 Post 3 / #climbing! Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
Even though the directions had warned about flying objects, which will not come with accio so don't even try, Davie was still a little stunned by all the winged boxes once he saw them for himself. There were just so many! And they were whizzing so fast! And while he knew how to whistle, he wasn't very good at it. Guh. Time to put on the sticky shoes and gloves, he supposed, and just go at it.
Once the second-year had those on, and once he had gotten his hands un-stuck because he had been curious what would happen to him if he applauded himself, he moved toward the wall and started to climb. What was the point of climbing anyway if he could just get the boxes to come to him with a whistle? Yes, it was fun, and yes, the professor was probably demonstrating his powers of awesome at being able to get his students to literally run up the walls, but what WAS the point?
As usual, he was over-analyzing things and so it was no surprise that he started to slip off the wall in lack of concentration. ACK! Were his gloves not as sticky because he'd stuck them together previously?! Should he probably just try to tackle a box now?! Yes, yes he should! David let out a low, faint little whistle to try to catch a flying box's attention, and was amused (and grateful) when one flew nearer to him. It had the mannerisms of a cruppy, in his opinion. A box-shaped cruppy with wings. Hehe. Cute. "C'mere, boy," he called to the box, waving one of his sticky paws at it in a 'come hither' motion.
The flying box didn't bite.
"Come HERE, I said, boyyyyyyy." The flying box continued to zip around David's hand, just out of reach, as though it were playing with him. He leaned out further, holding the wall with one hand, and stretching a free one out to try to get it. "C'MEREEEEEEEEEEEEE, YOU SNEAKY LITTLE O---"
Oof. The second-year had let go of the wall in his frustration to catch his box, and in the process, had fallen off the wall and onto the ground again. Yay for Charms, right, because that didn't hurt much. And fortunately, he'd taken down his sneaky box while he was at it, and had managed to trap it uncomfortably under his bum. Ouccch to that though. It wasn't comfortable, but it wasn't terrible either, and in the end, sitting on the winged box proved to the box-cruppy-thing that he had won.
David took off his gloves, wedged the box out, and held it tightly under one arm while he worked his shoes off next.
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