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| Oh my, haha Dalliesa | Ab-Bot | Hogwarts Trojan War | The cane proceeding him as usual, Botros made his way down from his office to where Feo was supposed to have his daily fun. The Crup was prancing around the old man, he would sprint when his owner took too long to move and then come back for an ear-scratch, head-pet or any other signs of deserved affection. There was so much on the professor's mind, his pet could feel the distracted pets, but it wasn't anything a man would share with... his doggy. Quote:
Originally Posted by Sonea Her smile vanished when she saw that Forrest didn’t cared that he was hit by her mud and he ran even faster at her! Now a little worried she did a step backwards but Forrest was faster. “Ouch!” The second year old let out a shocked scream and one single tear was visible in the corner of her right eye. “YOU STUPID COW!” Screamed Sonea while she launched herself at the boy, wanting to grab his hair. “DON’T YOU DARE TO TOUCH ME AGAIN WITH YOU FILTY HANDS! STUPID MUDBLOOD! The second year old tried to push the boy toward the swamp, hoping that he would fall and to be humiliated! And maybe, if she was lucky, he would even cry! Quote:
Originally Posted by Deniiz Forrest was just GLAD to hear her scream, and he tried his best to spread as much mud as possible over her. His hands were on her face--not clawing or anything, but simply covering her skin with mud as his other hand tried to hug her tightly to cover her clothes in mud too. And she probably had no luck pulling his hair because it should be pretty slippery because of the mud SHE had caused. You didn't calculate THIS, eh Slytherin? "YOU are MUDBLOOD!" he yelled back at her as he tried to hug her tightly--he hadn't heard the word before, but it didn't require to be genius to know what they meant. TEARS stung in his eyes, tears of ___ as he was reminded once again that he was perhaps a second-class wizard. But he wasn't going to cry in front of her. Clutching on her neck as strongly as he could, he just held onto her as if his life depended on it before he lost his balance towards the swamp.
If he fell, he was taking her down with him. MUDBLOOD MUDBLOOD MUDBLOOD...
Botros froze on the spot momentarily, shocked by the echo of this word to have come from such young voices. He squinted his eyes and pointed his cane at the two literally dirty kids, "YOU! There!" Oh Merlin, they were falling. The Crup started barking and raaaaaaaaan toward the kids, WOOF WOOF WOOF! Meanwhile the professor waved his cane (i.e. magical staff) and meant for the spell to pull them away from the swamp and to fall on the floor instead. HOPEFULLY he would not be too late. He was speed cane!walking toward them, his cane raised in front of him.
Today, he was not the good ole' Botros. |