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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

"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!"

Kingston's eyes slightly widened at what Borr had asked them to do. Well, here goes, he gloomily thought as he slowly sat down on the bowl, wetting his pants. Since none of the other boys were doing this, he thought about leading them... Trying to be a role model? "Oh merlins," he whispered, shutting his eyes in disgust.

He just had to do this, hadn't he?

Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes and looked at Borr. He hoped the man would give him points for sitting down on this ruddy thing. He hadn't lied. But he had a feeling he had to do it to prove himself once more.

Antwone's eyes widen in amazement. He had expected that they'd learn how to wash there hands in warm water but this ... this was too much. He wanted to obey, to seem as though he was agreeable but there were certain lines that one did not cross. He looked around bewildered. One student was already within his tub, enjoying himself somehow. Why did they all have to sit in the warm bowl of water when only few lied? The young wizard did not know what to do. He was torn between self-pride and obedience and he knew he was taking too much time standing there dumbfounded. It's okay, this is nothing. You're a wizard, dry it off after class.

Yes, that's all he had to do. Suck up his selfish dignity and sit. He had been through much more terrible things in his past. Only a few more days, he thought to himself. He could feel a presence within him, trying to get out with his rising anger. He knew it was calling to him, knew that it was almost time for it to make its appearance again. Control, Antwone. Remember, control. The fourth year took a deep breath, closed his eyes and sat in the water, letting its warm temperature overtake him. Squinting his eyes, he thought of how much he hated the fat blob that was standing before him, too massive to even bend down in his own bowl if he tried.

Jose sat in the bowl of water but made a metal note to see the head about him.

Flynn put the bowl of water on the floor. He had mistakenly thought that this was because they were moving on from cleanliness to something else - maybe something a little more important and relevant? But how wrong was Flynn.

When Lord Borr asked them to sit on the bowls, the first worry was not that his cool pink pygmy puff boxers were going to get wet, but that he wasn't sure he would be able to get OUT of the bowl afterwards. Then the threat of fifty points came and Flynn knew he HAD to do it. After all, it wasn't humiliating if everyone was doing it? It was, therefore the common norm.

However, just as he had feared, Flynn tried to get out of the bowl and couldn't. With much struggle and wriggling and no help from his ruddy classmates, he toppled forward pouring water ALL over the floor and he screamed in fright as he saw his plastic bowl make way for Lord Borr. As you could imagine, time appeared to stop and profanities were running through Flynn's head like a dog in heat. He hoped to Merlin the bowl would just MISS Borr. "Please," he pleaded to no one in particular.

Wet his pants? What. the HAIL? Will's hand shot up. "Professor? I'm not refusing to sit --" Yet.he thought. "But I'd like a bit of clarification. First, you said you won't have weak, lyin' babies in your school. Then you said babies wet their pants. Seems to me that by that reckonin', if I sit down in that bowl yonder, I'm making myself into exactly what you don't want in your school. And I'd hate to disappoint you like that, sir."

Jason thinks Wet his pants-this man is crazy. He sits in the bowl to make sure Gryffindor does not lose 50 points. Jason will never go to this class again.

Well reasoned, Antwone thought as he got out of his bowl. His robes and pants wet.

Maddox's jaw dropped to the floor. He couldnt believe that this maniac was a teacher. But he didnt want to lose points. He reminded himself that he was a fifth year wizard and knew how to dry himself off. he couldnt believe he was about to do this.


Maddox took a deep breath and slowly sat down in the bowl. He couldnt believe he was doing this. He got so angry his face was turning red. He stood up and dryed himself. 'crazy manic coo coo bananas teacher.' He thought to himself as he cleaned up the water off the floor and put the bowl back onhis desk and sat down.

Jason got up. His face turned red. beet red.

WHAT?

Cale mouth fell open in shock. This was absolutely absurd! His nails were fine! What was the point of this lesson, that all men had dirty fingernails and if they didn't admit it, they were going to be punished? This was a load of rubbish! Groaning, he sat down in the bowl. This had to be the most embarrassing thing he had ever done in his whole life. Absolutely HORRIBLE!

He looked at Shel and rolled his eyes. This whole class was a joke. He was never attending Borr's class again. Never. Forget trying to get on his good side, too. Who cared if the Ministry liked Cale Newell or not? Certainly not him. If he kept up what he was doing--which was, biting his tongue and just doing what they told him to--he would be fine.

Iggy stared at Berty. He was not about the put his brand new trousers in a bowl of water. What if they shrank? They were rather expensive and he didn't want to risk the shrinkage.

He eyed the bowl on his desk and chuckled as he watched some of the boys around him dunking themselves in the bowl of warm water. This guy was crazy.

Ignatius continued to lounge on his chair. He dabbed his little finger in the water. It was still a bit too warm for his liking.

Lord Borr looked down as the water and the idiot fell towards him. Water splattered his immaculately clean and pressed pants. "TELL ME SON, tell me, TRULY - for you - is that difficult TO SIT IN A BOWL OF WATER? Is that TOO MUCH TO ASK OF YOU?"

Lord Borr splashed through the huge puddled on the floor, precariously wiggled this way and that, and loomed over the young idiot on the floor. "Put your thumb in your mouth and stay on the floor for the rest of this lesson. You act like a baby, you get TREATED like a baby!"

Then Lord Borr turned, slowly, his eyed narrowed to the one that spoke. His very own Boy Scout. "Do you dare to imply that you know more than me? JUST WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? You are a peasant in the presence of a KING! You have three seconds to get that rump in the water and learn your lesson before I come over there and TEACH YOU PERSONALLY!"


Lord Borr was spitting mad. "The rest of you - SIT. STAY seated! The rest of class will take place from your NEW seats! YOUR BABY seats!"



"Shall I take fifty now and fifty later?"

Kingston stared as all of the boys started to get up from their bowls. Not him. He wasn't going to stand up. No way. Not until Borr tells him to. He had this stabbing feeling that Borr will appreciate him more if he didn't stand up.

Oh how Kingston hoped so.

"I... I...," Flynn tried to explain not quite finding the words because he was truly terrified of what Borr might do to him. He heard rumours that he kept a cane in the cupboard and he could only thank Merlin that Borr only got splashed, "I am so sorry sir, I just have short legs." He pointed down towards them with a look of disgust at what his mother and father had genetically made.

Deciding to talk no further he sat on the, now wet floor, and shoved his thumb in his mouth. Now this was humiliating. He closed his eyes so he didn't have to look at the other boys in the class.

"Well Sir. My trousers are rather expensive and are dry clean only. I am waiting for the water to cool. I do not wish to have shrunken trousers. It would make one look rather ridiculous," Iggy smiled.

Jose sat down. He was very close to throwing the water all over Lord Borr.

Damnit. Will sighed inwardly. "Meant no disrespect, sir, of course. Just wanted to be sure I was understanding the lesson." Will smiled at him, carefully hiding his resentment at the man's attempt to debase him and his class. He eyed the bowl. Oh, it was a wee thang! But, whatever. The act was no big deal; it was what the man was trying to accomplish that was utterly abusive and bogus and Will was, in fact, infuriated. "My pop always says a man sometimes has to take one for the team. So I'm doin' this-- for Slytherin House." He muttered, and plopped himself into the bowl of water.

"Twenty-five points from Slytherin for Ignatius Potter thinking FAR FAR FAR too highly of himself." Lord Borr would win this contest and Mr. Potter would learn his place!

Lord Borr watched his Ex-Boy Scout with intense eyes. The ends of his mustache wiggled. "WELL? Are you boys going to single-handedly take away Slytherin's lead?"



Lord Borr was growing very tired of these disobedient fools. "Look at Kingston! Look at Sheldon! Barry and Liam! LOOK AT THEM! They're doing it, they're not tooo good, and I commend them. THEY are LEARNING. Bravo!"


"I would like for everyone to remain seated and use the provided nail clippers to trim your nails, please. Let's not make today a TOTAL waste!"

Antwone sat himself in a seat, finding it easier to obey this order than the previous. But what had any of this had to do with History? Certainly an arrogant wizard such as the professor would have basked in wizard's glory in history.

He took up a few Muggle clippers and started trimming his filthy nails, which he knew he would be doing well with getting rid of. We really should at least be using magic.

Will, from his place plopped in the bowl of water, smiled up at Borr. "Sir, I do apologize. Someone must have slipped elixir of insanity in my morning pumpkin juice. It won't happen again, sir. Thank you for the lesson."

Jose took the nail clippers and used them to trim his finger nails with.

"Too highly of myself? I think of myself the way I am meant to," Ignatius said. "Yes I see them. I see you belittling them. And making them behave like petulant children." He shook his head and sighed, "What are you going to do next? Make them jump through hoops like little monkies?" He clasped his hands together, "When I met you, I thought you were the most amazing man in the school. Someone with real class. But now I see what you are. You are using your status to make these boys beg and grovel to actually achieve something. They can achieve without having to sit in water and trying to suck up to you."

"I trimmed my nails this morning, thank you."

Kingston looked down at his own nails and frowned. They're already trimmed. Anymore trimming and he'd cut his skin. With a gulp, he raised his hand and gave a slight cough. "Sir, sorry to interrupt your lesson, but my nails are already trimmed. I'd trim them even more if that is what you wish for, Sir."

Will began to trim his nails as he continued to stew in the bowl of water. Of course you know, this means WAR. he thought, smiling up at Lord Borr.

"From someone I put into such a HIGH position - I'd HOPE not, William. You really ought to be QUITE ashamed of yourself. And then to let your - peer - openly disobey? How sad of a day you are having. Truly sad." Lord Borr almost looked like he pitied him, which only showed how un-manly Lord Borr found Will to be.

"Of course, Kingston. Or course. I should have known. Please, do me the favor of escorting Ignatius from my room. HE IS NO LONGER WELCOME TO BE TAUGHT BY ME. He is not worthy and is only taking away valuable lesson time from the rest of you. Escort him out, and then come back. No dawdling, son!"



With the rest of the class behaving so well, Lord Borr thought it best to treat them all. "Since the rest of you are behaving like gentlemen, I think a little reward is due!" From behind Lord Borr's desk, he pulled up a larger than life sized basket full of Miss Melita's special cookies. "When your nails are clean and trim, you may come up and get ONE COOKIE, and then return to your bowl."

Jose decided just to do his nails and stay were he was.

Kingston gave a nod to Borr and stood up, his pants dripping wet from the water it had sucked. With a deep breath to calm his nerves, he kept reminding himself about how this was worth something big. Something that will get Hogwarts back. Hopefully.

Walking towards Iggy, Kingston grabbed the boy by the arm and pulled him up. "Come on you," he muttered darkly, dragging the boy along with him towards the door. Once there, he pushed him out and then immediately shut the door.

Taking out his wand, Kingston pointed it at his pants and dried them up. He didn't want to catch a cold, of course. Walking back to his desk, he sat down and watched as some of the boys stood up and took a piece of cookie.

Maddox trimmed up his nails and made sure his hands were spotless. He was being offered food of course he was going to take it, even if he didnt like the teacher. Thats how some teachers were though. "How are they sir?" He asked hoping he could get a cookie. he was very hungry.

Flynn heard the word cookies and how they were allowed to take one. However, he remained on his wet floor with his eyes closed and thumb in his mouth. He had 'misbehaved' earlier, so he wasn't sure Lord Borr would grace him with such a reward and decided to keep his position.

He was being escorted from the lesson? How undignified. He removed his feet from the desk. And was suddenly pulled to his feet, by Kingston no less.

He grabbed his bag as he was pushed towards the door. "See you later Lord Borr. I still owe you a cane."

Then the door was slammed in his face. Oh well to the common room.

Will finished his nails and went to take a cookie, glancing at Iggy. He was sorry he hadn't followed his lead and refused, but honestly, there had to be better ways to retaliate against Lord Bore.

He went back to the bowl, holding the cookie. Thinking back, he remembered that these were the cookies that 'cleared out' Borr's pipes. Oh, no WAY am I eating this thing. he thought, praying the other students wouldn't either, just in case they were as affected by gas attacks as Borr had been. With so many students in the room... Oh, Merlin no-- the idea of it was too horrific to contemplate. Will bit his lip but a fit of giggles escaped him anyway as he imagined students running from the room, gasping for air, all of them with their trouser seats soaking wet. Oh, LAWD have MERCY!

"They are the best cookies EVER MADE," Lord Borr assured everyone. "Miss Melita has a TRUE gift. I TRUE gift for cooking. If she weren't the best little teacher in Potions, she should have made herself into a gourmet cook! Everyone! Eat one! I insist. Most of you have been SUCH good lads today! Lord Borr is proud of you!"

Jose wasn't sure this was another test but they did look good.No he thought to himself "sorry Lord Borr I can't I am keeping myself in shape"

The best cookies ever made? Oh, Merlin, no no no... Will started to giggle-- he just couldn't help it. Everyone was being commanded to eat one of Lord Farty's Famous cookies!!!Oh gawd! Oh heavens! It was PRECIOUS! And all of 'em, sittin' in little bowls... bowls of water... like... like... little teeny jacuzzi tubs, soon to be all a'bubblin' up with cookie-stank! Will struggled to restrain himself, doubling over with silent laughter at the thought, his shoulders shaking as he giggled like a darn fool.

"You would offend Miss Melita if you didn't at least try one of her cookies! I insist. Flynn? You think you can walk up here and get a cookie without falling? Crawl if you must, but you've been pretty good and may have a cookie."

"How are the nails coming?"

"I have told you Lord Borr I am on a special diet" replied Jose "I have some big events coming along and I need to stay in shape and the nails are coming along fine"

Kingston kept his mouth shut tightly when Borr offered the cookie. Well, he was not going to eat that for sure. First of all because he was a vegan and he wasn't sure about the continents. Second, he was SURE that those cookies caused gas. That murderous odor that he and Will had to bear in one of the meetings he had with Borr.

Walking up to Borr, Kingston took a cookie and gave him a warm smile. He then walked back and bent down to speak to Jose. "Take a cookie, you little bugger." He hissed. "Take it then throw it away. Trust me. Just do it."

Flynn cringed and opened one eye when he heard Borr pronounce his name. He looked around the room and saw most of the people were enjoying the cookies and Borr had said he too could have one. He stood up, water dripping from his butt, and held out the hand with a prune-like thumb, accepting one of the gorgeous smelling cookies. He quickly popped it into his mouth before returning to his floor and continued to suck his thumb.

Kingston's eyes widened once the noises began. Turning to face Will with a horrified look, he took out his wand and pointed it at the boy. Quickly, he muttered an enchantment that would block the smell from him. After being done, he did the same to himself.

"We're doomed," he muttered under his breath, looking at the boys in class.

SQUEEEEEEEEEL. That was the sound of a fart, pushing it's way out of Flynn. He tried desperately to clench and hold it in, but he just couldn't! He realised it was happening to others. Oh lordy! What was he going to do. It wasn't so bad for him since he no longer had no bowl of water, but the SMELL! It was awful! He wanted to flee, flee so badly.

Will began giggling harder, falling over on his side- his bowl stuck to his rump so luckily Lord Borr couldn't accuse him of being out of his bowl! He gasped for air, his face turning red with silent laughter as Kingston cast some sort of charm on him - possibly to block the smell as nothing seemed to have a scent or odor now. He nodded, wiping tears from his eyes as he righted himself. "thank y-yoooooou.... HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAA!" he gasped as a fresh spate of giggles was upon him thanks to Cliffie's little rhyme. Oh, the joys of pootin' pastries. Maybe Miss Melita used to bake for Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes...

Cliff's gas attack caused the water to leap from his bowl like a fountain... Which Will found even more hysterical. He giggled harder. "Surely... this IS... the finest m--m-mmoment... in our academ-dem-demic careers!" he laughed to Kingston and Clifford, glancing around the room at all the boys sitting in bowls noshing cookies and letting off, in a big group ...Why look, it's Lord Borr's Bum-Belch Band! Together again for the first time, live in concert! Give 'em a hand! Someone blasted off in the room again, causing Will to giggle harder. That works, too.... He shook a head apologetically at Barry-- "No...no... antidote that I know of. Sorry, chap..."

Antwone was a bit offended but was hungry all the same. We're being treated like two year olds. After cleaning his nails and trimming them to a proper size (for once he thought they looked passable), he got up to get one of the cookies and began eating into one of them. Perhaps it was a bad batch because the cookie he had just bitten into was rock solid.

Will looked at Kingston, only imagining the tragically methane smell in the air. "I... I think-- I... I owe you ... you may have saved my life..." he gasped in whispers to Kingston between giggles, wiping the tears from his eyes. "Just... nobody light a fire, or we're all dooooooomed."

Kingston gave a nod to the younger boy and watched as the boys kept farting and farting. Fart after fart, they were getting worse, he noticed. Louder and probably smellier. With a sigh, he leaned onto his desk and sadly shook his head.

"Sir," he called out, raking his hair. "May I have a word with you after class?"

Will raised an eyebrow. "What are you up to now?" he whispered furtively.

Kingston merely smirked at the boy's question. "You'll see," he whispered back, leaning away from the desk to walk up to Borr.

As soon as he reached the man's side, he gave a slight cough. "I would like to speak to you after class, my lord. The topic is of importance." He whispered so that only Borr would hear him. "If you don't mind that is, my lord."

Shel caught his friend's look, and shrugged in response. "Do it," he mouthed. "It's sort of good."

NOT. What the heck was he saying?

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Originally Posted by Very Busy and Important (Post 6803629) Lord Borr was growing very tired of these disobedient fools. "Look at Kingston! Look at Sheldon! Barry and Liam! LOOK AT THEM! They're doing it, they're not tooo good, and I commend them. THEY are LEARNING. Bravo!" "I would like for everyone to remain seated and use the provided nail clippers to trim your nails, please. Let's not make today a TOTAL waste!"

Oh no. Not his name in there. Shel was not even sure if he ought to be pleased. But, seeing how Slytherin was already twenty five points behind, he decided not to say that out loud.

"Thank you, sir," he said politely. "It's an honour, learning from you."

What a lie. What a BIG, FAT lie.

He picked up a nail clipper, trimming one of his nails. The rest were already trimmed, you see. He couldn't help wondering why he had forgotten trimming the left thumb. Odd. Shel placed the clipper back in position after he was done, wondering where else this class could go.

Nowhere crazier, right?

WRONG.

The cookies. Oh yes, the cookies. He rose, taking one. Go along with the flow, yes, that was it. They smelled of soap to him, for some reason. All the same, he took a bite.

Argghh.

"They're wonderful, sir," he managed to choke. He hoped Lord Borr didn't notice he was choking. "You truly have the best choice."

He was never coming back to this class. Period.

Will walked up to Borr. "Actually, your eminence, I'd like a word with you after class as well, if it pleases you. It's also quite important." He glanced at Kingston, wondering what he was up to.

Kingston shot a glare to Will. What was he doing?! Was he so insistent on know what he was going to tell Borr? Surely, the blonde could have a few moments with the man alone. With a cough, he looked back at Borr and grinned.

"I wouldn't mind you having Billium first, Sir. I'd prefer talking to you alone." He said, turning to Will on the last word as he emphasized on it.

Will smiled at Kingston. "That's generous of you, and I'd be open to that as long as I, too, could have a private audience with your lordship." He bowed to Lord Borr.

He couldn't help but smile back at the boy. Cheeky. "By all means, you go first Will. I shall wait once your lordship is finished with Dear Will here." Kingston then pulled away from the men wanting to go back to his seat. With a bow to both man and boy, he walked back to his desk and sat down, trying his best not send glares to the younger boy.