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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl It was a beautiful spring day today, wasn't it? Not too warm, not too cold, juuuuuuuuust right for a big ol' plate of REVENGE.
"Hiiiiiiiiii Professor Flamsteed, Head Girl Sophie, erm, older student person," Davie respectfully greeted everyone at the Dunk Tank as he stepped up in line. "Professor Admiral Sir, I was SO EXCITED to see your name on the list of dunkees today." Know why? The youngest Truebridge positively beamed at the astronomer. "Because I KNOW how much lions looooooove water. The only thing that would make this better would be if Pebbles were, say, HANDCUFFED to your wrist."
Davie smiled as sweetly as possible with that last comment. Oh Flamsteed would get it, yes he would. This was ALL ABOUT THAT TIME OF SUFFERING and now Davie had his turn to get even. It helped that Flamsteed was dressed perfectly for the occasion. Weirdly, yes, but when he thought about it, David actually appreciated the literalness of the House pride outfit. He was a walking mascot, wasn't he? Plus the big yellow suit just made him that easier of a target.
The first year lined up on his mark, aimed his first Muggle base ball --- which was weird, because it didn't look like a chemical base at all to him --- and aimed it for the target. OOOOOOOOOOOP. A miss.
"Don't worry, Admiral!" he assured the professor loudly and cheerfully. "I've got another!" Quote:
Originally Posted by feeheeheeny Sophie was making small talk with Culloden and may or may not have been playfully antagonizing him when the FIRST GUEST OF THE DAY ARRIVED. HOORAH.
Was Culloden getting nervous yet? Hehehehe.
"Hi Dante." Her secret santa friend. "For sure. This was my idea, so s'only right that I got stationed here." No one had the bravery to tell her any differently, so HERE SHE WAS.
"Y'get three tries," she let him know with a mischievous sort of grin directed at the Slytherin, then up at the overgrown Slytherin inside the dunk tank as she stepped off to the side, depositing the ball in her hand back inside the blue bucket before she did so and instead opting to hold her wand in her hand.
After Dante's first through, Soph made an, "awww," noise of disappointment, then CACKLED IN TRIUMPH when the second throw hit the target perfectly. "Yaaaas," she laughed, levitating the two thrown baseballs back over into the blue bucket with her wand as she griiiiiinned over at the newly-drenched Culloden over there in the tank.
"Y'all right over there, champ?" HEHEHE. Sophie Brown wanted to eventually take her turn at lion!Flamsteed in the tank, but right now, seeing the look of mischief and determination in little Davie's eyes was MORE THAN ENOUGH fun for one lifetime. Ohhhh Merlin. This was gonna be SO GOOD.
"You're lookin' extra ravishing today, David," came Soph's reply with a biiig ol' grin, then nodded her head down toward his shoes. "Your shoes are awesome." She wanted a pair JUST LIKE THAT.
Ahem. Digressing, though, because Davie was TAUNTING FLAMSTEED which was hilarious, and then he was GETTING READY TO THROW. After customarily letting him know he had three tries, Soph stood off to the side, her wand in hand, ready to levitate the baseballs back to the bucket when necessary and potentially stop any rogue balls that came flying her way ahem. The first throw was a miss, though, and Soph offered an encouraging, "S'okay, you've got this!" His confidence and cheekiness was a HOOT. This kid was the coolest, and SHE BELIEVED IN HIM.
Checking on Pebbles to make sure she was out of the possible trajectory of and stray water, Airey began twirling his lion tail about a bit to pass the time. Clearly, his polyester stuffed muscles were intimidating.
Or not.
Hello Mr, Truebridge. Funny meeting you here.
"Thankfully for us all," he grinned. "I am not a feline and don't have any aversions to water." Not really, unless it was getting on his suit but he was not wearing one of those today. The handcuff comment, however, did elicit a roaring chuckle from the man. He expected no less, but was also rather pleased that he HAD made a lasting impression.
Not likely to get in another fight anytime soon or take anything that did not belong to use, right? The man could always hope and pretend that to be the case, but he had been a teenage boy at one point - an eccentric one at that - and knew realistic that outlook really was.
"Hit me with your best shot," he winked, his words coming out rhythmically as he spoke them. Hmm...his best shot wasn't really his best it would seem as it went wide. "Why don't you hit me with your best shot?"
Drumming on his thighs with his hands, Airey bopped his head to a beat that only he could hear and offered the Ravenclaw a thumbs up. Naturally, Miss Brown was there to cheer the boy on. He could only imagine the satisfaction the Head Girl had at her [i]collection[/s] of professors lined up and willing to play their part in this little shindig to satisfy the masses. Airey, of course, would have been lined up just like Mr. Truebridge was, to take his shot against his professors back in his day.
He was actually a little relieved to see that the line of revenge was not terribly long as of right now.
"Hit me with your best shot...fire awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!"
Or was that really the Ravenclaw's best shot? An amused smirk tugged at the astronomer's lips as he continued drumming away.
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