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He hadn't heard the door open. He hadn't heard the Professor's initial questions. There was very little that Blaise COULD hear above the ringing and murmurs in his ears and the crackling of the fire steadily moving through the room.
It was fair to say that if his quill and notepad hadn't suddenly leapt from his pocket, the boy wouldn't have noticed the man's entrance at all.
Blaise whipped around, trying to get the location of his prized possessions. He hadn't trained them to do that, in fact, he'd told them to stand down. Fire was no place for them so WHY had they left his pockets--oh. Professor Primeaux. He'd finally returned to put out the fire! Well thank Merlin, he thought he'd be stuck here and bake or something.
Wait...wait...what...was...he DOING??
WHATWASHEDOING? WHATWASHEDOING? WHATWASHEDOING???????
Brown eyes grew wide and wild. The boy might not have heard more than a mumble or two of what the Professor had said but context clues were a hell of a thing. There was only so much a person could mean when they levitated your flammable quill and notepad above FLAMES.
"NO!" The plea was a desperate one. That notepad went as far back as perhaps...December? All that content, it was irreplaceable. His stories, the little memories. "Noooooo!!!" Didn't matter how faintly he heard his voice, he knew it must have been loud enough and strained enough for the man to comprehend his growing level of distress.
Those wide eyes quickly filled with tears as the flames caught the end of his quill--the quill he had punched Davie Truebridge between the eyes to get back; the first quill he'd ever gotten; his FAVOURITE one AND IT WAS BURNING!!!
"Aguamenti!" It wasn't working! Why wasn't it working?! Blaise shook at his wand desperately. This was not the time at ALL. He needed to focus but it was difficult to think of anything beyond the quill and the little embers climbing steadily higher onto his most prized of all his prized quills. "Aguamenti! Aguamenti!" Please work! His efforts grew all the more desperate as the fire crackled and jumped scorching the end of the notepad. Didn't matter that it hadn't caught fire, the boy was now standing outside himself, watching this all take place. Willing something to work. He wasn't aware of when it happened but a steady stream of water erupted from his wand, dousing everything in it's immediate path. It was as if his body was doing what it wanted, taking aim in all directions until the last of the flames sizzled to nothing.
__________________ 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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