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Xander nodded his head, and looked down the table back at Brody. He could tell she was NOT happy about being around Reese. It was pretty intense, and for a half second he was glad he wasn't around them. Eeeep.
Bahahaha. Obsession with BunBunz? "Professor Morgan is hotter, honestly." Did he just say that out loud? "But still. I'm sure if we're rational about it, he won't eat us."
He laughed. "Are you kidding? Bunbury is definitely hotter." She was so pretty and her hair was so red. She also had great fashion sense. Which was always nice in a female.
"Oh man. He's going to ask why I made love potion. I dunno what to tell him." He imagined it in his head:
'Sir, I accidentally gave my best friend the love potion that I made for Professor Bunbury. Can you please make an antidote?'
The waving almost made the blood leave Miranda's arms...somehow. But she was oh so glad to see Emalyn again. "It was goooooooood, I ate swedish fish *wink* but it was disguistiiiing!" she still had to grin at that. "How was yours??"
As she waited for a reply, Miranda stuffed her mouth with chicken pieeeeeeee
Emalyn stifled a laugh. "Ooooh really? I think Swedish fish are good...but it depends on what we're actually talking about." Ema took a sip of pumpkin juice to go with her biscut and looked back up at Miranda. "So I take it you went to Sweden? My summer was...okay." Ema looked around, her heart skipping a few times. She wished she had just kept eating. She tried to find a different topic. Anywhere, anything.
"I like this juice. It's pumpkin juice." Ema murmured, taking another hurried swig.
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"You!" she accused, "You should be careful of who drinks whatever it is you like drinking" this was simply...not normal. Who on their right mind would do such a thing? Pumpkin juice is sacred! Just as butterbeer! She shook her head, while her eyes narrowed.
Actually, the one to blame would be Varius, for drinking out of someone else's cup, but the girl had a thing for blaming the wrong people.
Willie stared at her, his eyes wide. Was... Was she ACCUSING HIM?! His eyes turned into steel (Not real steal, but yeah) and glared at her, his nostrils flaring as if he were some majestic dragon (*snort*). He stood up, placing his hands on the table onto his drool pool and looking down at her.
"It was ME CUP. 'Eeee took it!" Willie justified, pointing at Varius's nose. "I ain't rethponsible for what 'e takes!"
Honestly, people did seem to enjoy blaming him.
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Yep. Definitely a mistake picking this table. Oh well, too late now. Arabelle watched the strange boy blink at her before he smiled. She hesitated for a few seconds before smiling back the tiniest bit. She was still unsure what she was doing here. But she figured that talking to someone, no matter how strange they may be, was better than talking to no one at all.
"A cupcake? The thought of a cupcake made you drool like that? You know, we are at a feast. Did you eat anything?" She looked around him for signs that he had.
Shrugging, she listened to him respond to another person's statement. Did he just say he put things in the pumpkin juice? Surely he was joking. She made a mental note not to drink anything at the Hufflepuff table, just in case.
He turned to the girl and smiled instantaneously. "Yeaaaaaaah. I like giant lookin' cupcaketh! They're... They be lookin' good, mith!" Willie told her, nodding. He once more imagined the cupcake, drool filling his mouth until some horrible, HORRIBLE stench filled his nostrils.
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So like the Slytherin table was officially getting a bit overcrowded and his mooncalf poo was telling him (yes, they shared brainwaves) to MOOOVEEE or else he'd die by an unfortunate stampede. He depended his life on the two buckets of poo that he carried straaaight towards the Hufflepuff table. That anti-odor charm was disappearing because once he took a great whiff, he could DEFINITELY smell it. SO LAIK WHY NOT STINK UP THE HUFFIE TABLE, EHH???
Perfect plan? Perfect plaaaannnn?! Spoiling their appetites... heeeheeehe. Being bored could do stuff to you.
"LA LA LA LAAAAaaaaa," he sang in a crooked tune, skipping to the Huffie table and swinging his buckets, which *cough* DID make some pooooo to splatter on the seats/people *cough* but eeeeeeee there were new HUFFIESSS. Who to talk to? WHO TO TALK SLASH ANNOY PEOPLE???
So many choices. But whatever, that poo was obviously gonna fill their noses anytime soon.
"CAAAAAM" Willie hollered, standing on his seat, showing his shoeless feet. They were now brown from how dirty they were. And now adding the flying poo to it which was now a little on his trousers and feet. Willie looked down, surprised that poo was on his feet.
Blink.
Blink. Blink.
Jumping off of the seat, he walked up to the Slytherin boy and stopped him. They had started to be friends last term after the flood when He, Cam and Cyrus rode on the broom together at once. It was a great ride, really. Except for Willie throwing up.
"Is tha' pooo in theereee?" Willie asked, looking down at the bucket. But before Cam could even really reply, Willie shoved both his sleeves up and then did the most horrible thing any human being could possibly do.
He shoved his forearms into the bucket and then pulled them out. They were covered in silver poo, dripping reaally. Willie smiled and then brought it up to his nose, taking a great sniff.
He laughed. "Are you kidding? Bunbury is definitely hotter." She was so pretty and her hair was so red. She also had great fashion sense. Which was always nice in a female.
"Oh man. He's going to ask why I made love potion. I dunno what to tell him." He imagined it in his head:
'Sir, I accidentally gave my best friend the love potion that I made for Professor Bunbury. Can you please make an antidote?'
Yeah, that will go over well.
For some reason Marcus, liked the Hufflepuff's they were a little bit crazy at times...well actually they were a lot crazy but he liked that. It reminded him of what he had been like as a teenager.
But there was also another reason why he had come to the Hufflepuff table. He stepped up behind Mr Torin Kane and placed a firm hand on the kid's shoulder. "Mr Kane, I would like a word with you please."
So many choices. But whatever, that poo was obviously gonna fill their noses anytime soon.
A rather unpleasant smell hit Xander's ears, as he turned around to look. Ugh, what was in that container? Ewwww. He scrunched his nose, then turned back to Torin.
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He laughed. "Are you kidding? Bunbury is definitely hotter." She was so pretty and her hair was so red. She also had great fashion sense. Which was always nice in a female.
"Oh man. He's going to ask why I made love potion. I dunno what to tell him." He imagined it in his head:
'Sir, I accidentally gave my best friend the love potion that I made for Professor Bunbury. Can you please make an antidote?'
Yeah, that will go over well.
"Morgan is a blonde," Xander said. "Blondes are hotter any day." Duh. Hence the reason he liked Sylvia. WAITWHAAAAT.
Xander thought for a minute before he opened his mouth again.
"We don't have to tell him that you made it," he said. "Just that it happened to get put into a food that she ate because it was mistaken for another ingredient. Your mom could be having problems with your dad, or something for all he knows."
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For some reason Marcus, liked the Hufflepuff's they were a little bit crazy at times...well actually they were a lot crazy but he liked that. It reminded him of what he had been like as a teenager.
But there was also another reason why he had come to the Hufflepuff table. He stepped up behind Mr Torin Kane and placed a firm hand on the kid's shoulder. "Mr Kane, I would like a word with you please."
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Originally Posted by Meh Reh
A rather unpleasant smell hit Xander's ears, as he turned around to look. Ugh, what was in that container? Ewwww. He scrunched his nose, then turned back to Torin.
"Morgan is a blonde," Xander said. "Blondes are hotter any day." Duh. Hence the reason he liked Sylvia. WAITWHAAAAT.
Xander thought for a minute before he opened his mouth again.
"We don't have to tell him that you made it," he said. "Just that it happened to get put into a food that she ate because it was mistaken for another ingredient. Your mom could be having problems with your dad, or something for all he knows."
"Good point. And you are wrong about blondes." He laughed and suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder.
Uh oh. Lawson.
"A word, Sir?" He gulped. Did he hear all that about the love potion?
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Originally Posted by dingDong
So like the Slytherin table was officially getting a bit overcrowded and his mooncalf poo was telling him (yes, they shared brainwaves) to MOOOVEEE or else he'd die by an unfortunate stampede. He depended his life on the two buckets of poo that he carried straaaight towards the Hufflepuff table. That anti-odor charm was disappearing because once he took a great whiff, he could DEFINITELY smell it. SO LAIK WHY NOT STINK UP THE HUFFIE TABLE, EHH???
Perfect plan? Perfect plaaaannnn?! Spoiling their appetites... heeeheeehe. Being bored could do stuff to you.
"LA LA LA LAAAAaaaaa," he sang in a crooked tune, skipping to the Huffie table and swinging his buckets, which *cough* DID make some pooooo to splatter on the seats/people *cough* but eeeeeeee there were new HUFFIESSS. Who to talk to? WHO TO TALK SLASH ANNOY PEOPLE???
So many choices. But whatever, that poo was obviously gonna fill their noses anytime soon.
Zach looked over at the psycho older kid throwing... poo around. Ewwww. He covered his nose just in time; he saw everyone else making faces like... well, like they smelled something bad. Hmm. He wondered if he could get in good with this kid somehow. Firstly because the whole being-pelted-with-poo thing? Not his favorite. Secondly, he needed friends, right? This had prospects.
Willie stared at her, his eyes wide. Was... Was she ACCUSING HIM?! His eyes turned into steel (Not real steal, but yeah) and glared at her, his nostrils flaring as if he were some majestic dragon (*snort*). He stood up, placing his hands on the table onto his drool pool and looking down at her.
"It was ME CUP. 'Eeee took it!" Willie justified, pointing at Varius's nose. "I ain't rethponsible for what 'e takes!"
Honestly, people did seem to enjoy blaming him.
He turned to the girl and smiled instantaneously. "Yeaaaaaaah. I like giant lookin' cupcaketh! They're... They be lookin' good, mith!" Willie told her, nodding. He once more imagined the cupcake, drool filling his mouth until some horrible, HORRIBLE stench filled his nostrils.
"CAAAAAM" Willie hollered, standing on his seat, showing his shoeless feet. They were now brown from how dirty they were. And now adding the flying poo to it which was now a little on his trousers and feet. Willie looked down, surprised that poo was on his feet.
Blink.
Blink. Blink.
Jumping off of the seat, he walked up to the Slytherin boy and stopped him. They had started to be friends last term after the flood when He, Cam and Cyrus rode on the broom together at once. It was a great ride, really. Except for Willie throwing up.
"Is tha' pooo in theereee?" Willie asked, looking down at the bucket. But before Cam could even really reply, Willie shoved both his sleeves up and then did the most horrible thing any human being could possibly do.
He shoved his forearms into the bucket and then pulled it out. They were covered in brown poo, dripping reaally. Willie smiled and then brought it up to his nose, taking a great sniff.
SNIIIIIIIIIIIIIFFFFFF.
SNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFFFF.
"Whatchu bringin' poo in thchool fur?"
Woah. Cue kid going from weird to angry in two seconds flat. Arabelle listened as he defended himself from something or other, placing his hands in the drool while doing it.
"You know, you're...Oh nevermind," her voice trailed off at the end, knowing the boy probably didn't hear her, nor would he care. It was interesting to watch him, really. This boy was definitely not boring. A little creepy, sure. But not boring.
She started a little when he turned back to her. "...Giant...cupcake..." Huh. She contemplated that thought a bit before a couple things happened at once. The boy hollered the name 'Cam' while a bad smell was starting to reach her. She saw the boy hop off his seat and head to another student. Cam, perhaps?
The student was carrying a bucket, filled with a silver goo that was causing the stink. Wait...that wasn't-
No. It couldn't be... Her eyes bugged out of her head as she saw the creepy boy plunge his hands into the bucket. They came out covered in, yes, poo. She watched him bring his hands up and take a big sniff. Oh wow.
Ew, ew,, ewwww.
Yep, she sure could pick 'em. She was never going to talk to a stranger again.
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"Good point. And you are wrong about blondes." He laughed and suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder.
Uh oh. Lawson.
"A word, Sir?" He gulped. Did he hear all that about the love potion?
He was so screwed.
Now why did the kid have a guilty look on his face? Marcus, merely shrugged and held out his hand to the boy. "Dude that was the best tasting Baked Alaska I have ever had. You must give me the recipe."
While he was waiting for Torin to shake his hand, Professor Lawson spotted something very disturbing indeed.
"Cameron Karsten!!! Come here right now!!!" Why did these kids always have to test his patience? Term hadn't even started yet and already they were going wild.
So many choices. But whatever, that poo was obviously gonna fill their noses anytime soon.
So many things happening, and then this Slytherin comes in with bucket of...what?! Ewwww. He should be at HIS table, not in here.
And Kaika was going to say something to the boy when...
SPOILER!!: Willie boy
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Willie stared at her, his eyes wide. Was... Was she ACCUSING HIM?! His eyes turned into steel (Not real steal, but yeah) and glared at her, his nostrils flaring as if he were some majestic dragon (*snort*). He stood up, placing his hands on the table onto his drool pool and looking down at her.
"It was ME CUP. 'Eeee took it!" Willie justified, pointing at Varius's nose. "I ain't rethponsible for what 'e takes!"
Honestly, people did seem to enjoy blaming him.
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"CAAAAAM" Willie hollered, standing on his seat, showing his shoeless feet. They were now brown from how dirty they were. And now adding the flying poo to it which was now a little on his trousers and feet. Willie looked down, surprised that poo was on his feet.
Blink.
Blink. Blink.
Jumping off of the seat, he walked up to the Slytherin boy and stopped him. They had started to be friends last term after the flood when He, Cam and Cyrus rode on the broom together at once. It was a great ride, really. Except for Willie throwing up.
"Is tha' pooo in theereee?" Willie asked, looking down at the bucket. But before Cam could even really reply, Willie shoved both his sleeves up and then did the most horrible thing any human being could possibly do.
He shoved his forearms into the bucket and then pulled them out. They were covered in silver poo, dripping reaally. Willie smiled and then brought it up to his nose, taking a great sniff.
SNIIIIIIIIIIIIIFFFFFF.
SNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFFFF.
"Whatchu bringin' poo in thchool fur?"
True. Willie Crocker was....right. He wasn't responsible for whatever the uncomfortable young Huffie drinks, but still, oh-the-insanity of this boy to even blend the pumpkin juice with chicken bits!!
Honestly.
St. Mungo's is the proper place for him to be. Even if Kaika had a response ready, the latter actions of Willie boy with the Slytherin bucketeer restrained her from speaking one syllable.
Who knows what could happen when insane people meet buckets...
It's best to stay away, which is why she looked the other way, besides, a Professor was around.
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"Cameron Karsten!!! Come here right now!!!" Why did these kids always have to test his patience? Term hadn't even started yet and already they were going wild.
Ooooooh....so the Slytherin bucketeer was named Cameron Karsten. Okay. Nice to know.
This was the first time that Kaika was actually happy to see Marcus Lawson oh-so-near. Ever since the first time they met she had a very selective opinion of the man.
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Now why did the kid have a guilty look on his face? Marcus, merely shrugged and held out his hand to the boy. "Dude that was the best tasting Baked Alaska I have ever had. You must give me the recipe."
While he was waiting for Torin to shake his hand, Professor Lawson spotted something very disturbing indeed.
"Cameron Karsten!!! Come here right now!!!" Why did these kids always have to test his patience? Term hadn't even started yet and already they were going wild.
Oooh, the dessert.
Relief spreading over him, he sighed and took the Professor's hand. "Thank you, Sir!" Though he was utterly confused as to why he had eaten any of the thing. "So what did Professor Bunbury think?" he added trying to sound casual about it.
Then Lawson shouted at Cameron. He winced. "Er, I will gladly give it to you , Professor. I made the recipe myself. And I will make Professor Bunbury more if she wants me to. Can you tell her that?" He remembered her saying that she wasn't too much of a cook/baker.
Rhea was brought out of her riverie by the sound of a voice. She turned her head to look at who had spoken. When she noticed it was a first year she smiled at him.
"Oh hi, yes it is," she said with a big wrm smile on her face. She pushed the flyers closer to him so he could better see. All the while she wondered where he stood, whether he was for or against Were-rights.
Reading the papers, Tavelon was still slightly confused. "So... are there werewolves at Hogwarts?"
Abigail shivered in disgust as Arrick wiped his mouth on the back of his sleeve ‘EWWE’ she thought ‘Where did he learn his manners, that’s just discussing.’ She handed him his own napkin with a look that clearly said use it.
“Of course you don’t need saving” she said sarcastically “that’s why you’ve got that look on your face every time you look round. You know the one that says ‘ewe girls someone save me please’” She smiled at him cheekily and patted him on the arm, then promptly wiping it on her napkin. “Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone.”
Drat, busted. Arrick had much to learn in the subtleties of not attracting unwanted attention. He squirmed a little, trying to get away from Abigail attempting to fuss over his clothes like someone's doting mother over a baby. Honestly, what is it with girls and being clean?
"Must you do that?" He said, clearly rather annoyed, as he rolled up the offending sleeves. There. No more stains.
His mood improved slightly with the arrival of two first-year Hufflepuff boys. As long as they weren't a load of silly tossers...like that older boy drooling. Ugh. Arrick was messy, but he had standards, and he drew the line at drooling.
...Then the older boy, clearly off his rocker, swinging buckets of.....Arrick did NOT want to know, but his respect for Slytherin House dropped like a brick out the window.
When one loopy looking Hufflepuff boy stuck his HAND in the buckets, sounding like he was tipsy...Arrick just about had it. He was [i[certain[/i] all this magic made people crazy. This wasn't good at all.
"The bloody hell does he think he's doing?" He asked the nearest Hufflepuff boy (Zachriah), who was also staring at the older boy oddly.
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Originally Posted by aussiegirl
Now why did the kid have a guilty look on his face? Marcus, merely shrugged and held out his hand to the boy. "Dude that was the best tasting Baked Alaska I have ever had. You must give me the recipe."
While he was waiting for Torin to shake his hand, Professor Lawson spotted something very disturbing indeed.
"Cameron Karsten!!! Come here right now!!!" Why did these kids always have to test his patience? Term hadn't even started yet and already they were going wild.
Willie was about to tell Cam to tell him or he'd rub this poo on his face when he heard a Professor's voice boom. Willie stiffened and then looked over Cam's shoulder, seeing that Professor Lawson was calling onto the boy, obviously wanting to punish him for bringing this here.
Willie had to save him!
Grabbing onto the buckets, Willie gave a large tug, managing to spill some more poo onto the floor. He placed the poo buckets down, grabbed onto Cam's shoulders which covered them with poo from his hands and pulled him into him. Cam slammed into Willie who was shoeless and since poo was on the floor... slipped, dragging Cam along with him onto the poo covered floor.
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Drat, busted. Arrick had much to learn in the subtleties of not attracting unwanted attention. He squirmed a little, trying to get away from Abigail attempting to fuss over his clothes like someone's doting mother over a baby. Honestly, what is it with girls and being clean?
"Must you do that?" He said, clearly rather annoyed, as he rolled up the offending sleeves. There. No more stains.
His mood improved slightly with the arrival of two first-year Hufflepuff boys. As long as they weren't a load of silly tossers...like that older boy drooling. Ugh. Arrick was messy, but he had standards, and he drew the line at drooling.
...Then the older boy, clearly off his rocker, swinging buckets of.....Arrick did NOT want to know, but his respect for Slytherin House dropped like a brick out the window.
When one loopy looking Hufflepuff boy stuck his HAND in the buckets, sounding like he was tipsy...Arrick just about had it. He was [i[certain[/i] all this magic made people crazy. This wasn't good at all.
"The bloody hell does he think he's doing?" He asked the nearest Hufflepuff boy (Zachriah), who was also staring at the older boy oddly.
"I've no idea," Zach said to the guy talking to him. "Hogwarts is... ah, a bit crazier than I expected..." He smiled. "Zach, by the way," he said, extending a hand. Hey, that wasn't so hard! Maybe he was getting over this shyness thing a little.
Drat, busted. Arrick had much to learn in the subtleties of not attracting unwanted attention. He squirmed a little, trying to get away from Abigail attempting to fuss over his clothes like someone's doting mother over a baby. Honestly, what is it with girls and being clean?
"Must you do that?" He said, clearly rather annoyed, as he rolled up the offending sleeves. There. No more stains.
His mood improved slightly with the arrival of two first-year Hufflepuff boys. As long as they weren't a load of silly tossers...like that older boy drooling. Ugh. Arrick was messy, but he had standards, and he drew the line at drooling.
...Then the older boy, clearly off his rocker, swinging buckets of.....Arrick did NOT want to know, but his respect for Slytherin House dropped like a brick out the window.
When one loopy looking Hufflepuff boy stuck his HAND in the buckets, sounding like he was tipsy...Arrick just about had it. He was [i[certain[/i] all this magic made people crazy. This wasn't good at all.
"The bloody hell does he think he's doing?" He asked the nearest Hufflepuff boy (Zachriah), who was also staring at the older boy oddly.
Tavelon noticed another first year, who, like himself, was perplexed by the oddities going on at the table. "Um... Could you please pass the potatoes? What are they doing?" Blinking, he refocused on his food so as not to lose his appetite. "I'm Tavelon Martimus... are you a first year?"
For some reason Marcus, liked the Hufflepuff's they were a little bit crazy at times...well actually they were a lot crazy but he liked that. It reminded him of what he had been like as a teenager.
But there was also another reason why he had come to the Hufflepuff table. He stepped up behind Mr Torin Kane and placed a firm hand on the kid's shoulder. "Mr Kane, I would like a word with you please."
O_____O Professorrrrrrrrrr!
Had he heard what was going on? Xander also looked up to the professor behind Torin, and tried to not make sure his eyes were too big. But, had he heard what they were talking about?! He better not have... it would turn out HORRIBLY for the first day of a new year.
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"Good point. And you are wrong about blondes." He laughed and suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder.
Uh oh. Lawson.
"A word, Sir?" He gulped. Did he hear all that about the love potion?
He was so screwed.
"I am NOT wrong about blondes," Xander said. "Brody and Sylvia are both blondes." Cue wagging eyebrows.
He watched Torin's face get scared, and then once the professor only talked about the Baked Alaska, he also relaxed a little bit. Wait, Baked Alaska? WHEREEEE?
And then the kid with the bucket. Cameron Karsten. Hmm. He would have to remember that for later.
He turned to the girl and smiled instantaneously. "Yeaaaaaaah. I like giant lookin' cupcaketh! They're... They be lookin' good, mith!" Willie told her, nodding. He once more imagined the cupcake, drool filling his mouth until some horrible, HORRIBLE stench filled his nostrils.
"CAAAAAM" Willie hollered, standing on his seat, showing his shoeless feet. They were now brown from how dirty they were. And now adding the flying poo to it which was now a little on his trousers and feet. Willie looked down, surprised that poo was on his feet.
Blink.
Blink. Blink.
Jumping off of the seat, he walked up to the Slytherin boy and stopped him. They had started to be friends last term after the flood when He, Cam and Cyrus rode on the broom together at once. It was a great ride, really. Except for Willie throwing up.
"Is tha' pooo in theereee?" Willie asked, looking down at the bucket. But before Cam could even really reply, Willie shoved both his sleeves up and then did the most horrible thing any human being could possibly do.
He shoved his forearms into the bucket and then pulled them out. They were covered in silver poo, dripping reaally. Willie smiled and then brought it up to his nose, taking a great sniff.
SNIIIIIIIIIIIIIFFFFFF.
SNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFFFF.
"Whatchu bringin' poo in thchool fur?"
At the souuund of his name, YESSSsss who was it??? Cam looked around and watched as the boy with the voice-box issue who stood up from his seat. Willieeee was it? YES IT WAS WILLIE! Barefoot... Willie? THAT WAS PURE GENIUSSSS. This boy was obviously trying to stink up the whole Great Hall, riight? Heheee. Brown feet... dirty. Yuckehhh and some silver poo added to it.
"HAAAYYYY WILLIEE," he holla'd back and grinned while staring at the boy's feet. DAAANGGGGGG. "Yeh it's poo alright, aaain't it AWESOME?!" Ah, the wonders of mooncalf poo. It simply awed and amaaazzeddd him.
...
WOT'S HE DOIN'?! Willie Crocker was digging his hands into one bucket of his poo. HAHAHAHAHA. "Ehhhhhhhh it's for the plants. Plants like 'em some poo, ya know?" Nature was so interesting. VERY interesting.
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A rather unpleasant smell hit Xander's ears, as he turned around to look. Ugh, what was in that container? Ewwww. He scrunched his nose, then turned back to Torin.
Cam glanced at one boy--OH THAT RAABIDDD KIDDDD. Scrunching up his nose, hmpphhh well have it his way then! He glanced at other students, seeing if... some dung accidentally got in their food. Mmmm hopefully not?
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Zach looked over at the psycho older kid throwing... poo around. Ewwww. He covered his nose just in time; he saw everyone else making faces like... well, like they smelled something bad. Hmm. He wondered if he could get in good with this kid somehow. Firstly because the whole being-pelted-with-poo thing? Not his favorite. Secondly, he needed friends, right? This had prospects.
AAAND SOME KID WAS COVERING HIS NOSE, YO. Why couldn't people be like Willie? WHY?! That way they would have enjoyed the fresh raw scent of nature, and sniff it like a man. LIKE A MANNNN. He simply did another 'hmph' but oh... oooohhh he was caught. CAUGHTTTTttt.
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"Cameron Karsten!!! Come here right now!!!" Why did these kids always have to test his patience? Term hadn't even started yet and already they were going wild.
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Willie was about to tell Cam to tell him or he'd rub this poo on his face when he heard a Professor's voice boom. Willie stiffened and then looked over Cam's shoulder, seeing that Professor Lawson was calling onto the boy, obviously wanting to punish him for bringing this here.
Willie had to save him!
Grabbing onto the buckets, Willie gave a large tug, managing to spill some more poo onto the floor. He placed the poo buckets down, grabbed onto Cam's shoulders which covered them with poo from his hands and pulled him into him. Cam slammed into Willie who was shoeless and since poo was on the floor... slipped, dragging Cam along with him onto the poo covered floor.
So much for saving.
DADA PROFESSAH! Cam wanted to run, to LIEEEEEEE and say that he didn't do it! But did he even DOOOOO anything?! 'Twas too late people, the Willie kid was TUGGING HIM LAIK MAD. Was he his Superman? HIS HERO?! He simply allowed himself to be tugged, BUT NUUUUUUU WHAT WAS HE DOING? Poo, his PRECIOUS POO! And the poo was sticking to his arms now. "OIIIi WAIT WA--"
THUD!
Cam was on the floor of poo, OF POOOO, Willie along with him. Hmm... seemed like a good disguise right?
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Emalyn got a huge whiff of poo from where she was sitting eating. She put her fork down, unable to eat with the stench wafting toward her. "Uhh!" she exclaimed, peaking over to where the mess had occured. What the --- what in Merlin's beard was going on?!
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Had he heard what was going on? Xander also looked up to the professor behind Torin, and tried to not make sure his eyes were too big. But, had he heard what they were talking about?! He better not have... it would turn out HORRIBLY for the first day of a new year.
"I am NOT wrong about blondes," Xander said. "Brody and Sylvia are both blondes." Cue wagging eyebrows.
He watched Torin's face get scared, and then once the professor only talked about the Baked Alaska, he also relaxed a little bit. Wait, Baked Alaska? WHEREEEE?
And then the kid with the bucket. Cameron Karsten. Hmm. He would have to remember that for later.
He smirked at Xander. "I never said that redheads are hotter. They are both equally hot." Equality and all that. Brody's hair was as hot as Bunbury's. That's just how it was.
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Tavelon noticed another first year, who, like himself, was perplexed by the oddities going on at the table. "Um... Could you please pass the potatoes? What are they doing?" Blinking, he refocused on his food so as not to lose his appetite. "I'm Tavelon Martimus... are you a first year?"
Zach looked at the guy who was talking to the guy sitting next to him (wow, that was confusing!). He smiled at him. He passed the potatoes silently (even though it hadn't been him who'd been asked for them). He contemplated for a second whether to just jump in and introduce himself. Well, it can't hurt... "I'm Zach," he said. "I... haven't a clue what they're doing. I'm a first year." he answered the questions in the order they'd been asked. That was a little scary.
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He smirked at Xander. "I never said that redheads are hotter. They are both equally hot." Equality and all that. Brody's hair was as hot as Bunbury's. That's just how it was.
Zach overheard a conversation from nearby about whether redheads or blondes were hotter. Well... he might be biased with his bright red hair. He chuckled to himself. Hopefully they wouldn't get mad at him for eavesdropping, but really, it was funny!
He smirked at Xander. "I never said that redheads are hotter. They are both equally hot." Equality and all that. Brody's hair was as hot as Bunbury's. That's just how it was.
"Mhmm, suure," Xander said, nodding his head. He took a random goblet filled with pumpkin juice and took a swig. Oh yeah, that hit the spot. "Should we move back down with Brody? Reese is gone now..."
Relief spreading over him, he sighed and took the Professor's hand. "Thank you, Sir!" Though he was utterly confused as to why he had eaten any of the thing. "So what did Professor Bunbury think?" he added trying to sound casual about it.
Then Lawson shouted at Cameron. He winced. "Er, I will gladly give it to you , Professor. I made the recipe myself. And I will make Professor Bunbury more if she wants me to. Can you tell her that?" He remembered her saying that she wasn't too much of a cook/baker.
Shaking Torin's hand, Marcus gave the kid a sheepish look. "Well I don't think she actually got to try any. I didn't know it was for her specifically and so I kinda ate it all." He scratched the back of his head and grinned. "But it was a really good Baked Alaska, I'm sure she would have loved it."
Oh excellent he was going to give him the recipe. Marcus patted him on the shoulder. "Thanks for that and yeah I'll be sure to tell Professor Bunbury."
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Willie was about to tell Cam to tell him or he'd rub this poo on his face when he heard a Professor's voice boom. Willie stiffened and then looked over Cam's shoulder, seeing that Professor Lawson was calling onto the boy, obviously wanting to punish him for bringing this here.
Willie had to save him!
Grabbing onto the buckets, Willie gave a large tug, managing to spill some more poo onto the floor. He placed the poo buckets down, grabbed onto Cam's shoulders which covered them with poo from his hands and pulled him into him. Cam slammed into Willie who was shoeless and since poo was on the floor... slipped, dragging Cam along with him onto the poo covered floor.
So much for saving.
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DADA PROFESSAH! Cam wanted to run, to LIEEEEEEE and say that he didn't do it! But did he even DOOOOO anything?! 'Twas too late people, the Willie kid was TUGGING HIM LAIK MAD. Was he his Superman? HIS HERO?! He simply allowed himself to be tugged, BUT NUUUUUUU WHAT WAS HE DOING? Poo, his PRECIOUS POO! And the poo was sticking to his arms now. "OIIIi WAIT WA--"
THUD!
Cam was on the floor of poo, OF POOOO, Willie along with him. Hmm... seemed like a good disguise right?
For the love of Merlin!! Marcus, took a deep breath and tried his best to control his breathing. Don't want to scare the first years. "Karsten and Crocker, get your dung covered behinds over to me RIGHT NOW". Looks as though Slytherin was just about to lose those five points they had earned and Hufflepuff was going to be in the negatives again.
"Try and run and we'll see how well you swing from the ceiling by your underpants and if you think I am joking, just ask Jake Upstead what it is like. You both have ten seconds to get over here now." Looks like another fun year at Hogwarts.
"I've no idea," Zach said to the guy talking to him. "Hogwarts is... ah, a bit crazier than I expected..." He smiled. "Zach, by the way," he said, extending a hand. Hey, that wasn't so hard! Maybe he was getting over this shyness thing a little.
"Full-up crazy," Arrick agreed dully. "Makes you want to get back on that train all the way back, it does. They all seem to be a little balmy, the older ones, don't they?"
"Arrick," he replied, shaking the hand as a necessary formality.
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Tavelon noticed another first year, who, like himself, was perplexed by the oddities going on at the table. "Um... Could you please pass the potatoes? What are they doing?" Blinking, he refocused on his food so as not to lose his appetite. "I'm Tavelon Martimus... are you a first year?"
"Dunno," Arrick shrugged, and skidded the potatoes across the table. Hmm, actually, they looked quite good...he scooped a spoonful for himself and plunked it on his plate.
"Yeah. Name's Arrick." He watched as a professor yelled at the two crazy boys. At least he knew that sort of crazy wasn't tolerated.
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