Post by Stradivarius deMorvang on Jun 14, 2007 14:10:25 GMT -5
Stradivarius sat back in his chair, his frustration appearing in a furious blush across his face. He absolutely hated drawing attention to himself. At least this was better than his last disatrous attempt at Transfiguration, when he had somehow conjured a massive tangle of red-hot wire into the family kitchen. It had filled the entire room and given nearly everyone present second-degree burns. And it had refused to be removed, as well.
"Thank you, Professor. I'm sorry..." He whispered , barely audible, and shouldered his bag. The boy gingerly picked up the match from the table, stuck it in his wand pocket, and left the room, unable to stand the curious stares of the other students, and particularly Ranyr's facetious naming of the creatures.
"Thank you, Professor. I'm sorry..." He whispered , barely audible, and shouldered his bag. The boy gingerly picked up the match from the table, stuck it in his wand pocket, and left the room, unable to stand the curious stares of the other students, and particularly Ranyr's facetious naming of the creatures.