You Wouldn't Last An Hour In The Asylum Where They Raised Me pv

Ava should have expected to find the short, annoying half-goblin already at the new professors class. She felt some disappointment in her chest, having assumed him to be a figure of the pass. He seemed to be associated with many bad things: buddy shirts, short people, cooking and boogers. Since his comment, she had always been a bit self aware of her nose.

Ava had planned a warm welcome to the new professor, recognizing the name as being related to another past professor. She had sat dormant this past month, hardly interacting with fellow classmates and favoring her schoolwork over all else. She was hardly above a passing grade, but in the grand scheme of things she figured it hardly mattered.

The classroom seemed to be a bit off of the grounds, probably to protect the everyday student from the effects of a creature gone awry. She was hardly disappointed by the sight she was met with: the spunky second year known as Clark, seeming to be preparing to climb onto one of the creatures.

"I don’t think you’re tall enough," she observed, smirking. She climbed over the gate, and noted what seemed to skid marks on the ground beneath her, leading suspiciously close to one of the piles of a substance she had learned all too well.

She wrinkled her nose, taking in the scent of the animals and a particularly unpleasant aroma wafting off of Clark. She assumed it was sweat, but she also assumed his father had purchased him deodorant or something similar to subdue the smell.

"Here to welcome the new professor?" She asked, scanning the stables and marking anything that could be used for chaos. She noted a gate with a suspiciously simple mechanism, although she couldn’t quite see it, the many animals roaming and many piles of manure. Lots to work with.

She raised her hands as if to say ‘I surrender’ and offered a small truce, at least for the moment. "If we fight this entire time, there will hardly be present enough for our new guest. I suggest we work together to accomplish chaos as quickly as possible."

Welcoming the new professor with @Clark Baird

Clark's hand still lingered on it's neck, admiring it's white pelt. "I love you. Care if I name you Ayyyyyva?" He asked overly exaggerating as he stated an enemy's name. A name from his past. He heard a voice stating that he was short. The goblin turned around and put on his biggest look of disappointment.

"Shut up." He stated, a bit irritated with the stuck up snob that decided to join him. "Welcome back Ava." He whispered, though while quiet, his tone was stiff.

"Good [badword] god." He said, his expression quickly darkening and contouring weirdly as if he were offended. "That pathetic man? No." He spoke loudly, making sure whoever could hear him could hear him. "I would rather be the Care of Magical Creatures Professor so I can fail these students, teach them what dad was trying to." He didn't dare insult the professor any more, at least, not presently. Maybe soon, maybe after he could get on the horse.

Clark smirked, drawing closer to her and raising up his arms as if he were surrendering, but when he were only millimeters away from her face, he dropped his arms and wheeled it back fast enough and hard enough to release and punch her in the stomach. "Oops." He said, flames raw in his eyes.

He turned towards Ayyyyyva. "Come on baby, let's go." Clark still wouldn't be able to hop onto the horse.

She rolled her eyes. “Shocker. You really do have no other hobbies than be dreadful. I would have thought you’d have grown out of the annoying toddler stage by now, but apparently not.”

Ava smirked as he seemed to surrender, raising his hands and approaching. She readied herself, sensing some trick in his stance. This was too easy, with Clark everything had to be difficult. Sure enough, when he was close enough that she had to hold her breath to protect her nose from his stench, he drew back his arm and swung a fist toward her stomach.

Rage flashed through her mind, along with some pain as she doubled over, hair and eyes turning a fiery shade of red as she glared and straightened. He was whispering to the winged horse, still trying to climb onto it, which she noted with a roll of her eyes. “Stupid,”

She drew her wand and pointed it at him, flicking her wrist in the spell wand movement as she muttered ‘Incendio’. Whether it reached him or not was hardly her concern as she immediately turned on her heel, jogging toward to fence and swinging her body over to climb out. She ran toward the other side of the stables, trying to open the door to the indoor area. It seemed to be locked, which should’ve been expected.

Ava pulled desperately on the handle, kicking it with a foot and clutching her wand. She ought to pay more attention in her classes, because her knowledge of spells was deeply flawed. “Er—unlocko! Accio unlock! Unlockomora!”

Her eyes lit up in thought as she glanced around with a smirk. Feces were readily available, and if she couldn’t get in she would do something. She grabbed a handful, disgusted at the scent and texture but all-too-excited to launch it at the door.[/color][/b]

Welcoming the new professor with @Clark Baird

“Are you stupid?” Ava called back with an eye roll, flinging the feces at the door with all the strength she could muster.

Hearing his next words, she turned on her heel to face his direction, face twisting into an expression of absolute disgust. Who did he think he was? She hardly felt the need to dignify his words with a response, so she instead wound her arm back as far as it could go and launched the dung through the air, aiming to hit him. (Ava accuracy 8+6 vs Clark evasion 10+9)

The dung flew, landing a few feet away from where he was standing instead. She rolled her eyes at him, shouting back at him. “I’m not helping you with anything!”

Her eyes darkened as she took another scoop of the dung, weighing it in her hands as she again prepared to launch it. She wound her arm back again, letting the dung fly through the air. She again came short, and gave a defeated sigh. He was too far away for her to hit him accurately. She hoped some of it would at least splatter him.

Ava heard him announce the wand movement, but now covered in dung, she didn’t want any of it touching her precious wand. Anyway, it was more fun to leave the stinky mess for the professor to find. Giving one final toss toward the door and leaving her stinky handprint there for the professor to find, she walked back toward Clark, a new plan forming in her head.

“Okay, fine. I’ll help you up.” That meant that she could slather him in dung with her dung-covered hands, and when he was settled on the horse she would launch some dung at the horse creature so it would buck him off like in muggle bull-riding.

She offered him a hand, unsure of how he was actually going to get up. Maybe she would have to throw him up? Or he could stand on her shoulders. Surely his short frame couldn’t be too heavy.

Welcoming the new professor with @Clark Baird