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Nienna · 10-01-2010, 11:45 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Droo

Hecate took her wand out and with one move, pulled him out of the chair, doused him with water to wake him up, then put him back in his chair. "If you want to stay, Master Crocker, you WILL pay attention. If not, get out. You are sixth year and this isn't a required class for you."

Left, right, PUNCH!

Right, left, KICK!

HOOOOOYA!

Willie was getting more entertained by the second. He had forgotten about being suffocated by the robes, and immersed himself into punching and kicking the chair that was attacking him. Ah, it felt like he was back in juvie again.

Especially when water was doused on him.

"PLAAAH." He heaved, his hands on the desk, eyes wide and staring ahead. "Whaaa' was tha' fuuur?!" Willie asked the professor, who clearly did not look pleased at him. He was SUFFOCATING! That's the LONGEST word he knew, and he knew how to use it properly!

Being soaked in water had its pluses. One second he was still, the next he was standing up shaking his body like a tango dancer in action. He shook his body, his hips, his head to the... Well, to no rhythm. If there was only a rhythm.

Once he stopped, he wiggled his arms. "Prefessah, can I eliten ya wit' sumthin?" before she answered, he continued, "I ain't ya mastah. Bein' called a mastah is fer them elves... I mean, ye may look like one, no offense prefessah really. I mean, me meself, I look like a... I ain't 'ave a clue. But ter make me point, I'd rathah be called Mistah Crockah, or... Crockah. Jus' not mastah, alright prefessah?"

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Nienna Acromantula Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: law school Posts: 30,704	Haaaaaaa. I think I just killed Willie. Lowsee ☆ The Joker ☆ Fantastic Baby! ☆ HufflyPuffly Quote: Originally Posted by Droo Hecate took her wand out and with one move, pulled him out of the chair, doused him with water to wake him up, then put him back in his chair. "If you want to stay, Master Crocker, you WILL pay attention. If not, get out. You are sixth year and this isn't a required class for you." Left, right, PUNCH! Right, left, KICK! HOOOOOYA! Willie was getting more entertained by the second. He had forgotten about being suffocated by the robes, and immersed himself into punching and kicking the chair that was attacking him. Ah, it felt like he was back in juvie again. Especially when water was doused on him. "PLAAAH." He heaved, his hands on the desk, eyes wide and staring ahead. "Whaaa' was tha' fuuur?!" Willie asked the professor, who clearly did not look pleased at him. He was SUFFOCATING! That's the LONGEST word he knew, and he knew how to use it properly! Being soaked in water had its pluses. One second he was still, the next he was standing up shaking his body like a tango dancer in action. He shook his body, his hips, his head to the... Well, to no rhythm. If there was only a rhythm. Once he stopped, he wiggled his arms. "Prefessah, can I eliten ya wit' sumthin?" before she answered, he continued, "I ain't ya mastah. Bein' called a mastah is fer them elves... I mean, ye may look like one, no offense prefessah really. I mean, me meself, I look like a... I ain't 'ave a clue. But ter make me point, I'd rathah be called Mistah Crockah, or... Crockah. Jus' not mastah, alright prefessah?"