Tiberius was bored, luckily for him Flams had contacted him and told him to meet at the 6th floor at the Boy's Bathroom. The short man stood just outside the doorway to the bathroom and looked around, including peaking his head into the bathroom to see if Flamsteed had gotten here already. Nope, Wasn't Flams closer to this floor than he was? He should have brought up a boook to read. Of course the whole thought of reading took him back to remembering....that he forgot....a certain pile of books with him. Now he'd have to do this training with a direct approach rather than studying it intensely.
Tiberius peaked his head back into the bathroom again swearing to himself that he heard someone in there flushing. Turning back around he scratched his hair and then proceeded to pick at his nose waiting for Flams to get here.

To say he was excited for this was an understatement. It had been far too long since Hogwarts had had the pleasure of his and Captain's shenanigans and what better way to kick things off than to include Sticky Nicky in the whole experience? Approaching the bathroom, Airey couldn't help but rolls his eyes when he saw he best mate standing OUTSIDE of it looking not so inconspicuous at all.

Sweet solstice hadn't he learned ANYTHING during all their years of friendship?

"What are you doing out here? Let's go inside," the tall man whispered to his friend as he grabbed his arm and pulled open the door. He only then noticed that Tibby was digging or gold and Airey wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Wipe that on me and I'll hex your hand off."

Tiberius flicked his golden nugget off in the other direction when Flamsy finally made his arrival. "Took you long enough." Tiberius shrilled, then smiled back at his best mate, "and loosen your tie up, I ain't gonna rub my hands in your face." If there was one thing he didn't miss about Flams it was his cleanliness, how this had not ruined their friendship from the start he'll never know. He stepped into the bathroom and looked at each of the stalls before selecting the one in the center. "How many do you think we'll need?" The Hut was small, but was still big enough that doing math to figure out how many would be sufficient would leave Tiberius with a small headache. "Merlin, this brings back good memories."

He unlatched the toilet paper from it's spot on the wall, and looked back at Flamsteed. "You brought something to carry this with, yeah?" He tossed the toilet paper back and forth between both his hands like a quaffle.

Airey just laughed off Tibby's initial comment. Airey Flamsteed was never late. He was typically early. But more often that not he arrived precisely when he meant to. "My tie is loose enough," he said as he tugged on it anxiously. It WAS. Not too tight and not too loose. His tie was perfect.

Without saying another word, and lots of tie tugging, he followed the History of Magic professor (haha!) into the bathroom and to the middle stall. "10, 20, 30 tops I reckon if we really want to make an impact," Airey nodded. Overkill was not in the man's vocabulary, alright? Not to mention being reunited with his partner in crime was bringing out his first and second year self - the one that had been suspended from Hogwarts. "Suuuuuuuuuure does." Good and bad.

Airey felt like rolling his eyes at that question. Really? It was like Captain didn't know his First Officer at all. Airey always planned ahead. Swiftly pulling out a small bag charmed with an Undetectable Extension Charm. "Got the bag right here, so start filling it up." Airey reached for the nearest roll and tossed it in.

Tiberius raised an eyebrow as Airey played with his tie. He's tell him it was a figure of speech, you know loosen himself up a little. Not to get so defensive with his cleanliness, but part of him liked seeing Flamsy getting all worked up over his outfit. So nothing was said any further on that matter.

Thirty? "You want Thirty, we'll do Fourty. Really make an impression." Sticks needs to know just how much they missed him. Nick was always worth ten extra rolls. Hope he understood just how much they cared?
This felt right. The time he spent away from this place, and from Airey, he thought he had forgotten that feeling. Instead, here he was falling back into place along side his partner in crime.

"You're always a step ahead." Tiberius lobbed the toilet paper into the bag and moved along to the next one unhooking it from the wall and tossing that one into the bag as well.

40. Heh. See, this is why we like you Tiberius Kirk Dursley. Sure, the Star Trek name had been what had pulled a very impressionable first year Airey Flamsteed to you after your sorting, but it became clear very quickly that there was a mind to go with that totally stellar brain that was appealing.

"Ten four, Captain," Airey said as he gave the man a salute and continued filling the bag with toilet paper. Maybe they should use a Sticking Charm on all this paper....you know, seemed fitting given that it was Sticky Nicky.

"Ha, it used to be my job at NASA to think ten steps ahead," he smirked as he unceremoniously tossed a few more rolls into the bag. Ten steps ahead and thinking of all the possible outcomes of those steps. "I think this stall is empty, better move to the next one." He took another glance around the stall. "And...you think we should leave a few knuts and sickles on the toilet to pay for the toilet paper?" Because that image was kind of hilarious. Some students would walk into the bathroom looking to take a leak and find a few coins lying around. Ha.

Heheh...right Mr.Spaceman here was a super genius. Good to surround yourself with those who make you look smarter. "If you've got the brains, suppose that leaves me with the brawn." He tapped his not so muscular biceps and attempted a flex that showed no improvement in his build.... At least he could lift the toilet paper.

As the stall had emptied as Flams had so graciously pointed out, Tiberius nodded, but looked skeptical on the charity part of it. "If you've got the coin to do it, by all means. I could leave a knut or four." honestly he didn't carry his money with him. It was too risky and he wasn't out shopping for anything right now.

Airey squinted at his fellow professor. A VERY judgemental squint, mind you. "Are you insulting my masculinity?" he asked, still squinting. Always squinting. There was even further judgemental squinting going on when Airey saw Tibby flex. "You've got as much brawn in those arms as there is ice on the sun."

Leaving the toilet paper filled bag for now, Airey began to rummage through his pockets for any spare change he might have. When he found some lint instead, he looked as though he were about to have a heart attack. "How did THAT get in here?" he growled at the tiny bit of lint as if it were the world's most evil Dark Wizard. He unceremoniously flicked it into the loo and flushed it. Disgusting.

Wait. What had he been searching his pockets for? He had gotten distracted by LINT.

What? What? What? Did he say something to get that look? He looked back at Flamsy a little confused, and put his arms down and stopped flexing? "You really think so? That's an improvement I think. I used to have more muscle than there was there being life on Mars." What a complement. He continued to put the toilet paper into the bag while Flamsteed went looking for money, something Tiberius did not have. "I'll pay you back later."

He went to move to the last stall to grab the last few when Flams shouted. He popped his head of the stall and laughed. No he didn't plant the Lint in his pockets, although that would be a fun idea for later. "You done?" Tiberius threw the last few roles into the bag and lifted it up carrying it around his shoulder. "We've got at least forty in here I think." They should get to Stick's hut and scope out the Groundskeepers patterns to determine when they should strike.

Airey chuckled. "Sure, mate. Think of that how you want." Although there was the possibility that there was the possibility for human outposts on Mars, so really Airey had been complimenting Tibby. You know, that he had the potential for muscle. So, really, he had been spot on. See? Intuitive astronomer was intuitive.

Airey took another quick survey of the area. "Yep. All set. Let's go and engage the enemy." And there was a definite smirk on his face. This was going to be awesome. He grabbed the bag and slung it over his shoulder before starting to make his way out of the bathroom. "To boldly go where no man has gone before!"

Or at least do. He had no recollection of anyone teepeeing the Groundskeeper's hut in Hogwarts' long history.

Naturally Gaston loved attention and plenty of it, but today he avoided any attention that came his way. He made his way up to the boys bathroom and ignored every person he saw on the way there, unless they said hello of course. You see he did not want to seem too suspicious and because of that he had a master plan on it's own.

Once inside the bathroom, Gaston entered a cubicle and began reaching out in is bag that had been charmed to be spacious enough for a cauldron and various ingredients and equipment. On most occassions he would have saved his time and bought the potion he were to make, but again he wanted to be as cautious as possible.

After lighting his portable bunsen burner, the sixth year got to work.

It did not take him long at all, an hour later his love potion was complete and that was when he began to spike chocolate frogs, cauldron cakes and some pumpkin pasties.

Hurriedly Gaston threw everything back into his charmed bag so that nobody would have been able to see what he had been up to. He flushed the toilet of his cubicle, opened the door and washed his hands as if nothing had happened.

All that was left now was the delivery.