 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Moy Pomidor | Seneca's Beard | That Is So Fetch!
Daf simply shrugged his shoulders when one of his best pals said that he'd been at the school long enough to remember the rhythm that needed to be tapped to get into their common room. He couldn't argue with that. Or maybe he could. After all, Jude was the one covered in vinegar, soooooooo...
But no comments about the matter came out of his mouth. It wasn't in his nature to cause drama, especially for no reason. Instead Dafydd stepped toward the barrels to properly give it a go. "I sure did! I'll tell you more once we get inside." You know, where things could be discussed in private. And maybe after his friend showered.
The fourth year was just about the tap on the barrel when it opened up and Margaret made an appearance from the other side. "Trouble? Nah. Jude here is having loads of fun," he jested, side-eyeing his vinegar-doused dormmate. "But, yeah, lid's malfunctioning for whatever reason. Jude swears he --"
He stopped mid-sentence, his head jerking to the side to see the aftermath of a first year smack right into the lid. "Merlin! There's a door there, Percy!" Daf said no more, however, and instead gave a look to Margaret. A Hufflepuff drenched in vinegar was bad, but a first year about to wet his pants was not something he wanted to deal with.
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