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sweetpinkpixie · 06-13-2018, 03:06 PM

Opening his mouth, Derf nearly corrected the Muggle Studies professor with explaining that Picketta did more of a scamper than she did a run, but thankfully he had enough sense not to do that. He was already like an erumpent treading on thin ice as was sooooooooo no need to make things worse.

Which he always inevitably did to himself regardless. It truly was just a matter of time.

Although the Transfiguration professor provided a good enough question for him to sorta correct Professor Stewart anyway. "She scampered...really quickly," he answered sincerely, no snark nor sarcasm. The brunette had asked how and that was how, you know? "...and some leaping."

The Headmistress' silence was, well, mum was right in silence speaking louder than words. At least right now. At least the woman wasn't looking at him like a basilisk or anything? Though the look sorta reminded him of his mum and dad when they came home that one time and found the bathtubs all filled with pond water and tadpoles..and some other creatures...and they had folded their arms across their chests and just stared at him until he broke and rambled off what he had been doing and why. Which had resulted in him having to empty the tubs and scrub them clean for a month. Though he had also been able to keep approximately five tadpoles - that they were aware of at least, ahem - so all in all it had been a rather successful day despite some setbacks.

"I...um...Picketta," he began. So that everyone knew she had a name - though Professor Wayland already knew that since he had given her to him his first year. "She got out when I went to visit her...brilliantly clever and resourceful now...and I reckon she thought we were playing a bout of tag or hide-and-seek like we do sometimes...and she ran in here..." he explained while ruffling his hair a bit. Nervous tick of his that was hardly going anywhere. "Didn't even recognize where I was...too focused on trying to catch her."

...though that hardly explained how he had overheard stuff...but they were unaware of this fact. Thankfully. Finally not a #badluckDerf moment.

Though the rest of this was very much a #badluckDerf moment.

His bright blues quickly shifted to the Charms professor who seemed to be the ONLY one with their priorities in check - THANK YOU, SIR! - and the fifth year was disappointed that he could offer nothing more than a defeated shrug of the shoulder. "I...didn't see..." he frowned. Since she had slipped under the gap between the door and the floor and scampered about somewhere inside here that he couldn't see because there had been a door in the way, you know? "She likes...um...hiding in trouser legs though..." Usually how he could sneak her into the castle. Just rode on the rim of his shoes while clinging to his socks.

So...was anyone experiencing a bit of a pleasant scratching sensation?

Long finger dragging across the floor, the bowtruckle swiftly wove her way around all the trunks before her seeking out the perfect sort of hiding spot for her. Settling upon the trunk of a hooman who was speaking, her Home Tree teaching her enough of his silly language for her to understand that the hooman was offering to help find.....IT?! SHE was NOT an IT! With a fury, Picketta scrambled up and under the hem of his pantleg and tucked her rooty legs into his socks while her teeth chattered. Call her IT again ....

06-13-2018, 03:06 PM	#22 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Romanian Longhorn Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 39,947 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	sooooorry for the delay astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Opening his mouth, Derf nearly corrected the Muggle Studies professor with explaining that Picketta did more of a scamper than she did a run, but thankfully he had enough sense not to do that. He was already like an erumpent treading on thin ice as was sooooooooo no need to make things worse. Which he always inevitably did to himself regardless. It truly was just a matter of time. Although the Transfiguration professor provided a good enough question for him to sorta correct Professor Stewart anyway. "She scampered...really quickly," he answered sincerely, no snark nor sarcasm. The brunette had asked how and that was how, you know? "...and some leaping." The Headmistress' silence was, well, mum was right in silence speaking louder than words. At least right now. At least the woman wasn't looking at him like a basilisk or anything? Though the look sorta reminded him of his mum and dad when they came home that one time and found the bathtubs all filled with pond water and tadpoles..and some other creatures...and they had folded their arms across their chests and just stared at him until he broke and rambled off what he had been doing and why. Which had resulted in him having to empty the tubs and scrub them clean for a month. Though he had also been able to keep approximately five tadpoles - that they were aware of at least, ahem - so all in all it had been a rather successful day despite some setbacks. "I...um...Picketta," he began. So that everyone knew she had a name - though Professor Wayland already knew that since he had given her to him his first year. "She got out when I went to visit her...brilliantly clever and resourceful now...and I reckon she thought we were playing a bout of tag or hide-and-seek like we do sometimes...and she ran in here..." he explained while ruffling his hair a bit. Nervous tick of his that was hardly going anywhere. "Didn't even recognize where I was...too focused on trying to catch her." ...though that hardly explained how he had overheard stuff...but they were unaware of this fact. Thankfully. Finally not a #badluckDerf moment. Though the rest of this was very much a #badluckDerf moment. His bright blues quickly shifted to the Charms professor who seemed to be the ONLY one with their priorities in check - THANK YOU, SIR! - and the fifth year was disappointed that he could offer nothing more than a defeated shrug of the shoulder. "I...didn't see..." he frowned. Since she had slipped under the gap between the door and the floor and scampered about somewhere inside here that he couldn't see because there had been a door in the way, you know? "She likes...um...hiding in trouser legs though..." Usually how he could sneak her into the castle. Just rode on the rim of his shoes while clinging to his socks. So...was anyone experiencing a bit of a pleasant scratching sensation? Long finger dragging across the floor, the bowtruckle swiftly wove her way around all the trunks before her seeking out the perfect sort of hiding spot for her. Settling upon the trunk of a hooman who was speaking, her Home Tree teaching her enough of his silly language for her to understand that the hooman was offering to help find.....IT?! SHE was NOT an IT! With a fury, Picketta scrambled up and under the hem of his pantleg and tucked her rooty legs into his socks while her teeth chattered. Call her IT again .... __________________ 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