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Arson on the Orient Express
Harry’s kind approach was met with a firm grip on his collar as the girl pulled his face close to hers as the girl threatened him under her breath. Yup. She seemed about what Harry had expected. He just dully smiled as her words passed over him. Her hair looked quite well maintained and her eyes were a deep green, like looking at jade. Harry felt his cheeks flush as he looked at her, he wondered if she was still threatening him.
Her iron grip released, and Harry had to quickly catch himself or his head would have collided with hers. He stood behind her quietly as the principal made his dramatic entrance. Harry recognised him somewhat, he’d been notable a few years ago but had fallen out of the public light. He’d make sure to ask his sister later. It looked like they’d be hitting the practical exam immediately. Harry looked down apprehensively, he was still in his middle school uniform; the nice suit wasn’t made to accommodate his larger frame when he transformed.
Harry hesitantly removed his jacket and did his best to tie it around his waist, though it was rather haphazard. Maybe the girl would carry it for him, he had a few shirts but only one jacket; even if he was graduating soon it would be a shame to ruin it. On that note, the principal announced that it would be a team exercise. That was certainly an unexpected occurrence, but not an unpleasant one. Harry was in a pretty good mood after the girl declared him as part of her team already, though she still hadn’t introduced herself.
As she grabbed his hand and tugged she seemed to pause momentarily at the sight of his stump, carefully wrapped in bandages and a black sock. Harry paid it no mind but the girl had bumped into someone and declared them the 3rd member of their little group. The beetle girl didn’t seem that bothered by the angry girl's language and began going into explicit detail of the type of bug.
“No, don’t have to stop. It’s really interesting to learn about, you really know your stuff! I must say you’re quite the butterfly yourself. I’m looking forward to seeing you spread your wings in the exam,” Harry said encouragingly.
“I’m Harry, pleasure to be working with you. What’s your name?” Harry then turned back to the angry girl.
“Also my dear you were so busy threatening me you forgot to introduce yourself, if we’re going to be allies it might work better for me to know your name. Unless you want me to continue referring to you as my dear?” Harry said, slyly.
Turning his gaze across the crowd he sought out another. His eyes settled on a cute redhead a little way off, gently grabbing nameless girls hand and guiding the beetle girl with his other arm he steered them towards her. She was just as cute up close, whether or not they passed the exam today Harry wagered he’d still think on the day fondly.
“Hello there, were you in need of a group? I’m Harry and I’m single. I’ve got two contenders so far but we’re looking for a third. I have a minor regeneration quirk, perfect to take the blows aimed at lovely ladies like yourself. I’ve got something else under my sleeve but a mans gotta keep a few secrets before the second date,” Harry introduced himself.
He reached into the inner jacket pocket and removed a brass hook and firmly attached it to his stump, securing it with some straps. In this day and age, powerful prosthetics exist but while the doctors had tried many different models and designs none worked as they were intended with Harry, a simple hook was all he needed.
Trombone waifu
Her iron grip released, and Harry had to quickly catch himself or his head would have collided with hers. He stood behind her quietly as the principal made his dramatic entrance. Harry recognised him somewhat, he’d been notable a few years ago but had fallen out of the public light. He’d make sure to ask his sister later. It looked like they’d be hitting the practical exam immediately. Harry looked down apprehensively, he was still in his middle school uniform; the nice suit wasn’t made to accommodate his larger frame when he transformed.
Harry hesitantly removed his jacket and did his best to tie it around his waist, though it was rather haphazard. Maybe the girl would carry it for him, he had a few shirts but only one jacket; even if he was graduating soon it would be a shame to ruin it. On that note, the principal announced that it would be a team exercise. That was certainly an unexpected occurrence, but not an unpleasant one. Harry was in a pretty good mood after the girl declared him as part of her team already, though she still hadn’t introduced herself.
As she grabbed his hand and tugged she seemed to pause momentarily at the sight of his stump, carefully wrapped in bandages and a black sock. Harry paid it no mind but the girl had bumped into someone and declared them the 3rd member of their little group. The beetle girl didn’t seem that bothered by the angry girl's language and began going into explicit detail of the type of bug.
“No, don’t have to stop. It’s really interesting to learn about, you really know your stuff! I must say you’re quite the butterfly yourself. I’m looking forward to seeing you spread your wings in the exam,” Harry said encouragingly.
“I’m Harry, pleasure to be working with you. What’s your name?” Harry then turned back to the angry girl.
“Also my dear you were so busy threatening me you forgot to introduce yourself, if we’re going to be allies it might work better for me to know your name. Unless you want me to continue referring to you as my dear?” Harry said, slyly.
Turning his gaze across the crowd he sought out another. His eyes settled on a cute redhead a little way off, gently grabbing nameless girls hand and guiding the beetle girl with his other arm he steered them towards her. She was just as cute up close, whether or not they passed the exam today Harry wagered he’d still think on the day fondly.
“Hello there, were you in need of a group? I’m Harry and I’m single. I’ve got two contenders so far but we’re looking for a third. I have a minor regeneration quirk, perfect to take the blows aimed at lovely ladies like yourself. I’ve got something else under my sleeve but a mans gotta keep a few secrets before the second date,” Harry introduced himself.
He reached into the inner jacket pocket and removed a brass hook and firmly attached it to his stump, securing it with some straps. In this day and age, powerful prosthetics exist but while the doctors had tried many different models and designs none worked as they were intended with Harry, a simple hook was all he needed.
Trombone waifu