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Edward Penguin · 01-02-2014, 08:22 PM

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Originally Posted by TakemetotheBurrow

Oh no.

OH NO!

This child, the quiet one, he was dying! Or well not dying but choking or something and WHY did people insist on doing this around her? First Theo and now this boy and just MEEEP! Ella squeaked and jumped out of her seat, wandering up behind the boy. No dying allowed at Hogwarts, Merlin!

She then began slapping the boy on the back with her palm. She knew if he was coughing that the food would probably come up with a little help and a few good, hard slaps on the back should work. "You're okay, keep coughing. It'll help." But please don't pass out or die. Seriously, don't.

Ian felt the tears welling up in his eyes as his body tried to expel the intruding bit of biscuit. He thought everything was going well (even though his coughing and lack of breathing was still happening). He placed his hands against the table in a vain attempt to steady his body. He looked frantically for a napkin to wipe the drool escaping his mouth. Just as he found a lovely cloth napkin the sharp blows against his back startled him.

After the first blow he lurched forward and his left hand reached out. Unfortunately, he placed his hand in a bowl of pudding which moved forward and he found his torso falling over the table as he felt the second blow to his back. He also noted a voice coming from the general direction of the blows and wondered for a brief instant who was trying to hasten his death.

As his mid-section struck the edge of the table, he had one more forceful cough and felt the biscuit dislodge from his throat. Through watery, half closed eyes, he watched as the biscuit (covered in saliva) landed on the other side of the table. He laid there, sprawled over the table for a moment as he gathered his breath. He was slightly cogizant of the feel of warm pudding covering his left hand.

01-02-2014, 08:22 PM	#62 (permalink)
Edward Penguin Diricawl Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: Hermit town Posts: 26,826 Hogwarts RPG Name: Gendry Elwes Third Year	NARGLES! \|Tree Hugger \| Wears a Penguin Suit & Tie \| Snape on a Stick Quote: Originally Posted by TakemetotheBurrow Oh no. OH NO! This child, the quiet one, he was dying! Or well not dying but choking or something and WHY did people insist on doing this around her? First Theo and now this boy and just MEEEP! Ella squeaked and jumped out of her seat, wandering up behind the boy. No dying allowed at Hogwarts, Merlin! She then began slapping the boy on the back with her palm. She knew if he was coughing that the food would probably come up with a little help and a few good, hard slaps on the back should work. "You're okay, keep coughing. It'll help." But please don't pass out or die. Seriously, don't. Ian felt the tears welling up in his eyes as his body tried to expel the intruding bit of biscuit. He thought everything was going well (even though his coughing and lack of breathing was still happening). He placed his hands against the table in a vain attempt to steady his body. He looked frantically for a napkin to wipe the drool escaping his mouth. Just as he found a lovely cloth napkin the sharp blows against his back startled him. After the first blow he lurched forward and his left hand reached out. Unfortunately, he placed his hand in a bowl of pudding which moved forward and he found his torso falling over the table as he felt the second blow to his back. He also noted a voice coming from the general direction of the blows and wondered for a brief instant who was trying to hasten his death. As his mid-section struck the edge of the table, he had one more forceful cough and felt the biscuit dislodge from his throat. Through watery, half closed eyes, he watched as the biscuit (covered in saliva) landed on the other side of the table. He laid there, sprawled over the table for a moment as he gathered his breath. He was slightly cogizant of the feel of warm pudding covering his left hand. __________________ Image by hermygirl...she's the best!