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BanaBatGirl · 07-24-2012, 03:03 AM

Text Cut: Mr. Inferior Corner

Quote:

Originally Posted by Leeness

The extended 'ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh' and the 'duh!' weren't exactly the most comforting of sounds. So, Williamson recognised what it was now? Or was he just saying that so Elijah didn't feel so bad about being scammed. Elijah knew he should have looked up a book to see what they looked like for himself, but he wasn't sure where the dragon section was (or where 'D' came under the alphabet, for that matter) and was FAR too lazy to find out. He decided just to accept Williamson humouring him for the sake of ease more than anything.

"Oh, you do? Your sure?" he added for politeness after Williamson's further reassurances. If Elijah were ever to find out he had been scammed, it would be more than their job that the carver would be losing. He'd make sure of that.

Watching Williamson work a way to respond to his apology must have been one of the most awkward moments of Elijah's life. The Professor clearly hadn't expected Elijah to be apologetic type (and how dare he be so presumptuous!), but Elijah knew when he did wrong and admitted his mistakes... most of the time. Well, only when he needed to ensure he would be getting a good grade at the end of this year...

Williamson accepted his apology and his gift and all was dandy with the world and then... it practically ended and awkward levels shot to the highest of ALL the degrees.

Was Williamson...? Was he...? Was he offerrrring his hand to Elijah...? He was. Oh Merlin, he WAS. He was offering his hand to Elijah to shake. Oh man! Did he have to? REAAAALLLLLLY? MISSION ABORT. ABORT. ABORT. ABORT. Was this how normal people settled apologies? Why had NO one warned him of this!?

It wasn't that Elijah had a problem with handshakes, per say, he just had a problem with doing handshakes with Williamson. He lost that privilege ever since Elijah decided to de-Bro him.

He slowwwwwlllllly reached out his own hand, clasping it around Williamson's proffered one and quickly shook it. Three. Hard. Swift. Times.

RELEASE!

That wasn't so bad... sorta. Elijah just had to make sure he went back to the castle and sanitised his hand immediately. Professor Williamson's hand was probably used to wiping that pesky dragon's backside and the like and Elijah was NOT up for catching any diseases.

"Um, so you are welcome for the gift... and yeah, thank you for... um... accepting my apology..."

Well look at that. The self-centered kid was actually able to shake Willy's hand. He was impressed.

"Well then..." Williamson moved his hand back to cradling the precious carved egg at about the same time Elijah started stammering his goodbye... thing. "I guess we're good, Mr. Wilde."

Yep, you could go now. He could tell the kid was just ITCHING to wash his hand.

Quote:

Originally Posted by ortalismusicoh

Phew! The Professor was actually buying all of this rubbish, and Nessie felt a little calmer about this whole plan. It was actually working, and that wasn't something she wasn't sure she expected.

"Y..yes please." she said handing over the very still, Puffles to the handsome, Professor.

What did she think was wrong? Oh noo! She hadn't planned for this. What to say now...just what to say. "He..erm..I think..he's..um..um.." she needed to think faster. "..he's got the flu!" she said just a little over excited that she actually thought of something. It took her a while to rethink what she had said, and then she just began blushing.

The flu? Really? She had really said that? This was just getting worse than before. Could pygmy puffs even have flu anyways?

Hmmmmm. Williamson accepted the pygmy puff into his big hands and started turning it over, gently poking at the puff here and there. The thing wasn't DEAD, that much he knew, because he could still feel its tiny heart beating.

"You think he has the flu?!" Willy was really frowning now. "Wha... how did he get the flu? Was it something he ate?" Did Nessie have the flu too? "Should I call the Healer?" Er? He knew Cece didn't really like animals though...

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Originally Posted by Lollipop!

OKAY. It was time to take some serious action.

Seeing as just telling ~~or shouting at~~ people not to eat chocolate frogs was NOT working, Blue decided she should get a teacher involved. And, although Professor Williamson was insane for practically setting RoRo on the little girl, he was probably her best bet. She skipped over to the benches and plopped herself on a bench. Which was a mistake because they were uber slippy and round-y type fingies. She slid to the ground with an 'oof!' Grrr. Another reason she didn't like the Professor.

The eleven-year-old wriggled a little and sat back down, not falling off this time and started to do her trademark swinging of her legs, BEAMing at her surrounding....CAUSE SHE WAS ABOUT TO SAVE CHOCCIE FWOGGIES EVERYWHERE!!!!

Should she knock or somefing?

And here was another strange child. William spotted her sliding off his benches from the corner of his eye but didn't really think much of it until she sat back down, with an odd determination.

Okay. He could speak to her, he supposed. "Hello," he turned his head and greeted the young Ravenclaw. "Can I... help you?"

07-24-2012, 03:03 AM	#49 (permalink)
BanaBatGirl Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,213 Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year	Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB Text Cut: Mr. Inferior Corner Quote: Originally Posted by Leeness The extended 'ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh' and the 'duh!' weren't exactly the most comforting of sounds. So, Williamson recognised what it was now? Or was he just saying that so Elijah didn't feel so bad about being scammed. Elijah knew he should have looked up a book to see what they looked like for himself, but he wasn't sure where the dragon section was (or where 'D' came under the alphabet, for that matter) and was FAR too lazy to find out. He decided just to accept Williamson humouring him for the sake of ease more than anything. "Oh, you do? Your sure?" he added for politeness after Williamson's further reassurances. If Elijah were ever to find out he had been scammed, it would be more than their job that the carver would be losing. He'd make sure of that. Watching Williamson work a way to respond to his apology must have been one of the most awkward moments of Elijah's life. The Professor clearly hadn't expected Elijah to be apologetic type (and how dare he be so presumptuous!), but Elijah knew when he did wrong and admitted his mistakes... most of the time. Well, only when he needed to ensure he would be getting a good grade at the end of this year... Williamson accepted his apology and his gift and all was dandy with the world and then... it practically ended and awkward levels shot to the highest of ALL the degrees. Was Williamson...? Was he...? Was he offerrrring his hand to Elijah...? He was. Oh Merlin, he WAS. He was offering his hand to Elijah to shake. Oh man! Did he have to? REAAAALLLLLLY? MISSION ABORT. ABORT. ABORT. ABORT. Was this how normal people settled apologies? Why had NO one warned him of this!? It wasn't that Elijah had a problem with handshakes, per say, he just had a problem with doing handshakes with Williamson. He lost that privilege ever since Elijah decided to de-Bro him. He slowwwwwlllllly reached out his own hand, clasping it around Williamson's proffered one and quickly shook it. Three. Hard. Swift. Times. RELEASE! That wasn't so bad... sorta. Elijah just had to make sure he went back to the castle and sanitised his hand immediately. Professor Williamson's hand was probably used to wiping that pesky dragon's backside and the like and Elijah was NOT up for catching any diseases. "Um, so you are welcome for the gift... and yeah, thank you for... um... accepting my apology..." Well look at that. The self-centered kid was actually able to shake Willy's hand. He was impressed. "Well then..." Williamson moved his hand back to cradling the precious carved egg at about the same time Elijah started stammering his goodbye... thing. "I guess we're good, Mr. Wilde." Yep, you could go now. He could tell the kid was just ITCHING to wash his hand. Quote: Originally Posted by ortalismusicoh Phew! The Professor was actually buying all of this rubbish, and Nessie felt a little calmer about this whole plan. It was actually working, and that wasn't something she wasn't sure she expected. "Y..yes please." she said handing over the very still, Puffles to the handsome, Professor. What did she think was wrong? Oh noo! She hadn't planned for this. What to say now...just what to say. "He..erm..I think..he's..um..um.." she needed to think faster. "..he's got the flu!" she said just a little over excited that she actually thought of something. It took her a while to rethink what she had said, and then she just began blushing. The flu? Really? She had really said that? This was just getting worse than before. Could pygmy puffs even have flu anyways? Hmmmmm. Williamson accepted the pygmy puff into his big hands and started turning it over, gently poking at the puff here and there. The thing wasn't DEAD, that much he knew, because he could still feel its tiny heart beating. "You think he has the flu?!" Willy was really frowning now. "Wha... how did he get the flu? Was it something he ate?" Did Nessie have the flu too? "Should I call the Healer?" Er? He knew Cece didn't really like animals though... Quote: Originally Posted by Lollipop! OKAY. It was time to take some serious action. Seeing as just telling ~~or shouting at~~ people not to eat chocolate frogs was NOT working, Blue decided she should get a teacher involved. And, although Professor Williamson was insane for practically setting RoRo on the little girl, he was probably her best bet. She skipped over to the benches and plopped herself on a bench. Which was a mistake because they were uber slippy and round-y type fingies. She slid to the ground with an 'oof!' Grrr. Another reason she didn't like the Professor. The eleven-year-old wriggled a little and sat back down, not falling off this time and started to do her trademark swinging of her legs, BEAMing at her surrounding....CAUSE SHE WAS ABOUT TO SAVE CHOCCIE FWOGGIES EVERYWHERE!!!! Should she knock or somefing? And here was another strange child. William spotted her sliding off his benches from the corner of his eye but didn't really think much of it until she sat back down, with an odd determination. Okay. He could speak to her, he supposed. "Hello," he turned his head and greeted the young Ravenclaw. "Can I... help you?" __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind