[center][color=blue][h2]Geoffrey Burr[/h2][/color][/center]

Geoffrey's gaze remained unabridged as he awaited Graham Turner's release. The hulk of a girl shifted her sights in Geoff's direction as she spoke.

[center][color=red]"I know that fighting is not allowed sir and so we are not fighting. I am just asking for an appology and decided to lift him up so we could talk face-to-face. Nothing wrong with that is the-"[/color] 

[color=blue][i]There are a few things wrong with that, yes...[/i][/color][/center]

During her explanation, Graham seemingly decided that it was about high-time he cut into the conversation. Not a smart move, considering his position in the matter. 

[center][color=green]“Yes! Yes! Listen to the manly voice of wise wisdom and kindness! Mr. Turner would like to go down now, please? Miiisssshhhkkkaaa, pwetty pwease? With borscht on top?”[/color]

[color=blue][i]Beet soup atop of his plea? I feel as though that would not taste very good. Also... Was that meant as provocation?[/i][/color]

[color=green]“OH GOD NO! NO NO NO! I DIDN’T MEAN THAT! PLEASE!”[/color]

[color=blue][i]Clearly not...[/i][/color][/center]

Mishka's grip became noticeably tighter... [color=blue]"Mishka. Let. Him. Go."[/color] Burr's voice maintained its low tone. The pressure in the hallway increased to the point where a few students began complaining, to the neighbors, about their ears popping. 

She didn't seem to hear him at all. In fact, she turned to Graham and said [color=red]"I beg your pardon?"[/color] her voice and face became noticeably less sane... That's the only way to describe it... Like an animal's instinct to kill. Her eyes seemed to do a number on Turner. 

[color=blue]"That is quite enough."[/color] Geoff wasn't going to have another second of it. The pressure in the hall returned to normal. Mishka began to lift off of the ground [color=blue][i]This one is heavy...[/i][/color] and her fingers were pushed from Graham's neck, the pressure, caused by the wind, was immense, enough to life a car, or two by Geoff's estimate. Not that she was holding with that pressure, it was simply difficult to remove a grip of steel provided by someone with super strength. 

Geoff set Graham down and said, [color=blue]"Meredith is waiting, the bell will rin-"[/color] And the bell rang. The students rushed off to class until it was Graham, Geoff, and a no longer floating Mishka left in the hallway.