Antwone chuckled, "Perhaps."

The Hufflepuff's hands looked much like his own, perhaps a tad more dirt was under his nails.

"Name's Antwone Thomas, by the way."

Sebastian grinned as the boy inspected his hands. He'd never thought someone would actually be doing this in school.
"Oh, uh, I'm Sebastian Milan," He grinned again, "What a very interesting place and circumstance to meet you in."

Patrick looked at the grade on the board next to his name. A 'P'. Not to say that he didn't wash his hands. He had just never frankly cared that much. He eyed the board and the brown-suited potato of a man next to it and shook his head imperceptibly.

This was silly.

This class was silly, and the entire point of this class was silly. Sure, cleanliness was a good thing. A very good thing. But grading their nails?

What was the world coming to?

Still, he could not help admitting he found it funny. Shel sat back in his seat, looking around at the many other students. He noticed Jason, passed him a friendly smile, before returning to his occasional glances at everyone.

Hmph!

Nicholai looked at his immaculately manicured nails and looked around the class as the students bickered. Seeing no one was approaching him he shrugged and strode to the board. Truly his nails were an O for Outstanding compared to most of the class, but he actually felt somewhat dirty; like his hands were absorbing some kind of ripe and heavy aroma every second that he was in the classroom. Avoiding picking up the chalk, after becoming paranoid when another student mentioned challk dust, he pulled out his wand and flicked it at the board; settling for giving himself a mere acceptable. He strode back to his desk with a respectful nod toward Lord Borr.

Apedemak stared blankly at the board still in utter disbelief at the inane nature of this 'History of Magic' course. Pulling himself out of the malaise that Professor Borr seemed to perpetuate, the Sudanese boy looked at his hand and nails. His travels with his father clearly showed and his nails, though immaculately well kept, did have some traces of dirt under them; a hazard of devoting so much time to herbology. Ethnocentric twit! Apedemak thought as his unhurried gait carried him to the chalk board where he wrote his name and a 'P' next to it, before returning to his desk.

Lord Borr watched with amusement as the boys exchanged blows. He was pleased to see that his Leading Lad, Mr. Wendleworth won. As it should be, he thought. "Did everyone catch what just happened between these two? If you didn't, you should be paying attention you hyperactive idiots!" Lord Borr cleared his throat. "Ten points to you, Mr. Wendleworth for taking the blame, when I saw clearly that it was not your doing. Even then, you did not point fingers and apologize for your ... peer. Mr. Potter, that will be 10 points from Slytherin. Apologize for yourself, not for others! BE A MAN!" And that was to be the end of that.


Lord Borr tried to twist at the waist to see the board behind him. He didn't like turning his back on the hooligans in his class, but his belly wouldn't allow it - so he had to turn all the way around. His chins rested against his chest as he observed the list:

After what seemed liked ages of him staring at the board, he turned around. Kingston, Billium, that's 5 points apiece for you. Well done. Sheldon, that will be 2 points for you for being sort of honest. Atwone, 5 points to you for your honesty. Sebastian, Patrick, and Apedemak - 5 points apiece. Thank you for your honesty."


"As for the rest of you, I believe we have a room full of LIARS! Liars!" Lord Borr hissed. "I should make each of you put your fingers in your neighbor's mouth! If wasn't afraid of the disease you might spread, you can bet your baby's bottom I WOULD DO IT!" Lord Borr was spitting up a storm with his fury.

"I'll tell you what I will do. I had planned on teaching you all the importance of clean hands, and I will assign that as homework later. I see there is a much, much BIGGER lesson to be learned here!"


"EVERYONE - please stand up, pick up your warm bowl of water and place it on the floor. NOW."

10 points from Slytherin!! He knew Kingston the Pet would get points. Borr hated Iggy it would seem. He sighed. His fingernails were perfect, he had even trimmed them. I don't know who is the bigger pompous brat. The fat man or the brown noser.

Iggy looked at his bowl of water. Instead of placing it on the floor or standing up, he leant back and rested his head on his hands.

Clifford blinked at the giant of a man at the front of the room. It was clear he was a raving lunatic. Clearly one of those nutjobs. If he carried on the way he was his head was surely about to explode, covering the class in small pieces of Borr. Gross.

He awarded points to people with bad nails? Hmpf. It wasn't his fault Hitachi thought he had pretty nails! He glared at the boy that had marked his nails before doing as he was told. Picking up the bowl of water he had on his desk, Clifford hastily placed it on the floor.

Will picked up a bowl of water and placed it on the floor as instructed. This was utterly bogus-- and Ignatius had gotten a raw deal. Hmph. His respect for Kingston just dropped a notch or two. He thought about sticking up for Iggy but the reality was he wasn't too keen on his little speech apologizing for Kingston and about being 'better than' folks either. He really hoped that they weren't going to turn out to be a couple of snobs, as he really liked both blokes.

Kingston smiled from his desk, giving Borr a bow from the head to him. Ten points for all of that? He didn't even have to pull a finger. Oh how this was going to be very, very, very amusing. Once Potter lost his points, he turned to face the Slytherin and gave him a smug smirk. Oh how it was good to be Leading Lad. Er... maybe?

Standing up once Borr demanded it, he took up his warm bowl of water and placed it on the floor. Looking to his side, he saw that Potter had done nothing. With a slight cough to grab Lord Borr's attention, he spoke. "Sir, I would tell Mr. Potter to stand up and do what you asked. But since this is your class I should give you the honors to do so, my lord."

Will sighed. Enough was enough. "Okay, you're just takin' suck up to a whole brand new level, Kingston... It's embarrassing, really. I know Lord Borr's extremely important and deserves to be honoured and respected. But I think Lord Borr will agree that a real man doesn't grovel-- it's makin' it harder to respect you, man." Will said mildly with a small smile, wrinkling his nose in distaste.

Kingston eyed Will and leaned into him so he'd whisper in his ear. "Oh please like I enjoy doing this nonsense," he told him, his eyes really expressing how he felt. "I feel very disgusted to suck up as you say to this man. Besides, all of the years you've been in Hogwarts have you ever noticed me sucking up? I dare say you haven't, Will."

Leaning away from Will, Kingston folded his arms and took a deep breath. He hated doing this. He hated sucking up and especially loosing a friend like Will. If he could actually call Will a friend.

Barry was astonded but he didn`t say anything he got up and put his bowl of warm water on the floor and stood up

Maddox placed his bowl of water on the ground as he was told. He thought to himself, 'this man is a stark raving lunatic. having a lesson about cleanliness? whats his problem? is he a germaphobic person or something?' He didnt like this guy one bit. But he knew he would have to do everything he was told with a lord teaching a class or he would lose major points for hufflepuff and he didnt want that to happen. "Yes my lord. My bowl is on the floor." He said.

Okay, now he hadn't expected this. Not slowly, yet not quickly, Sebastian stood and took a bowl of warm water, putting it quietly on the floor, giving Lord Borr a polite smile... More thanking him for awarding points for honesty.

Jose Looked at the professor he realy wanted to chuck the water all over the professor but didn't he put the water on the floor like lord Borr had asked him to.

Will nodded. Alright then. At least it wasn't something he was doing for pleasure... He waited for Lord Borr's instructions.

Jason puts the bowl of water on the floor as instructed. Jason thinks to himself, oh bad nails get points.

LIAR?? Did he just call Trey a liar? One his lad's Will had given him that Acceptable grade. No ill will towards Will however, he knew none of this was his fault. But this fool was taking it too far. Reluctantly Trey stood up out of his seat, sighed heavily and reached his bowl down onto the ground. What are we getting into now he wondered?

Antwone took up his warm bowl of water, glancing over towards Sebastian with an "we're in trouble" now look. After turning his gaze from the Hufflepuff he placed his bowl onto the floor as instructed.

Two points for being partly honest? Amazing! Shel kept back the grin, realizing that Barry had actually done him a favour, winning him points he had never expected - even if they were just two. A favour in a twisted, irrational way, if you ask me.

"Thank you, sir," he said, standing up as instructed. He picked up his bowl of warm water, examining it for several seconds, before placing it on the ground in front of him. There. That should be nice and spiffy, enough.

Sebastian looked at Antwone's worried face, and had to smother a smile. It was rather amusing... Seems they were meant to be learning about History Of Magic. Oh well, social skills. But the water did look very inviting, just to dip his hands in. But he refrained himself, knowing that he'd possibly be sick of the water soon enough.

"Now, do you know," Lord Borr began to pace the front of the room, his hands clasped behind his back, "who lies? DO you? THE WEAK. The weak lie. The weak - are babies." Lord Borr stopped his pacing and stood in the front of the room. His hands moved to his hips, where they balled up and looked menacing in their resting spot.


"And do you know what babies do? Babies wet their pants. I WILL NOT HAVE BABIES IN MY SCHOOL!" Lord Borr wet the front row with flying saliva. "Put your bottoms into the bowls. SIT RIGHT DOWN IN THEM! Get your pants nice and wet - just like you would if you wet your pants like a baby!"

Lord Borr was daring anyone to disagree. "Refusing to sit in the water will result in 50 points from your House! NOW SIT AND FEEL LIKE THE BABIES YOU ARE! Remember that you are MEN and NEVER lie again!"

Barry thought that this was riddiculous but he had learned the theory for a drying spell last year and he closed his eyes and sat in the bowl. This was disqusting it was all wet he waited five minuites and then stood up and sat again.