Barry heard a boy breathing heavyly and he looked around it was a boy on the floor he wondered what to do he wasn`t going to toach him "Wingardium Leviosa" he said waving his wand at the boy
ooc:I`ll leave it to you to decide if his spell worked

And suddenly Eddy was coughing and floating! Eyes widened in wonder and confusion. The continual coughing caused Eddy's head jerk forward and back, sending muddy flecks on the bystanders. Water trickled out of his clothes to the ground below. Any second he expected someone would fling some sort of 'wring out' spell at him and have him twisting and turning like an item of dry-it-yourself laundry.

Cale spun around to find Eddy floating.

"Ed-man! You're floating!?" He ran over and grabbed Eddy's robes. "How are your floating? Are you part bird or something?" Cale squatted down a little and looked under Ed. There was a bit of arm waving to make sure there wasn't anything holding Eddy up. He turned his head 50 degrees to the right in an attempt to look Ed in the face. "You man - mate? You alright?"

Sho shook his head. There were younger kids yelling at older ones, older ones yelling back, Cale thinking Eddy could fly, and the place was still a sopping mess. This was just... it was... it was something and it was a loud something.

"Okay guys, I think we all need to take a deep breath and just... deal with stuff one thing at a time."

Scratch that, second-years are lunatics and shouldn't be allowed to handle wands.

"Dumbledore's sweat socks, this just won't do!" Tobi pulled out his rowan wand, and with a good firm shake he pointed it at the floating Ed and cried, "Finite Incantem!" hoping that the poor floating boy would drift down gracefully from the ceiling. Alas, it would not have such a gentle effect.

Eddy dropped like a stone, landing hard on Cale's still-outstretched arm (and possibly a bit more - Eddy just felt the lump) and water-logged carpet.

Cale's arm, though probably painful to Cale, was a boon to Eddy. It poked the choking boy just right and Eddy unexpectedly expelled a large, brown goober of mud and mucous. There was enough force behind it so that it flew fast and splat with gusto, partially on Sho's shoe and the rest on the hem of Tobi's trousers.

"Ahhhh...much better," Eddy croaked. He wiped his mouth with the back of his dirty, damp sleeve.

Cale was one second trying to get Eddy to respond to him and the next he was face down experiencing what Eddy must have been experiencing when Cale was sitting atop him trying to wrestle his wand away from him.

It was true - Turn about is fair play.

But unlike Eddy, Cale was busy flailing around. Legs kicking a little and a muffled yelping yell came from somewhere under Eddy's chest (which was atop his head.

Sho blinked and saw Eddy flop down onto Cale. Then a big glob of... yuck... fell onto his shoe. He sighed and his shoulders slumped. This was going nowhere fast, but he had to go on. He had to try to get everyone to work together.

"Ok... well... Eddy, get off of Cale and find a place to rest. Cale, try to get your bulbs to behave, and everyone else help me try to clean a little."

Tobi watched in horror as Ed fell on the unbalanced prefect. As he heard the sickening SPLUCH, he winced. "Ooops. Sorry."

The prefect was flailing, and Sho was trying to take charge - the good thing was he was calling people by name, which allowed Tobi to learn that the unbalanced, (flailing) prefect was called Cale. Well at least now he knew the names of the people responsible for getting him involved in a lot more action than he usually saw in a day.

Tobi waded over to Ed and Cale, "Here, let me help you," grabbed Ed beneath armpits and set him on his feet. Where charms were not involved Tobi could be quite helpful.

Being back on his feet, Eddy now felt it incumbant upon himself to gain back some of his dignity. Rolling about helpless on the floor - or mid-air - wasn't dignified or manly. (Although hawking a loogie on an older boy was pretty cool in Eddy's book!)

Thus, Eddy cleared his throat, hitched up his trousers with a manly yank, shook a bit of water off his foot and spit to the side. Yup. Yup. That got the ol' testosterone flowing again. No helpless kittens here, folks. Nothing to see.

"Need a hand up, Cale?" Eddy reached for Cale.

Cale's non-crushed hand waved around in the air while his face stayed planted in the squishy muddy wet once-white carpet. Fingers wrapped themselves around Cale's wrist and there was a yank.

The resurfacing of Cale's face was accompanied by a loud squelching noise. "Well," he said sitting up Indian style. "That hurt." There was a cracking noise although Cale wasn't sure if anyone else could hear it or if it was his imagination.

Sho watched Eddy act as if he were Indiana Jones and Cale sit up in the mud. He faintly heard a cracking noise and moved closer to the prefect. If something was broken, then they were in deeper doo doo.

"You... okay there, Cale? Eddy landed pretty hard..."

Con watched the other boys flailing and falling with awkward detachment. Should he step in? Should he try to be helpful? Last time he tried to be helpful, the other person ended up covered in blue leeches and yelling at him to go away. Cale and Eddy had not responded, which was casting doubt in Con's mind as to the solidity of their friendship. Perhaps they were simply 'acquaintances'? It did not occur to him that Eddy had been preoccupied with breathing. This called for an adjusted stratedy.

Con sidled up to an unknown boy who had a giant glob of goo on his shoe. Grabbing a white plush pillow, he got down on his knees and began quietly mucking up some of the floor. "Sing a happy working song," he hummed softly. "Why don't you help me sing along?" Con inched forward. Very gently, he dabbed at the boy's shoe.

James entered the Common Room and sat on the closest couch. He'd just gotten back from the Quidditch Match and was surprised by Hufflepuff's victory. They were a strong team to beat.
"I hope Ravenclaw can take them." he thought.
He was still bummed he'd missed the tryouts.

Alton wandered into the common room, bored out of his mind. His backpack was slung over his shoulder and weighed dow with some books that he had decided to take out of the Library. He had been attempting to do his homework there, but the near silence was beginning to drive him crazy. So, instead he figured he would take the up to his dorm and listen to his wireless while he worked. Where many people preferred to work in silence, Alton couldn't stand it for whatever reason.

Strolling into the room he nodded at a few people, long dark bangs slipping down past his forehead into his eyes. He swept his head sideways in an attempt to move them. Yes, he was well aware that he looked like he was trying to do one of those hair-toss things that the girls did, but that obviously hadn't been his intension. He paused in his steps, his brown eyes sweeping across the room quickly, looking for someone to talk to - a welcome distraction from his homework.

"Yes and no one even thinks of thanking me when I saved his life!" exclaimed Barry crossly flicking through his book again for a spell for drying.

James looked up. He spotted a slightly younger student looking around.
"Hey", he said. "I'm James." he held out his hand.
"You catch the match earlier?"

As James casually introduced himself, Alton nodded at him in greeting. He didn't see why the boy had made a point to say his name; they may never have spoken before, but Alton knew who he was. It wasn't like he was a new kid or anything. He adjusted the strap of his backpack, hoisting it a little higher on his shoulder. The shoulder was beginning to become a little sore now from the weight of all the books.

The slightly older boy asked if Alton had seen the Quidditch match and he nodded. Of course he had seen it, why would he not have?

"Yeah, I saw it," he answered. "Pretty great, huh?" He was a Quidditch boy, even though his appearance didn't exactly warrant it. Most people figured he was an antisocial SOB who didn't like sports, when in reality, he was quite the opposite. It was just because people thought he was emo... Whatever.

"Yes, it was." James responded. He didn't know why but he began to wonder if he'd made the conversation awkward. However, he pressed on.
"I do feel a bit bad for not trying out, though. I think it was this whole transition to Cooper's that threw me off. Maybe once I leave here I can find a team to play with." He caught himself rambling.
"Oh, sorry. You must feel like I'm giving you a whimpy sob-story or something."

Alton tilted his head ever so slightly as he watched James. The barely older boy was talking now about how he hadn't gotten to try out for the Quidditch team. Alton sympathized, he hadn't gotten to either. But James was making it sound rather egocentric, blaming it on the changes around the school. See, Alton didn’t try and do that, he knew exactly why he had missed tryouts and he certainly wasn’t trying to pass it over as someone else’s fault. But he was used to people around here doing that and therefore didn’t bother trying to point this out. He knew better than to challenge anyone on their own faults; no one ever took too kindly to it.

When James apologized for going on like that Alton raised his eyebrows. Now there was something that people didn’t do anymore. He gave a casual shrug as a response.

“It’s alright,” he replied. “I’ve heard worse.” Which was certainly the truth; he had heard so many rants and “sob stories” he had lost count. Of course, with that said, Alton was suddenly feeling slightly awkward. There was nothing else that needed to be said now, at least not that he could tell. Oh, how he hated forced conversations.

James laughed as the younger guy sympathized. Sympathy was a rare and welcome trait to him. Seeing the coversation was ending he stood up.
"Well, I guess I'll see you around." he nodded to him and made his way to leave the Common Room.
"Oh, here. Maybe this will help you." he said and nonverbaly cast a Feather-Weight Charm on the guy's bag. He grinned. "See ya around, man."

He was standing in front of the announcement board and something about the current common room seemed out of place. It smelled odd, too. The freshness resembling a dryer sheet was gone and Vindictus looked down at his feet. The permaglow radiating from the floor was gone. In its place was dirt and he turned and proceeded further into the room.

Dirt gradually faded into mud and the walls resembled a speckled brown cow. Where the mud was too wet, the formerly blinding white paint had begun to bubble up and some spots were actually peeling away. The portait of Minister Cooper was hiding behind his cozy chair since mud had managed to get splattered on it. All that was missing were pigs, a trough, and a wooden gate. Why, the room sort of smelled like Fabian's old office when he taught CoMC.

Quite a few of the boys in the room were oblivious to the mud and managed to get themselves filthy. Others were little mud monsters and one appeared to have a bloody muddy nose.

"Oye, mud monsters! What in Merlin's Beard is going on in here?"

James stopped short of the door when he heard Professor Vindictus's sudden slight explosion from the Announcement Board. He looked around the Common Room. It really was a sight.
It was then that he remembered the unexpected visitor.

He stepped forward.
"Sir? While we are responsible for the state of the Common Room there may be an issue at hand. The other night a house elf popped into the 7th Year Dorm. He was confused. He thought he was in the Common Room. And while I have no disrespect for elves, Sir, he seemed out of his mind. He kept rambling about an elf named Schmoop? Yes I think so. How Schmoop was leaving the responsibiliy of cleaning here to him, Algie, I believe. Anyway, Algie would not do so because he has a grudge against us Ravenclaws."

He felt a bit awkward finishing his recollection. "But if you require volunteers to clean I'd have nothing against helping, Professor."

From his seat on the floor, the bloody nosed Cale had a good view of Connie trying to - tie the Gryffindor's shoes together? What was Connie doing? "Con-man," he said reaching out with a muddy foot and giving the boy a nudge with it, leaving a nice muddy footprint on Connie's thigh. "What are you-"

But he never finished his sentence upon hearing a rather loud, deep and surprised sounding adult voice address the group. "Um," Cale started to explain as he stood up. He felt a bit woosie and lightheaded, but didn't know why. With all the mud and water and other things oozing and running down him, he didn't even realize he was bleeding. "We're - ah... in the process of redecorating so that um -" He glanced at Sho for help. He seemed to always have something to say about any situation.

Sho looked at Cale and his eyebrow rose. Redecorating was an hour ago. This was swamp making. He went to cross his arms, but his shirt was muddy so he decided against it.

"Bouncing bulbs," he said, before trying to continue. "Yeah, that's all really."

It was self explanatory after that. Destruction while trying to catch the dang things... Muggle plants were easier.