 Sassenach | RAVENPUFF | Sing me a song of a lass that is gone | bookDRAGON | #awkwardturtle<#
BEFORE
"THE VULCAN SALUTE!" Art yelled. Oops. Ehh. He held up his well-practiced Vulcan Salure in return to the.. the... whoever that man was (Airey).
Art couldn't help but grin at his golden oldie pal's laughter. He tapped his own head and said "Well-well, you know, sometimes your brain has to let go of some of the information to learn new information." He nodded, and stopped tapping on his head. He didn't want a headache. "It's okay to forget things." Well, unless it was forgetting things like the previous Headmaster. Yes, he had read about it in the newspaper. "Ahhh herBOLogy," he said, his grin spreading across his face again. He shuffled his position a bit, not wanting his joints to get stiff in the same position. "I'll uh... I'll hav-have to come by and... and uhh... and speak to you about some things." He loved Herbology, and he loved talking about it. "Me? Oh, Potions," he said with a nod.
Now, anger was rarely in Art's nature. But this... old hag was really doing it for him. Stupid prophesies, mumbo jumbo. He sat back down, determined to ignore her, and quite thankful that he was almost as far away from her as possible. Perhaps he could re-position himself to the other side of his neighbour? Actually, that was a good idea. He stood up, and slowly moved his chair to the edge of the table. He went back to get his plate, cup, cutlery etc. and moved it there too. Now he was as far away from the old hag as he could get.
NOW
Just in time for the speech... which was nice. Art clapped at the right moments, and felt Madame Curie clap too. Yes, she was a good clapper. "Oh Great Scott.. NO!" he said, slamming his hand on the table. That... that.. that... THING was going to be TEACHING at the school?
But... he was at least able to divert his attention from the problems, to his food. Yes, he was starving. He tucked his napkin into his sweater and started eating the delicious food... completely ignoring what was going on around him... until...
What was that young boy (Blaise) doing? He was... he was... Art almost leapt out of his seat as the little kid threw some food, directed at the old hag. "YOU GO! GET HER! GET HER!" he cheered. Wait... was that allowed?
It didn't matter. Because his stomach wasn't quite finished with the food, so he sat back down to eat it. Until... until it started to... leak. The ceiling was LEAKING. He looked up and saw that, actually, it was raining. And all around him, umbrellas were popping out? Seriously? He looked back up at the raining ceiling, letting the drops of water fall over his face. It was refreshing.
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