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sweetpinkpixie · 09-09-2018, 01:02 PM

Wait...what?

Derf honestly found this whole reasoning more than a bit subjective - how was he supposed to know what the man did and did not constitute as senseless chitter chatter? After all, his dad was not particularly in favor of the standard greetings due to their monotony and all that stuff. Though he gave no sign of protest - nor in the shaming he assumed was to be made about being grouped with first years who were also receiving the same form of punishment. Everyone was in this whole...whatever Hogwarts was right now together. Sooooooo he was mostly unfazed. Not like he had outright ignored the man either but lesson learned and, well, Derf was never opposed to a little running.

Though he was becoming increasing uncomfortable with this whole exercise as punishment as it, well, had super destructive potential. Exercise, quidditch, was Derf's coping mechanism...and it felt like these men were trying to strip him of that. Of ALL of them, really, since they were instead only learning to view exercise as a punishment.

At least with S.O.R.E they were given the option to take their time, technically, as long as it got done. Walking okay and all.

Still, without protest, Derf slipped his bag off and left it beside his seat. "Sure thing, Professor," he chirped, almost giddy like, and then ventured a glance over towards his 60 bluebells jogging mate. "Race ya," he grinned just before taking off out of the 'classroom' set up and down the path.

One bluebell...two bluebells...three bluebells...

Pyromancy though, which was still what he assumed the subject was, made him think about the fire salamanders he had been taking care of with Professor Wayland and made him wonder a thing or two about differences in magical flames versus the mundane sort when it came to performing readings. While slightly unrelated, he also recalled hearing Vivian talk about someone she knew at Durmstrang who had pyrokinesis...or something like that. Was that what they were going to do today? Straight up fire or like...were they going to BURN stuff?

21 bluebells...22 bluebells...23 bluebells...

09-09-2018, 01:02 PM	#35 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Gladrags Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Leprechaun Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 40,845 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Third Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Zachaël Lufkin Owl Post x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Wait...what? Derf honestly found this whole reasoning more than a bit subjective - how was he supposed to know what the man did and did not constitute as senseless chitter chatter? After all, his dad was not particularly in favor of the standard greetings due to their monotony and all that stuff. Though he gave no sign of protest - nor in the shaming he assumed was to be made about being grouped with first years who were also receiving the same form of punishment. Everyone was in this whole...whatever Hogwarts was right now together. Sooooooo he was mostly unfazed. Not like he had outright ignored the man either but lesson learned and, well, Derf was never opposed to a little running. Though he was becoming increasing uncomfortable with this whole exercise as punishment as it, well, had super destructive potential. Exercise, quidditch, was Derf's coping mechanism...and it felt like these men were trying to strip him of that. Of ALL of them, really, since they were instead only learning to view exercise as a punishment. At least with S.O.R.E they were given the option to take their time, technically, as long as it got done. Walking okay and all. Still, without protest, Derf slipped his bag off and left it beside his seat. "Sure thing, Professor," he chirped, almost giddy like, and then ventured a glance over towards his 60 bluebells jogging mate. "Race ya," he grinned just before taking off out of the 'classroom' set up and down the path. One bluebell...two bluebells...three bluebells... Pyromancy though, which was still what he assumed the subject was, made him think about the fire salamanders he had been taking care of with Professor Wayland and made him wonder a thing or two about differences in magical flames versus the mundane sort when it came to performing readings. While slightly unrelated, he also recalled hearing Vivian talk about someone she knew at Durmstrang who had pyrokinesis...or something like that. Was that what they were going to do today? Straight up fire or like...were they going to BURN stuff? 21 bluebells...22 bluebells...23 bluebells... __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like