"Alright ... okay," he said, holding his hands up in defense. "Let's just walk out then. He probably won't wake well into the night and expect that he dismissed class."

He looked to his watch which read that they only had an hour more of class session.

"I've got Arithmacy next and I would like a few hours free to read out the book." But then another idea hit him. "No wait, we have another hour and we haven't learned a lick of History of Magic. We all have our books, let's teach each other."

"Right, he's not going to sleep forever," he sighed, pulling away from Will and standing closer to Lord Borr. "And I suggest I don't go in front as you can see I'm all skin and bones," he pointed at his skinny body. "I suggest the people who should go in front are people who have muscles. Anyone here plays Qudditch? Surely gentlemen at least two of you play Qudditch."

Kingston turned to face the younger Hufflepuff. "If you are certain that you can enlarge the door without making any single damage, then please be my guest." He smiled, pointing at the butt that is Borr's.
"Sheldon it is. I dislike nicknames," he muttered, taking one step away from Borr. Kingston then suddenly froze as he heard some rumbling from the man. Oh dear. Slowly turning, he prayed that it had been a fart and not him waking up. Kingston thought the spell he had put would make him stay out for quite sometime.

Moments after, he saw him twitch, making him jump back a bit. So he did wake up! Staying frozen in place, Kingston watched the butt, hoping to God he wasn't really awake.

It was as though the heavens were loving him. With a sigh of relief, he pocketed his hands and took a deep breath, trying to work out on what he should do.

And then an idea came to him.

No, he couldn't do it. It was too gruesome.

He had to, though. He was responsible for all of this mess. If he hadn't levitated the fat lug, he wouldn't be stuck in the first place.

He has to do it.

Turning around Kingston pointed at Sheldon. "You, come here." He demanded, his eyes dead serious. "I want you to cast the levitation charm as SOON as he gets out, understood?" Kingston asked, not even considering telling the boys what he was thinking.

Shel shrugged. "Walk out? Climb out of the window, you mean," he said. "Because that fat ogre - sorry, Lord Borr - is stuck in there." He pointed to the doorway, rolling his eyes.

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Originally Posted by Meh Gizzeh'nator (Post 6810030) "Right, he's not going to sleep forever," he sighed, pulling away from Will and standing closer to Lord Borr. "And I suggest I don't go in front as you can see I'm all skin and bones," he pointed at his skinny body. "I suggest the people who should go in front are people who have muscles. Anyone here plays Qudditch? Surely gentlemen at least two of you play Qudditch."

Shel raised an eyebrow. Was Kingston trying to get out of this all?

"Well, I play Quidditch," he said, after a moment's thought. "But if I get into trouble for this, Kingston, I assure you you're dead meat." He grinned as he spoke, to show he was joking.

That didn't mean Kingston was safe if he got into a scrap, of course. Hehehe.

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"Sheldon it is. I dislike nicknames," he muttered, taking one step away from Borr.

"I insist on Shel," Shel said. "Everyone calls me that. But you can go with Sheldon, if you like. Only my mother and aunt call me that, though, and I'm going to picture my aunt every time you say Sheldon. Did I mention she's six feet two, with no hair?"

Then he added cheerfully, "Oh, and Lord Borr calls me Sheldon, too. So that's two pictures coming to my mind every time you address me, now. An aunt with no hair, and a fatso with no sense of anything."

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Turning around Kingston pointed at Sheldon. "You, come here." He demanded, his eyes dead serious. "I want you to cast the levitation charm as SOON as he gets out, understood?" Kingston asked, not even considering telling the boys what he was thinking.

Shel took a step back, on impulse.

"Tell me," was all he said. He wasn't going to do it unless Kingston told him what he was planning, and that was final!

"Sheldon." Kingston insisted with a fake smile. He didn't care what the boy thought of him if called him by that name. All he cared about was the boy replying to him once he called him by that name.

"Would you just bloody do it?!" He swore, taking his position behind Borr exactly. "I guarantee you that if Borr wakes up I will take the blame. So just do it, alright?!"

"Aunts and Borrs and now you," Shel muttered. He folded his arms across his chest, and gave Kingston a half amused, half exasperated look.

"And you think he'll let you?" he asked, one eyebrow raised. "More probable that he'll kill me, and believe his leading laddie was innocent and all." He stood there, thoughtful and fully disbelieving of Kingston's words, until he felt a twinge of pity. Not for Kingston, silly, for the others. Stuck in there, with no fault of their own, breathing in the delicious scents.

Do it, Ambrose. What could it cost you?

Oh nothing. Just 4849894940940904712619 points, maybe?

He looked at Kingston again, and then nodded, all of a sudden. "Alright," he said, decision in his tones. "I'll do it." God, what was he thinking? He couldn't be saying this. "I'll do it as long as you take all the blame, and keep me and Gryffindor out of it."

That did not look too possible, though. Sheldon Ambrose knew he was taking a huge risk here, but there seemed nothing else to do. He half wished he had opted for the easiest way, and taken a hike out of the window.

Lord Borr was still very busy and important, it seemed. Busy making his usual noises, and important because he was choking them all to death with the pretty, pretty scents. Urgh.

"No don't wake him," Antwone decided. "Let's get our own books out and teach one another. If he wakes up we'll go back to learning how to clean our ears but if stays asleep perhaps we could have a proper lesson.

"You should have said that earlier," Shel said, his tones good-natured. "Kingston here has decided he needs to set things right, being Leading Laddie and all. As long as Lord Borr doesn't bite and explode, I'll let Kingston do it."

As if he had much of a choice. What if the ogre did explode, after all? Yes, that was the question. They were not taking many precautions, you know.

Then he added, a little reflectively, "You know, testing each other isn't such a bad idea, after all. But you see," he motioned towards the fat man stuck in the doorway. "I wouldn't be able to study at all with that noise and smell." He just wished he could plop down on a sofa in the Gryffindor common room, and bury himself in a nice, warm book.

Stupid Borr. Stupid, fat Borr. Darnhim!

"Didn't I say that already?" Kingston asked, raising his brow as he took a few steps back. Looking back at Borr's butt, he shook his head. Dear God, why was he doing this?

For the sake of the schools.

For the sake of Lindsey.

Lindsey...

Shaking his head, he looked back at Sheldon and tried his best to smile. "I'm ready if you are, my dear boy." Kingston took his position, ready to proceed with his plan.

If Kingston had been Nikolai instead, he would've jumped the boy in an instant. But instead he held his breath and glared at him.

"Get your bloody wand ready, you twit." Kingston told him, getting impatient by the second. With a deep breath, he looked back at Borr and started to pray.

here goes

Lifting his leg up, Kingston gave the best kick he could ever manage. Of course he was going to fall on his back once he gave the kick seeing as he didn't have much strength to hold himself up.

As he fell on his back, Kingston stayed there for a few moments. He knew something deadly had happened, because when he kicked the man a horrible sound emerged with a gush of wind, making his fall even harder. He almost flew if he'd thought of it really.

But he was certain the man was out since he had heard a POP once his head hit the ground.

Merlins was he achy.

Jose wondered what everyone else was on about.

Cale blinked as Shel had successful suspended Borr in mid-air. "Well, let's do something instead of letting him floating there all day!" he snapped. This whole situation was frustrating. Kingston could lose Shel a whole lot of points for a mess he created. Not to mention Cale had a pounded headache from all the arguing that had occurred before the incident.

Oh, and his pants were still all wet.

"I think he would notice he moved" replied Jose.

Kingston groaned his reply to Sheldon as he tried to sit up. Bad idea. His head ached as though a building had fallen on his it. Taking a deep breath, he tried his best to stand up. Seeing as he was really helpless, he looked at some young Slytherin and squinted. "A little help please?" He croaked, a hand rubbing his head.

He didn't care who helped him up. He just needed someone to do so. Once he was up, he pulled away from the younger boy and swayed a bit on his feet. "No, no. I'll be alright." He reassured him with a small smile.

Shutting his eyes as his hand rubbed a spot where it had ached him most, he let out a shuddered breath. "Yes, of course, do something about this." Kingston murmured, opening his eyes and looking at the floating Borr. "I'll take him back to the lounge."

Jose fell to the floor he felt a bit faint and sick about what was going on. he sat there for a few minutes before slowly making his way back up. He looked around hoping noone had noticed.

Kingston decided enough was enough. He was going to take Borr out of here as soon as possible. No need to make this a big deal anymore. With a rub to his head, he looked at the Slytherin and gave a dry chuckle. "A very big bump." Kingston muttered darkly. He then looked at the Ravenclaw and shook his head. Bad idea. "I really don't think I need the Hospital Wing. It's just a bump."

With a deep sigh, he took his wand and pointed it at Borr. "I'll take it from here, Sheldon." Kingston murmured, casting the charm on Borr.

Looking back at the boys, he gave them a small smile. "This thing would be good if it stayed only between us, gentlemen. Good day to you." And with that Kingston walked out of the room with the floating balloon over his head.