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Text Cut: Abra Quote:
Originally Posted by Felixir  Funny how difficult it become to navigate the world with egg in your eyes. Also strange how it sort of stung, even though eggs had always seemed to Abra to be on the milder end of the spectrum of foodstuffs.
Getting to his wand was harder than he had anticipated, given how he was down one of his five major senses, and also trying not to draw more attention to himself or worsen the egg situation. Merlin. Why? Why him? Literally, actually, why was it always him?
Naturally, he was quite grateful for the help when it was offered.
"Professor Marchand?" Was that 'me'? Really, there was nobody else it could have been; not only did he have a distinctive accent, but Abra knew his voice pretty well by that point. "Yes. Please. Yes please." He might have gone on to point out that it smelled weird, but then some of the - yolk? white? whatever it was, it was gross - somehow managed to drip into his mouth, and he gagged instead. It was probably a good thing, because he was also all set to go on about how this was perhaps the WORST thing that could have happened IN FRONT OF EVERYONE and that he was PRACTICALLY DYING and at the very least going to go BLIND from EGGSHELL to the EYEBALL... which was perhaps just a touch too dramatic.
Poltergeists. Hated them. Hated them all. As if Abra didn't look like an idiot every other day of the week/month/year/century/millennium/whatever-came-next, it apparently had to be even worse on special occasions. BECAUSE OF THE POLTERGEIST.
Where was the Hogwarts Express? Could it just pick him up now, from right here? Abra wasn't above begging.
Gaston nodded when Abra said his name, then immediately remembered the poor kid wouldn't see that. Nice job, professor, he inwardly berated himself. "Yes, I'm here," he replied, already reaching for his wand. He was very glad the boy accepted his help; they really needed to get that egg out of his eyes! Hopefully Abra's permission would be good enough for Derf and history wouldn't repeat itself, but just in case, Gaston held his wand hand as high as possible.
"Okay, I'm going to vanish the shell pieces, then I'll siphon the rest off you," he explained. He felt it was important to go over what was about to happen since the poor boy couldn't see him perform the spells. "It won't hurt; just hold still..." He aimed his wand, intending to perform a nonverbal spell but decided against it. He wanted Abra to know when the spell was performed and not worry that he would perform some other spell that the ones he said. "Evanesco." Then he performed a quick, "Tergeo."
"There, all done," he said, lowering his wand. "Is that better?" He hoped so; it would be awful if the poor kid had to spend the feast in the hospital wing!
Text Cut: Emmalyn Quote:
Originally Posted by Birchwoodmom While she talked with Hattie and Maddie, several more students made their way to the table and took a seat. "Yeah, I will miss my mom, but my dad won't let me come home." She just left it at that. It was supposed to be a celebration and, with the Dufftown events so close and all, she didn't want to add any of her own personal mess to the feast.
Then she looked up and saw Derf. Her heart paused for a moment before thumping like a crazed rabbit. When he didn't mention the corridor, she breathed a large sigh of relief. "Hi Derf. Happy end of term." Whatever that was supposed to mean. Either way she was beyond thankful he was acting like nothing had happened. Especially since he would be at the same camp as she would be all summer.
Just as she was about to say hi to more of her housemates, Peeves decided to grace them with his presence. She ducked and dodged the eggs, hoping to not be hit. A second shower of the day was not on her to do list.
"Hi Professor Marchand. I hope you have a happy summer." She gave him a big smile and wave before turning her attention to the piles of food before her. The food. That was one of the things she would be missing over the summer. Camp food was always a wild card.
Gaston's head whipped around as he heard someone else call his name, spilling his dark hair into his eyes. Despite his overwhelming sadness, it was impossible not to return Emmalyn's big smile with one of his own. "Thank you, Emmalyn," he said. "I'm sure I will; I'm looking forward to spending the summer with my wife and daughter. What about you? Do you have any summer plans?"
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