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Day 2: It's Raining Men.
Who: Everyone!
Where: Everywhere around Hogwarts.
When: Wednesday, February 6th, 2013
Format: Go to town with whatever you'd like
Open/Closed: OPEN
After no repeat incidents on Tuesday, the staff of the school were no doubt feeling quite confident that the pranks were indeed over and done with. Professor Madeldore, in particular, seemed rather serene and at peace, thinking that the Valentine Box should do the trick to boost student and staff morale. Though no one has been called out as the culprit, the individual seemed to have chickened out of following through with more than one stunt. Only a handful of people--one professor, in particular--wore a wary grimace on his face, wide and unblinking eyes peering through the souls of all his students mistrustfully, and that was Professor Javert. For everyone else, there was a sigh of relief, and it seemed as if the cruel nuisance had passed.
But by late Wednesday afternoon, anyone who was unfortunate enough to hop upon a broom would see immediately just how very wrong that assumption had been. Hopefully they will realize something is amiss well before they hit the ground, or else suffer a swift trip to the infirmary yet again.
[OOC NOTE: Day Two of our first event at Les Warts! As described in our Out-of-Character Event Description, all brooms have gone haywire at Hogwarts and will remain unusable until late evening on Wednesday. Though they will initially comply long enough to let their rider hop on, after rising about ten feet into the air, they will buck and do whatever they can to veer into walls, twist spasmodically through the hallways, or throw their riders off.
This entire post will encompass anywhere within Hogwarts you'd like to use, but be certain to put the location in the subject line simply for convenience's sake.
As per the first incident, feel free to play as you like. A mean-spirited prank seems to be the culprit… But who might have done such a thing? Was it an outcast, seeking revenge? Was it your best friend, looking for a quick laugh? Or is it something else completely?
Make your assumptions, call others out. Those who seek the truth are most certainly allowed to dig as best as they can. Though one thing is for certain, the prank was certainly not very funny anymore.
All broken bones and bruises will be healed in the infirmary by Thursday morning.]
Where: Everywhere around Hogwarts.
When: Wednesday, February 6th, 2013
Format: Go to town with whatever you'd like
Open/Closed: OPEN
After no repeat incidents on Tuesday, the staff of the school were no doubt feeling quite confident that the pranks were indeed over and done with. Professor Madeldore, in particular, seemed rather serene and at peace, thinking that the Valentine Box should do the trick to boost student and staff morale. Though no one has been called out as the culprit, the individual seemed to have chickened out of following through with more than one stunt. Only a handful of people--one professor, in particular--wore a wary grimace on his face, wide and unblinking eyes peering through the souls of all his students mistrustfully, and that was Professor Javert. For everyone else, there was a sigh of relief, and it seemed as if the cruel nuisance had passed.
But by late Wednesday afternoon, anyone who was unfortunate enough to hop upon a broom would see immediately just how very wrong that assumption had been. Hopefully they will realize something is amiss well before they hit the ground, or else suffer a swift trip to the infirmary yet again.
[OOC NOTE: Day Two of our first event at Les Warts! As described in our Out-of-Character Event Description, all brooms have gone haywire at Hogwarts and will remain unusable until late evening on Wednesday. Though they will initially comply long enough to let their rider hop on, after rising about ten feet into the air, they will buck and do whatever they can to veer into walls, twist spasmodically through the hallways, or throw their riders off.
This entire post will encompass anywhere within Hogwarts you'd like to use, but be certain to put the location in the subject line simply for convenience's sake.
As per the first incident, feel free to play as you like. A mean-spirited prank seems to be the culprit… But who might have done such a thing? Was it an outcast, seeking revenge? Was it your best friend, looking for a quick laugh? Or is it something else completely?
Make your assumptions, call others out. Those who seek the truth are most certainly allowed to dig as best as they can. Though one thing is for certain, the prank was certainly not very funny anymore.
All broken bones and bruises will be healed in the infirmary by Thursday morning.]
( quidditch pitch ) open
Hey, if this (alleged) Muggleborn was spared from the last round of pranks, then surely she must be invincible.
High-spirited and fast, she is easily one of the best chasers in school and this status has made her rather proud in that respect. So, she is first to the field and kicks off along with their team's keeper, both shooting into the air.
Neither of them get very far. The keeper tumbles to the ground and 'Chetta, panicked, tries to manage control over her broom, only to have it buck her like a stallion and resist each turn. What the bloody -- She swerves back and forth until the broom finally overpowers her and slams the girl into the stands.
Well, so much for invincible, she thinks.
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[Feuilly had a free period right now, so he'd been talking to the kids out near the pitch to see if they had any information on the poisoning. He'd barely had time to register that Musichetta was in trouble before she went flying into the stands. While someone heads off to get Joly (and probably Bossuet), he runs over to her]
What the hell happened?
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Surrounded by her teammates, she tries to roll onto her back and off her left arm - her wand arm - only to cry out in anguish, shutting her eyes tightly. ]
Oh, Merlin, please - I can't - [ Through the babble of her fellow chasers, both attempting to answer Feuilly's question, she finally hears a familiar voice as the captain cushions her arm over a rolled up robe. ] Let him through!
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Joly's on his way, 'Chetta. Other than your arm, where do you hurt?
[Better someone else know before Joly starts panicking. He's not interested in medicine (that's 'Ferre) but he can help a little]
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[ 'Chetta's right hand flings out to clutch her left arm and she heaves a dry sob. ] My broom went ballistic on me, Feuilly.
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[He gently pulls her right hand away from her arm]
Try to stay calm, okay? Joly'll be here soon and he's probably bringing Bossuet and all your bad luck's going to go to him.
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[ She flops back onto the pitch and shuts her eyes tightly, pushing her goggles up her forehead. Someone's already cast a numbing spell and the pain dulls somewhat. ] I should've seen this coming.
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[Pun time! Or at least attempts at pun time! It's a distraction either way]
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S-stop, making me laugh, it isn't good for me right now.
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Best if you all helped me to the Hospital Wing. My boys can dote on me there.
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[To Chetta:]
No offense or anything. I'm not Bahorel and can't carry someone that far without a charm.
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[ Well, at least someone was quick on their feet. Now there won't be a team of people carrying one girl into the hospital wing. She adjusts herself to lean against Feuilly's shoulder. ]
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Move, would you? Where's 'Chetta?
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Joly, I - I don't know what happened, I just kicked off and then, and then - [ 'Chetta removes her goggles, pushing them over her face to rest atop her head. ]
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It's gonna be alright. Bossuet's on his way, we'll take you to the hospital wing. I'll get 'Ferre to take down notes for me and I'll keep you company. Alright?
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I should have been more careful and I know you worry, and I'm sorry, [ Musichetta continues to ramble without breath, softly gasping for air once she's through. ]
grounds - open
Hm, what's up with the pitch? Probably nothing. Just kids goofing around on brooms, he bets.
Caesar Salazar's office | closed
"It wasn't my fault this time," he complained, snuffling angrily. "It was the broom."