01-07-2020, 02:50 AM
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Shrake
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Louis Bracken Gryffindor Sixth Year
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Originally Posted by Ginevra Fiona wasn't into cleaning all that much. However, due to having to sleep in an enchanted broom closet last year, she was willing to do what was needed. "Professor, I volunteer to wash the windows. Are we using magical or non-magical methods of cleaning?" she said as she silently hoped that magic was going to be used but she was also mentally preparing herself for the answer to not the one she was hoping for. Ah, look. A willing volunteer. Piers was pleased that SOME students were rising up to the cause and just getting the task done. The sooner it was done, the sooner they could go to bed. "Whichever method you would like," he responded pleasantly to the girl. Quote:
Originally Posted by Charely Potter And so Curtis ran with audible sneezes from his covered mouth up to the dorms. He would be safe and able to avoid all responsibility. Sounded like a plan right? Well, too bad for him an invisible wall blocked him. "AHHHCHOOO-OW!" What was this? Who did this to him? He momentarily forgot his sneezing as he saw the perpetrator. The Head Boy. More like PerpeTRAITOR. His eyes began to water as he thought of upsetting things. Oh this was great, allergies make your eyes water. Curtis decided, welp, if the Head Boy wanted to challenge him, he was getting one.
"ACHOO!" Curtis sat for a moment while others were being good and cleaning. There was no way he could get out of cleaning now. So what then? He can't let this Head Boy win at the humiliation. He was a big Meanie. "I... was going to-ACHOO!- Get some tissue to wipe my nose-ACHOO! and maybe some for that nice girl who I don't know she-ACHOOO is, but is suffering too so we could- ACHOOO help someway too." Wiping his nose off his robes, tears made his nose drip. "But I can always wipe it off the table with the dust and make my head explode if you'd like Mr. Head Boy." After all, how did he know he wasn't going to come back? Assumptions, assumptions. He did his very best poker face... minus the sneezing and tears flowing. And then pleasantness flew out the window when his son started acting like.... THAT.
Piers reached over and grabbed Curtis by the ear as he talked back to the Head Boy (who did a rather nice job at scolding him, he had to say) and dragged him over to his side. Keeping a nice grip on his ear, Piers lowered his voice to murmur to Curtis about what WAS and what was NOT going to happen. "Watch your mouth, son. Stop your games. Just because you're my son does not make you exempt from anything. Get to work. Another word and I'll assign you to detention with somebody who will not be as nice as me." And then he let go of his ear, gave the Head Boy a nod, and casually looked about the room as if nothing had happened. "Oh, did I mention?" Piers said aloud for everyone to hear, "I brought second dessert! The sooner we finish the sooner we can eat cookies." Because bribery DID work and he was not above it. |
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