Text Cut: PhoenixRising
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PhoenixRising 
Josephina listened to the whispers and speculations; this one was definitely a bit harder to discern than the lemon juice one. She fought back at a chuckle when someone suggested grenade. Seriously? Did the kid really think she'd have a grenade? Shrugging it off, as she finished with the last kid, she made her way back to the front of the room, as she rummaged through the boxes for another one.
"Yes, those who said pine cones, were correct." She admitted. "Good job. Now this one," peering into the box, she frowned. That wasn't what she originally placed in there, but .... well she would have to go with it. "Don't eat this one either, I'd advise..." Fina explained, as she walked toward the first desk for the person to feel inside, of what felt damp and papery... and clumpy....It was entirely possible the item would crumble beneath your fingers...
Okay, Sierra wasn't starting to like this whole 'naively put your hand deep into a box without knowing what's in there' game. She felt vulnerable, and she normally didn't trust people this much. Especially when you had Hadley handing out warnings of not eating something. It made it seem dangerous and of the unknown.
Hmm...
Nevertheless, when the box reached Sierra she found herself lifting her hand then plunging it toward the object. Her hands ran across paper, for sure, but what kind of paper? Her fingers went through this hole in the middle, and she was just about to speak up when she felt the object suddenly get colder. She quickly pulled her hand out the box and looked at it, even though she couldn't see it.
"Is that toilet paper?" she asked.
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Moaning_Myrtle Still in her sing-songy mood, Myrtle flew out of her bathroom and down the second floor corridor, spying little heads and hearing little voices in the Arithmancy classroom, even though it was like midnight dark.
Oooh, what was that? Was that a box? Were all the kiddies' eyes closed? YIPPPEEEEE! Myrtle swooped in through the door and zoomed up into the box, curling herself around the soggy toilet paper so that the kids' hands would get an icy dip in addition to having to feel the lumpy paper.
She felt right at home.
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Moaning_Myrtle "I'm not HAND holding it," Myrtle's body-less voice came floating out of the box in a whine, "I'm just cuddled up around it! Toil-et paper, toi-let paper, where would we beeee without your ab-sorb-en-cyyyy!"
Tehehehe. She was a regular Peeves sometimes, she was. Except much prettier.
Could the Hufflepuff scream o.m.g. no. Screaming was MYRTLE'S thing.
"I'll scream FOR YOU," the bespectacled ghostie announced, popping out of the box and making a mad dash through the girl's head. She came out clear through the other side and floated up toward the ceiling, folding her arms and hanging upside-down as she made fun of two of the 'Puffers.
"EEEEEEEEWW EWWW EWWWY PROFESSOR HADLEY IS PEEING ON T.P. AND MAKING ME TOUCH IT!!!! SOMEBODY CALL THE CARETAKER, CUZ A GIRL THREW UP ON THE SECOND FLOOR! SHE ATE T.P. AND DID AN O.M.G.!!!"
Myrtle cackled with glee, hoping SOMEONE had heard her beyond the walls of Arithmancy. She'd certainly been loud enough, and almost as loud as she had screamed before she'd died.
Oh.
It was Myrtle...
...and she actually had a really funny line about toilet paper. Sierra smirked. She wished she could full on laugh, but Hadley would hear and take points. So instead, she settled for a quiet smirk and a visual image of what the others' faces must look like right about now.
Goooo, Myrtle, go!
...and what was it with so many ghosts showing up lately?