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ArianaBlack · 01-08-2021, 06:08 AM

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Originally Posted by Uncle Moose

As soon as that door opened and Schmoe spoke his name. Moose pushed past the Muggle Studies Professor and went straight for a Bean Bag Chair. He saw it. He was sure Schmoe saw it. It was plain as day right there on his forehead. Only a real idiot would miss it. He curled up into the bean bag and just looked at the Professor. Hate, Anger, and oh yes. Fear was definitely there too. Fear...he hated it. He glanced toward Schmoe and saw the same level of fear in his eyes. What's worse, he looked beyond terrible. He looked like he'd gotten no sleep, then took part in a triathlon, with no prior training to condition himself for it. Which, according to his Father, who trains for them was simply put, Stupid. He looked like Adam Luck & Kale Trent put together.

Moose pulled his knees to his head and hid his face into them. Gripping his pants tight at their seams. "I hate Magic!" Moose admitted fiercely. No different than he did last year same to Schmoe on his first visit back then.

Finneas gently closed the door and made quick work to lock it physically and with a series of spells. "SHHHHhhh, they'll hear you!" With the little strength he had in him, he turned to look at the young Mr. Stover with a sense of urgency. Usually, his first instinct would be to inquire more, to ask Mr. Stover to elaborate and share his feelings. At the moment, however, they had much larger concerns.

It was only then that he turned back around, wand back up in the air to cast a few more spells. First, an imperturbable charm, then a Room-sealing spell, and finally a muffliato charm incase there were others outside. He was an awkward noodle of a man and terribly weak in his current state, but his spellwork still remained unmatched.

"D-did anyone follow you here, Mr. St-stover?" Finneas asked with a hushed voice. Still he looked ever-so urgent as he turned toward the young man again. His heart once more dropping at the sight of the word printed on his forehead.

Again he twitched uncharacteristically, limping over to his desk and rummaging through his messy drawers only to pull out a bottle of Murtlap Essence.

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ArianaBlack Assistant Forum Manager Quibbler & Newbie Mod DMLE & DMT Ashwinder Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: #6e5f57 \|#ff5470 Posts: 13,677 Hogwarts RPG Name: Alfie Adair Hufflepuff Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Laini Gracae-Ryans Slytherin First Year Ministry RPG Name: Tomasz Łaska Law Enforcement x10 x1	doesn't proofread tweets \| #wrongaboutcereal \| #siriusly? \| emo to the extremo Quote: Originally Posted by Uncle Moose As soon as that door opened and Schmoe spoke his name. Moose pushed past the Muggle Studies Professor and went straight for a Bean Bag Chair. He saw it. He was sure Schmoe saw it. It was plain as day right there on his forehead. Only a real idiot would miss it. He curled up into the bean bag and just looked at the Professor. Hate, Anger, and oh yes. Fear was definitely there too. Fear...he hated it. He glanced toward Schmoe and saw the same level of fear in his eyes. What's worse, he looked beyond terrible. He looked like he'd gotten no sleep, then took part in a triathlon, with no prior training to condition himself for it. Which, according to his Father, who trains for them was simply put, Stupid. He looked like Adam Luck & Kale Trent put together. Moose pulled his knees to his head and hid his face into them. Gripping his pants tight at their seams. "I hate Magic!" Moose admitted fiercely. No different than he did last year same to Schmoe on his first visit back then. Finneas gently closed the door and made quick work to lock it physically and with a series of spells. "SHHHHhhh, they'll hear you!" With the little strength he had in him, he turned to look at the young Mr. Stover with a sense of urgency. Usually, his first instinct would be to inquire more, to ask Mr. Stover to elaborate and share his feelings. At the moment, however, they had much larger concerns. It was only then that he turned back around, wand back up in the air to cast a few more spells. First, an imperturbable charm, then a Room-sealing spell, and finally a muffliato charm incase there were others outside. He was an awkward noodle of a man and terribly weak in his current state, but his spellwork still remained unmatched. "D-did anyone follow you here, Mr. St-stover?" Finneas asked with a hushed voice. Still he looked ever-so urgent as he turned toward the young man again. His heart once more dropping at the sight of the word printed on his forehead. Again he twitched uncharacteristically, limping over to his desk and rummaging through his messy drawers only to pull out a bottle of Murtlap Essence. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Lemon!