Bentley shook his head at the American boy. Umm no clearly he was way too happy to make a fool of their professor. The old man didn't even realize what he was doing.
"Nah he's good." The 6th year replied.
"You wouldn't want him to push himself too far and get hurt would you, American?" His eyes narrowed just a bit as he looked at the boy.
The sixth year Gryffindor tilted his head and fixed Ace with a look. Show off his moves? He was not a poppy show. There was no way he was going to
bust a move so the Americans would have something to guffaw at. He shook his head slowly at the prefect.....
"No Ace. That is not how I get down."
The professor got a relieved smile when he said Bentley was right. See some common sense was going to prevail....pride would be restored to Hogwarts..the professor was finally coming to his se----
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Like....feet shuffling. The chicken wing. THE SPRINKLER.
No.....oh no....Oh no.....
Each move was a dagger to his heart. So painful to watch..
"Oh professor.....oh no...." Where was the headmistress? Someone needed to save this man from himself.