Originally Posted by Bellanina

Anastasia was confused the sleep was getting to her, maybe it wasn't him of course she didn't exactly see him throw the dungbomb so it could have been someone else. Right? Her lack of sleep could be playing with her head. And the smell! So foul who would be hallucinating.

However he was the only one in the hallway when she looked over, who else would it be?

Look what a bit of extra studying can do to one.

Anastasia had a strong feeling it was him, a matter of fact she new it was him but how could she get him to confess in front of the prefect.
"Look I don't mean to blame this on anyone, but there was no one else around here you were the one sneaking around.." Anastasia said in a calm voice. She had managed to calm down and was going to get to the bottom of this in a calm manner.. or at least try.

Originally Posted by imaginarynumb3rs

Having been around Iris's group often enough to understand Jimbo-lango (though not long enough, to, obviously, understand other aspects of the Slytherin boy), Wesley translated his question without even blinking. "Of course," she answered, mirroring Jimbo's own confused face, "Iris and I've been friends since our first year. Why do you ask?"

Really; it was an incredibly out-of-place question to ask. First because they were talking about dungbombs, and secondly, because he knew the answer. "Are you feeling okay?" Wesley reached out a small hand, stepping on her tiptoes to touch his forehead ... needless-to-say, she was off by a good couple inches feet.

Struggling to check his temperature, the sixth year mentally urged him to bend over, but then -

Huffie Prefect?

For the first time, Wesley realized, or at least thought she realized, why Torin had told her to drop the Prefect title before his name. It felt, like they weren't friends anymore - like there was a difference between them, when in reality there was none.

"Please, you don't-," Her request was cut short, however, as suddenly picked up where he left up. Or rather, sort-of, changed topics? Wait, no, returned to the topic at hand.

A little bewildered by Jimbo's shifting moods, Wesley listened attentively.

Oh! Oh poor Jimbo! She understood perfectly, and her little face crumpled with concern, "I believe you, Jimbo! But, Anastasia, she wasn't trying to frame you. No, no, she was just confused. She's a good girl, really, honestly! She's one of my best friends! Oh, don't cry Jimbo! Don't cry, it's alright. Nobody's going to put you in detention!"

Pulling a clean, pressed handkerchief out of her pocket, Wesley offered it to the Slytherin. "It's all just a bit of confusion. See, I'll fix it,"

She unplugged her nose, using the now free hand to unholster her wand and directed it towards the offending pile of brown. Forming a small circle with a twist of her wrist, Wesley whispered,"Evanesco."

Just like that, the dungbomb vanished, leaving behind only an overpowering stench.

"There," she offered him a small, comforting smile. No need to tell Jimbo that now the dungbomb was, well, sort-of inside them all. Wesley'd pull it back into being later, when she could dispose of it properly.



"Just because you didn't see anyone else, doesn't mean no one else was around. They could've been under an invisibility cloak or using a disillusionment charm," the Hufflepuff replied, equally calm, while reholstering her wand, "If Jimbo wasn't telling the truth, that'd mean he'd be lying. And lying is bad, and Jimbo is a good boy. He doesn't lie."