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mmesnape · 01-27-2009, 01:31 AM

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Originally Posted by Tailzinator

"Sweet merlin of-" Constantine jumped back from the cauldron, his heart beating 10 times faster than doctor recommendation. He could of snarled at the bloody ghost when he slapped him, but his eyes were covered by an acorn smelling cloth.

"You, stupid, poltergeist!" he growled, pulling the cloth of his head, prepared to attack the darn thing. No sooner had his eyes be unclothed, he received a face full of potion, knocking him to the floor as he ingested some. Coughing, he picked himself up off the floor, thoroughly angry.

"I hope you like being dead, boy, cause you're about to do die agaainnnnnnnnnnn." The last word came out of his mouth in a song like manner, with the perfect voice. He quickly clasped a hand of his mouth as all the colour drained from his face. He was only supposed to sing for Madison. No students. No collegues. And definitely NOT darn poltergeist!

Wait, wait...maybe it was just the spur of the moment. Slowly, he uncovered his mouth and opened it to chew out the ghost again. "There's no business like show business, like no business I knooooow!" He quickly covered up his mouth again, his face a mixture between pure fury and shock. He should have just let Bontecou kill him.

"Bontecouu!" he sang, pointing a threatening finger at the man, "you BETTER have something to fix thisss!!"

Since things had calmed down a little, Patricia took her wand out and started to clean the floor and desks with quick passes over the different drips, puddles and splashes she saw. It was dangerous to walk around the place, one could slip and hurt themselves badly. Thank Merlin her mum was a neat freak and had taught her cleaning spells during the summer.

She slowly got to where the professors were standing, one singing as he spoke, which was kind of funny. But she didn't giggle in his presence. Looking into his potion streaked face, she asked timidly, "Would you like me to clean that up, sir?" she pointed to his robe and head. "My mum taught me the basic cleaning spells... it won't hurt." she blushed a bit, but she wanted to help anyway.

01-27-2009, 01:31 AM	#205 (permalink)
mmesnape Chizpurfle Join Date: Feb 2008 Location: Ka-na-da Posts: 10,445 Third Year	SuperClaw Amie de Rogue ♥ Quote: Originally Posted by Tailzinator "Sweet merlin of-" Constantine jumped back from the cauldron, his heart beating 10 times faster than doctor recommendation. He could of snarled at the bloody ghost when he slapped him, but his eyes were covered by an acorn smelling cloth. "You, stupid, poltergeist!" he growled, pulling the cloth of his head, prepared to attack the darn thing. No sooner had his eyes be unclothed, he received a face full of potion, knocking him to the floor as he ingested some. Coughing, he picked himself up off the floor, thoroughly angry. "I hope you like being dead, boy, cause you're about to do die agaainnnnnnnnnnn." The last word came out of his mouth in a song like manner, with the perfect voice. He quickly clasped a hand of his mouth as all the colour drained from his face. He was only supposed to sing for Madison. No students. No collegues. And definitely NOT darn poltergeist! Wait, wait...maybe it was just the spur of the moment. Slowly, he uncovered his mouth and opened it to chew out the ghost again. "There's no business like show business, like no business I knooooow!" He quickly covered up his mouth again, his face a mixture between pure fury and shock. He should have just let Bontecou kill him. "Bontecouu!" he sang, pointing a threatening finger at the man, "you BETTER have something to fix thisss!!" Since things had calmed down a little, Patricia took her wand out and started to clean the floor and desks with quick passes over the different drips, puddles and splashes she saw. It was dangerous to walk around the place, one could slip and hurt themselves badly. Thank Merlin her mum was a neat freak and had taught her cleaning spells during the summer. She slowly got to where the professors were standing, one singing as he spoke, which was kind of funny. But she didn't giggle in his presence. Looking into his potion streaked face, she asked timidly, "Would you like me to clean that up, sir?" she pointed to his robe and head. "My mum taught me the basic cleaning spells... it won't hurt." she blushed a bit, but she wanted to help anyway.