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Ameh No dignity, huh?
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Oh sweet Merlin. Why was his nose suddenly so cold? Raiden hadn't seen the professor cast on him; his eyes had gone to Madiison has she said something else about turning his body parts into fruit. He reached up absently to rub it warmer...
...and realised that his nose was no longer his nose.
Oh lord no.
Both hands immediately clapped over the strange, wet thing that had replaced his nose. WHAT WAS THIS?! What had the professor DONE TO HIM?!
"D-Daph-"
There were turnips. Coming out. Of Daphne's nose. Raiden's teeth bit down HARD on his lip and averted his eyes, because it was not funny. Not at all.
Except it totally was.
Even though he hadn't laugh, Daphne could sense what Raiden was thinking. It came from knowing someone from years. Still refusing to open her eyes, Daphne simply quirked one brow; again. It was becoming the norm in this classroom.
"Don't speak my name so casually," she mumbled, careful not to intake air with her arms crossed still. "While you're sitting there letting me be assaulted with turnips."
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Waterloo
It didn't take long for Professor Pilliwickle to notice the latest 'I'm not doing it' students. Had her latest demonstration not been enough? Did these girls want muddy vegetables matching Miss Hopborn's sprouting from their nostrils too!?
"Oh, as you can see.. they're awfully secure," Mildred said with a sickly sweet giggle, pointing at the quivering turnips in Miss Hoptorn's nostrils. "Even a sneeze wouldn't get those to budge."
HEHEHE!
"So, let me see you two practice." Yes, she would stand and watch. And if they didn't do as she said....
It would NOT be pretty.
Oh, poor poor girl.
One would think having dirty turnips shoved up her nostrils would teach her a lesson. But nope, apparently Mildred had a stubborn one on her hands.
... maybe she wanted a blow hole to match?
It would bring them neatly onto the next part of the lesson. Hmm.
Daphne
did look, though, when Professor PickleFailure seemed to find her nostril obstructions particularly
charming. She attempted to flare her nostrils and all it resulted was in the earthy scent of turnips to go straight up into her head. With watery eyes, Daphne titled her head back and pinched the bridge of her nose.
Even if her brain burned, even if her eyes popped out of their sockets, Daphne did not breathe or move. Although, she didn't really fancy dying with turnips up her nostrils.
What would be written on her thombstone?:
Here lies Daphne Hopton; She was pretty; She was fair; She was part vegetable. ?!$%!!!