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Flynn put the bowl of water on the floor. He had mistakenly thought that this was because they were moving on from cleanliness to something else - maybe something a little more important and relevant? But how wrong was Flynn.
When Lord Borr asked them to sit on the bowls, the first worry was not that his cool pink pygmy puff boxers were going to get wet, but that he wasn't sure he would be able to get OUT of the bowl afterwards. Then the threat of fifty points came and Flynn knew he HAD to do it. After all, it wasn't humiliating if everyone was doing it? It was, therefore the common norm.
However, just as he had feared, Flynn tried to get out of the bowl and couldn't. With much struggle and wriggling and no help from his ruddy classmates, he toppled forward pouring water ALL over the floor and he screamed in fright as he saw his plastic bowl make way for Lord Borr. As you could imagine, time appeared to stop and profanities were running through Flynn's head like a dog in heat. He hoped to Merlin the bowl would just MISS Borr. "Please," he pleaded to no one in particular.
Lord Borr looked down as the water and the idiot fell towards him. Water splattered his immaculately clean and pressed pants. "TELL ME SON, tell me, TRULY - for you - is that difficult TO SIT IN A BOWL OF WATER? Is that TOO MUCH TO ASK OF YOU?"
Lord Borr splashed through the huge puddled on the floor, precariously wiggled this way and that, and loomed over the young idiot on the floor. "Put your thumb in your mouth and stay on the floor for the rest of this lesson. You act like a baby, you get TREATED like a baby!"
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XanaSnape Wet his pants? What. the HAIL? Will's hand shot up. "Professor? I'm not refusing to sit --" Yet.he thought. "But I'd like a bit of clarification. First, you said you won't have weak, lyin' babies in your school. Then you said babies wet their pants. Seems to me that by that reckonin', if I sit down in that bowl yonder, I'm making myself into exactly what you don't want in your school. And I'd hate to disappoint you like that, sir."
Then Lord Borr turned, slowly, his eyed narrowed to the one that spoke. His very own Boy Scout. "Do you
dare to imply that you know more than me? JUST WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? You are a peasant in the presence of a KING! You have three seconds to get that rump in the water and learn your lesson before I come over there and TEACH YOU PERSONALLY!"
Lord Borr was spitting mad. "The rest of you - SIT. STAY seated! The rest of class will take place from your NEW seats! YOUR BABY seats!"
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Jenster Iggy stared at Berty. He was not about the put his brand new trousers in a bowl of water. What if they shrank? They were rather expensive and he didn't want to risk the shrinkage.
He eyed the bowl on his desk and chuckled as he watched some of the boys around him dunking themselves in the bowl of warm water. This guy was crazy.
Ignatius continued to lounge on his chair. He dabbed his little finger in the water. It was still a bit too warm for his liking.
"Shall I take fifty now and fifty later?"