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StarShine · 05-22-2013, 06:49 PM

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Originally Posted by TwistedHearts

So he wasn't okay, which was quite obvious if the seventeen year old had been paying more attention. Before he could even ask what's wrong, the Hufflepuff beat him to it.

............oh. Listening to Forrest shoot out words one after the other, Zeke bit his lip. Whoah. He'd forgotten how much the firsties cared a lot about their grades and homework. Well, I guess Zeke will be doing his homework in Potions after all.

"Hey, hey," panic. WHAT TO DO WHEN A SMALL GUY IS ON THE VERGE ON TEARS IN FRONT OF YOU. Uhhh. His hands began to flail a bit, not knowing what to do. "Uh, erm. D-don't cry."

Gulp. "L-let's see here, hm? Uhm what kinds of stuff did you gather around? I could help you, I guess." His eyes wandered off to the table. This kid did gather ingredients, didn't he?

'Don't cry'? 'Don't cry'?! If he wasn't on the verge of tears, or if he was a third person watching the scene, Forrest would have laughed with all his being. Now, though, he did quite the opposite--he started crying. His face got all ugly and red as tears fell down his cheeks. He did try to hold it back though--only, he FAILED in that TOO like he failed in magic.

He sobbed dramatically, oblivious to the boy's panic as he was overwhelmed with his. He hoped momentarily that maybe the boy was potions-champion or something, but he killed the hope before it got too strong. There was nobody that could help him now, except maybe his mother to calm him down and teach the Professor a lesson, and she was 5300 kilometres away. So he just sat there and sobbed for a while, until he could breathe properly.

"I got nothin'," he replied despite a bunch of dried grass, a bottle of lake water, a wild daisy and a dead stick on his table. Because honestly, who would count them as ingredients?

"I'll get a zero and--" he sobbed, giving in to tears fully.

05-22-2013, 06:49 PM	#6 (permalink)
StarShine DoM Kappa Join Date: Mar 2009 Location: Cell culture hood Posts: 13,005 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mona Deandra Hellmann Gryffindor First Year x5 x6	¼ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls Quote: Originally Posted by TwistedHearts So he wasn't okay, which was quite obvious if the seventeen year old had been paying more attention. Before he could even ask what's wrong, the Hufflepuff beat him to it. ............oh. Listening to Forrest shoot out words one after the other, Zeke bit his lip. Whoah. He'd forgotten how much the firsties cared a lot about their grades and homework. Well, I guess Zeke will be doing his homework in Potions after all. "Hey, hey," panic. WHAT TO DO WHEN A SMALL GUY IS ON THE VERGE ON TEARS IN FRONT OF YOU. Uhhh. His hands began to flail a bit, not knowing what to do. "Uh, erm. D-don't cry." Gulp. "L-let's see here, hm? Uhm what kinds of stuff did you gather around? I could help you, I guess." His eyes wandered off to the table. This kid did gather ingredients, didn't he? 'Don't cry'? 'Don't cry'?! If he wasn't on the verge of tears, or if he was a third person watching the scene, Forrest would have laughed with all his being. Now, though, he did quite the opposite--he started crying. His face got all ugly and red as tears fell down his cheeks. He did try to hold it back though--only, he FAILED in that TOO like he failed in magic. He sobbed dramatically, oblivious to the boy's panic as he was overwhelmed with his. He hoped momentarily that maybe the boy was potions-champion or something, but he killed the hope before it got too strong. There was nobody that could help him now, except maybe his mother to calm him down and teach the Professor a lesson, and she was 5300 kilometres away. So he just sat there and sobbed for a while, until he could breathe properly. "I got nothin'," he replied despite a bunch of dried grass, a bottle of lake water, a wild daisy and a dead stick on his table. Because honestly, who would count them as ingredients? "I'll get a zero and--" he sobbed, giving in to tears fully.