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Post by MAEVE THORNE on May 25, 2024 16:26:21 GMT -5
Not soon enough indeed. She found it unacceptable that it had taken the adults so long to react - to her, it felt like the chaos had gone on for ages before Burke descended from the High Table. Only three of them were doing anything so far; were all the others affected by the venom? It would be disappointing if she couldn't turn McEvoy in directly to Channing. The Head of Slytherin could arrange some fearsome detentions. Smith would also be a suitable option, nasty as he was. Most other professors were too soft, and would not punish the culprit - or culprits - adequately.
"If I-- If I begin to float-- I ask that...you ground me."
The request must have caused quite an internal struggle for Julian. While he had never vocalised his dislike of physical contact to her, she had noted the way he tensed up when someone got too close. Maeve knew there were multiple reasons for it, and she could relate to this aversion. Being touched, even for an embrace, was not something she enjoyed - although she always concealed her agitated inner state and displayed the appropriate degree of warmth when such situations occurred. "I shall," she promised. The response came without an interruption of near-laughter, prompting her to test a longer statement. She needed to regain coherence if she wanted to successfully implicate McEvoy. "And if I am the one to start--" No, the idea was still irksomely amusing. The seventh-year had to take a second to squash the feeling. "--to start floating, I ask that you do the same favour for me."
If she did take off, her plans would be shattered. Her mind was becoming clearer now, though; hopefully, that meant levitation would not occur... Unless she got stung again. She could not leave her cover until most - or preferably all - of the Billywigs were neutralised.
To keep her mind occupied and test her returning mental acuity, the seventh-year focused on studying the professors who seemed not to have been stung. One of them would have to be told about the perpetrator of this tasteless joke. Burke was a terrible option - he was firm but patient, his gentle teaching methods and unwillingness to punish students making him unsuitable for her purpose. She couldn't remember him ever deducing house points for misbehaviour, and could only recall a handful of cases where he put a student in detention. Laurent, while also soft and sickeningly sweet, had at least given detention during her very first lesson. That meant she could be considered, but she was only an associate professor. Maeve's gaze paused on Lauren. She had only been in one of his lessons - back when he was substituting for Smith. His personality was, for the most part, a mystery to her. Sometimes she thought she could sense a capacity to be strict or even harsh, but then he would cancel it out with warm smiles and humour. Still, he was the best option out of the ones she currently had. Even if he failed to hand out sufficient punishment, at least she could study him closer and gain more information on how his mind worked.
She could see that most of the insects had already been immobilised or killed. Soon enough, some faculty member would call for order and start sending everyone back to their dormitories - and then it would be too late. Maeve took slow, deep breaths as she painstakingly constructed a plan of action that would, under normal circumstances, come to her without much thought being needed. She did not want to use hearsay alone, or involve Julian at all - he would not appreciate being pushed into the spotlight, especially while suffering from Billywig venom. McEvoy's wand contained proof of whatever spell he had used to unleash the insects. The wand had to be obtained before he could leave the Great Hall or cast another spell. It also needed to be delivered to Lauren, whom she had chosen to dole out the punishment. Her blue eyes traced the path she had to take; about fifteen steps to where McEvoy sat, then some fifteen more to the Muggle Studies professor. The information she had to provide him with was already queued in her mind, and she was starting to rehearse it.
It was time to act. Mindful of Julian's predicament, she aimed at a nearby pillar. "Incarcerous." Thick, easily grippable ropes shot out of her wand and entwined the stone structure. She had conjured them on the first try, too - her spellcasting ability was coming back. "If you begin floating, use these to keep yourself grounded. Fumus." The smoke screen was refreshed, providing additional safety. Her movement could attract the insects to Julian's location, and she did not wish him to get stung due to some failure on her part.
Another deep breath. And one more. Maeve stepped out of the smoke, her eyes locked on the Muggleborn scum. She knew where he kept his wand - she had seen it sticking out of his robe pocket multiple times, showing a lack of care and respect for the conduit of magic. Such disregard for the instrument he did not even deserve to possess... Moving swiftly, she closed the distance in a beeline, heedless of potentially getting stung. The wand was sticking out of McEvoy's left pocket, as she knew it would be. Without breaking her stride, the former Seeker snatched it as she was passing, the motion swift and fluid - so much easier than capturing the Snitch.
A dozen more steps, and she had reached Lauren. "Professor, I believe this wand-- belongs to the culprit," she stated, holding out the piece of dogwood and neglecting to mention how she came to possess it. "Observe. Prior Incantato." Pointing her own wand at McEvoy's, she forced out the echo of his last spell. A silvery image of a cage with its lock hanging open formed in the air, for everyone to see. She analysed the image for a moment, coming to a conclusion with little difficulty. "If we search the Great Hall, we should find a-- cage like that - it must have held the Billywigs. This is-- McEvoy's wand, sir. He may have had an accomplice," she stated, handing the wand over to Lauren. Although her speech was not at its usual effortless fluency, she managed to provide the evidence in a coherent manner. Her job was done; it was now up to Lauren what to do with the information.
Post by HEIRANS BAUGMARTNER on May 26, 2024 4:57:15 GMT -5
Heirans was enjoying the Halloween feast, visibly satisfied after having tasted the best. To tell the truth, Heeirans always liked to try different dishes where there was plenty of varieties. The boy was amazed at how many there were, and the dishes! There were hundreds of types, and that he loved. He had never eaten as much as he does today, and so he was quite stuffed. His body relaxed, his hands covering his abdomen. That meant he would have to go back to his diet and continue with constant training. He didn’t care, he was really used to vegetables, which was part of his daily meal. Only twice a week he had the exception of not following his rigorous diet and could eat whatever he wanted. He stared around, curiously observing the decorations.
Everything seemed quiet until hell broke out. Suddenly something started, one student began to float through the air, another was laughing without stopping for no reason. That seemed a little suspicious. His instinct as prefect quickly appeared, quickly recomposing and observing all the chaos. Some students were stung by the billywigs, Heirans quickly recognized the effects. He was surprised to see Calvin chasing one “This boy is crazy.” muttered, brandishing his wand as he was prepared to defend the situation. Instead of standing quiet, Heirnas moved at full speed, running through the Great Dining Room while using the wand, performing some “Petrificus totalus!” shouted, watching a light strike a billywig that quickly fell to the ground. He smiled for a second and continued running, dodging them.
Heirans at first was surprised to see that the professors were not reacting, maybe they had been a little paralyzed and try to understand the situation? He looked at Levi who was floating , he quickly tried to help him down “Are you okay, Levi?” asked, having to jump the table and drag him to make sure he was on ground “I will try to fix this.” promised the prefect. He was helping a couple of students and then he finally saw the professors, who were trying to handle the situation. Heirans stared for a few seconds at Dom who was laughing, earning a roll of eyes from the boy. A prank was one thing... But this? It had gotten out of hand, and you could see how the Ravenclaw was upset, so upset that his face was reddening to contain all the frustration. He met with the professors who had interfered it and Maeve, trying to offer what he had discovered about this.
He was not surprised to hear that Maeve had accused Dom of being the culprit. Having used his photographic memory to collect everything he knew, he was never wrong. He stared at the wand that Maeve had given as proof “Yes, it’s Don’s.” he confirmed, and noticed that Maeve seemed... to sound different? He approached with a worried expression “Are you all right? Have you been stung?” he asked, placing a hand on her shoulder. He groaned “And I wonder where Bastian is. Have you seen him?” he asked Maeve, she probably wouldn’t know. He and Maeve had not interacted much, but both had the duties in common, being prefect and she headgirl. Then at that time, Heirans received a stung, moving his arm to the intrusive movement “I am visibly upset. And not just because I can’t find my Bastian!” he exclaimed.
Post by RAFE LAUREN on May 26, 2024 7:13:13 GMT -5
The addition of the Transfiguration associate provided much welcomed support along side a few other perfects as well as the Head Girl to their aid. Though admirable, the students risked their own well being to try and help others. Rafe took a mental note of who had aided in the situation before finding himself having subdued a large amount of Billywigs and to his surprise, a student too.
" Miss Burke. " He greeted rolling his eyes as the situation unfolded. He could theoretically understand why Thalia had been all giddy and full of laughter however Rafe was not interested in such things. He was able to tie Thalia down to a near by chair through the use of the ropes already conjured. The difficult here was that she continued to float. To solve this minor problem, Rafe went on ahead and placed a couple of goblets on the chair to try and weigh her down before waving Mr.Baugmartner to his assistance. " Heirans, I'll ask that you either keep Miss Burke grounded or assist her toward the hospital wing. "
He ignored his question about something called a Bastien and focused purely now on what the Head Girl had to offer. " Fantastic work." Rafe praised at the girl's ability to cast the spell without an inch of a whim to it. More so, he was rather impressed at how she was able to find the culprit if not one of them involved in this scenario. In the distance, Rafe could see Don approaching them. He quickly reached out an arm to Grab Don's clothing so as to hold him in place.
"Mr. McEvoy!" Rafe greeted with a stoic expression on his face if anything, one of frustration. " A young man like you seems far to happy with this situation. Take a seat. " The silvery image of the cage still lingered nearby before he pointed his own wand at the image before looking back at Don. " Look familiar? " He questioned before staring at the boy's eyes with his piercing blue eyes. " Were you alone with this or did you have an accomplice? "
Post by ROSE WEASLEY on May 28, 2024 22:11:07 GMT -5
Rose has been in such a state of bliss, enjoying her state of weightlessness, that she hadn’t even been paying attention to much of the chaos going on around her. That is, until she began hearing spells being cast left and right. She looked over, still laughing enthusiastically, to see multiple professors working to stop the swarm of billywigs. She knew it was only a matter of time before the fun had to end, but she was a bit disappointed that the professors had intervened so quickly, at least from her perspective.
She glanced over to the Slytherin table, hoping to catch Don’s eye, but he seemed to be vacating his spot. Possibly looking to leave the Great Hall in case they were to be caught? The idea seemed ludicrous to Rose at the time. There were no witnesses, there was nothing to tie them to the cages or the billywigs. The plan was foolproof!
That was when she noticed a little group congregating near the Slytherin table. The Muggle Studies professor, the Head Girl, and another Prefect from what she could tell. She supposed they were probably just trying to find a plan to stop the remaining insects flying around, or assist the students currently floating. Her attention was distracted momentarily when she noticed Thalia Burke tied down to the table to prevent her from levitating, the sight alone sending her into hysterics. When she managed to focus back on the group, she noticed Don had now joined them, and Professor Lauren was pointing to a silvery shape in the air that Rose recognized in an instant. The cages.
But how? How had they caught Don? She would have to figure that out later. At that moment, she needed to help Don, whether by giving him an alibi, or by joining him in culpability. There was no way she would let him go down alone for this. Of course that was easier said than done, as she was still levitating. She began frantically waving her arms and legs as if she was swimming through the air, slowly but surely moving her trajectory towards the Slytherin table, all the while laughing at her own wild body movements.
“Don!” She called loudly in between giggles, hoping to grab his attention, as well as that of the group currently interrogating him. “Don! Domhnall McEvoy! Oy!” She struggled a bit more before realizing swimming in air was much harder than swimming in water. “Care to help a girl out?” She reached her hand out towards him with a giggle, hoping he would get the hint to pull her closer to his little congregation, fully intending to use her current debilitation to their advantage.
Post by DOMHNALL MCEVOY on May 29, 2024 9:09:02 GMT -5
Just as Don was starting to believe that they would get away with it, he sensed someone sweep past him and felt his wand being pulled out of his pocket. He instinctively tried to grab it, but the movement came a fraction of a second too late and all he grasped was thin air. Rising from his seat, he turned to follow the thief. Her red hair and confident gait were familiar; he recognised his former captain, who also happened to be the current Head Girl. This wasn't good. If Thorne was acting so boldly, she must have some inkling of who was behind the chaos. Would the wand somehow serve to prove his involvement? And how on Earth could she know he had anything to do with it in the first place? He had been careful not to sit anywhere near a Prefect or any other authority figure...
There was nothing for it but to go after the seventh-year - he couldn't just forsake his wand and flee now. Before he could reach her, however, she approached a professor and cast some unfamiliar spell that caused his wand to produce an image of the cage. Don hesitated, his mind working feverishly as he tried to think of an explanation for it that could deny his guilt. He heard Thorne accusing him, and even mentioning a possible accomplice. It took a whole lot of effort to keep his usual innocently amused expression on his face as he finally joined her and Professor Lauren... only to be grabbed by his clothes and told to take a seat. He endeavoured to look mildly confused and even shocked at such treatment as he sunk down onto a bench.
"Too happy, sir? Everyone is laughing here and I'm just smiling... so if anything, I look despondent in comparison." He wasn't going to confess to anything, not until some undeniable proof was produced. Lying probably wouldn't increase his punishment that much, and in the best-case scenario it would even save him. His gaze obediently moved to the image Lauren was pointing out. "Yes, that looks like a regular box or a chest to me," he responded, purposefully misunderstanding the question.
"Were you alone with this or did you have an accomplice?"
The fourth-year kept a bewildered expression on his face, resolving not to look in Rose's direction. "An accomplice in what, sir?" It probably wasn't going to convince anyone - finding one of the cages that matched the silvery image would be sufficiently incriminating, and his whole act was based on the slim hope that nobody would search. Nonetheless, it gave him time to think about how best to proceed, and how to prevent Rose from getting caught--
"Don!"
He experienced the weirdest of feeling - his heart seemed to both rise and sink at the same time. This was possibly the worst time for Rose to approach - she could betray her own involvement just by associating with him right now... Yet he couldn't bring himself to feel upset about her presence. The boy moved his eyes away from the adult and the two almost-adults to watch the Gryffindor swimming through the air toward him. Allowing his face to light up - showing concern would be a terrible slip-up - he stood up from his seat and gallantly reached out a hand to catch hers. Pulling her closer, into the space between himself and Lauren with the two Prefects, he appeared to momentarily lose balance and had to compensate by briefly putting his hand on her waist to steady himself. "Oops, sorry about that," he chuckled while his fingers slipped into Rose's pocket, deftly retrieving her wand and pushing it into the sleeve of his sweater. There was just enough space between his wrist and the bend of his elbow to keep it safely tucked, and the long sleeve of his robe concealed it even further. Nobody would be appropriating her wand and using it against her, the way they did his. It shouldn't be difficult to convince people she had left it somewhere. Students forgot to take their wands to class all the time, and this was a feast - nobody was even supposed to do any spellcasting here.
Unwilling to let Rose stay between himself and the Muggle Studies Professor, who was prepared to handle the suspects harshly, the boy continued turning and moving her through the air until she was floating outside the prosecution circle, a little behind him. "It seems I'm being accused of causing all this mayhem. Can you believe that?" he informed her with a grin, still holding her hand.
ooc: Received permission from Mel to steal Rose's wand. The action of taking the wand was concealed from everyone's eyes, though Rose could have felt it.
Post by MAEVE THORNE on May 30, 2024 20:00:42 GMT -5
The Ravenclaw Perefct's concern was quite unwelcome. Maeve did not want people to take note of the pauses in her speech as she struggled to maintain control of her mental state. "I am fine. I was stung once," she responded curtly, taking her eyes away from Professor Lauren to glance at Baugmartner. He seemed oddly desirous of participating in the hunt for the culprits, but was incapable of keeping his mind on the issue at hand for any length of time. She knew who Bastion was, though she couldn't understand why the Ravenclaw was suddenly crooning for his company - in the middle of a serious discussion. Did he get stung just now, was that what caused him to be so offbeat? It was probably best if he took himself elsewhere, then. "You might want to search for him at the Hufflepuff table," she suggested helpfully.
Although approaching Lauren had been a slight risk - given his unknown nature - Maeve was not disappointed. When her attention returned to the man, she found that he had already taken control of the situation and apprehended McEvoy. Of course, a confession wasn't forthcoming - yet. She considered trying to summon the cage portrayed in the silvery image, but the chances of her spell failing were too high. A charm like that required focus and control - she currently had very little of either.
With the Weasley girl joining them, the scene at hand became even more intriguing. Why was this Gryffindor approaching them now, after seeing McEvoy get seized by a professor? Weasley could simply be too giddy to read the situation... or perhaps she was just sharp enough to understand it correctly. If McEvoy had an accomplice, they could be expected to try and help him now. "Sir, it might be a good idea to test potential suspects' wands the same way." Lauren's interpretation of the scene in front of them had to be similar to hers; Weasley drew suspicion to herself by choosing to show up now, though accusing her without a more substantial proof might not be a good idea.
Post by THALIA BURKE on May 31, 2024 20:50:55 GMT -5
Getting tied to a piece of furniture with ropes was the most uproarious experience Thalia had ever had. Her belly was aching from laughter by the time Professor Lauren finished placing the last of the counterweights on the chair. "I wasn't-- going to-- go anywhere-- I swear." Except maybe up. That would have been fun, but down here it was also pretty entertaining.
She didn't really want to be towed away from here, especially not to the Hospital Wing. It was so dull there. Glancing at the Ravenclaw Prefect whom the Muggle Studies professor assigned to be her keeper, she wondered if the fun was about to end. Maybe it wouldn't. The Hospital Wing might be dull, but the trip there could be phenomenally enjoyable. For now, she was able to speak without giggling. "You could use these ropes to lead me, like I'm a balloon," she suggested to the sixth-year, beaming happily at the idea. That would be almost like flying.
Post by RAFE LAUREN on May 31, 2024 21:45:40 GMT -5
With one student apprehended by Rafe, investigations began to occur on whom and how this scene was executed under the watchful eyes of the teaching staff. To an extent, it was somewhat admirable just how much organisation was utilised to keep something like this under wraps until this very night. Naturally, as a member of the teaching staff, this was something he wouldn't be able to share vocally with the students as it might encourage them to do something similar.
His eyes flashed back and forth between McEvoy and Thorne. He glanced once more at the silvery image of the cage and over to the wand. " Is this not your wand McEvoy?" He questioned once more hoping his stern and stoic facial expressions would help the boy speak truth. " The spell Miss Thorne had just used reveals the most recent spell the wand had cast. " He finally explained before taking a deep breath in before locking his blue eyes onto Don's. " So it's curious as to why you had used this spell don't you think? " He asked before smirking slightly.
He simply ignored the boy's comments. In the eyes of Rafe, the boy was as good as guilty. To prove his point, Rafe swirled his wand in the air causing the cage to summon toward him. " Look familiar?" He asked as he grabbed the cage and placed it on the ground just next to Maeve. He clocked an eyebrow up as he waited for Don's reply which so happened to be interrupted by a Gryffindor girl. " Ah. There it is." He said as noticed the giggly Gryffindor girl. " Miss Weasley."
He was about to speak again when Maeve Boldy made a statement to which he agreed too. " It seems Miss Thorne has reasons to believe that you were involved in the execution of this attack. " He stated before holding his hand out. " I need to examine your wand." He stated before looking over to her. "Now." He handed over responsibility of Miss Burke over to Heirans as his focus now was purely on the accused.
Post by ROSE WEASLEY on May 31, 2024 22:23:23 GMT -5
Rose let out a small “Weeee!” as Don pulled her closer to the Slytherin table, causing herself to cackle with laughter. Everything was just so much more amusing under the influence of the Billywig stings; she could understand why Australian youths would seek them out for fun. Of course it also made taking anything seriously a bit more difficult.
Her laughter was cut short for a moment as Don tripped and grabbed her waist for support, before quickly returning in the form of a nervous laughter at the current proximity with her friend. She could feel her face warm as he grabbed her wand out of her pocket and slipped it away. She looked towards his face, trying to catch his eyes to silently question his actions, but the moment was over so quickly she didn’t really have a chance before he kept spinning her around to settle behind him.
“What?!” She responded incredulously to Don’s announcement, her current laughter only aiding in selling the absurdity of such a statement. “A model student such as you?!” She couldn’t help the fit of giggles at that sentence. “I demand to see proof for such an accusation, good sir!” She demanded through laughter, pointing towards the accusatory group with a mock serious face.
Glancing back towards the Professor and Head Girl, as if waiting for their proof, she now noticed the physical cage next to them, as well as Don’s wand in Professor Lauren’s hand. So that’s how they found out about the cages. The proof was all there, clear as day, causing Rose’s mind to race with what options the pair now had to get away unscathed. Unfortunately, her arrival seemed to also place suspicion on herself, and with that came the realization of why Don had confiscated her wand. He was trying to protect her. The gesture was sweet, but Rose was nothing if not loyal to her friends.
“I’m sorry Professor, I can’t give you my wand right now. Because it seems you are already holding it,” she said, pointing to Don’s wand in his hand. At the very least she hoped this would throw them for a loop, and at worst, well, they would go down swinging as a pair. No way she would let Don take the fall for her. A captain always went down with the ship, after all.
Post by DOMHNALL MCEVOY on Jun 1, 2024 8:45:00 GMT -5
There was no way for him to answer the question he read on Rose's face - not even with a wink or a conspiratorial eyebrow wag, since that could have been seen by the onlookers. He simply maintained the half-amused, half-nonplussed expression while looking into her eyes and willing her to just go along with it. Professor Lauren had just summoned one of the cages, which made it near-impossible for them both to get out of this without lengthy detention and a letter to their parents. One would have to take the fall, and Don was already on his way down; he didn't want to drag Rose along, no matter how much he enjoyed her company.
"So it's curious as to why you had used this spell don't you think?"
"I think it's more curious that Miss Thorne is allowed to take someone's wand just like that," he noted, using the only path of deflection that he could see. It wasn't a particularly helpful one. Had his wand not betrayed him by revealing that last spell, pointing an accusing finger at the Head Girl and playing a victim of theft might have been an effective tactic. Now, however, it was merely another way to stall for time.
While he was trying to derail the conversation, the accusers turned their sights on Rose. They wanted to examine her wand, but they wouldn't be getting it. He got to feel proud about that for about two seconds before the Gryffindor smashed his heroic plan of self-sacrifice into pieces. He blinked as he tried to find a way to mend it quickly. Since the wand had just been taken out of his pocket by an authority figure, the lie wouldn't get them far. And even if the accusers were somehow miraculously convinced, Don wouldn't let his closest friend receive the punishment alone. Best to play it off as Rose being disoriented due to the Billywig venom.
"Seems like someone got stung a few times too many," he observed, giving Rose's hand a light squeeze in hopes of conveying his resolution. They already caught him, probably because he didn't check who was sitting near him carefully enough. She could still get away with it, possibly, if only she stopped trying to save him. It felt wrong to oppose whatever plan she thought she had, but Don decided to block her way swiftly before she could incriminate herself further. "That is my wand, yes," he finally confirmed, looking back to Professor Lauren.
Post by RAFE LAUREN on Jun 3, 2024 14:48:28 GMT -5
The two suspects were already being treated suspiciously by Rafe and if that wasn't enough, Rose's attitude toward the whole thing and trying to play it out like she was some innocent victim wasn't helping with the matter either. A deep sigh escaped his mouth as he watched yet another student float by him leaving much to desire in terms of happiness. By now, his meal had gotten cold and their feast was ruined so some would say. Rafe, along with the assistance of a few other staff members were already getting fed up with trying to assist children.
" McEvoy." Rafe responded looking down at the wand he was holding as his eyes examined it from a close distance. " This is your wand Miss Weasley?" He asked as he pointed his own wand to the one he was holding causing it to levitate slightly in the air " Unless you care for the thoughts of your fellow house mates in your grade let alone house..." He began to speak as he took a step back and glanced over toward her locking his icy blue eyes with hers. " I implore you to speak the truth. " McEvoy had been present in Rafe's teaching of wand lore for History of Magic. If there was one thing if at all anything, they could of gotten out of it, it would of been the fact that McEvoy had a unique type of wood to his wand.
Unfortunately for Miss Weasley, her little lie had some loop holes. He glanced back over to Don's statement about how Maeve was able to obtain a wand that wasn't hers to which he simply ignored as again, he was as good as guilty and soon, Miss Weasley would be the same. " You could only imagine how much house points will be deducted and detention you'll be facing and to add to that, you'll have to clean up this mess you've made." He stated with his teeth gritted down speaking through his teeth. " Without magic." He added as he clenched his fist causing some of his knuckles to crack.
" If there's one thing I can't stand, it's someone that tells a lie. At the risk of a further 5 house points being deducted... " He paused for a second before looking at the two of them. " The truth and don't give me some fabricated lie. McEvoy's wand happens to be made of Dogwood which was something that was covered in our History of Magic class. Perhaps you remember McEvoy considering you were one of the few if not only person to hold a Dogwood wand in the class? " He paused for a second as he waited for their reply.
Post by OLIVIA MULCIBER on Jun 6, 2024 6:21:59 GMT -5
It took Olivia a while to get the giggles under control. By then, Julian had already disappeared into a cloud of smoke, and his luckless victim seemed to have recovered from the physical trauma - if not from the confusion caused by it. She completed her journey to the end of the Slytherin table, emerging into the open space at around the same time when the adult voices cut through the laughter with various incantations.
Propelling herself forward with wild swimming motions, she moved away from the professors before one of them could decide to try and bring her back to the ground. Only when she felt relatively safe did she turn around, with enormous effort and a lot of hand flapping. Some students were being lowered from lofty heights with the help of ropes, which brought about another bout of giggles for Olivia. Chaos still reigned. Hogwarts truly lacked any sort of discipline... Her parents were going to be furious when they heard about this feast!
Post by PRESTON BURKE on Jun 6, 2024 6:47:01 GMT -5
Slowly but steadily, the threat was being removed. Most of the Billywigs were gone, and each successful spell neutralised some more of the insects. However, that did not help in dealing with the aftereffects of their stings. About half of the students appeared to be suffering at least some of the symptoms.
Preston turned to Rafe, in order to discuss a possible plan for calming everyone down. He found the Muggle Studies professor to be busy with a group of students, pointing at a cage placed on the ground and its transparent copy hovering in the air. It looked like the culprits might have been caught - or the suspects, at least. Deciding not to intervene in what already looked like a chaotic interaction, he thought of someone else who might be able to offer insight.
The school Healer might know of some remedy to counter the Billywig venom effects, or at least have a potion that could pacify the afflicted students. Pointing his wand toward the door, he produced a silvery Demiguise that streaked out of the Great Hall and headed to the Hospital Wing. The patronus would inform Roxanne of what had transpired at the feast, and ask for her aid in managing the sting victims.
Post by ROSE WEASLEY on Jun 6, 2024 13:13:49 GMT -5
Rose actually found herself at a loss for words, the whole situation quite sobering, despite her current condition. Professor Lauren had well and truly caught them, or well had at the very least caught Don, and there was no way to convince him otherwise. Don himself seemed quite adamant that he would be taking the blame for the whole thing, still concealing her wand while playing off her admission as just a trick of the Billywig venom. That simply would not do. She refused to let him take the fall, particularly when it was her idea to begin with. Why should he be the only one to get punished? How would he even explain where he got the Billywigs?
The typically quite relaxed and jovial Professor seemed on the edge of his patience, demanding an explanation from the two of them. Rose squeezed Don’s hand still holding hers, flashing him a quick smile before letting go and wiggling herself around her bodyguard, closer to the Professor. She knew what she had to do. “Alright, you’ve got us Professor. Lock us up and throw away the key,” she declared, holding out her arms as if waiting to be shackled, struggling to stifle her giggling during the supposedly serious moment. Even though she was turning herself in, it didn't mean she wouldn’t have a bit of fun. She was still feeling the effects of the Billywig venom after all.
“It was all my idea. I roped Don in, so if anyone should be punished, it’s me.” Despite the fact that they were both caught, she was still trying to find a way to lessen Don’s punishment. He was her friend, after all, and she felt guilty for dragging him into this situation. What if his parents pulled him out of school due to this? She knew his parents didn’t fully approve of the magical school, and worried such a large infraction would cause them to rethink their decision to send him to Hogwarts. “You must admit though, Professor, everyone seems to be having a good time,” she presented as an argument, waving towards all the laughing and smiling students, hoping to lessen their punishment. “And isn’t Halloween all about pranks after all?”
Post by MAEVE THORNE on Jun 7, 2024 11:25:39 GMT -5
The charade McEvoy and Weasley were putting up wasn't convincing enough. Nothing could persuade Maeve of her housemate's innocence at this point, and Professor Lauren probably wouldn't be swayed, either - not after seeing the image of the Muggleborn's last spell. She didn't care as much about the Gryffindor girl getting or not getting punished, since no resentment had yet gathered towards her yet. This prank would certainly be the first cause for personal dislike, however - should the third-year's guilt be proven.
Seeing that Professor Lauren was handling matters expertly, she remained silent and observed. Although the two youngsters tried to confound him with feeble lies about their wands, it didn't take him long to force a confession out of Weasley via the combined use of threats and tenacity. That was done, then - the culprits were identified... Unless there were more than these two; possible, but not probable.
It had been a good decision to choose the Muggle Studies professor for the task of apprehending the pranksters. True, Channing was more intimidating on average, but the contrast between Lauren's usual mild manners and his currently displayed annoyance produced a commendable effect. Now it only remained to be seen what type of punishment would be doled out. How strict would he be? Lacking any interest in the House Cup competition, she hoped that a significant amount of house points would be taken. It would make those who did care about Slytherin's victory despise McEvoy even more; Weasley might receive some hatred from her housemates as well, though Gryffindors didn't seem to be nearly as vengeful.