 *got permission to say Airey did this**bunks with Daxton* Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite
Someone get him out of here. Now.
Of all the days for the Professor to double check the Common Room, it had to be today. Merlin's Beard what ill luck. Blaise Bellaire reluctantly dragged his feet as he entered the classroom, not sparing his Head of House a second glance. Running was out of the question, what with the man just outside having escorted him here with as much force as was typically needed. You'd think by now Professor Airey would take the hint and leave him be when he was hiding but apparently not.
The Gryffindor was practically huffing now, his quill and notepad floating close behind him as he went to take a spot--but which? He hadn't attended a single Charms class this term, for all he knew any spot he took might belong to someone else who'd been dutifully sitting there since September. Could he really rob them of this little joy? Of course not! It would only be rude. The only option would have to be leaving....er....as soon as Airey himself was nowhere close enough to catch him a second time.
For now, the boy took the easel next to Daxton with a mutter of, "He got me." before his gaze fell to the board.
Paint something...not graded...not going to be collected. So then....why would he paint it? Yeah....seemed like a perfect waste. Not even graded, this wouldn't save his perishing Charms grade. As he stood there, Blaise kept glancing through the door. The plan was to bolt before the Professor arrived. To humour the man, he dipped a finger into the red paint and made a horizontal line. There. Done.
__________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________
______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
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