| Diricawl
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Zahra Kettleburn
Seventh Year |  Inside Kitty | HIT ENTER | UNO Queen
Quote:
Originally Posted by XanaSnape  At this, Kazimeriz could not help but laugh. "You have chutzpah, Kettleburn... I like it. Daring to speak your mind in spite of your current condition -- that's almost Gryffindor of you in your courage! But you misunderstand. You are not being punished for volunteering in class-- Mr. Morgan arrives as we speak to cure your tears. "
"Also, your physical condition is completely your fault. If you had an issue with keeping my confidence, you should have addressed it with me, privately. Qui tacet consentire videtur, Mr. Kettleburn. You did not object when I asked for your discretion, and so I expected you to uphold your word as a gentleman. Your failure to do so is he reason you are adorned to look like a snitch, for a man who cannot keep a secret is indeed a snitch in the truest sense of the word. You must learn this lesson, and learn it well." Kazimeriz eyed the boy, his expression stern yet somehow... grandfatherly.
Kazimeriz turned his attention to Morgan, who had entered the lab. His eyes diverted momentarily to the 'party snacks' the others had set out... Chocoballs and the like. Not only was this a poor idea in a potions lab, but he had a feeling Myrtle was not going to love the insensitivity of students who failed to set out food that was suited to her ghostly condition. But first... he must deal with Morgan.
"No spying was called for, Mr. Morgan-- this is all a misunderstanding and it is between Mr. Kettleburn and myself. You owe him a calming draught, properly prepared, to rid him of his despondant attitude. Also, for your rash behavior in class, you owe me some of your time. Mr. Tipps is busy searching for nargles in the troll bogeys... You may join him in this endeavour while you contemplate the folly of your actions."
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Plymouth shrugged at Kazimeriz. He just wasn't speaking to Plymouth today. It really might has well have been Troll. Or Mermanish. Plymouth patted his arm again. Maybe he was having a slightly senile day? Plymouth's grandmother had them most days, so he knew the signs. "I'll hang out with you, Sir. Yes Sir. Anytime you want. But after I defeather my Crybaby stepbrother, okay? You can tell me more of those stories."
It's possible that Plymouth didn't quite realize he was in trouble. Quote:
Originally Posted by Cassirin "I WOULD have upheld my word, sir. I always uphold my word," Copernicus's eyes filled again at how UNFAIR the cruel world was. MEAAAAANWORLD. "I can't seem to stop saying stupid things. I don't want to... say anything else."
It was all said in such a sulky, pouty tone, one that normally was completely unlike Copernicus. He carefully removed troll bogies from the jar, setting aside a few nargle eggs stuck to a small clump.
Cough. "Not always, you don't. You should hush, Pern. Just hush. Let Momma Plymouth fix you up and then ... you can ... be on your merry way." Plymouth didn't WANT TO BREW the potion, but, he would. He started with the bulbs since that was what took him so long in the first place.
"Tell me about spying? Did you get a mustache?" Plymouth started the nuzzling process for the bouncing bulbs. It was like a ceremony before he could cut their tips off. |