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The office of Professor/Groundskeeper William Walter Williamson rests in an old stone hut out on the grounds, not too far away from the edge of the magical creature sanctuary and the pasture where students usually attend Care of Magical Creatures lessons.
In addition to being an office, the hut is where Williamson lives and spends most of his time when he's not outside. You need something? Just knock. But because it is a small(ish) living space here, don't be offended if you're not immediately invited in. Outside the hut are a few weather-worn green and silver hand-painted wooden benches, which are comfortable enough to sit and wait a spell in case Williamson is busy tending to some creatures and not just ignoring your knocking in favor of a nap.
If you are invited inside the hut, you may be surprised at the general warmth and woodiness of the interior. A lot of high-quality woodwork has been preserved inside the structure as William has continuously worked on cleaning the place and installing some beadboard to lighten up the walls. Atop the large fireplace are a few pots and potions, most related to tending creature-related injuries, but some of which may be used in cooking. Additional homely but functional items, like a handmade quilt, copper tea kettles, cast iron pots and pans, a decent-sized kitchen table with six chairs, an overstuffed green plaid chair, and a soft leather couch fill out the rest of the main room. The hut is certainly bigger on the inside than it appears at first, but there are almost no personal items in sight, save a complete collection of Chocolate Frog cards, framed and resting on a trunk in the corner.
There are often creatures, creature food, and creature accessories scattered around the room, usually on the kitchen table where William tends to dump everything. But don't let that deter you. Just sit down on the couch or at the table and have a cuppa while you talk about creatures.
Oh, and don't mind the addition of his dog-ter (daughter) this year (2093): a black-and-white cruppie named April. Her pink and purple plaid dog bed is in the corner by the fireplace. Watch out if she's not in it! She LOVES to deliver playful nips and licks to the ankles.
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SPOILER!!: can we call it the friendship club instead? Get some good vibes in the air? manifest what we want?
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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl
Seriously, Cambridge?
With the spell finished on James, Williamson grunted and got himself off the couch, going over to a cabinet to loudly rummage through it, pulling out potions and bottles and unctions and all kinds of little containers and bandages and the like, all until he found what he was looking for. Of course, he was giving James a chance to talk some sense into her friend. Not that he was expecting it to work. Cambridge was a special kind of stubborn. Maybe she was half-troll? He hadn't considered this but then he'd seen stranger things in the field.
He came back, passing by Kinsay's seat, and dropping the calming potion in her lap as he passed. Then he grumpily threw himself onto the couch, stretching out like he was at a therapy appointment (and Merlin knew they were all going to need THAT after this year). He even tucked both his hands behind his head, glaring up at the ceiling with his brown eyes.
"Listen to your friend, Emmerson. She might be the last one you have. Until I'm convinced you're not a danger to yourself, me, or others, you're not leaving."
See, he could be half-troll too.
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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo
...
So...so that was it then, huh? The impasse the pair had gotten to. Kizzy was willing to put their friendship on the line for Eden Tilly. Kinsay James was willing to throw away sleepovers, gymnastics competitions, bedtime cuddles...all that...for a girl who saw her minding her own business and chose to attack her.
It said a lot.
It said everything.
Eyes filling with tears, Emmerson stubbornly tried the door. It didn't matter that Williamson said she couldn't leave, the little girl still had to try. When that truly proved impossible, Emm turned to face her apparently former friend. Despite the tears, her expression was resolute and her tone unwavering. "She's not my friend, didn't you hear her? I guess that means I don't have any left. I don't care. Let me go."
The Gryffindor's hands balled into tight fists and she defiantly turned to face the door once more. Whether it was open or not, it was her preferred view. "I don't need friends who take other people's sides. My friend would be dragging me to Headmaster Rosier's demanding justice on my behalf, like I'd have done for her without question." It was true. Eden Tilly would've been in for FAR worse if the hex had gotten Kizzy--Kinsay--instead of her.
Being able to see properly again was nice while it lasted, but it didn't last for very long. It was hard to see when your eyes were welled up with tears, did Professor Williamson know?
It was even harder to see when you were crying BIG, crocodile tears. Even though Kinsay was trying not to cry because someone had told her that crying made her a bad Gryffindor, she couldn't help it. All it took was Emmerson. One of the most important people in the entire world. And even though Kinsay had been the one to threaten the end of their friendship, she didn't mean it. Not really. She couldn't mean it, even if she should've. "Emm!" Kinsay sniffled hard, rubbing at her face and completely ignoring whatever it was that had just been dropped into her lap. She was the ugliest crier. Good thing Matty wasn't here to see. "You don't mean that! You don't! You don't!" Kinsay shook her head profusely, her whole body shaking now too.
"He's the bad guy!" Her words were only half coherent now and delivered in between pitiful sobs. Though she wasn't so much sobbing as she was wailing, at this point. "He hurt me and Phoebe and the real Headmaster Trent and he took your mum! Don't you remember?!" Kinsay Cassandra James was a mess. Her head was going all spinny and she had snot dribbling down to her robes and her eyes were all puffy and red and her whole face was a nice shade of crimson. Nevermind that she couldn't actually know if it was Rosier who kidnapped Auntie Lex. It wasn't even a connection she had made until now. But the words left her mouth and suddenly Kinsay knew they had to be true. Because Atlas said they had his dad. Plus they had the REAL Trent. And and and. The gears were turning in overdrive. Was it connections or conspiracies? This was too much thinking. She was going to faint.
Except she didn't. Not yet. Instead she was up on her feet and making her way towards Emmerson Cambridge. "Emm! What if he hurts you next?" The vial on her lap? Somewhere under the leather chair now, probably. She wanted to throw her arms around Emm, but she wasn't sure that she was allowed to.
Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
SPOILER!!: the milk before cereal killers
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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo
SPOILER!!: NO IT IS THE SNITCHIN' SQUAD, gosh
...
So...so that was it then, huh? The impasse the pair had gotten to. Kizzy was willing to put their friendship on the line for Eden Tilly. Kinsay James was willing to throw away sleepovers, gymnastics competitions, bedtime cuddles...all that...for a girl who saw her minding her own business and chose to attack her.
It said a lot.
It said everything.
Eyes filling with tears, Emmerson stubbornly tried the door. It didn't matter that Williamson said she couldn't leave, the little girl still had to try. When that truly proved impossible, Emm turned to face her apparently former friend. Despite the tears, her expression was resolute and her tone unwavering. "She's not my friend, didn't you hear her? I guess that means I don't have any left. I don't care. Let me go."
The Gryffindor's hands balled into tight fists and she defiantly turned to face the door once more. Whether it was open or not, it was her preferred view. "I don't need friends who take other people's sides. My friend would be dragging me to Headmaster Rosier's demanding justice on my behalf, like I'd have done for her without question." It was true. Eden Tilly would've been in for FAR worse if the hex had gotten Kizzy--Kinsay--instead of her.
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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack
SPOILER!!: can we call it the friendship club instead? Get some good vibes in the air? manifest what we want?
Being able to see properly again was nice while it lasted, but it didn't last for very long. It was hard to see when your eyes were welled up with tears, did Professor Williamson know?
It was even harder to see when you were crying BIG, crocodile tears. Even though Kinsay was trying not to cry because someone had told her that crying made her a bad Gryffindor, she couldn't help it. All it took was Emmerson. One of the most important people in the entire world. And even though Kinsay had been the one to threaten the end of their friendship, she didn't mean it. Not really. She couldn't mean it, even if she should've. "Emm!" Kinsay sniffled hard, rubbing at her face and completely ignoring whatever it was that had just been dropped into her lap. She was the ugliest crier. Good thing Matty wasn't here to see. "You don't mean that! You don't! You don't!" Kinsay shook her head profusely, her whole body shaking now too.
"He's the bad guy!" Her words were only half coherent now and delivered in between pitiful sobs. Though she wasn't so much sobbing as she was wailing, at this point. "He hurt me and Phoebe and the real Headmaster Trent and he took your mum! Don't you remember?!" Kinsay Cassandra James was a mess. Her head was going all spinny and she had snot dribbling down to her robes and her eyes were all puffy and red and her whole face was a nice shade of crimson. Nevermind that she couldn't actually know if it was Rosier who kidnapped Auntie Lex. It wasn't even a connection she had made until now. But the words left her mouth and suddenly Kinsay knew they had to be true. Because Atlas said they had his dad. Plus they had the REAL Trent. And and and. The gears were turning in overdrive. Was it connections or conspiracies? This was too much thinking. She was going to faint.
Except she didn't. Not yet. Instead she was up on her feet and making her way towards Emmerson Cambridge. "Emm! What if he hurts you next?" The vial on her lap? Somewhere under the leather chair now, probably. She wanted to throw her arms around Emm, but she wasn't sure that she was allowed to.
Yeah no, the door wouldn't budge unless he pointed HIS wand at it, so Emmerson may as well take a seat and take a load off her feet. Might as well relax, kid. And quit bringing up Rosier.
He let out a LOUD SIGH, still looking up at the ceiling and wondering why the hell he hadn't caught these two on one of their times when they were out and about with Cambridge's pet dragon? He could be tossing the babeh stuffed dragon up and down in the air. Instead he was lazily pointing at James with one hand, with the knuckles of the other hand pressed to his forehead/eyes like he just couldn't take this girl drama anymore.
"Will you please LISTEN TO HER? Rosier IS a bad man, Cambridge. I can't let you go to him. You do know that he's to be AVOIDED at ALL COSTS? You wanna take your anger out on Tilly? Take it out on me. Go on. Hit me with your best shot."
He didn't even square up, he just sat up calmly on the couch, feet pressed flat into the ground, elbows resting lightly on his knees. "Hit me with your best shot," he coaxed her again. Come on, kid. Come get your revenge. Just picture him much much much MUCH shorter and with blonde hair and a LIAR forehead tattoo or whatever.
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yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind
Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite
SPOILER!!: The getting nowhere anytime soon so free Cambridge squad
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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack
SPOILER!!: can we call it the friendship club instead? Get some good vibes in the air? manifest what we want?
Being able to see properly again was nice while it lasted, but it didn't last for very long. It was hard to see when your eyes were welled up with tears, did Professor Williamson know?
It was even harder to see when you were crying BIG, crocodile tears. Even though Kinsay was trying not to cry because someone had told her that crying made her a bad Gryffindor, she couldn't help it. All it took was Emmerson. One of the most important people in the entire world. And even though Kinsay had been the one to threaten the end of their friendship, she didn't mean it. Not really. She couldn't mean it, even if she should've. "Emm!" Kinsay sniffled hard, rubbing at her face and completely ignoring whatever it was that had just been dropped into her lap. She was the ugliest crier. Good thing Matty wasn't here to see. "You don't mean that! You don't! You don't!" Kinsay shook her head profusely, her whole body shaking now too.
"He's the bad guy!" Her words were only half coherent now and delivered in between pitiful sobs. Though she wasn't so much sobbing as she was wailing, at this point. "He hurt me and Phoebe and the real Headmaster Trent and he took your mum! Don't you remember?!" Kinsay Cassandra James was a mess. Her head was going all spinny and she had snot dribbling down to her robes and her eyes were all puffy and red and her whole face was a nice shade of crimson. Nevermind that she couldn't actually know if it was Rosier who kidnapped Auntie Lex. It wasn't even a connection she had made until now. But the words left her mouth and suddenly Kinsay knew they had to be true. Because Atlas said they had his dad. Plus they had the REAL Trent. And and and. The gears were turning in overdrive. Was it connections or conspiracies? This was too much thinking. She was going to faint.
Except she didn't. Not yet. Instead she was up on her feet and making her way towards Emmerson Cambridge. "Emm! What if he hurts you next?" The vial on her lap? Somewhere under the leather chair now, probably. She wanted to throw her arms around Emm, but she wasn't sure that she was allowed to.
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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl
SPOILER!!: the milk before cereal killers
Yeah no, the door wouldn't budge unless he pointed HIS wand at it, so Emmerson may as well take a seat and take a load off her feet. Might as well relax, kid. And quit bringing up Rosier.
He let out a LOUD SIGH, still looking up at the ceiling and wondering why the hell he hadn't caught these two on one of their times when they were out and about with Cambridge's pet dragon? He could be tossing the babeh stuffed dragon up and down in the air. Instead he was lazily pointing at James with one hand, with the knuckles of the other hand pressed to his forehead/eyes like he just couldn't take this girl drama anymore.
"Will you please LISTEN TO HER? Rosier IS a bad man, Cambridge. I can't let you go to him. You do know that he's to be AVOIDED at ALL COSTS? You wanna take your anger out on Tilly? Take it out on me. Go on. Hit me with your best shot."
He didn't even square up, he just sat up calmly on the couch, feet pressed flat into the ground, elbows resting lightly on his knees. "Hit me with your best shot," he coaxed her again. Come on, kid. Come get your revenge. Just picture him much much much MUCH shorter and with blonde hair and a LIAR forehead tattoo or whatever.
She wasn't expecting to have a Kizzy moving over to her. When the girl said they couldn't be friends, she'd taken it seriously and was prepared to work through that later when she had a quiet moment. Y'know, after watching Eden Tilly writhing on the floor in pain and begging for her life. Emmerson couldn't see through the rage and the more they tried to convince her was the angrier she got.
Kizzy was missing the point and with Williamson's offer, it was clear the man was, too.
"I ALREADY KNOW HE'S A BAD MAN!!" Emmerson shrieked, her resolve to remain silently defiant all but forgotten. Green eyes burned a fiery red as she looked to the man. "It's not the same! It's not! You're a massive beast. I couldn't hit you hard enough to make me feel good even if I wanted to. It's not fair. That's why I'm going to Headmaster Rosier." She turned to look at Kizzy. "He did all those things, yeah, then he won't have a hard time doing worse to Eden." THAT was the point.
She KNEW he was a villain. She KNEW he did bad things. That was entirely what she was counting on. "Right now, he's the only one who'd hurt her enough to make me feel like my whole chest isn't about to combust. I don't wanna hit you." She decided. "I want something bad to happen to her. OBVIOUSLY." Emm grabbed hold of the door's knob, re-energized by her little rant. The little girl tugged and tugged and tugged.
"Let me go! You let me go right now! If you won't let me tell then bring her here and let me break her face myself but you're an awful substitute!!"Yank yank yank.
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Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________
______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
doesn't proofread tweets | #wrongaboutcereal | #siriusly? | emo to the extremo
SPOILER!!: everyone just needs to take 5 and come back with common sense squad
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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl
Yeah no, the door wouldn't budge unless he pointed HIS wand at it, so Emmerson may as well take a seat and take a load off her feet. Might as well relax, kid. And quit bringing up Rosier.
He let out a LOUD SIGH, still looking up at the ceiling and wondering why the hell he hadn't caught these two on one of their times when they were out and about with Cambridge's pet dragon? He could be tossing the babeh stuffed dragon up and down in the air. Instead he was lazily pointing at James with one hand, with the knuckles of the other hand pressed to his forehead/eyes like he just couldn't take this girl drama anymore.
"Will you please LISTEN TO HER? Rosier IS a bad man, Cambridge. I can't let you go to him. You do know that he's to be AVOIDED at ALL COSTS? You wanna take your anger out on Tilly? Take it out on me. Go on. Hit me with your best shot."
He didn't even square up, he just sat up calmly on the couch, feet pressed flat into the ground, elbows resting lightly on his knees. "Hit me with your best shot," he coaxed her again. Come on, kid. Come get your revenge. Just picture him much much much MUCH shorter and with blonde hair and a LIAR forehead tattoo or whatever.
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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo
She wasn't expecting to have a Kizzy moving over to her. When the girl said they couldn't be friends, she'd taken it seriously and was prepared to work through that later when she had a quiet moment. Y'know, after watching Eden Tilly writhing on the floor in pain and begging for her life. Emmerson couldn't see through the rage and the more they tried to convince her was the angrier she got.
Kizzy was missing the point and with Williamson's offer, it was clear the man was, too.
"I ALREADY KNOW HE'S A BAD MAN!!" Emmerson shrieked, her resolve to remain silently defiant all but forgotten. Green eyes burned a fiery red as she looked to the man. "It's not the same! It's not! You're a massive beast. I couldn't hit you hard enough to make me feel good even if I wanted to. It's not fair. That's why I'm going to Headmaster Rosier." She turned to look at Kizzy. "He did all those things, yeah, then he won't have a hard time doing worse to Eden." THAT was the point.
She KNEW he was a villain. She KNEW he did bad things. That was entirely what she was counting on. "Right now, he's the only one who'd hurt her enough to make me feel like my whole chest isn't about to combust. I don't wanna hit you." She decided. "I want something bad to happen to her. OBVIOUSLY." Emm grabbed hold of the door's knob, re-energized by her little rant. The little girl tugged and tugged and tugged.
"Let me go! You let me go right now! If you won't let me tell then bring her here and let me break her face myself but you're an awful substitute!!"Yank yank yank.
Kinsay was most definitely missing the point. She was missing a lot of things right now (I.e. common sense, the ability to take measured breathes, etc). It was hard to have sight of those things right now though. Especially when her whole body was shaking and her snot was running everywhere and people (Emmerson) were screaming.
The shrieks caused Kiz to make herself even smaller, her whole body trembling and the gears in her head trying to work in overdrive. This didn't make any sense. She could hardly recognize the person before her. The brain fuzz was getting worse. Nothing was right. And even though she was REALLY, REALLY trying to stop, she was still crying.
Emm couldn't tell Rosier because Rosier wouldn't just hurt Eden. He'd kill Eden. He'd kill Eden AND Professor Williamson AND Quinn AND.... and.... and.
And.
He'd kill Kizzy too. Everything was happening so much. Her whole head was going to implode. All the terrible things were catching up to her. Her heart was POUNDING and her ears were RINGING and she was breathing so hard, but it felt like she wasn't actually getting any air at all???????
Scratch that. She was hyperventilating now. Wait. Scratch that. Her legs were buckling beneath her. Wait. Scratch that. She was getting dizzy. Wait. Scratch that.
Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
SPOILER!!: the Inquisitorial Squad (do u c wat i did there)
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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo
SPOILER!!: The getting nowhere anytime soon so free Cambridge squad
She wasn't expecting to have a Kizzy moving over to her. When the girl said they couldn't be friends, she'd taken it seriously and was prepared to work through that later when she had a quiet moment. Y'know, after watching Eden Tilly writhing on the floor in pain and begging for her life. Emmerson couldn't see through the rage and the more they tried to convince her was the angrier she got.
Kizzy was missing the point and with Williamson's offer, it was clear the man was, too.
"I ALREADY KNOW HE'S A BAD MAN!!" Emmerson shrieked, her resolve to remain silently defiant all but forgotten. Green eyes burned a fiery red as she looked to the man. "It's not the same! It's not! You're a massive beast. I couldn't hit you hard enough to make me feel good even if I wanted to. It's not fair. That's why I'm going to Headmaster Rosier." She turned to look at Kizzy. "He did all those things, yeah, then he won't have a hard time doing worse to Eden." THAT was the point.
She KNEW he was a villain. She KNEW he did bad things. That was entirely what she was counting on. "Right now, he's the only one who'd hurt her enough to make me feel like my whole chest isn't about to combust. I don't wanna hit you." She decided. "I want something bad to happen to her. OBVIOUSLY." Emm grabbed hold of the door's knob, re-energized by her little rant. The little girl tugged and tugged and tugged.
"Let me go! You let me go right now! If you won't let me tell then bring her here and let me break her face myself but you're an awful substitute!!"Yank yank yank.
Quote:
Originally Posted by ArianaBlack
SPOILER!!: everyone just needs to take 5 and come back with common sense squad
Kinsay was most definitely missing the point. She was missing a lot of things right now (I.e. common sense, the ability to take measured breathes, etc). It was hard to have sight of those things right now though. Especially when her whole body was shaking and her snot was running everywhere and people (Emmerson) were screaming.
The shrieks caused Kiz to make herself even smaller, her whole body trembling and the gears in her head trying to work in overdrive. This didn't make any sense. She could hardly recognize the person before her. The brain fuzz was getting worse. Nothing was right. And even though she was REALLY, REALLY trying to stop, she was still crying.
Emm couldn't tell Rosier because Rosier wouldn't just hurt Eden. He'd kill Eden. He'd kill Eden AND Professor Williamson AND Quinn AND.... and.... and.
And.
He'd kill Kizzy too. Everything was happening so much. Her whole head was going to implode. All the terrible things were catching up to her. Her heart was POUNDING and her ears were RINGING and she was breathing so hard, but it felt like she wasn't actually getting any air at all???????
Scratch that. She was hyperventilating now. Wait. Scratch that. Her legs were buckling beneath her. Wait. Scratch that. She was getting dizzy. Wait. Scratch that.
She was on the floor.
Great.
Just great.
Cambridge had to be the SINGLE MOST STUBBORN CHARACTER Williamson had ever encountered. He was going to have to really think of a way to get through to her... and as he saw James slide to the floor, he thought of a way. He'd have to fight his instinct to go grab the Gryffindor though. Poor kid. She deserved better, she really did. It wasn't her fault she was friends with Cambridge since birth. All Kinsay had ever wanted was to hug a troll, huh? He swallowed a lump in his throat and looked back to Emmerson.
He'd just have to ignore all the 'i cant hit u ur too big' whiny teenager stuff. He could do this. He could be the head honcho, or pretend to.
"You just don't get it, Cambridge. It WILL NOT play out the way you want this to, I PROMISE you it will not. So you want to talk to Rosier? Here's your chance."
Williamson stood up and shrugged cooly, his wand sliding into his hand. He might've even turned the collar of his jacket up like Rosier (the stupid youthful prick) had a tendency to do. He fixed a nuetral couldn't care less expression on his face, just like Rosier's. "Let's do a thinking exercise. A roleplay, if you will. I'll be Headmaster Rosier, and you be yourself. Let's pretend you just got out of this here hut, came up to the school, James following along of course, and insisting that I, Rosier, go exact justice on the SOME of kids of your school. You want me to teach them a lesson? Fine. I'll start with that one."
He pointed his wand down at Kinsay. "I just killed your friend since you came to tell me that she was bested in a duel with two Muggleborns." And you know, he wasn't even 100% sure that Eden Tilly WAS a Muggleborn? But did he care? No. Would Rosier ACTUALLY care? No way in hell.
"Now I'm about to turn my wand on you, Cambridge, for daring to bring such a trivial matter to me. Can't you see I'm busy? I have plans to enact. For the entire wizarding world. For the greater good. Keep testing me, Cambridge. Keep trying to push your luck. It won't end well for you, trust me. Do you really think I have the time to fuss over pathetic second-year-squabbles?" Now Williamson coldy, unflinchingly, turned his wand on Emmerson, pointing it straight at her forehead like he hadn't a care in the world. "Do you really want to see what I'll do to Tilly? Because maybe I need a practice run on you first."
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yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind
Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite
"Wha...no...."
Emmerson was positively stricken.
For the first few seconds after Williamson got done his tirade, Emm found herself at a loss of words. She looked from the man to the fallen former friend then back in time to have a wand pointed at her forehead. The little Gryffindor shook her head, slowly but stubbornly at first. She refused to believe it would've gone like that. Rosier wouldn't kill Kizzy and he wouldn't...he wouldn't kill her either.
Except...except....the longer she stood there, the man looming over her, the less she saw Williamson...and the more she saw Rosier himself. In the moment, her anger and her bravery left her and the 12-year-old was newly reminded of just how terrifying she thought the headman was. She didn't think she REALLY had it in her anymore. This was the scariest she'd ever seen the Creature Professor and she always thought Rosier was even scarier.
Overcome by the realisation of the futility in her plan--of the fact she REALLY should've just jumped Eden and beaten the snot out of her herself a lesson for another day, Emmerson found that the only thing left to do was cry.
So she did. Openly. Emm moved as far away from the man as she could get, pressing against the door when she could go no further. It wasn't him she was looking at anymore, but the wand still pointing in her direction.
"I won't."
Shejustwantedtogobacktoherdormplease.
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Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________
______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
short post but uh, she's still working on regaining full consciousness please forgive
doesn't proofread tweets | #wrongaboutcereal | #siriusly? | emo to the extremo
SPOILER!!: wow. we really came full circle
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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl
Great.
Just great.
Cambridge had to be the SINGLE MOST STUBBORN CHARACTER Williamson had ever encountered. He was going to have to really think of a way to get through to her... and as he saw James slide to the floor, he thought of a way. He'd have to fight his instinct to go grab the Gryffindor though. Poor kid. She deserved better, she really did. It wasn't her fault she was friends with Cambridge since birth. All Kinsay had ever wanted was to hug a troll, huh? He swallowed a lump in his throat and looked back to Emmerson.
He'd just have to ignore all the 'i cant hit u ur too big' whiny teenager stuff. He could do this. He could be the head honcho, or pretend to.
"You just don't get it, Cambridge. It WILL NOT play out the way you want this to, I PROMISE you it will not. So you want to talk to Rosier? Here's your chance."
Williamson stood up and shrugged cooly, his wand sliding into his hand. He might've even turned the collar of his jacket up like Rosier (the stupid youthful prick) had a tendency to do. He fixed a nuetral couldn't care less expression on his face, just like Rosier's. "Let's do a thinking exercise. A roleplay, if you will. I'll be Headmaster Rosier, and you be yourself. Let's pretend you just got out of this here hut, came up to the school, James following along of course, and insisting that I, Rosier, go exact justice on the SOME of kids of your school. You want me to teach them a lesson? Fine. I'll start with that one."
He pointed his wand down at Kinsay. "I just killed your friend since you came to tell me that she was bested in a duel with two Muggleborns." And you know, he wasn't even 100% sure that Eden Tilly WAS a Muggleborn? But did he care? No. Would Rosier ACTUALLY care? No way in hell.
"Now I'm about to turn my wand on you, Cambridge, for daring to bring such a trivial matter to me. Can't you see I'm busy? I have plans to enact. For the entire wizarding world. For the greater good. Keep testing me, Cambridge. Keep trying to push your luck. It won't end well for you, trust me. Do you really think I have the time to fuss over pathetic second-year-squabbles?" Now Williamson coldy, unflinchingly, turned his wand on Emmerson, pointing it straight at her forehead like he hadn't a care in the world. "Do you really want to see what I'll do to Tilly? Because maybe I need a practice run on you first."
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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo
"Wha...no...."
Emmerson was positively stricken.
For the first few seconds after Williamson got done his tirade, Emm found herself at a loss of words. She looked from the man to the fallen former friend then back in time to have a wand pointed at her forehead. The little Gryffindor shook her head, slowly but stubbornly at first. She refused to believe it would've gone like that. Rosier wouldn't kill Kizzy and he wouldn't...he wouldn't kill her either.
Except...except....the longer she stood there, the man looming over her, the less she saw Williamson...and the more she saw Rosier himself. In the moment, her anger and her bravery left her and the 12-year-old was newly reminded of just how terrifying she thought the headman was. She didn't think she REALLY had it in her anymore. This was the scariest she'd ever seen the Creature Professor and she always thought Rosier was even scarier.
Overcome by the realisation of the futility in her plan--of the fact she REALLY should've just jumped Eden and beaten the snot out of her herself a lesson for another day, Emmerson found that the only thing left to do was cry.
So she did. Openly. Emm moved as far away from the man as she could get, pressing against the door when she could go no further. It wasn't him she was looking at anymore, but the wand still pointing in her direction.
"I won't."
Shejustwantedtogobacktoherdormplease.
Kinsay James was only really out for a few minutes, but once she regained consciousness, everything felt very different. For one, she was on the floor. Two, Professor Williamson looked different. Three, Emmerson was... crying? And four, she could sense even greater tension than there was before.
She blinked slowly a few times, still not feeling entirely strong enough to stand up. So she didn't. She just stayed on the floor where everything was easier. Maybe if she was lucky, they'd just leave her here for the rest of the term and she wouldn't have to deal with the Hogwarts scaries anymore. For the greater good of her mental, physical, and emotional well-being.
This was the most exhausting and terrible DADA: bold of you to assume day of her life.
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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo
"Wha...no...."
Emmerson was positively stricken.
For the first few seconds after Williamson got done his tirade, Emm found herself at a loss of words. She looked from the man to the fallen former friend then back in time to have a wand pointed at her forehead. The little Gryffindor shook her head, slowly but stubbornly at first. She refused to believe it would've gone like that. Rosier wouldn't kill Kizzy and he wouldn't...he wouldn't kill her either.
Except...except....the longer she stood there, the man looming over her, the less she saw Williamson...and the more she saw Rosier himself. In the moment, her anger and her bravery left her and the 12-year-old was newly reminded of just how terrifying she thought the headman was. She didn't think she REALLY had it in her anymore. This was the scariest she'd ever seen the Creature Professor and she always thought Rosier was even scarier.
Overcome by the realisation of the futility in her plan--of the fact she REALLY should've just jumped Eden and beaten the snot out of her herself a lesson for another day, Emmerson found that the only thing left to do was cry.
So she did. Openly. Emm moved as far away from the man as she could get, pressing against the door when she could go no further. It wasn't him she was looking at anymore, but the wand still pointing in her direction.
"I won't."
Shejustwantedtogobacktoherdormplease.
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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack
Kinsay James was only really out for a few minutes, but once she regained consciousness, everything felt very different. For one, she was on the floor. Two, Professor Williamson looked different. Three, Emmerson was... crying? And four, she could sense even greater tension than there was before.
She blinked slowly a few times, still not feeling entirely strong enough to stand up. So she didn't. She just stayed on the floor where everything was easier. Maybe if she was lucky, they'd just leave her here for the rest of the term and she wouldn't have to deal with the Hogwarts scaries anymore. For the greater good of her mental, physical, and emotional well-being.
This was the most exhausting and terrible DADA: bold of you to assume day of her life.
Right. She wouldn't snitch to Rosier. Right.
Well.
Williamson decided this Cambridge promise was going to have to do because he couldn't leave James on the ground forever. And frankly, he was more disgusted with himself than with any of the children in this school. He levitated his wand twice, once to lift James off the ground and place her on the couch, and once to unlock the door to the hut. The girls were free to go, and he didn't say another word their way.
He merely grunted and stomped off to the other room in his hut, aka his bedroom, slamming the door behind him like a petulant child.
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