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pundantic · 06-09-2014, 03:37 AM

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Originally Posted by lemon

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But it was still a bit chilly where the fire DIDN'T reach, so the first year had to shuffle around some for extra warmth. It would have been a good idea to let Maddie hold the torch, yeah? Too late, though, 'cause it was in Dima's hand. And paired with his clumsiness, that fire was bound to cause issues.

Like.... uh oh.

"Excuse me, mister?" He tapped the boy who was in front of him on the shoulder. "Your... er...... pants are on fire."

Ascanius had been waiting for the next set of instructions, y'know, when he suddenly felt a lot warmer. Jeez, took the old coot long enough to light a fire or something, yeah? The room did nothing for heat and standing 'round like a bunch of idiots wasn't helpful in the least.

Though, he couldn't help but wonder...was something burning?

It smelled like something was burning. Properly burning.

Just as he was about to investigate the source of the smell, that first year who had bothered him in Diagon Alley earlier in the year was bothering him yet again. What did this kid want? Couldn't he tell he was doing the whole dark, quiet and mysterious thing?

"What do yo-"

...sorry? He was WHAT? HOLY SOMETHING! LOTS OF CURSE WORDS RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW! THE FLIPPIN' WHAT?

Ascanius wasn't really sure what happened next. Screaming happened. That was for sure. So was patting down in the area where fire was, which was a VERY important area. He needed parts of his body that were on fire. And eh vaguely remembered having time to glare at Nigel who might have been laughing at him.

But no where in that did he bother to think of a way to put out the fire. 'Cause, y'know, he was on FIRE. Who had time to think about solutions? Not Ascanius.

06-09-2014, 03:37 AM	#102 (permalink)
pundantic MO Moke Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: Winterfell Posts: 8,760 Hogwarts RPG Name: Gideon Emerson Slytherin Seventh Year x4	Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN Quote: Originally Posted by lemon [COLOR="#5c246e"] But it was still a bit chilly where the fire DIDN'T reach, so the first year had to shuffle around some for extra warmth. It would have been a good idea to let Maddie hold the torch, yeah? Too late, though, 'cause it was in Dima's hand. And paired with his clumsiness, that fire was bound to cause issues. Like.... uh oh. "Excuse me, mister?" He tapped the boy who was in front of him on the shoulder. "Your... er...... pants are on fire." Ascanius had been waiting for the next set of instructions, y'know, when he suddenly felt a lot warmer. Jeez, took the old coot long enough to light a fire or something, yeah? The room did nothing for heat and standing 'round like a bunch of idiots wasn't helpful in the least. Though, he couldn't help but wonder...was something burning? It smelled like something was burning. Properly burning. Just as he was about to investigate the source of the smell, that first year who had bothered him in Diagon Alley earlier in the year was bothering him yet again. What did this kid want? Couldn't he tell he was doing the whole dark, quiet and mysterious thing? "What do yo-" ...sorry? He was WHAT? HOLY SOMETHING! LOTS OF CURSE WORDS RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW! THE FLIPPIN' WHAT? Ascanius wasn't really sure what happened next. Screaming happened. That was for sure. So was patting down in the area where fire was, which was a VERY important area. He needed parts of his body that were on fire. And eh vaguely remembered having time to glare at Nigel who might have been laughing at him. But no where in that did he bother to think of a way to put out the fire. 'Cause, y'know, he was on FIRE. Who had time to think about solutions? Not Ascanius. __________________