 Fletcher #3 *glaaaaaaaaares* Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
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Originally Posted by Steelsheen  Stupid mop.
Yeah he is so blaming the mop. It wasnt like it was his rear end that was causing the drag. Or that it had a handle harder than his head.
He nursed the sore spot with one hand as he grabbed the mop irritably with the other. As he glared at the mop, he could hear... Giggling? he thought as he turned to look at where it was coming from.
And there was the Hufflepuff Champion, having such a good fit of the giggles at his expense. "Bah! Lets see you try something better Fletcher!" he growled back, although he hated to admit that Fletcher has already done something better-- he got off the ground, even if it was just 3 feet high.
Salander started to mount his mop once again, trying to ignore the GlitterPuff who now was in such a fit of laughter he fell on the ground. He turned his head to yell back something snarky when just at the perfect moment, Fletcher's mop landed on his head, soggy strings and all.
Who was laughing now? He was!
Mwahahahaha!!! "Lookin' good Fletcher!" Salander guffawed back and gave a double thumbs up. Then pretending to see people coming up behind the Hufflepuff he mock pointed "Oh look, photographers from the Daily Prophet. Say Cheese Fletch!" he beamed as he mounted his mop quickly and pushed off, half flying, half dragging the mop across the greens. Fletcher felt sooooo disgusting right now, and that was certainly saying something for the boy who had once eaten a sandwich right off the floor. "Ppphotographers?! WHERE?!" He whipped his mophead around so fast that the stupid, soggy thing fell off at last.
Spying no press in the immediate vicinity, Fletcher glared at Salander and snatched his mop up to begin anew the process of flying. He mounted the mop angrily and kicked off too hard, so that the stupid mop went up in the air and did a loop.
But he managed to stay on! Oh yes, for once Fletcher had managed to hold on to an airborn thing. SUCCESS. Gritting his teeth into a creepy, focused grin, the boy then aimed his mop toward Salander. Mwahaha. He was so gonna crash into him.
That is, if the thing ever puttered there this century.
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