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Ashwinder · 01-11-2016, 02:02 AM

Text Cut: Professor and (Goat Sniffer) David

Quote:

Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

Everything was NOT going to be okay. David was NOT okay with this hag of a fraud--- FRAUD OF A HAG! Look! He was so ticked off he wasn't even putting WORDS IN THE ORDER RIghT! And now Myers was DRAGGING him away from that laughing haggedly paggedly graddedlgjlsgsfs---

"Let me GO," he ~~whined~~ shouted as he squirmed away from the professor's reach, and took a big stomp away from him and Julia with his arms crossed. TOUGH LUCK STOMPING ON HIS LEG NOW, firstie! Nuuuuuuuuh! David stuck his tongue out at her, then noticed her big, tearful eyes, and suddenly felt the urge to look down toward the lake. He kicked a pebble in its direction, even though they were like, meters away. "I'm NOT a goat sniffer," he continued, averting his eyes to the space above her head for just one second, because it was pretty weird to insult someone without at least feigning eye contact. "YOU'RE the goat sniffer. NONE of these predictions are real. She didn't even READ the crystal ball right--- right, professor? Right? She's obviously up to something OTHER THAN realllllllll Divination."

David's sharp blue eyes flicked over to Paul for confirmation. The second-year was holding on to his trust of Hogwarts' excellent teaching staff right now. This blind faith in them was the only reason HE wasn't crying like Julia the child. THE HAG WASN'T EVEN OFFICIAL STAFF. She was just temporary. And she was smelly. AND she was DEFINITELY HIDING SOMETHING in her TENT. Please, Professor Myers, confirm this to be true. Please. David needed to hear it again, because for a second there, Myers hadn't sounded so sure of himself...

Quote:

Originally Posted by kayquilz

Paul let David go as soon as the boy snapped at him, and his wide, blue eyes merely remained calm as both children...seemed distraught. He turned to Julia...

"It is probably not that nice to call David a goat sniffer...and even if he did sniff goats, m'dear, would that be that terrible? Goats are very interesting creatures when they aren't kicking you in the face..." he kept his voice lowered and cool.

Now.

He ran a hand through his fluffy white hair and looked out at the lake. "None of our predictions are real. Miss Black was merely messing with us.." that cackle was piercing through his heart right now.

"NO one is a goat sniffer!" Paul raised his voice slightly. "You two should not be insulting each other! You're both upset by what you heard--how in the world is insulting each other going to make EITHER of you feel better?" he was trying to appeal to logic, here, kids. He put a hand on each of their shoulders. "David...Julia...Miss Black wasn't being serious. I promise. I'm not frightened..."

HE WAS OWLING MILTON ASASP. AHEM.

"And...I want you both to say something nice to each other. Come on, you can do it. It's not that hard." Just to get the positive vibes back and all.

Julia stared up at the professor, not entirely sure what to make of that. She'd hadn't meant to be nice when she'd called David names; that was the whole point. And what was all this about goats being interesting and nice and maybe sniffing wasn't so bad? Only weirdos sniffed goats.

...whatever he meant by it, it distracted her enough that all the big, gloopy tears in her eyes didn't actually fall. They reabsorbed in that weird, tingly way that tears do. But, she supposed she was willing to forgive David for telling her the Grim was real, if the professor promised them that none of the predictions were true.

"Because I bet she wouldn't have given me the Grim if Daaaavid hadn't been so rude to her." Julia stuck her tongue out at the boy.

...and now she had to say something nice to him. Did it have to be something nice about him, or just to him? She supposed it was the former, and grudgingly commented, "You have nice shoes."

Which she'd noticed while attempting to stomp on his foot.

01-11-2016, 02:02 AM	#51 (permalink)
Ashwinder MO Puffskein Join Date: Sep 2009 Location: Staring at a Wall. Posts: 2,285 Hogwarts RPG Name: Elias Inkwell First Year x7	Snake disguised as Raven Browncoat Text Cut: Professor and (Goat Sniffer) David Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl Everything was NOT going to be okay. David was NOT okay with this hag of a fraud--- FRAUD OF A HAG! Look! He was so ticked off he wasn't even putting WORDS IN THE ORDER RIghT! And now Myers was DRAGGING him away from that laughing haggedly paggedly graddedlgjlsgsfs--- "Let me GO," he ~~whined~~ shouted as he squirmed away from the professor's reach, and took a big stomp away from him and Julia with his arms crossed. TOUGH LUCK STOMPING ON HIS LEG NOW, firstie! Nuuuuuuuuh! David stuck his tongue out at her, then noticed her big, tearful eyes, and suddenly felt the urge to look down toward the lake. He kicked a pebble in its direction, even though they were like, meters away. "I'm NOT a goat sniffer," he continued, averting his eyes to the space above her head for just one second, because it was pretty weird to insult someone without at least feigning eye contact. "YOU'RE the goat sniffer. NONE of these predictions are real. She didn't even READ the crystal ball right--- right, professor? Right? She's obviously up to something OTHER THAN realllllllll Divination." David's sharp blue eyes flicked over to Paul for confirmation. The second-year was holding on to his trust of Hogwarts' excellent teaching staff right now. This blind faith in them was the only reason HE wasn't crying like Julia the child. THE HAG WASN'T EVEN OFFICIAL STAFF. She was just temporary. And she was smelly. AND she was DEFINITELY HIDING SOMETHING in her TENT. Please, Professor Myers, confirm this to be true. Please. David needed to hear it again, because for a second there, Myers hadn't sounded so sure of himself... Quote: Originally Posted by kayquilz Paul let David go as soon as the boy snapped at him, and his wide, blue eyes merely remained calm as both children...seemed distraught. He turned to Julia... "It is probably not that nice to call David a goat sniffer...and even if he did sniff goats, m'dear, would that be that terrible? Goats are very interesting creatures when they aren't kicking you in the face..." he kept his voice lowered and cool. Now. He ran a hand through his fluffy white hair and looked out at the lake. "None of our predictions are real. Miss Black was merely messing with us.." that cackle was piercing through his heart right now. "NO one is a goat sniffer!" Paul raised his voice slightly. "You two should not be insulting each other! You're both upset by what you heard--how in the world is insulting each other going to make EITHER of you feel better?" he was trying to appeal to logic, here, kids. He put a hand on each of their shoulders. "David...Julia...Miss Black wasn't being serious. I promise. I'm not frightened..." HE WAS OWLING MILTON ASASP. AHEM. "And...I want you both to say something nice to each other. Come on, you can do it. It's not that hard." Just to get the positive vibes back and all. Julia stared up at the professor, not entirely sure what to make of that. She'd hadn't meant to be nice when she'd called David names; that was the whole point. And what was all this about goats being interesting and nice and maybe sniffing wasn't so bad? Only weirdos sniffed goats. ...whatever he meant by it, it distracted her enough that all the big, gloopy tears in her eyes didn't actually fall. They reabsorbed in that weird, tingly way that tears do. But, she supposed she was willing to forgive David for telling her the Grim was real, if the professor promised them that none of the predictions were true. "Because I bet she wouldn't have given me the Grim if Daaaavid hadn't been so rude to her." Julia stuck her tongue out at the boy. ...and now she had to say something nice to him. Did it have to be something nice about him, or just to him? She supposed it was the former, and grudgingly commented, "You have nice shoes." Which she'd noticed while attempting to stomp on his foot.