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Post by Vane Avebury on Feb 25, 2011 22:03:16 GMT
It was about time things within the old castle became a bit more exciting than the average day. Vane's bright blue eyes danced with amusement as he continued to look on toward the scuffle, the smile on is face bigger than any he's ever smiled before. From his seat at the Slytherin table, Vane figured Ellie's entire breakfast had practically landed on her alone, and the sight was near enough to bring back the roaring laughter. He did, however, manage to keep his composure, flicking a quick glance to Gen sitting next to him.
While peeking at Gen, Vane missed the look Ellie shot toward him from the Ravenclaw table, though he did turn back quickly enough to the scene to catch sight of Jennessa -he wasn't paying much mind to the other two- standing under a stream of pumpkin juice. The badger's cries reached his ears, drawing a twinge of irritation toward the Ravenclaw. While Vane is guilty of countless forms of harassment toward Hufflepuffs, he still didn't like Ellie's attitude toward Nessa.
Quickly, the irritation Vane had felt vanished, replaced with satisfaction when Francis took control of the situation, and gave that witch what for. It took the wizard long enough to do something. Another flick of Vane's blue eyes passed over his house table, She wouldn't have had the chance to blink had it been one of us. His eyes narrowed at the thought as his gaze turned back to the witch in enough time to catch the sight of Jennassa moving back to the Hufflepuff lot.
She looked defeated standing there wet with pumpkin juice causing another round of irritation to seep into his bones. Again, his feelings weren't directed toward Jennessa, but Ellie, the reason the badger appeared so tiny... almost helpless. He watched, helpless himself, as Nessa followed Francis' footsteps and exited the Great Hall.
Instantly, his sights were once again on Ellie, the other Slytherins at the edges of his thoughts, and he stewed. He almost wished the shoe was on the other foot, and Ellie had dumped the juice on his head instead. Vane chewed the corner of his lip, thinking, I wish she would... |
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Post by Genevieve Stark on Feb 25, 2011 23:05:06 GMT
There it was, Francis had finally lost his temper. And Gen, although proud to see him stand his ground, was glad that he had not done any more damage to the girl than he did. It would have meant detention for him, for Salazar knows how long, if things had gotten any uglier. Which in turn would put a damper on their meetings after classes. Yes, he handled it just right. The creep had deserved to be treated roughly.
As she watched Francis storm out of the Great Hall, followed shortly after by the smaller Hufflepuff girl, she joined her housemates in laughter. She didn't really share in the enthusiasm but just as before she had to keep up appearances. "Well that was...exciting. If not a bit short-lived." She said with a smile as she turned to Vane, who looked deep in thought, although a hint of amusement still lingered on his features. "I reckon she'll be thinking twice about messing with that lot again." With that said, she reached for a piece of toast from her plate and took a bite, her own thoughts drifting away as her eyes moved back up to the door Francis had just exited from, wishing she could follow him out to comfort him.
She waited until all the excitement was over and everyone seemed to have finally lost interest in their surroundings before taking her leave. This way it wouldn't seem suspicious at all. To anyone who was paying attention it would only seem like she had finished her breakfast and it was time to go. So with a few short goodbyes she excused herself from the table and exited the Great Hall.
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Post by Nancy Lovitt on Mar 2, 2011 0:08:43 GMT
Nancy let out a shriek as the cold pumpkin juice cascaded over her head. Having had enough, she opened her mouth, ready to finally say something, but was beaten to it by Francis. She stood watching the scene, unsure of herself and still conscious of all the eyes staring in their direction. She watched as Francis stormed out of the hall, then exchanged a glance with Jennessa. She nodded in agreement at her suggestion to leave, anxious to escape the hall and wash the juice out of her hair. She fell into step with Nessa as they headed out of the hall. People would be talking about this for the rest of the week: she was not looking forward to it.
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