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MadMadamMalfoy · 10-06-2016, 03:41 PM

Gaston had just returned from a stroll around the grounds, his black and white cat purring contentedly in his arms. Phantom gave a small disgruntled snort as he shifted her just enough to reach his wand. With a nonverbal Alohomora, he turned the doorknob, but the moment he stepped inside... POP, POP, POP, POP!!!

"MERLIN'S BEARD!!! WHAT WAS THAT?!?!" The Frenchman exclaimed, but his voice was drowned out by the sound of rapidfire banging, like a hundred firecrackers going off. His brilliant blue eyes widened in panic at the noise. What? Where? How? Before he could react, something wet and sticky poured all over him - and his cat! With an ear-splitting yowl, Phantom shot out of his arms and made a beeline for the space underneath his desk, leaving a trail of pink, green, and orange paw prints behind. Wait, was that paint?

He wiped his forehead to stop the liquid dripping form his hair from running into his eyes, and sure enough his hand came away stained in a rainbow of colors. But... how had that happened? Gaston's eyes darted from the broken pieces of what looked like balloons littering the floor to the remains of a net suspended above him, and he started to connect the dots. This had to be one (or both) of the poltergeists' handiwork! Those two seemed to have it out for him, but he had no idea why! He sighed angrily, his hands clenching into fists. He had had it with this nonsense! He was going straight to the bloody Baron about this... just as soon as he wasn't covered in paint.

He reached for his wand, but it was nowhere to be found. Where was his wand?! Oh, that's right... it had been in his hand when he was ambushed by the falling paint balloons. He must've dropped it! After a quick search of the room, taking extra care not to get paint on the furniture, he finally found his wand under his desk. A pair of angry yellow eyes glowered at him from the shadows, and the moment he reached for his wand, Phantom growled and hissed. Gaston winced, immediately withdrawing his hand, and saw four red marks running across the the back of his hand where Phantom has clawed him. Obviously he wasn't getting his wand back anytime soon...

As Gaston turned away, he saw something on the floor just inside the doorway. At first he thought it was just more balloon fragments, but upon closer inspection, he found it was a scarf. The paint had made it impossible to tell what colors it had been originally, but it clearly belonged to a student. Gaston didn't want to believe one of his students would do that to him, but the evidence was right in front of him! Why? After he went out of his way to be kind to them...

Eight years as a teaching assistant at Beaubatons, and nothing like this had ever happened to him! Now in only one semester at Hogwarts, he'd already been attacked with knives in the kitchen and now this! Gaston never imagined the residents of Hogwarts could be so cruel! Actually I think I'd prefer the knives, he thought darkly. At least there was a spell to stop the knives from injuring him, but there was no spell to keep his heart from being wounded by this! He blinked quickly as he took several deep breaths, fighting to keep his emotions in line, lest the guilty party was nearby watching, laughing at him. He wasn't about to give them the satisfaction of seeing him fall apart!

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MadMadamMalfoy Newbie Mod Alley Proprietor Mackled Malaclaw Join Date: Feb 2016 Location: Hazbin Hotel Posts: 11,077 Hogwarts RPG Name: Norman A. Carton Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Sydney M. L. Masters Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Maddox B. Buchanan Gryffindor Fourth Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Caledon Roth The Leaky Cauldron	Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ Dark Brooding Girl ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll Gaston had just returned from a stroll around the grounds, his black and white cat purring contentedly in his arms. Phantom gave a small disgruntled snort as he shifted her just enough to reach his wand. With a nonverbal Alohomora, he turned the doorknob, but the moment he stepped inside... POP, POP, POP, POP!!! "MERLIN'S BEARD!!! WHAT WAS THAT?!?!" The Frenchman exclaimed, but his voice was drowned out by the sound of rapidfire banging, like a hundred firecrackers going off. His brilliant blue eyes widened in panic at the noise. What? Where? How? Before he could react, something wet and sticky poured all over him - and his cat! With an ear-splitting yowl, Phantom shot out of his arms and made a beeline for the space underneath his desk, leaving a trail of pink, green, and orange paw prints behind. Wait, was that paint? He wiped his forehead to stop the liquid dripping form his hair from running into his eyes, and sure enough his hand came away stained in a rainbow of colors. But... how had that happened? Gaston's eyes darted from the broken pieces of what looked like balloons littering the floor to the remains of a net suspended above him, and he started to connect the dots. This had to be one (or both) of the poltergeists' handiwork! Those two seemed to have it out for him, but he had no idea why! He sighed angrily, his hands clenching into fists. He had had it with this nonsense! He was going straight to the bloody Baron about this... just as soon as he wasn't covered in paint. He reached for his wand, but it was nowhere to be found. Where was his wand?! Oh, that's right... it had been in his hand when he was ambushed by the falling paint balloons. He must've dropped it! After a quick search of the room, taking extra care not to get paint on the furniture, he finally found his wand under his desk. A pair of angry yellow eyes glowered at him from the shadows, and the moment he reached for his wand, Phantom growled and hissed. Gaston winced, immediately withdrawing his hand, and saw four red marks running across the the back of his hand where Phantom has clawed him. Obviously he wasn't getting his wand back anytime soon... As Gaston turned away, he saw something on the floor just inside the doorway. At first he thought it was just more balloon fragments, but upon closer inspection, he found it was a scarf. The paint had made it impossible to tell what colors it had been originally, but it clearly belonged to a student. Gaston didn't want to believe one of his students would do that to him, but the evidence was right in front of him! Why? After he went out of his way to be kind to them... Eight years as a teaching assistant at Beaubatons, and nothing like this had ever happened to him! Now in only one semester at Hogwarts, he'd already been attacked with knives in the kitchen and now this! Gaston never imagined the residents of Hogwarts could be so cruel! Actually I think I'd prefer the knives, he thought darkly. At least there was a spell to stop the knives from injuring him, but there was no spell to keep his heart from being wounded by this! He blinked quickly as he took several deep breaths, fighting to keep his emotions in line, lest the guilty party was nearby watching, laughing at him. He wasn't about to give them the satisfaction of seeing him fall apart! __________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true...