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*Holmesian Feline* · 02-21-2020, 01:05 AM

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

Fletcher had never been more humiliated in his life than this moment here; even that time when he was shrunk to baby size during the Triwizard Tournament had been far less embarrassing. At least then he'd been a competitor. Today he was just a helpless victim.

He let out a groan, mostly because he had been discovered by a younger, fitter worker, who was probably an auror or something by the look of him. But the groan also worked for that horrible pun he'd just heard. "Thanks," Fletcher replied, taking the hand and stiffly standing up. He didn't even want to look at himself but his eyes were determined to avoid making meaningful contact with the person who'd rescued him just now. "I feel like crap." And Merlin, he was covered in it.

So was he a dad now or what? He couldn't resist the puns, even as he felt like he'd been knocked against a brick wall by a depulso spell cast bu giants.

Simon was very grateful that as his hand was taken and he assisted his companion back up to his feet, that they didn’t both wind up in the gunk on the floor. And that there hadn’t been any on the slightly older man’s hands. “You’re welcome.” It wasn’t like he was going to let him just lay there and potentially struggle to get up on his own.

He had to fight the urge to groan at the pun. “Then, um, your inside matches your outside.” Because he had done a good job in getting himself covered in own excrement in his fall. And he wasn’t quite sure what to do to help, given the various spell options could each cause…awkward reactions. Certainly, didn’t want to vanish the man’s clothes in the process. A man he was still trying to place, especially given he took pride to keeping track of those who worked within the confines of his responsibility.

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02-21-2020, 01:05 AM	#55 (permalink)
Holmesian Feline Chimaera Join Date: Oct 2006 Location: Baker Street Posts: 30,238 Hogwarts RPG Name: Marcus Briody Cole Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Nadia Atreyu-Rehman Gryffindor Seventh Year x8 x8	Toothless - Napoleon of Crime - Gryffinclaw - Owl Emissary - Pirate Auror - DoctorDonna Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl Fletcher had never been more humiliated in his life than this moment here; even that time when he was shrunk to baby size during the Triwizard Tournament had been far less embarrassing. At least then he'd been a competitor. Today he was just a helpless victim. He let out a groan, mostly because he had been discovered by a younger, fitter worker, who was probably an auror or something by the look of him. But the groan also worked for that horrible pun he'd just heard. "Thanks," Fletcher replied, taking the hand and stiffly standing up. He didn't even want to look at himself but his eyes were determined to avoid making meaningful contact with the person who'd rescued him just now. "I feel like crap." And Merlin, he was covered in it. So was he a dad now or what? He couldn't resist the puns, even as he felt like he'd been knocked against a brick wall by a depulso spell cast bu giants. Simon was very grateful that as his hand was taken and he assisted his companion back up to his feet, that they didn’t both wind up in the gunk on the floor. And that there hadn’t been any on the slightly older man’s hands. “You’re welcome.” It wasn’t like he was going to let him just lay there and potentially struggle to get up on his own. He had to fight the urge to groan at the pun. “Then, um, your inside matches your outside.” Because he had done a good job in getting himself covered in own excrement in his fall. And he wasn’t quite sure what to do to help, given the various spell options could each cause…awkward reactions. Certainly, didn’t want to vanish the man’s clothes in the process. A man he was still trying to place, especially given he took pride to keeping track of those who worked within the confines of his responsibility. Whose ID badge was currently covered. __________________