He hadn't meant to piss the mom off- he just thought, like, training a hippogriff himself would be kinda cool, you know? And it was so cute; it was a baby. Who could really blame him? Well, a lot of people he could name off the top of his head, and probably a lot more. Junior and a couple other seventh years - also a fourth year, he didn't know where they'd gotten that one from - led the hippogriff across the school grounds, a bit of laughter erupting from them every once in a while as they messed with the thing (he really wasn't trying to scare it, or anything - he was just kind of happy about the whole situation). Their fun, however, was momentarily interrupted by some girl, who seemed pretty damn pissed, yelling across the courtyard. He laughed it off, but both her and his little group was interrupted yet again by the familiar shriek of a hippogriff.
As soon as it clicked, Junior realized he'd made a mistake - a rather big one, at that -, but it was a bit too late to take it back, wasn't it? That girl was yelling again, but the brunet couldn't hear her over the sound of his own heartbeat, knuckles white as he gripped the rope attached to the small hippogriff. He could run off with it, sure, but who was to say the mother wouldn't go after him? Junior stood stock-still, until another boy snatched the rope from him and ran, and then, all he could do was hit the dirt. He wasn't about to fucking die for a hippogriff, anyway.
God, this was bad, like, worse than the time he'd accidentally gotten Amelia Taylor, an old classmate of his, stuck to the castle roof bad. There were little girls screaming and he thought he could see some kid talking to the girl who'd been yelling at him and the hippogriff sounded to be crashing around everywhere. [color=#5B81AE]"Shit," Junior mumbled as he pushed himself up from the grass, racing across the courtyard to the two younger girls. He'd messed up bad, so he figured he might as well try to fix it a little. Maybe he wouldn't get expelled, if the Headmaster knew he'd helped the victims. If he wasn't killed by that hippogriff, that is "Fuck- are you guys okay?" the seventeen year-old questioned, a bit breathless as he glanced between the girls.
"speech"
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Junior had always been known for causing trouble. After six and a half years at Hogwarts, the professors were certainly at their wit's ends with him. It'd always been something with him, whether that be skipping classes or jinxing a toilet (which he didn't recommend), so their constant state of frustration with the young man was certainly understandable, and to be expected. At this point, teachers and pupils alike were just waiting to see what shenanigans Junior would pull next, and, needless to say, this was a first.He hadn't meant to piss the mom off- he just thought, like, training a hippogriff himself would be kinda cool, you know? And it was so cute; it was a baby. Who could really blame him? Well, a lot of people he could name off the top of his head, and probably a lot more. Junior and a couple other seventh years - also a fourth year, he didn't know where they'd gotten that one from - led the hippogriff across the school grounds, a bit of laughter erupting from them every once in a while as they messed with the thing (he really wasn't trying to scare it, or anything - he was just kind of happy about the whole situation). Their fun, however, was momentarily interrupted by some girl, who seemed pretty damn pissed, yelling across the courtyard. He laughed it off, but both her and his little group was interrupted yet again by the familiar shriek of a hippogriff.
As soon as it clicked, Junior realized he'd made a mistake - a rather big one, at that -, but it was a bit too late to take it back, wasn't it? That girl was yelling again, but the brunet couldn't hear her over the sound of his own heartbeat, knuckles white as he gripped the rope attached to the small hippogriff. He could run off with it, sure, but who was to say the mother wouldn't go after him? Junior stood stock-still, until another boy snatched the rope from him and ran, and then, all he could do was hit the dirt. He wasn't about to fucking die for a hippogriff, anyway.
God, this was bad, like, worse than the time he'd accidentally gotten Amelia Taylor, an old classmate of his, stuck to the castle roof bad. There were little girls screaming and he thought he could see some kid talking to the girl who'd been yelling at him and the hippogriff sounded to be crashing around everywhere. [color=#5B81AE]"Shit," Junior mumbled as he pushed himself up from the grass, racing across the courtyard to the two younger girls. He'd messed up bad, so he figured he might as well try to fix it a little. Maybe he wouldn't get expelled, if the Headmaster knew he'd helped the victims. If he wasn't killed by that hippogriff, that is "Fuck- are you guys okay?" the seventeen year-old questioned, a bit breathless as he glanced between the girls.
"speech"