FInn sighed but decided to play a little man's game.

"Sir, ELF
Elementary
Little
Foot."

Will was startled as Borr's bulk nearly tipped over his chair as he went by. That must be how it'd feel to nearly be hit by the Knight Bus. he thought. Whew. That was close. He listened to Borr and wrote down his acronym suggestions, then rose his hand to share them.

"ELF:Enthusiastic Little Folk or Eagerly Laboring Flunky." He really liked house elves, though he knew that culturally speaking, you weren't really supposed to interact with them too much.

"LOWLY. FILTHY. These are your words! Not mine! And YET," Lord Borr was spitting up a storm, "yet you all seem to be confused as to who is better! YOU ARE BETTER THAN A HOUSE ELF!! You are MEN! Or might one day be a MAN! You will be if you stick with me!"


"I want everyone to repeat after me!"


"I am a man! I am better than an elf! I am a man! I am better than an ELF!"


"Anyone that doesn't chant this with me will be made to sit in the BABY BOWL again! Or we'll put a real diaper on you!!"


"I am a man! I am better than an elf! I am a man! I am better than an ELF!" Lord Borr began to march around the room, chanting and getting louder as he went.

"I am a man! I am better than an elf! I am a man! I am better than an ELF!" chanted Barry over and over again with Lord Borr. This was just to hard he didn`t think that at heart but he said it anyway.

As much as he quite liked the idea of sitting in one of those bowls again - Clifford decided to go along with Lord Ogre and his chanting. He might like the bowl, but he sure didn't fancy putting on a diaper! Groosss.

"I am a man!! I am better than an elf! I am a MAN! I am better than an ELF!" He chanted, slamming a fist enthusiastically on the desk.

Will shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He was conflicted... He didn't want to disobey a professor, as he'd been taught to be respectful. However, his pop also always told him to be true to himself and that a real man could be judged not by how he treats those above him, nor how he treats his equals, but by how he treats those in positions below him. And this chant, well... It felt like propaganda, Ministry brainwashing, and Will just didn't like it one bit.

"I am. A man I am better than. An elf." Nicholai was not entirely convinced, "I am a man. I am. Better than an elf?" The slight changes in the sentence were only obvious if one was listening very carefully; and certainly were drowned out by the volume Lord Borr was chanting at.

Nico raised his eyebrow at Will and repeated, "I am," he nodded to himself. "A man I am better than," he looked at Lord Borr, "An elf." Nico held back a smirk as he continued to chant.

"I am. A man I am better than. An elf."

Kingston stared at Borr, not beliving what he has done now. He wanted them to chant? How odd. This didn't seem right at all. Chanting. It sounded horrible.

"I am a man. I am better than an elf." He said at first, not interesed one bit. Frowning at how alll the boys seemed excited about this, Kingston gave a weary sigh and looked over Will.

"I am a man! I am better than a ruddy elf!" Kingston said out loud, his eyes still on Will. This was completely idiotic. It was as though they were some apes saying "Me man. Me good. Me better. Me best. Me rule world." How barbaric.


His eyes moved back to Borr and he tried his best to smile at the man's... err... accomplishment.

Liam was a man. He WAS better than an elf. But that didn't mean he wanted to go around chanting about the fact. That sort of behaviour was frowned upon... unless, of course, you happened to be Lord Borr. He glanced over at Clifford who seemed to be getting rather excited about the realisation that he was, in fact, a man.

However, the thought of being forced to wear a nappy was enough to force any grown man to join in this ridiculous chanting.

“I am a man. I am better than an elf.... I am a Man. I am better than an elf.” he joined in half heartedly.

What? Chant something ridiculous. He looked at Borr. He didn't like this idea at all. He looked over at Will and Kingston. He frowned. Billium wasn't and Kingston was. What a surprise. Leading Lady doing everything Borr said.

Barry continued chanting not convinced at all he would go and see the elves later

Finn was absolutely horrified by this terrible display. But, not having any particular desire to march about in wet trousers, he began to repeat the moronic phrase.

"I am a man! I am better than an elf."

Chanting now? Miles knew that Borr hated elves, but really? He didn't want to sound like a cheerleader.
But Borr's elf hating cheerleaders. But still, if this boosted up Slytherin's points, then he was all for it.

"I am a man, I am better than and elf." He said in his normal voice, he'd be more enthusiastic if it was something funner to say, like 'Slytherin Rawwwk'.

Will smirked at Nicholai. Very clever... Very Slytherin. He thought a moment, then took up Nico's cadence. "I Am. A man I am better than." He glanced at Borr. He glanced at the elf and gave a slight smile and nod. "An elf." He began repeating the sentences with only the vague pauses in the sentences- over the din of eager students chanting, it wasn't likely to get too much attention... and Will was a lot more comfortable with the message.

James was upset. Borrable was the low-life here...elves rule! "I am a man...I am better than a shelf! I am a man! I am better than an...SHELF!" he said, a bit softly. It was true...

Ugh, Borr had actually spat on him. Sebastian wiped his face off, wondering wether elves or men spat at students. He closed his eyes, sometimes it may be better being a elf... Then you didn't have to be spat at by fat old... Boars, deal with girl problems... The like.
"I am a.." He was about to say boy, well, he was only thirteen. "Man, better than a elf." Wooh, that got that over and down with.

Nicholai grinned back at Will and continued chanting their own, Slytherin and non-elf-hating chant; the nuances still being absorbed in the collective chanting of the other students.

"I am. A man I am better than. An elf!"


...priceless.

...And no risk of elfy revenge.

Hearing other boys change the way the phrase was spoken, Finn smiled. quite clever they are. He took up the phrasing and began to join in. I am. A man I am better than. An elf.

When maddox realized the phrasing that Nico, Will, and Finn were using, he smirked and started repeating the chant with the same pauses as them. "I am. A man I am better than. An Elf." it was so clever. But then again Nico did have his moments.

Curt pressed his lips together tightly as Borr told them to chant that ridiculous phrase. He refused to defy the many, Prefects wouldn't do such things: no matter how bad the situation seemed. Curt looked up to Borr, refusing to look down to the poor elf and repeated him.

"I am a man! I am better than an elf!" Curt said with a faked confident air, looking into the big face of Lord Borr.

Dimitri stared at the old toad with wide eyes, sit on the baby bowl?! Not even in one hundred years! Hence he swallowed all of his pride, with some difficulty since he has a rather big amount of it.
God this was so ridiculous! “I am a man! I am better than an elf! I am a man! I am better than an ELF!" The red haired boy muttered embarrassed, since it sounded like something he had actually said as a child.

Lord Borr was directing the chanting with his cane, waving it around like a baton. "MEN MEN MEN MEN!" Lord Borr yelled. "You men have wore me out. Get out of here. Do some homework!" Lord Borr was glaring at Potter, who he noticed was not chanting.

• Find the culprit who TRASHED my office!
• Make and distribute "Wanted" posters!
• List 10 ways in which you, as a man, are better than an elf!

"Go on, men, get out of here. You have WORK TO DO! MAKE ME PROUD!!!"



"Oh, and William, Kingston - I believe you two owe me some extra work."

Barry left quickly and quitley shooting Borrs boys a smile.

How in Borr's name were they meant to find the culprit? Sebastian picked up his un-needed History Of Magic book. Suppose it was stupid even bringing it, although it had been in the hope that they might be doing something educational. He resisted the urge to salute the big man again, and left the class room, feeling like... Well, a melf.

Will looked to Kingston and then turned to Lord Borr. Hoo boy. Here we go. "Yes sir." He waited until he was sure the other students were out of the room or at least out of earshot. "Actually, professor, I have something I'd like to talk to you about as it concerns this 'other work', but it's of a sensitive nature... By any chance could we confer in your lounge?"