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BanaBatGirl He was such a drama queen, acting all... half-dead like that. Psh. Little boy. Bunz knew her precious little Snare wouldn't deliberately choke him.... all the way.... would it?
Nahhhhh. Never.
"Upstead.... you...." what? What was up with that disturbing grin?
Bunbury abruptly stood up and dragged Jake to a standing position. The Devil's Snare let them go without a qualm and the redhead professor proceeded to stand Jake up against the wall....er...tilt/lean him against it, more like, so she could threaten talk to him more properly.
"YOU are not going to go anywhere or tell anyone about this detention, are you, Upstead?" she hissed in a low voice with an odd, icy glint to her blue eyes. "Because there is nothing to tell. Nothing happened here. You disrespected me and I tried to patiently teach you the meaning of personal space. That is all."
Groaning slightly at the sudden movement, Jake squeezed his eyes shut again. UGHHHH his head was POUNDING! With difficulty, Jake kept himself propped up against the wall and stared right back at Bunz, not even trying to grab his wand, forgetting about it completely.
Wait.
Was she insane?
"Uhyouuuinsssssane?"
Of COURSE he was telling.
"'Corssumtellin'," he smirked again slightly, though he really wanted to just collapse right now, not smirk or make ANY facial expressions. Facial expressions were tiring. "Andwaiitttt... you knowww... troof poshun, Prosseffuh... troof poshun," Jake repeated swaying dangerously and falling straight forwards towards Bunbury, feeling as though he was about to faint.