ABOA FUNU! (EP 2)

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Harry lunged.

And failed.

He felt strong pressure on the back of his neck and realised in his blood-red haze that someone was holding on to the collar of his shirt.

Flailing his arms, he caught Etse - the one obstacle in his quest for justice - on the right cheek, cringing when the boy still held on firm.

The rest of the class gasped while some wriggled in their seats, waiting for Tampa to notice this insurrection.

What gall!

As though released from some state of paralysis at the sight of violence, the others rushed to hold Harry back.

In angered whispers, Phil - one of the boys asked,

"What in heaven's name is wrong with you?! Are you trying to get yourself expelled?"

This talk of expulsion seemed to be what finally made Harry see sense. He stopped struggling, adjusted his shirt and turned to give Etse a pleading look.

He'd make his apologies later.

And just in time too, because right that moment, Mr. Tampa turned back to face the class and asked,

"Is everything alright here?" then he noticed the five,

"Herh, are you fools deaf? I said, go and cover those holes you made! Ah!"
He sucked his teeth, and glanced at Harry, who by now was shooting him daggers with his eyes.

"And you too, what are you doing staring at me like that?
*3y3 beyi bonsam?"

He visibly shuddered.

"All of you should clear off. When I blink, I don't want to see you here!" that statement seemed to spur the boys into action, Etse grabbing hold of Harry's hand and pulling him along.

Back to the school field it was.

Harry had a lot of explaining to do.

They were later told that Tamps had spent the remainder of the lesson reciting verses out of the book of Psalms, the 27th chapter, while simultaneously making crosses in the air in the direction of Harry’s seat.

Harry chuckled.

*"Aboa funu!"

Cethaurus: Aboa Funu - Insult, meaning - stupid, useless. Transliteration: Dead animal.

3y3 beyi bonsam? - Are you a wizard?

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