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Originally Posted by willie
Willie turned to face Winnie, his green eyes blazing with annoyance. "I dun care if she hath a bloody waite', she jutht--" but he couldn't finish his sentence as he felt a a hand land with a heavily on the back of his neck. His green eyes widened as his head went down a bit. Who in heck dared to do this to him?! Turning his head around, his eyes widened even more at the sight of a very, very old man.
"I ain't dun nuffink!" Willie snapped, flapping his arms around like a pigeon. "That ain't fai', ye ol' geetheeer! Ye jutht wanna pick on me cauthe I'm thmaller than you! Well, pick on thomeone yer own thithze, eh!" He told him, pushed his hand away from his neck, very irritated at the moment.
Professor Kazimeriz calmly watched as the tiny children ranted.
How tiresome. Children these days! he thought, sighing.
"How disrespectful you are! Are you quite done? Yes?" He smirked and answered his own question.
"Yes, I think you are. 5 more points from your house." He drew his wand, moving with the speed and grace of a man easily 80 years younger. He cast
langlock silently, fusing the boy's tongue to the roof of his mouth.
"The tongue can be a dangerous weapon, and must be used responsibly. See me at the end of the feast and I will evaluate whether you have earned the right to use yours again." He smirked at the boy.
"And for Merlins' sake, let us do something about your attire." He furrowed his eyebrows and cast again, shrinking the boy's clothes down until they fit him.
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Originally Posted by
PhoenixRising 
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"You!" Dominic blurted out towards the little boy. "Do not ever speak like that to a professor again! No matter if it was deserved or not, he still had authority and you could get expelled ... or worse!" He sighed and looked back at the old man, biting his lip and hoping he had done the right thing as prefect.
"Now what is your house table?" he asked turning back towards the rabid brat. "I'll see to it that you return there at once until you can behave properly."
He turned to Dominic and raised an eyebrow at the other ranting boy... a prefect, no less.
"Do you presume that I cannot manage a student tantrum on my own, child?" he smirked, challenging him with his eyes as he leaned, vulpine, against his cane... his wand still clutched in one ancient clawlike hand.