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Ah, the tea was ready. Good. Annie started pouring out little pink cups full of the stuff, one for everyone who was still in the room. She nudged one little cup toward Jake and made some sort of face when he asked about Hogsmeade.
"Trouble? Isn't that little town always in some sort of trouble or another? I wouldn't know. I don't really shop there." The professor rolled her eyes and took a deep sip of the tea. Ah. Ah. That was better. She'd have to make a compress for her eyes with the leftover tea leaves later.
Her brows raised in surprise at the sudden little flower Jake produced before her very eyes. What was this, he could do magic now? HE REALLY WASN'T A SQUIB???
Trying not to let her shock show, Bunz carefully reached her free hand out and touched the delicate daisy with one red fingernail. "Thank you, Jake?" She did sound surprised. "Would you like to put it in the vase for me?"
Annie's hand went back to cradling her teacup and just in time, too, as a typically loud Gryffindor burst through the door. MERLIN. The nerve of children these days.
"Joshua Carter!" Well well wasn't he cheerful. She could use that. "Are you carrying a tree?" Or were her eyes really that messed up from sobbing?
That colour pink was surely going to haunt Jake for the rest of his life. However, the boy accepted the tea nudged towards him and smiled, shifting it to one side of the desk whilst he waited for it to cool off.
"Dunno," the boy responded, shrugging one shoulder at the comment about Hogsmeade. Neglecting to notice that his question had been, intentionally or otherwise, ignored, Jake beamed at the professor. She liked the flower he'd created! Awesome; he was well on the way to being a first-rate wizard.
"Sure!" Still standing tall and proud, Jake moved and put the daisy in the vase, having to use careful manouvering to make sure it got its nourishment. He was... worried about the poor little thing.
Jake had just gone to sit back down to drink his tea, when the door burst open... and there he was. Josh Carter.
Not realising he was doing so, Jake gripped at the seat of the chair with an intense hold, any relaxing mood he'd acquired in the last few minutes LONGGGGG gone.
He didn't like Josh Carter. Not one bit. Evil Gryffindor.
Deciding to stay very VERY quiet for the while, Jake grabbed his tea and sipped it...
Oh man. Scary time. SCARY TIME.
Was he pale? He felt very pale...
HEEEE... HUUUUU... HEEEEEE...HUUUUUU...HEEEE!