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MadMadamMalfoy · 09-07-2020, 08:46 PM

SPOILER!!: Claudine

Quote:

Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19

Claudine was even more annoyed now and it showed when she balled her hands into fists. She wasn’t sure if anyone saw them for she hid them quickly under her desk. Not that she cared. What was Trent’s problem? Since when was it a crime to not produce an answer during a lesson? Merlin, were all the Professors going to be like this? No… they wouldn’t be. At least not Eris, Fuller-Thompson or Williamson.... right? And right there and then, she found herself missing Rainwater. The fourth year felt beyond frustrated and as it was, when she was frustrated, she would cry. Already the tears were burning her eyes and in an attempt to stop the waterworks, she had tightened her fists so that her nails dug into the soft flesh of her palms.

Ugh.

Claudine rarely loathed anyone but she loathed Trent with every ounce of her energy. Her eyes were kept lowered as the others gave their answers and some got assigned essays like her. She’d been right when it had occurred that a lot of students would suck up; the first being Grantham. The Snakette was not surprised. She could also bet that a lot of the students didn’t mean their words but only were saying them to be in Trent’s good books.

Eyes still down, she followed the others and got to her feet. The sudden movement of the furniture made her glance around unwillingly. And even more unwillingly, the young girl stared at Trent. What kind of activity was thing where people got sent to detention for loosing a stupid sack of stones? Claudine didn’t care if she wound up in detention, anyway, so she didn’t particularly care for the activity.

Still, the girl went to collect one of the stupid sacks, and on her way back to join the the gathering of students, her eyes sought Heath. He was the only one she wanted to work with right now, given her mood and given the fact that she knew he was the only one who knew how she felt. “Partner?’’ she asked quietly, holding onto her sack tightly in a throbbing right hand.

Well, this was weird! Heath wasn’t used to approval from the headmaster. Apparently he was right to think silence would be interpreted as defiance. He wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved that he’d avoided trouble or sympathetic toward those who didn’t. Poor Claudine! First the incident before class, now this… Trent seemed to really have it out for her today, didn’t he? That fact alone was enough to send him into a blind rage; if he had been close enough to her to see the tears in her eyes, there was no way he could’ve kept his cool! As it was, the only thing stopping him from going into overprotective ~~boyfriend~~ friend mode was the knowledge that doing so would only make things worse for her. He’d definitely have to do something to cheer her up later!

For now, Heath showed no outward sign of emotion as he rose from his chair, as per the headmaster’s instructions. He listened carefully to the next set of directions, and… things just got weirder. Maybe this activity was meant as a symbol for a real life or death situation, to show that in that situation, you’ll do whatever you have to do to survive? Granted, it was an incredibly cutthroat one if that was the case, but he could at least see some logic behind it. The part he didn’t understand was assigning detentions to those who failed to keep their sack. He also had questions about the logistics of the activity, though none that he dared to voice. It didn’t matter anyway. He clearly wasn’t meant to understand what was happening, just accept it.

Truthfully, Heath had no intention of sending anyone to detention or of going there himself, but he knew he couldn’t let the headmaster catch on to that fact. He would have to make it look like he was trying to get his partner’s sack… put on a show. His mind was already buzzing with possible strategies as he went to retrieve his sack of stones. He was going to ask Claudine to partner with him when he returned, but she beat him to it. That was a relief! If she’d partnered with anyone else, there would be no way he could protect her. “Partners,” he replied, smiling ever so slightly, though a determined fire burned in his eyes. From the outside looking in, one might think he was determined to take Claudine’s sack, but actually he was determined to keep her out of detention. He just hoped he wouldn’t have to go there himself to do it!

So… should they establish some ground rules? He overheard some of the other pairs doing that, but would the headmaster consider that unnecessary chatter? At this point, Heath wouldn’t put it past him! Just in case, he kept his words short and to the point. “No physical contact; no permanently damaging spells. Fair?” he said quietly, nodding to indicate Claudine could answer him without speaking. That way, only he would get into trouble for chatter if it came to it. He drew his wand with the hand that wasn’t holding his sack. “Ready?”

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MadMadamMalfoy Newbie Mod Alley Proprietor Mackled Malaclaw Join Date: Feb 2016 Location: Hazbin Hotel Posts: 11,088 Hogwarts RPG Name: Norman A. Carton Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Sydney M. L. Masters Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Maddox B. Buchanan Gryffindor Fourth Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Caledon Roth The Leaky Cauldron	Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ Dark Brooding Girl ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll SPOILER!!: Claudine Quote: Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19 Claudine was even more annoyed now and it showed when she balled her hands into fists. She wasn’t sure if anyone saw them for she hid them quickly under her desk. Not that she cared. What was Trent’s problem? Since when was it a crime to not produce an answer during a lesson? Merlin, were all the Professors going to be like this? No… they wouldn’t be. At least not Eris, Fuller-Thompson or Williamson.... right? And right there and then, she found herself missing Rainwater. The fourth year felt beyond frustrated and as it was, when she was frustrated, she would cry. Already the tears were burning her eyes and in an attempt to stop the waterworks, she had tightened her fists so that her nails dug into the soft flesh of her palms. Ugh. Claudine rarely loathed anyone but she loathed Trent with every ounce of her energy. Her eyes were kept lowered as the others gave their answers and some got assigned essays like her. She’d been right when it had occurred that a lot of students would suck up; the first being Grantham. The Snakette was not surprised. She could also bet that a lot of the students didn’t mean their words but only were saying them to be in Trent’s good books. Eyes still down, she followed the others and got to her feet. The sudden movement of the furniture made her glance around unwillingly. And even more unwillingly, the young girl stared at Trent. What kind of activity was thing where people got sent to detention for loosing a stupid sack of stones? Claudine didn’t care if she wound up in detention, anyway, so she didn’t particularly care for the activity. Still, the girl went to collect one of the stupid sacks, and on her way back to join the the gathering of students, her eyes sought Heath. He was the only one she wanted to work with right now, given her mood and given the fact that she knew he was the only one who knew how she felt. “Partner?’’ she asked quietly, holding onto her sack tightly in a throbbing right hand. Well, this was weird! Heath wasn’t used to approval from the headmaster. Apparently he was right to think silence would be interpreted as defiance. He wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved that he’d avoided trouble or sympathetic toward those who didn’t. Poor Claudine! First the incident before class, now this… Trent seemed to really have it out for her today, didn’t he? That fact alone was enough to send him into a blind rage; if he had been close enough to her to see the tears in her eyes, there was no way he could’ve kept his cool! As it was, the only thing stopping him from going into overprotective ~~boyfriend~~ friend mode was the knowledge that doing so would only make things worse for her. He’d definitely have to do something to cheer her up later! For now, Heath showed no outward sign of emotion as he rose from his chair, as per the headmaster’s instructions. He listened carefully to the next set of directions, and… things just got weirder. Maybe this activity was meant as a symbol for a real life or death situation, to show that in that situation, you’ll do whatever you have to do to survive? Granted, it was an incredibly cutthroat one if that was the case, but he could at least see some logic behind it. The part he didn’t understand was assigning detentions to those who failed to keep their sack. He also had questions about the logistics of the activity, though none that he dared to voice. It didn’t matter anyway. He clearly wasn’t meant to understand what was happening, just accept it. Truthfully, Heath had no intention of sending anyone to detention or of going there himself, but he knew he couldn’t let the headmaster catch on to that fact. He would have to make it look like he was trying to get his partner’s sack… put on a show. His mind was already buzzing with possible strategies as he went to retrieve his sack of stones. He was going to ask Claudine to partner with him when he returned, but she beat him to it. That was a relief! If she’d partnered with anyone else, there would be no way he could protect her. “Partners,” he replied, smiling ever so slightly, though a determined fire burned in his eyes. From the outside looking in, one might think he was determined to take Claudine’s sack, but actually he was determined to keep her out of detention. He just hoped he wouldn’t have to go there himself to do it! So… should they establish some ground rules? He overheard some of the other pairs doing that, but would the headmaster consider that unnecessary chatter? At this point, Heath wouldn’t put it past him! Just in case, he kept his words short and to the point. “No physical contact; no permanently damaging spells. Fair?” he said quietly, nodding to indicate Claudine could answer him without speaking. That way, only he would get into trouble for chatter if it came to it. He drew his wand with the hand that wasn’t holding his sack. “Ready?” __________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true...