16 Mar 2025, 13:56
Never Say Dad.
Clark stared at his father angrily. What the hell did he think he was doing at the school? His own father? REEMPLOYED? AT HOGWARTS? Who in their right mind would approve someone for the nurse position much less Hogwarts? What the fuck was this? He stormed towards the doors into the room and threw one of them open with a higher speed than normal people would open the doors.
"Dad." He started, his brows furrowed with every heaving breath he took, trying to show he was angry and not just.. breathless. "What the hell? You were supposed to leave me the hell alone!"
Could he say that was a fair remark? No, he really couldn't. However, he was still someone who had to put up with a father who seemed to just want Clark to be an innocent, kind, and pleasant boy.
How disgusting. He knew his own father knew he was the type of boy who would wear the "Stay out of my room, or we'll have a booger flinging war." type of shirt or have such a gross sign on his door.
"Dad, please just resign immediately! I don't want you here. Go away!" He moaned, alternating legs as he stomps on the ground quickly.
"Dad." He started, his brows furrowed with every heaving breath he took, trying to show he was angry and not just.. breathless. "What the hell? You were supposed to leave me the hell alone!"
Could he say that was a fair remark? No, he really couldn't. However, he was still someone who had to put up with a father who seemed to just want Clark to be an innocent, kind, and pleasant boy.
How disgusting. He knew his own father knew he was the type of boy who would wear the "Stay out of my room, or we'll have a booger flinging war." type of shirt or have such a gross sign on his door.
"Dad, please just resign immediately! I don't want you here. Go away!" He moaned, alternating legs as he stomps on the ground quickly.
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16 Mar 2025, 14:05
Never Say Dad.
At the moment of the door flinging open, he was writing about one of the patients in the Hospital Wing, and how one of them got a scrape on their knee. The patient was a first year, sure, but they did not seem to know how to handle the situation. No bandages... no magic.. nothing? Just straight to the hospital wing.
Oh well, he took care of the patient and told him to stay on the bed for 15 minutes until he could go check on them to make sure they're feeling fine.
He knew it was his son as the door hit the wall. "Clark." He started, putting down the writing utensil as he brought his hand to the glabella, rubbing the area softly. "Clark, dear. Please stop." He asked, trying to be as kind as he can. "I cannot tolerate bad behavior. Not now. You know better than that. Please just stop."
Well, if his son didn't want him here, he might as well resign!
not.
"My little gremlin. No. I'm not going to up and go just because you cannae stand being in the same building as your father. If you continue I will punish, and you know just as well as I do that I do not want to do that. I hate the concept of punishment."
Oh well, he took care of the patient and told him to stay on the bed for 15 minutes until he could go check on them to make sure they're feeling fine.
He knew it was his son as the door hit the wall. "Clark." He started, putting down the writing utensil as he brought his hand to the glabella, rubbing the area softly. "Clark, dear. Please stop." He asked, trying to be as kind as he can. "I cannot tolerate bad behavior. Not now. You know better than that. Please just stop."
Well, if his son didn't want him here, he might as well resign!
not.
"My little gremlin. No. I'm not going to up and go just because you cannae stand being in the same building as your father. If you continue I will punish, and you know just as well as I do that I do not want to do that. I hate the concept of punishment."
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17 Mar 2025, 16:04
Never Say Dad.
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Mentions: @Clark Baird and @Octavius Baird
Octavius Baird... Elisa couldn't believe the man was back in Hogwarts, previously the Astronomy professor, now a nurse. While she held no personal anger for the man, it shocked her how the population of Bairds was suddenly increasing yet again in Hogwarts, from the return of Clark to now Octavius, her mind hoping for Ernest to be next...
The young snake rushed towards the Hospital wing with Tsuki wrapped around her neck and a couple of tulips for the formality, she had to at least welcome the man, especially after all the drama that happened at his house. Elisa slowly peeked into the hospital wing to see not just the old man but also Clark, the two bickering as usual. She fake coughed while walking in as she muttered "I hope I didn't disturb you both conversation", it was then she realized, she'd just interrupted a family fight judging the tense aura of the room.
In a pathetic attempt to improve the situation, she put on her best fake smile, one that could've got her lack of emotion caught, as she greeted Clark before facing Octavius "Didn't expect you to return so soon, Professor Baird. Welcome back." She muttered, in a try to be enthusiastic as she slowly muttered "Also I thought it would be stuffy for you in the Hospital Wing, got some flowers for you!" she mentioned with a slight smile, she had gotten barely time to get something to rewelcome the professor, she loathed in her first year..
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17 Mar 2025, 16:49
Never Say Dad.
(ooc: sorry if this sucks)
Ezra was walking a friend of his from Slytherin, Ronan, to the hospital wing. You may ask why, and the answer is because a Ravenclaw and Slytherin were trying to hex each other and cast shield charm at the same time, but unfortunately it deflected and hit Ronan. They didn't even apologize! They just kept arguing over who knows what. Luckily, Ezra was there and walked Ronan to the hospital wing.
It was horrific sight. Students whispered and laughed as they walked to their next class. Poor Ronan couldn't even speak after those spells hit him. He kept glaring at the students whispering at Ronan. The aftereffects were enough, Ronan did not need to hear others laughing at him.
Soon, they reached the hospital wing. They heard talking from within the room. The two entered the hospital wing, immediately regretting their decision. Well, at least Ezra did. They froze, unwillingly listening to what was going on. The pair witnessed the one-sided argument between the father and his son, and another student walking in.
"...Do you want to leave and try to fix this ourselves?"
Ezriell says quietly to Ronan, backing up a little. He wished he didn't bring Ronan here. If they had fixed this themselves, Ronan would not have to endure the whispers of their fellow students. Ronan nodded his head, and they backed away, out of the room slowly and eventually increased their speed, trying to quickly make it to the room of requirement where they'd try and fix this mess. Ezriell hoped they'd be able to fix it themselves and not have to return to... whatever was happening in the hospital wing.
Ezra was walking a friend of his from Slytherin, Ronan, to the hospital wing. You may ask why, and the answer is because a Ravenclaw and Slytherin were trying to hex each other and cast shield charm at the same time, but unfortunately it deflected and hit Ronan. They didn't even apologize! They just kept arguing over who knows what. Luckily, Ezra was there and walked Ronan to the hospital wing.
It was horrific sight. Students whispered and laughed as they walked to their next class. Poor Ronan couldn't even speak after those spells hit him. He kept glaring at the students whispering at Ronan. The aftereffects were enough, Ronan did not need to hear others laughing at him.
Soon, they reached the hospital wing. They heard talking from within the room. The two entered the hospital wing, immediately regretting their decision. Well, at least Ezra did. They froze, unwillingly listening to what was going on. The pair witnessed the one-sided argument between the father and his son, and another student walking in.
"...Do you want to leave and try to fix this ourselves?"
Ezriell says quietly to Ronan, backing up a little. He wished he didn't bring Ronan here. If they had fixed this themselves, Ronan would not have to endure the whispers of their fellow students. Ronan nodded his head, and they backed away, out of the room slowly and eventually increased their speed, trying to quickly make it to the room of requirement where they'd try and fix this mess. Ezriell hoped they'd be able to fix it themselves and not have to return to... whatever was happening in the hospital wing.
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20 Mar 2025, 22:21
Never Say Dad.
Octavius looked over his dwarf of a son to the noise of the cough and saw a familiar girl. "Elisa." He said, curious. "Are you.. hurt?" It was a bit intriguing to him in all honesty. Unless someone actually wanted to hang out with him, they would not go to see him willingly. This must be a special case. This girl had to be sick maybe. "Do you need some pepperup potion?"
Ah, she probably was not sick. Anyways, he would go ahead and just thank her. No one had to get him flowers, or gifts, or anything, so it's really sweet to know that someone cares. Unlike Clark. Apparently the boy wanted him gone, far away from his life.
Well, if someone cared... "Elisa, how is your.. er.. what is Prat to you? He's still in a lot of trouble with me, and you know why. I need to talk to him, hopefully without anyone else's intervention because I couldn't even have him stand in the corner for hurting Clark." He quickly moved on, "Um, what have you been up to? Any good grades so far? No lying?"
He turned his head back towards Clark, burrowing his brows and attempting to put on a stern look.
He also saw another boy and was curious, but he wasn't going to intervene unless the boy actually had something to say.
No, maybe he should intervene. He yelled over to him. "Hey dude, what's wrong?"
Ah, she probably was not sick. Anyways, he would go ahead and just thank her. No one had to get him flowers, or gifts, or anything, so it's really sweet to know that someone cares. Unlike Clark. Apparently the boy wanted him gone, far away from his life.
Well, if someone cared... "Elisa, how is your.. er.. what is Prat to you? He's still in a lot of trouble with me, and you know why. I need to talk to him, hopefully without anyone else's intervention because I couldn't even have him stand in the corner for hurting Clark." He quickly moved on, "Um, what have you been up to? Any good grades so far? No lying?"
He turned his head back towards Clark, burrowing his brows and attempting to put on a stern look.
He also saw another boy and was curious, but he wasn't going to intervene unless the boy actually had something to say.
No, maybe he should intervene. He yelled over to him. "Hey dude, what's wrong?"
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20 Mar 2025, 22:34
Never Say Dad.
Clark's face turned red as his veins practically became visible. "Dad. GET THE HELL OUT." He smiled grimly, almost psychopathically, "Let me reiterate. LEAVE."
He sure as hell did not want his pathetic father around. Last time, he got in a bucket-load of trouble and he was doing fine already this semester thus far not getting thrown into detention every other hour.
He heard the address to Elisa and this only made his nose flare as he turned to face the girl with his left eye twitching. "Elisa. Leave us alone. Dad's just on his way." He turned back, snapping his head as he practically turned his head 45 degrees quickly. "Aren't you?" He said, the grin plastered on his face.
He would ignore his father and Elisa for a brief moment as he saw the boy walk in. "What the hell are you doing in here?" He said, the tone in his voice emphasizing disgust and rejection. Sure, Clark was being downright rude, but Clark would want to say that it's all his father's fault for not getting away from his own private life, such as being able to blow up a toilet if he wanted to without an increased chance of being busted.
He sure as hell did not want his pathetic father around. Last time, he got in a bucket-load of trouble and he was doing fine already this semester thus far not getting thrown into detention every other hour.
He heard the address to Elisa and this only made his nose flare as he turned to face the girl with his left eye twitching. "Elisa. Leave us alone. Dad's just on his way." He turned back, snapping his head as he practically turned his head 45 degrees quickly. "Aren't you?" He said, the grin plastered on his face.
He would ignore his father and Elisa for a brief moment as he saw the boy walk in. "What the hell are you doing in here?" He said, the tone in his voice emphasizing disgust and rejection. Sure, Clark was being downright rude, but Clark would want to say that it's all his father's fault for not getting away from his own private life, such as being able to blow up a toilet if he wanted to without an increased chance of being busted.
| You've gotta break some eggs to make an omlette, something something. |