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BanaBatGirl · 09-20-2014, 11:56 PM

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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo

Having received no guarantee on the tart, Maleficent opted to leave it be as well. Somehow she would find this kitchen the woman spoke of and she would watch the elves herself. Yes. FORCE them to make her a proper meal that wouldn't bring about the end of her. With this plan set she had now only to defend her thrown from this over zealous peasant standing before her--half sitting on the desk as it were.

Her eyes flashed with indignation. "You DARE presume to unseat ME???" Her voice's pitch fluctuated as she spoke but her eyes never wavered even for a second. "The nerve! The gall of you! No one unseats ME."

Oh but hang on, she was the head of this place? Ahem. Maleficent took a moment to compose herself, afterall, a queen must always be composed, even when dealing with the most difficult of subjects. "The Head you say? You're the one who's got the crown I want then." That was easy enough to gather. "Alright then, hand it over and I might let you live despite your insolence." A hand stretched forth toward her and she gave an expectant look. A crown fit for a queen, then she would truly be in charge.

"Well hurry it up, I haven't got all evening now that I know where this wretched food comes from." And blast it all that looked like blueberry pie. She would have to let them make her one as well.

"I DO dare," Anastasia nearly cackled at the girl's reaction. "The gall of ME? Of ME? To sit where I belong? YOU are the student here, Alexa, now snap out of it!" She angrily snapped her fingers in front of the girl's face and then dramatically looked at her watch.

OKAY. She'd had it. She'd had her two seconds to vacate the chair and yet she was still there. So it was now time to DO something about it. "We don't HAVE royalty in the wizarding world," she answered Alexa coolly, "and that DOES include you, Cambridge. So now I will MAKE you vacate my seat." With two smooth swishes of her wand, the girl was disarmed and dumped out of the chair and off the dais entirely. As the levitating throne came settling back into its proper place, the redhead gracefully took her seat and vanished Alexa's former plate.

Now, for the girl's belongings she had collected from her disarmament... She pocketed the wand first and then set the parchment and watch off to the side. But what was this? An exceptionally heavy bag of... candy? The redhead opened the bag and examined a few chocolate frogs and a giant book inside. The Fairy Tale Book of Fairy Tales she read off the spine with a great lack of interest.

That could stay inside the bag for now, and under her chair it went. "Don't let your late-night reading inspire you too much now, dear Head Girl," she clucked at the child on the floor opposite her table. "Now get up, dust yourself off, and go sit with your pride of lions. Perhaps THEY will fashion you a crown." A crown of mashed potatoes, if she knew them at all.

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BanaBatGirl Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,213 Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year	Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB Quote: Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo Having received no guarantee on the tart, Maleficent opted to leave it be as well. Somehow she would find this kitchen the woman spoke of and she would watch the elves herself. Yes. FORCE them to make her a proper meal that wouldn't bring about the end of her. With this plan set she had now only to defend her thrown from this over zealous peasant standing before her--half sitting on the desk as it were. Her eyes flashed with indignation. "You DARE presume to unseat ME???" Her voice's pitch fluctuated as she spoke but her eyes never wavered even for a second. "The nerve! The gall of you! No one unseats ME." Oh but hang on, she was the head of this place? Ahem. Maleficent took a moment to compose herself, afterall, a queen must always be composed, even when dealing with the most difficult of subjects. "The Head you say? You're the one who's got the crown I want then." That was easy enough to gather. "Alright then, hand it over and I might let you live despite your insolence." A hand stretched forth toward her and she gave an expectant look. A crown fit for a queen, then she would truly be in charge. "Well hurry it up, I haven't got all evening now that I know where this wretched food comes from." And blast it all that looked like blueberry pie. She would have to let them make her one as well. "I DO dare," Anastasia nearly cackled at the girl's reaction. "The gall of ME? Of ME? To sit where I belong? YOU are the student here, Alexa, now snap out of it!" She angrily snapped her fingers in front of the girl's face and then dramatically looked at her watch. OKAY. She'd had it. She'd had her two seconds to vacate the chair and yet she was still there. So it was now time to DO something about it. "We don't HAVE royalty in the wizarding world," she answered Alexa coolly, "and that DOES include you, Cambridge. So now I will MAKE you vacate my seat." With two smooth swishes of her wand, the girl was disarmed and dumped out of the chair and off the dais entirely. As the levitating throne came settling back into its proper place, the redhead gracefully took her seat and vanished Alexa's former plate. Now, for the girl's belongings she had collected from her disarmament... She pocketed the wand first and then set the parchment and watch off to the side. But what was this? An exceptionally heavy bag of... candy? The redhead opened the bag and examined a few chocolate frogs and a giant book inside. The Fairy Tale Book of Fairy Tales she read off the spine with a great lack of interest. That could stay inside the bag for now, and under her chair it went. "Don't let your late-night reading inspire you too much now, dear Head Girl," she clucked at the child on the floor opposite her table. "Now get up, dust yourself off, and go sit with your pride of lions. Perhaps THEY will fashion you a crown." A crown of mashed potatoes, if she knew them at all. __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind