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"Uh-oh-!" muttered Lampwick in response to Pinocchio's nervous gulp. "Looks like you're in for it, Slats, -just like Ol' Greasy Git Dungeon-Bat and Bespectacled-Green-Eyes; *YEOWCH, Alice*!"
Said blonde and blue-eyed petite Ravenclaw girl had thumped her right palm against the back of 'Lampy's' fiery-red head, ignoring the Gryffindor boy's hurt pout while he rubbed at the now-sore spot. "Just go on ahead and see what Professor Cricket wants or needs of you, Pinocchio," she said kindly yet resolutely, giving him a thumbs-up sign in encouragement before taking Lampwick by the wrist with her 'free' hand and leading him away from the History classroom as she sharply lectured, "THAT is *EXCEEDINGLY* *rude* to say about Professor Snape, NEVER *mind* that he *IS/CAN BE* not a little crotchety...!!"
Pinocchio swallowed hard and clutched the strap of his shoulder-bag as though in defense against would-be sharp/harsh words as he slowly yet quickly made his way to Professor Cricket's desk. WHAT *in MERLIN* could he possibly want or need of him right now?? Had he done or said something wrong in class, and Professor Cricket had just not wanted to take points off his House or give him detention in front of the rest of his students?
He waited in utmost suspense for two minutes until Professor Cricket looked up from the open 'History of Magic' textbook on his desk and into Pinocchio's eyes. Then he said in his semi-high-pitched musical voice to the twelve-years-younger male, "...Pinocchio Caspari, before you came into what is now *MY classroom* and no longer Cuthbert Binns', I thought that due to your being the grandson of manipulative old coot Headmaster *WAY*-TOO-*Many*-Names Dumbledore, you were one way or another going to cause problems. -I'm *VERY* PLEASED (*VERY pleased*) to see that I was -AND *AM*- *wrong* in *THAT regard*."
Pinocchio didn't really know what to make of this, but he stammered out with slightly red cheeks, "I- I- I'm... *I'M ~very glad~* that- that you were ...proven *NOT* RIGHT about me, d-despite my grandparentage on my father's side."
Oh, he should NOT *go FURTHER red in the face* at the sound of Professor Cricket's light, genuine laugh that goes up like three notes on a musical scale; and/or have *his HEART* SKIP A BEAT *then beat double-time to make up for it*-!! He's PINOCCHIO'S *teacher*! (-And said teacher *being MALE* as well has NOTHING *whatsoever* to do with his internal conflict...!)
Either Jiminy (*NO*- *Professor Cricket*) didn't notice the different kind of blush reddening Pinocchio's cheeks, or he *didn't CARE/MIND*, but it was STILL a *BIG* *relief* to be kindly told that he could go on to his next class. Pinocchio BOLTED out of there, *JUST* *barely* making it in time for Potions class (that year taught by *Professor HORACE SLUGHORN* while Professor Snape taught Defense Against the Dark Arts).
-His relief didn't last long, though, because when he was asked to describe which certain three scents he could discern in the Aromentia potion, his answer was mint-touched brownies (his favorite dessert), wood shavings (his Father), ...and the slightly spicy scent that aloud he said he COULDN'T *really* put a name to, but KNEW *VERY well* *deep down* that he was smelling Professor Jiminy Cricket's basil/cedar aftershave.
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Pinocchio yelped as he tumbled head-over-heels down the steep snowy hill as a result of being pushed away from 'Reindeer Games' by Lampwick, tears trickling down his rosy cheeks/dripping off of his 'red as a beet, twice as big, twice as bright' nose from his big blue orbs for eyes when his now-former playmates' jeering, nasty laughter about the latter rang in his ears- *even* ALICE'S. And THAT *HURT*. Not to mention that SANTA had berated his father Geppetto about *being ASHAMED of himself*, and saying almost disgustedly about his 'Little Wooden-Head' that "He had a NICE *take-off*, too!"
Now, all because of his RED, *elongated-button*, *GLOWING* nose, Pinocchio Edward Caspari would no longer be allowed to join in any 'Reindeer Games'- let alone have the VERY *smallest* chance of becoming a Flyer to help pull Santa Claus' sleigh. And that pretty blonde-haired, blue-eyed doe Alice who had nuzzled him and said not only was he 'cute', but had also taken up his offer to walk home with him, LAUGHED and *called him names* like all of the other reindeer when the true nature of his nose was accidentally revealed during a happy play-fight with Lampwick!
When Pinocchio finally came to a stop a little aways from the bottom of the hill, he sniffled and futilely wiped at his eyes as he shakily stood up; not because he was cold (turning into a reindeer part of the time as well being born up at the North Pole meant he was used to/fine with the temperature), but because he was sad, hurt, and lonely. His Father loved him NO *matter* *WHAT*, it was true, -but Pinocchio dearly wanted a friend *OUTSIDE the family*. He'd thought previously that he'd found one in Lampwick and Alice- *to THAT*, he NOW said '*HA*-!!'
He tried singing his Father's song "There's Always Tomorrow" to himself in an attempt to cheer himself up *at LEAST* *somewhat*, ...but it didn't work as it had other occasions. This time, Geppetto's 'Little Wooden-Head' couldn't bring himself to "have courage, and be kind". He huddled up by a Christmas tree and buried his face (his HATED- no, *LOATHED* *UN-natural* *nose*) into his small white-gloved hands as he burst into heartbroken tears.
"-*Oh, my GOODNESS*...!!" exclaimed a gentle, kind, quiet, semi-high-pitched musical voice in mingled sympathy and worry- not that Pinocchio -even with his keen partial-reindeer hearing- heard it. The owner of the voice slowly yet quickly edged over to where the crying partial-reindeer was huddlingly crouched, gently reaching out a snowy gloved hand towards the younger male so as to comfortingly stroke his silken-soft raven-black hair.
Unfortunately, the elder personage never managed to give more than one gentle caress before Pinocchio, suddenly sensing that he was no longer alone, jerked up with a frightened choked-out whimper of a gasp. Large sky-blue orbs for eyes fringed with long tassels of lashes blown wider than normal from shocked fright met with and locked onto a empathetically-sympathetic, kind, concerned gaze of a color Pinocchio had *NEVER* seen *before* where EYES were concerned- a deep, dark shade of violet, standing out strikingly against the LITERALLY *snowy* background that was *his FACE* from under the brim of a periwinkle-blue top hat with a yellow band.
-The partial-reindeer and enchanted snowman soon got ANOTHER *MUTUAL shock*, however, when an auburn-haired, green-eyed, spindly-thin, copiously freckled elf with *ROUND ears* and dressed in the green-and-brown garments of a *NON-elf* popped up from a hole in the ground under the snow with a semi-adenodial, "-*Oh*! Is THIS *YOUR snowbank*? If so, I'm *VERY* *sorry*, and *I'll MOVE* RIGHT AWAY!"
~"*No*,"~ replied the other two males, Pinocchio now sounding somewhat stuffy from crying.
"*WHO're* *you*??" queried the enchanted snowman of the spindly-thin, freckled elf with longish dark auburn hair, forest-green eyes, and *ROUND ears*.
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