There was so much back and forth that it was hard for Charlie to see who was speaking, but all he could focus on was trying not to count down the minutes (seconds) until he could leave. That was until Nacho decided to squirt some of his plant at poor Ms. Shacklebolt, or at least he assumed so because he'd missed what had actually happened - someone in his own house. One would think you'd at least be friendly with the people you lived with.
Charlie scrunched his nose like he’d stepped in something foul. “Ugh, Real clever,” he said, rolling his eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn’t stick that way. Mama had warned him about that. “What are you, five? Even toddlers know better than to throw stuff at people.” He frowned at the other. Surely Mr. Carrow would be deducting points because he was being so rude.
Charlie scrunched his nose like he’d stepped in something foul. “Ugh, Real clever,” he said, rolling his eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn’t stick that way. Mama had warned him about that. “What are you, five? Even toddlers know better than to throw stuff at people.” He frowned at the other. Surely Mr. Carrow would be deducting points because he was being so rude.
