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"Yeah but still you were right." She tried to smile. "you had a feeling he would lie to me and you were right." |
" well I hope the new guy is good to you or he will have to deal with me, Excelcior and probably Camira" Jason tells Monica. " If we aren't scary enough, then he has to deal with you" jason Potter Weasley says. " He has no chance" jason laughs. "What is yoru boyfreind's name, Monica?" jason asks. |
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Barry opened the door and said "Sorry I took so long may I come in" |
Ocean never truly locked his door. What he did was put up his guards. If the door handle was touched without the guards being lifted there was a series of protective charms that would go off, consequentially triggering the others. Barry had made the mistake of opening the door while Ocean wasn't home. The wall slammed shut with such force, the wind must have knocked Barry off his feet. With loud clanging noises the van folded within itself like a box and was swallowed by a hole that appeared from the ground, leaving Barry surrounded by crates and surfboards. An eerie silence followed the racket only to be followed by loud stomping. The surfboards had sprouted legs and arms and were now marching menacingly in Barry's direction. Trapping him within their arms, they held him still. If only Ocean returned fast enough. |
Jack was on his way to meet the new Groundskeeper whom he had not met yet. There always seemed to be a new Groundskeeper. Odd. He grinned as he saw the brightly painted hippy van and other decorations after making his way across the sloping lawns. Then, something happened very fast. The whole van seemed to fold itself up and fell into a hole. Jack's eyes widened as, as if by magic, duh, of course it was magic, the surfboards grew legs and were making their way towards a teeny firstie. Where the hell was the Groundkeeper?! What happened to the van? Jack was rooted to the spot. He had no idea what to do. "Holy ..." He muttered under his breath looking back to see where the new guy was. Did it look like Jack had done this to the van? Jack was now officially panicking. |
" take it easy Monica, i have to talk to someone about some personal stuff" Jason told her. |
The rain was still pounding against his barrier, continuously walking with his head bent he didn't see the commotion from a distance. It wasn't until he was missing his surfboards embedded on the ground that he realized what had happened. "You gotta be kidding me," he muttered through clenched teeth as he stared incredulously at one of his magicked boards keeping the small intruder trapped within its embrace. "Doesn't anyone knock on doors anymore?" Letting out a flustered sigh, he cursed profusely with each stomp he took to become nearer to the boy and stopped besides a panicking Hufflepuff. "See this?" He spoke serenely, pointing at the spectacle. "That's what happens when you forget your manners." Hands on his hips, Ocean shook his head, yet again making irritated sounds like heaving sighing, sharp intakes of breaths and cussing. Lots of it. Resetting them booby traps was going to take forever! |
Jack simply stood and stared. Bewildered. The new Groundskeeper was a tad scary. He didn't seem to care about the first year who was trapped at all, he only seemed bothered about his own possessions. He looked up at Ocean. Rain was poking him in the eyes and his hair was flat against his forehead. He couldn't believe that he was just standing there moaning and swearing. The stupidest thing crossed his mind. "It always rains when you go out, huh?" Pillock. Utter moron. Jack had now crossed the line of being stupid and was now so much more. Who would make that statement in this situation? The first year was still trapped. The two older guys were both standing, watching; one of which moaning about the rain, the other complaining about his stuff. Great. |
Ocean looked sideways at the kid and sucked his teeth at the pitiful state the Hufflepuff was in. Didn't anyone use Impermeable Charms anymore? Flicking his wand over the student, he wrapped him in an invisible air bubble, making the drops of water bounce of his already drenched body. "No," he remarked. "Only when you're around." Rubbing the back of his neck, he groaned as the surfboards stood still looking (if they had eyes) at their creator. "Well what are you waiting for?" He called out angrily at the boards. "Are you trying to suffocate the kid?" Confused, the surfboards began to pass the first year between themselves like he was a hot potato. Ocean Tea Jones slapped his forehead. "They're worse than the charmed coat rack." |
Kai walked up to the door and knocked twice, she held the muffins she made in a bag, she herd the new grounds keeper liked them. There were all sorts of flavours, chocolate chip, banana, honey glazed with granola. She smiled hoping he would like what she brought. |
Barry was terrified by what had happened it was just bad he shock himself and saw Kai he went up trebeling and said "Helo there K-kai how are you today" |
Camira walked up to the door and knocked harshly and repeatedly. She couldn't believe the nerve of this Ocean man. Completely ignoring her amicable attempts at an introduction. He was definitely going to get one now, whether he liked it or not. She was not going away. She stood there in preparation, eyes staring ahead defiantly, lips pursed, and arms crossed. All in all, she looked quite intimidating.... if you were 11, that is. |
With a wave of his hand the surfboards had dropped Barry and returned to dig themselves (with some effort) back into the ground. He stomped the ground twice and his van popped out of nowhere. No sooner than it had appeared students were knocking on his door again. He wasn't even inside the poor thing. Clearing his throat, he coughed into his closed fist. "Yes?" He spoke loudly to the students already gathered before and around his van-hut. "Who exactly are you looking for?" |
Jack was surprised to see everything back to normal but glad that the kid was alright. He chuckled at the surfboards as he made his way to the van. The Groundskeeper seemed to be a grumpy guy who hated company but he had come down here so no point in leaving now. "You, duh." Jack replied, as if that was the most obvious thing ever. |
One small black object whizzed through the grass, hardly more than a blur, and another one followed. Identical black stripes were drawn on each black streak and they took bounding leaps and pounces through the tall grass. So small were the little figures that whenever they went back down, into the grass, they seemed to almost disappear entirely, but for two little black, twitching ears. Itty bitty ears and the top of it's head, with the beginning of the white stripe. One began to run, bushy tail fluttering with the breeze as it sped away from the other one, bounding, bouncing, leaping, flying, taking sharp lefts and rights, hooking and doubling back. If they had voiced, they'd be laughing. Or giggling, perhaps, in a very school child-ish manner. Through the "jungle", they made their way, off the paths towards the brightly colored van. They didn't seem to be intending to have a direction for where they were going, but unconciously, they seemed to be lured this way. And then her calls came out. "PEPE LE STINKY! FLOWER! GET BACK HERE! NOW!" Issy was huffing and puffing as she ran, holding a stitch in her side, cloak flapping out behind her as she ran after the skunklettes. It wasn't that she was a bad runner - she'd just been running for a long time after them. Their twitchy noses had caught the scent of liberty wafting through the doors in the Entrance Hall and suddenly, they'd graced freedom and took it a few steps (bounds, leaps, and pounces) too far. "PEPE LE STINKY! FLOWEEEEEEER! I DEMAND YOU COME TO ME!" Her tiny voice came out wheezy and gasping for air, not carrying too well. And it was no wonder - her tiny body could not possibly encompass large enough lungs to keep her running and shouting at the top of her lungs after the small skunks that were romping and having too much fun avoiding their master. Pausing a few feet away from the van, she bent over, hands on her knees, panting heavily, the stitch now very sore as she tried to hold it with one free hand. Stupid skunks! She knew she should've bought them leashes! And now, they were romping, perhaps twenty feet from her, but she hadn't the energy to even TRY to summon them. ...summon. Right... summoning spell.... but... what was the incantation again? Instead, she dropped to the ground, rolling onto her back, hands propping beneath her head, and began to gulp in lungfuls of cool air. |
Jake knocked on the door once. He hoped he could talk to the professor alone. |
Jack turned around, hearing a young girls voice yelling something. Not too far away a small girl was bent over holding her side. Jack squinted through the sharp sunlight to where she was standing to see exactly what she was doing but he couldn't figure out what that actually was. Out of nowhere she just fell onto her back, lying in the grass. Jack, out of curiousity more than anything, abandoned his visit to the Groundskeeper and trudged his way over to where the small girl, almost definetly in first year, was lieing in the grass. He stood over her, staring down at this little person that was lieing down panting and gulping. "What the heck are you doing?!" Jack asked her, puzzled. He held out a hand for her to use to get back up again. |
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Glancing sideways he took a deep breath before answering. "Oh really?" He spoke sarcastically. "I was hoping they were here for you." Kids. Walking towards his van he reached out for the door handle, ready to let them all in. Soon, he'd run out of tea and he'd have to sent for more crates from his plantation. It was like he had suddenly developed a brood of children. Ocean was determined to never have any children of his own if he could help it. He chose to ignore the blond boy for now seeing as there was an peculiarly high pitch voice echoing across the grounds calling a stinky and flopper. Or whatever. Squinting as the figure grew nearer and nearer he raised his hand to use a visor and flinched when she collapsed. Feet in front of her bounced some critters he had never seen up close. "I'm going to start charging extra for this," he mumbled to no one as he brought his hand back down and began making his way towards the fallen student, careful not to step on the adorable black furry animals, leaping on the grass. He stopped halfway there, seeing as the boy who had been by his side had apparated? flown even to the girl's side? Either way he was drastically fast and there was someone else knocking on his door. Running a hand down his face he groaned. "I'm right here!" He bellowed. "There's nobody in there. Why is everyone knocking?" Honestly. |
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The boy's shadow over her felt nice and cool and, without realizing it, a serene smile crossed her face and she hummed lightly, tipping her face up, letting the shadow wash over her neck and trying to cringe into it. Her whole body could use that nice cool down, she instinctivly thought and sighed for a breif second, before realizing that the shadow and voice were coming from a person! A boy! Eyes opening quickly, she coughed and choked a little, wheezing and tried to push herself up. Too many actions took place though and she feebly admitted (silently) defeat, and reached up to take the boy's hand and pull herself up. How familiar this scene felt. Samson she muttered in her mind, as she attempted to steady herself on lightly shaking legs, wiping off the back of skirt. "I was taking a nap. What'd it look like?" she wheezed. The words were meant to come out sour, but she hadn't the strength to do so. "My skunks were running away and I was chasing them and I exhausted myself." She panted between every few words, but her breathing was slowly beginning to regulate some. Meanwhile, over a few feet away, near Ocean, the skunklettes had spotted him. One head perked up first, the other following not more than a moment later. For a breif moment, they seemed more like prarie dogs, and then the first skunklette took off, bounding towards the Professor, the other following him, scurrying to him as though drawn by some kind of aura. |
Still grumbling and still annoyed Ocean stared at the dark blurs heading his way. There was a brief moment where he doubted what he was seeing and he glanced over his shoulder, hoping someone behind him would clarify the situation for him. Sadly, there was no voice of reasoning and so Ocean Tea Jones set himself to meet his very first skunks. Checking his pockets rapidly, he tried to make sure he wasn't carrying any of his precious beetles. It just wouldn't do if they tried to eat his collection. Kneeling down he snapped his fingers and whistled. "Heeere little dudes!" He cooed. "Uncle Oche's got some nice grub for ya." |
Jack helped the small girl to her feet and raised his eyebrows when she mentioned skunks. Was she serious? "Skunks?" He didn't really like any creatures of any sort but skunks could be one of the worst to bring to school. The could stink out the place. He looked around to see where they were. Jack was surprised to see Ocean kneeling down talking to the little black things. He smirked and stepped towards him. "So you're nice to skunks." Jack started with a grin. "But when kids come down your lawn you get all grumpy." He was only joking but he could tell right from the moment the words left his lips that he was going to get some moody or sarcastic comment from the man. |
"Well, you see young man," began Ocean, a sideways glance being enough to realize who was speaking once more. "Skunks, unlike you, aren't cheeky." If only this was a school for skunks... |
Jack frowned. He refused to believe that he was cheeky. He exhaled slowly watching the man feeding the skunks while trying to think of what to say back to him. "I'm not cheeky. I'm just..." He trailed off, not knowing the word that finished that sentence. |
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Camira raised an eyebrow. Was the man really that daft. "We're obviously here for you. That's why we're at your door", she said freshly. Honestly, who was the Headmistress hiring these days? |
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