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DaniDiNardo · 09-27-2015, 03:57 AM

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

Get off it--- what, the QUILL? "MR. GREEN, YOU MEAN?" Davie shouted back, though not as ~~hilariously~~ hysterically as Blaise was shouting. He also couldn't scramble around to SEE the quill, since he was on his back as the VICTIM of a VIOLENT, GRYFFINDOR ATTACK!

Then he felt the blow to his glasses, which cracked on impact. "MY EYES! My EYES!" Davie wailed, immediately moving both hands to his shattered lenses. He had never EVER been in a fistfight or a Muggle brawl or even a wrestling match before. He didn't have siblings. He didn't know how to share things, or give things back, or defend himself. Not really. HE was the CALM ONE!

But not now, not with his only hope of seeing clearly resting in pieces in his hands. Davie scooted sideways with his glasses in his hands, mostly likely dragging the green quill with him and his scooting bum. "I can't seeeeeeeeee!" the Ravenclaw wailed, as he squinted up at the blurry Blaise. "Now look what you've done, you... you BRUTE!"

"ITS NAME IS NOT MR. GREEN!!!" And another punch for good measure of messing up his quill with STUPID names like 'Mr. Green'. Creativity was clearly lost on this one but before he could deliver yet ANOTHER punch, the boy had squirmed away going on about his STUPID glasses and his STUPID eyes and supposedly not being able to see; the lying bugger.

Wait.

Wait the boy moved and he still couldn't find his quill. It must still have been stuck UNDER him.

jbfsdljfbsuorfgksdugsdkbudg!!!!!

"How many times do I have to tell you to get OFF?!?!!?" Blaise yelled, his frustration hitting levels it hadn't hit in years. His thoughts and actions became more frantic as he considered the very real possibility of having his quill crushed by the now two-eyed Ravenclaw while his blue quill still floated at a safe distance scribbling everything down in skewed detail.

The first year grabbed the boy by his shirt, giving very little regard to the fact he couldn't see. "I'm gonna find something ELSE to break if you don't GET OFF my quill right NOW!"

09-27-2015, 03:57 AM	#29 (permalink)
DaniDiNardo MO & DMLE Crup Join Date: May 2012 Location: Over here! (GMT -5) Posts: 17,243 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ruth (Rae) Elliot Gryffindor First Year x12 x12	Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl Get off it--- what, the QUILL? "MR. GREEN, YOU MEAN?" Davie shouted back, though not as ~~hilariously~~ hysterically as Blaise was shouting. He also couldn't scramble around to SEE the quill, since he was on his back as the VICTIM of a VIOLENT, GRYFFINDOR ATTACK! Then he felt the blow to his glasses, which cracked on impact. "MY EYES! My EYES!" Davie wailed, immediately moving both hands to his shattered lenses. He had never EVER been in a fistfight or a Muggle brawl or even a wrestling match before. He didn't have siblings. He didn't know how to share things, or give things back, or defend himself. Not really. HE was the CALM ONE! But not now, not with his only hope of seeing clearly resting in pieces in his hands. Davie scooted sideways with his glasses in his hands, mostly likely dragging the green quill with him and his scooting bum. "I can't seeeeeeeeee!" the Ravenclaw wailed, as he squinted up at the blurry Blaise. "Now look what you've done, you... you BRUTE!" *"ITS NAME IS NOT* MR. GREEN!!!" And another punch for good measure of messing up his quill with STUPID names like 'Mr. Green'. Creativity was clearly lost on this one but before he could deliver yet ANOTHER punch, the boy had squirmed away going on about his STUPID glasses and his STUPID eyes and supposedly not being able to see; the lying bugger. Wait. Wait the boy moved and he still couldn't find his quill. It must still have been stuck UNDER him. jbfsdljfbsuorfgksdugsdkbudg!!!!! "How many times do I have to tell you to get OFF?!?!!?" Blaise yelled, his frustration hitting levels it hadn't hit in years. His thoughts and actions became more frantic as he considered the very real possibility of having his quill crushed by the now two-eyed Ravenclaw while his blue quill still floated at a safe distance scribbling everything down in skewed detail. The first year grabbed the boy by his shirt, giving very little regard to the fact he couldn't see. "I'm gonna find something ELSE to break if you don't GET OFF my quill right NOW!"** __________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________ ______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.