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Biochemkris · 06-30-2009, 04:06 PM

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Well, certainly there was nothing more to be learned from this lesson. It didn't seem very bad. Amusing maybe, but nothing too sadistic. It wasn't like Lawson was making them wash their feet or some of the other weird lessons Berty Borr liked to come up with. The headmaster smiled to himself and then frowned, biting back a string of curses as the water, a mere trickle coming at him before, soaked his pants in a stream of water. Time to go. He struggled back through the small passage hole and was gone.

Headmaster Bontecou was crawling through a secret passage. It was most definitely a rarely used duct. How in Merlin's hairy nostrils had a basilisk managed to wriggle around through the school in these things? He cursed as his knee found a small skeleton which painfully ground into the sensitive joint. He pressed on while attempting to rub the sore spot and ended up tumbling out an opening. He was caught up in a tapestry. Stealthy. What was wrong with him? Stealth was one of his fortes and here he was acting like a complete jinx.... Hmmm.... He stood up and attempted to extricate himself from the tapestry while contemplating that line of thought. He was filthy and he'd probably see better with out his glasses for once considering the state they were in. His pants were wet in a pattern that could be mistaken for having had an accident. He had cobwebs clinging to his brown hair, dust all over, and slivers of mouse bones sticking out of one pant leg at the knee. Sexy. Real sexy.

06-30-2009, 04:06 PM	#65 (permalink)
Biochemkris Technical Assistance Tebo Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: The Bowels of SS Posts: 25,873	Technically technical all the time Bookaholic Quote: Originally Posted by Biochemkris Well, certainly there was nothing more to be learned from this lesson. It didn't seem very bad. Amusing maybe, but nothing too sadistic. It wasn't like Lawson was making them wash their feet or some of the other weird lessons Berty Borr liked to come up with. The headmaster smiled to himself and then frowned, biting back a string of curses as the water, a mere trickle coming at him before, soaked his pants in a stream of water. Time to go. He struggled back through the small passage hole and was gone. Headmaster Bontecou was crawling through a secret passage. It was most definitely a rarely used duct. How in Merlin's hairy nostrils had a basilisk managed to wriggle around through the school in these things? He cursed as his knee found a small skeleton which painfully ground into the sensitive joint. He pressed on while attempting to rub the sore spot and ended up tumbling out an opening. He was caught up in a tapestry. Stealthy. What was wrong with him? Stealth was one of his fortes and here he was acting like a complete jinx.... Hmmm.... He stood up and attempted to extricate himself from the tapestry while contemplating that line of thought. He was filthy and he'd probably see better with out his glasses for once considering the state they were in. His pants were wet in a pattern that could be mistaken for having had an accident. He had cobwebs clinging to his brown hair, dust all over, and slivers of mouse bones sticking out of one pant leg at the knee. Sexy. Real sexy. __________________ Blast from the past!