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Nicholas Flamel · 09-25-2009, 05:35 AM

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Originally Posted by Berty Borr

"I'll TELL YOU WHY," Lord Borr was getting ANGRY THAT he couldn't GET out of the chair. How was he supposed to TEACH!? ETHAN TRUEBRIDGE WOULD PAY FOR THIS!

With that thought and REALLY LOUD RIPPING NOISE, Lord Borr PROPELLED himself out of the chair. What Lord Borr did NOT know was that he'd torn a HUGE hole in the backside of his trousers.

Huge. Hole. In. His. Trousers. Huge. Hole. In. His. Underwear.

Lord Borr tapped his cane loudly as he turned his back on the class and approached the chalk board, "I CHOSE this time because IT IS DAY TIME! IF you want to GET anywhere in this world you have to be AWAKE DURING THE DAY. Sleep at NIGHT. Awake during the day," Lord Borr started beating the chalkboard with his cane to make the message sink, "SLEEP AT NIGHT!"

"You can't be awake ALL DAY LONG and ALL NIGHT LONG! You have TO CHOOSE one, or the OTHER! AND CLASS? I'm choosing FOR YOU! I CHOOSE for you to be awake during the day, where you STAND A CHANCE to GET A JOB! ONLY skulking creatures and UP-TO-NO-GOODERS ARE AWAKE ALL NIGHT! ASTRONOMY IS POINTLESS AT NIGHT! POINTLESS! Get a REAL job, I say!!! You may ALL THANK ME ONE DAY!"

Lord Borr felt a draft. "Raiden. Sebastian. Go close the windows, my men. Lock them up tight."

"As for the rest of you --- I want you to STAND UP. AND STRETCH. I want you to stand and STRETCH as HIGH AS YOU CAN. Stand up on the desk even. I know half of you are part monkey. GO ON. GET UP. GO ON! STRETCH UP AS HIGH AS YOU CAN."

Lord Borr started around the room, observing and watching, observing and watching. "HURRY UP WITH THOSE WINDOWS, BOYS!" Really drafty in this old room.

Actually, it made sense. Why study astronomy at night? That was for homework, rest and relaxation. Tavelon never liked the idea of studying the stars anyway.

So, playing the part of the sycophant, he did as he was told. He stretched as high as his little 11 year old arms would let him.

Thankfully he had a good charm for his deodorant. It smelt pretty good, actually.

But why were they stretching? Was this some metephor about how they need to reach for the stars? Ambition? Or whim of Lord Borr?

However, though Tavelon was standing in front of him, he could tell from the look of the students behind Lord Borr that something was amiss. The mighty, commanding figure of Lord Borr had a rip in his pants.

Tavelon concentrated extra hard on stretching so as not to show his bewildered, bemused emotion.

09-25-2009, 05:35 AM	#189 (permalink)
Nicholas Flamel Jarvey Join Date: Aug 2009 Location: California, USA! Posts: 671 Hogwarts RPG Name: Tavelon Martimus Second Year	Quote: Originally Posted by Berty Borr "I'll TELL YOU WHY," Lord Borr was getting ANGRY THAT he couldn't GET out of the chair. How was he supposed to TEACH!? ETHAN TRUEBRIDGE WOULD PAY FOR THIS! With that thought and REALLY LOUD RIPPING NOISE, Lord Borr PROPELLED himself out of the chair. What Lord Borr did NOT know was that he'd torn a HUGE hole in the backside of his trousers. Huge. Hole. In. His. Trousers. Huge. Hole. In. His. Underwear. Lord Borr tapped his cane loudly as he turned his back on the class and approached the chalk board, "I CHOSE this time because IT IS DAY TIME! IF you want to GET anywhere in this world you have to be AWAKE DURING THE DAY. Sleep at NIGHT. Awake during the day," Lord Borr started beating the chalkboard with his cane to make the message sink, "SLEEP AT NIGHT!" "You can't be awake ALL DAY LONG and ALL NIGHT LONG! You have TO CHOOSE one, or the OTHER! AND CLASS? I'm choosing FOR YOU! I CHOOSE for you to be awake during the day, where you STAND A CHANCE to GET A JOB! ONLY skulking creatures and UP-TO-NO-GOODERS ARE AWAKE ALL NIGHT! ASTRONOMY IS POINTLESS AT NIGHT! POINTLESS! Get a REAL job, I say!!! You may ALL THANK ME ONE DAY!" Lord Borr felt a draft. "Raiden. Sebastian. Go close the windows, my men. Lock them up tight." "As for the rest of you --- I want you to STAND UP. AND STRETCH. I want you to stand and STRETCH as HIGH AS YOU CAN. Stand up on the desk even. I know half of you are part monkey. GO ON. GET UP. GO ON! STRETCH UP AS HIGH AS YOU CAN." Lord Borr started around the room, observing and watching, observing and watching. "HURRY UP WITH THOSE WINDOWS, BOYS!" Really drafty in this old room. Actually, it made sense. Why study astronomy at night? That was for homework, rest and relaxation. Tavelon never liked the idea of studying the stars anyway. So, playing the part of the sycophant, he did as he was told. He stretched as high as his little 11 year old arms would let him. Thankfully he had a good charm for his deodorant. It smelt pretty good, actually. But why were they stretching? Was this some metephor about how they need to reach for the stars? Ambition? Or whim of Lord Borr? However, though Tavelon was standing in front of him, he could tell from the look of the students behind Lord Borr that something was amiss. The mighty, commanding figure of Lord Borr had a rip in his pants. Tavelon concentrated extra hard on stretching so as not to show his bewildered, bemused emotion. __________________