Brusha Brusha Brusha (Sept 4)
Jul 10, 2018 23:33:14 GMT -6
Post by Snick on Jul 10, 2018 23:33:14 GMT -6
Pratt charmed several toothbrushes to scrub the auditorium floor, then sprawled out on the stage as the brushes did his dirty work. Where he got the toothbrushes, he wouldn't tell. None came from the lighthouse or any kind of school supply. Yawning, he linked his fingers behind his head and stared up at the stage lights, wires, and things far above him. He was aware that he was supposed to be doing it by hand with just one oral health device. Perhaps when the other guys arrived, he would do things the honest way.
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Lorccan had considered skipping this detention but decided getting a second detention first day of class probably wasn't a good idea. Besides, too many detentions and his father will get a letter and that would not bold well for him. Last thing he needed to to receive another Howler in the middle of breakfast like he had a few times last year. No, he didn't need to hear his father's faint Irish accent bellowing at the top of his lungs. Not that a Howler did it justice, his father was far louder in person.
Sauntering into the Auditorium, having ditched his school uniform for something more comfortable, he noticed Pratt already here and doing exactly what he intended to do to ease the trouble of cleaning. Smirking he tossed his own toothbrush onto the floor and hit it with an Engorgio charm.
"It would be much faster if you enlarged them." Lorccan observed, wiggling his wand to enchant the toothbrush, now large enough to clean dragon teeth. Seconds later it began to busily clean the floor in another area from where Pratt's brushes were.
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"Dude! Excellent idea," Pratt sat up with ease and crossed his legs Indian-style. "Except Miss Buskirk's standing right behind you."
He pointed, biting his bottom lip.
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Lorccan doubted she was, then again he didn't really care. Miss Buzzkill didn't say in the note magic could not be used, just that they had to use toothbrushes. He was using a toothbrush, not his fault she wasn't specific in her instructions.
Unfortunately he was paranoid enough to decide it wouldn't hurt to glance over his shoulder just in case she was standing there watching. Shrugging he turned and looked behind him, expecting to see nothing and hear Pratt laugh at being gullible. He can always get back at him for it later.
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"Made ya look," he chuckled and pulled out his wand and set about making his little team of toothbrushes larger. It wasn't much of a prank, but he was sure his girlfriend wouldn't appreciate it if he sicced the toothbrushes on Lorccan's shoes or something worse. Thinking of Siobhan made his ears warm. It also distracted him and one of his engorgement spells hit one of the seats.
"Shit," he jumped up, but before he could return the chair to regular size, another voice called out "Language, Phrixos. Reducio!"
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The seat shrank to normal size and Miss Buskirk strolled down the aisle. "Very clever," she said of the automated, large toothbrushes. "But I would prefer you do it de old fashioned way, please."
With a wave of her wand, she halted the motions of the brushes, then shrank them. Possibly a smidgen smaller than they were supposed to be. Serves them right, taking the easy way out. Misty crossed their names off her list, then crossed her arms. Hopefully, Zot would arrive soon, so she could mark that he served his detention and be on her merry little way.
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"Yeah so you did....' Lorccan began then took a double take when Miss Buskirk actually did show up. "Well, speak of the devil." He muttered.
"The old fashioned way wouldn't be using toothbrushes... huge mops and buckets I expect." Like your hair. "Don't think toothbrushes been around all that long."
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"Late fifteenth century," he said, huffing as he stood and jumped off the stage to retrieve just one of his ill-gained items. "Toothbrushes."
It was a useless bit of trivia he'd learned from his former friends in Future Business Leaders. One of them just happened to be trying to develop magical toothbrushes. Self-pasting, self-cleaning, auto-brushing, and such. They never really caught on. Didn't help that often times they brushed too hard and occasionally chipped a tooth. A lot of business was created for dentists, however.
Getting on his hands and knees, he dipped the brush into the bucket of cleaner and started scrubbing with a heavy sigh. At least they only had to be here for an hour.
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Lorccan shrugged. He didn't think Buzkill was that old. With her hanging around however, he couldn't just recast an engorgio and resume letting the toothbrush do all the work. Now where was his roommate? Lorccan certainly didn't want to do his share.
Walking over to where he had his toothbrush cleaning, at least it did do a fair patch of floor before Buzzkill ruined everything, he knelt down and started scrubbing, mostly just moving the brush in wide arcs, not caring if he missed spots. Stupid to get a detention for doing absolutely nothing. Its not like he skipped class.
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The twitchy lad scurried into the auditorium, a new toothbrush in hand. His ears were stained pink with his embarrassment with being late. "Sorry Miss Buskirk. Was at the Nurse's office," he said quietly before he set his backpack on a nearby chair. He immediately went and procured a bucket of cleaning solution and moved over away from the other boys.
He set the bucket down on the floor, and after dipping his toothbrush into the bucket knelt down on the floor. Zot began quietly scrubbing the floor, for once his twitch aiding him in a way by allowing him to dig a little deeper.
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"It's alright, Zoticus," Miss Buskirk marked him off the list. "Now, I will leave you t'ree t' your work."
That said, she left. Misty trusted they would not cut corners again. Perhaps she would drop in again in a little while to check.
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Lorccan jumped to his feet and headed for the door of the auditorium, making sure Miss Buskirk actually did leave. Smirking he sauntered back into the auditorium again and cast the enlargement charm on his brush and animated it again.
"Glad you could make it Zot, was getting worried you would miss all the fun." Lorccan offered, plopping down on a chair, wand out lazily directing his enlarged toothbrush about the floor in wide careless circles. "So what did you two do to get detention in that Dance committee meeting? Tell Buzzkill to shove it or something?"
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Pratt watched Lorccan, shaking his head. He'd gotten away with it once, he wasn't about to tempt fate. "Close," he said, scrubbing away. "I basically told Elizabeta to get Makepeace's dick out of her mouth then left. She was being her usual mudpout, hose beast self."
He paused, looking to Zot to find out what he had done. Surely Miss Buskirk didn't punish him for his uncontrollable outburst.
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Lorccan had considered skipping this detention but decided getting a second detention first day of class probably wasn't a good idea. Besides, too many detentions and his father will get a letter and that would not bold well for him. Last thing he needed to to receive another Howler in the middle of breakfast like he had a few times last year. No, he didn't need to hear his father's faint Irish accent bellowing at the top of his lungs. Not that a Howler did it justice, his father was far louder in person.
Sauntering into the Auditorium, having ditched his school uniform for something more comfortable, he noticed Pratt already here and doing exactly what he intended to do to ease the trouble of cleaning. Smirking he tossed his own toothbrush onto the floor and hit it with an Engorgio charm.
"It would be much faster if you enlarged them." Lorccan observed, wiggling his wand to enchant the toothbrush, now large enough to clean dragon teeth. Seconds later it began to busily clean the floor in another area from where Pratt's brushes were.
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"Dude! Excellent idea," Pratt sat up with ease and crossed his legs Indian-style. "Except Miss Buskirk's standing right behind you."
He pointed, biting his bottom lip.
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Lorccan doubted she was, then again he didn't really care. Miss Buzzkill didn't say in the note magic could not be used, just that they had to use toothbrushes. He was using a toothbrush, not his fault she wasn't specific in her instructions.
Unfortunately he was paranoid enough to decide it wouldn't hurt to glance over his shoulder just in case she was standing there watching. Shrugging he turned and looked behind him, expecting to see nothing and hear Pratt laugh at being gullible. He can always get back at him for it later.
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"Made ya look," he chuckled and pulled out his wand and set about making his little team of toothbrushes larger. It wasn't much of a prank, but he was sure his girlfriend wouldn't appreciate it if he sicced the toothbrushes on Lorccan's shoes or something worse. Thinking of Siobhan made his ears warm. It also distracted him and one of his engorgement spells hit one of the seats.
"Shit," he jumped up, but before he could return the chair to regular size, another voice called out "Language, Phrixos. Reducio!"
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The seat shrank to normal size and Miss Buskirk strolled down the aisle. "Very clever," she said of the automated, large toothbrushes. "But I would prefer you do it de old fashioned way, please."
With a wave of her wand, she halted the motions of the brushes, then shrank them. Possibly a smidgen smaller than they were supposed to be. Serves them right, taking the easy way out. Misty crossed their names off her list, then crossed her arms. Hopefully, Zot would arrive soon, so she could mark that he served his detention and be on her merry little way.
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"Yeah so you did....' Lorccan began then took a double take when Miss Buskirk actually did show up. "Well, speak of the devil." He muttered.
"The old fashioned way wouldn't be using toothbrushes... huge mops and buckets I expect." Like your hair. "Don't think toothbrushes been around all that long."
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"Late fifteenth century," he said, huffing as he stood and jumped off the stage to retrieve just one of his ill-gained items. "Toothbrushes."
It was a useless bit of trivia he'd learned from his former friends in Future Business Leaders. One of them just happened to be trying to develop magical toothbrushes. Self-pasting, self-cleaning, auto-brushing, and such. They never really caught on. Didn't help that often times they brushed too hard and occasionally chipped a tooth. A lot of business was created for dentists, however.
Getting on his hands and knees, he dipped the brush into the bucket of cleaner and started scrubbing with a heavy sigh. At least they only had to be here for an hour.
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Lorccan shrugged. He didn't think Buzkill was that old. With her hanging around however, he couldn't just recast an engorgio and resume letting the toothbrush do all the work. Now where was his roommate? Lorccan certainly didn't want to do his share.
Walking over to where he had his toothbrush cleaning, at least it did do a fair patch of floor before Buzzkill ruined everything, he knelt down and started scrubbing, mostly just moving the brush in wide arcs, not caring if he missed spots. Stupid to get a detention for doing absolutely nothing. Its not like he skipped class.
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The twitchy lad scurried into the auditorium, a new toothbrush in hand. His ears were stained pink with his embarrassment with being late. "Sorry Miss Buskirk. Was at the Nurse's office," he said quietly before he set his backpack on a nearby chair. He immediately went and procured a bucket of cleaning solution and moved over away from the other boys.
He set the bucket down on the floor, and after dipping his toothbrush into the bucket knelt down on the floor. Zot began quietly scrubbing the floor, for once his twitch aiding him in a way by allowing him to dig a little deeper.
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"It's alright, Zoticus," Miss Buskirk marked him off the list. "Now, I will leave you t'ree t' your work."
That said, she left. Misty trusted they would not cut corners again. Perhaps she would drop in again in a little while to check.
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Lorccan jumped to his feet and headed for the door of the auditorium, making sure Miss Buskirk actually did leave. Smirking he sauntered back into the auditorium again and cast the enlargement charm on his brush and animated it again.
"Glad you could make it Zot, was getting worried you would miss all the fun." Lorccan offered, plopping down on a chair, wand out lazily directing his enlarged toothbrush about the floor in wide careless circles. "So what did you two do to get detention in that Dance committee meeting? Tell Buzzkill to shove it or something?"
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Pratt watched Lorccan, shaking his head. He'd gotten away with it once, he wasn't about to tempt fate. "Close," he said, scrubbing away. "I basically told Elizabeta to get Makepeace's dick out of her mouth then left. She was being her usual mudpout, hose beast self."
He paused, looking to Zot to find out what he had done. Surely Miss Buskirk didn't punish him for his uncontrollable outburst.
