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DaniDiNardo · 10-04-2016, 10:16 PM

He thought he'd done a pretty good job of apologizing. It was more than he'd originally have given and far more than he was feeling but one look at the Professor had him loosening his hold on his cousin and lowering his arms.

Right then, so maybe not an appreciated apology afterall. In his defense, it was the best he could have given considering the circumstances.

All he could do was nod slowly as the Professor requested to speak with him after class. It wasn't like he was going to protest. Why would he? It was just lucky enough that was all that happened and he hadn't gotten his cousin in anymore trouble in the process given how serious the man sounded in the moment. Blaise got set to sit............................................... ................................................wh en Rooney Bronwyn happened.

"For the love of Circe." WHO was EVEN talking to HIM??? "Do you ever mind your own business? Merlin's sodding beard, you're always sticking your nose in other people's business unnecessarily. Ever thought of focusing on your own problems and not trying to make yourself relevant where you most certainly are not??? When did he say the Bronwyns were evil? WHAT did a restraining order have to do with him.

"If you can't learn then leave." He wouldn't be missed. Oh Rooney can't learn. Guess they'd all have to run around serving him hand and foot til his minuscule brain could manage to keep up. "Stop being so obsessed with me. It's creepy. Always following up on what I say. I don't see you. I don't hear you. It's only right you do the same." No one else felt they couldn't learn. What made his brain so special? A couple missing neurons?

Blaise fell into his seat with a huff, arms folded, eyes facing forward. Honestly. WHO was talking to HIM? WHO?

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DaniDiNardo Crup Join Date: May 2012 Location: Over here! (GMT -5) Posts: 17,239 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ruth (Rae) Elliot Gryffindor First Year x12 x12	Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite He thought he'd done a pretty good job of apologizing. It was more than he'd originally have given and far more than he was feeling but one look at the Professor had him loosening his hold on his cousin and lowering his arms. Right then, so maybe not an appreciated apology afterall. In his defense, it was the best he could have given considering the circumstances. All he could do was nod slowly as the Professor requested to speak with him after class. It wasn't like he was going to protest. Why would he? It was just lucky enough that was all that happened and he hadn't gotten his cousin in anymore trouble in the process given how serious the man sounded in the moment. Blaise got set to sit............................................... ................................................wh en Rooney Bronwyn happened. "For the love of Circe." WHO was EVEN talking to HIM??? "Do you ever mind your own business? Merlin's sodding beard, you're always sticking your nose in other people's business unnecessarily. Ever thought of focusing on your own problems and not trying to make yourself relevant where you most certainly are not??? When did he say the Bronwyns were evil? WHAT did a restraining order have to do with him. *"If you can't learn then leave."* He wouldn't be missed. Oh Rooney can't learn. Guess they'd all have to run around serving him hand and foot til his minuscule brain could manage to keep up. *"Stop being so obsessed with me. It's creepy. Always following up on what I say. I don't see* you. I don't hear you. It's only right you do the same."** No one else felt they couldn't learn. What made his brain so special? A couple missing neurons? Blaise fell into his seat with a huff, arms folded, eyes facing forward. Honestly. WHO was talking to HIM? WHO? __________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________ ______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.