legit_regit in nocturne_alley @ 2003-04-13 16:37:00

Current mood:	impressed
Current music:	Whatever - Goblinsmack

Man in Motion
Something quite, hmm, unexpected happened this morning at breakfast. I'm still a bit, well, surprised by it. Seamus is, by definition, a rather relaxed, charming sort of fellow and so sometimes I suppose it is easy to over look the fact that he, like anyone else, has limits. This morning we saw what happens when a nice Irish fellow is pushed beyond those limits.

The events of last night are, while rather unusual, are understandable. It was surprising to hear about Dean's aggressive outlet of aggravation concerning Boot and <../index/potterstinks.html>Malfoy</a>. Worse yet was the way in which it ended. That they should leave Dean laying there, out cold, without one word to someone in regards to the well being or care of Dean is simply astonishing. It is even, well, unacceptable, I think. Those events lead to the, hmm, justified actions of this morning.

Most of Ravenclaw was buzzing over breakfast with recounts of yesterday's dueling debacle and it's aftermath. It is worth noting that when he finally graced us with his presence, we left as much room as possible between ourselves and one Mr. Terry Boot. I was pouring a glass of juice when Lisa elbowed me. I was about to say something to her for making spill the juice when I saw Padma sitting stone still, glass half way to her lips. She wasn't the only one, most of our table was now staring at the same thing.

Walking toward our section with fiery focus was Seamus Finnigan, and he headed straight for Terry. Our eyes were all glued on Seamus as he silently took Boot by the ear and pulled him out of his seat and across the Great Hall. (I think he might have had a few beans before breakfast, if you know what I mean.)

By now everyone in the Hall was watching as Seamus dragged Terry to the Slytherin's table. Next thing you know, Seamus had yanked the sputtering <../index/potterstinks.html>Malfoy</a> up by his ear. Seamus then proceeded to smash <../index/potterstinks.html>Draco</a> and Terry's heads together with a great thud! Then he just let go and walked away. Boot and <../index/potterstinks.html>Malfoy</a> fell face first into the spotted dick, out cold. Bits of it splashed up on to some girl sitting near by and she began to complain about it rather loudly. The rest of us returned to our breakfast.

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