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Posted: Fri Mar 08, 2013 11:00 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 08, 2013 1:19 pm
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Thankfully, a small voice made her realize she had been staring once again, and she blinked, quickly turning away. Y-yes, and your outfit... well, you have impeccable taste, as usual." She smiled, nodding at Molan, before turning to the voice that had addressed him, giving Olivia an odd look as she muffled a snicker.
"Olivia dear, if you wish to sit near us, please feel free to do so." That poor ghoul, the way she was sprawled over the desk like that... the reaper only shook her head. Perhaps she should-
A loud crash, and cacophony of sounds made her flinch, and she turned her head towards the door. What in the world... She muffled a gasp as the supposed professor was wheeled into the room by what looked to be another student, and... just what in Jack's name HAPPENED?
The gryphon was given a suspicious look at his mention of an "unfortunate accident", which was further intensified when the boil sent the professor careening into the desks. She began to have a sneaking suspicion this class wouldn't be as orderly as she would have hoped.
This was confirmed as potions were passed out, which Mia would have vehemently denied putting anywhere near her mouth were it not for her familiar suggesting it would be in the best interest of the class, and before long...
She was now on top of the desk, yapping angrily as the butterflies around her only gave a confused look to one another, wondering what had happened to their master.
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Posted: Fri Mar 08, 2013 1:27 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 08, 2013 3:07 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 08, 2013 3:56 pm
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Always one to try things, Gabby drank the potion almost immediately upon being given it. When he watched the students around him pop, he started to regret it, but when he himself turned into a tiny ball of fluff, he weighed the consequences.
Yes, he was a ball of fluff.
Yes, he was tiny.
Yes, this was terrible for his already porcelain fragile self-image.
But everyone else around him were foxfires, too. So it couldn't be that bad.. could it?
Except not EVERYONE was a foxfire. There was one scrawny little kid who seemed immune, and that meant he had won the potion drinking game. Not cool. Not cool. Gabby immediately toddled on his tiny legs, running headfirst and headbutting the boil on the legs over and over and over and over - in the hopes of knocking him down to where he could gnaw on his face.
Gabby was a vicious little ball of fluff.
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