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Berty Borr Then Lord Borr turned, slowly, his eyed narrowed to the one that spoke. His very own Boy Scout. "Do you dare to imply that you know more than me? JUST WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? You are a peasant in the presence of a KING! You have three seconds to get that rump in the water and learn your lesson before I come over there and TEACH YOU PERSONALLY!"
Lord Borr was spitting mad. "The rest of you - SIT. STAY seated! The rest of class will take place from your NEW seats! YOUR BABY seats!"
Damnit. Will sighed inwardly.
"Meant no disrespect, sir, of course. Just wanted to be sure I was understanding the lesson." Will smiled at him, carefully hiding his resentment at the man's attempt to debase him and his class. He eyed the bowl. Oh, it was a wee thang! But, whatever. The act was no big deal; it was what the man was trying to
accomplish that was utterly abusive and bogus and Will was, in fact, infuriated.
"My pop always says a man sometimes has to take one for the team. So I'm doin' this-- for Slytherin House." He muttered, and plopped himself into the bowl of water.