Jack Rodgers

Doin' the potty dance. [OPEN]

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Jacky had been too busy playing to realise that dinner was nearly over. He had already had a few unfortunate  evenings where he had been too late to dinner and then didn't get dinner. 

 

People kept telling him to just go the to the Kitchens and bug the house elves for food. But he hadn't quite figured out how to get there yet. He also didn't feel like bugging people too much. Even if they were house elves.

 

But there was also another problem brewing. He really could have done with a bathroom pit stop before he rushed here. And now as he entered the Great Hall he was doing a rather entertaining potty dance. 


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Noticing that his fellow Hufflepuff had joined a majority of the students who had been feasting for dinner; Fin stood up and waved his arms wildly to grab his attention.  "Jack, over here!" he signaled as he waved him over.  "You gotta try this pumpkin juice, It's phenomenal tonight, perfect amount of cinnamon mixed in with it" Fin said aloud while pouring the juice with a brass pitcher into an empty cup.  Just a few centimeters from overflowing, Fin grabbed onto the cup and held it outwards towards the first year while scooting to the side to create room on the bench to his left.  

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Jacky was now breaking out into a nervous sweat. It was late. A lot of older students took dinner late. They were all watching him and now he was sweating more. 

 

I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm okay.  

 

He just kept repeating to himself, willing that things would be okay. As he usually did. 

 

But as usual things were NOT okay. 

 

Gotta go pee. Gotta go pee. Gotta go pee. 

 

And now Fin was distracting him. Telling him how good the pumpkin juice today. Usually he liked pumpkin juice. Maybe he'd just have some. "Uhhhhh Fin....no I prolly shouldn't..." His face was contorted into something ugly now as he concentrated on trying not to pee. 

 

Gotta go pee.  Gotta have dinner. Gotta go pee. Gotta have dinner. Gotta go pee. Gotta have dinner.

 

He was still standing up, trying to decide what to eat. 

 

 

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"Oh, well that's okay! More for me!" he said excitedly as he flung his free arm upwards.  Knocking his plate of food which bumped his own cup of pumpkin juice and sent it toppling over on the table.  Luckily it was close to being finished, so Fin had a moment to react and scoot out of the way before it got him wet.  However, due to the unevenness of the table, the pumpkin juice had worked it's way towards the edge and began a slow drip onto the stone floor.

 

*drip...drip....drip...*

 

 Normally it would have been drowned out by the sound of peoples silverware clinking and clanking against their bowls and plates as well as conversing, but Fin's commotion caused most to stop and turn their attention towards the Hufflepuff's table.  "Whoops! uh oh, uhhh" fin said as he hesitated, unsure of what to do to clean it up.

 

*drip....drip...drip..*

 

       

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Usually, Ryan tried to avoid most Hufflepuffs. But when he entered the Great Hall for dinner that evening, a Hufflepuff who looked like he was in pain caught his attention. "Are you alright?" he asked.

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Jacky was distracted over his dinner choice by Fin.

 

Drip. 

Drip.

Drip.

 

This was agonising. 

 

Now an older Gryffindor was asking him a question "Huh?" He was dancing on the spot from side to side. 

 

"uh oh..." Now something warm and fuzzy was running down his leg, showing on his trousers and drip drip dripping on the floor. 

 

Jacky quickly turned bright red. He was widdled himself. Oh no. Oh dear. 

 

Now he didn't know what to do.

 

He just stood there and tried not to cry while his bottom lip trembled and everyone stared at him. 

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Stomach grumbling from hunger, Asha entered the Great Hall with every intention to just sit down and eat a lot of the good, tasty food that Hogwarts had. It was better than she had ever eaten before - with her dad gone on business trips she often only had PB&J and some carrots for dinner. Or the food her babysitter made which was usually hit or miss. In any case, this was all Asha had in mind until she spotted one of the Hufflepuffs in the middle of the Great Hall, with a huge wet spot on his pants which could only mean one thing.

 

The Hufflepuff boy had wet himself.

 

Unable to contain herself, Asha burst out into sudden laughter, doubling over as she did so. "I...can't...believe you did that in front of EVERYONE," she teased, her words coming in gasps as she struggled to speak due to her uncontrollable fit of giggles. "I mean, shouldn't you be potty trained by now?"

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Molly didn't typically go out of her way to be mean, unless she was provoked, but this was the immature boy who'd outright tossed aside her idea for an alternative (better) version of tag.

 

And now he wet himself. In front of the Entire Great Hall. Like a 5 year old.

 

Molly snorted, finishing up her mashed potatoes and sidling up to the scene. "How embarrassing," she drawled, in agreement with Asha. "Maybe we should buy him nappies."


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If it wasn't for attention that was  brought to her Hufflepuff yearmmate, Brigit might have ignored the whole spectacle as it occurred. 

 

"Wait, why is he all red?" She asked no one in particular. It wasn't until she left her seat for a better view did the stench hit her nostrils and she could hear what seemed to sound like a drip in a faucet.

 

It wasn't from a sink. "What's that smell? Oh, oh," Brigit couldn't help it. She felt bad for the boy but couldn't help but errupt into a fit of giggles.

 

"Maybe he forgot to put his nappies on today!" She tried to defend poor Jack, but it was hard to do.

 

At least when Brigit wet herself, it was in the comfort of her own privacy.

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Damaris had been walking to dinner when she noticed that Jack had peed his pants. She laughed. "Oh Merlin! That's hysterical!"

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Alayna wasn’t normally one to speak up on most matters. She wasn’t good with words and got nervous more often than not, but when her meal was disrupted by the scene of various others laughing and she turned to see a boy with a puddle under him… well, she couldn’t help but feel a little bad for him.

 

“…hey, leave him alone!” she exclaimed, hopping up from her seat to step up beside the poor soul. She didn’t dare look down at her feet or anywhere else for that matter. She just stood next to him, glaring at the laughing student body as her mind reeled and searched for a means to save the Hufflepuff.

 

“Um… Imean… I…”

 

Biting down on her lip, Alayna’s mind went blank for a moment before remembering that she usually had something on her person for moments like this. WHERE WERE HER DECOY DETONATORS? OR STORMS IN A JAR? Probably back in her common room.

 

Drat.

 

“…RUN HUFFLEPUFF BOY. RUN!”

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Casper had become more accustomed to ignoring the rustle and bustle of the Great Hall's many misadventures and mistakes. However, there were some things that were impossible to tune out.

 

Blue eyes tracked the current commotion to one Hufflepuff boy standing in the Great Hall. Although that wasn't what was eye-catching... it was the puddle he was standing in. It was obvious from the utter mortification on the boy's face and fellow first year's comments about nappies that the boy had peed himself. Mouth fell open before it quickly slammed shut and head shook in dismay. "Disgusting." He'd take mid-breakfast serenades or dinnertime dances over this spectacle any day.

 

However, while Casper may push his plate away from a now-empty appetite, he wasn't so cruel as to laugh at the boy like his yearmates. "I'd listen to Weasley," he grumbled. Even while he gave advice, he still managed to sound like the Hufflepuff was personally offending him. (And he was, because this was gross.) "Get out while you can."

 

Those girls were vultures.

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Ryan jumped back slightly when he noticed the puddle, but the girls that were laughing at the Hufflepuff boy made him bite his lip. Even though he had never peed himself in the Great Hall, he knew what it was like to be the object of so much ridicule. "Hey, how would you like it if this happened to you? Not that funny now, is it?" Of course he could have been completely wrong, and maybe they were just a bunch of weirdoes that found weird things funny that no one else did.

 

Alayna and another Gryffindor boy were encouraging him to run, though even if he did, Ryan reasoned, more people might see and laugh as well. He had learned during his first few years at the school that sometimes there were no depths to the cruelty of other students.

 

Then he had an idea. He shrugged off the outer black robe of his uniform and offered it to the Hufflepuff boy. The Great Hall, in his opinion, could be cold, even with the sweater and thick trousers they were required to wear, but he would manage if it helped the Hufflepuff any. 

 

"Use it to cover up or wipe up or whatever," he said. "Just don't stand there and let people laugh at you."

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