Compliment Box
 

On a bench that Lord Borr found outside his office, Lord Borr placed his small wooden ballot box.

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Above the box, Lord Borr has attached instructions:



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Sneaking up to the box, Miranda quietly brought a little note that she had written with her dragonhide gloves on. You know, like in spy movies, so that you didn't leave any fingerprints. Yeah.

With her tounge between her teeth, she slipped the parchment inside the little box.

So, Jake had spent that whole lesson lurking at the back of the class, keeping his head down as per Truebridge's instructions. Write now, he held a note in his hands and was about to walk straight past the box... and he did... and the note was gone. Into the box.

Half-carrying Celandine towards the compliment box, Daphne tried her best not to look irritated. But she was irritated. Mostly at Borr but also at herself. Anyone else would have probably told Celandine no. No, we go get your arm fixed first but her best friend in the whole world was crying and hurt and in pain and...asking her to take her to the compliment box first.

Holding her up by the waist with one arm, she awkwardly reached for her school bag, throwing the flap open to reach in for a piece of parchment. Trapping a self-inking quill between two fingers of the same hand, she sort of dragged herself and Celly towards the table.

"Okay, baby Cela," she murmured, putting the parchment on the table and gingerly handing her the quill...would she be able to write with her good hand. "Here we are."

Sniffling and cradling her still very broken arm, Cela braced herself against the wall and used her good hand (yay for being left handed) to write a note.
Because Cela was certain that Borr probably had ways of knowing who dropped compliments in his box anyway, she signed her name.

"I'd write more but..." Cela whispered, showing the note to Daphne and making another little noise of pain. She awkwardly folded the note and shoved it into the box.

Chris Potter walked over to the compliment box and pulled out a piece of parchment. He didn't really liek the guy, I mean who likes someone that pukes all over children, but he still respected him as much as you could a manwho cna rip his pants and not even notice. After a bit, Chris finally thought of what to write:

He then slipped it in the box and headed to the prefects' bathroom to clean himself off after, perhaps the messiest Astromony Lesson ever.

"Hey, Cela!," Tino called after jamming his paper into the box. "Are you okay there? You look a bit peaky. And your arms is kinda. . . zigzag." Were elbows supposed to go that way?

Tegz & Bree
 

Daphne nodded quickly at Cela and squeezed her waist gently before dropping a kiss on her friend's temple. GUH! That Borr man was a menace and Daphne didn't think he deserved the lovely note Cela left him.

Although, she did snort at it despite her friend being injured. It was humorous; to her at least. A voice caught her attention and she looked up at the Ravenclaw with a weak smile.

"Hey Tino," greeted Daphne even though he had been talking to Celandine. "No. I really don't think she's alright," answered the blond in a low voice giving the older student an odd look.

Tino. He had shocked them both right into the Hospital Wing. Daphne hadn't forgotten. He meant well though--most of the time. "I'm certain her arm is broken."

post in corridor?
 

"Mmm. Broken." Cela agreed, glancing at her arm and waving it until she realised in a very sudden way that it HURT a LOT to do that.

"I like Tino. Tino is pretty." Celandine stated, though whether she was talking to Tino himself or to Daph was a moot point. She leaned against Daphne and braced her arm against her chest.

Abby walks up to the Compliment Box. This new professor is certainly self centered. Whoever heard of putting up a Compliments Box. An Incompetant Box would be more appropriate, Abby takes out her compliment and reads over it again.

Abby smirks as she reads her note. Oh how I would like to tell him how he helped me with my Transfiguration homework. I don't think he would like my answer. I mean everytime I thought about what I would like to turn to stone; I wanted to turn Lord Borr to stone. I can see it now. That fat cat sitting on a perch in the middle of the Student Garden. The magical birds would love to doo doo on him. Abby puts her compiment in the box and leaves.

Alessia opted to look around the first floor to see if she could find this Lord Borr... Her eyes stopped outside Ethan's office.

...

A compliment box? Surely it is misspelled.

She moved closer and looked at the notice... it wasn't misspelled.

So... Ethan was teaching astronomy? Was that right? He had no qualifications! Was that why this Borr person wasn't going to let Newtington in his class? Because he was teaching History of magic? But Pepe didn't tell her that. Borr was supposed to teach astronomy... but how? This was the first floor?

Alessia was not good at Astronomy... so she shrugged and moved to the office.

Right on the compliment box, Celandine affixed the ode and the wanted poster that Lord Borr had told her to... put up.

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She made an ick face and reholstered her wand, heading off to stick them up somewhere else.