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Post by scorpius hyperion malfoy on Dec 30, 2009 22:10:52 GMT -3
  oh how scorpius hated this day. this terrible day, this most annoying of days, when he had his tea leaves read. his tea leaves and the girl who was doing it totally freaked about what she saw. "it's a grim reaper!" she had yelled out, and everyone had gone nuts, and scorpius had wished he had skipped class. and when she set down the cup and started to freak to her little friends, all scorpius could think was it looks like a dark clump of nothing. and that's all it was. this dark clump. no matter how scorpius turned that damn thing, whaddya know, it still looked exactly like a lump of nothing. where the hell this woman had gotten bone skinny jack skelington with a cloak and a razor sharp scythe was seriously beyond him. and of course, to make matters seriously worse the stupid teacher came up, stared at it for two seconds and then gasped in a seriously overly theatrical manner and yelled out something about a full moon. great. now was he to die while being hunted by some werewolf while a skeleton with a fetish for olden day farming tools stood idly by. he should write this crap down. he could sell a book it seemed with how many girls were freaking over it.
of course, after this, he just simply used an excuse to get out of it. one of the girls was completely blubbering over him going to die by the next full moon, he doubted the greatly, and she had so burst into tears over it she was practically ready to drown them all. basically he used her as an excuse to get out of class. any female teacher is impressed by a boy who wanted to help the crying girl to stop crying. then he had lead her to the nearest bathroom, told her to splash a whole crap load of cold water on her face, and then proceeded to running away as fast as he could. he had smartly grabbed his bags before leaving, saying it might take them awhile before little miss whoever-the-hell-that-was looked normal like again. or at least presentable. he always thought you either looked beautiful when you cried, or like someone had smacked you in the face and let bees go at you. how swollen some people got. this girl was one of them. and she'd probably stay that way for the rest of the day, along with a runny nose. not something he was ready to bother with today.
as he made his really quick exit from the crime scene, he had to slow down and look around corners. he didn't need to be caught by teachers, paintings he didn't care about. he made it onto the first staircase down as it was moving, and then realized he was looking right at an issue. teacher. merlin kill him. he threw his books into his book bag, and looked over the side, and jumped over the side of the staircase. using a spell to soften his landing onto the next staircase quite a way down. this spell did nothing to stop him from stumbling, rolling down the rest of the stairs, and sliding across a threshold. he shook his head and wished hogwarts would allow cameras. that would have been the most awesome stunt ever. he did a quick injury check. minimal, and then tried to think of where he could go on this day where he wouldn't be noticed. then he remembered, no herbology today. outside into the teacher and student-less wild it was.
he slid down the corridors, hiding when he saw a teacher in a broom cupboard, then sprinted down the entrance hall and out the big doors, not stopping as they slammed behind him until he got a very impressive length away from the door. he then caught his breath, hands on his knees, before taking in the fresh air and wandering down to the lake, his favorite place. mainly because you could look for mermaids there. and mermaid women were half naked. and that was bloody awesome to have outside your school, to be truthful. don't piss them off, and you can watch happily at the "scenery". he realized someone was already perched in his usual spot though. he suddenly became kind of sneaky and started to mission impossible his way over to behind the tree. he peeked around it to the person that was placed so annoyingly in his spot.
"well.. hello. i believe you are in my spot"
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