Marina had not been appaled by Borr's shouting but now he had sunk in her respect! He looked down upon the subject he was teaching? If he thought Astronomy was so unimportant, what was the point in coming to his class? She started to stretch reluctantly.

"Oh, what a kind gentleman," Sophie squealed in excitement as she took the boy's arm. "You should come to my auditions. You would make an excellent healer's assistant and I'll bet you have just the darlingest friends, too so make sure to bring them along."

After babbling and entering the room, she spotted Berty and her hand went to cover her mouth as she gasped. Here, hold these dear," she told the boy, shoving the enormous tray of cookies at him while she hurried up to dear Berty, wand out. She tapped his poor, blue, bottom and fixed his pants. "Lord Borr, you are too much! Look at you working so hard with these children, you should sit down before you pass out from sheer exhaustion! It's a good thing I came with cookies," she smiled, not mentioning the trouser issue.

LouAnn blinked and jumped back a bit, surprised at the sudden loud ripping noise that sounded throughout the room. She was afraid to even wonder what in Merlin's name that sound indicated. Should she cover her eyes now, or should she wait until the man turned around? Eww.

She was interested in hearing his reasoning behind the daytime Astronomy lesson, though, as to her, it seemed highly unusual to study the stars at this hour. When he finally revealed that it was merely because nighttime was made for sleeping, LouAnn scrunched up her eyebrows in confusion. What sort of Astron

She took a deep breath, then stood up on her desk, stretching as high as she could without losing her balance and tumbling to the floor. Come to think of it, although absurd, this lesson was actually sort of different and...fun, maybe? Even though the man had yelled for most of the time they'd been in here, it'd been interesting to see what he'd come up with next.

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Celandine backed away slowly before turning and retrieving her chair. She had brought it to the front, eyed her housemates then sat down before the next thing she knew, he was yelling at them to stand again.

There was plenty you could do, astronomy-wise, without it being night time. Cela was beginning to figure out that they'd not even be doing that, though.

And stretching?

She ignored Borr's ripped pants and stood on her chair at the front of the class. He hadn't said she could go back to her desk, after all. She stretched cheerfully and noted that the higher she got, the fresher the air was.

It was really a good thing that she had worn one of her slightly longer skirts with all this stretching.

"Lord Borr, sir? Are we reaching for the stars sir?" Cela asked politely from her spot on the chair.

Lord Borr grinned LONG AND WIDE. He offered his beefy hand to the young Miss Toussaint to help her down from the desk. "CLASS? CLASS DID YOU HEAR HER QUESTION?" Lord Borr ASSUMED they had not because they were either TELLING HIM WHAT HE SHOULD OR SHOULDN'T DO, or TALKING WHEN THEY WERE NOT SUPPOSED TO, or telling him things that WERE NOT TRUE!!!! ONE KNUCKLEHEAD HAD THEIR WAND OUT EVEN!! CHAOS! BARNYARD! Hogwarts always housed mostly BARN ANIMALS with a few sprinkles of GOOD, WORTHY students.

Like Miss Toussaint. "SHE ASKED," Lord Borr, patient and merciful Lord Borr, "if you lot would be reaching for the stars. INDEED. INDEED. You WERE reaching. And did any of you SPACEMEN REACH THEM? DID YOU? Do you know what you would REACH IF YOU DID TOUCH A STAR???"


"YOU. WOULD. BE. BURNED!!!!" Lord Borr spit each word out purposefully. "BURNED."

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"Oh, what a kind gentleman," Sophie squealed in excitement as she took the boy's arm. "You should come to my auditions. You would make an excellent healer's assistant and I'll bet you have just the darlingest friends, too so make sure to bring them along."

After babbling and entering the room, she spotted Berty and her hand went to cover her mouth as she gasped. Here, hold these dear," she told the boy, shoving the enormous tray of cookies at him while she hurried up to dear Berty, wand out. She tapped his poor, blue, bottom and fixed his pants. "Lord Borr, you are too much! Look at you working so hard with these children, you should sit down before you pass out from sheer exhaustion! It's a good thing I came with cookies," she smiled, not mentioning the trouser issue.

Lord Borr had been SO WRAPPED UP in teaching and molding the minds of his young students that he had not heard the knock at the door. HE WOULD HAVE NEVER LEFT MISS MELITA IN THE HALLWAY.


He blushed from cheek to cheek to cheek to cheek. "WHY WHY WHY look what we HAVE HERE!!!! I was JUST teaching my class about REACHING for the stars, Missy Melita. ABOUT BEING BURNED! I think, and you tell me, Miss Melita, you tell me ---- but don't you THINK it would be better, more useful, more EDUCATIONAL for the students to touch me? TO TRULY TOUCH GREATNESS???"


"CLASS. COME TO ME. YOU MAY ALL HUG AND TOUCH ME. EVERYONE! TOGETHER! Take this ONCE IN A LIFETIME OPPORTUNITY TO REALLY REACH FOR GREATNESS ---- and ACHIEVE IT!!!"

Lord Borr beckoned all his students and Miss Melita to him with his arms spread wide, his trousers flapping in the wind, and the sweaty pits of his arms soaking through his shirt and coat. "AND MAKE IT SNAPPY. DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!!"

Aaron relieved that he idn't get in trouble, went back down and hopped off the desk. He then ran up to lord Borr and touched his arm. Before going back to his seat he said, "Thank you, sir, for this generous opportunity." He then walked back to his seat, sat down, and nodded at the Lord.

"Oh, Berty, what a MARVELOUS idea," Sophie declared and clapped her hands before being the very first to wrap her arms 'around' the greatness of Lord Borr. Of course she got plenty of sweat on her but apparently Melita had either 1) lost her sense of smell and touch or 2) was actually USED to the odiferous, aquatious, presence of true greatness.

From her corner by the window Daphne Hopton just stared.

STARED.

STARED.


AND STARED.



And most definitely did not touch Lord Borr.

"Erm. Ew."

Evelyn didn't know what to do. She was at a cross roads. She was definitely not going up there and hugging him, but she didn't want to get yelled at either...not to mention someone else just entered the classroom so she didn't want to come off as someone who didn't follow what the teacher asked. Sighing, she stood up and made her way over to the teacher, and touch his arm for a split second. "Thank you for this once in a lifetime moment professor. I will cherish it for as long as i live." Evelyn said as kindly as she could, smiling innocently, trying very hard to keep the sarcasm down, before going back to her seat.

Delana walked up slowly... very slowly... 'dear merlin..' she thought to herself...

Getting to the professor she touched his arm... "How very generous of you. I'm honored."she said forcing a smile and sitting back down quickly.

Beauty lied ahead of him.

This was... This was simply too breathtaking.

Willie was close to sobbing at the boom Borr made. HUG HIM?! OH JOY! Kazimeriz never made Willie hug him, even when he DIED to hold the older man and squeeze him like the father he never had. His glinting anime like green eyes blinked at Borr as he watched him slowly open his arms.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

He didn't care about the smell, the flapping trousers, the disgusting gesture. No. All he cared about was that he was going to get a hug from a mighty man. A man who now replaced Kazi in his heart.

HEHEHEHEHEHEH.

Willie now in the back of the class readied himself and then BOLTED towards Borr, running with his arms flapping. "PREEEFEEETHHERRRRR" He hollered happily as he JUMPED into the man's arms and SQUISHED HIM SO VERY VERY MUCHHH.

Zoe was immensely thankful that all of her professors weren't like this. How does he expect them to learn when he's ranting at them all the time about nonsense.

Climbing down off of her desk she really wasn't sure what to do next. She hesitantly watched the other students. She certainly didn't want to risk making this guy mad.

Touch him? HUG HIM?! Tibi's eyes popped open in horror. Did he really have to do this? Looking around at his classmates, he waited to see what would happen. First the... nurse? with cookies? hugged him and then another student poked him. Sighing and trembling, Tibi wondered if maybe he should just go get it over with. He was about to take a step when Willie Crocker came flying out of nowhere.

"GAAH!" Tibi yelled, stepping back rapidly. OKKKKKK, not hugging Borr now, especially with crazy Willie Crocker hanging off of him. Tibi sat in his chair and gripped the seat for dear life.

"Sir...I...uh..." Rafe was trying to think of an excuse not to touch it...him. Rafe quickly went over to him and gave him a quick squeeze around his...well not exactly around his waist, but it was a fourth of a ways around the professor. Well, if he was going to go through torture he had to have fun with it...

"THIS IS THE GREATEST HONOR IN ALL OF MY WILDEST YEARS!" Rafe shouted in a low voice, imitating Professor Borr. "YOUR SWEAT IS LIKE DROPLETS OF GOLD!" Rafe laughed, he puffed out his cheeks and put his neck down to make it roll, he was trying to look like the Professor too, in all the mockery. Rafe then pudged out his stomach quite a ways. "LORD BERTY BORR IS TRULY THE BEST PROFESSOR...no make that WIZARD I HAVE EVER MET!" He said roarishly. He even put his finger over his lip to make it look like he had a mustache. He hope his fellow students would catch unto the joke.

Was he isnsane? Who did he think he was, a saint? Marina walked to the front slowly. She reached out her right hand between the other students, who looked as reluctant as she was, and touched Borr's enourmous belly with her fingertips without looking at him.

Carter took a deep breath before rushing forward. "Thank you sir..." he said. He looked for the least sweaty part of him. Carter decided shaking his hand would be enough. Then he rushed back to his seat. And took another breath.

Abby abruptly stops stretching. Is this man serious? Touch him! I'd just as soon touch a thetral as touch him. I wouldn't mind hugging Professors Truebridge or Lawson and even Professor Kazimeriz if he gave me permission to do so, but hug Lord Borr. That is the craziest order I've ever heard a teacher give. Abby walks up to the front of the classroom. The closer she gets to Borr the more his body odor fills her nostral. I don't think the question is if I can hug Lord Boor. It's more can I hug him and not pass out from the stench. Abby approaches Borr and waits her turn.

Suddenly Miss Melita walked into the classroom with a large tray of cookies, looking as jolly as possible. What the...COOKIES?! No. No, no, no. Lucy had to resist her urge to steal those cookies. She had a bigger and much more important issue to deal with, for Borr had demanded that everyone...hug him. Or at least...touch him.

Oh. GAWD. Awwww, man! That stench, that...ugh! Lucy, sitting right in front of Borr could smell the horrible stench of his sweating armpits. It was not a pretty sight. For a few minutes, she thought that the armpit sweat had actually squirted out onto her face for she felt sudden attack of sweat drops hit her face. It was enough to make her want to puke her eyeballs out.

SOMEBODY SAVE HER. Like...NOW.

"Help...meeeeee..." Lucy said, sinking to the bottom of her seat, putting on a sad face. And it wasn't until then that she realized that people were pointing out the fact that Borr had a hole in his...trousers. And so many things that ought not to be seen were indeed seen...

A big ball of green, yellow, puke-color mixture of colors stirred up inside of Lucy and she no longer felt good. Instead, she covered her mouth and attempted to endure to pain. Breathe in...it'll be alright. she thought to herself. She stood up from her seat, and faced the ginormous Lord Berty Borr and...

"BUWAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!" It was as if there was a never-ending river of vomit...more, and more sticky, food-filled acid liquid spewed out from Lucy stomach, into her mouth and onto Borr himself. As soon as she threw up the last few drops, she began shaking, and shiny tears streamed down her face as if she were beggining for forgiveness. SHE WAS NOT SORRY. Rather, she upset, if anything.

No.

No. No. No.

Um, EW. Arabelle was appalled. He wanted them to ... touch him. Borr was crazy, mad, a lunatic. Something was seriously wrong here. Arabelle stared at the disgusting man in front of her. There was no way she was going to touch him, and she hoped he knew it. She plopped down in her seat and settled for a more hostile expression.

"I think I'll stick with mediocracy, thanks," she told him. Because, in her opinion, the price for greatness was just too much.

Abigail just stared at him lowering her arms. She’d addressed the professor at least three times and he’d just ignored her. Well he deserved to be embarrassed if he was going to ignore her warning about his pants.

She waited back until the others in the class made their way towards him before joining them. She insured she was as far from the professor as possible and started muttering under her breath “This is ridiculous...hasn’t taught us a single thing...need to make a complaint... Arrick will never hang around after this...don’t even know who to complain too...”

Emalyn stood, awestruck and staring at the scene that was taking place before her.

Oh.

Good.

Gracious.

Was this really happening? How could one man be so self-absorbed to think that EVERYONE just wanted to TOUCH him. As if he were holy!!!

Emalyn scooted her chair back and looked away from the scene, revolted. A gagging sensation took place in her throat and her stomach turned. Was this man aware of the true feeling from all who stood in his presence? Obviously not.

"I'd err - rather not, Professor." Ema forced the smirk away from her lips as she spoke to the man. "I'm...afraid I would be taken away with your wretched greatness. I'm too young to die..."

Yes, it was true. She was too young to die. But not because of his greatness. The man reminded her of a hippo. A hungry hippo, stomach growling and all. An angry hungry hippo that did NOT deserve a hug, even from Willie Crocker.

A huge smelly angry hungry hippo.

Marina jumped. She had been HIT. BY. VOMIT. Her worst fear had come true! (Okay, maybe not worst, but it was somewhere up there with spiders, the Forbidden Forest and talking in front of the class.) It had happened when she had been withdrawing her arm from Borr's belly. She escaped to the back of the room before anything else could happen. She knew she would hate this Lucy girl for the rest of her life! She walked over to Nurse Melita, with her arm stretched out as far away from her body as possible. She looked truly shaken. She showed the Nurse her stained cloak and hand and asked her weakly: "Can you clean this?"

Hug HIM! She would rather want to be in a dragon's claws that in his arms!

"I think i'll just pass the oppurtunity, sir... thanks"

Ana fear for the lifes of her classmates as some reluctantly hug him. That man is crazy! what does he think he is?

He wasn't serious, was he? He couldn't mean to make them hug him when he was in this condition. He couldn't have said that it was an amazing opportunity. Yes, it wasn't right. He couldn't be this arrogant... Evan looked at the others, but they were already busy with hugging him! And there was now this Healer who distributed cookies to everyone. They both disgusted him. Not wanting to believe what he was seeing, Evan made his way to the professor once again when--

"BUWAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!"

The girl vomitted. In front of him. He was trapped in this horrible class! He was trapped right in the middle of the worst scents, and he too could throw up in any moment. He covered his nose and backed away from both of them, but the scent was everywhere! He just prayed not to vomit and to end this class fast. It was unbelieveble. It was unbearable. It was the worst lesson he had ever had. He refused to go to that man, and just stared the class chaos. Why was the professor still holding them?

William had jumped back out of his chair when the man had spoken. He would no longer call him a professor, no instead he could call him loud man. Loud man screaming at the am to... hug him and ...touch him? NO NO NO!!! this was the end, this was it; he wouldn't be able to endure anymore of this nonsense. No, instead he would just go out of the classroom, much easier than touching something as nasty like that.

And then it happened; Lucy vomited all over the place. jumping out of his chair, his eyes bulging out of his head he skittered towards the edge of the room, his face pale now. "NO LUCY!" he screamed out, taking deep breaths to calm himself down or he'd vomit himself. Not a good thing to do in this instance. Already he was sick from the unruly loudness of the man, his ripped pants and the fact he had no respect for anyone but himself.

With his bag over his shoulder, he scowled at the Melita person and glared at Borr as he edged his way towards the door - or hey even a window - in order to get the stench from the madness out of the room, and his nostrils.

'Ooo, the professor isn't going to like that.' Evelyn sang in her head, smirking somewhat when she saw the girl throw up. 'Maybe then this class will end...' Looking at everyone and noticing their expressions, she pretty much got the picture that it probably didn't smell very nice in the front of the class. Evelyn was sitting in the back, close to the corner...and near a window. Standing up, she went over and opened it slightly to let a breeze in, and to let the smell out if it came back there.