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Originally Posted by Shanners  Ink was messy.
INK WAS MESSY.
"DIE, INK. DIE." There was a third year at a sink, a third year with a wish. A Ravenclaw with a mission. An intention. A dedication. To kill the ink that had betrayed him.
The ink that had stained his leg and his UNDERWEAR.
His poor pants. Or boxers, as he was now wearing because thirteen year olds were almost adults and required them. No, he wasn't just chilling with his clothes at his ankles. He had used a cubicle to remove them and place his trousers back on and was now just scrubbing with FURY at the fabric.
And no. He wouldn't use magic.
HE WAS TOO ANGRY, TOO UPSET, TOO FURIOUS TO USE MAGIC.
DIE INK. "DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE." Professor's had to pee too.
Which is why Professor Draper was in the boy's bathroom, naturally. Seeing as his own office was all the way down on the grounds, he had to work with what was around him. Meaning, unfortunately he'd most likely bump into a few students along the way. As if office hours weren't enough.
Whilst he was in the cubicle, he heard some frantic running followed by cubicle closing and reopening... And then there was screaming.
Just another day in the Hogwarts loo.
He walked out of the cubicle over to the sink, eyeing the screaming boy in mention. "That's hardly the way to greet your Professor."
But James would probably be screaming too if his voice still sounded like that. Who wouldn't be angry over the fact that puberty had yet to hit? It was unfortunate. Maybe in a few years, kid. It happens to everyone eventually.
Also the boxers in the kid's hands. James wouldn't ask. But he was eyeing. And judging too.
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