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| Topic Started: Mar 28 2018, 01:48 PM (2,195 Views) | |
| *Professor Monty Pendleton | Mar 28 2018, 01:48 PM Post #1 |
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Inventor • Potions Professor 1-4 Adoptive Father • Deputy Head
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[adminapproval=30535149]It was all over for Monty. His job, his career, his dignity, his friends - he was going to lose it all, and he had no-one to blame but himself. He stood numbly in the center of the entrance hall, his reason for being there long forgotten. Even his memory of the journey was hazy; one moment he had been in his office, leafing through some records and worrying about the latest deadline he'd failed to meet, the next, here. He must have been going mad. In fact, he was fairly convinced of it. Mad, or at least chronically sleep deprived, beaten by stress and made insensible with worry. It was probably the same thing. And that was without considering the guilt. He dared not count the number of lessons he had missed that month for sickness, nor the people he had let down, disappointed, or humiliated himself in front of. Was there any way he could simply disappear? Amid the blur of thoughts revolving through his head, one stood out with sickening clarity: he was going to lose his job. Yes - he could be just about certain of that. It wasn't just his position as Deputy Head in jeopardy, either; if things carried on as they had over the last three weeks, he would surely soon face a complete dismissal. Dread and horror turned his blood heavy at the thought. Teaching was his livelihood. His purpose. His everything. Without it, who was he? What would he do? What would become of him? A familiar sweat broke out on his neck. His face turned white. He felt sick, though not sick enough to move; in fact, he realised then that he could not move, for the room was tilting, swaying, sinking beneath his feet. Stars began to burst before his eyes, and though he had never fainted before, he suddenly knew that it was about to happen. Stumbling backward into the wall, he reached for something solid to hold on to, blinded by a rapidly descending curtain of darkness. He managed to lower himself into a crouch just before the darkness took hold; then, already unconscious, he completed his journey to the ground. |
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| Leda Layton | Mar 28 2018, 02:03 PM Post #2 |
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[justify]There wasn't much that bored Leda, and today was no different. Wandering up from the Dungeons after reconnecting with her best friend, they were headed towards the Great Hall for some food. Food excited her. She'd told Mervyn about everything in her life as and when it happened, and right now she was in the middle of quite an amusing tale of how she'd managed to cause a Hufflepuff to feel ultimately embarrassed when she'd admitted her feelings for someone, not fully understanding the consequences of her actions herself. On the way to the hall, she spotted Professor Pendleton outside, although Leda thought it did look a little more pale than he had last time she saw him. Perhaps he was spending too much time in the Dungeon. No doubt then she'd have to warn Olive to get out more too as she didn't want her sister to be confused for one of the ghosts. The red head looked back to her best friend, intending to complete her story when she heard a thump towards the edge of the corridor. With her head suddenly flicking around, her hands flew up over her mouth and her feet froze on the floor as she realised Professor Pendleton had just hit the floor. She really hoped she hadn't just witnessed his death. [/justify] |
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| Mervyn Strangewayes | Mar 28 2018, 02:14 PM Post #3 |
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Amoral | Friendly | Slightly Mad Dervish & Bange's Assistant
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Mervyn loved Leda's stories, and today's was no exception. He hung onto her every word as she told him what she'd gotten up to in the courtyard a little while ago, knowing that the punchline was going to be good. Not even the thought of lunch made him want her to hurry it up. They were passing through the entrance hall, however, when suddenly Leda stopped. Mervyn, who hadn't heard or seen whatever it was that had distracted the Slytherin, looked around, following her gaze to the edge of the room, where a professor lay crumpled on the ground. His mouth opened, and he glance around, wondering whether he was supposed to do something, or if somebody else would go to Professor Pendleton's aid. Mervyn certainly wasn't the best qualified to interfere, though he might have pretended to be, had he not been rooted to the spot. He held onto Leda's arm, half to keep her from walking away from him, and half because he was scared and didn't know what else to do. |
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| Analei Louw | Mar 28 2018, 03:23 PM Post #4 |
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[justify]Passing through the Entrance Hall, Analei paused for a second, not sure if she had remembered her favorite quill to write with. She was checking through her bag, realizing it wasn't there before groaning aloud. She'd have to go all the way up to her Common Room again before she could head outside. How could she have forgotten her favorite quill? You'd think that would've been the first thing she packed. Analei sighed and looked up, noticing a weird movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head and looked, just as her Potions Professor stumbled down to the ground. Analei froze to the spot, she couldn't even say anything. Pendleton had just fainted? [/justify] |
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| Emilia Manning | Mar 28 2018, 04:19 PM Post #5 |
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Sheltered | Dreamer | Piano player | Follower | Sweet | Evelyn's cousin
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Emilia was passing through the Entrance hall and smiled slightly when she spotted Analei. The girl was starting to become a friend, at least in her eyes, and she started to head in her direction. Just as she caught up to the girl, a sudden cold silence went through the people in the Entrance hall as one. Turning her head, Emilia gasped at the sight of Professor Pendleton on the ground, clearly unconscious. Her hand flew to her mouth as she stared at him. Was he hurt? He had seemed very ill during their last lesson. Panic gripped her and she felt unbidden tears come to her eyes as she feared the worst. |
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| Zennon Baros | Mar 28 2018, 04:29 PM Post #6 |
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[justify] Zennon was heading to the Great Hall for food. He was hungry. He was usually hungry when he hadn't eaten though, so it came as no great surprise to him really. He had left all of his equipment in his common room seeing as he could simply walk down there and get it after he'd eaten which was what he basically intended to do. He noticed Analei on his way and noted she seemed to be looking for something. Zennon ran up to her and grinned and was about to ask her what she had forgotten when a gasp caught his attention and he looked around for the source, noting, fearfully, that it seemed to be directed at the very not right sight in front of him. Professor Pendleton was on the ground, unmoving. This did not bode well at all. Zennon's face twisted as he stared at the sight in shock. Just what was happening at this school? [/justify] |
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| Clara Hayes | Mar 28 2018, 04:36 PM Post #7 |
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Soldier • Risk taker! • Stuffed Animal Collector • Transcriber of your fears
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[justify] Clara was having a pleasant day. The weather was good, which lifted her spirits infinitesimally, but she was never such a high spirit in the first place. She had just about gotten all the way to the door to the entrance hall when none other than Professor Pendleton collapses in the middle of the room. Clara frowned as it seemed highly inappropriate to simply fall down and not get back up. She didn't appreciate having to appear concerned in a crowd full of people, though she was so, partially if not for the fact that this could mean she has to miss a potions class. She enjoyed Monty's lessons, though she wasn't sure how often she would enjoy them if she had to worry about him dying every three seconds. Placing her bag on the ground, Clara walked up to him and stuck her foot out, to see if he responded. "Professor, are you dead?" She asked, before leaning down to check his breathing. [/justify] |
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| Falon Urie | Mar 28 2018, 04:38 PM Post #8 |
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Tomboy. Protective.
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It had been a whirlwind of a year so far, and it wasn't even close to finishing yet. Falon didn't think she'd ever had such a dramatic year before, and of course it had to happen in her last year of school. The Gryffindor missed her brother, and missed her best friend, but there was no way she could be friends with her again just yet. Falon had grabbed a piece of toast before making her way to the Quidditch pitch. Even though she wasn't on the team, she wanted to do it Professionally once she left school, so she had to keep up. As much as her parents disagreed, that was more important than her studies. As she left the Great Hall, she found a lot of young students, staring in one direction. Falon saw one student approach a slumped Professor on the ground. Her mouth opened as she dropped her toast, making her way over to him, noticing the girl nudge him with her foot. "Get out of the way!" She snarled, bending down to check on the Professor, before turning around to the stunned students, doing nothing. They might as well have their recording devices out, as helpful as they were. "Don't just stand there you half-wits! Someone go get help!" |
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| Leda Layton | Mar 28 2018, 04:51 PM Post #9 |
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[justify]Leda looked between the man on the floor and the Gryffindor who gripped her arm, unsure as to whether she should do anything. Her eyes fluttered up and around the room as the Slytherin became increasingly aware of more and more students noticing the collapsed Professor, and with most seemingly in the same boat as her and unable to make a decision on the best course of action, until one of the girls decided to kick him. Leda frowned, feeling an unusual pang of frustration on the Professors behalf, perhaps due to the recent news of their connections. "Hey!" Leda suddenly jolted, and while she tried to take a step towards the pair, she felt herself held back by her friend on her arm. Glaring at the older girl, she was a little relieved when another stepped in, apparently the second year wasn't the only one to think that had been a bad idea. Suddenly an image flashed through her mind. What if Monty was dead? She wasn't finished teasing him for his name. [/justify] |
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| *Professor Monty Pendleton | Mar 28 2018, 06:20 PM Post #10 |
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Inventor • Potions Professor 1-4 Adoptive Father • Deputy Head
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Though Monty was unconscious only for a matter of seconds, he woke slowly, confused by the pain in his shoulder, which had taken the brunt of the fall, and by the concerned figures stood over and around him. Why was he on the floor? Where was he? What was happening? Somebody, one of the girls above him, was yelling for someone to get help, though the sound was muffled in Monty's ears. The room began to spin, and he closed his eyes again, willing himself to sink through the stone. [ooc]This topic is 100% totally completely absolutely open to anything from this point hehe!! (pls join)[/ooc] |
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| Geovanna Volt | Mar 28 2018, 06:28 PM Post #11 |
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Metamorphmagus • Chaser Ambitious • Menagerie Assistant
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[justify]Geo was just about staying afloat when it came to her lessons, and even though her second semester was just as difficult as the first had been, she felt as though it was at least passing by quicker than the first. Sleepily she'd left the comfort of the Hufflepuff common room and headed downstairs for some food, barely noticing that there was a gathering of people outside the Great Hall until she was almost stood in the entrance. As her blue eyes peered around they connected with a startling sight. It was obvious that the Potions professor was in a bad shape. He'd look a bit peaky, and Geo didn't think he was sat on the floor out of comfort by the way he was crumpled. The third year looked up as one of the older students motioned for someone to get help, not that she seemed to be helping much herself. Taking a few steps further into the doorway of the hall, accidentally stepping on a piece of toast on her way, Geo did her best to raise her voice to the point that she'd be heard by the Professors that sat at their table on the other side of the room. "Hey, GUYS!" she called out nervously, before pointing down at Monty who was just out of the line of sight of those currently inside feasting. Geo couldn't help but think that at least he'd had the decency to faint nearby help, as if it had been in the Dungeons he may not have been discovered for hours. The pink haired student turned to face Monty once again, knowing that this situation was a little out of their control, a frown of worry appearing on her face as she beckoned anyone that noticed her from the Great Hall into the hallway. [/justify] |
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| Clara Hayes | Mar 28 2018, 06:46 PM Post #12 |
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[justify] Clara frowned when she was told to move out of the way, she didn't appreciate people touching her for a start and she didn't like people telling her what to do either only her father was allowed to . This Clod-Hopper was moving about like she owned the place and Clara didn't like it. Not one bit. She rolled her eyes and moved away from the body of her professor. This school was certainly seeing more excitement in a couple of days than it had in the time she'd been there previously. "S*lope, tu me gonfles." She muttered under her breath. It was directed at the gryffidnor, but she didn't care who heard. [/justify] |
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| Sapphire Michaels | Mar 28 2018, 07:46 PM Post #13 |
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Snarky - Overly Protective - Clever - Sweet Tooth
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Sapphire wondered towards the great Hall, yawning. Her hair was wild and her eyes were half open. She had just woken up, and she needed food. It wasn't until she nearly ran into another student that she realised something was happening. She wove through the students like a shadow, only to freeze when she realized what was going on. Professor Pendleton looked like death, and for the first time in a long time genuine fear ran through her. This was the only adult that had ever acted like she had meant anything- who had looked at her and seen her. She stepped closer instinctively, but stopped. His words rang through her head. We aren't friends. She bit her lip and looked on, worried for once in her life. She wanted to rush over and make sure he was alright, but she knew he wouldn't like that. |
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| Mervyn Strangewayes | Mar 29 2018, 04:41 PM Post #14 |
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Amoral | Friendly | Slightly Mad Dervish & Bange's Assistant
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Mervyn's mouth dropped open. "That girl just kicked 'im. Did yoo see 'er kick 'im?" he asked Leda, knowing full well she already had. He'd had to hold her back from marching over there. All right, it wasn't exactly a kick, but it was still pretty rude, in Mervyn's eyes. A Hufflepuff went to the doors of the great hall then, making some weird kind of gesture to the Potions professor. Mervyn stayed where he was, paralysed by the sight. Not that he would have gone anywhere if he'd been able to move. He wouldn't have missed this for anything. |
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| Odette Harper | Mar 29 2018, 04:49 PM Post #15 |
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Manipulative | Insecure | Captain & Beater | Learning to Cope | QQS Assistant
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As Odette leftthe Great Hall, she heard someone yelling. A frown appeared no her face, immediately she looked for the attention-seeker that was trying to stand out. Somehow, seeing that the source of the yelling was Geo didn't really surprise her. That girl seemed to be everywhere. Ready to just walk on and ignore her, she paused only because she noticed the other people gathered in the entrance hall staring at one point. Her gaze followed theirs and fell upon the body of Professor Pendleton on the ground. Her eyes widened, and without thinking she pushed past some people to move over to him. A Hufflepuff from her year moved away which created some space. She looked at the older girl that was checking him, kneeling as well. "What happened to him?" She demanded, looking over at him worriedly. He had been the only adult that had shown her any kindness in a long time, if he was dying right here, she wanted to at least be able to tell him that he had helped her. But he wasn't dying, that didn't just happen out of nowhere like this. It didn't. |
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