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sweetpinkpixie · 09-22-2017, 02:36 AM

So this was IT. Although Derf wasn't entirely sure what IT meant and, if he was being honest, he did not particularly have high hopes nor his sights set on anything too grand. For once. It had merely become a trend at Hogwarts that he would forever be "too young" for this and that - yes, there was some lingering Hufflepuff angst in the air over the whole IMPS stuff and other things - so when it came to picking a role to audition for, well, the third year simply assumed priority would go to older students.

Worm. He was perfectly satisfied with being a worm. He could do a mean wiggle worm dance, you know?

Waiting apprehensively, fingers knotting and smoothing out his trouser pants, the Hufflepuff SHOT to his feet when it was his turn and something in him just sorta...flipped and then he was in the ZONE.

"PROFESSOR MYERS!" he pleaded with a DESPERATION like he really needed to use the loo. Which, well, maybe he did a little. Nervous energy and all. He was even half running over to the man and would have reached out and shaken the man's shoulders but...er...he settled for fidgeting with his fingers a moment and then ruffling his hair like a cruppy full of flea."I need detention......... I REALLY need detention." He paused, hands still ruffling his hair like he was scrubbing it with too much shampoo in the shower. "See, there's this girl..." That felt kinda BEYOND embarassing to say and he felt some heat move to his cheeks, causing him to rub both of them with his palms before his hands went to his sides. He had no idea what this Harmony looked like, but in his head she was brunette and wore Slytherin robes. "I know, I know, it always starts with a girl ..." Oh a boy...because for a moment Derf's thoughts wandered to Abey and what they had discussed on the train. "But this bo---ER---girl is special... " Had he just botched his audition with that slip up? It was all in the recovery, right? Right. "I mean it THIDS time... Really special. Her name is Harmony... But she goes by Harm. Cute huh? She can harm me any time she wants. And she has too. A couple of times," he continued, eyes lighting up as he spoke and held up his hand to indicate five as the number of times. Only he paused...and timidly lifted the index finger on his other hand for six. "But I deserved it... Cause I touched her once." His hands waved dramatically in front of his face. "I didn't touch her anywhere BAD. Just on the shoulder," he added hurriedly, patting his own shoulder to illustrated just HOW. Like patting the head of an adorable kneazle. "AND she broke my finger. So I guess we kind of have held hands," he nodded sheepishly while looking at one of his fingers, examining it really, as he continued speaking. "I was juuuuuuuuust gonna ask to borrow a pencil. One of those ones she sharpens and then throws in the ceiling all over school." He paused to glance back at his Head of House, you know, to make sure the man was still listening to his plight. "She even got one in the gym ceiling. You know how HIGH that is? Like...like 5000 feet!" Yes, there were arm gestures accompanying this how high talk and he even stood up on his tip toes for emphasis. "And I just stand under those pencils, hoping one will fall down and I can have one of them for my very own. Something to remember her by," he sighed all big and with his shoulders slouching from the weight of that sigh, thoughts drifting to those times he would just WISH Valerie Gray would have noticed him last term but she never did. Save for when she shouted at him at Merlin's Pride. Bright blue eyes looking up longingly at the ceiling for a bit longer, his head suddenly snapped back to look at the professor. "UNTIL.... I get in to detention."

NOW he opted to take a few more steps towards the Herbology professor, each one heavy with NEED and burdened with helplessness. So basically...his feet were dragging...which was fitting because he was often so reluctant to ask this particular professor for much. Which, you know, only added to the urgency of his words within the monologue.

"I gotta figure out some way to get detention because I wanna see her more... Be with her more... And turn Harm into Harmony again..." he pleaded softly with a deep SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH of a love struck school boy, eyes looking downcast at that "broken" finger again and tracing over the knuckle with his other hand. "Cause.... I see that beautiful harmony under all that black and gloom. She just needs a reason to smile and....." There was a particularly pregnant pause here as Derf slooooowly lifted his bright blues to look at Professor Myers. And lip chewing, LOADS of lower lip chewing. The third year's own thoughts were muddled and during practice he had been thinking one thing but now there was another. Well, not in place of the other but more blended and...confused. But it did not take away from the sincere sentiment either way and he spoke defiantly with an honesty from the depths of his little Hufflepuff heart. "....I want to be that reason."

He remained silent for several counts - like...five or so - while that thought hung in the air and he stared the man down with his best serious face.

But it didn't last too long as Derf relaxed and he shoved his hands in his pockets. You know. No big deal. Just plotting here. "So I have to get detention. What's something good... I mean I want it to be really really good so I get thrown in there a long time... Plus I have to make it worth it... Something great that she can respect..." he trailed off, eyes looking up at the ceiling again looking for one of those pencils. His eyes even seem to find one as it fell to the ground and roooooolled all the way over to Professor Myer's feet. It was supposed to represent his Lumos moment. "How about..... giving the Headmistress a wedgie?" he chirped eagerly, skillfully changing up the words to make them more relevant for the setting and stuff. Something he maybe should have thought up earlier when he mentioned a gym but eh, oh well. "THAT would do it... a good old up the back over the head mega wedgie. Let's do this!"

He ended the scene holding out his hand towards Professor Myers for a shake, you know, since the whole setting had been for the man to help him and now it was expected that the man shake his hand in agreement and stuff.

But soon enough, Derf broke scene and pulled a crumbled piece of parchment from his pocket. Just a little something he had learned from the one and only Rooney Bronwyn. Yes. A signed head shot with his name, year, and house on the back. Along with a little scribble of top three roles of Sir Luckless's horse, worm, and rock because, you know, only a third year and stuff.

"Thanks, professor," he grinned upon slipping that piece of paper to the man and then bounded out of the room.

09-22-2017, 02:36 AM	#7 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Romanian Longhorn Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 39,890 Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Diamond Marchbanks Gryffindor Sixth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Zachaël Lufkin Owl Post x12 x12	*Derf says audition for rock or worm gives up* I say give him whatever, myers :3 astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf So this was IT. Although Derf wasn't entirely sure what IT meant and, if he was being honest, he did not particularly have high hopes nor his sights set on anything too grand. For once. It had merely become a trend at Hogwarts that he would forever be "too young" for this and that - yes, there was some lingering Hufflepuff angst in the air over the whole IMPS stuff and other things - so when it came to picking a role to audition for, well, the third year simply assumed priority would go to older students. Worm. He was perfectly satisfied with being a worm. He could do a mean wiggle worm dance, you know? Waiting apprehensively, fingers knotting and smoothing out his trouser pants, the Hufflepuff SHOT to his feet when it was his turn and something in him just sorta...flipped and then he was in the ZONE. "PROFESSOR MYERS!" he pleaded with a DESPERATION like he really needed to use the loo. Which, well, maybe he did a little. Nervous energy and all. He was even half running over to the man and would have reached out and shaken the man's shoulders but...er...he settled for fidgeting with his fingers a moment and then ruffling his hair like a cruppy full of flea."I need detention......... I REALLY need detention." He paused, hands still ruffling his hair like he was scrubbing it with too much shampoo in the shower. "See, there's this girl..." That felt kinda BEYOND embarassing to say and he felt some heat move to his cheeks, causing him to rub both of them with his palms before his hands went to his sides. He had no idea what this Harmony looked like, but in his head she was brunette and wore Slytherin robes. "I know, I know, it always starts with a girl ..." Oh a boy...because for a moment Derf's thoughts wandered to Abey and what they had discussed on the train. "But this bo---ER---girl is special... " Had he just botched his audition with that slip up? It was all in the recovery, right? Right. "I mean it THIDS time... Really special. Her name is Harmony... But she goes by Harm. Cute huh? She can harm me any time she wants. And she has too. A couple of times," he continued, eyes lighting up as he spoke and held up his hand to indicate five as the number of times. Only he paused...and timidly lifted the index finger on his other hand for six. "But I deserved it... Cause I touched her once." His hands waved dramatically in front of his face. "I didn't touch her anywhere BAD. Just on the shoulder," he added hurriedly, patting his own shoulder to illustrated just HOW. Like patting the head of an adorable kneazle. "AND she broke my finger. So I guess we kind of have held hands," he nodded sheepishly while looking at one of his fingers, examining it really, as he continued speaking. "I was juuuuuuuuust gonna ask to borrow a pencil. One of those ones she sharpens and then throws in the ceiling all over school." He paused to glance back at his Head of House, you know, to make sure the man was still listening to his plight. "She even got one in the gym ceiling. You know how HIGH that is? Like...like 5000 feet!" Yes, there were arm gestures accompanying this how high talk and he even stood up on his tip toes for emphasis. "And I just stand under those pencils, hoping one will fall down and I can have one of them for my very own. Something to remember her by," he sighed all big and with his shoulders slouching from the weight of that sigh, thoughts drifting to those times he would just WISH Valerie Gray would have noticed him last term but she never did. Save for when she shouted at him at Merlin's Pride. Bright blue eyes looking up longingly at the ceiling for a bit longer, his head suddenly snapped back to look at the professor. "UNTIL.... I get in to detention." NOW he opted to take a few more steps towards the Herbology professor, each one heavy with NEED and burdened with helplessness. So basically...his feet were dragging...which was fitting because he was often so reluctant to ask this particular professor for much. Which, you know, only added to the urgency of his words within the monologue. "I gotta figure out some way to get detention because I wanna see her more... Be with her more... And turn Harm into Harmony again..." he pleaded softly with a deep SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH of a love struck school boy, eyes looking downcast at that "broken" finger again and tracing over the knuckle with his other hand. "Cause.... I see that beautiful harmony under all that black and gloom. She just needs a reason to smile and....." There was a particularly pregnant pause here as Derf slooooowly lifted his bright blues to look at Professor Myers. And lip chewing, LOADS of lower lip chewing. The third year's own thoughts were muddled and during practice he had been thinking one thing but now there was another. Well, not in place of the other but more blended and...confused. But it did not take away from the sincere sentiment either way and he spoke defiantly with an honesty from the depths of his little Hufflepuff heart. "....I want to be that reason." He remained silent for several counts - like...five or so - while that thought hung in the air and he stared the man down with his best serious face. But it didn't last too long as Derf relaxed and he shoved his hands in his pockets. You know. No big deal. Just plotting here. "So I have to get detention. What's something good... I mean I want it to be really really good so I get thrown in there a long time... Plus I have to make it worth it... Something great that she can respect..." he trailed off, eyes looking up at the ceiling again looking for one of those pencils. His eyes even seem to find one as it fell to the ground and roooooolled all the way over to Professor Myer's feet. It was supposed to represent his Lumos moment. "How about..... giving the Headmistress a wedgie?" he chirped eagerly, skillfully changing up the words to make them more relevant for the setting and stuff. Something he maybe should have thought up earlier when he mentioned a gym but eh, oh well. "THAT would do it... a good old up the back over the head mega wedgie. Let's do this!" He ended the scene holding out his hand towards Professor Myers for a shake, you know, since the whole setting had been for the man to help him and now it was expected that the man shake his hand in agreement and stuff. But soon enough, Derf broke scene and pulled a crumbled piece of parchment from his pocket. Just a little something he had learned from the one and only Rooney Bronwyn. Yes. A signed head shot with his name, year, and house on the back. Along with a little scribble of top three roles of Sir Luckless's horse, worm, and rock because, you know, only a third year and stuff. "Thanks, professor,*" he grinned upon slipping that piece of paper to the man and then bounded out of the room. __________________ When you’re stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born with* fire and gold in our eyes