Nigel was feeling the wrinkles now after denying it for most of the time. But that did not mean he could not go to Hogsmeade for a good time. Plus he was of age. So maybe a trip to The Three Broomsticks or Hog's Head for some fire whiskey later. He did look old enough now even with his id.

He walked into Zonko's with Mo's skateboard in hand. He had borrowed it for this little trip to Hogsmeade. Plus it is not like he could hurt anything more than it already does.

Time for a harmless prank to do when he was bored. Which was far more often then he would like to admit. Sugar Quills or Hiccough Sweets. Which would be better for the common room. The perk of being a Prefect is being able to get away with it. Do you really want to accuse Dora or him of prank pulling.

Okay, Maybe him.

Nigel dropped the board looking at all the things he could buy.

Zonko's zonko's zonko's.

It's like this place was calling for Tag. And, as far as he could remember, he'd never actually been in here. Ever. Gasp. Now was the perfect time seeing as Hogsmeade was open for the little scoundrels students. Maybe Gryffindors shouldn't be allowed in this shop. Imagine all the danger one would face if Lex, Alice, Penelope, Mikey and Tag all bought things from here and used it at the same time at the same place to a group of people.

The boy went browsing around the aisles until he found an item to his liking. Ah. Stink pellets. Could he use one of them right now?

He grabbed the little box and started to spin it around in his hand. Oh, look, a victim. No, really, could he open these right now and use it on Nigel? Tag didn't know him too well, besides the fact that he nearly cracked Tag's skull with a bludger last term. "Would you like to be a victim of this product?" Tag asked him, as he walked to the prefect.

See, manners. Asking if Tag could use Nigel as a target.

Nigel was just taking things off the shelves and putting them back in. Maybe just a sugar quill and call it a day here. He was just about ready to leave when he was asked one of the most randomness question.

Victim for a product?

Nigel turned, looked down, and saw it was Tag asking the question. Gryffindors do know how to have fun. Plus they knew good puns. Puns are great. Hmm..could not be that bad. Nigel put back the quills he had in his hand and was seriously considering doing this. "Sure. What do you want me to do?"

It was Fun and He was bored. Simple as That.

Ahhh. That was easy enough. Tag was surprised, to be honest, he thought Nigel would reprimand Tag for even asking the question. Yes, a very surprised leprechaun over here.

Smiling at him Tag looked back at the little box.

"Ok! Ok ok! All you have to do is stand there. And I'll well, pelt them at you." Tag told him smirking. Or, just to make it a bit more fun, and perhaps annoy the shopkeeper- which was always fun- "You could get on that skateboard and zip back and forth trying to avoid the stink pellets. Whatever you want!" He added, bouncing very lightly on his feet.

Don't worry, he'd pay for them afterward. Since he knew he'd be using them right now without paying first.

So all he was going to do was pelt him with things. Well okay then. Nigel just had to remind not the touch the head or definitely the hair. But then Tag's idea sounded awesomely awesome.

"Now that is a brilliant idea."

Nigel leaned over an picked up the skateboard and went about riding it down the aisle they were in. Hmm... maybe on second though he should just let Tag throw them at him. Did not want to get in too much trouble. A little is fine.

But whatever. "I'm ready. Just don't hit the hair" Hair is very important even if it has grey in it.

Mhm. Not much to do. At Hogwarts victims would be easier to target. More unsuspecting indeed. But for now, this will do!

"Gryffindors usually have brilliant minds." Usually. Gotta be careful with whatever 'brilliant' stuff Tag came up with.

Then he was on the skateboard. And riding it too. Excellent. Excellent indeed. The sight of it all made Tag smile. Yes. This was going smoothly, with no hitches along the way....... Yet. Hehe.

Oh gosh. Hair. Hair will always be an important topic for men at Hogwarts. Tag totally got it, so he gave Nigel a thumbs up, telling him that his hair would be perfectly fine. Yes. Hair would not be attacked today. "I won't be going after your hair. Don't worry."

So, the blonde opened the box, picked out a few pellets and placed them in his hand and started launching them nearby Nigel.

Zip zip zip! There went one pellet, two pellets, three pellets, all soaring through the air, landing nearby Nigel's feet and maybe even some of the shelfs. And the smell, yep, the smell started wafting through the air as Tag smirked and bounced on his feet.

Nigel was not going to dispute that. Gryffindors were brilliant in their own craziness. Not that Nigel could talk being a Ravenclaw and all. Nigel did appreciate the thumbs up. See the males at Hogwarts understood hair.

"Awesome"

The Prefect was not the best at dodging. which is one of the reasons he was a beater and not a chaser usually. Better the hit the object back then dodge. But it seemed Tag's aim was a tiny bit off today. Two landed near his feet but got on his pants a tiny bit. But the rest landed on the shelves.

"Wow these things stink."

Distracted by the stink. He hits into a shelf and crashes onto the floor. Ouch. Even with that this was still lot more fun than he first thought. Besides the smell of course.

Awesome. That seemed to be a word going around Hogwarts nowadays. That or Tag was spending too much time with Alec and just assumed that his opinion was valid and a fact.

Well, it seemed like Tag wasn't doing a very good job, wasn't he? Shame. But that didn't mean he had tons of tries to hit him still. Wow. He was really bad. The shelf really? The boy wasn't even aiming in that direction. Hmmm. He'd need his practice for quidditch, that was for sure.

He watched as Nigel zipped back and forth on the skateboard. This was awesome! "I wonder if we can get this whole place smelling like a pigsty? Definitely give the shopkeeper a major bugging headache." That would be an ultimate win, yeah? Getting kicked out. Meant the shopkeeper hadn't been able to contain them.

And WHOA! MAN DOWN MAN DOWN! Instead of Tag helping up the Prefect he just doubled over and started laughing way too loudly. He found it oddly amusing "AHHAHAHAHAHA!"

Best classmate award here.

It was very true that they could cause much more damage. If that was the right word. All they would have to do is just keep throwing and Nigel could keep dodging. It would be fun to get thrown out as long as he would not get in school trouble. He was a Prefect and like to still be one. But all that would have to be another time. Since Nigel was on the ground in actually less pain then he thought he would be in. Besides an aching hip. He was basically alright.

Wait was Tag laughing?

To be fair. If Nigel was laughing also. If he fell off a skateboard and flopped onto the floor. Nigel looked around and saw the skateboard was in one piece. Awesome. If you can't laugh at yourself you should not laugh at others.

Those were some good words.

"Still not use to a skateboard."

Nigel was still on the floor. Pretty comfortable actually.

Tag was still laughing, yep, but maybe a little bit more quieter. If that was even a thing for Tag. When he laughed, he laughed loud. People would just know its Tag's laughter. Pretty unmistakable.

But Nigel was still on the floor did that mean he couldn't get up or actually wanted to take a nap around the putrid perfume that was swimming in the air. How had the shopkeeper not heard, seen or smelled the disaster these mature immature older Hogwarts students were making? Anyway Tag wasn't going to question it too much. The more mess they could make without getting caught, the better.

"Then you should get rolling on those lessons." Was that punny enough for you confusing Ravenclaws? WAS IT?

Important question here was: Should Tag help Nigel up or continue pelting him with the item? He went against it, even shrugged his shoulders to him.

Eh, whatever, Tag was a good person. Nigel wasn't that bad of a Ravenclaw. At least he hadn't rejected the idea of causing trouble. So, as of now, Nigel was on the 'Ravenclaws I can get along with' list. Yes, there was a list. So, the blonde got down on the ground and grabbed his classmates arm and lifted him up.

"We should send off some dungbombs around the shop too. If you'd like. " THAT would be fun. Might be taking it too far though. Throwing stink pellets at a classmate could only last for so long. Unless Tag and Nigel started attacking each other at the same time.

Stink Pellet war!

Emerald was busy in the back stocking hiccup sweets and other supplies when a heavy smell wafted into the back room.

Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! STINK PELLETS!

Turning around the brunette left the back room and headed out into the shop to find the source. It was highly unlikely that the stink pellets had exploded on their own. It had happened of course but only rarely.

Click-Clack-Click-Clack!

Her heels sounded as Emerald quickly made her way between the aisles. When she came upon the boys and the stink pellets she put her hands on her hips and gave each of the two boys a very dissaproving look. "You are planning to pay for the ruined products, yes?"

Wrinkling her nose at the smell she shuddered inwardly. Her perfectly clean floor was now FILTHY!

Javy was heading toward the Joke Shop. Yes, a Professor was heading towards there. Why was he heading to the shop? That was a secret, if you ever asked him personally. However, one of his thoughts about the said shop was, one was never too old for jokes and pranks. If that gave any hints to his reasoning for being here.

Anyways, once inside he was hit with an unpleasant smell. A strong one at that.. oh, and there were two boys on the floor laughing. Nigel and Tag, two of his.. unique students. Yes. "Well, well.." The current scene had led to Javy with two conclusions for the smell. They had a little too much of certain vegetables and fruits or they had a little experimenting with the stink pellets scattered about. The latter said it all though, and the shopkeeper before them wasn't pleased. Mm, it was a shame to see any lady lose it on the younger ones. A very pretty one at that. Hmm..

Looking down at the two boys, they were now due for some extra work after all this, assuming things went his way. "It looks like I was right on checking on you two for getting the right items." The words were spilling out while he continually thought on the next course of action, "I appreciate the effort on using your skateboard to help on the speedy delivery, Mr. Barrington, but clearly they're not meant for indoors."

Turning to the shopkeeper after, "My apologies on their.. recklessness." Now how would this go. "So how much for the damages?"

Ahhhh. Finally. The shopkeeper arrived. Took her nearly ten or so minutes. Well, it had been fun while it lasted. There went Tag's next idea of action.

For someone who worked at a joke shop she was rather serious, wasn't she? This lady definitely was not a Wesley. Nope. Now he was loads of fun. As a joke shop or fun shopkeeper should be.

Ruined products? Tag glanced about himself and Nigel. As far as he could see there were no ruined products. "No. Not really. I mean, I know the place is a mess but my classmate and I can easily clean that up. Don't see any broken goods here. I will, however, and I am taking full responibility on this..." OMG TAG TAKING RESPONSIBILITY "By opening up the packet of stink pellets. I'll be paying the entire price on that." Tag said with a smile. Because he was a good kid, and was not wasting away this lady's products that he had used! BEAM!

And... oh. Nigel and Tag had a visitor. Their care of magical creatures Professor Thompson. Oh oh. Tag had never gotten in trouble before and the tone of voice he was using didn't seem to imply the best.

Oh? Then, what? Thompson had been acting like he'd sent Tag and Nigel to get him something. Wow. Quick thinking there Professor. But really... if you had to entrust two students he'd 'chosen' Tag and Nigel. Not the greatest idea but of course none of this was real, so Tag simply smiled between the Professor, his classmate and the lady.

"Clearly. Gosh, Nigel, I thought I told you it better be wiser to use skateboards outside. And to say you're a ravenclaw." Tag said shaking his head at the Prefect, in disapproval. He told him, even Professor could agree with Tag's words.

Recklessness. Yes. Gryffindor.

And Thompson was going to pay. So Tag just stood there silently.

Puns.

That was Nigel's first thought as he let Tag help pull himself up. What is it with Gryffindors and puns. First Alice and now Tag. Alright, time to get the board, Nigel moved and went over to picked it up. Nigel was seriously considering Tag's next plan when suddenly the shopkeeper was here. At least she asked the obvious question. But before he could say he would help pay for it. The Care of Magical Creatures Professor entered the shop.

They were now in a bit of a pickle and was the a skateboarding pun by Thompson. "Of Course, Sir"All these puns, Nigel was impressed. Now what was Tag was going on about? Eh, might as well go along with it. "Yes you did. But it seems my memory is not what it use to be."

Please it was not like they were going to run out of the shop and not pay for the mess they were making. They were a couple of first years.

"I will pay for another box of pellets if necessary."

Adeline was really grumpy today and her hearing was just going to hell. The now grey haired seventeen year old with wrinkles slowly walked into Zonko’s. Where was Asher? Wasn’t he suppose to be here now? Adeline squinted at the little watch on her wrist. What time did they say they were going to meet here? Adeline shoot her head lightly, her memory was shot. Didn’t she have homework? Did she do it and not hand it in?

Why was she even here in this place? It was stupid and pulling pranks were for little kids and teenagers. Adeline tried to straighten up her back but it only made it hurt worse. She felt like she was going to die with all this pain everywhere.

Gwen hobbled into the joke shop. She didn't know what exactly she was looking for, but Iestyn enjoyed jokes and pranks and things, and it would be a perfect birthday gift. Hopefully it would make up for their little spat. The little girl hated being out of sorts with her twin. But what would he like that he wouldn't find freaky and overly-magical?

She held onto the door a moment longer than usual, steadying herself and keeping too much weight off of her left knee. The sight that greeted her inside was frightening and a little amusing, truth be told. There was something gross and smelly everywhere, laughing students, an angry shopkeeper and Professor Thompson.

Which reminded her. Now might not be a good time to bring it up, but she had told him that she would inform him about the horse name. "Professor," she greeted him. She nodded to the boys, not knowing their names, and not wanting to guess in case she was way off the mark. Um, hi. What's going on in here?" Because if she couldn't shop here today, when was she supposed to get her brother's birthday present?

When the boy's offered to clean up the mess and pay for the opened stink pellet packages Emerald was inclined to soften up since they did seem somewhat responsible. Even if they at first glance just seemed out to cause some harmless chaos.

The pretty professor man changed that.

Still with her hands on her hips Emerald bore her sea blue eyes into the professor as her voice rose an octave in disbelief. "You put them up to THIS? You-you got them to bring a skateboard in here and play around with my stink pellets? It's your FAULT my clean floor is now filthy?"

Emerald shook her head incredeously. Please don't tell her that her shop had been invaded by four Gryffindors? Who knew what other chaos they'd get up to if she wasn't on her toes. Shudder.

When a girl showed up clearly knowing the pretty professor Emerald turned to her and almost begged. "Please tell me you're not a Gryffindor?"

A snail would be moving faster than him down the streets of Hogsmead. Where was his suppose it meet Adeline? Zonko's? He couldn't remember. Or see where he was going. He walked right by the shop not once but twice.

He didn't do much better when he finally made it to the shop. He shuffled feet through the aisles. "Adelineeee? Sweetheart is that youuuu?" He asked in a raspy voice. He moved over slowly to her to get a better look of her. Before he made it to her he tripped and fell.

He tried to get up but couldn't. "Helpppp meeee!!! I've fallen and I caaaaan't get UPPP!" He shouted in his newly found old raspy voice.

Gryffindors had a knack for puns? Of course not. Tag sold lame jokes, but somehow, his lame pun was enough for Nigel, apparently. The puns, they were just being rolled out by everyone today. Or, at least the people people who weren't annoyed. Heh.

There went Nigel, getting reprimanded for the skateboard. Poor Nigel. "Must've been that fall you took." Tag was oddly happy over this. He was a weird kid. Even Nigel played along. This was all unplanned and everything seemed to go so smoothly. "See m'am. Even my classmate here will pay for his own box of pellets he didn't even use" The blonde said, stressing that. So they weren't completely immature.

Tag would definitely not be talking to the lady when she was referring to Thompson. He didn't want to make it worse in that sense. Thompson could get them out of this mess. Who was this little girl? Definitely a cat. Curiosity hit her. Since Tag didn't know her he didn't say anything for the youngling.

Kace decided it was time to go visit Zonko's. He was running pretty low on joke supplies. He wanted to prank his sister and cousins this year. That was a must. I mean they got him pretty good last year. Now it was his turn.

He was looking through the shelves to find some good products. He kept looking...looking...looking. Nothing was sticking out to him yet but he knew he would find something.

Since she was looking forwards to this weekend, she decided she was going to visit all the places! Or as much as the time allowed. So as she walked down the main street, her eyes scanned the familiar shopdoors. which one to visit next? Her feet carried her closer to Zonko's and she found herself pushing the door open and slipping in. Nope, the prefect was not buying anything to prank people, psht, nope. She was on a mission to see if any snakes were up to no good. Might bust them now.

The sixth-year walked further in then started checking out the shelves.

Someone familiar caught her eye as she passed one of the shelves. She walked backwards to double check and grinned as she found it was indeed whom she thought. "Hey, Kace," she greeted the Hufflepuff whom had grown taller. "Long time no see," Although she had been seeing him around the school she hadn't had a conversation with him.

Kace was looking through the shelves and jumped a little bit when he heard a familiar voice. He looked around and noticed it was Cassia! He smiled and replied, "Hey Cassia! I know right? i feel like i haven't seen you in forever. What has been going on?" he asked his fellow friend.

The more Cassia looked at Kace the more she realized that he had grown up quite noticeably. Kids this age did so and she only wished she'd get taller than the five feet six she currently stood at.

"True." She agreed with him that it felt like ages. "I have been around, she answered with a shrug. "Where have you been?" She redirected the question back to him for reasons. Mhhm.

"Well you have been around places that i have not seen you and that has to change." he said answering her shrugging gesture. Oh now she asked him a question. He smirked at the ground and looked up at her and said, "Well i have been around..." he winked and chuckled returning the answer she gave him.

"But i have been just exploring the castle, going to classes, the practice pitch and all that." he said shrugging. "Nothing too exciting yet."