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MudInMyBlood · 05-16-2015, 03:44 PM

SPOILER!!: Zeke

Her own stomach did a sort of roll, and she had to clench her butt cheeks a little bit tighter. "You'll get your chance in a minute," she cooed to her stomach as if she were speaking to a small child. Patience was a strong suit of hers, but she kept reminding herself that the longer she held in this fart the more fierce it would be. She wanted the whole class to stop and admire her farting ability. It would be worth the gas pains in the end.

"Thanks, man," Him agreeing that she really was a boy was like the best compliment that you could get. Her face lit up a little at the thought. See, Angel! She was cool because Zeke said so. "I don't plan on it." Why would she go from jeans and ponytails to dresses and make-up? Made no sense to her. None.

"Oh man, you're belly is speaking to me." What was about to erupt from the boy was going to be intense, she could just tell. No instruments or spells would be needed to here this one. "You can do it, Zeke." Such an encouraging person she was. Her bedside manner was getting better.

And fart he did. The egg smell hit her first, and her eyes watered a bit. Like a true professional she was instead of saying anything at first she scribbled down something on her parchment. Picking the paper up, she held it high so Zeke could see.

Scribbled on the paper was a large number 8! "Awesome fart." Yup, AJ had just graded his fart and on a scale of 1-10 he had scored an 8. That was her professional verdict. This was what the professor wanted them to do, right?

05-16-2015, 03:44 PM	#200 (permalink)
MudInMyBlood formerly: PhoenixStar Hippogriff Join Date: Dec 2011 Posts: 21,878 Graduated	<--- Random \| Funfetti \| Lima Bean \| Slytherpuff \| PURPLE \| Hoarder of pens \| ALWAYS Severus SPOILER!!: Zeke The thought had crossed his mind more than once this lesson that he wouldn't be needing the subject for anything he intended to pursuit after school. But THIS... was epic. Hilarious. BEST THING EVER. Did Emily have to study fartomancy? He might ask her in his letter, he'd been meaning to write. It didn't take much convincing on his part to agree with AJ's statement, "You are," he confirmed, "but it's awesome, don't ever change." Legit, seriously. Girly girls were all sorts of high maintenance not to mention sometimes boring and difficult to appease. BUT. Speaking of his butt... it was about to do it's thing, and his own butt-clenching wasn't doing much to trap the gas in. Bubbling and rumbling sounded normal, or so he thought, and the fierce part was right up his ally. "Yep, fierce is me all over, inside and out." It was a lion thing, he was sure she'd have it too. Her 'professional' verdict however had him chuckling and as a result he had no option but to do as she said. FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAART... Fart ... fart. Then silence. ... "How was that?" Nevermind the eggy smell from breakfast. Her own stomach did a sort of roll, and she had to clench her butt cheeks a little bit tighter. "You'll get your chance in a minute," she cooed to her stomach as if she were speaking to a small child. Patience was a strong suit of hers, but she kept reminding herself that the longer she held in this fart the more fierce it would be. She wanted the whole class to stop and admire her farting ability. It would be worth the gas pains in the end. "Thanks, man," Him agreeing that she really was a boy was like the best compliment that you could get. Her face lit up a little at the thought. See, Angel! She was cool because Zeke said so. "I don't plan on it." Why would she go from jeans and ponytails to dresses and make-up? Made no sense to her. None. "Oh man, you're belly is speaking to me." What was about to erupt from the boy was going to be intense, she could just tell. No instruments or spells would be needed to here this one. "You can do it, Zeke." Such an encouraging person she was. Her bedside manner was getting better. And fart he did. The egg smell hit her first, and her eyes watered a bit. Like a true professional she was instead of saying anything at first she scribbled down something on her parchment. Picking the paper up, she held it high so Zeke could see. Scribbled on the paper was a large number 8! "Awesome fart." Yup, AJ had just graded his fart and on a scale of 1-10 he had scored an 8. That was her professional verdict. This was what the professor wanted them to do, right?