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BanaBatGirl · 06-06-2020, 03:00 AM

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Originally Posted by Felixir

Up to something? This Upstead? Not at all; Nemesis was the good one, everyone knew that. Duh.

"Is it?" Nem replied, ostensibly nonplussed. There had been some mention of 'non-negotiable' somewhere, sure, but that was clearly open to interpretation. "I don't know, sir. But my ears are about three seconds away from bleeding from all over the place and I figure it's probably best we don't have any medical emergencies right now." That music. The singing. Who could have the heart to inflict that on a poor little magic-less teenager, who was stuck at school and at Christmas, no less? Very sad, so tragic, et cetera, et cetera.

Smiling ever-so-innocently, Nem made a bold attempt at ducking away from Williamson's grip and under his arm to make another bid for freedom.

Willy's eyes widened for just a second at mention of Nem's ears bleeding (literally, were they bleeding?! Should someone get Gabi?!), but then he got it. HAH. The singing. "Really makes you miss silencio, huh?" He smirked and spun the third-year around again, his hand still on their shoulder as he steered Nem back into the Great Hall.

"Anyway, I've got something you can help me with. And it doesn't involve decorations OR sing-songs." Yada yada yada, spreading Christmas cheer for all to hear. This season was the WORST, didn't the kids learn that yet? He'd been expecting less cheer and more THE HOLIDAYS SUCK campers here. He was the leader of that camp, honestly. Hand still on shoulder, WWW directed Nem toward the smaller side-tables that contained cookies, candy, and hot chocolate.

Then he paused to make sure no one was nearby to eavesdrop. "The thing is, Nem, you're a clever kid. A great problem solver. I've got a... a small furry problem," he tapped his jacket pocket gently, because heck to the no was WWW going to wear pajamas between the castle and his hut and a double heck-no if anyone thought he was going to sleep in here ON THE FLOOR when he had a perfectly sizeable bed outside. "My furry problem needs some food. I forgot it was in my pocket when I walked here." HONESTLY, he had been developing memory problems all school year. It was a TERRIBLE sign of aging ~~or something else~~.

"So if you'll just take thisssssss," he cupped the sleeping baby knarl in his free hand, and held it out to deposit into Nem's instead, "I'll just get me some sncaks and be on my way and we'll call it a day." Jolly good, cheerio, pip pip, Happy Christmas, and all those other stupid expressions. Right-o, WWW smirked at Nem and let go of the Slytherin's shoulder, moving instead to start piling his pockets with candy and cookies.

06-06-2020, 03:00 AM	#26 (permalink)
BanaBatGirl Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,213 Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year	Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir Up to something? This Upstead? Not at all; Nemesis was the good one, everyone knew that. Duh. "Is it?" Nem replied, ostensibly nonplussed. There had been some mention of 'non-negotiable' somewhere, sure, but that was clearly open to interpretation. "I don't know, sir. But my ears are about three seconds away from bleeding from all over the place and I figure it's probably best we don't have any medical emergencies right now." That music. The singing. Who could have the heart to inflict that on a poor little magic-less teenager, who was stuck at school and at Christmas, no less? Very sad, so tragic, et cetera, et cetera. Smiling ever-so-innocently, Nem made a bold attempt at ducking away from Williamson's grip and under his arm to make another bid for freedom. Willy's eyes widened for just a second at mention of Nem's ears bleeding (literally, were they bleeding?! Should someone get Gabi?!), but then he got it. HAH. The singing. "Really makes you miss silencio, huh?" He smirked and spun the third-year around again, his hand still on their shoulder as he steered Nem back into the Great Hall. "Anyway, I've got something you can help me with. And it doesn't involve decorations OR sing-songs." Yada yada yada, spreading Christmas cheer for all to hear. This season was the WORST, didn't the kids learn that yet? He'd been expecting less cheer and more THE HOLIDAYS SUCK campers here. He was the leader of that camp, honestly. Hand still on shoulder, WWW directed Nem toward the smaller side-tables that contained cookies, candy, and hot chocolate. Then he paused to make sure no one was nearby to eavesdrop. "The thing is, Nem, you're a clever kid. A great problem solver. I've got a... a small furry problem," he tapped his jacket pocket gently, because heck to the no was WWW going to wear pajamas between the castle and his hut and a double heck-no if anyone thought he was going to sleep in here ON THE FLOOR when he had a perfectly sizeable bed outside. "My furry problem needs some food. I forgot it was in my pocket when I walked here." HONESTLY, he had been developing memory problems all school year. It was a TERRIBLE sign of aging ~~or something else~~. "So if you'll just take thisssssss," he cupped the sleeping baby knarl in his free hand, and held it out to deposit into Nem's instead, "I'll just get me some sncaks and be on my way and we'll call it a day." Jolly good, cheerio, pip pip, Happy Christmas, and all those other stupid expressions. Right-o, WWW smirked at Nem and let go of the Slytherin's shoulder, moving instead to start piling his pockets with candy and cookies. __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind