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Post by Nathan Holloway on Feb 16, 2007 22:26:03 GMT
Nathan listened to what the other people had to say. When they started to insult his family he bit his tongue and took a deep breath. They were sinking low to have to insult his family. When the other Slytherin started to walk away shouting back Nathan felt rage building up inside of him. Spinning around his nostrils were flared and his hands turned into a fist.
Taking a huge stride forward Nathan soon caught up with the younger Slytherin, grapping him by the shoulder Nathan pulled him around and pinned him against the wall.
His eyes narrowed as he studied the boys face then with a cool voice Nathan’s face was only centimetres away from Jerred’s.
“You are a pathetic excuse for a human being. I will admit that my family relay to heavily on the traditions of old but never…and I mean never say we have a false ego. At least I’m proud to be who I am, unlike you.”
When letting go of Jerred, Nathan kicked him in the shines and turned his back on him walking back towards the other Ravenclaw’s. His face was full of anger.
“Would any of you too like a pot shot at me then?”
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Post by Prof. Jack Fagin on Feb 17, 2007 16:34:11 GMT
Fagin had lurked in the shadows for some time now, waiting for the opportune moment to take as many points as possible. He deemed the time now right. With a shout designed to make them all scream in fear, if he had his way that was, he lunged out shouting
"boo!" savouring the many different reactions he said in a sing voice to patronise them all extremely
"oh yes please, let's form an orderly queue now boys and girls, to punch the mean likkle boysy woysy." He laughed harshly glaring at all those present. His voice turning snide he grated
"line up now, smack him one," but then a strange thing happened, he had fully intended to embarress the lad to high heaven by getting them each to punch him, but then he remembered the Ministry, he would have to be more careful from now on, if he wished to keep his present employment of torturing the students, not physically of course, more's the pity.
Grumbling to himself and muttering curses and execrations he glared at each pupil in turn watching them recoil.
"A plague on both your houses!" he cried jovially quoting his beloved Shakespeare, though he may seem a lout and extremely distasteful man, he was in fact a learned man none-the-less.
"By that I mean 5 points from all of you." Seeing the looks of anguish and knowing they were liable and prepared to retort he carried on smoothly
"I heard the entire dispute, so no arguments. Ah let's see, another 5 from you boy for insults, good job mind," he said pointing satisfactorily at Boneman.
"plus 5 from you for physical assault, that looked like it bleeding well hurt."
With his tirade now over he stood with hands on hips looking at each person in turn.
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Post by Nathan Holloway on Feb 17, 2007 19:51:12 GMT
As Professor Fagin took points off the houses Nathan could not help put smirk. Admittedly Slytherin had just lost 20 points but it was worth every one simply to see the look on the Ravenclaw’s faces as they too lost precious points. Once the Professor
had stopped talking Nathan took a step forward and gave Fagin a calm smile.
“Professor Fagin it is an honour to met you at last. I have heard a lot about your teaching methods and ideas on punishment and I just wanted to say how much of an admire I am. Although I have never been to one of your lessons, as why should I want to learn about muggle’s, I have heard much about you.”
Nathan gave a small bow of his head towards the professor before looking up with his head held high once again. To the on lookers it would seem that Nathan was seriously sucking up to the Professor but in all honesty Nathan was a true admire of Fagin’s teaching, as how can a teacher who makes people moan and be in fear of him be bad.
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Post by Prof. Jack Fagin on Feb 17, 2007 21:37:44 GMT
Fagin was flabbergasted for a few moments, and it showed as his mouth hung open stupidly. I should have realised he thought happily that one or two people might see sense. But he hadn't expected it from this lad. With eyes wide and eyebrows raised incredulously he wondered if this might just be a hoax, just one of the little kiddie's stupid games. The lad seemed entirely serious though. Perplexed he pondered a moment on the situation, then it clicked, whether the lad was serious or not he could use the situation to his advantage anyway.
"Always the opportunist," he muttered under his breath. "Well my lad, high praise indeed, but are wrong in one respect, that muggles are extremely important, without them we wouldn't survive."
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Post by Jerred Boneman on Feb 18, 2007 4:10:00 GMT
Jerred cried out, wailing loud for an instant when the damn brute Holloway kicked him in the shin. He rubbed it for a second before Fagin showed up, the Professor not holding back his insults either.
'My dad's a damn muggle, you stupid oaf!' Jerred shouted at Holloway, standing firm. 'And besides, from what I've heard, you fancy what Purebloods like yourself call Mudbloods! Damn hyprocritical purebloods!'
Jerred was soon reminded of his mother, her purebloodedness always making him ashamed of her. He looked away, the bitter memories hurting him.
Jerred looked at Holloway with hatred in his eyes. 'I'm proud to be who I am in case you have a learning disability, but unlike you I don't have to resort to physical attacks! I'm rather too sneaky for that!' Jerred cried out suddenly, flinging his wand and casting the Bat Bogey hex at Holloways face.
Satisfied, Jerred looked at the Professor with a triumphant look on his face. 'Take as many as you want, Hufflepuff will win anyway. Give me detention as well, I don't care, just as long as I don't have to do it with Dungface there.' Jerred pointed his finger at Holloway to prove his point.
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Post by Prof. Jack Fagin on Feb 18, 2007 17:08:08 GMT
Fagin stamped his foot in indignation, give me strength he thought and promptly cursed several times under his breath, but this was a good opportunity.
"Aha!" he cried "Assault before a teacher! I should take a hundred points for that little skunk, but I'm nice so let's make it fifty."
But then the realisation of the boy's words sunk in, about to raise his hand and strike the boy, he kept his temper barely pure fury etched across his face, he grated in a voice ladden with threat
"10 points for using that word," Seeing the bemused expression upon his face he added to clear the matter "it begins with mud, and if you ever dare to say it again, you'll be thrown bodily from the school roof!" He roared his very real threat. Rubbing his hands together now with glee.
"Finally let's make it detention, with him." he declared jabbing his finger at Holloway.
"You're so very hypocritical, claiming you don't use physical violence then hexing someone before my eyes. Now be quiet before your viper's tongue runs you into more trouble." He said simply, smiling broadly he stood with hands on hips enjoying their discomfort.
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Post by Jerred Boneman on Feb 19, 2007 8:28:05 GMT
'Do you think I really care about detention?' Jerred said, smiling smugly. 'I don't care about the amount of trouble I get into, at least it's something to do!' Jerred grinned, clapping both hands together.
'Besides, the wizards and witches with muggle parents are just as gifted as any of us.' Jerred said, shrugging soon after.
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Post by Prof. Jack Fagin on Feb 19, 2007 14:17:38 GMT
"Something to do indeed!" roared Fagin, "clearly you've never been to a real detention," overly stressing the word real, he clearly meant his fellows were probably incapable of handing out detentions, let alone forcing students to take them.
"for that comment I'd tkae more points, but you saved your skin with the one bit of sense you've uttered in your life, Just you remember that," He said nodding his head curtly at the lad.
"You really must learn when to close your god-damned mouth, though." He snarled not wanting the lad to become in any way complacent.
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