Faris shook his head, the dark hairs on his head becoming tousled ever so slightly as he tried to contain his strong, angry emotions. Even the cold chill of the disillusionment charm running down his spine couldn't calm all of his anger towards Jillian, who couldn't seem to take things seriously even in such dire situations. Examining himself and making sure that Jill's spell hadn't missed a spot on his body, he nodded in agreement with her statement, only to remember that Jill couldn't see him just as she couldn't see him. "Alright, let's quickly make our way out of the tent and back to our old spying position. When you get there, etch something into the tree with your wand, will you?" And with that, Faris swiftly swept out of the tent, leaves crunching under his trainers as he made his way for their destination.

Jillian nodded her head as Faris explained the plan to her, though unlike him she didn't remember that he couldn't see her, and therefore said nothing aloud. She quickly made her way over out of the tent in hurried steps, only to crash into an invisible obstacle with unexpected force. "Ow!" A sharp, powerful pain radiated from her forehead and all around her head for a moment there. "I'm not going to get anywhere if you keep getting in the way, Patino!" hissed the girl, as if Faris had purposely stood in her way just to aggravate her. Cautiously, she made her way around his presence and back into the bushes and trees from where they had been spying earlier, pulling out her wand at that moment and beginning to etch into the tree as Faris had instructed. She etched the Deathly Hallows sign (xDDD) onto the thick wood with expertise, grinning at her handiwork.

Faris made his way cautiously along, making sure not to step on piles of leaves that would crackle under his trainers and bring attention to his invisible self. He was about half-way along the clearing when something bumped into him rather fiercely. "Oof!" He placed a transparent hand over his mouth to try to shush his own words, turning to see what had hurled itself at him. Seeing nothing, his eyebrows rose before he heard none other than Jillian speak in hushed tones. "Ragazza," He shook his head, although none could see this action taking place, "Be careful."

He placed a finger to his lips to indicate to her to be quiet as he saw a student turn their way. He remembered that none could see his invisible actions and trotted along until he found a tree with the Deathly Hallows sign onto it. Making sure no one was around, he whispered, "Jill?" He threw his hands out blindly to see if he could find the invisible girl by touch, but nothing was happening.

Jillian was completely immersed in her drawing, ever the artiste (or so she liked to claim she was, but the truth was she knew how to do nothing more than doodles and break guitars). She was only snapped from her work of art when Faris called out to her, making his presence felt as his hands went all over the place. Jillian poked him with her wand. "Watch where you put those hands, Patino!" she scolded him in a hushed voice, causing a couple students passing by to turn in their direction, but they quickly turned away after seeing there was apparently no one in the bushes. "Alright, I say we go up there and pull Corpse Bride's cheap extensions off and sneak some blast-ended skrewts in Richie Rich's trousers," suggested Jillian, ever the one to just go with impulse and craziness rather than cold, calculated planning.

Faris rubbed the spot where Jillian's wand had stabbed him, biting his lip as he attempted to keep his mouth shut. "No." He finally answered. "That won't work. We need to stop the rebellion before it starts. You see?" He gestured out towards the group that contained Gingy, Taylor, and Sir Winston before realizing that Jillian couldn't see where he was referring to. "See where they're grouped? It looks like... how do you English say... the honeymoon is over for them. As for Ginger, he seems to be the only one managing to keep the students together for the revolt, or army, or... whatever. I think we need to focus our efforts on him, si?"

Jillian was, of course, completely confused when Faris gave her a 'you see?' But as he explained to her to look at the way the three loonies were standing, she was able to see his point. Gingy was definitely the one taking the lead, though with the way Winnie was looking at him so filled with envy and wrath, she wasn't sure if she and Faris really had to do much. She felt pretty confident the loonies would bring about their own demise; though it wouldn't hurt to give them a helping hand. "Alright, so we need to bring down Gingy," Jillian noted. "But look at the way Richie Rich is looking at him... I'm willing to bet he's more interested now in bringing down Gingy than wasting his time on us," she said, for once sounding a little smarter as she analyzed each character. "As for Corpse Bride, she'll just go to whichever side's winning. I say instead of going directly against Gingy, we help Richie Rich over there; y'know, so our hands are never directly in the mess and they can't keep anything against us," she suggested.

Faris scratched his chin for a moment, taking in what Jillian proposed. "Hm... that could work. The only issue is... how do we help Winston if we're invisible?" He crossed his arms over his chest, thinking hard and long and tapping his toe on the ground, putting his brains to work. Suddenly, it clicked. "I've got it!" He smirked as a metaphorical light bulb appeared over his head. "Follow my lead." Punching meekly in the direction that he thought Jillian was situation, he crunched along the ground and trusted Jillian to follow his footprints in the mud. This would be quite interesting.

Jillian shrugged as Faris wondered aloud how they could help Winnie; she hadn't gotten that far into the plan, and chances were she wouldn't unless Faris proposed the idea. Which, luckily for the both of them, he did. "Merlin Patino, you've got no charm, you know that?" hissed Jill as the boy punched her meekly to get her attention; she was teasing of course, the punch barely felt more like a tap on her arm, but leave it up to Jillian to exaggerate. Quietly and slowly, she followed the footsteps he left behind on the mud, being careful not to make any noise or bump into him again, all the while wondering what the Italian boy had up his sleeve.

Faris ignored her comments as they made their way behind a tall shrub, where Winnie was situated and fuming at both his goth girlfriend and the freckly man that was getting in his way. Clearing his throat, he began in a mystical voice, a good imitation of Winston's own nasally, purebred, British voice, "Winston... Winston... Sabotage the orange man. Sabotage the peasant." Faris had thought to act like Winnie's subconscious. The lad was such a dolt that he would probably fall for such a lame trick as the Italian boy had thought up.

Jillian's jaw dropped to the muddy and leaf-covered ground as Faris began to speak in a spooky voice. That was his great idea?! "You've got to be kidd--"

"Wha-- who's there?!" hissed Winston as he turned around sharply, disgust already twisting his pale features and filling his cold gray eyes. How did a nasty, filthy, smelly peasant manage to get so close? However, when he turned, there was no one there. His eyes widened. "Wha'... who's saying that?!" he asked, his skin so pale now it was almost translucent as he looked around himself. No one else seemed to notice his minor freak-out.

Jillian was quiet for a moment, just watching the bewildered Winston before deciding that perhaps she had doomed Faris's plan too soon. Perhaps it might actually work. She decided to join in. "Wiiinnnssstoonnn... The carrot-headed peasant is stealing your girl... you can't let it happen... you can't let it happennnnn!" Jill felt absolutely ridiculous, but the look that was taking over Winston's face was threatening to make her erupt in laughter.

Winston still looked puzzled and frightened; however, he was listening. He was listening attentively to what these mysterious voices (they sounded strangely familiar too, hmm...) were telling him. His gray eyes left the nothingness around him and returned to Gingy, narrowed and more hate-filled than ever. Jillian began to see their plan was slowly beginning to work.

"Don't let him take the power away from you Winston... you've got to stop him... you've got to stop him!"

Faris smirked as Jillian went along with the plan. The short, snobby dolt seemed to be going along with it! What an idiot. He had to keep himself from snorting and chuckling and clapped a hand over his mouth to compose his voice. After taking a moment to get himself together, he began to speak in what he considered to be a mystical voice. "Get the ginger. Get hiiiimmmm, before it's too late!" He whispered, portending doom for the blonde boy, "Get him before he turns against you and steals your soooouuuuulll!"

Sure, Faris was going a bit over the top with his acting, but the end result would turn out brilliant if Winston ruined the plans of his fellow loonies. He hadn't had this much fun in ages; at least, not since he and some ragazzos had stolen a goat from a neighbor's farm in the middle of the dark night, returning it the next day with fur that had been magically dyed magenta.

While this occured, Gingy was off gathering the recruits for the revolution against Jillian and her friends. He felt the power running through his limbs and felt mighty, as if he was invincible. With this many students on their side, he would be able to take revenge on the Italian boy, the girl in the Arctic Mermaids shirt, and the older, proper boy who always seemed to try to be a mediator. Taylor appeared next to Gingy, smacking her black-stained lips as she chewed a fresh stick of bubble gum. Her pale, bony arms were crossed over her chest as she leaned against a nearby tree, attempting to look the definition of cool as she observed Gingy and the recruits.

Winston's cold gray eyes were large as saucers and filled with pure, raw panic as Jill's and Faris's voices continued to form ideas in his pea-sized brain. Oh no… the voices were right… the ginger was stealing everything he had worked so hard for! The raccoon-like Corpse Bride, the popularity at the university… EVERYTHING! He couldn't allow this to happen, he simply couldn't allow this to continue! Not anymore!

And so, without further ado, Winston did what he could first think of to stop the carrot-headed man: he tackled him.
The short, snobby blonde boy threw himself upon the slightly taller redhead and knocked him down to the ground while Gingy had been in the middle of his speech.

"This ends here, Gingerman!" shouted a clearly out-of-his-mind Winston as he grabbed Gingy by the collar of his shirt. "A mere peasant like you won't take the glory away from the Sir Winston, you hear?! NEVER!"

Jillian's brown eyes widened to cover up her whole face as she watched Winston react to hers and Faris's ghosty voices. WHOA. Who knew their plan would be that effective?! At this rate, the loonies would end up sending themselves off to the loony bin and she and Faris and Oliver would be free once more! Life. Was. Good. Now she just needed to get front-row seats to the upcoming Arctic Mermaids concert.

Unable to control herself at this point, the invisible Jillian doubled over in laughter, far too amused by the sight of snobby little Winston rolling around on the ground with Gingy.

Now Sydney Foster could have fun and was sometimes called ditzy by some of the other Professors but she was not as dim as they thought. She had graduated Hogwarts with plenty of O.W.L's and N.E.W.T's and had gone on to one of the best Wizarding Colleges in Britian. All she had been trying to do was talk to and help out cutie Ollie here and then mean old Professor Lorcan showed up.

Professor Foster had had a bad past with this old man. Her very first term of teaching at Hogwarts she had met him at the Start-of-Term Feast where she was assigned the chair next to his. Things had gone well, ideas were discussed and past education and a coexisting relationship was in the works until Dessert. When the trays of puddings, cakes and ice cream appeared, Sydney was more than ready to dig in. She stuck a spoon into the large ice cream bowl to get some for her own and the ice cream was frozen solid. She stood up for more leverage and pushed down with all her strength...and the ice cream came loose and the whole bowl went right into Professor Lorcan's lap.

Back in the present Professor Foster's eyes had grown wide as she relived that terribe moment, she had been standing there like that for at least a minute with Lorcan and Oliver present, most likely waiting for her to talk. Oh yeah Ollie needed her! "Oh Professor Lorcan hasn't Ollie just sprouted up this past year?" she grinned nervously catching Olliver's eyes and his pleas to keep Lorcan out of it.

Professor Lorcan stared down at the blonde woman his eyes narrowing and then looked at Oliver as the comment about his height reached his ears. He wasn't sure why she was telling him this or why she seemed to think he cared he simply stared for a few seconds and then went back over to his desk and back to his papers. Catherwood wasn't off the hook for that paper, no sir.

Professor Foster giggled to herself as she watched the other Professor leave her and Oliver be. She was going to pay for that later but she liked the students better than Lorcan anyday. She turned back to the student. "Ok don't worry I can help you!" SHe then turned to look over her shoulder slightly and then began to speak loudly, projecting into the rest of the teacher's tent. "YEAH, I HEARD THAT TOO OLLIE- OLIVER" she caught herself mid-sentance. "I THINK IT WAS JUST A BIRD BUT LETS GO CHECK IT OUT!" she winked at him and then held the tent door open for him to go out into the dark evening. If she was to help him and his friends, they had to lose Lorcan.

It was hard for Faris to keep himself from laughing aloud. He doubled over, his hands on his knees as he had to hold back the wheezing the caused him to rock back and forth on his sneakered feet. "Jill," He managed to choke out, "Let's go, now! I feel the spell wearing off a bit." It was true; something felt strangely warm, as if the cold feeling from being invisible was giving way to nature. "We can go back to the tent and figure out what we're doing from there, si?" He made an inquiry, but knew that it was the only thing that they could do at this moment.

Knowing that she would be able to hear his feet crunching and along the dead leaves on the ground, Faris began to speed-walk, watching his feet as he didn't want to draw attention to himself.

In the clearing, the mood had changed from roused to a cause (that being taking down Jillian, Faris, and Oliver) to absolute hysteria. Gingy cowered, his glasses falling from his face and into the abyss while the small, surprisingly strong boy attacked him. "Help!" He cried out, shielding his face with balled-up fists as he lay flat on his back, attempting to defend himself from the psychotic, wealthy Sir Winston. What happened? Their plan was falling to pieces!

Taylor Momsen, having been reapplying her black lipstick, looked on in horror at what her current boyfriend and future boyfriend were doing. She shrieked out an inhuman cry, which garnered quite a few looks. In the back of her mind, she thought: That sounded pretty good. Maybe I can become a screamo frontwoman. Stowing that thought away, she marched over to the boys and kicked Winston with her leather boot, hard. "Get off of him! Get away from each other! What are you doing!" She threw her arms into the air melodramatically, worried that their plan to rule the students would be all for naught. The tiara that she had thought up in her mind would never be created, she would never be adored by the peasants... everything would be ruined!

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