Apr. 13th, 2008

fiery_ring: (very angry)
It started off so simply. A bored class. A boring French lesson.

Carlotta looked around, and there was a frog on the floor. One of the class frogs. And Bobby motioning for her to put it on Prudence's desk.

What fun! Carlotta grinned, picked up the frog, and deposited it on the desk nearby.

The resulting bloodcurdling scream made the class jump nearly out of their skins.

"PRUDENCE! What is this noise?" Mamzelle's voice breaks through the shocked silence.

The frog leapt on Prudence's shoulder, and she shook it off. It leapt at her again and she gave another scream, then turns around to Carlotta.

"You hateful creature! Nothing but a nasty little circus girl with circus girl ideas! Oh you think I don't know things about you, but I do! I saw you take the frog out of the vivarium to make him leap on me. I saw you!"

"TAISEZ-VOUS, Prudence," almost shouted Mam'zelle, rapping on her desk. "Carlotta, leave the room. You will go straight to Miss Theoald and report what you have done. That such things should happen in my class! It is not to be believed!"

Carlotta paid no attention to Mam'zelle. She had already stood up and begun a torrent of angry Spanish at Prudence, moving to shake her fist in the girl's face. Not even seeing Mam'zelle approach and grab her by the arm.

"Vous etes in-sup-por-table!" She said as Carlotta shook off the hand, and directed her violent spanish instead to the French mistress...

...some of which she unfortunately understood.

[Dialogue from Summer Term at St Clare's]

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