Ernest (Ernie/Ern) Macmillan (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ernsthename) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} pandorarpg, |
Ern's initial reaction was absolute shock and absolute terror at Zacharias' opinions being voiced in such a way. He spilled the contents of his glass over himself when the bag of galleons had flown towards his chest. He didn't need anymore alcohol for a situation like this. He dropped the bag on the floor with a thud and a clatter as the contents managed to disperse across the room. He was furthest across the room, but he made it to the doorway with relative haste. The years of training weren't for nothing, after all.
"Bloody hell," he muttered to himself as in a way he did wish that he was there earlier to smack Zacharias upside the head, but at the same time he was sober enough to realize the potential implications of attacking his former classmate. But he wasn't sober enough to remember right at this moment that he had his wand on him. Instead he grabbed Michael's arms from behind in an attempt to lock them from further punches to the man before him. "Michael," he said in a reprimanding tone. "You can't just do that even if he is the biggest arse in the world."