Post by Ferris on Aug 20, 2009 12:03:13 GMT -5
Praise be that Morgan got the correct answer; Ferris hadn’t really fancied the idea of being the subject of some experiment that was the result of an erring Slytherin or whatever. Still, the unfortunate Gryffindor couldn’t help but flinch slightly at Professor Follet’s mention of ‘awful infections’. Did the man really have to emphasise the word ‘awful’? Wasn’t an infection bad enough, without it being an awful one? No matter how much the Frenchman reassured Ferris as he administered the medicine, the sandy haired lad couldn’t help but feel nervous. And how much did the Professor like his mother, anyway?
Still, as the salve was applied Ferris didn’t keel over or break out in bright blue spots. There was only the slight sting that Professor Follet had described. This was a great relief to poor Ferris, who slipped off the chair the instant that the teacher allowed him room to do so and traipsed over to a seat next to a red haired Hufflepuff student, taking great care to look where he was going this time.
“Yes, sir,” he mumbled respectfully, in answer to the Professor’s summons, flushing deep red again. Oh gods. He wanted to see him after class. Maybe the points he’d only just earned would be taken away again. Maybe the teacher wasn’t done torturing him. Dread settled somewhere in the region of his stomach, but Ferris was determined not to make things worse. He sat upright, eyes front. The perfect attentive student.
Still, as the salve was applied Ferris didn’t keel over or break out in bright blue spots. There was only the slight sting that Professor Follet had described. This was a great relief to poor Ferris, who slipped off the chair the instant that the teacher allowed him room to do so and traipsed over to a seat next to a red haired Hufflepuff student, taking great care to look where he was going this time.
“Yes, sir,” he mumbled respectfully, in answer to the Professor’s summons, flushing deep red again. Oh gods. He wanted to see him after class. Maybe the points he’d only just earned would be taken away again. Maybe the teacher wasn’t done torturing him. Dread settled somewhere in the region of his stomach, but Ferris was determined not to make things worse. He sat upright, eyes front. The perfect attentive student.