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natekka · 10-06-2014, 09:32 PM

SPOILER!!: The attack and the save!

Quote:

Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19

Food fight? Cool! Sort of. Because they were going to have some fun but at the same time wasting the food when they could be EATING it. Hmph. Adi grabbed some more apples and sat calmly in his seat while he munched on another one. This was one heck of a crazy class and it was too bad Gryffindor and Hufflepuff were on different sides. Ah well.

Adi eyed the students, looking for a Lion or Eagle target. Too bad the person he really wanted to heap food on was on the same team. But who says he couldn't "lapse" a little in his aim? Maybe he just might...

But in the mean time, he had found a victim. An older Claw girl (CLARA). The fourth year grabbed one of the tables off his desk. "Francesco!'' Point! Oh looky! Squishy mush in his hand. He took aim of the girl and let the mush fly.

At that moment, Adi happened to glance over at Benny. He was just in time to see his friend taking aim. His eyes trailed to see who that target was and when he saw who it was, he smirked. Benny had read his mind.

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Originally Posted by Govoni

SPOILER!!: All. Of. THIS!

..............No.

That had been the man's answer when Gabriel had asked for a reprieve. No. Simply no.

Gabe gaped at the older man who had knocked the Bunsen burner off his desk...along with the ice cream pack...and ALMOST his notebook (before Gabe had saved it). There was a glare sent his way, too...and he could not grasp how REAL it appeared to be. The professor looked genuinely angry with him...and it started to make the Ravenclaw wonder if this wasn't just some elaborate cosplay scene...Did professor Flamsteed actually think he was Captain Hook?

....or had he completely immersed himself in the role...and was now taking it a bit too far?

Gabriel fell silent, eyes fixed on the man...who now had a pair of boxers clutch tightly in his hand. He was either completely brilliant or totally insane. Gabe couldn't properly decide WHICH at the time...but it was one or the other. No gray areas here.

He'd darted off...and then Clara had appeared, looking just as confused and terrified as he felt. Not that surprising since more people SHOULD be terrified at this displayed. A food fight? REALLY?! What were they? Eight?

He hadn't even thought about what he was doing, either. He'd HEARD Clara talking to him...but he had eyes on his surroundings, darting to and fro around the room; PEELED for flying bits of food. Completely against what the man had said, Gabe was prepared to escape at any moment. As soon as he found his opening...but that's when he seen the mush flying at Clara's back. Blinking once...he reached out for the girl and jerked her towards him out of the way...ducking down after doing so.

Gabe did NOT want to wear food.

.......and he didn't want anyone throwing things at Clara, either. BECAUSE HE JUST DIDN'T.

Speaking of which....WHERE WAS RUBY?!

"You think I know?!" He was under his desk now, EYES WIDE AND BLINKING RAPIDLY. "Everyone's lost their minds.......We've got to....go...." He couldn't handle this room. He was already trembling, his hands and face cool and clammy. If the professor tried putting him in that closet, Gabe would vomit on him...and there would be nothing to do about it...because he COULD NOT WITH LOUD NOISES AND ALL THIS COMMOTION...OR SMALL SPACES. CONFINEMENT.

"We......need to....get out...."....BUT WHERE WAS HIS SISTER?!

Everything that happened once Clara had reached Gabe seemed to happen in a blur.

She couldn't keep track of it all. There was the semi-acknowledgement of her from Gabe while he kept constant watch of his surroundings. There were yells throughout the room, people dodging mush left, right and centre ... there was even someone hiding under a table. Not a bad idea, really ... though if she did that she'd feel even more trapped. It was crazy ... but not as crazy as what happened next.

Before she could even comprehend what was happening, her vision blurred and she was MOVING ... but not of her own accord. She was being pulled down. It wasn't until she stopped moving and took a wide-eyed peek upwards that she realised that it had been Gabe that had moved her out of the way – of flying mush, she assumed – and was now ducked down too, shielding her in a sense. Intentional or not, she didn’t know, but at that moment it didn’t matter … nothing was really processing anyway.

The red-head could now see the offending food splattered on the table at which she’d just been … and seeing it brought her focus back.

Clara blinked several times, darted under the table nearest to Gabe and went into auto pilot. She wasn’t thinking about how small the space under the table was and she felt that that was partly down to being able to see Gabe right there. She kept her eyes on, well, EVERYWHERE, while periodically shooting glances at Gabe. “You’re the smartest person I know … if you didn’t know, then who would?” It was what she’d been thinking and it was logical, but she wasn’t sure she’d meant to say it aloud. “I … Yeah, they have,” she agreed. There was no denying that he was right … and he was also right about needing to get out. Everyone sane should want to get out, too, but evidently they were the only sane ones … and they definitely needed to get out. If Gabe was feeling anything like she was feeling, the sooner they got out of there, the better.

He was visibly shaking and she feared that if they stayed here any longer he would have a panic attack. For some reason, she didn’t fear the same about herself … she felt almost numb to the situation. No. That wasn’t it. It was … shock ….. at least that was what made logical sense to her. She could tell that she was panicking about the situation inside, but her brain wasn’t registering it and it wasn’t reflecting outwardly, except perhaps in her eyes.

The next thing she did was another thing she hadn’t planned to do, but it happened nevertheless. She shuffled over to Gabe’s desk-shield and took his hand in her own and TUGGED him in the direction of the door. “Now,” she commanded … though the word came out more as a question.

She needed out. He needed out.

Could they go now? Please?

10-06-2014, 09:32 PM	#184 (permalink)
natekka Bicorn Join Date: Feb 2011 Location: Wales Posts: 16,980 Hogwarts RPG Name: Jade Archer de Leon Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurora "Rory" Archer Hufflepuff Third Year	Little Fox \| ½ of Lauralie \| Ravenclaw...?? overthinks \| #HouseNATARINA SPOILER!!: The attack and the save! Quote: Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19 Food fight? Cool! Sort of. Because they were going to have some fun but at the same time wasting the food when they could be EATING it. Hmph. Adi grabbed some more apples and sat calmly in his seat while he munched on another one. This was one heck of a crazy class and it was too bad Gryffindor and Hufflepuff were on different sides. Ah well. Adi eyed the students, looking for a Lion or Eagle target. Too bad the person he really wanted to heap food on was on the same team. But who says he couldn't "lapse" a little in his aim? Maybe he just might... But in the mean time, he had found a victim. An older Claw girl (CLARA). The fourth year grabbed one of the tables off his desk. "Francesco!'' Point! Oh looky! Squishy mush in his hand. He took aim of the girl and let the mush fly. At that moment, Adi happened to glance over at Benny. He was just in time to see his friend taking aim. His eyes trailed to see who that target was and when he saw who it was, he smirked. Benny had read his mind. Quote: Originally Posted by Govoni SPOILER!!: All. Of. THIS! ..............No. That had been the man's answer when Gabriel had asked for a reprieve. No. Simply no. Gabe gaped at the older man who had knocked the Bunsen burner off his desk...along with the ice cream pack...and ALMOST his notebook (before Gabe had saved it). There was a glare sent his way, too...and he could not grasp how REAL it appeared to be. The professor looked genuinely angry with him...and it started to make the Ravenclaw wonder if this wasn't just some elaborate cosplay scene...Did professor Flamsteed actually think he was Captain Hook? ....or had he completely immersed himself in the role...and was now taking it a bit too far? Gabriel fell silent, eyes fixed on the man...who now had a pair of boxers clutch tightly in his hand. He was either completely brilliant or totally insane. Gabe couldn't properly decide WHICH at the time...but it was one or the other. No gray areas here. He'd darted off...and then Clara had appeared, looking just as confused and terrified as he felt. Not that surprising since more people SHOULD be terrified at this displayed. A food fight? REALLY?! What were they? Eight? He hadn't even thought about what he was doing, either. He'd HEARD Clara talking to him...but he had eyes on his surroundings, darting to and fro around the room; PEELED for flying bits of food. Completely against what the man had said, Gabe was prepared to escape at any moment. As soon as he found his opening...but that's when he seen the mush flying at Clara's back. Blinking once...he reached out for the girl and jerked her towards him out of the way...ducking down after doing so. Gabe did NOT want to wear food. .......and he didn't want anyone throwing things at Clara, either. BECAUSE HE JUST DIDN'T. Speaking of which....WHERE WAS RUBY?! "You think I know?!" He was under his desk now, EYES WIDE AND BLINKING RAPIDLY. "Everyone's lost their minds.......We've got to....go...." He couldn't handle this room. He was already trembling, his hands and face cool and clammy. If the professor tried putting him in that closet, Gabe would vomit on him...and there would be nothing to do about it...because he COULD NOT WITH LOUD NOISES AND ALL THIS COMMOTION...OR SMALL SPACES. CONFINEMENT. "We......need to....get out...."....BUT WHERE WAS HIS SISTER?! Everything that happened once Clara had reached Gabe seemed to happen in a blur. She couldn't keep track of it all. There was the semi-acknowledgement of her from Gabe while he kept constant watch of his surroundings. There were yells throughout the room, people dodging mush left, right and centre ... there was even someone hiding under a table. Not a bad idea, really ... though if she did that she'd feel even more trapped. It was crazy ... but not as crazy as what happened next. Before she could even comprehend what was happening, her vision blurred and she was MOVING ... but not of her own accord. She was being pulled down. It wasn't until she stopped moving and took a wide-eyed peek upwards that she realised that it had been Gabe that had moved her out of the way – of flying mush, she assumed – and was now ducked down too, shielding her in a sense. Intentional or not, she didn’t know, but at that moment it didn’t matter … nothing was really processing anyway. The red-head could now see the offending food splattered on the table at which she’d just been … and seeing it brought her focus back. Clara blinked several times, darted under the table nearest to Gabe and went into auto pilot. She wasn’t thinking about how small the space under the table was and she felt that that was partly down to being able to see Gabe right there. She kept her eyes on, well, EVERYWHERE, while periodically shooting glances at Gabe. “You’re the smartest person I know … if you didn’t know, then who would?” It was what she’d been thinking and it was logical, but she wasn’t sure she’d meant to say it aloud. “I … Yeah, they have,” she agreed. There was no denying that he was right … and he was also right about needing to get out. Everyone sane should want to get out, too, but evidently they were the only sane ones … and they definitely needed to get out. If Gabe was feeling anything like she was feeling, the sooner they got out of there, the better. He was visibly shaking and she feared that if they stayed here any longer he would have a panic attack. For some reason, she didn’t fear the same about herself … she felt almost numb to the situation. No. That wasn’t it. It was … shock ….. at least that was what made logical sense to her. She could tell that she was panicking about the situation inside, but her brain wasn’t registering it and it wasn’t reflecting outwardly, except perhaps in her eyes. The next thing she did was another thing she hadn’t planned to do, but it happened nevertheless. She shuffled over to Gabe’s desk-shield and took his hand in her own and TUGGED him in the direction of the door. “Now,” she commanded … though the word came out more as a question. She needed out. He needed out. Could they go now? Please? __________________