Washing hands (open)

[Professor George Weasley]

George tapped the faucet, trying to figure out why no water was coming out. I mean, the Staff Bathroom was very lavish - marbled floors, mirrors adorning every wall, huge bathtubs hidden behind hulking oak panels - so why was the ONE sink he touched not working? He frowned at it, getting angrier by the second. He needed to get to the staff lounge, and he had mud stains all over his hands.

George sighed, moving on to another faucet. Just as he did, the broken faucet turned on, pinkish scented water pouring out of it. George stared incredulously at the water... it was like the water in the prefect's bathroom Harry had told him about, way back in his 6th year at school. George poked his hand under it. It was soothing to his dry, cracking hands. George smirked and began to wash his hands.

[Thomas Costello]

Thomas came out of the toilet. While he was in there he heard the sound of someone washing there hands. He came out and spotted the new proffesor. Well of course Tom was a new proffesor of course but this proffesor had arrived a day after Tom had taken the job. "Hello there...George Weasly is it?" He said. He went to the sink next to him and washed his hands in the faucet not bothering to use soap.

[Professor George Weasley]

George looked up at the new professor, noticing his expert handling of the faucet. Apparently George was the only idiot on the staff this time around... George shrugged as the other teacher addressed him, smiling as always.

"Yeah, George Weasley," George nodded. "Broom Practice and Quidditch Head." He tapped the faucet. It stayed on. Of course it did... because George needed more reason to look totally stupid. "Sorry... this faucet hates me or something, because it just won't work when I want it to."

"What's your name, by the way?" George murmured, pushing the handles on the faucet as hard as he could. Still nothing.

[Thomas Costello]

Tom liked his attitude and reminded him slightly of his own. "Oh I can fix that." He said aiming his wand at the faucet. "Reparo." he cast at the faucet that started to shoot water out again. "Thomas Costello, Auror Studies." He said holding out his hand to shake as a friendly gesture. "When did you just sign up for the staff?" he asked.

[Professor George Weasley]

George turned the handle. The water stopped. He turned it again. Back on. On. Off. George grinned widely at Thomas, shaking his hand enthusiastically.

"I teach Broom Practice, and I'm Head of Quidditch school-wide," George added, since Thomas said what he taught. "I'm... really, really new. I mean, I haven't been in this school since the Second War."

George felt a brief pang of grief deep in his chest, but he shook it off quickly enough. George picked up his black messenger bag, looking at himself in the mirror. He looked fine. George turned back to Thomas.

"Auror Studies? That's interesting... we never had that when I went here," George recalled. "What's your class about, then?"

[Thomas Costello]

He shook his hand and smiled back. "I started my first year shortly after the second war." he said to George rembering his first time walking through the gates of hogwarts. "Auror Studies is relatively new and has been requested by the ministry of magic. Auror Studies is to tell the students more of the Aurors past and critical events of the aurors like what role they took in the first and second wizarding war. Sadly as you know great loss of aurors occured in the second war like that Remus Lupin fellow and Nymphadora Tonks and Alistar Moody. Very sad..." He said. "My father fought at the battle of hogwarts before he passed away a few years later..." He said feeling abit of greif that he quickly shook off.

[Professor George Weasley]

George noticed that Thomas' eyes went downcast at the mention of his father. He would have noticed it on anyone. Sadness. And George was willing to bet he knew how Thomas felt. He put a hand on his shoulder.

"I... I know how you feel," George murmured. Now the pang in his stomach was growing at an insurmountable rate. "I lost my twin brother in the Second War. I mean... I guess we have an uneasy peace, but I can't really... get over losing him, y'know?"

George crossed his arms, pursing his lips and hoping he didn't overstep any boundaries.

[Thomas Costello]

Tom put a hand on his shoulder. "I'm really sorry to hear that..." He said feeling sorry for him. "I know how you feel...I spent the next ten years after that consumed with revenge after the one responsible...He was a death eater known as Jack Vincent. He's currently in Azkaban where I hope the dementors are doing there worst to him..." He said tightning his grip on his shoulder. He then took it off. "I'm sorry...I guess I still can't get over it..." He sighed. "My dad was killed in my fourth year..." He sighed again feeling greif and sadness.

[Professor George Weasley]

"I don't think anyone got out of the Second War unscathed," George realized slowly, as Thomas began to break down. George sighed wistfully, thinking back to the easy, carefree days of U-No-Poo and fighting Umbridge and Quidditch with Oliver Wood. George's shoulders dropped.

"I lost my ear in the Second War... you're quite lucky, to not be hurt because of it," George mused. "I mean, physically. We're all emotionally beaten and battered and all that jazz..."

George stuffed his hand into his messenger bag, and pulled out a little origami bird. Tapping it with his wand, he animated it and made it fly around the room.

"That's the kind of thing I remember from school... I was a total prankster. I failed most of my OWLs..." George laughed as he changed the subject. "I'm guessing you aced all that stuff."

[Thomas Costello]

"I guess I am abit lucky..." He said. He then noticed his ear that he had said had been cursed off. Tom felt good that George had changed the subject. "Well your right but that doesn't mean I didn't play a few pranks and had a few detentions...You cast a spell at someones desk once and there just like "What do you have to say for yourself Mister Costello!"" He laughed. "So what kind of pranks did you pull, I'm intreged..." He smirked intrested in George.

[Professor George Weasley]

George grinned. "Well, you know that little patch of swamp in the corner by the Charms classroom? That was me and my brother." George nodded, feeling proud of himself. "We made that swamp... to protest that old hag Umbridge. She's in Azkaban... crimes against Muggle-borns. What a... ahem, anyway..."

George watched his origami bird flutter around the staff bathroom. "Fred and I were... really, really troublesome. We had a whole cabinet devoted to our infractions. We worked on little pranks and toys, not homework... That joke shop at Diagon Alley? That's mine, too." George sighed. "I don't know HOW I'm gonna run both... but I'll do what I can."

"What about you? You cursed a desk?" George laughed out loud. "Was it in front of McGonagall? She HATED that kind of stuff... I think she was ashamed that me and Fred were in her house... haha..."

[Thomas Costello]

He laughed listnening to his pranks and was very intrested in work. "Me and my family hate Umbridge and think she is a vile woman." he said with venom about her. "The proffesor was a female retired potions proffesor. I used the flipendo knockback jinx on someone else's desk. That person insulted me and got me angry." He smirked responding to the desk question. "Continue." He said.

[Professor George Weasley]

George grinned wickedly. Continue? "Are you sure you want me to continue? You might be stuck here for a couple of days... " George chuckled, amused at how amused Thomas was. And here they were supposed to be professors. Instead they were talking about rule-breaking and jinxing things.

"Well... Fred and I managed to get detention from every DADA teacher I ever had," George noted. "Snape HATED us, so we always made an extra special effort to prank him. I think the one time we replaced his stock of veritaserum with distilled water was funniest... the interrogations of the students didn't go very well..."

George's face soured. "But then we had to sort frog spawn for two weeks. Disgusting." George shrugged. "...So you were pretty much a good kid, then?"

[Thomas Costello]

Tom laughed at George's pranks. "Sweet" he said amused by his memories. "Yeah I was pretty much a good kid but I played a few pranks. On the halloween feast I attempted to put Fear Potion into the punch but I got caught by another retired headmaster." he laughed. "And what did you mean by interogation?" He asked.

[Professor Netta Barton]

Netta walked into the Staff Bathroom and was surprised to be faced with two of the other professors. She raised an eyebrow a fraction and smiled slightly. "Nice little meeting you've got going on in here," she said to the two of them. Both ex-Gryffindors. She recognised George almost instantly, the typical Weasley red hair was quite noticeable. He'd been in the year below her at school if she remembered correctly, that would make him, about 38?

The other professor, well his name escaped her. She really should keep better track of the teaching staff. If she had someone as a student in her class she could usually remember their name. Or at least just the surname, and she could get away with that. "Hello," she said smiling. "I'm Netta. Sorry, I can't remember your name at the moment," as she said this she shrugged slightly, amused by her own forgetfulness.