Will smiled at Kingston, and then back at Lord Borr. "Actually- as your first in command, perhaps you'd like to speak with Kingston first. I'll happily wait, sir, until you and he have conferred." He bowed again slightly. "That is, of course, presuming you'll honor me with a private audience at all. I know you're Very Busy and Important... But I would surely appreciate it."

Cale clipped his fingernails moodily from his bowl. Once he had trimmed them as far as he could, he rose from the bowl and quickly grabbed a cookie, hurrying back to his bowl before the water dripped from his behind down the whole leg of his trousers. He nibbled on the cookie, only because everyone around him was farting, and he didn't want to end up like them. That was gross.

After cleaning and scrubbing his hands for the third time that day, Nico approached the Professor and the cookies he had heard so much about.
"Thank you, Sir." Nico took a cookie, "Would I be able to keep it for later?"

Hitachi ran his hands through his hair and sighed, "Professor, may I ask what this has to do with History of Magic?"

Nico smirked, "you know you will need to wash your hands again after playing with your hair." He turned and walked back to his seat and added under his breath; " We don't need another Iggy; just take it like a man and stew silently would you?"

Shel noticed that Cale, too, had played it safe and only nibbled at the cookie like he had. His mouth still felt quite unhappy from the single, half bite of sorts he had taken, but he made sure his countenance did not reveal this.

And the room was noisy, now. Very noisy. Shel grimaced, to himself

Remus could not trim another cm from his nails so he made sure the work area was neat, then rose to get the cookie. He returned to his seat and as he sat down he placed his hankerchief in his lap. He then proceeded to appear to nibble on the cookie, but in reality he only brought the cookie to his mouth but did not eat any of it. After that he brought the cookie down to the edge of the table and using his other hand, which he was keeping in his lap, he would break a tiny piece off and place it in hankerchief. His plan was to wrap the crumbs in the cloth, then throw it away after class.

M'kay... Neat nails.

Sebastian started to clip at his untidy ones, in a very good attempt to get them looking up to standard. He ran the nail clipper along the tips, hoping that they looked a bit cleaner and more... Sophisticated than they did already.

It may be harder than he thought.

Lord Borr's tummy rumbled. He gave a cheerful chuckle and it almost covered up the monstrous toad-like sound that came from the back of his pants. He was still chuckling at all the - noises - the boys were making, too. No, it wasn't polite, but was 'ok' if not acknowledged.

Lord Borr took a seat (and a noise that made a whoopie cusion sound mild came out) with the basket on his lap, stuffing a cookie into his mouth on the minute, every minute. "I can grant you both a meeting in the lounge after class. We have much to discuss anyway. I expect progress reports from both you, Misters Wendleworth and Jones."


Lord Borr's nose was wrinkled at the smell, the stench, the odor of his classroom. "Someone open a window! Merlin, help us. This room smells like..." Well, what it smelled like was not a proper subject to speak about out loud.


He gave a long yawn and since his class was being so well behaved, and the room was warm, Lord Borr's head fell on his quadruple chin and he took a catnap. Being so very busy and so very important all the time really takes it out of a man. Loud, long, slightly damp sounds escaped him periodically - and they weren't snores.

Nicholai pulled out his wand in relief and pointed at the windows, muttering a simple opening charm.

The windows opened and he strode to the nearest one and leaned out; breathing deeply. With one hand he rubbed the seat of his pants; and smirked to find they were not wet and the wet weather charm on his clothing had seemed to work well for bowl sitting also.

"Oh sweet air, how I missed you." He muttered, glancing behind him with amusement as he realised 'very busy and important' was taking a nap.

Jose opened a window and then saw the Lord Borr was asleep at his desk. He wondered were've this was the end of class or not and should he wake the lord or not he just stayed where he was.

Ohmigosh, Cale was going to die. The room smelled horrible! Opening the window hardly helped the situation at all, so he casually covered his mouth and his nose with his hand. He left it there only a few seconds and cherished the sweet break from the rancid air. But only a few seconds. He didn't want to make it obvious what he was doing. Taking a deep breath and released his hand.

Ohmigosh. Seriously. He was going to die.

Ray watched the professor eyes open. Okay now that's weird he thought as he looked at the professor as if it was the first time he sees one. What now is it the end of the class?

Kingston stared at the man in horror as a loud noise came out of him. Thank the heavens he put up a spell for both him and Will! Or by now they'd be buried beneath the ground in caskets while tulips were being lied on their graves.

The blond couldn't help but take a step back once another sound came from the man. Dear heaven. With a smile, he gave the older man a nod. "Of course, Sir. I'll be there." He assured him, eying Will, wondering what the man needed with BOTH boys.

Kingston never thought anything could shock him more than a sleeping Borr. Gulping, he took out his wand and pointed it at the fat lug. Muttering a spell under his breath, he turned his back onto Borr. Good. Now the lug won't listen to all of the commotion that was going on.

"Alright you lot!" Kingston spoke up, pocketing his wand. "Class is OVER. The fat lug, as you can see, is fast asleep. Now, listen closely because I am only going to say this ONCE. Do you hear me?"

"Your homework is going to be..." he paused, thinking about what he should give them. "Your homework is going to be about the importance of clean hands. Write about it and for God's sake make it good!" With that, he turned his back on the boys and stared at Borr.

Rubbing his brow, he sighed and took out his wand once more. Pointing at Borr, he cleared his throat. "Wingardium Leviosa" And in an instant, the fat lug was floating in the air as though he was a hot air balloon. Looking back at the boys with a wicked grin, he said. "Next time I suggest you boys POCKET your cookies instead of eating them."

And then with that, Kingston walked towards the door, ready to exit. Once he stepped out of the door, he couldn't help but hear a CRACK. Looking up, his eyes widened with horror. The fat lug was stuck! Oh merlins!

"My god," he whispered, taking a step back into class. "My oh my. I do think we have a problem." Kingston spoke, looking back at the boys and then back at the Borr's butt since it was sticking out from the door.

Nico raised an eyebrow.

"Actually: it looks like you have a problem." And something dawned on him, "And now you have that...that thing pointed right at us."

"And that is why I said we have a problem" Kingston gulped, taking a step back as he was afraid that Lord Borr would explode in his face.

"I think we may have to push him, Lads." He told them, with another gulp.

"Well where is the problem?" Ray asked. "I mean just use a spell to make the door larger... It's not that hard"

"I'll help you," Nico gestured to his nose, "If you help me."

This was definately the most amusing and stinkiest class he'd ever been in, and Clifford almost died of laughter at the sounds escaping Lord Ogre.

It. was. HILARIOUS!

But painful too. The stench was begining to sting his eyes, and he was glad when Kingston decided to remove Mr. Farty Pants.

Well, tried removing him anyway.

"Push?" Clifford blinked, getting to his feet, the bowl he'd been sitting on still stuck to his backside. That was good. He was sure he'd blown a hole in his trousers. "No way! That thing is capable of blowing your head clean off." He shuddered and nodded at the gigantic bottom pointing straight at them.

He was all for hiding under a desk himself.

Turning towards the Slytherin, Kingston pulled out his wand and pointed it as his nose. Muttering the charm he placed on Will and himself, the slytherin's nose was now sealed from the horrid smell.

As he turned ot face the Hufflepuff, he frowned. "Well, of course I thought of that. But that would be..." He paused, looking at the door. "I don't know. I think it would be wrong to move him like that. The door would be at risk."


Hearing another Slytherin, Kingston turned to face the boy. With a sigh, he placed both hands on his hips. "Come on you lot! You have to help me get him out! The sooner we do so, you all will be breathing FRESH air. Are you following with what I'm saying? FRESH AIR."

"Well we must try... I have read also about a spell that can make stuck object get releashed. But we aren't talking about an object here are we?" Ray said. "Well I guess we can all push but the best idea still remains that we enlarge the door."

“And if you missed, then that would get even larger.” Nico eyed the very busy and important backside nervously.

Nicholai snorted.

“Good look for you, that.” He pointed his wand at the boy’s bowl, shattering it then using Tergeo to siphon the water away. “ And look your pants are intact, Don’t say I’m not loyal to my house.” He smirked and turned to Kingston.



"Excellent." Nico breathed in satisfaction before striding over to join Kingston at the door, "Well he got in here in the first place so I vote we pull him back in; then rearrange him a bit to get him out again."

One second the bowl was there, the next it was gone. Clifford peered over his shoulder at the boy's words and nervously felt the seat of his trousers. Right. Good. Noone would see his Quaffle decorated underwear.

But he liiiiiiked that bowl. Sigh.

"Yeah, thanks for that." He nodded at his fellow Slytherin before eyeing the gigantic bottom still looming dangerously over them where it was wedged in the door.

They were trapped. Trapped by a huge butt. How nice.

"And here he was, telling us about how important cleanliness was! If I touch that thing I'm gonna have to disinfect my hands. Twenty times!"

"Oh, nice going Kingston," Cale said with a playful grin at the older boy. "Just joking, of course," he added, remembering the tendancy Kingston had to get a bit touchy. "I suggest we do what he said," he added, pointing at the Slytherin. "Pull him out, rearrange him and try again."

"True, but we don't have to touch him." Nico pulled out his wand and twirled it baton-like in illustration.



Nicholai nodded, arms folded across his chest.
"How long is he likely to stay asleep like that? If he wakes up..."
Nico glanced at the others, "Well I don't like our chances. Though on the bright side If there is say, one from each house and we lose points it doesn't really change anything except to make the air healthy."