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BanaBatGirl It took a certain measure of self control to not a) cackle or b) kick Jake Upstead in the seat of his pants as he ambled in. Could the boy be any SLOWER? Or denser, for that matter??!
"Personal space, Upstead, means that you DON'T invade someone's bubble of privacy or offend them by coming too CLOSE to them, physically, unless they invite you in!"
Invite you in the bubble, she meant. Oh whatever. It was ludicrous that Bunz even had to explain this concept. But he would learn. She would teach. And he would learn.
"This, for example," Anastasia marched around the boy and came in closer with each step until she was LAIKRIGHTHEREINHISFACESHOUTINGATHIM, "THIS is an example of violating the personal bubble."
Jake didn't even think. He had no time to. One minute, he was gazing around, minding his own business, when BAM!!!!! There she was, right there in his face. Acting instinctively, Jake brought up his hands and gave Bunbury an almighty shove, before stumbling backwards.
"HEY!" he yelled, more upset about the fact that... "Don't shout in my face! Nobody shouts in my face. I didn't shout in YOURS!" he bellowed, keeping his distance from the woman.
Breathing harshly through his nose, Jake glared. GLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARED. The last person who'd done that to Jake... well... ahem. Bunz didn't need to know exactly what happened, but it the results had contributed to him getting kicked out of school. As he flicked his hand, Jake felt his wand slide into it from where it rested up his sleeve... and immediately felt better... even though it wouldn't help him at all. Stupid wand.