*throws a glass against the wall*

[bent_on_revenge]

What the hell is this?

I'm not as stupid as you all seem to perceive me as. Someone is trying to put me away. Someone is trying to get something on me. Pressing charges? *laughs sharply*

Whose brilliant idea was this?

I tip my hat to you. I am simply blown away by your outstanding talent of being so subtle. I do admire you. How do you do it

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[rus_knight]

*looks at the shards of glass on the floor, then up at Zane* My, my, my. If you had that tree shoved any further up your ass, you'd be choking on it, my man.

[bent_on_revenge]

*glares* I don't need your remarks right now, thank you.

[rus_knight]

*lazily, but an edge of ice to her voice*

You see, Mr. Zane, your temper tantrums don't faze me in the least. I'm appalled at your childishness (but I suppose that's to be expected) and really nothing more. I really would enjoy seeing you try to hurt someone, anyone, besides yourself.

Because, quite frankly, I'd enjoy twisting your arm behind your back for it before I broke your elbow joint.

[bent_on_revenge]

*nods as she speaks, and then stops suddenly* I'm sorry, did I look interested?

[lyra_tm]

*glares, then speaks in a voice that sounds a bit older and a lot more mature than her normal voice* Do you really think I'm scared? Listen, I've seen stuff that's a thousand times worse than anything you can do to me. I'd really like to strangle you with my bare hands, or at least make you really, really sorry you ever thought of threatening my friends.

Being locked up is too good for you, but I'm willing to settle for that, if it means you'll be far away from Zephyr.

[bent_on_revenge]

*almost laughs* Do you really think I'm scared?

[lyra_tm]

*Lyra sneers, an icy coldness in her eyes* If you've got any sense at all, you should be.

[slytherinsilver]

Mr. Zane, I don't believe we've met yet. I've heard so much about you from your peers. Your abilities within AI science are quite extraordinary, I must say. Clearly you are a leader within your particular field.

*waves wand, incants, watches without any emotion as the spell takes hold, transfiguring you from a man into a teapot.*

*coldly*

I believe, Mr. Zane, you need time to understand the words 'reflection,' 'compassion,' and 'kindness.' Your stint in this current, harmless form will no doubt provide you with ample time for such self-examination.

Have a nice day.

*walks away*

Oh, and if you think another wizard can undo that little spell? Think again. Enjoy your time as a teapot.

[bitter_fruit]

Millicent sneaks in and grabs the teapot.

Reflection, compassion, and kindness are highly overrated. Besides. I want tea.

She smiles at the teapot, finding nothing unusual in the expression.

You'll like the stove.

[slytherinsilver]

Tea, you say? What a splendid idea. Won't it be nice to be all toasty warm, Mr. Zane? Prior to the scalding, burning heat, that is.

[bitter_fruit]

And of course, we the House Elves will have to scour the pot when we're through.

That ought to be very enjoyable.