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Seeley Pichardo

Sometime Week Six 

 

Not that Seeley was one to toot her own horn, but it had been a stroke of genius really.  There was only one way she could be sure that she could collect both @Grace Foster and @Addison Toft at the same time, and that was by making them think something very serious was going on.  What could be more serious then a Howler?  

 

A Howler, from the Headmistress... in the middle of class?  

 

Sure, it had taken Seeley days to perfect and she had fully annoyed her roommates until she had taken her things elsewhere to practice but she was finally fairly sure she had gotten it right.  After all, it didn't have to sound exactly like McGonagall.  Who actually knew what McGonagall sounded like in Howler form anyway?  It just needed to sound angry.   And serious.  

 

"Alright... did you set up everything else?" She arched an eyebrow at Fletcher as the two of them were perched behind a corner down the corridor from the classroom that the two seventh years should have been in right about that moment.  Seeley waited for confirmation from the slytherin before she plucked the red envelop from her back pocket and held it up in the air.  

 

"Mission: Robed Dragon Party is a go." She grinned and thought to herself that they really needed a better name for this, but then a flick of her wand later had the howler shooting off down the hallway and slipping under a classroom door.  Even they could hear the shouts from where they stood as it opened up and demanded that Grace and Addison report to the headmistress's office immediately - only the two fourth years didn't let it get that far into the message before they were off and running.  

 

They hadn't skipped a class of their own to get caught by the head girl and their other former teammate so quickly and ruin the surprise.  

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Fletcher Barrow

Fletcher would never turn down a good excuse to skive off a boring class. So when Seeley proposed that they steal away Addison and Grace for the lesson period, the Slytherin boy grinned and nodded his head. It had been quite some time since they had all competed together as a team during the Hogwarts Tournament of Champions, but it was a time that he would never forget, and a legend that would live on, even if it was only between him and his other teammates.

 

Fletch gathered all of his trusty mischief-making supplies in a bag and slung it over his shoulder. The plan Seeley had come up with was simple but (hopefully) effective. He left the Howler business to her, mostly because it was her plan but also because he didn’t think he could pull off a convincing McGonagall voice.

 

He hid stealthily with the Hufflepuff girl in the shadows and nodded again when she asked about the preparations. “Yeah, the posters are up. Leading right to the trophy room.” Fletcher opened his bag and pointed. “There were even a couple more left over, in case we feel like decorating again later. Can’t let our legacy die, ya know?”

 

Seeley then sent the Howler into the seventh years’ classroom, and at this point Fletch couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh. The Hufflepuff’s impression of McGonagall was actually pretty impressive, even while it was muffled through the door. Much better than anything he could have done. He didn’t get to listen for long before the two of them were jumping up from their hiding place and taking off down the hallway.

 

He was panting a bit by the time they made it to the trophy room, but the grin was still plastered to his face. This would be their last gift to their former teammates, and although he was disappointed that Lenny was no longer around to join the celebration, he knew she would still be there in spirit.

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Addison Toft

Addison was doing her utmost to stay awake. With her schedule crammed with revision and prefect duties, she was burning the midnight oil to get everything done, and that left her sorely lacking in the energy department when it came to paying attention in class. Her eyelids were so heavy, and it would be so soothing to just let them flutter and droop further, and further, and further...

 

"MS FOSTER! MS TOFT!" 

 

The world exploded. Her eyes shot open, and she sat up straight in her seat. An ominous scarlet letter was hovering in the air above their heads, interrupting the class lecture while it shouted at them to immediately report to the headmistress' office. Addison winced - what did McGonagall want? Shooting Silas a quizzical look (after all, when McGonagall summoned her, it was usually with him as well), she shrugged and packed her things. McGonagall's voice sounded a bit strained, a little odd, but Addison chalked it up to the nature of the howler.

 

"Sorry professor," she mumbled, sliding out of the classroom, and... coming to a halt. 

 

Why was there a poster for Team Ninja Dragon? Why were there multiple posters for Team Ninja Dragon running down the hallway?

 

The door creaked open and shut as Grace joined her in the corridor. "Oi, do you have any idea what's up?"

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Grace Foster

OOC: 😧 sorry guys. Still trying to keep my head above water.

Grace jerked her head up suddenly, blinking her eyes to banish the daydream she'd been having, and turning to give Jake a quizzical look. Jake, on the other hand, looked more than usually alarmed. 

Grace's face relaxed into a sympathetic smile, silently following his line of thought. "It's McGonagall," she reminded him seriously, "It's not Flamel. It's nothing,"

 

Then standing and smiling, Grace flashed the class her best look of bravado, raising her voice confidently, "She's probably calling us to her office to give us an award for being such upstanding Gryffindors!" 

She flashed Jake a smile and winked before following Addison. Once in the corridor, her face took on an expression of concern followed by confusion as she saw the posters.

"No, idea," Grace answered Addison. "I was gonna suggest maybe some Gryffindors trashed the common room again and she's wanting us to either give her names or clean it up ourselves.  But this---" she nodded her head toward the posters. "You don't suppose it's all over the castle, do you? Cause if it is, no wonder she's called us. She must be proper pissed and wanting to know who did it."

They kept walking until they reached a stairwell.
 
"Look! They stop. There's none after--- Hang on---" She stopped short, her eyes following the staircase and the posters upward. "Whoever's done it didn't care about anything down there," she said, gesturing down the hall, "but they sure cared about getting them plastered all the way up there."

 

She frowned, plucking one of the posters off the wall before gesturing a proposition. "Shall well? We gotta go up to McG any way, but if she's gonna demand answers from us it might help if we have any to give."



 

Edited by Grace Foster
sleep deprived writing makes no sense

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Seeley Pichardo

Seeley grinned at the slytherin by her side and gave a nod.  No, they certainly wouldn’t, and if she had her say before she left this school there would be a ninja dragon symbol of some sort permanently etched on the trophy room wall in memory but there was plenty of time for sorting that out later.  Right now they had to be sure that they beat Addison and Grace to the meeting spot - and hope that the two older girls took the bait.  

 

Seeley didn’t doubt that they would.  Addison was far too sharp not to notice the posters and Grace wouldn’t let them slide.  It would only be a matter of minutes before they were on the trail behind the fourth years and Seeley was glad that she’d had the thought to plan ahead and secure a few snacks with the help of a couple of the House elves that spent far too much time in the hufflepuff common room.  She only hoped that the gryffindors wouldn’t hold it against her for making a scene in their class.

 

Slipping into the trophy room with Fletcher, she realized she had rarely stepped into the space since that year and she glanced at him as he stooped over to catch his breath.  “It’s already been two years since the tournament, can you believe it?  D’ya think the next few years can possibly go that fast?” And despite her best efforts to keep it from happening a wrinkle of concern crept across her forehead.  She wasn’t normally one for sentimental moments but she was going to miss Addison, and Grace too and the moment had snuck up on her.  

 

Would her own moment like this also manage to do the same?  

 

 

 

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Fletcher Barrow

They’d made it. Now all they had to do was wait for the two Gryffindors, but judging by the sounds Fletcher had heard behind them as they’d raced down the halls, the older girls would be joining them shortly. The poster trail was pretty straightforward, after all.

 

As he paused to catch his breath he noticed the odd look on Seeley’s face and he threw her a puzzled look of his own. “What’s up?” Fletcher listened while the Hufflepuff shared her thoughts and nodded his head. “I s’pose the time really has flown by, huh?” It still didn’t seem like all that long ago that they’d been competing in the tournament together.

 

“Maybe,” he answered in reply to Seeley’s concern about the next few years, when they would be graduating from Hogwarts themselves. “Maybe not. Dunno. I don’t like to think too far ahead. We should just enjoy the moment right now, yeah?”

 

He took another proud look over the setup they’d come up with for this little farewell party. It was nothing extravagant, but there was some typical party decor and some (totally unhealthy but delicious) snacks laid out for them to enjoy. He’d even managed to dig up an old photo of Lenny from somewhere in the common room to prop up against the small snack table. It wasn’t as good as the real thing but it would do.

 

“You don’t think they got lost, do you?” Fletcher wondered out loud after the minutes ticked by. It would be a shame to have everything set up only for the Gryffindors to completely miss the memo and end up going to the headmistress’ office for real.

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Addison Toft

Addison leaned forward to peer up the stairs. It was just as Grace said; the posters continued upwards, like some sort of trail.

 

"You know... a while ago, I was on patrol after curfew, and I saw posters sort of like these ones, on the walls. Someone was putting them up everywhere... " She scrunched her face together, putting the pieces together - the only people who would want to promote Team Ninja Dragon so grandly would be people on Team Ninja Dragon. Addison assumed Grace hadn't done it, and obviously she hadn't done it herself, so that left two potential culprits (unless Eleanor was back to visit).

 

Placing a hand against the wall, she began up the steps. "Yep, let's go." Leading the charge, she followed the posters, their own little yellow brick road, to find the wizard (or witch) at the end of the trail and see what was going on behind the curtain of mystery. To the next floor, down the corridor, up another set of stairs, two left turns, and then... Addison narrowed her eyes.

 

"They stop, right there." She pointed. Half-way down the hall, the poster trail came to abrupt end, right outside a doorway. "That's the trophy room, isn't it?"

 

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Grace Foster

"Ninja Dragon poster? Really? And you never found out why?" Grace would have thought any old promotional posters would have been binned years ago. "Must be a really die-hard fan." Grace smiled, bemused by the thought that anyone besides themselves still remembered their performance.

 

Then again, Ninja Dragons was a good band name. Maybe someone had found a stash of old posters and had repurposed them. Either way, it was sorta flattering.

 

Grace followed Addison's lead in tracking the posters all the way to the trophy room where the trail dead ended. "Seems like a weird place for a band to perform," Grace said, not remembering that she hadn't shared that peculiar notion with Addison. "Must be something else."

 

"Well, only one way to find out," she said., and without waiting for Addison's agreement, she opened the door.

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