There's no escaping the clutches of Professor Bonnefoy.
WHO: A skiving Slytherin and the Potions professor
WHEN: October 21st, lunch time
WHERE: From the Great Hall to somewhere not the Great Hall..?
WHAT: Zhi gets caught being a delinquent for the third time this week.
The bell had just rung. From all over Hogwarts, students were beginning to pour out from their classes in the rush for, in most cases, a well-deserved lunch.
Except, perhaps, for Zhi, who had spent his time everywhere in school aside from the class he was supposed to be in. It just so happened to be his worst and least favourite subject- namely Potions, taught by the infamous Professor Bonnefoy.
Zhi hated the class for a number of reasons. For one, he could never get his potions to turn out the right way. They were prone to doing things completely different from what they were intended to, or spilling over, or even mysteriously disappearing from the cauldron all together. Alternatively, they were more often than not prone to exploding. For Zhi, this was an even bigger incentive to mess up more often, and it was fast getting to the point where people couldn't decide whether his in-class explosions were accidental or intentional. Professor Bonnefoy, as one could imagine, didn't quite enjoy his presence in class very much, but of course, the feeling was mutual. Zhi had heard all the rumours: tales of altered love potions, dubious one-on-one "tutoring sessions" as well as everything else, and they did little to aid his dislike of the class and its teacher.
That was why he had decided to skive Potions for what definitely wasn't the first time, especially considering the physical state he still was in after a certain incident in the library, because 天啊, what if the professor decided to accompany him alone to the hospital wing or something. Then there was the whole thing with the posters involving an English Slytherin prefect, which lessened his already non-existent desire to be around the professor, if that was even possible.
So far, his attempt at playing truant had gone well, and no one had yet managed to catch him. He'd come up with some excuse for the professor next Potions class, or rather, the next Potions class he felt like attending. For a moment Zhi wondered if maybe this was becoming too frequent of an occurrence. Frankly, though, he didn't give a damn. The crowd of students on their way to lunch finally passed by the column he was was ducking out of sight behind, and he slipped out unoticeably to join their ranks. He figured the Great Hall would be safe. After all, amidst the numerous tables, there was little chance for the Potions professor to single him out as he passed by, right?
Wrong.
WHEN: October 21st, lunch time
WHERE: From the Great Hall to somewhere not the Great Hall..?
WHAT: Zhi gets caught being a delinquent for the third time this week.
The bell had just rung. From all over Hogwarts, students were beginning to pour out from their classes in the rush for, in most cases, a well-deserved lunch.
Except, perhaps, for Zhi, who had spent his time everywhere in school aside from the class he was supposed to be in. It just so happened to be his worst and least favourite subject- namely Potions, taught by the infamous Professor Bonnefoy.
Zhi hated the class for a number of reasons. For one, he could never get his potions to turn out the right way. They were prone to doing things completely different from what they were intended to, or spilling over, or even mysteriously disappearing from the cauldron all together. Alternatively, they were more often than not prone to exploding. For Zhi, this was an even bigger incentive to mess up more often, and it was fast getting to the point where people couldn't decide whether his in-class explosions were accidental or intentional. Professor Bonnefoy, as one could imagine, didn't quite enjoy his presence in class very much, but of course, the feeling was mutual. Zhi had heard all the rumours: tales of altered love potions, dubious one-on-one "tutoring sessions" as well as everything else, and they did little to aid his dislike of the class and its teacher.
That was why he had decided to skive Potions for what definitely wasn't the first time, especially considering the physical state he still was in after a certain incident in the library, because 天啊, what if the professor decided to accompany him alone to the hospital wing or something. Then there was the whole thing with the posters involving an English Slytherin prefect, which lessened his already non-existent desire to be around the professor, if that was even possible.
So far, his attempt at playing truant had gone well, and no one had yet managed to catch him. He'd come up with some excuse for the professor next Potions class, or rather, the next Potions class he felt like attending. For a moment Zhi wondered if maybe this was becoming too frequent of an occurrence. Frankly, though, he didn't give a damn. The crowd of students on their way to lunch finally passed by the column he was was ducking out of sight behind, and he slipped out unoticeably to join their ranks. He figured the Great Hall would be safe. After all, amidst the numerous tables, there was little chance for the Potions professor to single him out as he passed by, right?
Wrong.