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Ah, but he had to do something, at least. "Wait, Kingston," he said quickly. He raised his wand, tip pointed at Borr. A jet of translucent light issued from its tip, and he breathed a sigh of relief as it vanished, moments later, grateful that nothing had gone wrong. "Bewitched sleep charm," he told Kingston. "That's to make sure the ogre - sorry, Borr. Err, Lord Borr - stays asleep. And I'm coming with you, mister, before you get us all three feet deeper into chaos. You've caused enough trouble for one day." And enough noise and smell, too. - As far as he was concerned, this was all Kingston's fault. All of it. |
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He had to leave, now, to see that Borr landed in his darling lounge, safe and sound - and unexploded, too, Shel hoped. Kingston was outside, and now Shel was outside - never to return to this place, hopefully. The big blob - their fat excuse for a History of Magic Professor - floated a few steps ahead of the Leading Laddie, and the person following the Leading Laddie was anything but pleased. Extremely disgruntled, to be very brief. Stupid mess of a class. Inwardly, Shel sighed. |
For a few moments, Sebastian could do nothing... But stare. It was a tad hard not to, well, if you were truly honest with yourself. Hmm, wonder if the cookies are still about. He rolled his eyes at himself. How silly. Thinking of cookies at a time like this. Pfft |
Of course, he had escaped. Or meant to. From Borr's lounge Shel had made his quick way towards his common room but, as the place he was so fond of had approached, its gold and scarlet decorations looming into his imagination, Shel had realized he could get into trouble for this. What if Borr returned? He would not be in the classroom, and Borr might throw a fit. Urgh. He did not want this mess to grow bigger, messier and waaay wore. And so he half tiptoed back, peeking into the classroom to see if the coast was clear before letting his legs carry him inside it. Yuppp. Coast clear. No Borr. A combination of brain and eye powers combined gave him the all-clear green light, and Shel made his firm but still quick way back into their now-Borr empty History of Magic classroom. "Er.." he said, looking around, and hoping no one would notice him. "Hello again, gentlemen." Yes, that seemed right. Pretend you were fine, and everyone would be fine with it. He nodded to everyone and, with unhurried steps, found himself an empty seat next to Cale. Leaning back in it, he flipped open his History of Magic textbook - he had forgotten his school bag earlier here, and was quite glad to be reunited with it again - and pretended to read. Hopefully, they would all leave him alone, and ask no uncomfortable questions. Especially Borr - If he returned, that is. |
Sebastian blinked a few times at the older Gryffindor boy. Trying to work out what on earth just went on. Oh well. He shrugged and echoed the boy's actions of opening his History Of Magic book, trying to make heads or tails out of... Anything. In the end he had to ask. He stood and walked over to the Gryffindor. "Uhum... Excuse me... You really don't have to answer if you don't want to... But... What just happened to Lord Borr?" |
Too bad, too late, Ambrose. Shel sighed, throwing up his hands like a forlorn prisoner of fate as he realized that he was not going to be left alone. Well, he guessed it was natural, considering he had let Kingston kick the ogre out of the doorway while he, Shel, levitated the fat creature that was their Professor and, a while later, performed a Bewitched Sleep Charm on him. - A Bewitched Sleep Charm that hadn't worked too well. Sorry, Leading Laddie. "It's okay," he told Sebastian, nodding politely at the Hufflepuff. It's okay, and I'm a flobberworm - or a relative of one, at the very least. "The ogre - err, Lord Borr - was taken to his lounge by Kingston." His oh-so-amazing, invite-only lounge that, frankly, STINKS. "He woke up," he added, gulping. Ah well. Every ogre has its day. "And, well, he didn't seem too pleased," Shel concluded, smiling as if it was the most natural thing in the world for a fat Professor who taught cleanliness for a History of Magic lesson to end up waking in a lounge after sleeping, stuck, in a doorway. "He shouted out our homework, though, and I expect he's busy - uhh - interrogating Kingston at the moment." Interrogation? That was putting it mildly, Shel was sure. Stupid, new school. |
Sebastian swallowed. Perhaps a tad too hard. He was so glad he wasn't Kingston at that very moment in time. That would be... Well, one of his nine infernals. "Well... Uh... I guess the bright side is that we've got..." Uhum... what was the bright side again? Sebastian looked down, feeling foolish, and a bit ashamed of the whole school system thingy. He nodded back at the Gryffindor, "Thanks anyway." Then returned to his seat. It was going to be a long.... Just long. |
And Shel laughed out. In the middle of the classroom, with an upside-down History of Magic textbook falling into his lap at a very odd angle, Shel laughed out loud. This guy was actually funny! "The bright side is that we aren't all sitting in bowl of waters, pants wet," he said, a warm, mischievous smile playing around his lips. "And you're most welcome. I'm Sheldon Ambrose, by the way. Shel." |
If feeling a tad nervous/awkward when the boy had laughed, Sebastian felt a little more so when he introduced himself. Why? "Oh, uhum, I'm Sebastian Milan." He said with a lopsided grin. Yeah, okay, so they weren't sitting in bowls full of water anymore. That was the bright side. He grinned slightly, the tension dashing itself away. |
Shel nodded. "Seb," he said, firmly but affably. "For me, that is. Unless you prefer being called Astian." Yes, they could go with Astian, too, even though Seb so much better. Nice and short and sweet, just the way Shel liked nicknames to be. He noticed the History of Magic textbook that had fallen into his laps, several moments ago, and picked it up. Upside-down, eh? Humphhh. He re-placed it on the desk in front of him, flipping open to some chapter unknown. Who cared what it really said, anyway? |
Barry heard Shel "He shouted our homework what was it Shel" |
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"Twenty reasons why hand cleanliness is important," he told Barry, very dryly. |
Finn looked over at Shel and wondered what he was up to after this class. |
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"What are you lumps of coal still DOING in here?!?!" Lord Borr threw open his door and came through like rolling thunder. "Shouldn't you all BE someplace? DOING HOMEWORK? LAZY! I will not tolerate lazy! GO GET BUSY! Go and do your assigned homework right now!" |
"Yes Lord" said Barry he bowed picked up at his things smilled at Shel and walked out. |
James was startled with a daze. Better leave now...yes, yes... |
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