Willie was happily enjoying the hug he was giving to Lord Borr, ignoring the other students that were hugging him as well. HE WAS HERE FIRST! No one would take his place. NUUU UUUHHHHHHH. HE WAS NOT GOING TO EVEN MOVE AN INCH.

Until something very warm, very smelly began to drip on his head. His eyes widened in horror as he felt that warm sensation go down onto his back. He froze. He... He knew that smell. That... horribel stench.

Slowly, he pulled away from Lord Borr and reached his hand to touch his head.

There was vomit on his head.

THERE WAS VOMIT ON HIS HEAD111!!!11!!!

WHAT WAS UP WITH HIM AND VOMIT THIS TERM?!! He looked up at Lord Borr, horror in his eyes. WHo would do such a DISGUSTING thing?! Turning around, he saw the culprit and then...

"CAN YEEEE NOT 'OLD YOUR THTOMACH?!!"! Willie hollered, his arms flailing about, flinging some of the vomit around. His face was RED and puffy. HE WAS MAD. MAD I SAY, MAD!

Carter nearly fell out of his chair as one of the girls in class vomited. Everywhere. Oh.... I bet the professor won't like that.... he thought to himself gradually bringing his hands closer to his ears. He was awaiting the screams. He sent a sympathetic look to the girl. This wasn't going to be pretty.

...conundrum of a lifetime, this was.

Raiden's hand rested gently on Daphne's arm when she grabbed him, his free hand busy at the lock of the last window he'd closed before Sebastian had magicked the rest shut. Her face made it clear that she'd been unfortunate enough to see the backside of the large Professor's trousers, and Raiden gave her a rather helpless look as he glanced toward whoever was coming into the class.

That Melita lady was here? With cookies? Why did this thought make Raiden feel suddenly ill? He bit his bottom lip and was about to return to his desk when...several things happened.

Lord Borr demanded hugs. Raiden had never been one to withhold hugs from those who wanted them, but... trousers. He was fairly sure he'd never hugged anyone with their behind hanging out. Still, the whole 'respect and obey your elders, no matter what' thing that had been ground into him since birth forced him to take a few steps forward...

...and then someone threw up. All. Over. The. Professor.

"Oh... my." Stare.

Aaron nearly got comfortable when a girl near him vomited. Oh no... Aaron held his vomit as to not embarrass himself. Just hearing someone throw up made him want to. He backed away and looked up at Lord Borr. Oh, she is in so much trouble. He looked don att he vomt and almost vomited again. But he held it.

Delana sat and watched, amused as students began to vomit... She had seen much worse things and lived to tell about it... still, she decided to be helpful.

Quietly she took out her wand, muttered a cleaning spell a few times, and watched as the vomit simply disappeared.

'that was enough vomit for one class period' she decided, glad she sat near the back of the room.

This was officially the second time that Lucy had burst in mad-crazy-insane tears. She looked from the boy to the professor, and back to the boy...hey, wait a second...WILLIE?! Oh, boy. Lucy cringed as he yelled at her about her stomach and that's when she began bawling as loudly as possible, more tears falling down her.

"I'M S-SSOOOOOORRRRRRRYYYYY!! I-I-I C-COULDN'T H-HELP IIIIITTTTT!!" Lucy screamed. Her screaming was enough to come close to deafening herself and when Lucy noticed this, she stepped back and shook her head, a few drops of acid vomit shaking off as well. "I didn't mean to, Professor. I...I...I'm sorry!! I..." she looked over at Melita who was still in the room. Why didn't she do anything?! That...that...THAT WOMAN!! THAT EVIL, DEVILISH, FREAKY WOMAN!! Lucy looked back at Willie, unable to face Borr. And that's when it struck her that she would be in BIG trouble.

Darn. Now what would she do? Run to Hospital Wing? NO. WRONG. BAD. The Hospital Wing WAS there. Another teacher's room? The bathroom? The Ravenclaw Common Room? WHAT WOULD SHE DO?! She couldn't think with all of her classmates watching her stand in front of a professor and another classmate, knowing that all three of them were covered in VOMIT. All she could was bawl her eyes out and hope for some miracle that this was a dream, or that it would be over soon, or that Borr would become more sympathetic to fact that she was sick and take care of her, and convince MELITA, THAT STUPID NURSE, TO CURE HER AND NOT KILL HER!!

Running seemed like the best option at the moment so...Lucy stepped back, turned around to face the class who apparently had made their way towards the windows and far from the three of them. Then, she turned towards the door, and immediately sprinted towards it, leaving the classroom.

There was puking. OH GOD there was PUKING.

The smell, mixing with Borr's was overwhelming and Tibi was RIGHT THERE. His eyes started to tear and he was pretty sure he'd either puke too, or cry, or both. But one thing was certain. He was ROOTED to the spot.

Oh no. Tibi's face fell when he saw that Lucy had puked ON Willie Crocker. If anyone knew how bad it was to puke on Willie Crocker, it was Tibi. He wanted to scream, RUN LUCY, RUN but the words didn't come. He'd thought Willie would kill him and he'd only puked on his shoes. Lucy had gotten his head. This was NOT. GOOD.

Tibi trembled, waiting to see what would happen.

Um. Seriously? They were in line to hug this lunatic?

Well it wasn't every day right? So Livvy got up and made her way to the line just to be polite and humor the man's ego, slowly dreading as the line shortened and her turn came. So... what should she do? Wrap her arms around him or something? Sorta chubby wasn't he? And that's when she noticed it. EWWWW. SWEAT!

Taking her arms, the Ravenclaw girl wrapped her arms around his arm and quickly pulled away. Yeah. No. Never ever EVER again. "Um. Thank you, sir. This has been life changing," she said, politely. Yeah. Cuz' it was the first time she hugged a sweaty LUNATIC.

As she made her way to her seat, she heard this horrible. Oh gosh. Horrible sound. And Livvy turned int time to see it. To see it happen and the look on the man's face and the laughter that erupted from Lucy's mouth.

No. NO. Please don't say that had happened. Please say that she was dreaming.

There weren't all their house points. After this. Berty Borr was sure to dock at least a hundred points. Naw. He has a high ego. Livvy'd say about five hundred. His 'greatness' has been contaminated.

Sophie froze for a moment and then let out a soft, "Oh dear," before jumping into action. "EVERYBODY STAY CALM!"

First, she cleaned up the arm that was outstretched in front of her. Then, she evanesco-ed the vomit from the poo boy hugging Berty and Berty himself. THEN, she cleaned up the rest of the mess on the floor and miscellaneous laces. And finally, "I think we all need a cookie," she smiled, brightly.

Oh, no. Oh. No. No.

No.

No.nononono.

Vomit fell on her shoe. Gawking at it, Daphne Hopton took one shuddering breath before releasing Raiden Kururugi's arm. There was no way she was going to stick around any longer.

Fingering the lock on the window, the blond undid and threw the window open. The first floor wasn't so bad, she thought as she sat on the windowsill. Any injuries acquired would surely be non-lethal.

A sprained ankle was a small prize to pay in exchange of actual survival.

If she stayed--she was just going to die. There was Borr's bum exposed to the entire world. Not a THING coming in between her precious self and Borr's disgusting old man's bum.

There was vomit.

And there was a woman deluded enough to hug him willingly. Greatness? Hugs? Reaching for the stars?

Daphne much rather reach for the ground floor at the moment even if it meant reaching the grass out the window with her face.

He . Was . Kidding . right?

Lyra will not, not ever, ever in her whole life touch this man. She had even difficulty in calling him a man cause he looked more like a sweaty pig to her. Despite she was scared of the man, Lyra still had some of her own pride and stubborness to ignore Lord Borr. The second year bravely, as the Gryffindor blood from her family side ran through her veins too, sat down on her chair folding her arms over each other, looking with a disgusted face at the professor. Also at the student who started to puke. That was exactly why Lyra hadn't come over, you couldn't reach greatness by touching his big fat belly! "I can achieve my own "greatness" sir, i don't need to touch someone like you." she said without thinking. Atleast she said , sir. And just in case, Lyra had slipped her wand from her wristholster into her hand.
Lyra's attention however turned quickly towards a woman who said the word "Cookie!" OH MY MERLIN COOKIES! MUST...HAVE...COOKIE...

Evan was watching everything in his back corner in bewilderment. He couldn't understand the boy in vomit's determination to keep hugging the lord, whose lordness was quite questionable. The man was horrible, and was so in his arrogance that he couldn't see the world outside, he couldn't even see himself properly. For the first time, he hated a lesson and truly thought about leaving, when that annoyingly happy so-called nurse 'saved the day'.

Everybody stay calm? EVERYBODY STAY CALM? "Eat me." he muttered under his breath to the nurse, though she wouldn't hear over the chaos of the class. He looked grudgingly at her, and when she suggested to have a cookie and forget all these things... he laughed out loud like mad. He didn't know if he was in some kind of fit, but he laughed, wasn't able to stop himself. This was unbelieveble.

He then saw Lyra running for cookies. He quickly grabbed her back of robes, and muttered "Are you alright? Do not. Eat." He dropped her robes. And she was wise! Who knew what was in those cookies! He would NOT eat.

Willie was twitching the twitch of death. That Ravenclaw that threw up on him was SOBBING. HOW DARE SHE SOB WHEN SHE THREW UP ON HIM?!!? He was about to show her a thing or two, Crocker style of course, when this woman jumped in front of him. His eyes widened of course, but he was STILL angry.

This was the SAME girl that hurt his shoulder on the train. Oh she was going to be dead very soon. Very, very soon.

He stood very still when Melita waved her wand, magically cleaning everything. Sure things were clean, but the fact that girl threw up on him did not go away. He was... He was incredulous!

"Ruddy Ravenclaw." The curly haired boy muttered evilly under his breath as he walked away from Borr, plotting the girl's near doom. HER DOOOOOOM.

Aaron didn't know how but he ended up next to Evan. He saw him grab at his girl. well, the other girl. "This dude his nuts." he said quietly and not sarcastically. He was actually not trying to mess with Evan. "Dude, the cookies are stress relievers. I had one last year." All this commotion was causing him and Evan to have a normal conversation.

Chris walked up to Lord Borr wanting to cry. Did he really have to hug this man?! He walked slowly up to the front where everyone else was slowly hugging the old man and made a point to try and hug the front of him. Better sweat than the torn pants. *shiver*

He hugged the man and held his breath. He ever-so-slighlty held his head a bit away from the large body and said, "Thank you Professor for this honor." The only thought going though his head was, What was the fastest route to the Prefects' Bathroom from here?

Lord Borr had been SOAKING UP the praise and hugs and was feeling REALLY GOOD about this tangent his class had taken. It was what the professionals (LIKE LORD BORR) called a "teachable moment." HE WAS THE GREATEST TEACHER ALIVE!!!!!!! EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!! One little boy had even went so far as to CLING TO HIS GREATNESS!! Lord Borr let him. Sweet, kind, giving Lord Borr let the little man get his FULL SHARE of LORD BORR.


But then Lord Borr was SOAKED IN VOMIT.


His sweet Melilta, sweet precious Melita, she tried to help. She did. She cleaned him up, offered him a cookie (which he'll be needing shortly), and really tried. But what happened next could only be described as this:


UNCONTROLLABLE PROJECTILE VOMITING



From his nose, his mouth, Lord Borr SPEWED the room with his stomach's contents. HE RAN AROUND, trying to get to that window but there was SOME GIRL IN THE WAY - so he turned and ran in the other direction...


STUDENTS WERE GETTING HIT WITH THE VOMIT. THE PROJECTILE VOMIT.


It would have been humiliating, like it was for that idiot girl that started all this, IF IT HAD BEEN LORD BORR'S FAULT. But, it was not. IT WAS ALL HER FAULT. Lord couldn't HELP that he had a weak stomach.

He fell down in the doorway, blocking the exit. Lord Borr landed belly first, sort of rolled and rocked to a stop on his mound-like belly, and laid there pitifully. Lord Borr did NOT like throwing up. HE DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO THROW UP! NOW HE WOULD JUST HAVE TO EAT AGAIN! LIKE HE HAD TIME FOR THAT!!!!!!

"I could use a cookie, Miss Melita, if you don't mind," Lord Borr, POOR LORD BORR, requested from the floor.

Evan departed his grudging eyes to someone talking nearby. Blink. Was that really Aaron talking to him normally? Blink. Blink. Really? Blink. He should answer, shouldn't he?

"Still... I will not eat. If I let myself go in this class... I'm afraid I'd never gather myself again." he said in a conversational voice, though his eyes were still on nurse. Nah, whatever it was, it would not touch Evan. If she tried, things'd get ugly.

But things got ugly without any mad nurse approaching him.

He touched to the vomit on his shiny blond hair. ON HIS HAIR! He looked down, and saw his NEW AND EXPENSIVE shoes were all covered in vomit. He was so angry that he couldn't talk. He was frozen. His nostrils shivered with fury, and tears of bewilderment filled his eyes. He remained silent, got his bag and lined in front of the nurse. He'd get himself cleaned first, and then he'd leave. He didn't care detention. He didn't care if he was expelled. He just wanted to leave. This was beyond words. He bit his lips hard not to cry in fury, he shivered with pressure and waited for the nurse to take care of him.

Then his stomach reacted. He hardly thwarted the urge to vomit himself. Everything came to his mouth, but he swallowed back. He looked up and tried to smile to get rid of urge. It seemed to work hardly.

Aw, the horror! It was an excellent thing that Evelyn had very good stomach reflexes. Heck, she even laughed at what was happening. "Wow, this seriously had got to be the most amusing class i have ever been in." she said to herself, shaking her head, still laughing. Leaning back in her chair, she lifted her feet up on the desk and put her hands behind her head, smirking, taking everything in. Still, it was a very good thing that she was in the back of the class, away from all the action.

Thankfully Carter's hands had been near his face. He was able to protect his face... but not much else. He blinked slowly. GGRRROOOOSSSS!!!! What was going on?? He covered his nose, the smell was awful. He closed his eyes again not being able to bear the sight of whatever was on him, his desk, and everywhere else around him. This was pretty much the worst day ever....

...

WHAT WHAT WHAT?!!!!?!"!?!

A horrible estranged voice erupted from him as he felt ANOTHER warm, icky, smelly thing SMACK his face. Willie was BLINDED BY VOMIT! His arms reached out to grab onto someone, not wanting to fall onto his face or something like that. "AHHHHH AHHHH I'M BLINNDDDDDDDDD," he cried out, reaching out for ANYONE (I can't decide? LOL. ANYONE REALLY!)

This was not the best class he had taken since school started.

Delana was just standing up to put her wand in her bag when.

Oh my... the professor was vomiting all over the classroom. Delana grimmaced as she saw puke spewing from the professor... She closed her eyes as she felt something hit the lower half of her robes. 'Ewwww', she shuddered, still having her wand out she used a cleaning spell on herself. Of course she still felt dirty, but it was better than actually being covered in vomit. She looked at her desk, now also covered in this foul liquid, with another spell it was clean and she sat down again. "What else could possibly happen?" she asked herself.

If Tibi had been fixed to his seat before, he was certainly moving NOW. As the large lord began to spew, Tibi dropped to his knees and covered his head with his hands, like a tornado drill. What he thought that would accomplish, he wasn't sure. As Borr's bile rained down on him, he rocked on his knees, vomit dripping down his back.

Tears cascaded down his face. The little boy was positively terrified and began sobbing uncontrollably. The projectile vomiting stopped, and he looked up, trying to angle his head to keep the vomit from dripping in his face. His first instinct was the run, but NO.

THE HUGE MAN WAS IN THE DOOR WAY.

Tibi stood, then, in the middle of the class, twitching and dripping and just wailed. Wailed and wailed and wailed.

The smell. It was hovering the room and filling it up. It was just plain old nasty. Worse than Berty Borr's armpits? Naw... his was the clear winner.

Livvy watched as Lucy ran out of the classroom, crying. And for a moment, the girl pitied her and wondered if she should run out to get her and help comfort her. But she figured that she shouldn't add on to the humiliation. Let the girl be alone, right? That's what they always said.

Finally taking her seat once more, Livvy settled in, leaning her chair farther and farther away from the smelly... stinky... gross... Berty Borr.

But oh gawd. AW MAN!

That guy was just spewing vomit all over the place!

Livvy leaned her chair farther and farther away as she attempted to dodge the spews of vomit flying from the man's mouth and her hands flew up to her face. Seriously? Seriously? What sort of class WAS this? Quickly, she looked around her body, checking to see if she had any vomit on her. UGH. Her clothes. Her POOR clothes.

As if the class could get any worse!

Chris was splattered with the Borr vomit and just sat there. He was upset but he couldn't show it. This was the worst day of his life. He was now for sure that a trip to the Prefects' Bathroom was now a necessity.

*sigh*

Nikki had followed the others in stretching, and had grudgingly gone up to Borr, hugged him tentatively, and smiled. She so didn't want whatever he had. And when he thre up...She shuddered. Worst. Lesson. Ever.

Nikki tried to move into a clean area of the classroom, and tried to clean the flecks of...stuff...off of her uniform. How feral. Ick! She was finding it hard not to throw up herself. She was seriously debating whether she would ever return to one of Lord Bore's (oops, I mean Borr's) classes.

What a rude and arrogant, and plainly disgusting man! Nikki scrunched up her nose, and continued to clean her uniform, trying not to gag.