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Hey Ju · 07-21-2019, 11:57 AM

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Originally Posted by Krel Ansell

Had Adam a better grasp of English, he might have taken insult at the ‘wow neally” sounding shout before his lunch tray clattered to the ground, splashing his shoes with stew. His roll – well, it rolled off into the darkness. At least his unopened carton of milk was still intact…right?

But the warm stew soaking his leather monks and his limited grasp of English was the least of his problems. Because there was pudding dripping off the tip of his nose, staining his button down, and starting trickling down his pants. His mother seriously must have been cursed with something when pregnant. It was the only thing he could think of to explain his terrible luck.

A string of unsavory German sentences flew out of his mouth before he was able to sop himself and take a breath. All he had wanted to do was eat lunch – without any of his crazy department mate around. He stood there arms out, one holding his raspberry wood wand and other his white and red support cane as pudding dribbled down his face.

”Vhere…. exactly are zhey?” he asked trying very hard not to start firing jinxes off around the room. ”Und if vou could be as specific as pozible?” Pause. ”Vith your vords. Bitte.”

He really should have just gone out to the park, he told himself as he took a deep breath and muttered the cleaning charm and pointing his wand at the places he could feel pudding and stew.

Matt watched everything as it seemed to happen in slow motion. The guy's tray falling, stew going everywhere, and now his own dessert all over the guy's face, shirt and making its way down his trousers.

The YATI bit his lip harder, it was getting more and more difficult to hold in the laughter. This guy seemed like he just came out of a Muggle comedy film! And his facial expression, utterly unamused... LOL, PRICELESS! That was some excellent entertainment, right there. And it all had been an accident! Brilliant!

Ohhhh, was the bloke about to hex him??? Matt quietly moved behind him just in case - all that stealth training had to pay off eventually, right? And it'd probably be even more interesting to test it against a blind person. Weren't their other senses supposed to be heightened or something?

See, the guy wanted to hear his voice so he would know where he was to probably jinx him. Matt decided to ~~have some fun~~ extend his training and apply it right now. Pointing his wand at his own throat, he cast a nonverbal spell, causing his voice to sound right next to the guy's ear, even though Matt himself was much further back. Constant vigilance, they say? Constant vigilance they'd have!

"They're to your right, sir." His voice rung almost inside the guy's ear. Polite, wasn't he? Lol. As specific as possible? Yep, Matt could do that. "Take three steps and a quarter to your right, then move six inches forward. Reach out your hand and you should be there. Right behind the coconut mouse." Or something Matt assumed was coconut mouse.

Was that what was dripping down the guy's clothes? It seemed like it.

But... not anymore. Bloke had cleaned himself up by now. Boooo, boring!

07-21-2019, 11:57 AM	#6 (permalink)
Hey Ju Bicorn Join Date: Dec 2011 Location: Octopus's Garden Posts: 16,729 Hogwarts RPG Name: Freja Hapgood-Messer Hufflepuff First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Brenna Kavanaugh Slytherin Seventh Year x8 x4	Arts TRANSPONSTER! Quote: Originally Posted by Krel Ansell Had Adam a better grasp of English, he might have taken insult at the ‘wow neally” sounding shout before his lunch tray clattered to the ground, splashing his shoes with stew. His roll – well, it rolled off into the darkness. At least his unopened carton of milk was still intact…right? But the warm stew soaking his leather monks and his limited grasp of English was the least of his problems. Because there was pudding dripping off the tip of his nose, staining his button down, and starting trickling down his pants. His mother seriously must have been cursed with something when pregnant. It was the only thing he could think of to explain his terrible luck. A string of unsavory German sentences flew out of his mouth before he was able to sop himself and take a breath. All he had wanted to do was eat lunch – without any of his crazy department mate around. He stood there arms out, one holding his raspberry wood wand and other his white and red support cane as pudding dribbled down his face. ”Vhere…. exactly are zhey?” he asked trying very hard not to start firing jinxes off around the room. ”Und if vou could be as specific as pozible?” Pause. ”Vith your vords. Bitte.” He really should have just gone out to the park, he told himself as he took a deep breath and muttered the cleaning charm and pointing his wand at the places he could feel pudding and stew. Matt watched everything as it seemed to happen in slow motion. The guy's tray falling, stew going everywhere, and now his own dessert all over the guy's face, shirt and making its way down his trousers. The YATI bit his lip harder, it was getting more and more difficult to hold in the laughter. This guy seemed like he just came out of a Muggle comedy film! And his facial expression, utterly unamused... LOL, PRICELESS! That was some excellent entertainment, right there. And it all had been an accident! Brilliant! Ohhhh, was the bloke about to hex him??? Matt quietly moved behind him just in case - all that stealth training had to pay off eventually, right? And it'd probably be even more interesting to test it against a blind person. Weren't their other senses supposed to be heightened or something? See, the guy wanted to hear his voice so he would know where he was to probably jinx him. Matt decided to ~~have some fun~~ extend his training and apply it right now. Pointing his wand at his own throat, he cast a nonverbal spell, causing his voice to sound right next to the guy's ear, even though Matt himself was much further back. Constant vigilance, they say? Constant vigilance they'd have! "They're to your right, sir." His voice rung almost inside the guy's ear. Polite, wasn't he? Lol. As specific as possible? Yep, Matt could do that. "Take three steps and a quarter to your right, then move six inches forward. Reach out your hand and you should be there. Right behind the coconut mouse." Or something Matt assumed was coconut mouse. Was that what was dripping down the guy's clothes? It seemed like it. But... not anymore. Bloke had cleaned himself up by now. Boooo, boring!