!@#$%^ [Reggie!] {watch out, strong language xD}

[Sascha Borchard]

"Gottverdammt." Sascha was not having a good day. Then again - when was he ever? He had just arrived at the school he'd been assigned to (one hell of a long and boring fucking trainride) and he was already hating the place, among this Abschaum der menschlichen Gesellschaft. Bah. Not that he'd have preferred the usual punishment for his smuggling of magical artifacts, of course not, but as Dumbles had stepped up to 'offer him a chance' people now expected him to somehow thank the man on his bare knees, apparently. He was absolutely not going to thank him. He was not grateful.

Dragging his suitcases over the threshold, he looked around. What a dead place. No one there (little did he know that the Christmas holidays were still in effect), not a sound, just cold, damp stone. And Sascha had no idea where to be. "Scheiße, verdammt, Scheiße.." he muttered under his breath. They couldn't expect him to ask. Fuck them, he wasn't going to play nice and ask them where to go. If they weren't going to tell him, he wasn't bloody well going anywhere.
Throwing his suitcases down with a scowl on his face, he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. This sucked. He just wanted to be by himself in the room they had assigned him in the, eh- He plucked Dumbles' letter out of his pocket, the parchment shook in his hands. "Ze teacher's qvaters on ze sixth floor," he mumbled to himself as he read it out loud. "Die Lehrerzimmer an der sechste Etage." He glanced at the staircases not too far away. Well. He was no moron, he could at least find the sixth floor, couldn't he? He could walk and he could count.

Levitating his suitcases behind him, he walked - large, confident steps that resonated in the empty hallway. Mounting the stairs, he looked up, just in time to see two massively large staircases above him move. "Gottverdammt.." Had they made this place a maze on purpose just to fuck with him?

[reg]

Regulus was here in the school on Christmas break because well he'd told his parents he wasn't coming home because he wanted to study up on a few things and they had believed him and granted their blessing for him to stay at the school. He was good at lying to them in a way but it was never a full lie. However, now he was bored out of his mind with not much to do in the school as most had gone home. He had hoped that he'd get at least a glance of his brother while break was going on but alas even that had failed him.

He'd found a few books in the library that had entertained him actually. Now he was running a muck through the halls because he good. He was ironically playing a nice game of tag with Peeves though how you tagged a ghost was beyond most people comprehension. Peeves was having fun and so was he. He caught himself as the stairs began to change and waited for them to actually stop changing before he ran down one of the stair cases and then back up another one.

It took him a moment to realize that someone new had entered the school up until that person got caught on the stair case that he was about to jump on as it moved. He laughed as he walked down. "Need help Professor. you seem a little lost." He cocked his head to the side interested in this sourly looking man. He looked very annoyed that that staircases were changing on their own. It looked as those he needed to get to the teachers corridors which was easy enough for Regulus to get too because he was so used to the school. As a matter of fact that Professor wasn't too far off if they made it off this stair case before it moved again.

[Sascha Borchard]

Sascha was, actually, pretty fond of Christmas. It's just a pity he has no one to celebrate it with. Christmas is a pretty big deal in Germany (trust me - they have permanent Christmas shops, that means they're also open in the summer - it's madness!) and Sascha is actually an excellent cook, so who could possibly be better for cooking Christmas dinners?
Not this year, though. Sascha had not had Christmas at all - he had been held in custody at the ministry. No fun at all, didn't even prisoners deserve Christmas? Either way, it had been one of many things that had wrecked his mood.

As he walked up the stairs (counting the floors he passed as he went - why was there no indication what floor he was on anywhere, this was grossly inefficient!), Sascha could hear footsteps - running footsteps. Children? Probably. He didn't expect the teachers to be running around. Stupid children running, maybe they'd break a leg. Would teach them to run.
He would've thought more angry things - had the staircase not suddenly moved beneath him. He cursed under his breath as he made a more to grab his suitcases, just in case. Moving staircases? This was not what he'd signed up for! Ignoring for now, of course, the fact that he had not really signed up for anything. Worse was, the brat that was walking down the stairs had seen him and laughed at him. "Unverschämt Rabauke.." he muttered to himself and frowned at the boy. Sascha would almost snap at the kid that he wasn't lost, to sod off. Thing was, though, he was lost.
"Ja," he said grudgingly, letting his suitcases levitate again once the stairs had stopped moving. "Bring mich nach- ah-" Stupid English language. "You vill take me to ze teacher's qvarters." No please. No way Sascha was going to ask the pupil to help him.



Translationness!
Unverschämt Rabauke - Insolent brat
Ja - Yes
Bring mich nach - Take me to
And 'qvarters' would be 'quarters' because the 'w'-sound (bilabial) is often substituted by a 'v'-sound (labiodental) by German speakers of English.

[reg]

Regulus watched the teacher for a moment. This one was going to be fun to mess with should he choose to do something like that. Regulus was up to having a bit of fun as he was bored out of his mind but he wasn't actually going to be mean to the Professor or anything not when he was fresh off the boat so to speak. He wondered what the guy was going to be teaching after all there weren't that many subjects that didn't have teachers. He shrugged that off in his head and it took him only moments to realize where the teacher was from by his accent and everything. He thought better than to pull any pranks on the said teacher at the moment.

Peeves popped out of no where and nearly made him fall backwards laughing. "We'll continue in a little bit Peeves. I need to help the Professor to the quarters." Peeves only smirked sure enough going of to figure out what he could do to the new addition to the teachers. The teacher was rather rude if Reg wanted to admit that. he didn't ask for help her merely just told him what he was going to do. "You know you could be a little nicer about it." He shrugged it off and waited once more for the staircase to move.

"Right this way crabby pants." He was not in the mood to give the guy something witter than that at the moment. It was lame he knew that but it was Christmas break and well Regulus didn't care to be completely cruel about things like he could be. He walked over to another staircase making sure the guy was still behind him. A portrait sounded off but Regulus ignored it as he got onto another staircase and ran up it a bit hoping the guy was following close cause the stairs were gonna move again and this move would get them far closer to the sixth floor than they were at the moment.

[Sascha Borchard]

Sascha straightened his back and crossed his arms. Obviously, these children knew no discipline. As some ghost came around the corned and the boy laughed again, he raised an eyebrow, seriously wondering whether this boy was deranged or just a simpleton, laughing as much as he did. At least the boy knew where his duties lay - then again, Sascha would be seriously irked if the child chose a ghost over him.
Running a hand through his hair for a moment, he waited for the boy to show him the way, and his eyebrow rose again, higher this time, when Regulus talked back to him. "Und you could show some respect," he hissed back, frowning and followed the boy once the stairs had moved back again.

He was tired, he was cold, his clothes felt damp, there was no one here to show him the way but this terrible boy, who had just called him something 'pants' (sounded like an insult). Not a good start. For now, he was going to let it slide, but damn - if that boy turned out to be in his class, he was going to give him trouble.
"Vhy do ze stairs move - vhat matness is dis?" he asked as they walked and had to hurry lest the damned things shifted again.

[reg]

Regulus knew full well that he was not making friends. However someone who demanded him to do something pretty much got the same treatment. He did hope that he'd never be in the guys class in the first place whatever that maybe. He hung on as the staircase moved rather rapidly this time but landed them somewhere near the firth floor which meant they only had to climb one more staircase and they'd be at the sixth floor and then it was just a matter of walking down the hall up another staircase for the professor as Regulus could go no farther than the teachers corridors staircase.

He was not sure what was making this guy so crabby. He said that he could be more respectful and that caused Regulus laugh. "Respect is given when Respect is earned. Which to say the least you have not earned it yet." He walked off towards the staircase that led to the sixth floor and this time the staircases stayed put for the most part. The ones way above and a few down below moved but that was about it. "You'll get used to them moving once you are here for a week or two."

He jumped off the staircase and smiled to himself as she waited for the Professor to follow him.

[Sascha Borchard]

Sascha followed the student (though really he preferred to call him 'boy' in his head - how old was that kid? thirteen?) in grudging silence, walking up the stairs with a hand near the railing at all times in case the infernal things moved again. Part of him knew he ought to be more open, that he should at least try and make a good start here, but everything had only gone and improved his bad mood - and it would only get worse from here.
By now, he had no idea where they were, and the boy's quick London-accent English made his head spin - chattering away about respect. What could a boy like that know of respect? As he stepped off the last step the stairs moved again and he was glad his suitcases were right behind him or he might well have lost them. Not that he had that much to bring - most of his things had been confiscated to see if they were, in truth, transfigured stolen goods. Damn government. Damn country. Damn fucking maze of a school. Where were they?

And that was when Albus rounded the corner. "Oh, you're early - I didn't expect you yet." Albus Dumbledore - good-doer extraordinare and, apparently, the man he should be grateful for. Twinkly old rotten bastard of a man. Sascha scowled.
"Vasn't early, you vere late," he mumbled bad-naturedly, his bad mood still wasn't improving and the bubbly presence of the head master only made it seem worse than it was. "But I see that Regulus has managed to get you where you have to be. Most fortunate that you met him." The headmaster shot a smile at the young Black. Sascha shrugged. "Barely." Albus tutted. "Tired from your journey, eh? Sorry, we don't care for apparition on the grounds - coming from Durmstrang, I'm sure you understand." Sascha crossed his arms, simply shooting him a blank look. He just wanted a hot bath, damn.

[reg]

Regulus was fifteen years young and he was still growing so he was sure that the man behind him viewed him as some little boy which for the most part was alright with Regulus. The guy would soon learn that it would be better to pay some mind to who he was talking too. Regulus could be a jerk if he wanted to be and any more time with this Professor and he might turn into that jerk. He was trying to be kind to him and let him know that if Respect was shown it would be given. None of which the guy had done at all up until now. Actually he still wasn't doing it. He hadn't earned Regulus's respect but Regulus wasn't a bad student so he had done his part.

He stopped in his tracks at Albus came around the corner. "Good Afternoon Professor Dumbledore." He knew he should have called him Headmaster but Professor rolled off his tongue better. He gave a small bow of respect but despite what he might be he did respect his elders like he was supposed too. Dumbledore had given him no reason not too even if he didn't give the Dark Lord what the Dark Lord wanted. He shot a look back at the Professor who didn't seem happy to see Albus. He shrugged it off though not really caring to get into it with a Professor in front of the Headmaster.

"Professor Dumbledore do you mind showing him up. You know students aren't allowed on the teachers staircase without the password and a good reason for being there." He gave the older man a smile and another bow of the head. "Plus I was keeping Peeves and myself out of trouble with a lovely game a tag." He was speaking rather rapidly and it was a surprise he wasn't female. As they talked just as fast and he spent time with the fairer gender. He had to keep up with them somehow.

[Sascha Borchard]

Sacha's referring to Regulus as 'boy' wasn't so much a referring to age as it was to incompetence. It was definitely meant as an insulting title - he really did think Regulus was a stupid boy. He didn't like the British youth of the seventies in general, with their rebelliousness and lack of tact and style - and Regulus had just become the prime example of that to him. No respect for their parents and teachers, despite the trouble these went through to ensure it that these brats had some sort of future.
Yes, Sascha currently sounds like a seventy-year-old war veteran, I am aware, but he is seriously pissed off by the situation he find himself in.

As for paying mind to who he was talking to - why would he? Had Regulus ever accomplished something Sascha should admire? The boy had some facial features that suggested he was probably pureblood (that was something physical that you learned to spot over the years), but his behaviour was quite the opposite of what Sascha felt was a decent, pureblood upbringing. Running in hallways, playing tag with ghosts, talking back to authoritive figures - if only he could find out the boy's last name, he'd sent his parents a long condescending note and who'd be laughing then, eh? Stupid British brat.

Dumbledore only got on his nerves more, mainly because the man didn't seem to mind the youth's ridiculous behaviour. The boy, Regulus was it?, also acted overly polite to the man. Stupid little Arschkriecher. Nevertheless, he was glad to find the boy couldn't freely access the teacher's quarters. Good, at least he'd be free of the students as long as he was in his rooms.
"Not a problem." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled and Sascha felt as though they were conspiring against him, frowning and gritting his teeth in annoyance. "Peeves seems to be in need of some distraction during the holidays - and it's Christmas, after all, why not indulge him." Indulge a ghost? Nonsense.
As Dumbledore guided Sascha along the stairs to the student's quarters, the younger man arched an eyebrow. "Are you sure zat boy is not deranged?"



Translationness
Arschkriecher - suck up/lickspittle

((Do you want to continue from here or end it? I'm so sorry about Sascha's mood, he hates travelling and not knowing where he is.))

[reg]

((lol its okay and we can end it here. Sorry its taken me so long to say that one. blah but Regulus wants another post with the lovely sascha because well he's regulus))

[Dimitri Mikhail Zolnerowich]

[Haha, no worries - would you mind starting a new topic, though? I'm kinda buzy juggeling work and diarrhoea *gigglesnort*]