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Slytherin Fifth Year |  thank u for waaaaaaaaaittttttttingggggggg *__________* Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
SPOILER!!: This guy. The new Bunz. And Flamsteed, because there's no one quite like Flammy. Quote:
Originally Posted by ArianaBlack  Ah. A knock. Quite a strong knock. To be honest it was more like a strong thud. But as James was back to leaning in his chair and reading his book, he couldn’t tell the difference. Putting the book down, he grinned to himself rather foolishly over the fact that he had WON. He always won, so it wasn’t much of a surprise, but he had won nonetheless. And a victory was ALWAYS welcome. So Santa Claus and Backpack Boy had seen the error in their ways and now they were knocking in an attempt at an apology. Just the way it was supposed to happen.
James was smug.
Though he wasn’t quite sure whether he’d be willing to give out second chances… Jolly ol’ Saint Nick was surely not receiving any as he was already on strike four, but James supposed he ought to give Backpack Boy a chance to redeem himself. So he stood up, turned the handle to his door, and stepped out with a— Wait a minute.
If Santa was sitting on a chair with a rock on his lap (which did not make any sense in the first place)… And Backpack Boy was on the floor….Who knocked on his door?
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!?!??!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!??
FLAMING MARSHMALLOWS AND ROASTING FORK STUCK RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS DOOR. NOT AMUSED.
Thinking quickly, the CoMC Professor pulled his wand out from his pocket and pointed it towards the door, using a nonverbal ‘aguamenti’ spell to water down the flaming marshmallows.
He was cool. He was calm. No wait, he was positively seething. It was hard to tell whether the smoke was coming from the marshmallows or from his head at this point. Hadn’t he told them NOT to make a mess? HADN’T HE?
Angrily, James pulled the fork out of his door and turned to face the two hooligans in mention. Holding the fork out in front of him he… Watched as the soggy marshmallows slipped right onto his shoes, apparently. All ten of them. WHO ROASTED TEN MARSHMALLOWS AT ONCE ANYWAYS? Livid. He was livid. Taking a deep breath he managed a short, ”Care to explain?" His tone was pointed, angry, and terrifyingly collected all at the same time. Less of an inquiry and more of a demand. Who done it? And was it a rash thought to want to throw a Professor into detention?
If a game is what Flaming Flamsteed wanted to play, then he had just met his match.
Also, his poor door. Someone was willing to pay for the damages, YES? Oi Saint Nick, for Christmas James would like a new door and he would also like you to get a new head. Thanks. Quote:
Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Settling Pebbles down on his lap for optimum pet rock bum comfort, Airey tried not to look tooooooooooo disturbed by the number of marshmallows - expensive gourmet ones at that - that were to be roasted all at once. But it was too late to tell the boy otherwise as they were already into the fire. He would just been a keen eye on those to make sure none of them charred or anything. If they did, well, he would tackle that horror if it ever reared its ugly bubbling head.
"Ghostbusters. Fascinating little study to show how the muggle film industry can capitalize on muggle's fears of the paranormal and unknown," the astronomer explained, eyes GLUED on the marshmallows as he tried not to dig a whole into the seat upon which he sat while observing their roasting. "In a nutshell, The Stay Puft Marshmallow Man became the new body of the Sumerian god Gozer as it was the next thing the heroes, the Ghostbusters, thought of and this new form would destroy the world. While more of a slightly comical plot device, as the film is meant to be an action comedy of sorts, I am of the philosophical belief that the use of this character specifically was meant to be a metaphor for something that seems harmless and cute can, given the right circumstances, become destructive and evil."
Like felines. Although all of them already WERE evil. Evil and plotting the demise of the human race.
And Hufflepuffs.
NO NOT THE MARSHMALLOOOOOOOOOWS!
Lunging forward, clutching Pebbles with one hand, Airey had hoped to save them from hitting the floor. Which, thankfully, they did not anyway and instead whizzed right by the man's head. Also made it look as though he were trying to catch the second year from falling which...well...that would be a good cover story. Ahem.
BUT SWEET SOLSTICE THE MARSHMALLOWS!
"Sweet solstice, you alright, Mr. David?" he asked hurriedly, his blue eyes lingering only for a moment on the Ravenclaw before searching for where half his bag of marshmallows had flown off to. AHA! HE FOUND THEM! Oh thank Merlin they were not rui----
And then came a sound that could be heard all the way from a galaxy far far away.
Heartbreak.
Gasping, his tone high pitched and in utter and complete SHOCK, one would think that the man had just witnessed one of his action figures being snapped in half or one of his neckties cut in two. And the new Creatures professor had the audacity to ask HIM for an explanation!?
IT WAS RATHER BLOODY OBVIOUS, WAS IT NOT?!
"You just ruined ten gourmet coconut marshmallows," the astronomer offered. YOU AND THAT AGUAMENTI SPELL.
Which had technically made a bigger mess than the roasting for to the door. Just saying.
Whewwwwwwwwwwweee, that had been a close one. But look, he was fine! Was this what being a Gryffindor was like? Because that feeling of elation of almost catching fire but not kind of seemed like a Gryffindorish thing to enjoy. So Davie was going to stay seated here for a moment and just enjoy that feeling, as a small sideways grin lit up his little face.
And aww! Flammy! The Admiral had even put out a hand to try to stop his fall! What a guy, though. What a good guy. "I'm fine, Professor!" he answered the man cheerfully. "Maybe you can help me fix my backpa----"
Hold on a hot marshmallow minute, though. The professor must have heard the marshmallow debacle land on his door, and now SOMEBODY wasn't happy. (But really, who wouldn't be happy to have no fewer than TEN hot marshmallows land on his door?! The guy just HAD to be allergic.) David wasn't very good at reading people, but even he could tell that the new Creatures guy was U P S E T. He was wearing a very cold, very VERY SCARY facial expression quite similar to one David's mother frequently wore.
The Ravenclaw gulped. It was like seeing her reincarnated as a younger, slightly taller man. Without red hair. STILL CREEPY!!!!!!!! So suddenly frightened was Davie that even he knew better than to bring up the obvious, now soaking-wet marshmallows, gourmet as they may be. And so he swatted the professor, on the arm, with a light backhand that said, 'shuddup, dummy! I've GOT THIS!'
The little boy turned toward Draper, and put on his bright blue puppy dog eyes, which were only made larger by the specs on his face. "Sir?" he looked up at him as pathetically as possible, "I don't know how it happened, but my marshmallow stick somehow landed in your door. I think it flew out of my hand when the professor handed it off to me." He sniffed quietly for the loss of the 'shallows. "I'm so sorry, sir. I was scared of falling into your fireplace with them. I'm kinda clumsy AND my backpack broke at just the wrong time."
Cue the lip wibble... and yep, there it was. All together, David Truebridge looked like the perfect picture of a pathetic little nerd, collapsed on the floor with his big backpack on the chair behind him. Surely he couldn't be held responsible for this mess, right? AND he'd even managed to split the blame with Flamsteed in that little speech of his. He ought to get off scot free AND get an acting award for that... well, awfully honest rendition. David Truebridge did also not know how to lie to adults.
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