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Julian Banagher

It would have been nice if Julian could have wiped the beans off of his face, but instead, they were just dripping off in small, greasy lines. And the Head Girl was no help at all.

 

”Some Head Girl you are! What are we supposed to do, just stay here?!”

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Mason Fluke

"Happily," Fluke said to Alayna. Grim still sat on his shoulder, and it was a delicate balancing act. He took one look at the scene before him and decided it wasn't worth anyone's time or effort. "Let's go out to the lawn. We both have a free period this morning, right?" he asked. Of course, his schedule was pretty much wide open at this point, having only a few classes to attend. Unlike his girlfriend who... well... she put the hard work in, didn't she.

 

"It's supposed to be a nice morning."

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Alayna Weasley

 A pair of blue eyes met Fluke’s as she gave him a pleading look. Her newly received responsibilities might’ve dictated that she stay; she was in charge of the prefects, after all, but Alayna knew precisely what would happen if she did. Someone would step up to debate her, she’d be put on the spot, she wouldn’t know what to say, and then both her and the children currently dangling from the walls would be in a bind. It was a traumatic experience she much preferred to avoid, so as long as her boyfriend was okay with it…

 

The other prefect Slytherin spoke, and with her words the redhead’s hold on Fluke’s hand tightened. Her shoulders slumped, guilt and stress and every other emotion imaginable threatening to overtake her. “Yes” she whispered back to the Ravenclaw. “That sounds nice…

 

One of the first years shouted at her, but her mind was already made up. “Take them down, Killian. Please.”  

 

And then Alayna and her boy were hurrying down the corridor.

 

“I hate being Head Girl…”

 

~Alayna and Fluke out. (I'm sorry, kids. ;-; )

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Killian Dracel

"Shucks," Killian smirked at the first years. "She still didn't say when to take you down."

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Idina Iordanau

"Don't worry about Alayna," Idina commented. "We'll let them down eventually." Idina had a bit of a headache from the yelling the night before. "Besides, she's not exactly the most effective Head Girl we've ever had at this school. Hey do you think some syrup and bacon will be to their liking?"

 

Idina poured syrup at a few small plates of bacon and flung those up with her wand, as well. There was no time like the present to find out.

 

"I need to go, but guys, let them down in time for class if you can. And do try not to hurt them too badly."

 

Idina out ❤️

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Cora Ives

Cora had seen a lot of mean and terrible things in her day. Teenagers, after all, could be awful. This type of humiliation was simply on another level, though, and the Ravenclaw felt sick to her stomach when she stumbled upon the scene. She had to assume that her good and pure friend Idina, last seen leaving the scene, had done her best to ease the situation and had failed; Cora had no choice but to step in.

 

"Oh, let them be, won't you?" A spine couldn't be grown overnight (or over seven years), but Cora was an Adult and Adults were supposed to help protect non-Adults, especially when they were way out of their depth. "They're just kids." She wrestled her wand out of her too-long sleeves, ignored the fact that she was approximately the same size as the poor saps stuck up there and their tormentor was significantly bigger, and did the only thing she could remember how to do in a time of such stress. "Scourgify." At least they'd be clean(er) in the interim. 

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Rivorn J. Moray

"No, not all deserve this. These two blocked the door. And i was on the couch. FAR AWAY FROM THE DOOR. But maybe this badge of yours is disrupting your eyesight." @Killian Dracel  Thankfully he could now speak. "Oh shut up Juju you can buy new shoes." @Julian Banagher 

 

By now he was actually feeling way more angry than he should have. You know what's done is done, he was already up there. The Gryffindor who tried to solve this had to have the IQ of a baby turtle. Not even a baby lion. To make things worse, the Head Girl appeared. He has never seen someone getting this bullied before. And she was high up in hierarchy. Rivorn wanted to barf when he witnessed the kiss. "Oh for... dude, what the heck, we haven't eaten yet and you kissed her! Gross." That short display of saliva exchange was probably even worse than being stuck up here for the rest of the day. 

 

"Or maybe she should put you two up here, since she IS Head Girl!" @Damaris Denton @Killian Dracel @Alayna Weasley Judging however by the likes of her... he was expecting way too much.

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Dale McQueen-Trengrove

"Assine," he muttered. "How can you all just let him get away with this crap?" Not a single one of them, including the head girl, thought to get a professor or anything. An older girl cleaned them off but that was hardly any better since they were still stuck there. "Hope my mom sends a Howler to him once she finds out about this." 

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Julian Banagher

“COWARD!” Julian roared at @Alayna Weasley. She was the Head Girl—surely she had more authority than a random slytherin prefect? 

 

And yet, there she was, walking away. Julian barred his teeth, turning a shade of angry purple as another prefect dumped syrup and bits of bacon on them. 

 

“My mum isn’t going to buy new ones!” Julian snapped at @Rivorn J. Moray. “Will you shut it now?”

 

”Oi!” He called over to @Killian Dracel. An idea had formed in his mind once a kind Ravenclaw had cleaned them off. “My mum’s Hogwarts’ Apparition Instructor. How would you like to never get your license?”

Edited by Julian Banagher

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Dorjee Shire Sherpa

Finally, he was home. He was eating breakfast in the Great Hall with his friends, he was preparing to go to classes where he could continue strengthening his skills. Third year had changed Dorjee's magical abilities for the better and while he wasn't that amazing at Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts yet, he felt more confident in his abilities in Charms and that was saying something for the boy who had been so scared he could barely speak English when he'd first started at Hogwarts. 

 

Unfortunately, it took minutes for his peace and happiness to be interrupted before there was trouble by the Slytherin table, caused by the Prefects and aimed at the First Years. Why was it always the Slytherins? Three first years were stuck to the wall, covered in breakfast, and even the Head Girl - whom Dorjee liked - seemed to be unable to diffuse the situation. Dorjee knew what it was like to be bullied and before he could even think through what he was doing, the Gryffindor had marched himself over to the Professors' table. That substitute with the cool dragons happened to be there.

 

"Professor!" Dorjee cried out as soon as he reached @Professor Corelli-Rose, "Please you have to help the first years!" He pointed over to where the three boys were stuck to the wall. "Help me help them. Those Prefects are so horrible and represent your Slytherin house so bad." Silly accents were silly. Silly English was silly. Without even waiting for a response, Dorjee ran over to where the trouble was.

 

"STOP IT! STOP IT NOW!" He yelled at @Killian Dracel and @Damaris Denton. "YOU ARE HORRIBLE AND MEAN AND SHOULD BE EXPEL. EXPELLED." When had he pulled his wand out? "Melofors!"

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Melofors - Encases the target's head in a pumpkin

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Damaris Denton

“He’s probably lying,” Damaris said to @Killian Dracel. She was sure that the first years there would say anything to try and convince them to be let down. 

 

Suddenly, a small Gryffindor came out of nowhere, yelling at the top of his lungs. Damaris was quick to block his spell, and sent a silencing spell back in his direction with a quick flourish of her wand. 

 

“Could you maybe not? The yelling is giving me a headache.”

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Seeley Pichardo

Predictably, after a summer at home away from this madness everyone was a bit... high strung upon their return to school.  Seeley didn't particularly think @Killian Dracel was doing himself any favors by looking like such a tool, sticking first years on the wall when he was so much older and so much more skilled in magic then they were, but she did think it was an original use of the sticking charm - and she was fond of that spell.  

 

Either way, since it appeared @Alayna Weasley wasn't going to handle it, someone had to.  Rising from the hufflepuff table and walking towards the far end of the wall, Seeley pointed her wand at her own skull and whispered a spell.  "Dissimulo." She had gotten fairly good at the dissilusionment charm since she'd first learned it once she felt like it's effects had fully taken hold, she slid against the wall and moved closer to the poor boys who were trapped against the stone.  

 

Killian and Damaris had no more authority to hand out detention then the pot of tea sitting on the table and they knew that.  She didn't have anything in particular against them, but this was flat out bullying and it was wrong.  So, when the first spell went flying from somewhere and she knew she heard someone calling for a professor to finally get involved the sixth year aimed her wand carefully up at the robes of the three boys and with quick work severing charms had them falling the few metres to the floor.  

 

Honestly, how had no one thought of it yet?  Still very much invisible to the untrained eye she leaned towards the slytherin who'd been stuck up first and spoke softly.  "Sorry about your robes, maybe we can get them fixed later."  

 

The kid would probably think she was a ghost or something but, he'd survive.  There were crazier things at Hogwarts then invisible prefects.  

Edited by Seeley Pichardo

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Rían O' Donnell

Rían couldn't help but linger after the welcoming feast, watching the horrors that were unfolding. Although possibly physically bigger than the prefects who were sticking first years to the wall, his spellwork probably didn't match up just yet. He wasn't stupid. 

 

For now he kept his mouth shut, staying where he was sat at the Ravenclaw table, eventually mumbling to himself "This school just gets worse and worse" 

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Julian Banagher

Julian landed on the floor in an undignified heap. With a yell, he ran straight for @Killian Dracel.

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Professor Corelli-Rose

It appeared that mornings following Sorting Night were incapable of starting normally. Last year, he'd handed out more detentions than he remembered the names of students - part of his "Welcome to Hogwarts, Professor!" package, he supposed, and this year, today, he was met with a bellow of a plea for help and the flinging of spells as he was tugged into the Great Hall, when all he'd wanted to do was say hello to his two children.

 

"Wha--?" he blurted, blinking at the scene that met him: three muddied students were trussed up against the wall - aaaand then they weren't. With a wet slap, they plummeted to the ground; some of the remaining muck had managed to splatter onto his glasses.

 

Pietro squawked indignantly, but Arcite had no time to appreciate this show of support. Casting a quick "Finite Incantatem!" on the little Gryffindor that had dragged him into this, and then rounded on the pair of Slytherins that appeared to be the most at ease - and therefore (along with several of the threat-of-bodily-or-magical-harm looks they were getting), likely the perpetrators. 

 

"Unless you'd like to---" Arcite seethed at @Killian Dracel and @Damaris Denton, but stopped mid-word to snap out a "Petrificus totalus!" at the newly released boy. "I wasn't finished," he told @Julian Banagher. "No one else had better get an bright ideas," he warned, crossing his arms over his chest. Arcite has no qualms in giving students of his own former House trouble; living for years in a household of Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs and Muggles had done that. In fact, Arcite held Slytherins up to a higher standard, which this show was rather below. "As I was saying, unless you'd like to get a taste of your own medicine up on the parapets of this castle, I suggest you start explaining yourselves. The number of House Points I take depends on the quality of your explanations, too."

 

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You have been invaded! 

House Point can and will be taken depending on your following actions!

Edited by Professor Corelli-Rose

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Chaol Edevane

Was he one of the few people that actually had a problem with this? It was only the second day of his first year at Hogwarts, and Chaol was already starting to lose hope. At least someone came by and cleaned the poor sods, though how helpful that was in the long run was debatable.

 

Before Chaol could do something stupid, like help the fourth year Gryffindor in dueling prefects, an actual adult made an appearance. "Oh thank god," he said.

 

Not wanting to interrupt, in case the professor wasn't feeling particularly generous, he raised a hand like he was in class. "Um, for the record, the blond bloke threatened to put me up there too after I told him to take them down."

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Dorjee Shire Sherpa

Dorjee's mouth gaped open as the girl Prefect blocked his spell and quickly silenced him. He hated her. He wanted to punch her! But the Professor he had pulled in to intervene arrived just as the boys on the wall mysteriously weren't. Dorjee got splattered with some mud as they landed and then quickly unsilenced just in time for him to screech "DON'T-" at Julian.

 

Julian was frozen, however, by yet more quick spellwork and Dorjee, unsure of what else to do at that exact moment, looked down and spotted the younger boy's scuffed up shoe. "Reparo."

 

His charm fixed the damage to the boy's shoe, though it maybe needed a little polish. Once that was done, he simply stood by, seething in anger at the two Prefects who had so horribly abused their power. 

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Dale McQueen-Trengrove

He was finally down thank merlin. "Let them have it," he smirked triumphantly as he folded his arms over his chest.  

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Rivorn J. Moray

Rivorn rolled his eyes at Julian. This guy was incorrigible. Then again, he had the excuse of being a kid. Rivorn's brain traveled elsewhere though. It was one thing to be stuck upon a wall and another to start losing feeling of your limbs due to inactivity. He was about to complain about that, when he found himself falling on the floor. He landed with a loud thump. By the grace of Merlin, his hands moved fast enough in order to save him from a broken nose. Body met cement. After a few seconds he stood up. 

 

"Thanks to whomever brought us down and cleaned our clothes" he said quickly, not eyeing anyone but fixing his clothes. He wanted to look the way he looked this morning, aka pristine appearance. 

 

The seconds that followed Rivorn would never forget. 

"aaaaa what? who IS there?" he said, turning his whole body 360 degrees trying to find out where the girl was. 

 

Not finding the source, Rivorn thought for a split second that he might have imagined it....then he remembered ghosts. Maybe it was a ghost. But...

 

But nothing. It was time for an official scolding. A professor appeared. He couldn't help but smirk when Juju got petrified. PERFECT. 

 

"It's nothing professor. We might have caused some inconvenience last night after sorting inside the common room and today was....a lesson, yes to.... think before we act?" 

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Professor Corelli-Rose

"No one likes a tattle tale, Signore," Arcite intoned to @Chaol Edevane with an an even look, before turning his attention back to the Prefects and raising an expectant brow.

 

Instead, he found himself blinking at the First Year Slytherin that had just spoken up. "Are you defending them and their actions? Are they so incapable of using their words to diffuse a situation and hand out a lesson? Are you telling me that I should take their badges, if this is how they handle themselves?"

Edited by Professor Corelli-Rose

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Seeley Pichardo

Seeley had to jump back quickly when the boy she whispered to spin around fast, arms flailing out around him at the sound of her voice while he tried to figure out where she was.  

 

Backing up she felt the feeling of the toe of someones shoe under her heel but she didn’t stick around to figure out who’s or worse, wait for them to realize someone was there.  The spell was supposed to make her more stealth and so far she was botching it all up.  

 

Ducking around @Professor Corelli-Rose and stepping up onto the slytherin table, she knocked over a glass of pumpkin juice before jumping off the other side of the table.  Yeap, she needed to get out of here.

Edited by Seeley Pichardo

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Rivorn J. Moray

"No professor I am not defending them or anyone for that matter. I just told you what happened. And I am certain I can't tell you what to do. " Was it truly possible for things to get worse by the second? 

 

Guess it was.

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Damaris Denton

“Okay but like I’m pretty sure you’re not even a professor at this school,” Damaris said to @Professor Corelli-Rose. “So go away?”

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Dorjee Shire Sherpa

"OW!" Dorjee yelped as his shoe got stepped on. He wasn't amazing at magic yet, but someone - likely the person who released the boys from the wall - was invisible. And judging by the new mess on the table, climbing over things to escape. "Uhh... Professor, the helpful person is leaving."

 

But the girl Prefect was still being the worst. "Yes he is. He has dragons and if you actually are good he's the best." Dorjee had never spoken to Professor Corelli-Rose before in his life.

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Dale McQueen-Trengrove

"Shut up Rivorn," he snapped. What a dolt. Besides it wasn't like he had done anything wrong really. Killian more had punished them for existing in his opinion. He barely had given the prefect trouble over the uniform thing and the common room, so what? It wasn't like they had hurt anyone. 

 

Killian was the one who had crossed the line in his book. 

 

 

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