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Felixir · 05-16-2016, 02:35 AM

SPOILER!!: idk what ur all talking about everything here is Fine and Dandy

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Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe

She wasn't really going to keep him in a jar, but the flailing of the itty bitty Bellaire was terribly amusing to the girl. "Stop your squirming before I drop you," she chided. "Or you'll have to go in my pock---"

It was the thud that drew Nicky's attention and she looked up, only to see one Airey Flamsteed on the way. Muttering, indelicately, under her breath, the girl straightened up and glanced at Daxton as the man spoke, who looked ready to bolt. "Don't you da--" well, nevermind then. The boy was off and it was just Nicky, Bitty Blaise, and the man with the rock.

She could see it in his face. He thought that she'd done this. And the crack about the bathroom... well, that was just enough to key her up. Sucking on her teeth, she considered her response, Gryffindor still in hand.

"Professor Myers knows where we are, so you don't have to worry there," she began. It was technically true. He hadn't stopped them, and he very well could have. So as far as Nicky was concerned, that was permission to leave. "And actually, yes," she smirked back. "No loo in the greenhouse. I'm thinking I may need to see the healer about it actually, but mum's a big fan of muggle cures, so I'm going to stop by the kitchens for some cranberry juice first. Infections are nasty business" She could go on, on this point, if you'd like, Professor, as she gestured vaguely with her free hand. But Blaise was squeaking and squeaking away.

"But as for this..." she used her free hand to gesture to the boy. "He just shrunk out of nowhere and I was going to bring him to you, since he's one of yours. But since you were so kind to meet us halfway..." Nicky, emboldened by the ease with which they had left herbology, took a step forward, and in one fluid motion slipped Blaise into the man's jacket breast pocket.

"Good day." With that, she stepped to the side, fully intending to pass him by.

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

There was....an awful lot of loud squeaking going on from the tiny Mr. Blaise...and Airey was understanding precisely 0% of it despite the Gryffindor having his undivided attention at the moment. Although he did think he may have heard a please in there somewhere...maybe?

But any inclination he had had to trying to make out what Mr. Blaise was saying was quickly snuffed out by Mr. Prince's attempt at escape. "DAXTON PRINCE," the astronomer barked paternally at the boy, his wand at the ready to prevent further self dismissal should the need arise. "Back here. NOW."

Consider that the first and final warning.

"What do you mean he knows you are here?" the astronomer gaped at Miss Iver. Meaning...what exactly? Obviously they had not been dismissed? Or hopefully rather? WHY WAS THIS ENTIRE SITUATION SO UTTERLY ABSURD?! "Once we are done here, Miss Iver, I will gladly escort you to see Healer Murdoch." Wait...what had she just said? Infection? What?

The man was still a bit too preoccupied with the tiny Gryffindor between her fingers...but now was also thinking about cranberry juice...

SWEET SOLSTICE COULD JUST ONE OF THEM STAND STILL?!

Oh wait, no, she was moving towards him and....

"MISS IVER! THERE IS AN EXTENSION CHARM IN PLACE ON THAT POCKET!"

SWEET SOLSTICE THEY MAY NEVER FIND BLAISE BELLAIRE AGAIN!

Well, erm....if that was the case then...well... making Herbology the third class, apparently, that the boy was skipping would be the least of his concerns?

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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo

Everything was happening so quickly. Airey had only just caught up to them, Daxton was bolting, the new girl was talking about her bladder and and and "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OO!"

HE DID NOT WANT TO GO IN THE POCKET! NO! HOLY KNEAZLE NO! NOOO!

Blaise flailed about wildly, cringing only at Airey's booming words that warned Daxton to come back. He might have tried explaining just what the girl meant when she said the Professor knew they'd gone but see, he was in more pressing danger, the kind that he may never get out of and it was enough to have him kinda....screaming.....very very shrill but tiny screams as he begged.

By some luck, the boy managed to grab hold of the fabric!ledge of the man's pocket. One glance down had told him that he did NOT want to let go.

This was not how this was meant to end. Not in a pocket after having magic forced on him. Sweet Circe. How did this even happen?? The young Gryffindor had to take several breaths to calm down, several DEEPS breaths while he tightened his grip. The only part of him currently visible was his little fingers that clung to the edge of the pocket. After several minutes of deep breathing, the boy made attempts to pull himself up. With a lot of effort, he managed to fling his leg over too but he severely miscalculated the required force and soon found himself once again clinging for dear life so he wouldn't fall.

"Help meeeee!" He didn't want to fall onto the pavement and go SPLAT. Kid should have taken his chances inside the pocket. Chances were, falling wouldn't have hurt so much.

The sound of his name being boomed across the courtyard was enough to tell Daxton that he had, in fact, been detected. No surprise, either; Airey Flamsteed could be annoyingly perceptive at times.

Though instinct told him to keep running, Daxton stopped in his tracks, skidding to a halt on the unevenly paved ground. He had definitely just heard the words Daxton Prince escape Airey Flamsteed's lips. Not Mr. Prince, but Daxton Prince. That alone had been enough to stop him.

Turning to face the group again, having had his back to them only for the necessity of running away (the only time it could ever possibly be okay), Daxton stood where he was, a little unsure of what to do next. He did not wish to return to class willingly, but the idea of being caught and forced to return was equally unpleasant. He watched the group - which from here looked more like a pair - uncertainly.

Even from where he was he could hear the strange conversation between Airey Flamsteed and the Iver girl, could see that the professor had his wand drawn, could make out the tiny high-pitched screams from Blaise Bellaire. He watched from afar, taking a half step closer, and then another, very very slowly so that he was technically obeying the order to return. But then, there was some sort of commotion, accompanied by yells and screams that were clearly from both the professor and Blaise, and Iver was attempting to make a quick exit too.

Taking advantage of the moment of disorder, and glimpsing another opportunity, Daxton made a second attempt at slipping away, darting for the doors whilst he still had the chance.

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Felixir Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,228 Hogwarts RPG Name: Charlie Upstead Gryffindor Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurelio Kaiser Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexei Petrov Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Typhon Prince Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Achilles Zacharias Ravenclaw Fifth Year x12 x12	Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight SPOILER!!: idk what ur all talking about everything here is Fine and Dandy Quote: Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe She wasn't really going to keep him in a jar, but the flailing of the itty bitty Bellaire was terribly amusing to the girl. "Stop your squirming before I drop you," she chided. "Or you'll have to go in my pock---" It was the thud that drew Nicky's attention and she looked up, only to see one Airey Flamsteed on the way. Muttering, indelicately, under her breath, the girl straightened up and glanced at Daxton as the man spoke, who looked ready to bolt. "Don't you da--" well, nevermind then. The boy was off and it was just Nicky, Bitty Blaise, and the man with the rock. She could see it in his face. He thought that she'd done this. And the crack about the bathroom... well, that was just enough to key her up. Sucking on her teeth, she considered her response, Gryffindor still in hand. "Professor Myers knows where we are, so you don't have to worry there," she began. It was technically true. He hadn't stopped them, and he very well could have. So as far as Nicky was concerned, that was permission to leave. "And actually, yes," she smirked back. "No loo in the greenhouse. I'm thinking I may need to see the healer about it actually, but mum's a big fan of muggle cures, so I'm going to stop by the kitchens for some cranberry juice first. Infections are nasty business" She could go on, on this point, if you'd like, Professor, as she gestured vaguely with her free hand. But Blaise was squeaking and squeaking away. "But as for this..." she used her free hand to gesture to the boy. "He just shrunk out of nowhere and I was going to bring him to you, since he's one of yours. But since you were so kind to meet us halfway..." Nicky, emboldened by the ease with which they had left herbology, took a step forward, and in one fluid motion slipped Blaise into the man's jacket breast pocket. "Good day." With that, she stepped to the side, fully intending to pass him by. Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie There was....an awful lot of loud squeaking going on from the tiny Mr. Blaise...and Airey was understanding precisely 0% of it despite the Gryffindor having his undivided attention at the moment. Although he did think he may have heard a please in there somewhere...maybe? But any inclination he had had to trying to make out what Mr. Blaise was saying was quickly snuffed out by Mr. Prince's attempt at escape. "DAXTON PRINCE," the astronomer barked paternally at the boy, his wand at the ready to prevent further self dismissal should the need arise. "*Back here. NOW." Consider that the first and final* warning. "*What do you mean he knows* you are here?" the astronomer gaped at Miss Iver. Meaning...what exactly? Obviously they had not been dismissed? Or hopefully rather? WHY WAS THIS ENTIRE SITUATION SO UTTERLY ABSURD?! "Once we are done here, Miss Iver, I will gladly escort you to see Healer Murdoch." Wait...what had she just said? Infection? What? The man was still a bit too preoccupied with the tiny Gryffindor between her fingers...but now was also thinking about cranberry juice... SWEET SOLSTICE COULD JUST ONE OF THEM STAND STILL?! Oh wait, no, she was moving towards him and.... "MISS IVER! THERE IS AN EXTENSION CHARM IN PLACE ON THAT POCKET!" SWEET SOLSTICE THEY MAY NEVER FIND BLAISE BELLAIRE AGAIN! Well, erm....if that was the case then...well... making Herbology the third class, apparently, that the boy was skipping would be the least of his concerns? Quote: Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo Everything was happening so quickly. Airey had only just caught up to them, Daxton was bolting, the new girl was talking about her bladder and and and "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OO!" HE DID NOT WANT TO GO IN THE POCKET! NO! HOLY KNEAZLE NO! NOOO! Blaise flailed about wildly, cringing only at Airey's booming words that warned Daxton to come back. He might have tried explaining just what the girl meant when she said the Professor knew they'd gone but see, he was in more pressing danger, the kind that he may never get out of and it was enough to have him kinda....screaming.....very very shrill but tiny screams as he begged. By some luck, the boy managed to grab hold of the fabric!ledge of the man's pocket. One glance down had told him that he did NOT want to let go. This was not how this was meant to end. Not in a pocket after having magic forced on him. Sweet Circe. How did this even happen?? The young Gryffindor had to take several breaths to calm down, several DEEPS breaths while he tightened his grip. The only part of him currently visible was his little fingers that clung to the edge of the pocket. After several minutes of deep breathing, the boy made attempts to pull himself up. With a lot of effort, he managed to fling his leg over too but he severely miscalculated the required force and soon found himself once again clinging for dear life so he wouldn't fall. "Help meeeee!"** He didn't want to fall onto the pavement and go SPLAT. Kid should have taken his chances inside the pocket. Chances were, falling wouldn't have hurt so much. The sound of his name being boomed across the courtyard was enough to tell Daxton that he had, in fact, been detected. No surprise, either; Airey Flamsteed could be annoyingly perceptive at times. Though instinct told him to keep running, Daxton stopped in his tracks, skidding to a halt on the unevenly paved ground. He had definitely just heard the words Daxton Prince escape Airey Flamsteed's lips. Not Mr. Prince, but Daxton Prince. That alone had been enough to stop him. Turning to face the group again, having had his back to them only for the necessity of running away (the only time it could ever possibly be okay), Daxton stood where he was, a little unsure of what to do next. He did not wish to return to class willingly, but the idea of being caught and forced to return was equally unpleasant. He watched the group - which from here looked more like a pair - uncertainly. Even from where he was he could hear the strange conversation between Airey Flamsteed and the Iver girl, could see that the professor had his wand drawn, could make out the tiny high-pitched screams from Blaise Bellaire. He watched from afar, taking a half step closer, and then another, very very slowly so that he was technically obeying the order to return. But then, there was some sort of commotion, accompanied by yells and screams that were clearly from both the professor and Blaise, and Iver was attempting to make a quick exit too. Taking advantage of the moment of disorder, and glimpsing another opportunity, Daxton made a second attempt at slipping away, darting for the doors whilst he still had the chance. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!