Well, now he really did want someone to get hurt in the room, and it might as well be Anne Moony, because Anne Moony was always crying out to be punched. (If he punched girls, that was. He’d only ever hit Billie back when Billie had gone about like a boy.) Still, Moony just had to stick her nose in everywhere, didn’t she? He’d heard her comment, and it had amused Miss Potts because they were both grinning now, but he didn’t hear anything else they said – and he didn’t throw anything at them, much as he wanted to.
Instead, all he did was pull the most horrendous face he could muster and directed it at their desks, pulling out his cheeks and lolling out his tongue like he was a grindylow or some other monstrous creature.
But after that he bent his head down quickly to his own textbook, mulling over a multitude of ways to wreak vengeance later. (So grindylows might not be dangerous... but if he could fish one up from the lake himself, maybe he’d stick it in someone’s schoolbag and see how they did.)
Anyway, if Lissington were a real good teacher, he’d give him five points for being such a model of restraint.
Instead, all he did was pull the most horrendous face he could muster and directed it at their desks, pulling out his cheeks and lolling out his tongue like he was a grindylow or some other monstrous creature.
But after that he bent his head down quickly to his own textbook, mulling over a multitude of ways to wreak vengeance later. (So grindylows might not be dangerous... but if he could fish one up from the lake himself, maybe he’d stick it in someone’s schoolbag and see how they did.)
Anyway, if Lissington were a real good teacher, he’d give him five points for being such a model of restraint.
