Finished Shattered Life... Wretched Dreams PV Prof McDonalds

Nancy thought it was going to be a normal day. She had enjoyed her new job mostly, some of the students were a little bit more hyper than she remembered being at their age, but nothing she could not deal with. The young woman had been sitting in her office when it happened. The sound of shattering glass echoed through the small office, causing the woman's head to snap up from the journal she had been writing in at her desk.

For a moment the woman did not do anything as the young student appeared behind the hole in the window, seeming proud of himself. "Did you just break my window?" she questioned as if it were one of the strangest things in the world. What had the boy been thinking, throwing what she assumed had been a rock, through her window. Her assumptions were correct as she stood up from her desk and noticed the rock now sitting in the middle of her office.

"Did you even think before throwing that rock?" She questioned as she made her way from behind her desk and into the greenhouse. "What would you have done if I were standing near the window or if there was a student there?" She continued to question the boy. Nancy should have known that things had run too smoothly her first few days of working at the wizarding school. Of course the first difficult thing a student did was throw a rock through her window. At least it was not something too difficult to fix, just annoying since she was going to have to check to make sure none of her plants had been damaged.

@Clark William Baird-Carter

Clark snapped back from his little ‘trance’. He looked up through the hall, his cocky smile was beginning to falter. He did his best – to not show it. Yet, what could he do? He was out for blood – or so they all think. Or at least in this mind – that’s what they all think. He looked at the new professor in the eyes– and began smirking. He wanted to smolder – but he knew that would be highly inappropriate in the situation. But then again – he did his break a window, and then tend to ruin somebody’s life.

“I don’t really care. Try me - what’s the worst you can do – in terms of punishments. If there were students there – I wouldn’t care. Because I wouldn’t be the one that gets in trouble. He would be the professor.”

His smirk was transformed into a mischievous grin. The kind that tells someone if there was even a hint of menace in their ill will. “take me to the headmaster if he must. He loves me so much – and so does everyone else. Wow – I’m sure just by knowing me already you know I’m just miserable. Not to mention one of the few truly amazing Hufflepuff that have a way. Do you know my cousin put fish in her bed and blamed me? Did you know I was falsely accused of breaking down a door or attempting to? Well, that wasn’t my fault – and I had to go scrub the dishes. So if you want to - go ahead and try it.”

Clark then picked up another rock Dash and threw it towards one of the plants – and it seems like they had it… Name tags? And the rock was being thrown towards the one that was said to be Jeff. He didn’t close to size Dash not seeing if it hit or not.

Tagging: @Nancy McLoughlin

Nancy wanted to snap, she had honestly never met someone who was so disrespectful in her thirty-two years of living. She really wanted to speak to whoever was raising this child because they needed to teach him some manners. The blonde was not going to yell though, she assumed that he just wanted the attention and she was not going to give him that satisfaction, even if he had just thrown rocks and broken the flowerpot of one of her favorite plants and shattered one of the windows.

Glancing over at the plant to make sure it was not too damaged, she turned back to the boy. "Please leave the greenhouse," she said as calmly as possible, "If you are going to act like this, then clearly you are not responsible enough to be allowed in the greenhouse unless during class." Nancy turned and took a step back to her desk, pulling out a sheet of paper and a quill. "If you do not want to leave, then you can stay and help me fertilize some of the plants with dragon dung," she offered. It was not something that was the most pleasant, but it needed done and she did not want to give this kid the satisfaction of getting a detention from her. "If you are staying, I am going to need you to sign your name here though." The blonde held the sheet of paper and quill out to the young man, the page clearing stating 'Sign In' and 'Sign Out.'

@Clark William Baird-Carter

A short grumble under his breath. He literally was provided the option of behaving just by helping to clean up and take care of the plants or to get out of the green house. The mention of dragon dung, however, was fairly intriguing as a matter of fact. He tried his hardest not to show it on his face. "Fuck you. I am not leaving from this spot. And.. well... I'd be okay with watching the greenhouse crumble down."

A short little smirk appeared on his face. He was feeling a little mischevious. However, he did contradict with what he mentioned of his movement of positioning- by walking towards the dragon dung. He whispered quietly, as an attempt to keep his words out of McDonald's ears.

"You'll be great for the hufflepuff dorms. I have an idea for you. Maybe sometimes closer to christmas break, I can use you... but, for now, I'll take some."

And that being said, he turned his back towards McDonalds and tucked his shirt in, and then proceeded to drop dragon dung into his shirt, so he could attempt to walk out of the greenhouse with dragon dung in his inventory.

After all, Clark had a plan- and even if it wasn't a success, Clark would figure out a way to succeed at one point.

Tagging: @Nancy McLoughlin

Clark looked up, with no state of fear in his eyes. He’s already dealt with dragon dung. As a matter of fact, half of the dung has it’s way down his shirt already.

He heard that he was retrieving detention and attempted to conduct a perfect lie- which was highly unlikely due to his unfortunate status as being the shortest part goblin at Hogwarts- not that McDonalds ever heard anything about him yet.

Ah, he got it! He had a sly smile struck across his face and he shook his head as an attempt to wipe that smile off his face.

A moment had passed and Clark now faced Professor McDonalds. “Well, my name is Logan Baird- from Hufflepuff. I’m also a Prefect! Go ask anyone! They’ll confirm for me!” Okay- that was mostly an outrageous lie- but- the only thing that was even remotely correct- was that Clark and Logan had a similar last name- ‘Baird’.

He turned around, and silently mouthed to himself. “Yes! I knew it’d fly!” But he didn’t even give the slightest bit of attention to McDonalds when he was busy lying and attempting to be cool in whatever way he thought he was.

He laughed to himself- and now attempting to sneak out of the door.

Tagging: @Nancy McLoughlin

Clark screamed bloody murder as he heard the message about being wanted back in McDonald's office in the morning.

Ew. He didn't want to clean up his mess. That was already an atrocious thought. Maybe he should do something that will possibly reduce the risk of McDonald giving him detention. Well, in his mind anyways.

He figured he was too cool, too attractive, and too amazing just to get detention- but then again- he needed to get out of there- before the smell of Dragon Dung being infused with Clark's shirt hits Professor McDonald.

"Byeeeee! I REFUSE to come tommorow! You'll have to pry me out of the lake tommorow!"

As an attempt to divert her attention to Clark being at Hogwarts- he wanted to imply that Clark was at the lake- and nowhere else.

Another round of random blood curling scream hit- and Clark tucked his face and head behind his arms as he ran towards the entrance of the greenhouse- to exit through it- and at the same time- cause a bigger mess and hopefully accuse it all on Logan.

It wasn't Clark's fault! Even if nothing really happened between the two, Clark was one for bothering her- as he felt a connection he didn't feel with others- but- there was no way that connection was true in any way possible.

He turned around, still running towards the castle, and saw that the doors were shattered. A dream come true. He might have ruined someone's perspective on Hogwarts.

Tagging: @Nancy McLoughlin

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