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A Hero in Disguise  PV Moffy 

20th December | 4:30pm
The young Gryffindor left the castles save walls, stepping into the cold breeze that was outside. The wind was pulling at his hairs, that by now already reached his nose. The hood of his robe was pulled over his face to protect his face from the flakes of snow that were dancing through the air, melting when they made contact with his face or the glove-less hands. Alan's teeth clattered slightly but he was destined to get to his future professor. He had told him that he would stop bothering him now or well he never said that, he just said that he never wanted to be a bother for him. His robes were pulled tightly around his thin frame, blocking out most of the cold that tried to reach through the fabric, trying to reach the boy so that he would freeze.

He looked through the snow ahead to the office that he could hardly make out in the fog that appeared in front of his face whenever his warm breath would hit the cold air around him; a spectacle that would usually amaze the young boy, making him happy; however now it was more difficult to see where he wanted to walk to. Not that far away from the man's door he could make out s group of people who looked rather tall. If they were not like that tall first year Hugh than they must be students from upper years, which made Alan nervous. He was not comfortable around older students and when they noticed him it got even worse.

One guy around 6 foot tall would bump his elbow against one of the two other guys and nod his head into Alan's direction. All three of them would then face into Alan's direction whispering something while Alan tried to continue his path without paying much attention to them. He would just put as much distance between them as it was possible for him, but before he realized that they noticed him, they were already close to him. Alan looked at them in surprise and worry, clutching his robe closely, hiding something small beneath it.

”Who do we have here~” One of the sneered at the younger Gryffindor who looked up at them, confused as why they would talk to him. Before he could voice his thoughts the three guys began laughing, sounding surprisingly a lot like hyenas. They cut off his way and towered over him, making him shrink back a bit, glancing around nervously. What did they want?

”Ye were that kid that crashed in our class, ain't ya?” another of the three asked even though they clearly weren't waiting for a reply from his side, so Alan just continued to look for an escape as his eyes hushed around in order to find some path to just flee into Griffith's office. They must be people from that class he accidentally walked in on. ”We ar’ talkin’ to ya, don't ya wanna talk back? Feelin’ all high ‘n’ mighty?” The boy speaking got a bit closer, throwing a shadow over the young Gryffindor as he gave him a small shove making Alan stumble backwards.

”N-no… Just- I have to g-go” he mumbled with a slight stutter, which only made them laugh more. ”No? Are you lying now? What's your name, eh? One of those purebreds who think they are better?” They would cackle at him and Alan just tried to take a step away, but one of them grabbed his arm in a painfully tight grip and would shove him.

Alan not finding his balance would fall, scraping his knees and palms open. Even when he tried to get up they would just shove him back down again, making the young boy hiss in pain as tears began to pool in his eyes.

”Look at him, crying now-”

*Alan*
Your energy introduces you before you even open your Mouth
Sta: 14 | Ag: 12 | Str: 3 | Con: 6

A Hero in Disguise  PV Moffy 

Who was he, even? He was a jerk who was too lazy to bother being nice to anyone. A mean man with a boring history of couch surfing and movie watching that had somehow gotten a job he didn't deserve. That was who he had to be, and it was who he was. Simple, easy. He had retrieved food from kitchens, and was heading back to the stables when he saw the little Vanes boy being bullied. Not just being bullied, but by thugs that couldn't even come up with a good insult.

Feeling all high and mighty? Really? Look at him cry? It was disgraceful. What second-rate bullies would be this unimaginative? If anything he should put them all in detention for horrible use of bad antagonist cliches. But despite the fact that he was feeling as if he was a bad extra in a even worse cartoon.

And the young Mr. Vanes wasn't exactly being brave as a lion. Not even a single good insult hurled with way and already in tears. Still, it was a school. There shouldn't be bullying this obvious, this out in the open. Couldn't they have the decency to do it in a dark corridor? If anything, they deserved to get in trouble. Although it did seem a bit harsh to punish kids for just shoving some kid around.

The professor walked up, stopping behind the bullies, and looked at the little boy on the ground.

“Given 2 years, deep thought, and the sum total of every recourse ever conceived by science fiction itself, I would still not be able to McGyver a spell to get any of you people the brains required to actually come up with a decent insult.

And you, Mr. Vanes. You need to stop skipping leg day. Now head back to gryffindor tower, and clean yourself up. Hold yourself high. Dust yourself off and keep moving. If you start being all emo over this I'll smack you upside the face.”


Griffith turned, and started to walk off. Slow enough to make sure the bullies actually did leave. If they didn't, he'd actually dole out punishment. But as it stood, there wasn't much chance of that. And besides, he didn't want to be out in the grounds any longer than he had to be.

“Evil isn’t the real threat to the world. Stupid is just as destructive as Evil, maybe more so, and it’s a hell of a lot more common. What we really need is a crusade against Stupid. That might actually make a difference.”

A Hero in Disguise  PV Moffy 

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Alan could feel the upper years freeze over and soon was met with a sight that explained exactly why. It was no other than Moffy and he did not look happy with what he was seeing there. Whether because they were in his way or whatever other reason he had to be in thi mood... maybe even because he did not like seeing kids being shoved around? Alan knows that the man must have a kind heart. Everyone had a kind spot in the young boy's naive mind, but Alan could see it clearly in Moffy. People with the meanest attitude usually have a lot to hide, you learn that in many stories and his mother used to tell him that. People get gruff because they worry and Grifith loved his creatures.

Relief flooded his senses and even though Griffith did not say much, instead he just threw around a few insults and harsh words, Alan stared at him as if he was someone he could respect. Well respect in the way Alan respects people! The few guys who had their fun shoving him around mere seconds ago, quickly distanced themselves, muttering insults behind their back, but Alan could not care less in that moment. The tears that welled up in his eyes were quickly wiped away as he gave a nod, even though Griffith had long turned his back towards the young boy.

Before he could move away, his senses kicked in and he messily pushed himself of the ground, running after Griffith. Without thinking much, he grabbed him by the sleeve and gave him a teary grin. ”I won't disappoint you, Sir!”, he said honestly before shoving a card into his hand, a chocolate frog card. He mock saluted before running of towards the castle. But once again he stopped mid-way, turned around and was glad to see him in hearing-range, because before he run back to the castle he raised his hands to his mouth and shouted a last thing for the professor to hear.

”And I remember telling you that I am far from being emo, in that owl, MOFFY!~"

*Alan*
Your energy introduces you before you even open your Mouth
Sta: 14 | Ag: 12 | Str: 3 | Con: 6