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Paul paced the length of the Music classroom restlessly, upon reaching one wall, he would turn around and retrace his steps... It wasn't as helpful or comforting as pacing around the edge of the fountain back home... But it would have to do, and he was clearly enough lost in thought that it wouldn't matter...
He felt so damn useless! Especially with the Headmaster's announcements, it all made him feel like he had no say in anything... And he hated that, he always had.
He supposed that tracked back to his deep-seated issues with authority... Or perhaps something impressed upon him by David, his oldest 'brother' was always most insecure about not knowing what was going on and having no control over it.
And of course, his own anger management issues just added to the problem... He was well aware of this, at least, he damn well better be after nearly 40 years of dealing with it!
That particular mental reminder made him pause mid-step to shake his head and laugh, it was actually quite funny...
But he still didn't know what to think of it, especially the part about searching the kid's rooms... That was downright unreasonable! ... But... It wouldn't work to just ask the Students to hand over weapons like that, they never would...
And as much as he HATED to agree to it, just locating and taking them was the only real way to do it, after all things like that shouldn't even BE at the school, it was a fucking MAGIC school, after all, not some East LA High School!
At least they'd be allowed to keep their wands... And either he or Gai could teach the students a bit about hand to hand self defense...
He grinned, looking just a little feral, and... After all... It wasn't as if they would be taking anything from him... Or from Piper for that matter... As he could just hold those sorts of things for her, and it wasn't as if they could take her claws...
... Though that reminded him, David had made the offer but gotten too busy over Christmas... Paul should soon set aside some time so he could better teach her how to use her new abilities and senses. If she got good enough, he was confident she wouldn't even need her magic as much anymore... Hell, he didn't very often... Which was good, for him at least anything but charms were a bitch to cast...
Though he growled quietly and clenched his left hand into a fist as he got to thinking about other things... Like apparently nearly killing a student, a 15 year old boy! Torturing him and letting him bleed out on the staircases before dragging his unconscious body over to shove him down the stairs, no doubt hoping to kill the poor kid... Was only punishable by a fucking MONTHS expulsion and 100 house points...
"A mother-fucking MONTH, and 100 thrice god-damned fucking 'house points'..." He grit his teeth, uncaring as he felt his sharpened nails bite deeply into the palms of his hands, drawing blood and letting it drip onto the floor.
He knew he had little room to talk, he'd done just as bad at least once in his life... But that had been back home, and the person he ripped into had nearly killed him the night before, so that was different in that respect...
And he would NEVER hurt someone so young!
Hell, back when Dwayne had been teaching here, even though they'd briefly been fucked over by the Castles magic, he nearly kicked Dwayne's ass and shoved him out to greet the sun... And that had been one of his own brothers! And Dwayne had only fed off one of the kids... He hadn't actually...
Paul shook his head, he knew he should try to force himself to stop thinking about it or else his rage would get the better of him at some point in the near future... And he couldn't and wouldn't risk that... He winced, it was bad enough that he kept fucking up and loosing it in public... It would only be so long before people started to catch on, be it by noticing his nails, that at this point were pretty much always sharpened points... If it wasn't that they might notice by the occasional time he'd slipped, letting his eye color start to shift over, or by noticing his fangs start to sharpen when he'd get royally pissed...
"I should have taken that other kid's idea and kept to it and just stayed the fuck out of the castle until it was scrubbed clean... But no, I had to play at being the pissed off 'hero'... Heh, I swear, Piper's mentality is rubbing off on me..." He murmured before sighing, then once again starting to pace. "Fucking useless... I shouldn't loose it so easily like this... And I wouldn't if... But no, gotta be the good little fucking Wizard while I'm here... And normal Wizards don't drink blood, oh no... They sure as fuck don't... And they can't smell it, practically from across the fucking castle when it's spilled in that kind of volume..." He growled again and stalked over to his desk chair, gracelessly sprawling comfortably into it, and propping his feet up on his desk.
"Days like this make me wonder what the fuck I was thinking in talking this job... I hated other Witches and Wizards as a kid, most of them are too uppity, and I fuckin' don't like most of 'em now! Shit like this happens and they all pull that 'oh, we can't do that, it would be WRONG' bullcrap, even though the clear answer would be to expel that little prick for good... Or IF we were to keep him around, let someone give him a taste of his own medicine, 'n then keep the little fucker under lock and key..." He chews on his thumb nail in irritation for a moment. "God knows they put me through enough hell when I was in school here... And I didn't even actually hurt any of my classmates... But oh no, 'That's different!' they say, 'He's just a kid and doesn't know better!' and 'You're a Dark Creature!' Yah, fuck you too... I just wish they'd let me show that little brat first hand, he thinks it's so much fun to hurt someone and bleed them out, I bet ya he wouldn't feel the same if it was his precious fucking pure blood staining the floor..."
He snarled and stood up, grabbing his jacket up from where he'd dropped it on the floor near the desk and pulling it on. "Though I s'pose it's best Dumbles doesn't want me anywhere near the little punk Slytherin... I'd probably get sick if I tried to drain him... Fucking 'precious' 'pure blood' lines are all sickeningly inbred, anyway..."He shook his head, laughing bitterly as he pulled his hair out from under his jacket... He needed to get the fuck outta here to burn off some of his excess energy and anger... But first... He snagged his Journal off the desk real quick to scribble a note to Piper...
Once he was done he would likely lock it in his desk and take off... Unless she wanted to go with him...
Once his note was scribbled, he wandered over and opened the door to the Music classroom, smirking to himself as doing so let the loud music filter out into the hallway... He licked at the small quickly healing wounds on his palm as he walked back over to his desk, leaning against it as he fiddled with his Journal a bit more...
Baby girl, I need to get the hell outta here for a few hours, so I'm going to... I need to do something before I completely loose it in the middle of the Great Hall or something stupid like that... As-is I've fucked up pretty bad the last few days...
'D ya wanna come with me? It might help out you're mood, too... 'sides, I'd enjoy the company... I miss you...
[[ooc: Private post to Piper, yes, but the Action Post part isn't... Feel free to try and complain to Paul about the music... Though if you're a student he might just tell you to leave before he gives you Detention, as yes, this would be the middle of the night. ;) Just thought ya ought ta know. XD And it's highly unlikely anyone standing outside the door would be able to hear Paul's conversation with himself as the music is painfully loud... But if they had Supernatural senses they might... :x Aside from that, this post is mostly just for my records. XD ... Mostly...]]