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The Healer had shown up...........and put herself in the same situation as everyone else instead of FIXING IT. Merlin's soggy beard, they'd never get out of here at this rate! Three Professors and a Healer and he bet they'd still be stuck here long after dinner was through. Sure whoever was already down in the Great Hall would be stuck down there but at least they'd be FULL.
Blaise felt like he'd only just gotten rid of one pesky poltergeist--who'd now taken to choking the Charms Professor--when he was suddenly accosted by ANOTHER!
"Hey!" The boy gave loud protest as Miffy grabbed his quill. HIS quill. His favourite quill. Raw indignation twisted his features even as she moved to shove at him. Blaise lost his grip of Kat and indeed the banister he'd been clinging to however something stopped him in his tracks before he could fall too far.
Brown eyes locked on the Poltergeist. "GIVE. IT. BACK!" The Gryffindor had attended the school long enough to know that certain things took precedence. If he didn't fight for his quill, no one would. "It's just a piece of stationary", "You can buy another", "There are real lives at stake Mr. Bellaire, we can't concern ourselves about a quill". Just the thought sent him into the kind of anger he hadn't allowed himself to feel in the longest while. His expression grew dark. He knew well enough that jumping at her was out of the picture with his legs currently stuck the way they were and he wasn't a fool to think she'd give it back. Not willing to take further chances, the boy pocketed the notepad she hadn't managed to swipe before drawing the wand he'd been practising with a solid hour ago. At the time, he'd considered putting it back but in the end had chosen to take it to dinner first.
"Accio quill!" It was HIS. The boy could derive very little pleasure from the sight of his quill bolting toward him because of the anger that still burned inside him. All he could do was pocket it as well before reholstering his wand. The nerve of them, they'd even forced him into using magic. WHEN were they going to get out of here? He'd had enough of them.
__________________ 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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