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sweetpinkpixie · 09-11-2018, 03:29 PM

Something...peculiar came over the Hufflepuff as the Divination professor laid into him. Where there would have typically been copious amounts of guilt weighing down upon him and crushing his tender soul, there was a surreal sense of pride. Perhaps an naive quality to it as well, but that did not resonate one ounce with the 16-year-old. He almost felt as though he were exposing something, which was why his lips simply curled upwards into a smile - even at being referred to as a negative influence - and he pumped his arms faster to finish his set of 25.

Palms covered in dirt, her hardly even blinked as he was instructed to remove his badge. Though that did resonate somewhere deep inside, it was overwhelmed by a sense of accomplishment that he would tuck away and keep to himself. But otherwise, his expression was nothing but calm as he unpinned the badge and dutifully marched over to Professor Fletcher. He saw no need to protest or otherwise bring into question why this man was of the authority to confiscate his badge. The Hufflepuff felt it was part of that THING he felt like he was exposing, the dictatorship that was befalling Hogwarts. And, honestly, he would welcome a conversation with Professor Noble - a man he actually trusted and respected, which would likely come as a shock to many. Standing before the follicly challenged, Derf held the militant man's gaze, unblinking, as he set the badge in the man's palm...some dirt included. He lingered for only a second or so before turning around and heading back to his log, where he stood, and grabbed a bag of salt when it came around his way.

Stand the rest of the lesson? No problem. Clear his mind? Impossible. Close your eyes? Unlikely. Though he could focus on regulating his breathing for the moment because it was incredibly uneven thanks to exhaling a breath he had not realized he had been holding until just now. Mind a bit...swirly, he did close his eyes...but only for a moment or two because he needed to steady himself, his toes digging into the soles of his shoes as he did.

How anyone was expected to relax under these circumstances was beyond him, but at least he was breathing a bit more regular.

09-11-2018, 03:29 PM	#88 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Gladrags Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Leprechaun Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 40,846 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 Something...peculiar came over the Hufflepuff as the Divination professor laid into him. Where there would have typically been copious amounts of guilt weighing down upon him and crushing his tender soul, there was a surreal sense of pride. Perhaps an naive quality to it as well, but that did not resonate one ounce with the 16-year-old. He almost felt as though he were exposing something, which was why his lips simply curled upwards into a smile - even at being referred to as a negative influence - and he pumped his arms faster to finish his set of 25. Palms covered in dirt, her hardly even blinked as he was instructed to remove his badge. Though that did resonate somewhere deep inside, it was overwhelmed by a sense of accomplishment that he would tuck away and keep to himself. But otherwise, his expression was nothing but calm as he unpinned the badge and dutifully marched over to Professor Fletcher. He saw no need to protest or otherwise bring into question why this man was of the authority to confiscate his badge. The Hufflepuff felt it was part of that THING he felt like he was exposing, the dictatorship that was befalling Hogwarts. And, honestly, he would welcome a conversation with Professor Noble - a man he actually trusted and respected, which would likely come as a shock to many. Standing before the follicly challenged, Derf held the militant man's gaze, unblinking, as he set the badge in the man's palm...some dirt included. He lingered for only a second or so before turning around and heading back to his log, where he stood, and grabbed a bag of salt when it came around his way. Stand the rest of the lesson? No problem. Clear his mind? Impossible. Close your eyes? Unlikely. Though he could focus on regulating his breathing for the moment because it was incredibly uneven thanks to exhaling a breath he had not realized he had been holding until just now. Mind a bit...swirly, he did close his eyes...but only for a moment or two because he needed to steady himself, his toes digging into the soles of his shoes as he did. How anyone was expected to relax under these circumstances was beyond him, but at least he was breathing a bit more regular. __________________ 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