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BanaBatGirl · 01-16-2021, 02:50 AM

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Originally Posted by kayquilz

"SIR I'M HERE!" He cried as he CRASHED into the room. He didn't realize it, but the technology lounge would quite an awkward place to fire someone. Regardless, his brain expected the worst. "What did I do wrong, sir?" he asked, clutching his chest from running so fast. He couldn't BREATHE.

LOTS OF PANTING.

The Muggle Technology Lounge would, indeed, be a weird place to fire someone, especially since it was steps away from Fletcher's actual, far more professional office.

He jolted ~~awake~~ upright at the shout from Scottie, a small snort escaping his nose like he'd just been dozing. He hadn't been, of COURSE, but he still rubbed at the corner of his eye, flicking a bit of mucus out with one of his fingernails. Right, he was here for Scott.

"Uhhh, well," Fletcher straightened up, stretching his arm out on the couch beside him. He did his best to put on his sternest expression, the one he had to use with Dunk when he brought snails, or fairie eggs, or something he thought was a dragon egg, etc. into his room. "Have a seat, Scott, and let's talk about that."

He waited for a longggggggg, tense moment to see if Scott would sit, and then added, "Have you talked to Goldwasser about me lately?"

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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	bless this kid xD Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB Quote: Originally Posted by kayquilz "SIR I'M HERE!" He cried as he CRASHED into the room. He didn't realize it, but the technology lounge would quite an awkward place to fire someone. Regardless, his brain expected the worst. "What did I do wrong, sir?" he asked, clutching his chest from running so fast. He couldn't BREATHE. LOTS OF PANTING. The Muggle Technology Lounge would, indeed, be a weird place to fire someone, especially since it was steps away from Fletcher's actual, far more professional office. He jolted ~~awake~~ upright at the shout from Scottie, a small snort escaping his nose like he'd just been dozing. He hadn't been, of COURSE, but he still rubbed at the corner of his eye, flicking a bit of mucus out with one of his fingernails. Right, he was here for Scott. "Uhhh, well," Fletcher straightened up, stretching his arm out on the couch beside him. He did his best to put on his sternest expression, the one he had to use with Dunk when he brought snails, or fairie eggs, or something he thought was a dragon egg, etc. into his room. "Have a seat, Scott, and let's talk about that." He waited for a longggggggg, tense moment to see if Scott would sit, and then added, "Have you talked to Goldwasser about me lately?" __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind