My wand!!? Where is it!?!? pv Clark Carter Closed

Almost as if it were luck, Clark went outside with a devillish grin on his face, a red leather jacket on his back, and a prop sword with the plastic blade portion made to look very realistic in his hands. "Time to find our victim today!" He darted out of the common room, but rushed back in to grab his pirate-like hat.

He ran outside, towards the courtyard, yelling at people to get out of the way or risk his sword. He ran as fast as he possibly could, trying to aim for anything directly in his way- like a tree, or a painted target- or better yet, someone he didn't like.

"Who are you! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? THIS IS MY SCHOOL!" The eleven year old yelled in a tone some would describe as demanding. Get out of my way was simply what he was trying to say but couldn't bring himself to say it. His brain was sending mixed messages to his mouth- making the messages more... ruder.

Ooo, Clark had an oppertunity! An oppertunity to prove he truly was the greatest first year in school- not acknowledging good means and bad means to gain renown.

He jabbed his prop sword towards Quinn, not touching her at all- trying to keep it a few inches away from her. "Give up. Whatever you're looking for belongs to me! Just draw me a map, and I will create a sea shanty and a crew to get my treasure."

@Quinn Root
@Logan Baird

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Interacting: @Clark William Baird-Carter||| @ :mentioning

"Oh? It's that important to you? What is? Your wand? Tell me, dear friend... how would you have retrieved the wand- to attend schooling here at Hogwarts- if you don't put in the effort or the work to simply go to Ollivanders! Use that wand you got from Ollivanders! I don't know how the hell you got into Hogwarts without a wand bound to your side! Oh wait- I know- *arrr*"

The boy tried every method of intimidation he could muster in one long, yet weird spoken sentence. Yet, it didn't seem to be much help in his case seeing as to how the girl's eyes and face were all up in his face. Jeez- talk about boundaries! Clark simply just had a prop sword nearly touching her, and she gets to be all up in his face?

Maybe he should just... oh wait... the wand- it was in the- the- "hufflepuff common room-" the boy whispered softly- his jaw feeling like it hit the floor.

Trying to quickly cover his immediate quiet outburst, he gulped- then quickly threw out a fragment to complete the previous fragment recited out loud. "was where I lost my wand!"

Maybe that wasn't where the wand was- the boy had taken some cool looking sticks- and hid them around the Courtyard- hoping someone's pet would bury them... "x marks the spot."

@Quinn Root
@Logan Baird

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Interacting: @Clark William Baird-Carter||| @:mentioning

"I'm DUMB?" He threw down his prop sword, and drew his dominant arm- his right arm- as far back as his arm would let him. Now, he let his right hand come into contact with Quinn as hard as he could- slapping her for calling him dumb.

"You know what? Go get your wand yourself I'm so tired of this. I am NOT dumb! I shall not be called dumb! I AM NOT DUMB! DON'T CALL ME DUMB!" Must've found Clark's kryptonite- or at least something that ticked him off more than usual. LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE! I'm sure you have to go find your cat- maybe the cat is somewhere in the Huffle dormitory- which is where I'm going right now. If you want it, go bug the hell out of the Head of House to retrieve the wand."

That being said, he stormed off towards the halls- when he turned around, realizing he left his prop sword back at Quinn's feet.

Regretting what he's about to do, he slowly walked back to Quinn- the speed in his leaving and his returning was an obvious difference. Especially when her last line was implying she would cause hell to rain down on Clark- the sweet boy he was.

@Quinn Root
@Logan Baird

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Interacting: @Clark William Baird-Carter||| @:mentioning

Clark sneered. As if he would ever apologize for his actions. "No. I'm not here for YOU. I'm here to tell you to return my sword, or else face the consequences." Claro didn't care what Quinn had to say, not even a tiny bit. He was very much going to be very subbordinate and this time decided to also take his sword, no matter the situation. He ran towards Quinn, putting all of the weight onto his left foot, as an attempt to stomp on the slytherin's foot

"GIVE ME BACK MY SWORD. OR ELSE FACE A CONSEQUENCE WORSE THAN YOU CAN BELIEVE. GIVE IT BACK. I DON'T CARE ABOUT HOW YOU'LL FEEL." The par goblin boy finally decided to calm down, relitvaely quickly. Hoping to at least win her over in a tiny gesture. He struck his hand out. "I'm sorry. Would you like to play a roleplaying game with me? I'm trying to get people together, but I think I'm too scary for them."

He jumped around, knowing of his short stature- being 3'6" much shorter than regular part-goblins and goblins. He was generally shorter than usual. And he felt that was what distinguished him from anyone else But at the same time- he felt that mad ehim not intimidating simotaniously.

@Quinn Root

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Interacting: @Clark William Baird-Carter||| @:mentioning

Clock finally decided to shut up. Yes, he invited the stupid girl to do some role-playing game. But yet, it seems that he may have made a bad choice. But it wasn’t like he had any friends, besides Keith. He didn’t really have anyone that he could talk to, tell secrets. And he could easily as soon as his name was going around Hogwarts in nefarious intentions.

“yes. Please, do come. It is already so lonely, having to do a solo round when you already know exactly what’s going to happen. So yes, please, please do come.“

He desperately hoped, that this would make him a friend, and not an enemy. He was concerned, freaking out. But at the same time he felt like he was compelled to figure out where Quinn’s want to rent. Truth be told the whole time, he was pretending that he knew by Quinn’s wand was. But he never did. So there was ever and the Hufflepuff common room, then he felt like he must be like some type of psychic.

“Fine. Just give me a few minutes.“ he said, as he took his sword, and headed back into the Hufflepuff common room. He laid his sword up against the fireplace, and then took the wand that resided above the fireplace. It was on the wand stand, and nobody knew who it really belong to. And they just assumed that it had to be a hufflepuff that lost it.

He went back outside, and hope to have seen Quinn. But dropped the wand and then ran off. If Quinn had picked up the wand, Clark would’ve been watching off from a distance. And he will eventually send out a letter, inviting her to the room of requirements just to play, a basic role-playing game. And Clark would prepare for the role-playing game as it date would be sometimes right before Halloween.