A Poop * k8 *
Paul had fled the scene of his cast list post BECAUSE he hadn't wanted to deal with unhappy students yet, you know? They could come see him, sure, but...yeah. He wanted a bit of space.
He was almost out of the Entrance Hall when he heard the blood curdling SCREAM.
It didn't sound like a Gryffindor pitching a fit, NOOOOO! It sounded SCARY and REAL and by the time the older professor scurried back to the scene, all he saw was the disappearing form of Zoryn, a spilled bucket of blood, Kitty with her fingers DRENCHED in blood, and Emmeline and Flynn who had apparently come to see what was up.
His brain didn't know where to go to first???? "Kitty---" he didn't know if he should be mad, but... "Kitty, what in the world---where did you get all the blood? Did YOU do the-----" Blood hawk? "Hello?" He waved a hand in front of her face. Not to mention the words she had written---assuming it was her, and Paul WAS because they caught her red handed, literally---were.....scary, to Paul at least. Inequality? End the struggle? Kitty....what in the world.... "Did you three see Kitty do this?" He eyed the spilled blood. And Olivia had joined the small group of them, too. He siphoned up the blood back into the bucket. "I saw Zoryn run away quickly-----" he almost wanted to question her, too. "Did you all see Zoryn do anything? Who screamed and why?"
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |