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Well... that didn't go as planned. But it least it worked, somewhat.
Jake himself felt totally disorientated as he fell the down and had Willie struggling beneath him. All he knew was that Tibi was free, and so was Jake... kinda.
"Ouch!" he squealed as Willie's PUKE-covered foot made contact with his shin. Why did they ALWAYS go for the SHIN?!
Pushing himself clumsily away from the Hufflepuff, Jake hobbled over to Tibi and grabbed him by the arm, hauling him up with surprising strength, before reaching out for Kaika and pulling the pair of them from the compartment, keen to distance himself from the maniac. All he managed to do was drag them into a different compartment and pull the blinds, but that was quite enough.
Willie pushed and pushed, feeling the weight of Jake over him a little too much. How much did this boy eat?! Ugh! He kicked him until he felt the boy squeal, feeling immense pleasure rush through his tiny body. He was glad that Upstead was hurt. The boy shouldn't have jumped him! What happened next was quite unexpected as the boy had taken off with Ti, leaving Willie alone in the compartment.
"I'MMA GETCHU, UPSTEAD!" Wilie hollered, not even bothering to sit up. His shoes were vomited on and he didn't think he'd like walking on something squishy. Pushing himself up with his elbows, Willie looked at his feet and cringed with disgust. What was he going to do now? He didn't know any cleaning spells, yet and he sure as hell wasn't going to be walking in something stinky.
Sighing, he reached out for his backpack and pulled out a used tissue, rubbing away the vomit that was on his shoes with it. He'd cleaned worse, but this was still disgusting. Once all the vomit had been cleaned away (he hoped), Willie began to untie his shoelaces and take off his shoes, seeing as he had no need in wearing them anymore. When he did take off his shoes, he realized that there was also some vomit on his socks.
"Merlin's," he murmured angrily, pealing off both his socks and throwing them on the side. He had to go into Hogwarts shoeless until he could clean up his shoes in the sink of their bathroom. That'll be a riot, Willie thought sourly. At least his feet didn't stink, yet. Sighing, the boy stood up and shoved his dirty shoes and socks into his backpack, realizing that he really didn't have any place to put them in. So what if his clothes were dirtied as well? He could clean them. It wasn't a problem.
The boy leaned down and brushed his pants and afterwards standing up straight, throwing his back over his shoulder and making a the choice of leaving this compartment as it was vomited on and head on to another one. Where? He actually didn't know. Maybe he'd just roam the corridors and do some nabbing, yeah that always worked.
With a sly grin, the boy left his compartment and headed out towards the back of the train.