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StarShine · 06-23-2013, 08:50 AM

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Originally Posted by Magical Soul

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.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Sonea

“DONT TOUCH ME! YOU ARE DISGUSTING!” The second year old tried to slap Forrest in his face, hoping that she could hurt him and that he would let go of her. This was NOT what she had planned, she had not thought about the possibility that he would attack her and would fight with her! No, she hasn’t thought about that, but she was READY for him. She HATED it to be dirty and she HATED it to be covered with mud, again, but what she hated more was that Forrest thought that he was better than she was! And HE WASN'T better than she, no, he would NEVER been better than she!

“I HATE you, stupid cow! You are trash and not worthy to be here! Go back where you belonged and stay there with you STUPID MUDBLOOD family!"

But she wasn’t fast enough and Forrest took her down with him! “AHHHHH!” Screamed Sonea and she tried to kick Forrest with a girlish scream against his leg. But again, it didn’t worked! She already had closed her eyes, preparing herself for the fall in the swamp when something happened. She fell backwards and she landed on the cold floor. “What the…” The young girl turned around and saw one of the professors standing behind her with a dog! The man was old, really old but she was NOT interested in him, she knew that it was stupid to ignore a professor, but she was already in trouble so why would she worry about it? “Stay away old man!” shouted Sonea angry and tried to grab Forrest again, ready to push him again into the swamp! “You have made the wrong Slytherin angry!” Shouted Sonea

Yeah, despite the thick layer of mud, that slap did hurt. Maybe not so physically, but it did hurt emotionally, and she kept insulting him that it was impossible not to hear. It was impossible to ignore. It was impossible not to heed.

You are not worthy to be here...

Face contorted in an effort to hold back the tears, he just closed his eyes to meet the swamp again. His only victory was that Sonea would fall with him--but it didn't feel like they were falling. What? They were supposed to fall to the other side--this felt so hard, surely the swamp would feel soft and muddy. He'd stopped holding onto Sonea since they were falling, and he opened his eyes as she started to shout at an old man too. He blinked, trying to grasp the situation but his wits failed him. Was this a professor? Were they even allowed to have dogs? Would it attack him? He blinked again and eyed Sonea. He wondered whether he should be sitting--and that was the last thing he could muster before he started sobbing, muddy hands covering his muddy face.

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StarShine DoM Kappa Join Date: Mar 2009 Location: Cell culture hood Posts: 13,005 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mona Deandra Hellmann Gryffindor First Year x5 x6	¼ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls Quote: Originally Posted by Magical Soul 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. Quote: Originally Posted by Sonea “DONT TOUCH ME! YOU ARE DISGUSTING!” The second year old tried to slap Forrest in his face, hoping that she could hurt him and that he would let go of her. This was NOT what she had planned, she had not thought about the possibility that he would attack her and would fight with her! No, she hasn’t thought about that, but she was READY for him. She HATED it to be dirty and she HATED it to be covered with mud, again, but what she hated more was that Forrest thought that he was better than she was! And HE WASN'T better than she, no, he would NEVER been better than she! “I HATE you, stupid cow! You are trash and not worthy to be here! Go back where you belonged and stay there with you STUPID MUDBLOOD family!" But she wasn’t fast enough and Forrest took her down with him! “AHHHHH!” Screamed Sonea and she tried to kick Forrest with a girlish scream against his leg. But again, it didn’t worked! She already had closed her eyes, preparing herself for the fall in the swamp when something happened. She fell backwards and she landed on the cold floor. “What the…” The young girl turned around and saw one of the professors standing behind her with a dog! The man was old, really old but she was NOT interested in him, she knew that it was stupid to ignore a professor, but she was already in trouble so why would she worry about it? “Stay away old man!” shouted Sonea angry and tried to grab Forrest again, ready to push him again into the swamp! “You have made the wrong Slytherin angry!” Shouted Sonea Yeah, despite the thick layer of mud, that slap did hurt. Maybe not so physically, but it did hurt emotionally, and she kept insulting him that it was impossible not to hear. It was impossible to ignore. It was impossible not to heed. You are not worthy to be here... Face contorted in an effort to hold back the tears, he just closed his eyes to meet the swamp again. His only victory was that Sonea would fall with him--but it didn't feel like they were falling. What? They were supposed to fall to the other side--this felt so hard, surely the swamp would feel soft and muddy. He'd stopped holding onto Sonea since they were falling, and he opened his eyes as she started to shout at an old man too. He blinked, trying to grasp the situation but his wits failed him. Was this a professor? Were they even allowed to have dogs? Would it attack him? He blinked again and eyed Sonea. He wondered whether he should be sitting--and that was the last thing he could muster before he started sobbing, muddy hands covering his muddy face.