Typically the place where pranksters go to serve time, the dungeon has been transformed into a medieval banquet complete with narrow tables in an open U-shape with stools for you to sit on while you eat and chat with friends, professors, and other ghostly companions. The tables are covered with all sorts of foods from biscuits to wilted salads to a whole roast fowl. However, if your tummy is rumbling you ought to pass on the spread before you because, as the rancid smell indicates, these disgusting delights are not for the living palate.

The Fat Friar did, at least, concede to having a water cooler and paper cups for the humans. You're welcome!

Seren was thrilllllled for the event, the ghosts had put on a good spread... minus the uhh.. actual spread, was that... lichen growing on it? A part of her wanted to investigate, but the other part of her won out. It wasn't worth the stench.

Pulling her nose up a bit, she turned away from the food and set her sights on the water cooler. It seemed an appropriate way to pass the time until the students arrived. Why they'd want to hang out here she didn't know, but she was happy to supervise nonetheless.

Fina was still unhappy with the event. Not that she didn't like the ghosts or even school spirit. Quite the contrary - she totally appreciated them. She just didn't like the moldy, rotten smell of the dungeons. But she was here to supervise.

Wrapping a scarf around her neck to cover her mouth and nose, she glanced around to see what exactly there was to offer. Broom stuff - no thanks. Vomiting relays? Spirit banner contests? The latter seemed most interesting. That and the ballot box because she was itching to know if she would be pied and needed to transfigure her clothes into older garments

Leo had mixed emotions about this spirit rally event. He was all for school spirit and he liked the house ghost’s idea of holding some rally games in the dungeons. He was not looking forward to potentially being pied or eating gross moldy food. Leo would stick it out though. He just had to remember it was for a good cause.

Entering the prank’s penitentiary in dark red robes Leo let his eyes drift over the decorations and games set up. Shuddering at the vomit relay sign he quickly glanced away. He was here to supervise. He didn't need to play too did he?

Ian saw the event posted on the house bulletin board. He decided to give it a try and see what it was about. He leaned on the stupid cane he had taken up as his hip seemed to be acting up. He didn't remember hurting himself, but he woke up this morning extremely sore in his right hip and when he jumped out of the bed, he fell immediately to the floor. He found a cane in the common room that he had seen just laying about and decided to use it since his leg wasn't cooperating. He also had passed a mirror and noted some white hairs mixed in with his red locks. It was weird. He had also noticed some strange things with the other students as well.

As he made his way into the dungeon, he walked to where he heard some sounds and voices and was almost immediately overcome with the odor. He lifted up his robe to his nose and walked over to the Librarian, Leo. He yanked on his robe sleeve and asked, What is that awful smell, Mr. Kitridge?

Adi had seen the notice on the notice board and was very much curious about this. Slowly he made his way to where the event was being held. When he finally got to the prankster's penitentiary, he wrinkled his nose in disgust. Yuck! What was that disgusting smell? Cautiously he stepped into the room. "Hi, Ian,'' he said, his voice sounding muffled because he was holding his hand hand over his nose. "Hi Mr. Kitridge! And Professors Bentley & Hadley.''

Looking past them all, Adi found the source of the stench. It was the food. Again: Yuck!

Ian heard his name and turned to see Adi. He saw Adi doing the same thing he was doing and his voice was muffled as a result. Hello, Adi! he responded through the fabric of his robe. He wondered what else was available to do, because he wasn't sure he could handle this smell much longer.

Why Hannah decided to come to this feast was beyond her. It took her an hour to make her way over here and that was ridiculous if you asked her. Her body hurt and she was pretty sure she had grey hair. She tried every kind of light to look at her hair and all she could see was grey!!! Finally making it to the feast with her hand of her hip she noticed two of her professors and two younger kids that she actually knew. What were the odds of that?

"What is that smell?" Nope, she didn't bother with greetings or anything first because she was annoyed and in pain. Standing there was a bit awkward so she succumbed to the little bit of manners that she had left. "Hello professors... Adi, and Ian." Hannah glanced at the spread and had to try not to vomit. Gross. What was the point of having that here?

The seventh year spotted Ian sporting a cane and an idea came to her. "Hey Ian... come here." Yup, she was all demanding, but Ian jumped when she told him to do things, and Hannah couldn't help but to take advantage.

Ian was standing there, trying to decide if he needed to go somewhere else when he heard his name again. Hi, Hannah he responded, trying to breathe through his mouth so he didn't have to smell the rancid food. He was doing all he could to keep his breakfast from a few hours earlier in his belly. He was so glad he didn't try to come hungry.

Hannah waved Ian over and he headed in that direction. He hobbled, with a hitch in his step but made it over without his hip giving out on him again. What's up? he asked the older girl.

The familiar voice of Hannah Lockwood caught his attention. "Hey, Hannah!'' Look at that. Adi was happy to see her. Heh. Who would have thought. "Are you okay?'' he asked. She was still moving slowly. "How's your elbow?''

And why was she calling Ian? Adi recognised the tone. That was Hannah's bossy tone. "Ian, don't...'' the second year began but too late. Ian was at Hannah's side in a split second.

Still wrinkling his nose in disgust at the food, the Puffer decided to follow Ian. His poor friend was probably going to get bossed around.

As Ian was hobbling over to Hannah, he heard Adi say something to him. He turned as he got next to hannah and made a motion of holding out his hands and his face made an expression as if he were asking a question. He was curious what Adi could want. Of course it was possible that Ian was rude by not excusing himself before leaving Adi. Ian was just happier to be closer to the door and away from the excrutiating, overwhelming odor of that 'food'.

Ian came trotting over to her just like she knew he would. Hannah looked in the direction of Adi and wondered why he was trying to stop Ian. It wasn't like Hannah was going to hex him on the spot or anything. She was playing nice-ish and didn't need any interference from Adi.

"Would you be so kind as to let me lean on you?" See, she was being nice... not that he really had a choice or anything. He would be her personal cane and he would like it. Here she was thinking that puffers were useless when really they could be very handy.

Her attention turned back to Adi. "I don't think I am getting any better." That was an understatement of the century. Still, she refused to come across as really having a problem. This would pass, she was sure of it.

Ian was close enough to Hannah that she could talk to him and she requested if she might be able to lean on Ian. Ian looked up at her and nodded. Yes. I suppose. But you might want to lean on my right side. I'm afraid if you lean on my left, we'll both take a tumble. He prepared himself to hold up both of their weights. It appeared that she was still uncomfortable and so he didn't mind lending a hand, if he could.

He heard her speak to Adi. He was a little confused by what she said, but since it wasn't directed at him, he just stood there.

Boy did she love a cooperative person. This was fantastic. "As you wish." Hannah slowly put her weight on to his right side. She didn't do so slowly out of kindness directed at Ian, but rather because slow was the only speed that she was moving at lately.

Hannah glanced back at Adi to see if he would say something. She was playing nice and so what if she was using Ian? Hmmm... she was feeling thirsty and wondered if it would be too much to ask him to fetch her a water?

Adi watched in amazement as Ian allowed Hannah to lean on him. Hmph! Clearly his fellow Badger did knot know Hannah's way. But he decided against saying anything but only because he knew things were going on with the Slytherin girl. "That's too bad,'' he said instead. He himself wasn't feeling to well. He was starting to feel very grumpy lately, which was strange not to mention his slow movements were driving him mad. "Have you seen the Healer?''

Adi turned to Ian and gave him a can't you see she's using you? look. "What's wrong with your left side, Ian?'' He was very curious.

So Adi managed to keep his comments to himself, and Hannah was appreciative of that. They had just made up, and she didn't want to have to get into another argument with him so soon. Hannah knew what her little puff was thinking in that head of his. "Tell me about it!" It was getting old and fast. Hannah just hoped that the same could not be said for her.

"I haven't yet." She probably should, but she still was hoping that she would wake up and that everything would be dandy. Only time would tell, but for the time being she was just going to suck it up and pretend this wasn't happening to her.

Ian kind of watched Hannah as she slowly put her weight on him. It didn't seem like she could really move any faster. Soon however, her and Adi were in a conversation that didn't really seem to include him. That was ok. It just meant he didn't have to answer his own questions at the moment. She wasn't leaning on him too much and so he didn't have to show much effort to keep them both up.

It was then that Adi decided to ask about his side. Ummm...Ian began. He had to think a little, and he scratched his head some and felt a little more hair come away with his hand. It was odd, but still he didn't think much of it. Maybe the water was doing something to his hair, when he bothered to bathe. Nothing, I don't think. Maybe I just slept on it wrong.

Caleb was not really looking forward to going down to the dungeons. Despite LIVING in the dungeons, being a Slytherin and all, he kind of wanted to AVOID the detention part of the dungeons. Although this didn't really count right? Since it was a party and such, yes?

Caleb was not in the mood for games. He had a headache and was only here to appear social. He decided to check out the food, and was disappointed to find that there was NOTHING there for a living person. Except water. Cool, Caleb could get that in the BATHROOM. Ugh. So much for having at least SOMETHING to look forward to at this party.

Well, at least there was Adi! HI ADI! Caleb grinned and headed over to his Hufflepuff friend, who was talking to another Puffer and some girl who was using said boy as a leaning post or something. "Hey there Adi! Good summer?" he asked. They hadn't had a chance to chat since they got back...

Whoa. Dude was losing HAIR. He wrinkled his eyebrows and looked at the locks of hair that fell to the ground as the guy talked.

"Um, dude. You might want to...not do that," he said as he watched the hair hit the floor. That was weird. Come to think of it, he'd seen a few kids with weird hair around here lately. Was there something in the food causing premature gray hair??

Mitchell was kind of really confused. "The dungeons aren't really... the best place for a party. It's... smelly." Really smelly. In fact, there was a face that was forming on the American's face.

Which, he recovered from remembering the presence he was in.

"It's cold down here. Are you alright?" Just to be sure. He asked her to come with him. It was the least he could do to make sure she was okay.

Right. Now. What were they supposed to do?

Ah yes. There was the familiar Hannah attitude. Adi was not one bit surprised. Just because the two of them got along now doesn't mean he could expect her to be fully nice to him. He seriously doubted she could go long without being mean. See? She couldn't boss him around anymore or tell him stupid stuff so she had replaced him with Ian. Adi shook his head. Hannah needed friends not minions or whatever. "I think you should,'' he muttered. "You're obviously worse than you had been at the Lake.'' He felt sorry for her.

"You should probably go too, Ian if that side of yours doesn't get better,'' he said and to his horror some of Ian's hair part way with his head. Adi gaped. He knew some persons had this problem lately but he had not gotten used to it. So for now he was just staring, speechless.

Summer? The word penetrated his head. Who was asking about summer? Mouth still open, Adi shifted his head. Oh! It was Caleb. "Hi, Caleb,'' he greeted, not totally recovered from what he had just seen. "Erm Summer was great. Quiet but great.'' He managed a smile. "How's everything going with you?'' Inflicted with any of these weird symptoms?

Huh? Might not want to do what? Adi's eyes followed Caleb's. It was Ian's hair on the ground. Obviously his Slytherin friend had noticed. Poor Ian.

Marigold still wasn't sure why she was at a PEP THING with MITCHELL PHILLIPS. Strange things. But she was there and she decided she might as well enjoy herself, yeah? Turning to Mitch, she nodded. "I think the ghosts organized the party, so that would explain it." Right? "Wait, ghosts can't smell, right?" Confusing ghosts.

She was touched by his show of concern. "I'm good, thanks," she said, smiling. Nice eyes, Farmer Boy.

Lucas had got stepped into the dungeons when the dank, gross smell of.. rancid food engulfed him.

He coughed. And then coughed again. EW. Who on earth had DECIDED that this place would be a good location for PEP? Spirit was the only thing lacking, what with the ten thousand types of bacteria down here.

He made a face and then spotted Adi and a bunch of kids.. watching a boy without hair.

Um.

"You right, mate?" he asked the boy [Ian] and then smiled a little at Adi. "What kind of party is this?" An AWFUL one. Gross.

She was content with sipping her water, and waiting.. but company would be appreciated.

Seren found herself grinning as she heard footsteps echo through the dungeons, heading in her direction.



She was sorely disappointed though as two of her colleagues joined her... and failed to acknowledge her. Merlin, she wasn't a wallflower! she wasn't a ghost! And yet they seemed to see right past her, or through her. Hhhhhhmmmpphhh!

Never mind, perhaps she didn't want to talk to them anyway... they were both party poopers anyway. Definitely lacking some spirit.

Seren opted to ignore them in return, bouncing on the balls of her feet she continued to sip sip sip her water. She'd need a refill soon.



At least the students had some manners, or at least, Adi did. "Hello dear," she greeted with a grin. "I hope you're not hungry..." because water was all they really had. She spared the buffet a side glance.



The smell was horrendous, to be true, but somehow she was slowly getting used to it. Somehow. As Hannah entered, Seren caught the girls question. "Ghost food," she offered, just to clarify... it was not for them.

"Welcome to the penitentiary," she added by way of greeting.

See! Now fun could ensue... mmhhmm.

Mitchell nodded. "Makes sense." he said with a thoughtful nod. "No." he said lowering his voice. "They can't. They can't eat either." Sad. It was incredibly sad. Mitchell would hate not being able to eat. "I guess I won't offer you any of that." He looked around to see if there was anything safe to eat. "There's a water cooler. Thirsty?"

He nodded. "Okay. Lemme know if that changes."