Seeley Pichardo

probably ain't never been lost after midnight

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First Place.  

 

The words rung in her head loudly, repeatedly and the second year couldn't keep the smile off her face as she rose from her seat in the great hall and made her way to the front of the room to retrieve the gifts and recognition from Professor Headmaster Gawkrodger and stand alongside her teammates for a few brief moments and as she moved towards the head table a brilliant idea sprung up in the back of her mind.   

 

Of course, if they were winners - even for just the first task,  they had to celebrate.   

 

Squeezing in to stand next to Fletcher she leaned towards him and whispered in his ear,  "Meet me by the dueling chamber at 11pm.  Dress for stealth... like a ninja." and then her face broke into a grin again as the older man moved in front of her to pin the lapel to the front of her robes.  She didn't dare to glance over at her year-mate to see what kind of look had registered on his face because she was sure there would be some confusion, hesitation, or a mixture of who knew what else.  But, hopefully curiosity would win out in the end.   

 

Either way, later that night, the blonde found herself dressed head to toe in all black, with a stack of posters in one hand and her wand in the other leaning up against door frame of the entrance to the dueling chamber and trying to stay as quiet as possible.  She hadn't mentioned the secret mission to any of their other teammates; Addison was a prefect after all and would likely be someone the two second years would have to try and avoid running into through their travels that night.  

 

Of course, that was all assuming the slytherin would actually show up.  

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The results of the first task of the tournament were better than he’d been hoping for. First place! The prizes weren’t bad either. He especially liked the wooden wand box with the nature design on it, because of course he did. He’d been busy reveling in their victory when Seeley leaned over and instructed him to meet up with her after curfew. A look of confusion crossed his face for a brief moment but was soon replaced by one of curiosity. It had to be some sort of secret meeting or party. Whatever it was, he was totally down for it, curfews be damned.

 

The rest of his evening was spent impatiently watching the clock in the common room and wondering what he would find when he reached Seeley. He prepared himself as she’d told him to, dressing up in a simple black top, trousers, and trainers. He contemplated adding a matching hat but the only one he had was one of those silly pointed hats that he’d thrown aside in a corner and vowed never to embarrass himself by wearing. In the end he decided against it and reckoned his light brown hair was still dark enough that it wouldn’t catch any attention.

 

The dueling chamber wasn’t far off from the common room, and he could already make out another dark figure next to the entrance when he arrived. “Hey,” he greeted Seeley quietly while eyeing the posters in her hand. “What are those? And what are we doing? Is anyone else coming?” He needed to know all the juicy details.

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Minutes passed and as they did, the young badger began to worry she would be alone in her mission after all, but then she heard footsteps and she pressed herself further into the small shadow created in the door frame in the hopes that it would keep her disguised from anyone who wouldn't think to be looking for her.  

 

And then she heard Fletcher's voice, just above a whisper and she crept out of the dark and smiled.  "Hey.  You came." 

 

She was glad to know a little risk wouldn't deter him, but then again she should have already known that considering the whole tournament thing.  Splitting the stack of papers in half she thrust a pile in his direction and waited for him to take them.   "These are posters... of our team!" If possible her grin grew broader, "and we're going to hang them up!" 

 

It wasn't vandalism exactly, it was more like support for the winning team.  She wouldn't stop any other team from putting up their own posters if they wanted to, but that was another discussion for another time.   "and no, no one else is coming are you kidding?  Addison is a prefect, she probably wouldn't approve and I..." well to be fair she didn't really know what Lenny or Grace's thoughts would be on the matter but she figured the less people involved the better.   

 

"Do you happen to know the sticking charm?"  She arched an eyebrow at him in question, she'd been tinkering with it for a while and it wasn't perfect but it would do, she just needed to know if she needed to teach him or not.   

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”Brilliant,” Fletcher said after Seeley explained what the posters were for. There was no harm in decorating the castle up a bit. After all, he and his team had gone through a lot to get that win. Why shouldn’t they brag about it a little?

 

Something caught the corner of his eye and he turned to look. A ghost, maybe? It was difficult to tell, as the only light source they had was the sconces lining the hallways. Perhaps he was just being paranoid. Sneaking around after curfew always did fill him with the adrenaline rush that came with the potential of being caught.

 

For a moment he did wonder if it was unfair that the whole team wasn’t involved with this shenanigan, but the Hufflepuff girl made a good point there. The other girls were all older and two of them being prefects meant they probably wouldn’t condone such mischief. They could all celebrate their victory together later, but for now this mission was one for the ickles. Fletch nodded his understanding and took a handful of the posters. All they needed now was a way to hang them up.

 

Seeley had already thought of that, though. The sticking charm sounded vaguely familiar to the Slytherin. “Is that the one where you do the thing with the wand and say...thingy?” He tried to explain (very poorly) using his hands, but he gave up. “Er, no idea. Show me?” He didn’t fancy the idea of running back to the common room for tape or thumb tacks.

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Great.  He was in.  

 

But, why wouldn't he be?  Seeley had learned a long time ago that a good idea and a charming smile would go a long way in convincing people to do something they maybe shouldn't and as far as she could tell, Fletcher was the type who lived a bit on the edge of the rules anyway.  He did hang out with Dax, willingly.   "Right?" She grinned even broader at his agreement with her idea.  Perhaps the idea should have crossed her mind that bragging might not seem like good sportsmanship, but she was thirteen and had scored herself a pretty dicey concussion from the whole ordeal so her opinion of whether some celebration at all might be considered excessive or not might have been somewhat skewed.   

 

It was a bit disappointing that he didn't seem to know the spell but she made quick work of demonstrating it to him.  Glancing both ways down the corridor she, rather unceremoniously, dropped the stack of posters onto the stone floor with a whoosh and used her hand to flatten one of them up as high as she could reach onto the wall and then aimed her wand at the paper.  With a quick twist of her wand and a simple incantation the poster was stuck - perhaps not permanently, but that was a bit too advanced for the second year.   

 

"There, see!" She gestured towards the poster that was mostly stuck except for one corner that curled away from the rippled rock of the corridor.   Okay, so she wasn't exactly perfect with the spell but it was better then nothing.  Picking up another one she dashed across to the other side of the hall and repeated the process.  "How do they look?" 

 

She was an agent, not an artist so she hoped his opinion wouldn't crush her completely as she waited for a response.  "I didn't make enough for the whole castle or anything but I figure we can put some up down here, and maybe around the Great Hall and some of the lower floors?"   She honestly wasn't sure how far they could get before they either ran out of posters or were caught but she was of the go big or go home attitude.   

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