Arrick was really really glad he had picked to stay at the back of the class now, because there was vomit everywhere. Ugh. Greatness indeed.

"I think he jus' went supernova," Arrick quipped dryly, attempting to slip past the Head Boy closer to the back door. Yep. Time to go.

Aaron was going to speak up... When Lord Borr fell to the ground. He covered his mouth in an attempt not to burst into hysterics. He then watched Evan sort of have a minor emotional attack when he realized vomit was in his hair. Oh yeah, this guy is a self centered pretty boy. He then looked over Lord Borr as Evan approached the nurse. He was on the ground. "Are you okay, Lord Borr?" He asked. He then waited to make sure he was okay.... OKay, not really. he just wanted to be a favorite. He just sort of stood on line for a cookie and stood over Lord Borr. "Lord?"

Disgusting would be an understatement.

Raiden could only stand, frozen to the spot, as Professor Borr spewed the contents of his stomach all over the room. All over the students.

ALL. OVER. HIM.

There was vomit on his arms and chest and... and in many, many other places. Horrified, he turned on the spot to see Daphne ON THE WINDOWSILL WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON.

All he could think to do was grab her. The horrified look on her face made it evident that she was on that windowsill for a reason and no, he would not allow Daphne to JUMP OUT THE WINDOW.

"DAPHNE HOPTON," he yelped, one arm catching her around the waist; he slid slightly on vomit on the floor and his thin chest bumped against her back and he attached himself. "What are you doing get down now!"

It was a bad moment to hesitate.

As she sat there, right on the windowsill, ready to swing her legs over the edge, there was a rumbling noise filling her eardrums. Almost as in slow motion, Daphne turned her head, blond hair moving with her movements to catch sight of a BIG BLURRY figure moving towards her out of the corner of her eyes.

The image of what could possibly be Lord Borr was soon obscured by a shower of thick, chunky, gunky, erupting from the hellhole otherwise known as Lord Borr's mouth. Instinctively, Daphne managed to at least hide her face behind her robes.

It did very little to keep the rest of her clean and as she felt the vomit ooze from her drenched golden head down her temples and cheeks.

Ew. Ew. EW.EW.EW.EW.ewewewewew.

"Oh. Oh," she exclaimed, breathing kicking up a notch as she fumbled with her robes in search of her wand. THE SMELL. It was acidic and so sweet that it was pungent and making her gag slightly. And the sensation of chunks of whatever it was that had been inside Borr's stomach sticking to her forehead...

Picking bits off herself with a disgusted look, green-brown eyes glistening with tears, Daphne sniffed back the tears. "Cheerios?..." a stray raisin? Half digested raisin? What was this oat-like gunky....

"Ohhhhh."

Wand in her hand, Daphne swung a leg over the windowsill.

She was just going to jump.

There was no life after you had been vomited on. NO. LIFE.

Except Raiden Kururugi was thwarting her attempts to save herself from further anguish. "What does it look like I'm going doing?" she answered, digging into the the frame of the window with her nails. "I'm jumping out the bloody window! You either let me go or I'll take you with me. I'm not beyond kicking you. I will kick you!"

Raiden was a big boy. He could handle it.

"OH no!" Sophie gasped as poor Berty lost his constitution. He must not be eating those special cookies she made for him to help with that. He was so delicate. She waited for him to run himself out and then went to his rescue,waving her wand around to attempt to clean up the mess (somehow, she remained perfectly crisp and fresh). "Dear, dear, Berty, I think we may have to sacrifice the end of the lesson to tend to your health. Healer's orders," she tutted as she sat down beside him and held cookie in front of his face.

Turning around she saw a fellow slytherin behind her, seemingly the only one who was as amused as her...
"So, how's it going?".... One second" Delana said hurrying up the the front of the room.


Getting to the boy Delana grabbed his arm,... wow, it looked like he was about to pass out... She spoke yet another cleaning spell, pointed her wand at him... and the puke was gone... "You should probably sit down.... you look kinda ill... " Delana suggested, a hint of sarcasm tainting her otherwise concerned tone.

Getting back to her desk, she again turned to talk to the girl, "Okay, so where was I...?"

Lyra had indeed been running towards the woman with the cookies. But someone stopped her by grabbing the back of her robe. Whyyy! she wanted cookies! Lyra turned around to glare an evil glare at the person who had dropped her robe again but when she noticed it was Evan she grinned. "but i want a co--" Lyra's voice was dissrupted when Evan told her not. to. eat the cookies. Evan was a smart boy, he must know that there was something wrong with the delicious cookies and so, Lyra had blocked the cookies out of her mind (which was pretty hard) and sighed. "Yea i'm alright, what a...weirdo isn't he?" she said and then noticed Aaron. She just wanted to say "Oh! Hiya Aaron!" when.........................

Lyra SCREAMED loudly when the professor started to puke. It was DISGUSTING! The second year ran for her life as Lord Borr ran (how could he run with that body?) towards a window, but a girl was blocking his way...oh poor girl! Lyra had almost reached the entrance door when she heard a loud noise behind her. The Disgusting Man was running towards the door!!! The second year dived out of the way towards her right , hitting a chair with her head and fell to the floor. A bruise started to become visible on her head but she ignored it. Lyra stared with shock at the scene beside her as the Professor had blocked the exit with his HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE body.
Now, covered in vomit and with a bruise on her forehead, Lyra started to gag too. She closed her eyes and held her breath, trying to block out EVERYTHING around her.

NO! NO, THIS COULD NOT BE HAPPENING! As if the lesson had not been bad enough so far, his self-proclaimed greatness Lord Borr had started to vomit all over the place, too! Marina squeezed herself into a corner, pressed both her hands over her mouth and nose and looked resolutely at the wall, trying to think of someting beautiful. Tears started to run down her face and she started to rock forewards and backwards. Her head hit the wall every few seconds.
Something hit her back, something warm and liquid, that started to soak through her clothes. She tried to think of something beautiful. Her head hit the wall.

"Hmm?" she said when someone started to speak to her, but she didn't hear what they said. "Ummm...good?" she replied, trying to not sound confused, but then was distracted when she heard someone speaking up at the front.

Evelyn looked over at the woman who entered the classroom moments before. 'She's the healer?' she thought in surprise. 'And we are aloud to leave-' without finishing her thought process, Evelyn grabbed her bag and ran up to the woman. "We are aloud to leave, Miss?" she asked politely, looking down at the professor. "I hope you feel better professor." she said, looking back up to the healer, hope filling her eyes.

Bleargh!

Skye was hit in her head by a blast of vomit. Luckily, she was looking at the moment, but she looked up to see what was happening, and it blasted into part of her face. She dodged the flying pieces of barf and pushed back the need to vomit herself.

How was this astronomy? It was more like a reflex test. She dove under her desk, disgusted, and trying without much result to shake the chunks off.

As most of her classmates went forward one by one, LouAnn took a seat and just watched, an expression of disgust on her face. She didn't intend for her expression to be that way, but the torn hole in the man's pants added to the beads of sweat that were dripping down his face did her in. She just couldn't bring herself to go forward and hug Lord Borr as most of her classmates were doing. A glance in Daphne's Hopton's direction told her that she'd decided the same.

Everything seemed to be going well until the man pretty much erupted, disgusting vomit streaming from him in all directions. "Ewww...gross," LouAnn muttered, jumping out of her desk and trying to hide underneath the part usually used for writing. She stayed there, in what she hoped would be safety, while the man ran about the room, finally coming to a stop---or a roll, rather---right in front of the doorway. ...and now he wanted a cookie? Who could eat at a time like this? She coughed a little and then swallowed, trying not to throw up at the sights and smells of vomit around the room.

Miranda fainted, just truly fainted. Vomit was the most horrible thing in the world and this was too much for the fourth year hufflepuff, who was now in a heap on the floor.

Atleast she didn't touch the Professor when they were invited so by the Lord. She'd take fainting to being near him any day.

Carter felt a little bad for the man. Sure he was rude, but him vomiting everywhere and then passing out made Carter feel pity toward the man. Carter walked over to the healer (who thankfully cleaned up most of the mess. "Do you need any help healer ma'am?" he asked. He wasn't sure of her name.

Willie was BLINDED. Ohhh the horror. So far he had been thrown up on three times. THREE TIMES! OH THE ABSOLUTE HORROR! He was sure that he would be dreaming of vomits of all colors and... smells. Ugh.

And then, a miracle happened to him. Someone held him, waved their wand at him and all the puke was gone. Willie counted his blessings and thanked that person, yet he didn't like the tone in her voice. Pulling away from the girl, he stared at her, muttered a thank you and then stood there looking like a complete fool.

Daphne had never threatened to do him physical harm before. For a moment Raiden stared, dumbfounded, before he found his voice. It was surprisingly more commanding than he was used to hearing.

"Daphne Hopton, I don't care if you kick me, or punch me, or headbutt me... you can even set a MANTICORE ON ME BUT YOU ARE COMING BACK INSIDE THIS CLASSROOM THIS MINUTE SO HELP ME MERLIN."

And with that said, he braced himself and yanked on her waist as hard as he could. If Daphne valued her fingernails, she'd let go of the frame.

Abigail had had enough! First there was the weird professor who wasn’t teaching them anything, was instead showing his bum to the world, and gloating about his own greatness. She couldn’t see what was so great about him...unless you included his waist. He’d so far ignored her every time she’d asked or answered a question, and that was just rude.

Next came the students being sick! Why? It wasn’t a nice site she’d give them that, but there was no reason to be sick, and for that matter to stay in the class and be sick all over the other students. Thank Merlin for the older ones who knew the spell to clean it up.

And now the final straw...the women with the cookies! Abigail just didn’t trust her...all that pink.

She decided to escape and never come back. She didn’t even care if she lost point; anything was worth getting out of the class. So whilst the professor was being surrounded by students, to busy basking in his own glory to notice her leaving, she grabbed her bag and headed straight out the door passing Arrick as he slowly edged closer to it.

"No problem... I'm sorry you got puked on so bad..." Delana replied, genuinely sorry. She had gotten hit with the vomit too, but.. to have it on your face?!.. Eeewww, the thought was bad enough. I think we're allowed to leave now.. She said looking around... "I'm staying here though. This is the most entertaining thing that's happened since school started. I'm Delana by the way." She smiled a little and realized the professor was still in front of the door... "But uhmm... you... might have to find.. a.. uh.. different way out." She glanced toward the the nurse and the professor in front of the door.

Aaron noticed Lyra stopping herself from the cookies. "Lyra. They're fine. They have a nerve settler in them. I had on last year." He looked over at Evan to make sure it was okay for him to be contradicting him. He then smiled back at Lyra. "It really is, okay." Aaron then started to gag again. "In fact I need one right now.

Aaron then turned his attention again to Lord Borr. What a disgusting man. Not NEARLY as disgusting as this situation, though.

EEEEEP! Letting go of the window frame reluctantly, Daphne let Raiden hold all her weight by pretending that her legs gave out on her. "You're hurtiiing meee. I am covered in vomit and you're hurting meee."

SNIFF.

Hesitating only briefly, Cela took Lord Borr's hand and stood there awkwardly on her chair as he yelled about touching him. If she tried quite hard, she could pretend like her hand wasn't currently engulfed in sweaty flab...

Cela ducked in alarm when Lucy vomited on Borr and the next thing she knew he had turned into a giant humanish vomit hose. Celandine squeaked as she was tugged off the chair and as she landed on her knees she watched in horror as her classmates got hosed down. She was tugged around as Borr wobbled bodily around the room, slipping and sliding through the contents of Borr's stomach.

And then he fell and Celandine let out a little sob.

Her poor hand was STUCK under his BELLY.

Lip wibble.

The vomit could be worse, Cela was sure of that, and for now she ignored it in favour of pulling her wand and quietly cleaning herself and... Borr up. There were tears in the corners of her eyes and her hand was STUCK and SORE and her arm felt dreadfully WRONG.

But she didn't say anything, she just wibbled from her position, still on her knees with her arm stuck under Lord Borr.

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"OH no!" Sophie gasped as poor Berty lost his constitution. He must not be eating those special cookies she made for him to help with that. He was so delicate. She waited for him to run himself out and then went to his rescue,waving her wand around to attempt to clean up the mess (somehow, she remained perfectly crisp and fresh). "Dear, dear, Berty, I think we may have to sacrifice the end of the lesson to tend to your health. Healer's orders," she tutted as she sat down beside him and held cookie in front of his face.

Lord Borr raised his head as far as he could, wobbling this way and that as he tried to get whatever was WEDGED UNDER HIM (like he didn't have enough problems!) out. Like a snapping turtle, he lurched up and took the cookie with his mouth.

CHEWCHEWCHEWCHEW.

Melita's cookies WERE TRULY HEALING! "Give one to EVERYONE, Melita. They've seen what happens to truly great men, like me, when they're introduced to SUCH HEATHENS. THE HEATHENS CANNOT TAKE IT. I bet they are truly traumatized by that IDIOT GIRL."

Lord Borr finished his cookie and indicated that he would be needing another by opening his mouth again.

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Miranda fainted, just truly fainted. Vomit was the most horrible thing in the world and this was too much for the fourth year hufflepuff, who was now in a heap on the floor.

Atleast she didn't touch the Professor when they were invited so by the Lord. She'd take fainting to being near him any day.

"AND someone throw water on her! THERE WILL BE NO SLEEPING IN MY CLASS, PARTICULARLY NOT IN THIS EMERGENCY SITUATION!!!!!!"


.... his tummy began to RUMBLE. "You dismiss them, Miss Melita, but not before homework. For homework they all are to write an ode about their role model and include a list of 10 professions that are BETTER THAN A LAZY STARGAZER."


Ohhhhh POOOR POOR LORD BORR.


It was not Lord Borr, BUT SOMEONE let out a loud bit of flatulence. AS IF THE ROOM NEEDED MORE SMELLS. "One more cookie, love. Please."

Tavelon had been inching his way towards Lord Borr to... touch him? Already having given him a hug, he wasn't relishing the idea of doing so again. But the word 'relish' came to mind a second time as from the center of the crowd came an eruption of greenish-yellow vomit. Backing away as if from a small volcano, Tavelon thought he had escaped when Berty Borr joined in.

This is what people must be thinking before a tsunami hits Tavelon thought.

Tavelon would have rather been in a tsunami, though, because this tidal wave was the foul expulsion of Lord Borr.

There was no escaping this one, and Tavelon was flecked with vomit (Though the human shield of his classmates kept him from the brunt of the assault).

Tavelon thought nothing disgusted him more than vomit, but being hit with it was worse.

Aaron grabbed a cookie before going to get his books. he ate it.

Aaaaaaaaaaah.... Yum. It was good, but he needed a cauldron cake. He reached in his pocket and grabbed one. He popped it into his mouth. YUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM... Aaron then wrote down his homework and walked towards the door but noticed Lord Borr on the floor blocking the door. "Um... Have a better day, Lord!" He then manuvered his way around the man on the floor and walked away...

"You need to wait for Lord Borr to dismiss you dear," Melita said, distracted by her poor, sweet, Berty on the floor.
"Oh, aren't you a dear. You need to come to my audition on Sunday afternoon. You'll be a lovely assistant, just wait here a moment and we'll see if I need you," she beamed, broadly at the child before turning her full, unwavering, attention on poor dear Berty as he spoke.
Melita shoved another cookie in his mouth and then turned to that boy. "Take the platter of cookies and give two to each student on their way out, please, thank you," Sophie beamed and then turned back to Berty as she pulled more cookies from her pocket and sat right next to his bulk to feed him cookies.

Emalyn could not believe she was here. Vomit. Smells. COOKIES, of all things. And all ways out of the classroom were pretty much blocked. The last thing she wanted to do was crawl over Borr.

She hurried over to where Miranda lay unconcious. She picked her head off the floor and hovered her wand over her, muttering "Aguamenti." A soft stream of water ran over the girl's face. "You okay?" she asked her friend.

Stupid stupid stupid class!