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Ratel · 09-24-2009, 08:52 PM

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Originally Posted by Berty Borr

Followed by the BRIGHT STUDENTS, Lord Borr had not one, BUT TWO COMPLETELY RUDE, COMPLETELY BRAINLESS WONDERS. "Is there something WRONG with you two? HUFFLEPUFF IS SUPPOSED TO BE the HOUSE OF CHAMPIONS!" Lord Borr, for example, had been a Hufflepuff.

Lord Borr was the CHAMPION OF CHAMPIONS.

"I wish for YOU TWO to stand up and move your chairs to VERY BACK OF THE ROOM. OUT OF MY SIGHT!! I can't BEAR to look at you for even another moment. I won't send you away, no, no I'm much too merciful and kind of that. BUT YOU MAKE ME NAUSEOUS. YOU MAKE ME SAD. DO wish to make me cry for the loss of integrity in my HOUSE? DO YOU? GET UP. MOVE. OUT OF MY SIGHT. If you can't follow the EASIEST of instructions then I can't look at YOU WITHOUT LOSING MY LUNCH!"

Which, if you must know, Lord Borr had BEEN TOO BUSY TO EAT. TOO BUSY. TOO IMPORTANT.

Arrick didn't move backwards, as he was already at the back row, but he took the order as an invitation to shuffle his seat farther away from the balmy old codger and closer to the classroom door.

The old bully was from this house? He made a bit of a face. He'd much rather leave Hogwarts with half a brain than to end up like Borr. To Arrick's surprise, the Head Boy was in trouble, too.

He didn't envy Tavelon, though. Having to get closer to the old codger was the last thing Arrick wanted to do.

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"Well, well, well, well, well," Lord Borr began after many failed attempts to get up and out of his chair. Trust Ethan Truebridge to supply the room with CHEAP furniture. The fibers must have melded with Lord Borr's bottom. AS IF HE HAD TIME FOR THIS?!?!

"I SEE we have a FEW men with the HEAD IN THE CLOUDS! WITH YOUR HEAD IN THE CLOUDS!!! I want you three to get up, go to my lounge, and begin a list of how and why your ambitions are worthless. I want you to talk it over with each other and I want you to wait on me there. YOU WILL GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE CLOUDS BEFORE THE year is over, sons! I WILL HELP YOU. Now, go, before you taint the minds of my other students!! GO."

Lord Borr had spoken.

After one more failed attempt to stand, Lord Borr rolled his chair out to the middle of the room. "Everyone ELSE GET UP. Get up. Right now, DO NOT DALLY. I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR DALLYING. I want everyone to GET UP and GO TO THE WINDOW and tell me what YOU SEE! HURRY UP! MOVE MOVE MOVE. What is outside? WHAT DO YOU NOTICE?"

Lord Borr's tummy began to RUUMMMMBBLLLLEEE. He was quite hungry. Poor busy and important LORD Borr. [/COLOR]

Arrick wondered if that included him and the shunned Head Boy, but decided to stay put. After all, he did say to stay out of sight.

"Balmy on boloney with extra mayonaise," he muttered to himself.

09-24-2009, 08:52 PM	#146 (permalink)
Ratel Lobalug Join Date: Aug 2009 Posts: 197 Hogwarts RPG Name: Arrick Melliv First Year	Quote: Originally Posted by Berty Borr Followed by the BRIGHT STUDENTS, Lord Borr had not one, BUT TWO COMPLETELY RUDE, COMPLETELY BRAINLESS WONDERS. "Is there something WRONG with you two? HUFFLEPUFF IS SUPPOSED TO BE the HOUSE OF CHAMPIONS!" Lord Borr, for example, had been a Hufflepuff. Lord Borr was the CHAMPION OF CHAMPIONS. "I wish for YOU TWO to stand up and move your chairs to VERY BACK OF THE ROOM. OUT OF MY SIGHT!! I can't BEAR to look at you for even another moment. I won't send you away, no, no I'm much too merciful and kind of that. BUT YOU MAKE ME NAUSEOUS. YOU MAKE ME SAD. DO wish to make me cry for the loss of integrity in my HOUSE? DO YOU? GET UP. MOVE. OUT OF MY SIGHT. If you can't follow the EASIEST of instructions then I can't look at YOU WITHOUT LOSING MY LUNCH!" Which, if you must know, Lord Borr had BEEN TOO BUSY TO EAT. TOO BUSY. TOO IMPORTANT. Arrick didn't move backwards, as he was already at the back row, but he took the order as an invitation to shuffle his seat farther away from the balmy old codger and closer to the classroom door. The old bully was from this house? He made a bit of a face. He'd much rather leave Hogwarts with half a brain than to end up like Borr. To Arrick's surprise, the Head Boy was in trouble, too. He didn't envy Tavelon, though. Having to get closer to the old codger was the last thing Arrick wanted to do. Quote: "Well, well, well, well, well," Lord Borr began after many failed attempts to get up and out of his chair. Trust Ethan Truebridge to supply the room with CHEAP furniture. The fibers must have melded with Lord Borr's bottom. AS IF HE HAD TIME FOR THIS?!?! "I SEE we have a FEW men with the HEAD IN THE CLOUDS! WITH YOUR HEAD IN THE CLOUDS!!! I want you three to get up, go to my lounge, and begin a list of how and why your ambitions are worthless. I want you to talk it over with each other and I want you to wait on me there. YOU WILL GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE CLOUDS BEFORE THE year is over, sons! I WILL HELP YOU. Now, go, before you taint the minds of my other students!! GO." Lord Borr had spoken. After one more failed attempt to stand, Lord Borr rolled his chair out to the middle of the room. "Everyone ELSE GET UP. Get up. Right now, DO NOT DALLY. I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR DALLYING. I want everyone to GET UP and GO TO THE WINDOW and tell me what YOU SEE! HURRY UP! MOVE MOVE MOVE. What is outside? WHAT DO YOU NOTICE?" Lord Borr's tummy began to RUUMMMMBBLLLLEEE. He was quite hungry. Poor busy and important LORD Borr. [/COLOR] Arrick wondered if that included him and the shunned Head Boy, but decided to stay put. After all, he did say to stay out of sight. "Balmy on boloney with extra mayonaise," he muttered to himself.