Hexside School's Roll of Dishonour
Part 14
A/N: Here we go, last instalment. Hope you enjoyed this so far!
Alador Blight) No, you may not take Miss Clawthorne's place as Grom Queen. Given your utter lack of regard for life, limb and basic common sense, I really don't want to find out what could possibly frighten someone like you.
Amber Sap) I am going to need a more thorough explanation of what occurred last week. 'It involved gnomes, and I think I may have started a war' does not adequately explain how you managed to level twelve acres of forest and not get eaten alive by Bat Queen for your actions.
Darius Deamonne) You should have taken your contest with Mr Blight outside before it escalated that far. Impressive though it was that you managed to summon a three-story tall Abomination, the holes it left in the ceiling are still going to need repairing.
Eberwolf Hart) I have it on good authority that you plan on wearing a suit made of spider-thread to Grom Night. I would hope that this is a redundant warning on my part, but please don't add any live spiders to your ensemble.
Edalyn Clawthorne) No, you may not take your sister's place as Grom Queen, for reasons I really feel I shouldn't have to elaborate on. Stop filling my desk drawers with owl pellets, it will do nothing to change my mind.
Flora D'splora) I assure you, the weapons we use are not valuable antiques. They are cheap antiques I buy second-hand from the Night Market.
Gilbert Park) Asking your date to go to Grom Night with you should not need to be a competition between the two of you to do so in the most elaborate manner. Take down those singing sunflowers before I turn them into mulch.
Harvey Field) Asking your date to go to Grom Night with you should not need to be a competition between the two of you to do so in the most elaborate manner. Take down those dancing trees before they break another window.
Hettie Cutburn) Should Miss Clawthorne suffer injury on the night, our on-site healers will take care of her. You don't need to set up an operating theatre in the cafeteria ahead of time.
Katya Meow) Your request to theme the dance around 'Happy Veggies' is denied. Take down those garlic streamers, the hall stinks.
Lilith Clawthorne) You are permitted to use any means you wish to battle Grom, provided you don't attempt to smuggle your sister into the arena. Or Mx Whispers. Or Mr Blight. Especially him.
Morton Law) Mr See has been reprimanded for his actions, but until the effects wear off, you are to steer clear of all water sources while you go about your day.
Odalia Omen) You were not 'possessed by the spirit of a jealous lover'. Apologise to Mr Deamonne for ruining his new boots, and stop reacting to every word he says to your boyfriend with spiteful acts.
Perry Porter) Although it goes against my better judgement, I will allow you to act as commentator for the battle with Grom. If you make a single pun, I will toss you into the arena myself.
Raine Whispers) I'm not saying you lack the ability to do so, but you are still not allowed to use your Bard Magic to help with making the punch. No offence, but given your time spent with Miss Clawthorne, I just don't trust you anymore. The incident yesterday with the milk has done nothing to dispel that notion in my mind.
Steve Tholomule) What did I tell you about letting Mr Blight modify your bike?
Vitimir See) You are hereby removed from your position as President of the Potions Club, effective immediately. You are also to turn over all remaining doses of your 'Midas-Touch-but-only-for-water' potion, and are to never again even consider making it. That was not gold your partner made, it was Caesium.
Hello again folks. I'm Not Scot, and this is the end of this little compilation for the foreseeable future.
I had plenty of fun with this for a while, but I'm out of ideas now, so time to take a break and get back to my other fics. I might come back to this later on down the line, but for now, consider this fic completed.
Thanks to everyone who checked in on this while I was writing it. If you wanna check out my other stuff, please by all means come on over and have a read.
Well, that's it for now, so it's time to take my leave.
Until next time, here or elsewhere,
Not Scot.
