No one has ever accused you of being a gentleman, Constantine.
[ Calling John right the hell out, swift and immediate, followed by a scoff of disbelief. The cheeky brat only grudgingly addresses him as professor in class; here, all bets are off.
He breathes. Although, strangely, it sounds more like a growl. A lot like a growl, honestly. His shoulders do not relax, nor does any other wound up part of him, the boy giving the spell another go-- ]
Expecto Patronum!
[ --and another failure, despite an otherwise flawless casting. Not even a whisp of silver, this time. He scowls at his wand, and at John, as if he blames them both for conspiring against him. ]
Whatever. Plan B: if a Dementor comes for me, I'll punch it.
no subject
[ Calling John right the hell out, swift and immediate, followed by a scoff of disbelief. The cheeky brat only grudgingly addresses him as professor in class; here, all bets are off.
He breathes. Although, strangely, it sounds more like a growl. A lot like a growl, honestly. His shoulders do not relax, nor does any other wound up part of him, the boy giving the spell another go-- ]
Expecto Patronum!
[ --and another failure, despite an otherwise flawless casting. Not even a whisp of silver, this time. He scowls at his wand, and at John, as if he blames them both for conspiring against him. ]
Whatever. Plan B: if a Dementor comes for me, I'll punch it.