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DaniDiNardo · 09-27-2015, 04:11 PM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

So much for a peaceful lunch in the Great Hall. He had just been about to tuck into his meat pie when there had been an eruption of loud noises coming from one of the tables. Loud noises accompanied by .... OH SWEET SOLSTICE WHY WAS ONE OF THOSE STUDENTS IN RED?!

Swooping in like a well dress bat, the Astronomy professor loomed over the two students were acting like a pair of ...of....of Klingons with the vein in his ~~unusually~~ large forehead making its presence known. If he had more than a split second to react he could have come up with a more appropriate response, BUT HE DID NOT HAVE THAT MOMENT.

"WHAT IN ORION'S NAME IS GOING ON HERE?!" he roared, his eyes only now focusing on who the crimson and blue robes had belonged to respectively.

...................on top of everything else, Mr. Bellaire? Sweet solstice he hadn't had so many issues with one student since Mr. Hirase.

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

How could Davie possibly get up when Blaise was yanking him around by his shirt? HUH? HUH? HOW ABOUT THAT ONE, GENIUS GRYFFINDOR. The threat of having his teeth broken next only caused Davie to wail for help LOUDER.

...fortunately, the boy who cried Help found it at last.... only it was in the form of a professor.

Gulp. Davie quickly swallowed the rest of his tears, although a few had streaked his face, as he tried to place the voice of the blurry form looming over him. "Professor Ff--- Admiral Flamsteed?" he squeaked, raising a hand to try to whack Blaise's grip away from his shirt. "Mister--- Prof--- ADMIRAL, SIR! Blaise broke my g-g-gglasses!"

All he was doing was CRYING. That wasn't going to help anything and it wasn't getting him any closer to his quill or his notepad. This was getting ridiculous--LOUD and ridiculous which only sent the Gryffindor's frustration through the roof.

The boy froze suddenly at the booming voice behind him. Legit frozen, no movements, didn't even try anything when Davie tried removing his hands from his shirt. Slowly, the boy turned to face the Professor, feeling all the colour leave his face.

"I did break his glasses." He said. It wasn't a proud tone, nor was it one that denoted zero remorse but rather one of sudden realization. "I did because he STOLE my favourite quill and I told him it was mine but he was saying he was gonna keep it anyway because he found it but he DIDN'T find it because it was RIGHT NEXT TO ME on the playground, I made it safe and he TOOK IT and helostmynotepadtoothathasallmynotessinceJulyandall myfavouritemoments and he doesn't even CARE!"

His voice broke on the last word, forcing him to quiet down so he wouldn't be accused of blubbering like Four Eyes was doing. It was finally hitting him that if Davie couldn't find his notepad then all his encounters with his new friends in Diagon Alley, along with his sorting and his first few classes would all be lost...lost forever and he'd never find them again and DEEP BREATH. No tears, none, just watery eyes but nothing TRICKLING like the Ravenclaw that was being an obvious girl; a girl thief at that. Those were the worst. After another breath, he tried speaking again.

"You don't keep things that don't belong to you. It's wrong."

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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 sweetpinkpixie So much for a peaceful lunch in the Great Hall. He had just been about to tuck into his meat pie when there had been an eruption of loud noises coming from one of the tables. Loud noises accompanied by .... OH SWEET SOLSTICE WHY WAS ONE OF THOSE STUDENTS IN RED?! Swooping in like a well dress bat, the Astronomy professor loomed over the two students were acting like a pair of ...of....of Klingons with the vein in his ~~unusually~~ large forehead making its presence known. If he had more than a split second to react he could have come up with a more appropriate response, BUT HE DID NOT HAVE THAT MOMENT. "WHAT IN ORION'S NAME IS GOING ON HERE?!" he roared, his eyes only now focusing on who the crimson and blue robes had belonged to respectively. ...................on top of everything else, Mr. Bellaire? Sweet solstice he hadn't had so many issues with one student since Mr. Hirase. Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl How could Davie possibly get up when Blaise was yanking him around by his shirt? HUH? HUH? HOW ABOUT THAT ONE, GENIUS GRYFFINDOR. The threat of having his teeth broken next only caused Davie to wail for help LOUDER. ...fortunately, the boy who cried Help found it at last.... only it was in the form of a professor. Gulp. Davie quickly swallowed the rest of his tears, although a few had streaked his face, as he tried to place the voice of the blurry form looming over him. "Professor Ff--- Admiral Flamsteed?" he squeaked, raising a hand to try to whack Blaise's grip away from his shirt. *"Mister--- Prof--- ADMIRAL, SIR! Blaise broke my g-g-gglasses!"* All he was doing was CRYING. That wasn't going to help anything and it wasn't getting him any closer to his quill or his notepad. This was getting ridiculous--LOUD and ridiculous which only sent the Gryffindor's frustration through the roof. The boy froze suddenly at the booming voice behind him. Legit frozen, no movements, didn't even try anything when Davie tried removing his hands from his shirt. Slowly, the boy turned to face the Professor, feeling all the colour leave his face. "I did break his glasses." He said. It wasn't a proud tone, nor was it one that denoted zero remorse but rather one of sudden realization. "I did because he STOLE my favourite quill and I told him it was mine but he was saying he was gonna keep it anyway because he found it but he DIDN'T find it because it was RIGHT NEXT TO ME on the playground, I made it safe and he TOOK IT and helostmynotepadtoothathasallmynotessinceJulyandall myfavouritemoments and he doesn't even CARE!" His voice broke on the last word, forcing him to quiet down so he wouldn't be accused of blubbering like Four Eyes was doing. It was finally hitting him that if Davie couldn't find his notepad then all his encounters with his new friends in Diagon Alley, along with his sorting and his first few classes would all be lost...lost forever and he'd never find them again and DEEP BREATH. No tears, none, just watery eyes but nothing TRICKLING like the Ravenclaw that was being an obvious girl; a girl thief at that. Those were the worst. After another breath, he tried speaking again. "You don't keep things that don't belong to you. It's wrong." __________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________ ______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.