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Cassirin · 11-19-2018, 02:48 AM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

He was not sure if it was self defense, but the sixth year felt numb as he made his way down to the lake with the box holding the body of the bowtruckle of Aster clutched in his hands. It had been...excruciating show her body to the rest of her family trapped in that barn. Almost as difficult had been telling Picketta that no, she could not just so happen to be release from the barn and permitted to scamper across the grounds to the man's tent and scratch his eyes out. Though he had, for the sake of this funeral, allowed the bowtruckles to crawl into his enchanted pocket for a short trip down to the lake. If he got detention for this...so be it. He had every intention of throwing his badge into the lake after anyway. He didn't want to be in the service of a school who replaced professors with monsters like Petrov.

So it was in a bit of a daze as he walked by the two Slytherins and his head of house, tears silently trickling down his cheeks as he looked down into the box. "I'm so...so so so sorry...." he whispered to his fallen friend. He wished he could fix her up somehow, make her at least whole instead of practically in pieces for burial, but he did not have the means to that and the mourning bowtruckles in his pocket wanted to lay her to rest sooner than later.

Though, as if representing a beacon of light, Derf's faded blue eyes fell upon his professor at the last second thanks to his peripheral vision and he was pivoting around suddenly. "Professor," his pleaded, his voice strained and barely holding it together - his trembling hands even more of an indication of this. Whether that tremble was from trauma or rage was, well, up to debate. "Professor...do you have any essence of dittany on you? Please. Just one drop...I-I-I-I just...I just want her to look more like herself before we bury her..."

And just then, several leafy green heads popped their heads out of his robes pocket to watch the scene.

Chloe hadn't seen Derf in 100 years. Or at least a day or two. And she now had permission to bear hug him whenever she saw him, thanks to her talk with Natalie... so when Chloe spotted his form from across the grounds, she was fully prepared to hug!tackle him. She had to tell him all the THINGS.

She put on a burst of speed, one of the few good things from this year being that she was a pretty fair jogger and a more than decent sprinter. There were just two things Chloe hadn't accounted for when she decided to bodily throw herself at her best friend. The first was the presence of an audience including Professor Noble and another Prefect, neither of which may take kindly to her assaulting another student. Even friendly assaults were probably considered PDA.

The second was that Chloe caught sight of Derf's morose, tearful face. This was no time for bear hugging. She didn't know what kind of hugs were appropriate right now, although she suspected the answer, with prefects and professors present, was NONE. Rules were dumb.

So, because of her speed and the fact that her arms were already akimbo, all Chloe could do was pitch herself sideways at the last possible minute, missing poor Derf by centimeters and hitting the ground rather hard. Bruising and perhaps a crushed spleen type of hard. "Oomph. Careful of those... root... clusters," she gestured helplessly at the smooth dirt before demurely pulling her skirt over her exposed knees. Nothing to look at here.

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Cassirin Legacy!! Manticore Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: Nom nom nom Posts: 43,197 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mercer Branxton Ravenclaw Seventh Year x7 x8	Derf, Noble, the other darlings Made of Awesome \| Ern-la the Best-wa \| TZ's Apogee Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie He was not sure if it was self defense, but the sixth year felt numb as he made his way down to the lake with the box holding the body of the bowtruckle of Aster clutched in his hands. It had been...excruciating show her body to the rest of her family trapped in that barn. Almost as difficult had been telling Picketta that no, she could not just so happen to be release from the barn and permitted to scamper across the grounds to the man's tent and scratch his eyes out. Though he had, for the sake of this funeral, allowed the bowtruckles to crawl into his enchanted pocket for a short trip down to the lake. If he got detention for this...so be it. He had every intention of throwing his badge into the lake after anyway. He didn't want to be in the service of a school who replaced professors with monsters like Petrov. So it was in a bit of a daze as he walked by the two Slytherins and his head of house, tears silently trickling down his cheeks as he looked down into the box. "I'm so...so so so sorry...." he whispered to his fallen friend. He wished he could fix her up somehow, make her at least whole instead of practically in pieces for burial, but he did not have the means to that and the mourning bowtruckles in his pocket wanted to lay her to rest sooner than later. Though, as if representing a beacon of light, Derf's faded blue eyes fell upon his professor at the last second thanks to his peripheral vision and he was pivoting around suddenly. "*Professor," his pleaded, his voice strained and barely holding it together - his trembling hands even more of an indication of this. Whether that tremble was from trauma or rage was, well, up to debate. "Professor...do you have any essence of dittany on you? Please. Just one drop...I-I-I-I just...I just want her to look more like herself before we bury her..." And just then, several leafy green heads popped their heads out of his robes pocket to watch the scene. Chloe hadn't seen Derf in 100 years. Or at least a day or two. And she now had permission to bear hug him whenever she saw him, thanks to her talk with Natalie... so when Chloe spotted his form from across the grounds, she was fully prepared to hug!tackle him. She had to tell him all the THINGS. She put on a burst of speed, one of the few good things from this year being that she was a pretty fair jogger and a more than decent sprinter. There were just two things Chloe hadn't accounted for when she decided to bodily throw herself at her best friend. The first was the presence of an audience including Professor Noble and another Prefect, neither of which may take kindly to her assaulting another student. Even friendly assaults were probably considered PDA. The second was that Chloe caught sight of Derf's morose, tearful face. This was no time for bear hugging. She didn't know what kind of hugs were appropriate right now, although she suspected the answer, with prefects and professors present, was NONE. Rules were dumb. So, because of her speed and the fact that her arms were already akimbo, all Chloe could do was pitch herself sideways at the last possible minute, missing poor Derf by centimeters and hitting the ground rather hard. Bruising and perhaps a crushed spleen type of hard. "Oomph. Careful of those... root... clusters,"* she gestured helplessly at the smooth dirt before demurely pulling her skirt over her exposed knees. Nothing to look at here. __________________ ★ Dawn ★ Awakening ★ Spiritual ★ Hopeful ★ Honest