Other things to do

[Alison Reddenhurst]

Alison has seen the door several times, the inmates drew on it, and wrote funny limericks. So She wrote something on the door

"here lies one of the biggest bloody arseholes you'll ever meet, he'll take off yer 'ead and eat your feet!" She laughed as she finished the words and kicked at the door. "EY! you in there, someone's done written on yer door" she yelled at the top of her lungs and waited for some one to come around.

[Henry Hunter]

"I saw you do it, little idiot," came Henry's rather cross voice from not inside the room but down the corridor. "Five points from whatever House you occupy." He scowled at her for a moment, taking note of the thin red cloak she wore. He determined, "Tisiphone."

The marshal swept forward, his black robes billowing around him, disheveled and rumpled, a testament to the fact that he spent his nights working rather than sleeping. In fact, when the marshal found the time to sleep wasn't clear. While his eyes were bright, he had almost constant circles under them; he seemed to function largely off of a strange combination of enthusiasm and excessive doses of caffeine.

With a wave of his wand the writing disappeared off of the door entirely. Slim, black letters began to appear directly under the "Arts and Crafts" sign, eventually reading, Experiments in Progress - Do Not Disturb. He tapped the door knob and it unlocked, letting him inside.

Henry Hunter was very used to vandals, so further action was not taken. In fact, now that the writing was cleared he appeared to have forgotten entirely about the matter. He waved his wand once more and lights sprang up all around the room, glowing brightly inside of glass holders. The illumination made it easy to see the many projects he had.

And there were many.

Henry Hunter was an experimenter, and what he tinkered with lined his office. There was a perfect, floating moon in one corner, glowing softly. There was an hourglass with sand that moved up and not down, a spinning top that never stopped, an odd dagger that glowed, a pair of blue gloves that crackled. There were glass beakers with odd colors, two bubbling cauldrons, and a wall full of cuckoo clocks. One table was occupied by an enormous and perfect raised relief map model of the island, complete with tiny trees and the river. He stepped inside and then, as if remembering Alison again, glanced back.

"Is there something that you wanted?"

[Alison Reddenhurst]

"Got a project i need to work on in secert. it requires that NO ONE bother me..." She said. " i need to try to curb my temper for the next 6 1/2 months."

"so, what do you do here? aside from annoy pregant teens?"

[Henry Hunter]

"Another ten points from Tisiphone, Miss--" Henry said cheerfully without missing a beat. He glanced over to catch sight of the back of her neck to check her number, "Miss Eighty Three. Keep that tongue in check and we won't have to use it as an ingredient."

He waggled a finger at her almost good-naturedly, as if she were a puppy who'd just piddled on the carpet that he'd had to admonish. "And you know that marshals don't sponsor inmate-run projects."

His eyes briefly flicked over to one side of the room, where project upon project lay. Each one was listed with the name or number of one of the many inmates that Henry worked with on an almost constant basis. Yes, officially he couldn't say that he "worked with" them. But if they were to, say, come in and start asking questions, and one thing were to lead to another... well, we'll just say that there were always loopholes, and Henry was excellent at finding them.

"If there's nothing else, then?"

[Alison Reddenhurst]

"yeah there is.... i need you to help out a... little girl here... Lillian Wesker. She's really talented.... saddly she's reduced to spray painting silly pictures on building walls. Think you could let her use this place for a few hours, to paint?" She asked. " and maybe me?"

Alison wasn't thrilled that she had to beg someone for help. "i just need someone that can understand that i am not a wild ani... " Alison stopped mid sentance by a wave of Dizziness. She Collapsed outside the hallway.

[Henry Hunter]

Henry couldn't resist rolling his eyes as the girl collapsed outside his hallway after babbling inanely. Why was it always he who ended up having to deal with these sorts of things? With a longing look backward at his office and the projects that he'd probably never get to finish at this rate, Henry Hunter moved back toward her.

"Mobilicorpus," he stated briskly, his wand in his hand. The office door closed and locked behind him, and Alison lifted off the ground with the spell. Levitating her out in front of him, Henry moved to the infirmary. "Hullo, anyone in here? Michael?"

No one answered, and Henry pulled a face. Fantastic. He moved the girl to the bed and paused, wondering if she was going to wake up on her own, or if the blasted Healer would come in and let him go back to something he actually enjoyed doing.

[Alison Reddenhurst]

Alison's eyes fluttered open. "where am i?" She asked.. " I pass out again Dr. Hunter?" She asked. "i didn't mean to write on the door, i just wanted to write something funny.." Alison honestly was frightened and she'd really got off to a bad start here. Her attitude wasn't very good, and she often would yell and scream at people.

"Guess i derserved that. i have no outlet tho... the only thing i can do is charm bells to toll silly things, and to light paper on fire these days."

[Henry Hunter]

"Or do your homework," Henry said sternly, glancing at his watch. The silver plate over the surface was now gently flashing in light, blue letters, Late! Late!

Henry Hunter hated to be delayed, especially when the delay was costing him the only thing he counted as precious time: the time he spent experimenting. Those new designs for his prototype Spellgloves weren't going to improve themselves, after all.

"Surely you have some, yes? If not, I can most certainly make it so you do."