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Cassirin · 05-17-2016, 01:23 AM

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Originally Posted by laurange

Brian wasn't sure where he was going, really, but he was absolutely positively certain that he needed to know what was behind that strange door thing. It was all old and rickety and dusty aside from the handle. Someone had been here lately which meant that he was now curious in a way that he hadn't been since he was a wee first year.

Using his shoulder to open the door, he stepped into what had to be a disused toilet. The scattering of orange boxes across the floor was vaguely familiar (he'd been here two years ago and someone had set off a dungbomb but didn't recall).

Sitting down on the floor, criss cross applesauce, Brian Woods peered into the nearest box. There were a few roundish things in them? With a button? (They're dungbombs, Brian, you silly billy.)

But this hufflepuff didn't know that. Oh, no. He -in a manner that history tended to do when one forgot it- pressed it.

Silly boy.

Over the sound of Dot's fabulous heels clinking against the dirty porcelain, there was another sound. The sound of someone entering the bathroom. And then silence which drew Dot back to the door of the stall, just in time to witness some boy poking his finger into one of those antique orange boxes.

"No, d-" she took another step into the bathroom, just as a dungbomb exploded, sending foul-smelling smoke and debris into the air. Dot was blinded for a moment, not just by the dank smoke, but by the awful smell that made her eyes well and water.

"You idiot."

05-17-2016, 01:23 AM	#4 (permalink)
Cassirin Legacy!! Manticore Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: Nom nom nom Posts: 43,209 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mercer Branxton Ravenclaw Seventh Year x7 x8	Made of Awesome \| Ern-la the Best-wa \| TZ's Apogee Quote: Originally Posted by laurange Brian wasn't sure where he was going, really, but he was absolutely positively certain that he needed to know what was behind that strange door thing. It was all old and rickety and dusty aside from the handle. Someone had been here lately which meant that he was now curious in a way that he hadn't been since he was a wee first year. Using his shoulder to open the door, he stepped into what had to be a disused toilet. The scattering of orange boxes across the floor was vaguely familiar (he'd been here two years ago and someone had set off a dungbomb but didn't recall). Sitting down on the floor, criss cross applesauce, Brian Woods peered into the nearest box. There were a few roundish things in them? With a button? (They're dungbombs, Brian, you silly billy.) But this hufflepuff didn't know that. Oh, no. He -in a manner that history tended to do when one forgot it- pressed it. Silly boy. Over the sound of Dot's fabulous heels clinking against the dirty porcelain, there was another sound. The sound of someone entering the bathroom. And then silence which drew Dot back to the door of the stall, just in time to witness some boy poking his finger into one of those antique orange boxes. "No, d-" she took another step into the bathroom, just as a dungbomb exploded, sending foul-smelling smoke and debris into the air. Dot was blinded for a moment, not just by the dank smoke, but by the awful smell that made her eyes well and water. "You idiot." __________________ ★ Dawn ★ Awakening ★ Spiritual ★ Hopeful ★ Honest