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astrocat · 09-18-2020, 03:52 AM

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

Yes, well, your professor is, as you can imagine: This.

Finneas (still backed into the corner of the room) was TERRIFIED. These weren’t children, they were MONSTERS!!! Who knew that all it would take to unleash the inner demon nature of Hogwarts students were a few bags of garbage. Not Schmoe, that’s who. This was supposed to be an innocent little trash dash. A fun education lesson on the dangerous of littering.

One minute this had been a friendly competition and the next, there were chairs being kicked around. Children were screaming. Others were being screamed AT. Some looked like they were on the verge of tears? Others looked ready to shove their fingers in eyes and inflict the tears themselves (looking at you, Aboli)! Emmerson had moved on from screaming pledges of anarchy to banging textbooks on desks. What in the name of what was Mr. Miller doing??? Where did that first year get a ruler? Why was a prefect causing such discord?

Though, Schmoe must admit, it was a pleasant surprise to see Nemesis comforting Mr. Trent. That was nice.

This day really was full of surprises, wasn’t it?

AnYwAy.

”St--” ........... DID HE JUST HEAR A SPELL? In the MUGGLE studies classroom??? Finneas, despite his better judgement, ran to the center of the room, raising his voice (and cracking it in the process). "St-op! STOP THIS AT ONCE!" Finneas waved his noodle-y arms around like one of those inflatable tube-men as seen on TV (and or car dealerships). His raised voice came from a place of PLEADING rather than one of absolute authority. WAS EVERYONE GOING MAD?!

Poor, poor professor Schmoe. He couldn't control the class. This was, in fact, anarchy. Ashley dutifully stopped what she was doing. The pollutant she was trailing had been petrified anyway. She looked at Schmoe. Poor dude needed lessons in having authority. Rule number one: Don't let kids throw trash at each other or over your room. "I'm listening sir," she said, just to make him feel better.

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astrocat Puffskein Join Date: Jul 2020 Location: New York City Posts: 2,176 Hogwarts RPG Name: Cameron Rhodes Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Phoebe Calypso [s]Dupont[/s] Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Charlie Fox-Matthews Hufflepuff Second Year	Which came first, the phoenix or the flame? Quote: Originally Posted by ArianaBlack Yes, well, your professor is, as you can imagine: This. Finneas (still backed into the corner of the room) was TERRIFIED. These weren’t children, they were MONSTERS!!! Who knew that all it would take to unleash the inner demon nature of Hogwarts students were a few bags of garbage. Not Schmoe, that’s who. This was supposed to be an innocent little trash dash. A fun education lesson on the dangerous of littering. One minute this had been a friendly competition and the next, there were chairs being kicked around. Children were screaming. Others were being screamed AT. Some looked like they were on the verge of tears? Others looked ready to shove their fingers in eyes and inflict the tears themselves (looking at you, Aboli)! Emmerson had moved on from screaming pledges of anarchy to banging textbooks on desks. What in the name of what was Mr. Miller doing??? Where did that first year get a ruler? Why was a prefect causing such discord? Though, Schmoe must admit, it was a pleasant surprise to see Nemesis comforting Mr. Trent. That was nice. This day really was full of surprises, wasn’t it? AnYwAy. ”St--” ........... DID HE JUST HEAR A SPELL? In the MUGGLE studies classroom??? Finneas, despite his better judgement, ran to the center of the room, raising his voice (and cracking it in the process). "St-op! STOP THIS AT ONCE!" Finneas waved his noodle-y arms around like one of those inflatable tube-men as seen on TV (and or car dealerships). His raised voice came from a place of PLEADING rather than one of absolute authority. WAS EVERYONE GOING MAD?! Poor, poor professor Schmoe. He couldn't control the class. This was, in fact, anarchy. Ashley dutifully stopped what she was doing. The pollutant she was trailing had been petrified anyway. She looked at Schmoe. Poor dude needed lessons in having authority. Rule number one: Don't let kids throw trash at each other or over your room. "I'm listening sir," she said, just to make him feel better.