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Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: Winterfell
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Gideon Emerson Slytherin Seventh Year x4
| Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN Quote:
Originally Posted by Magical Soul Botros hadn't seen the torch light up, he was too busy admiring the work of his other good students. Look at all those glowing runes, so beautiful, so promising, so proud, so great, so-- yes, he saw the flames now. A BOY WAS TURNING INTO A TORCH. "Aguamenti!" Botros bellowed at the boy, drenching him in cold water from HEAD to TOE. Just to be sure he was properly fire-less.
"WHO lit the torch?" Ab scolded, hobbling over to the Slytherin boy and taking off one of his own two coats and throwing it around him, a bit forcefully. The coat wasn't that big considering the boy was bulky and tall enough, but it was definitely warm. Too warm, maybe. Botros was grabbing Stark's shoulder protectively, and he BLEW hot air into his face, to dry his hair. Yes, it wasn't fashionably messy anymore but it was DRY now. "You're alright?" He patted his shoulder like a man did to a man. Do not scream again, men don't scream, it said.
The professor looked down a little and found two small creatures with the lit torch. They were humans, so they must be students. Why were they hiding? Botros let go of Stark and SIGHED. "Stand up, come on, stand up." He put out their torch and reached over to grab the little girl's hand, expecting her to grab her friend's hand. He then dragged them towards their laughing Prefect. Botros smacked Barrington on the back of the head softly. "Ease up on the humor, Barrington." And he continued dragging the two kids to the wall to deal with them. Sometimes men screamed, yeah? Like, y'know, when they were on FIRE. So when Botros drenched him and his HAIR (a work of art that took upwards of thirty minutes everyday to look like he hadn't put any work into it at all) down, Ascanius tried to bite back a scowl. Sure, he didn't like most male Professors put when one was directly addressing him his disdain couldn't be obvious.
He turned his head to the side and spit out a stream of water. "M'fine," he mumbled. Though he was shooting DAGGERS at that younger kid. Violence wasn't always the answer, yeah? But it was an answer and when that particular part of his body was in question it might be the only answer. Did he even understand what he had lit on fire? He desperately needed that part of his body.
When Botros led them away, Ascanius glared at Nigel more and mumbled a little, "Jerk," in his bandmates direction. S'fine, whatever. He was on fire, but Nigel could just stand there. Not like he was BURNING to death. Where would he have found another drummer if things had gone south, huh?
And now, besides his hair which had been blown terribly wrong, the rest of his body was freezing and it was cold. Really, really cold. He quickly used a hot-air charm on the rest of his clothes to fix that up, but he couldn't EXACTLY amend the torch marks left on the front of his trousers.
......with a sour face, he mumbled more, "Incendio."
He was properly annoyed.
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