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sweetpinkpixie · 01-08-2016, 08:12 PM

SPOILER!!: dis. all dis. yas. oh boy XD

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

Sweet Solstice! (heh) He was being handed the roasting stick! What an honor! David traded Pebbles off for the stick and bag of 'shallows, and settled back into his seat as best as he could with his backpack still on. Oops, had he forgotten to take that off? Oh well. He was so used to it by now, he didn't even notice it. Maybe THAT was how turtles felt about their shells. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, YES, yes, that WAS how turtles felt about their shells, and THAT must have been the answer to the bronze knocker's riddle from last term! A backpack! NOW he got it! Duhhhhhhhh. Heh. Funny.

Smirking to himself at his own thoughts, David stuck a few (read: 10) marshmallows onto the end of the poker. He was very careful not to stick himself in the process, and then he began to gently rotate them over the fire. Patience was key when roasting marshmallows, and David pretty much had allllllllll the time in the world. The backpack, though, didn't. It actually WAS being a bit of a hindrance now, straining at his back as it were, and trying to pull him back into his seat even though he was wanting to lean forward toward the fireplace.

"What's the name of the film?" he continued their conversation curiously as he carried on with the ambitious roasting. "So he's a bit like a Muggle giant, only made out of sugar?" Fascinating, those Muggles. Very creative. Much wow. "What's he do?" He probably had some magical powers, right? And probably was allergic to fire, much like these 'shallows, two of which at the bottom were getting too toasty? No no no, he could do a better roasting job than that!

David leaned forward again to try to get the marshmallows at a better angle, but his backpack was simply not having it. The weight of the stuffed pack combined with the restraints of the padded straps multiplied by the strain of David's weight and taken to the nth power of the lure of the fire equaled a bit of a disaster in the making. As the backpack's straps finally snapped, David began to fall face-first into the fireplace. BUT OH NO, FIRE, NOT TODAY! This second-year wasn't new to flames, and with wide eyes, he let go of the marshmallow poker so that he could avert his fall with his hands. He was (oddly) a success, and merely tumbled out of his chair and onto the floor, completely unharmed and free of his seated backpack.

However, remember the roasting stick with no fewer than ten now-flaming marshmallows on it? Yes, that one. It was headed straight for Draper's door, where it collided with solid, resounding thud, one so strong it could easily be mistaken for a knock.

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

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?

O_____________o

!?!??!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!??

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.

Settling Pebbles down on his lap for optimum pet rock bum comfort, Airey tried not to look tooooooooooo disturbed by the number of marshmallows - expensive gourmet ones at that - that were to be roasted all at once. But it was too late to tell the boy otherwise as they were already into the fire. He would just been a keen eye on those to make sure none of them charred or anything. If they did, well, he would tackle that horror if it ever reared its ugly bubbling head.

"Ghostbusters. Fascinating little study to show how the muggle film industry can capitalize on muggle's fears of the paranormal and unknown," the astronomer explained, eyes GLUED on the marshmallows as he tried not to dig a whole into the seat upon which he sat while observing their roasting. "In a nutshell, The Stay Puft Marshmallow Man became the new body of the Sumerian god Gozer as it was the next thing the heroes, the Ghostbusters, thought of and this new form would destroy the world. While more of a slightly comical plot device, as the film is meant to be an action comedy of sorts, I am of the philosophical belief that the use of this character specifically was meant to be a metaphor for something that seems harmless and cute can, given the right circumstances, become destructive and evil."

Like felines. Although all of them already WERE evil. Evil and plotting the demise of the human race.

And Hufflepuffs.

NO NOT THE MARSHMALLOOOOOOOOOWS!

Lunging forward, clutching Pebbles with one hand, Airey had hoped to save them from hitting the floor. Which, thankfully, they did not anyway and instead whizzed right by the man's head. Also made it look as though he were trying to catch the second year from falling which...well...that would be a good cover story. Ahem.

BUT SWEET SOLSTICE THE MARSHMALLOWS!

"Sweet solstice, you alright, Mr. David?" he asked hurriedly, his blue eyes lingering only for a moment on the Ravenclaw before searching for where half his bag of marshmallows had flown off to. AHA! HE FOUND THEM! Oh thank Merlin they were not rui----

And then came a sound that could be heard all the way from a galaxy far far away.

Heartbreak.

Gasping, his tone high pitched and in utter and complete SHOCK, one would think that the man had just witnessed one of his action figures being snapped in half or one of his neckties cut in two. And the new Creatures professor had the audacity to ask HIM for an explanation!?

IT WAS RATHER BLOODY OBVIOUS, WAS IT NOT?!

"You just ruined ten gourmet coconut marshmallows," the astronomer offered. YOU AND THAT AGUAMENTI SPELL.

Which had technically made a bigger mess than the roasting for to the door. Just saying.

01-08-2016, 08:12 PM	#21 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Leprechaun Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 40,105 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!!: dis. all dis. yas. oh boy XD Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl Sweet Solstice! (heh) He was being handed the roasting stick! What an honor! David traded Pebbles off for the stick and bag of 'shallows, and settled back into his seat as best as he could with his backpack still on. Oops, had he forgotten to take that off? Oh well. He was so used to it by now, he didn't even notice it. Maybe THAT was how turtles felt about their shells. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, YES, yes, that WAS how turtles felt about their shells, and THAT must have been the answer to the bronze knocker's riddle from last term! A backpack! NOW he got it! Duhhhhhhhh. Heh. Funny. Smirking to himself at his own thoughts, David stuck a few (read: 10) marshmallows onto the end of the poker. He was very careful not to stick himself in the process, and then he began to gently rotate them over the fire. Patience was key when roasting marshmallows, and David pretty much had allllllllll the time in the world. The backpack, though, didn't. It actually WAS being a bit of a hindrance now, straining at his back as it were, and trying to pull him back into his seat even though he was wanting to lean forward toward the fireplace. "What's the name of the film?" he continued their conversation curiously as he carried on with the ambitious roasting. "So he's a bit like a Muggle giant, only made out of sugar?" Fascinating, those Muggles. Very creative. Much wow. "What's he do?" He probably had some magical powers, right? And probably was allergic to fire, much like these 'shallows, two of which at the bottom were getting too toasty? No no no, he could do a better roasting job than that! David leaned forward again to try to get the marshmallows at a better angle, but his backpack was simply not having it. The weight of the stuffed pack combined with the restraints of the padded straps multiplied by the strain of David's weight and taken to the nth power of the lure of the fire equaled a bit of a disaster in the making. As the backpack's straps finally snapped, David began to fall face-first into the fireplace. BUT OH NO, FIRE, NOT TODAY! This second-year wasn't new to flames, and with wide eyes, he let go of the marshmallow poker so that he could avert his fall with his hands. He was (oddly) a success, and merely tumbled out of his chair and onto the floor, completely unharmed and free of his seated backpack. However, remember the roasting stick with no fewer than ten now-flaming marshmallows on it? Yes, that one. It was headed straight for Draper's door, where it collided with solid, resounding thud, one so strong it could easily be mistaken for a knock. Quote: Originally Posted by ArianaBlack 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? O_____________o !?!??!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?? 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. Settling Pebbles down on his lap for optimum pet rock bum comfort, Airey tried not to look tooooooooooo disturbed by the number of marshmallows - expensive gourmet ones at that - that were to be roasted all at once. But it was too late to tell the boy otherwise as they were already into the fire. He would just been a keen eye on those to make sure none of them charred or anything. If they did, well, he would tackle that horror if it ever reared its ugly bubbling head. "Ghostbusters. Fascinating little study to show how the muggle film industry can capitalize on muggle's fears of the paranormal and unknown," the astronomer explained, eyes GLUED on the marshmallows as he tried not to dig a whole into the seat upon which he sat while observing their roasting. "In a nutshell, The Stay Puft Marshmallow Man became the new body of the Sumerian god Gozer as it was the next thing the heroes, the Ghostbusters, thought of and this new form would destroy the world. While more of a slightly comical plot device, as the film is meant to be an action comedy of sorts, I am of the philosophical belief that the use of this character specifically was meant to be a metaphor for something that seems harmless and cute can, given the right circumstances, become destructive and evil." Like felines. Although all of them already WERE evil. Evil and plotting the demise of the human race. And Hufflepuffs. NO NOT THE MARSHMALLOOOOOOOOOWS! Lunging forward, clutching Pebbles with one hand, Airey had hoped to save them from hitting the floor. Which, thankfully, they did not anyway and instead whizzed right by the man's head. Also made it look as though he were trying to catch the second year from falling which...well...that would be a good cover story. Ahem. BUT SWEET SOLSTICE THE MARSHMALLOWS! "Sweet solstice, you alright, Mr. David?" he asked hurriedly, his blue eyes lingering only for a moment on the Ravenclaw before searching for where half his bag of marshmallows had flown off to. AHA! HE FOUND THEM! Oh thank Merlin they were not rui---- And then came a sound that could be heard all the way from a galaxy far far away. Heartbreak. Gasping, his tone high pitched and in utter and complete SHOCK, one would think that the man had just witnessed one of his action figures being snapped in half or one of his neckties cut in two. And the new Creatures professor had the audacity to ask HIM for an explanation!? IT WAS RATHER BLOODY OBVIOUS, WAS IT NOT?! "You just ruined ten gourmet coconut marshmallows," the astronomer offered. YOU AND THAT AGUAMENTI SPELL. Which had technically made a bigger mess than the roasting for to the door. Just saying. __________________ 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