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Post by terrence on Jan 16, 2012 22:28:38 GMT -5
Myrtle’s bathroom. Ah, the perfect place to conduct the perfect prank. What could be better than an old abandoned girls’ washroom? Terrence frowned. Wait, let him rephrase that within his own mind or else he will sound like a big pervert… well, more of a middle-age type stalker than a teenage-boy type of pervert. That is a boundary that he is not willing to cross. Terrence could just imagine the look of disgust on his friends’ faces. Anyway, what could be better than an abandoned washroom? There. Much better. He stretched luxuriously, basking in the sunshine that managed to float through the gritty windows. The place was quite nice. It was quiet and, once you got past the lingering smell of disinfectant, it was peaceful. He might come here more often, had it been anything but a girls’ washroom.
Legend has it that a girl once died in these very stalls. Of course, no one really knows why she died. He wrinkled his nose as he thought of all the possibilities. His mind wondered who was the one that busted the door open. What did the scene look like? A shudder passed throughout his body. It couldn’t have been pretty. The gruesome images that he conjured up just proves that the power of imagination is very great indeed. Either way, there was a reason why the majority of the student population didn’t dare to venture here. Terrence tensed at the occasional sounds of sniffling. Was the ghost back already? He would have groaned out loud, but didn’t want to risk her hearing him. Myrtle was weird. Of course, Terrence couldn’t really blame her. For the most part, she seemed to enjoy just staring at him. However, there were occasions where she would attempt to talk to him. That was awkward.
“Eugh. I’ve got to follow the… instructions. Bugger. Where did I put that piece of parchment? Man, I can’t be caught by a Prefect!” After scrambling through the supplies for five minutes, he finally found the piece of paper. It was midday, but security around the castle has gotten more uptight in the recent months. He should know. After all, he had friends who were Prefect. Even though he had been unsure of the relationship since he was a well-known prankster. Terrence has learned to enjoy the friendships. It would be terrible if he got caught by one of his own friends. If they stayed on task, they shouldn’t come anywhere near Myrtle’s bathroom though. So the only risk came from the unexpected. That was not so bad. Terrence could improvise and make up some scenario. It is his belief that he could charm his way out of the situation.
After tossing the ingredients in, the instructions called for 5 beats and 10 whisks. Well, Terrence was talented in Potions, but it was too boring. He preformed the necessary actions before waiting. Potions was so boring all the time. Where was the fun in waiting around for 20 minutes? Great. Maybe he should have brought a book or something. Now that he was a Sixth Year, there seemed to be a never-ending load of homework awaiting him every night. Catching up on some sleep seems like a good idea too. He yawned before settling into a comfortable position in front of the cauldron. No one should disturb him… according to his calculations, at least. “Well, potion for changing the Slytherins’ hair from nasty to a pretty pink color, it’s just you and me. Behave while I get a little rest... So, um, don't boil over or anything. I'm talking to inanimate objects, but you get the drift, right?”
o u t f i t - - - ravenclaw uniform. XD
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