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PostSubject: Dark Arts Lesson One (Sixth Years)   Dark Arts Lesson One (Sixth Years) EmptyMon Apr 09, 2012 1:51 am

Dear Lord. Strike me down so I do not commit thy sin. Was Ajax's inner thoughts, while on the outside, he was as calm a sleeping cucumber. Literally... sleeping. It wasn't his fault, after rushing from the third floor all the way to his first floor office, then to his classroom, only to find no one there... was annoying to say the least. Well... there were some people, but they were as tired as he was, and they didn't even have to teach two different classes.

His pout grew somewhat.

Why did all the younger have all the good luck. They only had to worry about growing hormones, dating, classes, the school's reputation, their family... okay. Maybe not all the good luck. But they had the ones he wanted. While waiting, Sam stood off to the side, staring at his owner with devious and intelligent eyes.

The Idiot had not fed him yet, and the fox was getting hungry. So- he wanted for his owner to fall asleep before pouncing, unsheathing sharp claws and fangs onto the resting man. "Ah!" Ajax did not shriek, he yelled very manly like. Ahem. "Sam! Gettoff!" The fox ignored his owner's pleas as he dug teeth into the offending hand, finally making a point. "Okay okay! I'm sorry I forgot to feed you! Now please! Get off!"

Sam grinned in canine pleasure, leaping off the flailing man with a sense of accomplishment growing in its small chest. "Murff." He purred, waiting for his food, which came just a second later- a bowl appearing before several dead rabbits laid their corpses for an eternal sleep. "Happy?" Ajax grumbled, glaring at his so called Familiar. The fox had a nerve to yip at him in good cheer.

"Hmph." And their little argument ended just as some more people entered the class, the sleepers being awoken by the ruckus Sam and him had caused. Their eyes on him, Ajax just coughed sheepishly, avoiding eye contact with the whole lot of them. "Cough."


Don't look now. It's Sam...
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