 Started writing this before the gnomes were posted Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ Dark Brooding Girl ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll
Norman returned Javier’s grin with a slight smile of his own. “Any time,” he replied. Anders’s greeting got a polite nod in acknowledgement, as did the other students who arrived. “Hello, Mr. Flamsteed, Miss Archard, Miss Ackerly, Mr. Evans,” he greeted them all. He was pleased to see so many Ravenclaws turn up to help!
His colleagues likewise got a greeting upon their arrival. “Good afternoon, Hady, Tapio,” he said, nodding to each in turn. Out of the corner of his eye, he spied a familiar-looking owl and gave it a nod in greeting. Hello, Celeste…
Norman hadn’t thought of gnome hunting in his animagus form before. He might give it a try later, but he’d start out doing it the usual way. Casually biding his time until a gnome wandered near, he grabbed the first one he saw and spun it around several times, not the slightest bit worried about it biting. He’d been through much worse than gnome bites!
Desiree caught Professor Hernandez’s smile out of the corner of her eye and acknowledged it with a polite nod. Soon more professors (Paton, Devries, and Gert in owl form) turned up, and they each got a polite nod and a smile from her as well. “Hello, Professors!” she greeted cheerfully. She waved to the students who arrived after her (Atlas, Aurora, Hope & Milo) but there wasn’t much time to talk. She had just enough time to return Jude’s grin before Professor Hernandez started speaking.
She paid close attention to the demonstration, watching with an intrigued expression as the gnome went flying over the fence. Hmm, maybe this would be more fun than she thought. WHile she didn’t particularly like gnomes or gnome bites, spinning around without getting dizzy was something she could do. She was a ballerina, after all!
Okay, let’s dance, you ugly things! Desiree thought, looking around for gnomes. She spied one tottering by out of the corner of her eye and grabbed its ankle as it passed, holding on for dear life. The professor wasn’t lying about dragonhide gloves making it harder to get a good grip, but there was no way she was taking them off and giving these ugly potato-looking creatures the chance to disfigure her hands! Still holding on to the gnome, she did several pirouettes and launched the gnome.
__________________ 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... |