Year/Job
Sixth Year
Metamorphmagus
Alanna
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Post by Angel Taylor on Apr 29, 2024 19:01:55 GMT -8
Few people would describe Angel Taylor as vindictive. Few people really knew who Angel was and what ne was really like. Very few people mattered enough to Angel for nem to be comfortable enough to take off the mask. Then there was Angel’s enemies. They did not know who they were because Angel was rarely stupid enough to get nir own hands dirty. Ne preferred to use other people’s hands for that, literally, as a metamorphmagus the ravenclaw could do that. And Angel had no qualms about using other people's faces in that way because normally Angel used the hands of another enemy. Today though, Angel had to use nir own hands because how else would ne get revenge against the Charms professor for calling nem out for sleeping in class last week? So, with the practised grace of a master prankster Angel fell into the crowd of students leaving Charms class, dropping three stink bombs and stealthy kicking the bombs away so they’d be scattered by all the leaving students. It took less than a minute for people to react. And oh Merlin, the chaos was a thing of beauty!
Tags: Eric AndersonNotes: Open to anyone who'd be in class Stealth check: 21 (Because I'm a DnD nerd)
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Year/Job
SIXTH YEAR
BLAKE
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Post by Liam Sagewater on May 2, 2024 18:04:57 GMT -8
Liam packed his things as Charms came to an end. It had been a good class. He was looking forward to meeting up with his friends in the library for a few rounds of chess. As studious as he might be, he enjoyed some rest and relaxation as well. Filing out of the classroom with the rest of the student body, he was suddenly hit with a foul stench. Liam gagged at the scent and looked at the person in front of him, but they too seemed to be caught off guard. Chaos started to unfold as students rushed for the door or tried to disperse farther back into the classroom to avoid this unholy smell! Liam thought he was suffocating! People were blocking the door and he couldn't escape. He backpedaled into the classroom, hoping to catch a whiff of fresh air, but it was too late. He would never get this stench out of his nose! This was no case of ordinary flatulence. Someone had clearly unleashed stink bombs! Who would do such a thing in such a crowded space.
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Year/Job
Charms Professor
'Charming' my way into your life |
Alanna
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Post by Eric Anderson on May 17, 2024 17:00:33 GMT -8
"Don't forget everyone, I want two feet written on The Eradication Spell," Eric announced, reminding his students as they began to clean up and leave. "I want to see mentions of its limitation, the counter charm, and how to cast the spell, all listed. It's only two feet, shouldn't be hard now." Even having said as much twice during the lesson he knew that at least half his students would forget to add one or two things. Those were usually the ones that wrote just before class. Once he'd even received an assignment back with the ink still wet. Thinking of one more thing Eric spoke up again, louder this time as students were already going thru the door. "And please write at a reasonable size!"
It was swift, and sudden, one moment students were casually leaving, most of them chatting with their friends and mostly ignoring Eric's last shouted reminders. It hit them, then it reached Eric as well. Nose wrinkling in distaste Eric fought back the urge to get sick. "Everyone back away from the doors! Get to the windows and open them," He commanded, one hand tugging the collar of his sweater up over his nose as some sort of pseudo mask. His first instinct was to lock the doors and keep his students back until he found the one responsible. But that just sounded terrible for all of them.
Face covered to some degree Eric forced his way thru the crowd looking for the stink bomb so that he could deal with it.
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Year/Job
Sixth Year
Metamorphmagus
Alanna
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Post by Angel Taylor on May 17, 2024 19:07:41 GMT -8
The worst thing about being in a classroom, and then set off stink bombs, is that a person's gag reflex is closely connected to one's sense of smell. It was no less than 30 seconds after the last stink bomb was dropped before Angel realized that ne really should've thought this one through a little better.
Distantly Angel was aware of Mr Anderson trying to get the class under control with mixed results at best. People were going every which way, tripping over each other and themselves trying to escape the smell. Bodily Angel shoved, ducked, wiggled, and forced nir way towards the exit from the classroom. There was so many people, going in some many directions that Angel actually got pushed back into the classroom! Eyes wide, hand firmly pressed over nir nose and doing nir best to breath thru nir mouth Angel cursed under nir breath.
One step forward, two steps back. A terrible problem because Angel needed to escape before Mr Anderson realised that this whole mess was one of Angel's creation. Yeah, nir really didn't live up to the name.
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