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MadMadamMalfoy · 09-12-2018, 07:45 AM

Gaston's bright blue eyes scanned the pitch. He saw the Ravenclaw prefect (Jackson) offering water and gave the boy an appreciative nod. He was about to award house points for his kindness when a voice distracted him, and he looked to the other end of the pitch. It seemed Bel had already finished her laps and was giving the others encouragement. She too received a look of approval. Oh, good! It looked like Daisy was finished too; now she could rest her leg. He gave her a sympathetic look, but his expression changed as he overheard Scrimgeour's answer to her question. Did he have to be so condescending about it? And why were his eyes narrowing at Foster like that? It was bad enough that he didn't lift a finger to help the injured students, but surely he couldn't actually disapprove of someone else helping, could he? Somehow he had a bad feeling that Foster hadn't heard the last of this.

Gaston couldn't for the life of him understand how anyone could be so heartless, but before he could think too much about it, Dizzy's words jerked him out of his thoughts,
and he nodded in reply. And Beth was offering to help too. He beamed at both girls. At least they knew how to be kind, unlike some people at this school! "Thank you, ladies," he replied.

Satisfied that Lex was in good hands, he turned his attention to Stella. Seeing this little one cry was breaking his heart, but at least she seemed to be calming down now. Blink, blink.
For a moment, all he could do was stare, too touched by the girl's words to speak. "No thanks necessary, Miss Starson. It's my job to care about you," he said once he found his voice. "I think you'll find in time that most of the professors here are very kind."

He nodded, giving Abra an appreciative smile as he agreed to stay with Stella... not that he ever doubted he would, of course, but it was kind nonetheless. "Thank you," he replied in a whisper. His face fell as he heard Stella's next words. Before he could speak, he overheard Abra reassuring her, but still he felt he should say something. "That's true. Headmaster Scrimgeour only said you had to complete five laps; he never said you couldn't have a friend stay with you while you do it," he added. "Besides, Abra is a prefect; it's part of his job to help you, as it it mine. But if you'd rather, I can take you to the hospital wing myself. My classroom is right down the hall, so I'd be passing by there anyway."

Once Stella was taken care of, Gaston turned his attention to Lucas. He was going to offer to clean him up, but Stella had already taken care of that herself. He was impressed! Not many first years could do that spell, and on the first day back no less! He beamed. "Three points to Gryffindor for helping Mr. Dakest, Miss Starson," he said; then he turned to the boy with a small, though hopefully encouraging smile. No, he wasn't in trouble. He just wanted to make sure he was okay and help him if he needed it. "Good, I'm glad you aren't injured, Mr. Dakest," he said, nodding as he mentioned getting back to running. "Keep going; you can do it!"

Out of the corner of his good eye, Gaston saw a young Ravenclaw (Natasha) struggling. He eyed her with concern as she finished her laps and left the pitch, his mind debating whether or not to follow and check on her. But before he could make up his mind, he heard an all too familiar giggle, followed by shouting and food flying. He inwardly groaned. Oh, good Godric Gryffindor! Not him... not now! Surely now the headmaster would do something, but as his eyes flicked toward the old man, he saw him standing just as motionless as ever. Oh, don't tell me... letting Peeves run amok is supposed to "build character", he thought, his anger at the man's impassiveness mounting with every passing moment. He drew his wand to deflect the sausages being thrown at him and the other professors; it took every ounce of restraint he had not to aim it at the poltergeist next. "Go. Away. NOW." he snarled through clenched teeth. Not a good idea to test him, Peeves!

09-12-2018, 07:45 AM	#200 (permalink)
MadMadamMalfoy Newbie Mod Alley Proprietor Mackled Malaclaw Join Date: Feb 2016 Location: Hazbin Hotel Posts: 11,082 Hogwarts RPG Name: Norman A. Carton Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Sydney M. L. Masters Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Maddox B. Buchanan Gryffindor Fourth Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Caledon Roth The Leaky Cauldron	*plays catch-up* Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ Dark Brooding Girl ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll Gaston's bright blue eyes scanned the pitch. He saw the Ravenclaw prefect (Jackson) offering water and gave the boy an appreciative nod. He was about to award house points for his kindness when a voice distracted him, and he looked to the other end of the pitch. It seemed Bel had already finished her laps and was giving the others encouragement. She too received a look of approval. Oh, good! It looked like Daisy was finished too; now she could rest her leg. He gave her a sympathetic look, but his expression changed as he overheard Scrimgeour's answer to her question. Did he have to be so condescending about it? And why were his eyes narrowing at Foster like that? It was bad enough that he didn't lift a finger to help the injured students, but surely he couldn't actually disapprove of someone else helping, could he? Somehow he had a bad feeling that Foster hadn't heard the last of this. Gaston couldn't for the life of him understand how anyone could be so heartless, but before he could think too much about it, Dizzy's words jerked him out of his thoughts, and he nodded in reply. And Beth was offering to help too. He beamed at both girls. At least they knew how to be kind, unlike some people at this school! "Thank you, ladies," he replied. Satisfied that Lex was in good hands, he turned his attention to Stella. Seeing this little one cry was breaking his heart, but at least she seemed to be calming down now. Blink, blink. For a moment, all he could do was stare, too touched by the girl's words to speak. "No thanks necessary, Miss Starson. It's my job to care about you," he said once he found his voice. "I think you'll find in time that most of the professors here are very kind." He nodded, giving Abra an appreciative smile as he agreed to stay with Stella... not that he ever doubted he would, of course, but it was kind nonetheless. "Thank you," he replied in a whisper. His face fell as he heard Stella's next words. Before he could speak, he overheard Abra reassuring her, but still he felt he should say something. "That's true. Headmaster Scrimgeour only said you had to complete five laps; he never said you couldn't have a friend stay with you while you do it," he added. "Besides, Abra is a prefect; it's part of his job to help you, as it it mine. But if you'd rather, I can take you to the hospital wing myself. My classroom is right down the hall, so I'd be passing by there anyway." Once Stella was taken care of, Gaston turned his attention to Lucas. He was going to offer to clean him up, but Stella had already taken care of that herself. He was impressed! Not many first years could do that spell, and on the first day back no less! He beamed. "Three points to Gryffindor for helping Mr. Dakest, Miss Starson," he said; then he turned to the boy with a small, though hopefully encouraging smile. No, he wasn't in trouble. He just wanted to make sure he was okay and help him if he needed it. "Good, I'm glad you aren't injured, Mr. Dakest," he said, nodding as he mentioned getting back to running. "Keep going; you can do it!" Out of the corner of his good eye, Gaston saw a young Ravenclaw (Natasha) struggling. He eyed her with concern as she finished her laps and left the pitch, his mind debating whether or not to follow and check on her. But before he could make up his mind, he heard an all too familiar giggle, followed by shouting and food flying. He inwardly groaned. Oh, good Godric Gryffindor! Not him... not now! Surely now the headmaster would do something, but as his eyes flicked toward the old man, he saw him standing just as motionless as ever. Oh, don't tell me... letting Peeves run amok is supposed to "build character", he thought, his anger at the man's impassiveness mounting with every passing moment. He drew his wand to deflect the sausages being thrown at him and the other professors; it took every ounce of restraint he had not to aim it at the poltergeist next. *"Go. Away. NOW."* he snarled through clenched teeth. Not a good idea to test him, Peeves! __________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true...