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sweetpinkpixie · 09-28-2015, 06:26 AM

SPOILER!!: sweet solstice you two adorable neanderthals <3

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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!"

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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo

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."

OH FOR THE LOVE OF SPOCK!

All this over an inanimate object? That was simply...well, he supposed he really could not call strong attachment to an object absurd. The look Pebbles was giving him right now was a firm reminder of that. So it was that the astronomer took several loooooooooooooooong breaths in and out before he even began to entertain the idea of speaking.

"Alright....ALRIGHT! OFF ONE ANOTHER AND TO YOUR FEET," his voice boomed, as if raising his voice would somehow muffle the sounds of tear induced sniffles and whimpers. "Allow me to recap...Mr. Bellaire...you say that..." And then the man just stopped talking entirely when he saw the willing, or unwilling, accomplice.

Oh sweet solstice. Ooooooooooooooh sweeeeeeeeeet solstice.

The young man didn't even have red hair but he was already doing a bit of an awkward wiggle where he stood.

NO. Put that aside, Flamsteed. Don't let fear cloud your thoughts. Fear was the path to the dark side...

"...that Mr. Truebridge took some items from you without permission and has either lost or damaged them...and it was for this reason that you elected breaking Mr. Truebridge's glasses and tackle him to the floor as the appropriate response, correct?" he said nice and slowly while doing his best not to look nervously at the Ravenclaw.

Forget eye for an eye, seemed Mr. Bellaire was a practitioner of two eyes for an eye.

09-28-2015, 06:26 AM	#35 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Romanian Longhorn Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 39,822 Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Diamond Marchbanks Gryffindor Sixth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Zachaël Lufkin Owl Post x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf SPOILER!!: sweet solstice you two adorable neanderthals <3 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!"* Quote: Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo 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." OH FOR THE LOVE OF SPOCK! All this over an inanimate object? That was simply...well, he supposed he really could not call strong attachment to an object absurd. The look Pebbles was giving him right now was a firm reminder of that. So it was that the astronomer took several loooooooooooooooong breaths in and out before he even began to entertain the idea of speaking. "Alright....ALRIGHT! OFF ONE ANOTHER AND TO YOUR FEET," his voice boomed, as if raising his voice would somehow muffle the sounds of tear induced sniffles and whimpers. "Allow me to recap...Mr. Bellaire...you say that..." And then the man just stopped talking entirely when he saw the willing, or unwilling, accomplice. Oh sweet solstice. Ooooooooooooooh sweeeeeeeeeet solstice. The young man didn't even have red hair but he was already doing a bit of an awkward wiggle where he stood. NO. Put that aside, Flamsteed. Don't let fear cloud your thoughts. Fear was the path to the dark side... "...that Mr. Truebridge took some items from you without permission and has either lost or damaged them...and it was for this reason that you elected breaking Mr. Truebridge's glasses and tackle him to the floor as the appropriate response, correct?" he said nice and slowly while doing his best not to look nervously at the Ravenclaw. Forget eye for an eye, seemed Mr. Bellaire was a practitioner of two eyes for an eye. __________________ When you’re stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born with fire and gold in our eyes