Was that voices? Cece froze, hands up in the air as if she’d been caught which was pretty ridiculous because she was most definitely alone in the office. She slowly crept towards the door, making sure it was locked before turning her back to it. Okay, she didn’t have much time now. Uhhh...

Coffee. Muggles couldn’t live without their coffee. Well, actually most adults seemed to be better humans with a cup of the strong stuff in their hands, so Cece went for that. First she levitated the pot high into the air, right over the desk. Then she ended the spell, letting it come crashing down, cracking and spilling hot coffee all over the office supplies. And okay, there was something pretty satisfying about breaking things, but she’d decided that was only because she knew this wasn’t real.

Aboli could be scary sometimes. With he way she was staying calm in situations like these. But maybe he should be more like her and not let his emotions control him. At least he hadn’t done anything dumb in front of the Hoods yet.

He was taken out of his thought of how to sabotage the hairdryer by the slytherin again and he looked at the front when he realized she was telling him to pay attention to what the professor was saying.

He had only catched a couple of words when he was suddenly send to a different place. He blinked in confusion as he stood in the middle of a large kitchen . It wasn’t as big as the one he had at home though.

Had the professor used a Daydream charm? And WHAT was he supposed to do?! He hadn’t been paying attention T__T

He walked over to a stool and sat down. Was he supposed to sabotage things in here? ‘Obviously’ his mind said and he sighed. “It’s just a daydream , Minjae. Not real. Get yourself together” He stood up and walked over to the cabinets of glassware. He opened one up and stared at it.

With a wave of his wand, the seventh year transfigured a few of the glasses in to rats and watched them run around inside of the cabinet. Some of them pushed the glasses off of the shelves and it shattered on the ground with a loud -CLANG- He jumped backwards and quickly walked towards the other side of the room and his attention went to the machines plugged in to the walls.

While the rats were doing their job on one side of the kitchen, the hufflepuff pushed the first machine to the side and took out the plug with his hands. Once he had taken all of the plugs out of the wall and he was sure he wouldn’t be electrocuted , Minjae pointed his wand at the plugs and moved his wand mumbling ”Diffindo”

Now they had to buy new ones! so rebellious.

Yes, he was just going to stand there and cry. He was going to cry because he had been cut off from the one thing that mattered most to him: his family. The sounds from inside the daydream went unnoticed as he silently wept for what the neo-alliance had taken from him. Devin so desperately wanted to wrap his little sisters up in the biggest of hugs and for his parents to do the same to him. Even getting an owl from his family would be something to remind him about how much they cared for him.

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Alohomora? Was that the spell you meant to use? Because it did nothing but unlock the door, making it easier for the person on the other end to step inside. "What the--"

They take one look at you before grabbing the coffee pot. "What are you doing to my office!?"

Actually, no.

That wasn’t the spell she had meant to use at all. Talk about a royal screwup. But was Claudine one to cry over spilt pumpkin juice? Of course not. She acted as though she hadn’t heard the person. “Silencio.” Without hesitation the Silencing Charm was cast. And for good measure? “Incarcerous.” Ropes flew from her wand with the aim to bind them. Hopefully the spells were enough to keep them silent and incapacitated. Claudine then turned away, telling herself again this was not a real moment; what she was doing wasn’t hurting anyone. Still, the girl could picture the disappointment on Heath’s face if he knew what she had done. But maybe The Hoods, if they could somehow see this, would be further convinced that she wasn’t a Muggle sympathiser.

Anyway.

Back to the carnage.

Claudine’s wand pointed to the filing cabinet so that the draws shot open. “Incendio.” With the incantation, she aimed to destroy the files within.

Valencia blinked a few times taking in the scene. Feeling a pang in her heart, she paced around deciding what to do. Alright. Make it useless to muggles? She could do that. She transfigured the bed to a simple straw mat that could have been made by hand. Beds were probably muggle inventions, right?

She then headed over to the stuffed animals. Those also existed in the wizarding world. Fun fact though, Teddy Bears were a fairly recent American muggle invention. She dug through the pile before finding one. She held it up and charmed it so that it blinked occasionally and whispered things like 'I love you.' and 'Your hair is amazing.'

Why? Because for some reason muggles didn't like talking toys. They were frightened of them. She thought this would be a pretty good way to render the toys and the entire house useless and probably give way more nightmares than she was comfortable with.

In a real situation, Phoebe would be horrified that there was a small child approaching, but she knew it wasn't real. She knew she could handle this and make Schmoe look good to the goons, because it wasn't real. It wasn't real. It wasn't real.

One more flourish, and then she could exit the scene. One more way to show that they didnt' care about Muggles and Schmoe was a hero among Professor. Phoebe blasted the flower pots off the window sill and scared the broken shards across the floor in front of the door. Bare feet for breakfast...

And she could slip out the back door and escape.

Footsteps? Voices? Merlin's beard, this was-

...part of the scene. This fake scene. Yes. It wasn't real. There wasn't really a Muggle child here. No matter how real and unsettling it felt to pretend there was.

"Colloportus," she cast at the door to ensure it was locked, in case anyone in this scenario tried to come in. Getting caught kinda ruined the whole secret sabotage thing.

Next Ivy gathered all the toys that were scattered on the floor, lined them in front of the door, and cast "Reducio," on each one. Some of them looked pretty hard and pointy, so by making them a little smaller, they probably wouldn't notice they'd need to step over them, and stepping on them would probably hurt.

Now, what else to sabotage?

That music box maybe?

A quick "Diffindo," sliced the cord that connected it to its power source, and the music abruptly cut off. There. They wouldn't be using that again any time soon.

Everything is quiet. Or is it? Did you hear that? Could it be the sound of approaching footsteps? Or maybe you're just hearing things...

The noises from below seem to quiet down and maybe that's a good sign... Until you hear frantic footsteps heading up the stairs.

Maybe you caught the door turning or maybe you only noticed the three year old once she opened the door. But either way, it is unlikely that you missed the sound of her wails. "Thahahat's my bear!" She SOBS between her words, running into the room and diving for one of the plushies you just slashed. "Why did you hurt him? Why did you hurt my bear?"

The quiet sounds from the other side of the door drew closer... and closer... until Y E L P!

It seems that your plan was unfolding just as you intended. But how long would it take them to get inside?

You know what a locked door is no match for? A key.

If you listen closely, you might just hear the unmistakable sound of a key unlocking a closed door. And then the knob slowly begins to turn.

Were those footsteps you heard from the floor above? Or just the sound of the electronics you were tampering with?

While you sat and cried, someone was heading up for the room. Two someones. One no older than four and the other a big, burly man (likely the father).

The door opens and you come face to face with the two muggles. The adult immediately throws himself in front of his child. "Who are you and what are you doing in my son's room?!" He looks belligerent.

"What the--" Fortunately your next spell worked the way you intended. But the muggle called out to her colleagues for reinforcement. "HELP! SOMEONE HELP!"

Oh? And that fire you just started?

It set off the sprinklers. Hopefully you're wearing your rainboots today.

If you listen carefully, the music box isn't all you hear. There seemed to be noises coming from below. What could that possibly be?

Just as you finish with the flower pots, the door opens and a young girl (no more than ten years old) makes her way into the kitchen. "Who... Who are you?" She tucks her blonde hair behind her ears and gives you a worried look before stepping into the kitchen, unaware that of the broken shards covering the floor.

But when her bare feet step onto the shards, she screams.

You hear knocking outside the door.

"Mummy? Mummy? Why won't you let me inside? I want to show Jimmy my toys. Mummy?"

OOC: 12 more hours before we wrap-up this activity!

Devin snapped out of his little daydream within the daydream when the muggles showed up. There were still tears silently rolling down his cheeks as he turned around to see the angry looking man and the little boy. Huh. A son. He would have pegged this as a girls room given the princess bedsheets. Oh well, who was to say that boys couldn’t like princesses too. Whatever made the kid happy. For now there were more pressing matters at hand. Devin couldn’t bring himself to hurt the man in front of the child. That would be far too traumatic for the poor kid. He wished he could obliviate the muggles and apparate right out of there, but those skills were far beyond his abilities. Instead, he pointed his wand at the man. ”Colloshoo.” Hopefully that would stop the man from getting close enough to physically harm him. He then cast cheering charms at both of the muggles in hopes that it would make them forget their aggression towards him. It seemed like the best he could do with his level of experience.

Hearing noises on the floor above him, Minjae froze where he stood. He looked up as if eyes would somehow give him an X-ray vision if he stared long enough but when nothing else happened he relaxed a bit.

He turned around, looking at the room and thought that it looked pretty nice if you didn’t count the countless broken glass in one end of the room and the cut plugs making the electronics useless on the other side. It was such shame having to destroy a place like this.

But what else could he do?

Pointing his wand at the potted plants behind the sink, Minjae waved his wand and shouted ”Herbivicus Duo!” The pots shattered as the plants began to grow at rapid speed, soon covering the whole sink area and from the floor to the roof. It would be such a pain to get to the sink now!

The hufflepuff watched for a while, thinking that this look was actually not bad. It was a bit much but with a bit of trimming it gave the back wall a nice touch. It reminded him of his common room somehow.

He was about to point his wand at something else when a noise startled him. It took him a moment to realize that it was his stomach that had been growling . Well….*sabotage* did make one hungry…. He looked around and saw the pots on the stove . Moving towards them, Minjae hovered above them and after grabbing a cloth on the table next to it . He pulled off the lid of one of the pots and watched the steam rise up. Opening a few drawers until he found a spoon, the Hufflepuff tried whatever was inside of the pot closest to him.

Standing there looking around the room, Lia knew that more could be done. She wouldn't do it though. What she had done was bad enough. She didn't want to do anything else but leave this place.

Lost in her own thoughts and willing herself not to cry, the door opening was lost to her. However, those wailing sobs were not. Dahlia spun around to face the voice, blue eyes falling upon a tiny little girl running into the room. That child was the size of Bryony, probably the very same age too. How could she have not locked the door?! That was the first thing she should've done... it didn't matter now though.

All Lia could see and hear now was her own niece in her head. Whether this was a dream or not, was over. Everything she had been telling herself only minutes earlier, over. There was nothing making it past the vision of the little girl crying right in front of her. "I-..I.." No more words were coming out. What could she even say to the child?! The little girl wouldn't understand that she 'had to do it'. Nothing she said was going to help! She was a horrible person, horrible. This kid was going to be traumatized and it was all her fault!

Dahlia blinked, the hot tears that had been stinging her eyes falling freely down her cheeks. "I- I'm sorry... I ca-can fix him..." she whispered through her own tears, her hand shaking as she aimed her wand at the teddy bear. "Reparo," she cast making the wand movement. Nothing. She was going to get this to work. She would. Again and again she repeated the spell until finally the teddy bear mended itself back together, hopefully to its original state. Probably not though with her shaky hand and tears she couldn't stop making it hard to breath, let alone focus on anything.

She was probably going to be in trouble for fixing the damage she had done to the bear but honestly, she wasn't even thinking about that right now.

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Everything is quiet. Or is it? Did you hear that? Could it be the sound of approaching footsteps? Or maybe you're just hearing things...

What was that? Heath thought he heard the sound of footsteps, though he wasn’t sure. Maybe he was just imagining things… that tended to happen when he was on edge. Just in case, he drew his wand and cast a quiet, “Muffliato.” If there were muggles coming, they may be less likely to come in here if they couldn’t hear his voice.

Hoping his spell would buy him more time, Heath turned his attention to the stove next. How could he sabotage it? His dark eyes fell to the knobs. That’s it! He thought. If he did something to prevent the knobs from turning, the muggles would be unable to turn the stove off, and whatever was in those pots would burn and possibly spread fire to the house. The darkness of his own thoughts terrified him, and he felt a sharp pang of guilt for what he was about to do. It’s not real, he reminded himself… but it sure felt like it. His hand shook slightly as he made the dramatic zig-zag motion that accompanied what was (up until that moment) his favorite transfiguration spell. “Evanesco.”

He cast the spell a few more times until he had hit all of the knobs on the stove. When he was done, he looked around the room for something else to sabotage, and his eyes landed on the microwave. This could be a good time to put the number-scrambling idea he had for the alarm clock into action… but what spell could he use to do it? He thought for a minute. Maybe a switching spell would work? Switch the number on one button with the number on another until they were all mixed up. The more he thought about it, the more it seemed like a time-consuming process, but there was no harm in trying it, he supposed.

Visualizing his concept clearly in mind, Heath aimed his wand at the “1” button on the microwave and cast, “Mutatis Mutandi!” If that had worked correctly, the button should now say “6” and the “6” button should say “1”. Then he moved on to the next button. “Mutatis Mutandi.” Now the “2” button should say “0” and vice versa. “Mutatis Mutandi.” The numbers on the “3” and “8” buttons should have swapped now. He was going to keep repeating that process until all the numbers were scrambled or until he ran out of time, whichever came first.

There were sounds at the door. Yay. Ash backed away from the door and raised her wand. Whoever came in would quite possibly experience a blast of fire, or possibly water, or maybe just a hex, to the face.

Ash was not too subtle. Everything she did was bold and had her own personal branding on it. Told to mess up a room, fire was the first thing she could think of. Fire was something of a personal symbol at this point. If something was burning, there was a high chance that she had started it.

THis was pitiful. Here she was, ASHLEY. FOX. The muggleborn. Who hated fire. And was always sad. And WHAT was she doing? She was BURNING down the HOUSE of a MUGGLE CHILD.

She thought to herself, I didn't start the fire. It was always burning... It was all very funny. What a sick joke. She couldn't help but laugh. Because either you laughed maniacally and burned down a house or you curled up in a corner and cried, and died.

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"What the--" Fortunately your next spell worked the way you intended. But the muggle called out to her colleagues for reinforcement. "HELP! SOMEONE HELP!"

Oh? And that fire you just started?

It set off the sprinklers. Hopefully you're wearing your rainboots today.

Claudine could only glare at the person? Honestly, didn’t he know how to shut up? “Langlock.” Perhaps a different spell would do the trick. And perhaps she needed to get an umbrella. Conjuring up objects was not something that Claudine could do well. It was too advanced for her so she would have to settle for using spells still.

The Slytherin pointed her wand to the contraptions that were making the water fall. A mutter of an incantation and a flash of blue light later proved that her spell had worked. Water no longer cascaded on her.

Was that all the room had in store for her?

Ha.

That was Nem's cue. It would serve to get this done quickly now. They tapped each sticky note strip with their wand, making some adjustments, twisting the pieces out and lengthening them a bit so they were essentially paper fuse wires with sticky ends. Nem stuck two under the desk, spaced apart from each other for maximum efficiency, and one on the back of the Epoximised leather chair, and lit each with a nonverbal Incendio. The twists should help them burn a little slower... and then the chair and desk should catch once the occupants of the room were stuck in place.

Getting out of the line of fire way, Nem gave the same sticking treatment to the other chairs as they passed, only those got stuck fast to the floor as well. Within moments, Nem was over by the filing cabinet, and had cracked the tip of their wand down sharply on top of their head. The cool trickles down their neck and body told them they were reasonably well hidden, as long as they didn't move too much, and a glance down at their body confirmed it.

In one quick, final, and lithe movement, Nem sprung themselves up to sit atop the now toasty warm filing cabinet, and made one last visual sweep of the room to check they'd not missed anything important. The door could be opening imminently, so if they needed to do anything, it had to be from here.

Aha. "Immobulus." The muttered charm was cast at the sprinklers above, and now Nem only had to sit and wait for the show to start.

It's too late. The child is already sobbing. The older muggle is able to dodge your first spell. Your second one, however, is a direct hit. For now it looks like the muggle is appeased. But how long will your charm last?

While busy yourself with the pot of rice, small footsteps grow louder and louder.

"Mummy? .... You're not my mummy. What did you do with my mummy?"

The small girl was already wailing.

Though you did your best to mend the bear, it wasn't as good as new. Her favorite bear was ruined forever. And the small child continued to sob. "Why would you hurt him? Why would you?"

While your muffliato was a nice thought, it came too late. Someone was already on their way to the kitchen. "Hey, mum! Can I take the car to--OHMYGOD THIEF!!!!" Using the attachment to her keychain, the girl pressed down on her pepper spray and aimed directly for your eyes.

Do you know what happens when you start a fire inside? The fire alarms go off.

Loud, obnoxious, piercing fire alarms. So loud that it is hard to concentrate on anything else at all. How are you ears doing?

Too late. Others had heard them and there were two... no three... no FOUR security guards bounding inside the office. "Put your hands where I can see them!" Said one, while the other three made their way towards you, one flinging his body at you to knock you down.

The cursed doorknob slowed them down, but moments later three gentlemen made their way into the room (one of which was nursing his hand). If there was anything off, no one seemed to notice.

"Please, take a seat," said the one on his way to the desk. It was only when he sat that he noticed something was burning, but by then... It was too late.

He tried moving, but the sticking charms kept him in place. "What is going on?" The other two in the room were finding themselves in a similar predicament. In attempt to break free, the man behind the desk began pulling on anything he could find. His hand caught on the drawer holding his office supplies, which... immediately started their attack. The three men struggled in their chairs, helplessly fighting off rogue staplers, just as the three small flames reached their--

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For once in his (trainwreck of a) life, Finneas had not lost track of time. He had been checking his watch on the minute, every minute. He didn't want to leave the children inside the dreams any longer than was necessary, it hurt his soul just thinking about it. And so, when time was up, he waved his wand and cast a simple "Finite," effectively snapping everyone out of their torture chamber day dream (and keeping Nemesis Upstead from the pleasure of seeing their grand finale).

"Welcome back to class," he started weakly. "I hope everyone learned some valuable lessons today.... And er, that's all. Class dismissed. Your er, your homework will be posted on the noticeboard within the hour." This was hard and it was only getting harder with each passing day.

Anyway, ANYWAY, AnYwAy.
The Schmoe must go on.

OOC: Thanks for joining us on this strange and terrifying adventure everyone! Hope y'all had just as much fun as I did. This thread will remain open for 12 more hours so that you can wrap up and head out <3

Oooh, the alarms were going off. Ashley Fox ignored them. But she did feel very sick, thinking about her actions. Not sad. Just numb. And ill. And the nightmare ended. And they were back in the (much worse) nightmare that was the real world. Yay. Ash nodded at Schmoe. She was slightly paler than usual today, but she pretended that she wasn't in order to not call attention to herself. "Bye, Professor Schmoe. Have a nice day." Pleasantries. Nobody would have a nice day, save for the cult followers.

Still and silent while sitting cross-legged atop the filing cabinet, Nem watched the door closely, and didn't need to wait long at all before the daydream muggles entered. Nothing particularly special about them. Any one of them could have been Nem's own father, just sans magic.

By the time they were all sitting, Nem was almost eager to see how well this would play out, and they stared intently at the struggling muggles now fighting the enchanted office supplies. They could smell it too now, the burning, and any second now, any second the furniture would catch and-

Nem blinked, entirely too disoriented from being snapped so suddenly out of the scene they had been watching with great scrutiny. After a second or two, they got their bearings again. Another second, and there came that feeling. The same ugly feeling they'd felt at the feast, when they'd thought the Big Man had left without warning, pulled the rug out from under them and robbed them of an indefinable something, like they had been bested in some way. That had turned out not to be the case, of course, and the feeling hadn't lasted. This wouldn't last either, they knew, but it was here now.

Very quietly and with an utterly inscrutable expression, Nem packed their things away, stood, and shouldered their bag.

They stared at Schmoe for a long, uncomfortable (for him) moment, before saying in a dead, flat voice, "Schmoe."

And then they left.

Bernie made a face at the yelp from the Muggle; she felt bad for hurting them and she had TRIED to get them to GO BUT DID THE---

Oh. Thank Merlin, it was over. It WAS just a daydream after all. Bernie exhaled very very deeply and shuffled away to get her things. She'd always loved this class but now she had very very mixed feelings for it, and this year in general had been a tough year for feelings. She wiped something off her face (A tear? A bead of sweat? Who knew?) and nodded to Schmoe.

"Goodbye, Professor." Until next class, she hoped.

Wow.

Four of them.

Was Claudine going to panic? Of course not. She was the type of girl who didn’t go down without a fight. Her wand raised at the nearest security. Only thing was… Claudine found herself back in the classroom. She was not pleased. There had been some good spell work that she had planned for those guys. Admittedly, the girl had been enjoying the activity.

Oh well.

She grabbed her belongings then started to head out. “Take care, Professor.’’ She meant that, you know.