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Great Hall https://s26.postimg.cc/h3tygvpp5/great-hall-banner.jpg Rain or shine, the Great Hall continues to be the hub of the school. Four long tables, one for each House as defined by the banners floating above them, are stationed in the enormous room facing the raised table reserved for the school staff. Already placed on the tables are silver plates with accompanying cutlery and goblets. Mountains of food and pitchers containing your favourite beverages are at your fingertips. |
To anyone and everyone! Getting to breakfast was always one of Ewan’s favourite things to do. Especially now. Walking in, he couldn’t help but admire the beauty of the hall. Sitting down at the Ravenclaw table, Ewan reached for his favourite pancakes with maple syrup and started to devour the sloppy mess in front of him. It was a good thing there was no one else around because this was some spectacle. Thinking ahead to today, he was not sure what he wanted to do. After all, he hadn’t been here in a while. Maybe exploring the castle would be fun. He’d heard of a room that vanishes and reappears somewhere. With a big sigh, Ewan stretched his arms and looked up at the clear blue sky. "Where could this room be?", he whispered under his breath, a small frown upon his usually smiling face. |
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Cal was hungry and ready for breakfast after he had done the five laps required of each student around the pitch. He had decided to stop into the Great Hall before heading down to his dorm and such to get showered and dressed. This morning he was just far too hungry to be waiting. He hadn't had dinner the night before.. Instead he had been in detention for yet another infraction and had to do his assignments else risk being assigned to ANOTHER detention or something else. When he enter the Hall he was about to go and sit at his table, but he happened to see Eeewan sitting alone at his. So, he decided to go and see hw he was getting along with all the new rules and regulations they were having to deal with now. Without warning he walked over and plopped down beside him as if this was his usual morning routine and started to fill up his plate and goblet with food and juice. " Hey, Ewan.. How's it goin', Mate?.. Glad to be back? Or are ya as sickened at the regime as I am? " |
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Taking a sip of his morning tea, he turned back to his breakfast. Unsure of what had caused his fellow second year to come and speak to him. Having not really run afoul of the new rules, it was slightly strange for him to have such a strong view on the new rules. Maybe it was just the inevitability of it, because he knew he’d end up on the wrong side of them at one point. “What about you? I mean, how was detention?”. Despite his own zombie like stupor at the beginning of this term, even he had heard of the amount of points that Cal had lost. |
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" Aye.. They're a bit much, but I'm not lettin' 'em bully me into submission. I've never been one to do that and I'm sure as Merlin's beard I'm not gonna start now.. ", Cal said as he cut up his toast into little bits to mix with his eggs and ketchup. This way it was easier for him to virtually shovel it into his mouth. " Detention is just that.. Detained from things I'd rather be workin' on.. I just wish I wasn't so easily provoked.. And this lot enjoys takin' points too! I can't do a blinkin' thing without losin' point for Hufflepuff. And now Noble's startin' to ride my rear about it all!.. That's all I need is for him to nag at me all term about my behavior.. He'll make life in Potions unbearable.. Ya know he will." , he added as he steeped his tea then added just a touch of cream. " I wanna start a student group to protest the new regime.. Would ya be interested in joinin'?" |
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“What did you have in mind?”, curiosity getting the better of him now. “I mean, I’m up for a bit of mischief if you are”, his mind wandering slightly to all of the different ways the new ‘rules’ could be broken. Hesitating slightly now, he looked at the Hufflepuff in the face now, a crease forming on his face. “Why are you asking me? Why now?”, curiosity again getting the better of him. He didn’t fancy getting in trouble for no reason. What if the boy was just setting him up? Playing him for a fool? After all, this wouldn’t be the first time this has happened. Going slightly glossy eyed, Ewan’s mind wandered back to last year, specifically his interactions with Quinn. |
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" That bit I'm not yet certain on.. Still workin' on the plans, but I can assure ya, they'll be brilliant.", Cal answered with one cheek stuffed with breakfast bits. " I just know I wanna ruin the gaffer's day as often as I can. He's makin' us miserable.. I say what goes around comes around.", he added with a simple shrug. Truth be told, Cal was the eye for an eye type of bloke.. Go ahead, poke the sleeping bear. Or in this case, badger.. Go on and poke it 'til it bares it's teeth, but you're liable to get bit. " Honestly, Ewan, I need numbers to corrupt the masses. Plus, I know yur not too keen on the new rules.. You're in Ravenclaw.. You could rally more supporters there for our cause.. If we're gonna be effective we're gonna need help. " |
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“Okay, Okay. So, you want me to recruit some fellow Ravenclaws? I can do that”, enthusiasm seeing into his voice now. “You know, there have been a fair few rebel groups in Hogwarts History? I mean, it may be worth doing some research on them”, his mind racing at all of the books to check. It was settled. “I’m in!”. |
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The second year badger nodded at the knowledge of the rebellious of Hogwart's past.. " Aye.. I been meanin' to go up and read up on what occurred when the ministry decided to interfere here.. See how they handled it then.. We might be able to use some of their ideas.. If it worked before, I reckon it may again.. " |
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Okay. So, this is interesting. “Hmm... that’s a good start! I mean, it would be handy to have a few old students possibly, but we need to be careful who we ask. I mean, a prefect would be useful!”, Ewan replied, his mind thinking over all the different possibilities. “I mean, maybe... hmm...Do you think a staff member? Or is that too far”. He was more talking to himself there. After all, he really wasn’t sure how far his fellow students would want to go. Pushing his plate to one side, he retrieved his trusty notepad from his backpack. “If you want, we could head up there together sometime and do a little research?”. History of Hogwarts always interested him, and finding out how previous students rebelled against the establishment is just too interesting to turn down. “And also, it may be worth getting everyone together to have a meeting”, his pen flying across his notepad. |
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Callum gave his classmate a nod. It would surely help to have older students join their ranks. Higher years equaled more knowledge to be shared.. But the whole prefects and professors idea seemed a bit steep to be asking for. " I don't know if I'd want to ask any prefects and I certainly don't want to be the cause of one of the sympathetic professors to be dismissed from employment.. We shouldn't ask for that.. They're already trying to shield us all as best they can. ", he said as he shook his head a bit. " Yeah.. That'd be a good idea.. More eyes see more pages of parchment. ", Cal said with a grin. This was going to be awesome! Ewan was proving Callum's decision to go and take a chance in joining the second year Ravenclaw to be a smart one.. " Mhm.. I agree, but we can't have a mass meeting.. It'd draw too much unwanted attention.. We've got to avoid detection until the absolute last moment. That way they'll have way of stopping us.." |
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“Great! You just let me know when you want to go and I’ll be there!”, grinning back at Cal, his mind already coming up with several books that may be handy. Surprisingly, as the conversation continued, Ewan couldn’t help but smile and smile, which was very surprising. It wasn’t often that someone could make him forget about his summer. The second year Ravenclaw couldn’t help but continue to write now. Plans. Book names. Everything was going down in it. You could almost see his brain going into overdrive. “So, what have you got planned so far?”, his face looking up briefly, to look at Callum, his face with a wide grin. It wasn’t the same cheeky grin as last year. It was more of a, pixie like grin. |
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" I'm gonna head up later after classes, if ya wanna join me, that'd be great! ", Cal beamed. This was, indeed, shaping up to be the start to his day since returning to these storied halls. " We haven't done much beyond making posters to hang and pranking the turds with nasty treats.. Beyond that we haven't anything.. Like I said... We need the number to do something of consequence.. We haven't got 'em yet. Our goal right now is to see our numbers swell beyond the point of contestation.", Callum said bluntly. He had a strategic mind. One honed at the game of wizards' chess. He knew that each move they made had a direct affect on all that presently resided within the castle's walls. |
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“Hmm... Okay, okay. We’ll see if we can change this soon”, Ewan continued. Patience was not his strong point. Callum may be a strategist and Ewan was too. But he wanted action. “Okay so plan for right now, we recruit!”. Standing up now, he reached for his backpack and placed his notepad safely in. “I did not expect this when I sat down this morning but I’m glad you sat down”, a mischievous smile across his face. “I’m going to go grab some books from my trunk. I’ll see you in class”, his backpack over his shoulder now, his hand outstretched to his new...uh...friend? Strange. |
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Cal was unable to suppress the joy that was smeared on his face, so he just let it be. No sense in pushing down this proud moment.. The birth of true revolution. And here they were. Unlikely friends made. " I'm glad I joined ya too, Ewan.. Ya know.. I really am sorry for givin' ya a hard time last term.. I just didn't like guys talkin' to Ry... I'm tryin' to work on that this term.. Oh!.. I've got a few books in my trunk that may be good sources as well.. I'll bring 'em with me. ", he said as he took hold of his hand and gave it a firm shake. |
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" I appreciate yur understanding, Mate.. See ya later.. ", Callum said with a bright grin as he let his hand fall back to his lap. He watched as his new friend departed and gave him a wave back before turning back to his meal. As he sat there finishing his breakfast he could feel the balance beginning to shift and this brought him an intense will to move the parts that needed moving to gain their intent and goals. |
Rose walked to the Ravenclaw house table. Ready to eat dinner this evening. She smells of pork & roasted chicken came from the other tables. She waited for her new friend to meet her here for dinner. She began to make her plate as she waited with mashed potatoes, roasted chicken & corn on the cobb. Afterward she began to sip and eat happily. |
Tristan sat at the staff table reading the Daily Prophet, which absolutely hadn't mentioned a thing about all the firings happening at Hogwarts. Normally, he wouldn't have time to come all the way up to the castle for a meal, but today was a light day and he had time to come to the Great Hall for lunch. Besides, his hut was too quiet and kind of lonely at the moment. Kalen had been gone for a few weeks now, and it was still difficult for Tristan to get past. He hadn't been the same; he was angry, sad...and just sort of lost. He knew it was taking a toll on his students and he wished for their sake he could pull himself out of it, but nothing he tried worked. Tristan sighed, folding up and setting down the Prophet before taking a ship of his Chai. The sandwich on his plate sat untouched. |
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A sneer crossed his face as he looked at the man and he shook his head a little. “I’ve heard rumors of how close you were to the Professor I’ve replaced.” And while the words may have been conversational, the tone was icy.. “it’s too bad he couldn’t pay attention to rules.” |
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As the anger rolled through him, Tristan clenched his jaw a few times before he was able to comment. "Yes, because giving your students hot chocolate and tea on a particularly cold night when you have to be outdoors for a lesson should get people fired." He said with extreme sarcasm. Tristan quickly plucked up the Daily Prophet again, opening it to block the other man from view, hoping he would get the clue to stop talking. |
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“Oh, I guess it’s not any of my business, I was just trying to make conversation. I see that Kennedy is a sore subject, I’ll leave it alone.” Gustave took a sip of his hot coffee and looked down at his food. He smirked to himself and the sneer came over his lips again. “Cold nights or not, rules are rules and should be obeyed. That’s why I’m here. Because I’ll follow any rule, big or small, and I won’t get fired for something fully idiotic.” His voice got even more pleasant if that was at all possible. “And those pathetic prefects won’t have to rat me out. How did he feel hmm? Betrayed by one of his own students! Ohh, that has got to hurt.” A soft cackle left his lips as he looked over at the man. |
Open and mentions of Wayland and Patrick had followed the rules showing up to the great hall like when he was in the muggle school back in the states. They had set lunch times and if you missed it you were tough out of luck. But this time around it felt like punishment and he didn’t like it at all. Just as he was sitting down he noticed his new... or newer head of house start talking to Professor Wayland. He was just close enough to hear a bit of the conversation but far enough away that he wouldn’t get in trouble for hearing what the newer head of house said to Professor Wayland. Grabbing a piece of food he put it in his mouth in hopes of not drawing attention to himself. La roux |
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"INCARCEROUS!" Tristan yelled at the top of his lungs, his wand tip pointed at the other man as ropes shot out of it. With another flick of his wand he sent a silent banishing charm at the man hoping to toss him across the room. He then sent a stunning spell and a full-body bind curse. One right after the other, not giving the other man a chance. The creatures professor moved next to Le Roux, and if the spells he sent hadn't knocked the other professor out already, he was sure the punch that he just landed on the mans jaw may have. Muggle fighting was so worth it sometimes. |
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He took a seat opposite of the slytherin quidditch captain and grabbed an egg. There was no rule on where to sit during lunch right? There never had been but then again there were so many rules these days it was hard to keep up. "I can sit here right?" he asked him just in case. "Or is there a new rule i missed?" As he peeled off the shell, Dorian was oblivious to what was happening at the staff table until he had heard a shout. Curiously, the boy looked over with half an egg in his mouth and upon seeing the sight of Professor Wayland having ATTACKED the new Astronomy Professor, he froze for a second or three and stopped chewing. "S-should we leave?" he asked as he turned back slowly. |
The headmaster had arrived in the Great Hall for their scheduled lunch a few minutes later than usual. He had troublemakers to take care of before making his way down. By the sight of the hall, it seemed like there would be more troublemakers in the mix. His gaze first landed on the Slytherin Captain and the Ravenclaw, one of which had already started eating and one of which was technically not in the right place. Scrimgeour's eyes narrowed. Did he have to make even more rules for things that should have been common sense? It was polite to wait for the head of the school to be seated before eating, and each of the Houses had their own table for a reason. Fortunately for the boys, the old man was forced to direct his attention to the staff table. He turned just in time to see the Care of Magical Creatures professor attack his highly qualified Astronomy replacement. Scrimgeour was ... not surprised. He knew that Wayland wouldn't last long after the departure of his precious butterfly of a friend. It was only a matter of time for the bad egg to crack. "WAYLAND!" the man grunted at the top of his lungs. He quickly made his way up to the staff table. Parchment and a self-inking quill had been conjured. They were writing away as the ex-Auror moved toward Le Roux to undo any potential spells that may have hit and help the poor man up. "Pack your bags and leave immediately. You are fired," he spat at Wayland. For good measure, he sent the completed letter over to him with a wave of his metallic hand and then pointed at the large double doors. Text Cut: Letter |
Text Cut: Dorian and headmaster Patrick looked up at Dorian. “Hey man. Uh I don’t think they have man that’d be the pits if it was. I’m really hoping they didn’t I’m starting to lose points left and right.” he watched as the boy peeled an egg. Patrick was shoveling some of the salad he was eating before his main meal into his face. His eyes were continuously tracking the movements between the professors up front. He was just about to ask Dorian how his classes were going when the dabocle between the professors escalated. The headmaster sacked him right there. He was shocked. He loved hanging out down at Professor waylands barn especially since it felt like home. “uh I mean aren’t we supposed to finish our meal and stuff? Wouldn’t the headmaster say we should leave?” he blinked his eyes a couple times trying to evaluate just what was going on at hogwarts. |
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Stony faced, Tristan took the letter from the headmaster, and without reading it crumpled it with one hand and threw it on the ground. "You're a daft old cow if you think you are making this school better Scrimgeour. It didn't need fixing." With that he turned on his heel, and left the dais, boots angrily clomping against the stone floor. He knew he shouldn't have done it but, his anger got the best of him. He would miss the students, but maybe the transition would be better with a new staff, or maybe it would go horribly wrong. But, unfortunately, he wouldn't be around to see it. He quickly walked out of the Great Hall, not looking back to see the shocked faces of his beloved students. |
"I hope there is no rule as well." he said with a mouthful of half chewed egg. "I mean, what's wrong with sitting at other House tables right? Isn't school about learning and making frie---" He stopped talking as the doors of the Great Hall opened and the Headmaster appeared. If he could, Dorian would have vanished to a different location right there because the sight of the Headmaster send a rule to his mind that they weren't supposed to eat before the Headmaster had arrived. His shoulders stiffened, his eyes were casted down at the table and he stopped chewwing on the egg. But when nothing happened and Dorian assumed that he hadn't been caught, he carefully looked back up to see the Headmaster walk past the table and to the staff's. The fourth year flinched at the voice calling for Professor Wayland and his gaze went to look at the scene. He saw a parchment and self-inking quill appear and the Ravenclaw wondered what the Headmaster was writing. He got his answer a few moments later when Professor Wayland threw the paper away and Dorian then watched him walk past their table without even looking back. "Did---did Professor Wayland just get fired?" he asked the Slytherin with a nervous laugh. He knew the answer of course. How many GOOD professors was the Headmaster going to fire? He was about to go after him. To say SOMETHING but Patrick's words stopped him and he lowered back down on the bench. "Right.. I forgot about that, thanks." It was definitely not wise to go against the Headmaster, especially at this moment. "This is all kinds of wrong..." he mumbled as he looked away from the door of the Great Hall where Professor Wayland had just vanished and back to the staff dias with a small frown. "Though...he did attack another professor..." that had been wrong as well. Merlin's Beard he had just realised that he couldn't remember the new Astronomy professor's name. It was something French right? Or spanish? ... Aww man, he had sat at this table to socialise but now he did not know what to say. Because what on earth could you talk about when you just witnessed an excellent Professor getting fired? So instead , the Ravenclaw stabbed the last half of his egg with a fork and ate it with the frown still on his face |
Different TL from the dramaz up there // For dormie Benji <3 Despite how many months have already passed since the current rules were implemented, Drew still found himself rather uncomfortable with that, though not as much as when they were first introduced. He still wished things were back to normal, minus all the life-threatening experiences. Right now, his mind and body were both set on auto-pilot mode as he slipped into his usual seat on the Ravenclaw table at the Great Hall. Which he would have taken to his dormitory to avoid socialization, but alas. Drew had to crack out of his shell to abide by the rules of meal times and venues as well. How unfortunate. And he would normally also have a nice comic book with him too as he ate, but the new rules have limited him into reading only educational material which wasn't that much of a bad thing. Drew just missed having a bit of freedom. Drew scanned the plates of food available for a moment before ultimately deciding on a sandwich and taking his Charms textbook out for some advanced reading. Like he wasn't already almost done with the rest of their book. |
SPOILER!!: Dormie It had been a long day already, and Benji was feeling a strange mixture of tired, annoyed, and overjoyed. He was quite good at compartmentalizing, you know. To explain: Tired because waking up early every day meant he wasn't always getting the sleep he needed. (He would truthfully rather be taking a nap than eating, but he knew he would regret it later for many reasons if he skipped this meal.) Annoyed at just the thought of the rules and new professors and other foolishness going on. Overjoyed because... Penny. Enough said. He stretched a bit as he entered the Great Hall and looked over at the Hufflepuff table quickly, scanning for his girlfriend, although he knew he wouldn't be allowed to sit with her. He didn't see her. She must not have made it down here yet. He turned his attention to the Ravenclaw table, surveying it until he spotted an open place near Drew, who he shared a dorm with. Truthfully, he didn't know the boy well, or any of his dorm mates, for that matter. He tended to keep to himself, as most of them did, as well. He slid into the space and carefully picked out the food he wanted. "Hey," he greeted Drew. "Reading ahead for Charms?" |
Text Cut: <3 If there was anything that Drewett was good at, besides solving the Rubik's Cube and doing Charms and other things that he wouldn't openly boast about, it would be that he was good at ignoring everything around him when he was seated in his house table. At times, socialization was a tad bit overwhelming for him. He was only ever comfortable with his friends and his family at the Stemp House. However, Benji's presence did not go unnoticed. Drew didn't always acknowledge a lot of things, but he was at least aware of his surroundings. Drewett finished the sentence he was scanning through before looking up at Benji. They shared a dorm and all, but the Ravenclaw knew that his roomies needed space which he respected. It was kind of ironic, really, that he didn't know Benji that well. Perhaps it was because Drew spent more time with his owl or Hudson lately, or that he was a bit pre-occupied with the inevitable drama in his life. Which is unfortunately, for someone so introverted, a lot. "Hey," Drew greeted as well, offering a small smile as he folded the corner of the page before closing the book. That way, he'd remember where he had stopped, and it would also seem disrespectful to divide his attention when talking to someone else. "I... yeah, a bit..." If anything, he was way advanced and far into their textbook already. "How has your d-day been?" Drew was working on upping his small talk game, he really was. |
Skyler opened and closed her mouth several times. What...had just happened? Professor Wayland had been fired? She frowned. After the camotion, she was glad that she was not the cause of his getting fired. She blinked at her food, suddenly not feeling hungry anymore. |
Text Cut: Drew-boo-boo <3 "'S been okay," Benji shrugged. "I'm pretty tired, though. How about yours?" He wasn't really in the mood for complaining, so even though his day was closer to "meh" than "okay," he was content to leave his answer as it was. He glanced over one more time at the Hufflepuff table, trying not to be obvious. He didn't want his roommate to think he was a jerk or not paying attention to him. He just really wanted to catch a glimpse of the girl he had to sneak around to see, what with the new regime and all. Still not there. Oh, well. They'd see each other later, anyway. He shook his head slightly, trying to clear his thoughts of Penny and focus on talking to the boy in front of him. Hormones, ya know? They're distracting. "So... What's new?" Truthfully, Drew could say literally just about anything, and it would qualify as new information for Benji. How strange that they lived in the same immediate area, and still, he didn't really know anything about him other than that he had an owl. And that was a lame thing to know about someone, especially when practically everybody had an owl. (Benji much preferred cats, but to each his own.) He was a nice person, friendly, even, he swore it! He was just... a bit preoccupied and introverted. That combination didn't lend itself well to small talk. He really felt like he could use all the friends he could get right now, though, so he was trying here. Hopefully Drew didn't think he was a dork. Or a rude jerk. (He was sort of kicking himself over the whole staring-at-the-Hufflepuff-table thing.) Maaaaaybe they could be roommates and also friends? Who knew? |
open post For the record: The lunch today sucked. It sucked almost as bad as Professor Fletcher's stupid cheese head. And THAT was a very hard feat to pull. Zoryn Amari Spinnet would rather be fed soggy, lukewarm, UNSPICED cardboard infused with locks of Sylvie Norcott's mint hair. This was a TRAVESTY. Honestly, was lunch options a type of divinations? Lunch-o-mancy or something? Because after one bite, Zoryn knew that the day was about to be miserable. That's the clearest reading she had ever done too. Normally she just made this ish up. Anyways that's why she was eyeing her soup like it was the return of voldemort's saliva. |
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we're here as well Tad wasn't a fan of today's meal. The health craze sure had it's benefits except for one thing, flavour. He was going to have some pudding to wash down the nasty taste. So while gulping down the meal he turned his head toward his Head of House who was speaking. He didn't like this man, he was MEAN. After hearing him talking about how spoiled the girl was Taddy's mouth gaped open at the words he said to the older girls. Should he say something? Maybe. But could he? It was hard to tell with how wide his mouth gaping at the sight. He just stared and stared. |
whoops Sylvie Norcott, mint haired as ever, had taken the long way around to her table. Out of habit probably, she'd passed by the Ravenclaws first and searched for one specific person before remembering she couldn't quite do that anymore. Well she could, but it made her both sad and happy and angry and distraught all at the same time and honestly? she just wanted to eat some lunch. Feelings were so exhausting. Rubbing her eyes and stifling a yawn, she turned to make her way towards her table, spotted Zoryn Spinnet and began to turn to the other end when she noticed Ainsworth there. From the expression on his face, Sylvie instantly knew he was doing his thing again. Ugh, she hated him more than all the other professors combined, he's the worst. Inching closer, because she doesn't know how to stay away from bad situations, Sylvie's frown deepened as she caught the end of his words. "She doesn't have to eat the soup just because you tell her to," she pointed out as she joined the group, looking defiantly at the sorry excuse of a muggle studies professor. Sorry excuse for a wizard. Sorry excuse for a MAN. Ha. |
wow, this really flourished... ALL OF Y'ALL Zoryn looked up, hearing an unexpected voice. Chloe Kettleburn was strange. On one hand, the girl hardly behaved obscenely so one would think she was perfectly normal upon first glance. Zoryn, however, knew this was not the case. The Ravenclaw was much more than that. She was just about the weirdest person at this whole school. No offense. Zoryn kind of liked it. Shaking her head in reply the Gryffindor spoke, “hardly.” The soup was HORRIBLE. “It’s almost as bitter as Fletcher.” Her eyes brightened as Chloe offered up her pudding, but the mood quickly dampened as Rafferty made his way over just a few seconds later. It’s like he was desperate to make friends, but too awkward to know how. The man was always sticking around her like a trail of liquid glue. Zoryn rolled her eyes while he was still behind her and couldn’t see her face, but put on a grand show of greeting him with a smile. “Hi Professor,” yuck. “Even better idea, I’ll split my soup with you! We can go halfsies.” GRIN. She’d rather shove it down his obscenely tight pants. “Sharing would be good practice for me. Since I’m so spoiled and all… Don’t you think, Chloe?” While Zoryn was busy being the most clever 17 year-old on the face of this planet, a few others had joined them. An audience! Wonderful. And Sylvie. Even more wonderful. ugh gross. Zor was absolutely certain her dormmate would be very smug about the circumstances she had waltz into, but instead…. Sylvie did something surprising. She had stood up for Zoryn once more. This took the Beater by surprise, her facial expression faltered for just a moment as she just stared at Sylvie in shock before turning her head back to Rafferty. Zor would think about the implications of this moment later. Because currently, there were more annoying matters at hand. Like this bland, tasteless, sorry excuse for a human being and exemplary substitute for plain, white bread: Rafferty Ainsworth. YEAH, WHAT SHE SAID. Ainsworth? More like PAINSworth. Boom. |
Chloe hadn't even had time to consider the consequences of giving up her pudding to Zoryn (bye, pudding, we'll miss you so much) when they had an audience. Not so bad that the firstie and Sylvie were there, since Chloe would split her pudding three ways if they all wanted in on it... but Rafferty was there too. Book burner and killer of souls in the very flesh. "It isn't that she must have my pudding, sir, but that I'm offering it to her. We're very good friends and I like to share with her." In fact, in spite of the fact that this was a Slytherin at her own table, the sixth year Ravenclaw seated herself beside the girl and placed her pudding on Zoryn's tray. "Here, give me that soup to finish. I've been so busy today and I'm starving, and because you are so good at sharing, I know you'll give it to me." She wiggled her fingers to claim the soup bowl. See that, Rafferty? Nothing to see here. "SYLVIE. Sit down and shush, my deeaaaaaaaaaar friend. You should share this soup with us." Oh. It did look pretty horrid, didn't it? |
Was Rafferty aware that he was attracting attention? Yes he was. Rafferty was basking in the attention. Those sharp eyes didn't miss Potter watching. They also did not miss that hair. “Norcott. I do not remember asking for your opinion. You will revert your hair back to its natural color or find yourself in yet another detention. Do so now. In the meanwhile twenty points from Gryffindor.’’ Rafferty’s lips curled. Did Spinnet think that she could get to him? Get on his nerves? Frustrate him? How wrong she was. Rafferty was usually as cool as a cucumber. “Oh no. I could not possibly take your soup and rob you of that nutritious meal. No no. I insist you have it all.’’ “While I simply must applaud your attitude, Kettleburn I must insist that Spinnet eat that soup.’’ Rafferty’s tone was sarcastic, smooth, soft and deadly. |
Sylvie didn't remember asking Ainsworth to do much of anything and yet here they were. Confused by Chloe's request to sit, Sylvie nevertheless was about to join her because it seemed harmless when Ainsworth spoke up again and honestly, she REALLY hated this man. REALLY. And no one's touching her hair. Her hair is her favourite thing about herself right now. "I'm of age Professor I can choose what colour I want my own hair to be, and it's got nothing to do with school. Even more than Zoryn's soup," she retorted, barely blinking at the points or the threat of detention. She's been in so many detentions this term, what's another one to add to the collection? Also, Ravenclaw was totally winning the cup this year, so the point loss didn't bother her much either. What DID bother her was his cruelty. His stupid, needless, baseless cruelty. In fact, Sylvie Norcott was starting to think that Scrimgeour HIMSELF would find Ainsworth appalling, because of how stupid he is. Scrimgeour did not like stupid people. Perhaps she should tell him. MMMM. Where's Christopher? Time for another sacking. |
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“I doubt that ridiculous color is your natural color.’’ Without a moment’s hesitation Rafferty unholstered his wand. “Detention and points loss do not seem to be working on you brats. Sterner punishment is what you need.’’ There was an incantation uttered at the same time that Rafferty’s wand pointed directly at Norcott. Blinding white light lit up around them. This was the combination of an extremely strong Stinging Jinx. The kind that would produce intense and painful scorch marks that lead to nasty swelling. |
He insisted that Zoryn eat her soup? Like, he was being so nice and polite to Chloe, but he was force feeding soup to Zoryn and taking points from Sylvie over her pretty green hair. Maybe if Chloe weren't a Ravenclaw, he'd be rude to her too, especially since she was the only one really defying him. She was in the process of taking the soup away from Zoryn and spilling it on purpose (because then no one could eat it) when Rafferty pulled his wand and hexed Sylvie. Chloe honestly thought she'd misunderstood what had happened, or maybe it was some other... similar... spell? But no, not mistaken. Definitely happened. Chloe shot to her feet, upsetting her own tray in the process. "Sir! You can't... she's... sir!" Merlin, was Sylvie okay? |
hi, i still exist! thanks! “If she’s gotta change her hair color back to natural, then you do too,” there was no way Zoryn was buying the fact that his head was still producing any sort of pigment. He was clearly full of grey. Cool as a cucumber? Must’ve been one of those fried cucumbers then. ”No, no, I insist, sir!” And then for some reason everything happened all at once. Soup was being spilled. A hex was being shot. And Zoryn Spinnet had grabbed a bottle of hot sauce off the table, squirted it’s entire contents into Ainsworth’s eyes, and kicked him with all the strength she could muster (which was a WHOLE lot because she was an athlete) right square between his legs. All within a span of 30 seconds Yes, you read that correctly. Zoryn Spinnet just kicked fire and fury at Rafferty Ainsworth’s ~~manhood~~. Get 'em where it hurts the most, yeah? Suddenly, the enemy of her enemy was her friend and Sylvie Norcott wasn’t that bad after all. Though, Chloe was checking on her right? Because Zoryn opted to take the offense. |
... yikes™ No, it doesn't have anything to do with school, is he thick? "There's no rule on hair colours!" she can READ. Yeah okay she can't remember a bunch of the rules because there's WAY too many she knows that OTHER STUDENTS also have funky coloured hair and he's really just picking on her at this point. Professors weren't supposed to pick on ONE student. Or... two, because Zoryn as well, kinda. Wait, what? What "sterner punishment" was he talking about? Was he pulling out his wand?? She didn't have time to even register what was happening before there was a bang of blinding light and suddenly she was stumbling backwards, in AGONY. Sylvie cried out, her face swelling rapidly beneath terrified fingers as she tried to somehow stop the pain from spreading, unable to see or hear anything that's going on. Her eyes wouldn't open, screaming hurt even more, and she could feel burns - scorch marks - on skin that didn't feel anything like her own face. "WHA' DI YOU DO 'ME??" she managed to wrangle out, CRYING as tears squeezed out of slits that used to be her eyes. |
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While hot sauce did get plastered on his face it saved Rafferty from being kicked. How? When the sauce landed on him, Rafferty staggered backward and out of reach of Spinnet’s leg. Rather fortunate for him. Rafferty growled in anger. He clawed at his eyes and face which only made things worse as the sauce spread. His face felt like it was on fire. That didn’t stop him from attacking the students. Even more Stinging Hexes of the same intensity as the first were shot to the students. Because the sauce was practically blinding him with burning sensations the Hexes were not aimed at one particular person. They were thrown at random. Rafferty did not care whom he hit. Still it was very satisfying to hear Norcott cry like a baby. |
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Wanting nothing more than to grab a quick bite to eat and a hot cup of tea, Foster popped into the Great Hall. Much to his surprise, he stumbled upon a crazed sauce covered Rafferty harming students!! "What in Merlin's..." he trailed off as he bolted towards them, wand in hand. "Step away from the students, Professor Ainsworth, and put your wand away." Foster's grip on his wand tightened as he positioned himself between Rafferty and the students as much as possible. "Have you lost your mind? How dare you pull your wand on these students!" His eyes briefly left Professor Ainsworth to glance at Sylvie. "Are you okay, Ms. Norcott? Do you require medical attention? Has anyone else been injured?" He had entered just moments after the spells were cast and was unaware of the circumstances leading up to the incident. No matter the reason, no professor should ever harm a student. It was completely unacceptable. He glared at the Scrimgeour hired goon. "There is no explanation possible that will make this acceptable. I highly suggest you remove yourself from the Great Hall before you find yourself on the receiving end of a far worse spell than you have been casting at these students." Foster rarely resorted to violence, but he was willing to do whatever it took to keep the students safe. |
Ainsworth went from crazy-eyed to crazy-handed, suddenly slinging stinging hexes every which way. It probably didn't help that Zoryn attacked him first, but Chloe would expect that a man with his experience and apparently professorial disposition would be able to handle it a little more professionally. Tie her up and give her detention, perhaps. Then again, with that initial hex against Sylvie, Ainsworth had already crossed a line. And now he'd crossed all the lines, sending out a slew of hexes at uninvolved students and innocent bystander. Chloe herself was hit on her non-wand arm, and it immediately began to swell and sting, a raging red welt rising where her sleeve had been split. It hurt like the devil, but Chloe was more interested in getting to Sylvie, especially now that Professor Davis was on the scene. He could take care of Ainsworth, right? Chloe scrabbled along the floor to where Sylvie was laying. "Sylvie. Can you hear me? Just be calm, and we'll put some ice on it for now. It'll help numb the pain." She ripped her dangling sleeve loose and cast a Glacius to it before pressing it gently against the reddest welts. |
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The initial shock slowly wearing off, Sylvie started distinguishing voices. Through the tiny slits of her swollen eyes she could make out... sauce? on Ainsworth's face. And Zoryn, and Chloe, and- she yelped, another stray jinx hitting her on her left arm, but it was a mere graze compared to the situation on her face. Then there was another professor there, with his wand out and she felt a panic set in her throat yet again, shuffling backwards on all fours and away from the offending adults with their wands and their painful jinxes. Disfigured head turning, she saw Chloe kneel down and nodded at her words, not able to manage any more than that. There was no rage in her left, no righteous will to battle like last term. What was the point? Look what he'd done to her. To all of them. Sylvie was trying to get her wand out of its holster, trying to do as Chloe said, when she noted with muted horror that Zoryn was out. "TH'ORYN!" she yelled, nudging Chloe away towards her friend who was clearly in a much graver situation. Other students were around now too, but Sylvie's watery, squinted gaze had moved now to the two adults still present. At least now she had her wand in her hand. |
crashes the ainsworth,chloe,zoryn,sylvie,bettie, foster circle... After some quite interesting, fun and challenging lessons where he taught his students about water plants Professor Wishart sauntered into the great hall in a cheerful mood to get something to eat. He needed a light snack to make it to dinner without starving. However all thoughts on snacks and water lilies we're shot out of his head in the same moment his eyes took in the scene in that was taking place in the hall. Quickening his steps towards the fallen students at the sound of an excruciating scream, Rafferty with sauce all over him and Foster standing with his wand in hand looking angry. What in flaming rose bushes was going on? Joshua pulled out his wand as he got closer to his colleagues and the students on the floor. His eyes went to Foster first for an explanation since he hadn't seen or heard what had transpired before his entrance. "Professor Foster, what in merlin's acacias has happened here? Who has injured these students? Shall i send a patronus for Healer McMillan?" Turning his gaze to Bettie he asked worriedly, taking in her blooded nose and as it appeared injured arm "Ms Blackwell do you need some ice for that nose or arm?" Going over to Zoryn and Sylvie and Chloe Professor Wishart asked hurriedly "Ms Norcott, Ms Spinnet, Ms Kettleburn are you all right? Where have you been injured?" Who among them had screamed so excruciatingly from pain? |
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Did someone need to send for the Healer? YES. YES DEFINITELY. Sylvie's face was swelling shut, Zoryn had literally just passed out from the pain, Chloe could only use one arm, and that sweet baby Bettie was injured too. So yes, the normally placid Chloe was feeling a little impatient at the suggestion that they might need a Healer. It didn't feel safe to be ignoring Ainsworth, and yet, with so many professors on the scene who didn't agree with how he was behaving and so many students injured and Chloe herself fighting back tears, she was willing to let him be. Professor Foster wouldn't let anything happen to them. "Please, Professor Wishart... If you help Zoryn? She's out from getting the full blast, but I dont' know where it hit her. Sylvie was hit in the face, and it's bad." She gave the professor the most pitiful look, but at least she wasn't crying. Big brave sixth years never cried. "Is there a counterspell? No one ever taught us the counterspell?" And ice wasn't really making Sylvie any more comfortable, apparently. |
All you.. Gustave was just about to head to the kitchens to find something to drink we he walked past the Great hall and noticed.. something very interesting going on. He pulled his wand from his wrist holster and twirled it in long fingers as he walked up to the scene and calmly pointed his wand at Professor Foster. “Kindly lower your wand Foster, it’s not right to act unprofessional around the students.” He said as his icy blue eyes flicked to Wishhart and he sneered a bit. “Surely these students can take care of themselves can they not Wishart? ” His cold glance barely flicked over the injured students, or the student on the ground. “Or perhaps you would like to be on the recieving end of a spell that you will not recover from? ” He said as he raised an eyebrow. Unlike Ainsworth he was remarkably calm, but he wasn’t above using spells to get his way. He rolled his eyes a bit as he heard a student talking and he shook his head, “Stop blubbering Kettleburn, or would you like to know exactly what your classmates are going through? ” He said as he looked down at her. |
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His eyes narrowed as he took a step towards Rafferty in return. "A threat? Oh, you should have done your homework on me, Professor Ainsworth. I don't play around with threats, I make promises...and keep them." There was an eerie calm that had settled upon him as he readied himself to make good on his promise. "I'll say this one last time. Remove yourself from the Great Hall this instant. You are no longer welcome here." There was no way he was going to back down or let Rafferty continue on his rampage. He no more than finished speaking when another goon entered the Great Hall. "I'll lower my wand as soon as Rafferty leaves the Great Hall." He quickly addressed Professor Le Roux without taking his eyes off of Ainsworth. "And, you would be wise to leave with him. We don't take kindly to Professors threatening or harming students." |
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Zoryn Spinnet out, yo! It’s a good thing Zoryn had blacked out because she literally would’ve yelled at Professor Wishart’s absolute stupidity. Seriously, was EVERY Professor here incompetent???? Or maybe she would’ve yelled at Professor Le Roux for implying that this wasn’t at all a dire situation. OR perhaps she would’ve tried to kick Professor Davis the same way in which she had tried to kick Ainsworth, seeing as their Arithmancy teacher was also doing absolutely nothing to help anyone. But thankfully, Zoryn was out. The Gryffindor didn’t regain consciousness until a few moments after ‘finite’ was cast. Slowly she began to open her eyes, feeling mildly dizzy and very sore. She did try to make eye contact with Sylvie and Chloe, but ultimately decided to close her eyes again. There was nothing she wanted to do more than ACTUALLY kick Ainsworth in his ~~manhood~~ but fortunately for that block of cheese, she was in far too much pain to stand up. The hex had hit both her body and legs. And she was 100% not doing okay. So yeah, the floor was fine, thnx. |
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Finite incantatem? Chloe gave Professor Wishart such a very skeptical look at that. Yes, definitely, she knew that spell, but since her friends were laying spread out all over the floor, it seemed a bit simplistic as a counterspell. Then again, Zoryn was starting to stir, although the swelling still looked terrible. It appeared the professor knew what he was talking about and Chloe Kettleburn was a useless potato. "My arm was hit too, Bettie. Here, lemme see if this makes it feel better," Chloe pointed her wand at the girl's arm and cast Finite Incantatem. It couldn't hurt, at least. "Maybe you could do my arm? And keep that ice on your nose for now. I know it hurts." Being bossy helped calm her down. That was probably why most people went into teaching around here, right? She kept her wand loose and ready on the off chance these bozos kept after them in spite of their professorial barricade. If she had to defend Sylvie and Zoryn and Bettie, then she was ready this time. Maybe a nice Tarantallegra. She'd like to see Ainsworth do the Cha-cha Slide. |
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What....in Merlin’s beard.....was happening? Fletcher entered the Great Hall for a quick snack, stopping just beyond the giant double doors at all...this. Wands drawn at each other, Spinnet out (not necessarily a bad thing on its own but there was certainly an issue of conduct here), burns? Threats? The man lowered the apple he’d carried along from the kitchen, stunned at first but quickly regaining his composure at the mention of reporting this to the BoG. “That won’t be necessary, Wishart.” He said, moving into the room with his own calm. If he was disturbed by everything around him, it didn’t show in his expression as he calmly walked up to Le Roux and nudged his wand down with his hand. “We’ve all gotten a little heated and forgotten ourselves. It must be the impending summer.” He spared a glance about the room, irked beyond what showed on his expression. What honestly were they doing? Were they aware of the image this would cast on Scrimgeour. Something like this getting out would be....inconvenient, to say the least. ”None of this needs to leave the Great Hall. Le Roux, Ainsworth, I’d been hoping to get your help with a few things back in my office. He turned to Foster and Wishart. “I trust you can handle this minor situation appropriately and it won’t need to be brought any further. I’d hate for further re-evaluations to be done.” Scrimgeour might suddenly find himself needing to fire more people if they caught his drift. “Gentlemen.” He gestured toward the door before heading there himself. Not once did he stop to properly look at the state of the students, it would only aggravate him further. This wasn’t acceptable behaviour, but he wouldn’t go publicly scolding. It was important to maintain ranks. |
Le Roux, Davis, Fletcher mainly. Was Rafferty pleased to have reinforcements? Yes. Yes, he was. He certainly did not need Le Roux’s help to take on Davis. Rafferty only wanted back up because there were more here who were anti- Scrimgeour. As of now the focus was on Davis. Not the pesky students. Not the idiot Wishart. Not even Le Roux. Davis took a step forward and Rafferty matched it with one of his own. The wand clenched in his fist was raised even higher. “What if I refuse, Davis?’’ The question came out in a menacing growl. The arrival of Calvin did not improve Rafferty’s mood. Dueling Davis was what he wanted to do more than anything. Not even Wishart mentioning the Board of Governors was going to detour him. Only Calvin could do that because he was Scrimgeour’s right hand man. Rafferty maintained his stance for a full half a minute. A nasty hate filled glare was thrown at Davis before Rafferty moved exit the Great Hall. The other Hogwartians got no further attention from him. |
Joshua, La Roux, Calvin, students, and Rafferty. His heart pounded with anticipation. He was ready to duel Rafferty if that was what it would take to keep the students safe. Foster knew his dueling skills were modest at best, but Rafferty didn't know it. His eyes zeroed in on Ainsworth as he took another step forward and hoped Joshua would have his back. To is great relief, Calvin entered and called off the goon squad. Foster had never been so happy to see the man and almost laughed at the glare Rafferty threw his way. It took every bit of his professionalism to not give a taunting toodaloo wave as Professor Ainsworth moved to exit the Great Hall. "Don't you worry yourself, Professor Fletcher, Professor Wishart and I are more than capable of taking care of this so called minor incident. You and your fellow professors have far greater things to worry about." With Rafferty out of the way and La Roux's lowered wand, Foster spun around to help the injured students as best he could until the healer arrived. He looked to Joshua "What do you need from me?" He looked to see which students still needed attention, but Joshua and Chloe seemed to have it under control. Bettie was being helped by Chloe, Zoryn seemed to be coming to next to Sylvie and the others after Joshua's help. "How did all of this even start?" He asked Joshua, not expecting his fellow professor to have any more of an idea than he did. "And, if that..." He caught himself before saying a word that shouldn't be said around students. "If Calvin seriously thinks that this incident won't be reported, he's a bigger fool that I thought. As soon as everyone is taken care of, you and I have an owl to send." |
Le Roux Out.. Gustave really just wanted to hex that smirk off of Professor Wishharts face! Did they think he cared about the BOG? Hardly! Scrimgeour himself had hired him, if anything it was the other mans job that was at stake, and he would be watching him more closely to see if he could find him breaking the rules. The stupid former Astronomy teacher got fired for having tea on the grounds. Tea... Just Tea. Surely it would be easy to get rid of this guy? After he sent a nice stinging hex his way? Or perhaps something worse? He wondered how well the Healer knew the counter curse to sectumsempra? He was in the middle of deciding which spell to use when Calvin came over and nudged his wand hand down. Le Roux just shrugged and with a quick twirl his wand was back it its holster and he was turning to leave. “It must be the impending summer.” He sneered at the other two Professors. “Evening.” And with that he was turning and heading off after Fletcher. |
Zoryn waited until the cheese heads left to open her eyes again. "When I can feel my legs again, I'm going to kick their sorry little..." she trailed off, looking straight up at the ceiling and addressing no one in particular. No one messed with Zoryn Amari Spinnet. Revenge would be sweet. The Gryffindor slowly lifted herself off the floor to a seated position, looking at her Professors who remained nearby. "We all better get O's on the rest of our assignments for the rest of the term. Otherwise, I'm telling my parents. And they'll sue." Just so everyone knew. Zoryn was going to milk this situation for all that it was worth. It ruined any chances of her getting to play Quidditch for the rest of the weak. Sylvie looked like she was going to wake up with warflashbacks for the rest of the month. And that poor Slytherin just looked hecka confused. |
So many things happened and Sylvie had trouble concentrating, because apparently a scorched face was VERY HIGH UP THERE on the list of highly distracting things that HURT, a LOT. The ice helped somewhat, but she could hardly focus on that either. Wishart was saying stupid things, and Sylvie shrieked and rolled away from the direction of his spell, absolutely not caring if it was supposed to be helping her. NO MORE WANDS FROM PROFESSORS. Her own was useless in her hands, shivering and shaking from pain and fear and anger and worry and pain, lots of pain. Ainsworth was still standing, and Sylvie felt her eyes well up with tears just from his voice and it was the worst thing she's ever felt, right up until another of the Scrimgeour's people showed up and she tried to scramble to her feet, away from everyone who were very likely to hurt her more. She hadn't actually broken any rules this time, and she'd gotten a dark hex to the face. Professor Hirsch had never let them use dark hexes, and now she understood why. She'd just managed to get on her knees, her left arm useless to her as it too throbbed with pain, careful not to drop her wand. Turning to Chloe with a grimace, she wanted to ask for a little help once she was done with the kid but then FLETCHER appeared and she froze. If Ainsworth was capable of jinxing her, what would Fletcher do? She was rooted to the spot, knuckles white as they gripped her wand as tightly as she could, scorched and mangled face slowly turning to watch the events unfold. She was not relieved when they left. She was a little relieved when Zoryn popped right back up, almost as good as new. Davis was talking, Chloe was being helpful, Wishart was doing something or other and she.... needed to go. Right now. Barely holding back a sob, she heard what Zoryn said as she got to her feet heavily next to her. Through unnaturally puffy, beady eyes she weakly surveyed the scene before her before glancing down at the throbbing welts on her skin. If her arm looked like that, and her face felt the way it did, she could only imagine how disfigured she was right now. Probably unrecognisable. Another sob bubbled up and she couldn't stop it this time, nor the one after it or the following one after that. The tears HURT and everyone were okay but her, everyone just had small welts but her, useless, helpless, stupid Sylvie. Without a second thought, the seventeen year old turned on her heels and started to run out of the hall, professors and the hospital wing be damned. |
Wow... just... wow. Tad had no idea what to do but think, first she was being forced to eat something she didn't like and then other people were involved and.. Curses.. Spells were thrown. And more teachers came over. Everytime he had the thought on this school couldn't get any worse, there it was. Tad really needed his Auntie Elisa right now. She had something up her sleeve for one and while he didn't want to get into any trouble to be on the receiving end on these punishments... Well, right now it didn't seem to matter anymore. He couldn't last being sweet little Taddy around these evil men. So he got up and brisk-walked out of here. |
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