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kayquilz · 06-01-2016, 08:18 PM

SPOILER!!: da boys

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Originally Posted by Shanners

Shuffling inside, Rooney considered if crying could get him out of this, but decided firmly that crying in front of Blaise Bellaire would be the biggest mistake of his life. Even worse than crying in front of Hadley Denaker and that had been...the worst day of his year. So far. There was still time for worse. And Professor Myers was apparently the greatest person to deliver those awful days to the Ravenclaw. Definitely in the running for worst Professor in the world. Pity, he'd earned so many respect points when he had dressed up in class. Now he was just............eh. He was just Professor Paul, who had given him five whole points for saying his pods were ugly and needed paint.

Professor of Confusion, definitely.

He passed across the lunchbox of food and stuffed his hands into his pockets. "Mum told me that if I don't have anything nice to say... I shouldn't say anything." That was the honest truth.

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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo

And just like that he was being shoved into the man's...office. Really what was this place and why was there nothing in writing to give the boy a definitive response as to what it should be classified as. Surely his quill would make something up, it was busily scribbling away right now. A part of him wanted to make it stop, to pocket the quill and notepad so he wouldn't have this moment documented but the compulsion to leave it running won out in the end so the quill just went on scribbling.

It took down the Professor's question, then Rooney's answer before turning to him, waiting for his own quote. Nothing nice to say? Sounded like his entire existence ever since Blaise had known him.

And if they were sharing parental advice, "Dad says freedom of speech is a right mankind fought too hard for to suddenly give up." So yes, he would be saying his piece. "I don't like him because he doesn't like me. He's never liked me, ever. Not since my first year and not even now. I don't know what I've done to him and I used to care but now I don't because I've decided I don't need someone so vile and mean being my friend anyway. 'm not a kicked cruppy that comes licking your face after every round. There are people who like me and I'll stick to them." Might have been over a year ago but the boy never forgot how Rooney Bronwyn used to give him death glares for just walking into a room.

Bentley told him he was making things up, Liv swore Roo was the nicest person in the world, Char told him he was imagining things but he wasn't. Phillip agreed with him and he'd found out they weren't the only ones who'd seen Rooney's dirty, grimy laundry. He wasn't as nice as everyone claimed. "I can agree I'll never say another mean thing to him, I promise I'll never speak to him again. Problem solved. Can I leave now Professor? He doesn't have anything to say and we'll be here all day if we wait for something nice to hit him."

Paul was already frustrated. But he stretched out on a lily-pad and stared at the ceiling, kicking off his shoes into the water. "Whoops," he said, but not really caring. They were crocs anyways.

"Nope, both of you have to still just a bit longer, I'm afraid," he said, letting out a sigh. "Blaise, what you say would make anyone dislike another person. Especially if it seems to have no real root to the problem..." he didn't sound mad at all; more curious. "Rooney, please, I know your mother told you that--my mother used to tell me the same thing all the time. But to tell me how you feel about Blaise--or rather, why you dislike, you don't have to be mean. You can be...diplomatic." He continued to stare at the ceiling and closed his eyes. "So tell me, Rooney. Why do you dislike Blaise? I'm curious. I like you both. I don't see anything wrong with either of you."

But he'd get to that in a minute.

06-01-2016, 08:18 PM	#71 (permalink)
kayquilz Granian Join Date: Jul 2011 Location: Bikini Bottom Posts: 21,185 Hogwarts RPG Name: Roman Gellar Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Arden Toros Gryffindor Sixth Year x4 x1	A Poop * k8 * SPOILER!!: da boys Quote: Originally Posted by Shanners Shuffling inside, Rooney considered if crying could get him out of this, but decided firmly that crying in front of Blaise Bellaire would be the biggest mistake of his life. Even worse than crying in front of Hadley Denaker and that had been...the worst day of his year. So far. There was still time for worse. And Professor Myers was apparently the greatest person to deliver those awful days to the Ravenclaw. Definitely in the running for worst Professor in the world. Pity, he'd earned so many respect points when he had dressed up in class. Now he was just............eh. He was just Professor Paul, who had given him five whole points for saying his pods were ugly and needed paint. Professor of Confusion, definitely. He passed across the lunchbox of food and stuffed his hands into his pockets. "Mum told me that if I don't have anything nice to say... I shouldn't say anything." That was the honest truth. Quote: Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo And just like that he was being shoved into the man's...office. Really what was this place and why was there nothing in writing to give the boy a definitive response as to what it should be classified as. Surely his quill would make something up, it was busily scribbling away right now. A part of him wanted to make it stop, to pocket the quill and notepad so he wouldn't have this moment documented but the compulsion to leave it running won out in the end so the quill just went on scribbling. It took down the Professor's question, then Rooney's answer before turning to him, waiting for his own quote. Nothing nice to say? Sounded like his entire existence ever since Blaise had known him. And if they were sharing parental advice, "Dad says freedom of speech is a right mankind fought too hard for to suddenly give up." So yes, he would be saying his piece. "I don't like him because he doesn't like me. He's never liked me, ever. Not since my first year and not even now. I don't know what I've done to him and I used to care but now I don't because I've decided I don't need someone so vile and mean being my friend anyway. 'm not a kicked cruppy that comes licking your face after every round. There are people who like me and I'll stick to them." Might have been over a year ago but the boy never forgot how Rooney Bronwyn used to give him death glares for just walking into a room. Bentley told him he was making things up, Liv swore Roo was the nicest person in the world, Char told him he was imagining things but he wasn't. Phillip agreed with him and he'd found out they weren't the only ones who'd seen Rooney's dirty, grimy laundry. He wasn't as nice as everyone claimed. "I can agree I'll never say another mean thing to him, I promise I'll never speak to him again. Problem solved. Can I leave now Professor? He doesn't have anything to say and we'll be here all day if we wait for something nice to hit him." Paul was already frustrated. But he stretched out on a lily-pad and stared at the ceiling, kicking off his shoes into the water. "Whoops," he said, but not really caring. They were crocs anyways. "Nope, both of you have to still just a bit longer, I'm afraid," he said, letting out a sigh. "Blaise, what you say would make anyone dislike another person. Especially if it seems to have no real root to the problem..." he didn't sound mad at all; more curious. "Rooney, please, I know your mother told you that--my mother used to tell me the same thing all the time. But to tell me how you feel about Blaise--or rather, why you dislike, you don't have to be mean. You can be...diplomatic." He continued to stare at the ceiling and closed his eyes. "So tell me, Rooney. Why do you dislike Blaise? I'm curious. I like you both. I don't see anything wrong with either of you." But he'd get to that in a minute. __________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough." Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin