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Ah. A knock. Quite a strong knock. To be honest it was more like a strong thud. But as James was back to leaning in his chair and reading his book, he couldn’t tell the difference. Putting the book down, he grinned to himself rather foolishly over the fact that he had WON. He always won, so it wasn’t much of a surprise, but he had won nonetheless. And a victory was ALWAYS welcome. So Santa Claus and Backpack Boy had seen the error in their ways and now they were knocking in an attempt at an apology. Just the way it was supposed to happen.
James was smug.
Though he wasn’t quite sure whether he’d be willing to give out second chances… Jolly ol’ Saint Nick was surely not receiving any as he was already on strike four, but James supposed he ought to give Backpack Boy a chance to redeem himself. So he stood up, turned the handle to his door, and stepped out with a— Wait a minute.
If Santa was sitting on a chair with a rock on his lap (which did not make any sense in the first place)… And Backpack Boy was on the floor….Who knocked on his door?
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!?!??!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!??
FLAMING MARSHMALLOWS AND ROASTING FORK STUCK RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS DOOR. NOT AMUSED.
Thinking quickly, the CoMC Professor pulled his wand out from his pocket and pointed it towards the door, using a nonverbal ‘aguamenti’ spell to water down the flaming marshmallows.
He was cool. He was calm. No wait, he was positively seething. It was hard to tell whether the smoke was coming from the marshmallows or from his head at this point. Hadn’t he told them NOT to make a mess? HADN’T HE?
Angrily, James pulled the fork out of his door and turned to face the two hooligans in mention. Holding the fork out in front of him he… Watched as the soggy marshmallows slipped right onto his shoes, apparently. All ten of them. WHO ROASTED TEN MARSHMALLOWS AT ONCE ANYWAYS? Livid. He was livid. Taking a deep breath he managed a short, ”Care to explain?" His tone was pointed, angry, and terrifyingly collected all at the same time. Less of an inquiry and more of a demand. Who done it? And was it a rash thought to want to throw a Professor into detention?
If a game is what Flaming Flamsteed wanted to play, then he had just met his match.
Also, his poor door. Someone was willing to pay for the damages, YES? Oi Saint Nick, for Christmas James would like a new door and he would also like you to get a new head. Thanks.
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