Iggy knew he shouldn't have sat on the front row, because he was suddenly attacked with a giant coat. It almost suffocated him before he disentangled his head from it.

Sniff it? No sniff this you old fart, Iggy's mind flushed with inappropriate comments and images for the fat man. "Erm I smell Borr-y goodness," he lied. He had put on a bubblehead charm before entering the class, because he had remembered just before he was kicked out last time. Those biscuits were bad.

Jose looked at the professor with look of amazement "I smell Garbage" he said

When the coat was thrown, he figured out where the bad smell was coming from. He couldnt handle smelling that. "Professor, it smells like rotting garbage. Who did this to you? It was completly uncalled for and rude of them." This was to mean even for maddox. He would never do anything like this to a professor, even if he didnt like the bloak.

Finn dreaded the words that came out. How could they possibly answer that query politely. That man had more scents than a bloodhound at the park.

He feared when the coat made it to him. He feared this mornings breakfast would make a glorious reappearance.

Ooh gross!!! What was this? An ogre strip tease? Clifford desperately wanted to cover his eyes and hide under the desk when Lord Ogre appeared to be removing a garment of clothing. Shudder. He very nearly almost fell back off his seat when the scary Professor flung his coat right at them, a fresh wave of grossness filling his nostrils.

"It -- It's smells.." COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY NASTY! "peculiar, Sir." He tried hard not to heave, his face a light shade of green.

Sssssssmell his stinky coat? Liam could smell it perfectly well from where he was. Oh crap. This dude was nuts. His eyes darted around at the other boys and then landed back on Lord Borr. How could he get out of this classroom without anyone noticing him leaving? Merlin save us all! This was torture.

A young Ravenclaw caught the coat. Liam shuffled further back in his seat as the coat was passed around the room hoping no one would think to pass it to him if he remained quiet and... um.. successfully insignificant.

But to no avail. He was handed the coat and took a pathetic sniff. "I-it s-smells like r-rubbish, sir." he stammered repeating what all the other boys had already said. As well as old stale fart... but he wasn't going to point that fact out to the man.

The coat had gotten too close to Finn. He felt it low in his belly. He wondered if he would have time.

He rushed from his desk, seemingly trapped since he had to pass Lord Bore to get to the loo.

He ran to the front of the class, clutching his stomach and unfortunately, he had waited to long. Just as he came in front of the large whale, the contents of his stomach poured forth in a shower of sausage, black currant jam and toast. Why had he eaten so much right before this class? he asked himself pitiably.

Unfortunately, not paying attention to where his bile was going, Finn opened his eyes and noted he was directly in front of Bore and he had emptied his stomach all over the trousers and shoes of Lord Borr.

Kingston gulped at Borr's request and gave a nod to his head. Taking the coat in his hand, he took a whiff and felt sick to his stomach. "It smells... Well..." he paused, thinking about how it smelt like. Well it smelt disgusting, but he couldn't tell Borr that! "Odd. Fishy. Weird."

Maddox watched as the hufflepuff guy ran to get to the lo, but when he chucked all over the professor he gaged, but thank goodness he hadnt eaten anything. But now lord borr was going to be in an even worse mood.

"It smells like garbage, class ---


--- BECAUSE IT IS GARBAGE." Lord Borr's breathing was erratic and coming even faster than the raging pulse in his forehead.


"Everyone GET UP. Get in a line behind IGNATIUS POTTER and we're going to my OFFICE. "NO HORSEPLAYING. Just get up, hands to yourself, and march yourself over to my office. Mr. Potter can go in first and FIND THE SOURCE."


OOC: Go to Lord Borr's office. Link here.

Jose decided to be cheeky "Professor just because you like to live in a pig sty I don't want to go in"

Lord Borr went to Jose, grabbed him by the collar of his robe, and DRAGGED him out of the classroom. "THEN LEAVE YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE LUMP. Leave! Run away and may wild gorillas adopt you because that's about as civilized as YOU ARE JOSE. GET OUT OF MY CLASS!!!"

GAH!! Why did this dude always have to shout so ruddy loud!? His eardrums were going to burst any second and it would be all his fault. Grumbling to himself, Clifford shoved his chair back on got to his feet, moving to get in the queue behind Iggy.

He was no looking forward to this. No sir. If the classroom smelled this bad, his office was going to be torture.

Liam reluctantly got to his feet and got in line, following behind Ignatius and the other boys to Lord Borr's office as commanded. As if he would disobey orders from this man. He was right at the back – with any luck there wouldn't be enough room for all the lads in Borr's office.

Roland sighed quietly and got up and got into the line near the back prefering to deter his entering in the office. He wouldn't be as conspicuous here either. Lord Borr was a bully and though he'd seen loads of bullys in his time at Hogwarts especially in Slytherin. Unless an opportunite arose for the students to really do something about this new way, something worth while then all they could do now would be to play along.

Urgh. Why was he even attending this class again, especially after deciding, last time he was here, that he would never return? It had to be the points, there was no other explanation. Quietly, Shel lined up behind Ignatius and the other boys, following them to Borr's office.

For now, he decided, he would play along. But only for now.

Henrick, after jumping in his seat several times at Lord Borr's booming, remained quiet and passive, but cautious.

He slowly stood, stepping in line.

Lord Borr marched his line of men back to the classroom, his hands on his hips and his third chin pressed to his stiffly to his chest. He started to pace in the front of the classroom, distraught with going ons in his office.


"Sit down, men. Sit down. We need to have a talk."

Dan darted back to his seat after the stence of Borrs office, he sat down silently, waiting for whatever obsurd thing could come next.

Kingston hesitantly walked back into the class, his shirt still half opened. He didn't have time to unbutton his shirt when Borr threw it to him and he bet that the man kept his tie with him. Great. Sighing, he walked into the class and tried to unbutton the rest of his shirt.

James looked around nervously and sat down. Oh gosh. He had stayed VERY quiet before, but now he had the feeling people would start asking him things. People referring to Lord Boratamus. He had wanted to be another Borr lap-sitter (for reasons the rest of the schools would agree on)...but that probably wouldn't happen after this class. He sat down and started trembling a bit. Not because of what would happen now, but James wanted to speak up at one point. Now would be the time, wouldn't it.

Will followed Lord Borr back to the classroom and sat down. Hoo boy, this day was only getting more and more interesting by the minute. He wondered idly who would have pulled that garbage prank... Iggy? Nah-- it was too blatant, not Slytherin enough. Kingston? Hmm... Or maybe someone else-- someone with a long standing grudge against Borr. He sat waiting for Lord Borr-ible to rant lecture again, internally Scooby-dooing the Riddle of the Rebel's Rubbish. Dun-dun-dunnnnn....

Maddox slowly walked back into class. He kept his mouth shut, becuase he knew that if he opened it again he would probably lose points.

As they arrived back in the classroom, Nico shot a grateful look at Will; glad the situation had been slightly defused in the sense that the house elves were off the hook. He took a seat next to Will and waited for the next episode of Borr insanity to occur.

On the bright side; there was now an excuse to talk to any student, teacher or elf.... investigating the desecration of Lord Borr's office provided perfect cover for finding out other information.

He examined his hands; relieved that he had managed to avoid touching the garbage.

Oh dear, what was going on today? Sebastian combed a hand through his recently cut hair and sighed. Lord Borr did have some very inventive ways of making them learn total idiocy. He walked to a spare seat somewhere in the middle of the class room, and sat down. His neck was cold without the intruding hair...