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BanaBatGirl · 10-19-2010, 01:40 PM

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Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe

Preston crossed his arms in front of his chest, wand still in hand, as he made his way to the boy.

"Mister Fletcher," he said, sternly. "Would you care to tell me exactly what you were thinking when you began your... display?"

Eyes narrowed, he tilted his head to the side as he considered the boy.

What's uh, what's with all the staring, professor? Fletcher was dying to ask, but of course dared not to since he had a feeling that would come off as being smart and Fletcher liked Professor Kingsley too much to antagonize him ~~further.~~

"Errrrrrrrr," he started, very articulately. "I was thinking, sir... well I was wondering, really, if I could conjure things that didn't necessary look like firewood but were made of wood and could therefore still be flammable??? So I imagined a desk," not just any desk, but he left that part out, "and I was surprised it worked!"

And it had been AWESOME.

He tried to smile politely, angelically even, but Kingsley's narrowed eyes made his facial expression fall dreadfully flat. Well. The transfiguration professor shouldn't be that upset. It could be a lot worse. Fletcher's initial idea, after all, had been to conjure up the Slytherin table from the Great Hall.

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BanaBatGirl Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,213 Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year	Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB Quote: Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe Preston crossed his arms in front of his chest, wand still in hand, as he made his way to the boy. "Mister Fletcher," he said, sternly. "Would you care to tell me exactly what you were thinking when you began your... display?" Eyes narrowed, he tilted his head to the side as he considered the boy. What's uh, what's with all the staring, professor? Fletcher was dying to ask, but of course dared not to since he had a feeling that would come off as being smart and Fletcher liked Professor Kingsley too much to antagonize him ~~further.~~ "Errrrrrrrr," he started, very articulately. "I was thinking, sir... well I was wondering, really, if I could conjure things that didn't necessary look like firewood but were made of wood and could therefore still be flammable??? So I imagined a desk," not just any desk, but he left that part out, "and I was surprised it worked!" And it had been AWESOME. He tried to smile politely, angelically even, but Kingsley's narrowed eyes made his facial expression fall dreadfully flat. Well. The transfiguration professor shouldn't be that upset. It could be a lot worse. Fletcher's initial idea, after all, had been to conjure up the Slytherin table from the Great Hall. __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind