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Post by aidan on Sept 22, 2011 22:29:48 GMT -5
Blah blah blah blah blah save me Coco I'm going fucking nuts over here. We gotta do something. Maybe not right now, but soon, because I reckon I miss your crazy ass. In the meantime, though, distract me from this bullshit that is this class.
Oh, and are you going to Yule?
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Post by cococalloway on Sept 22, 2011 23:16:25 GMT -5
Uggghh, I know!! Can this class GET any more boring? I think not. Umm, do something, do something... riiight. Well, we can stand on the table and moon the prof, I've got some blotter paper in my bag that I'd be willing to share and we can have an enjoyable rest of class tripping, oooor we could transfigure that table leg over there to just, oops, disappear, watch chaos ensure, and then try and sneak out.
Oh sweet MERLIN don't mention that damned thing to me! I was cornered into looking at dresses a couple days ago and I'm STILL throwing up sequins and rainbows from that overly ridiculous experience. But as long as I can just wear... something comfortable, sure, why the hell not. You?
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Post by aidan on Sept 25, 2011 23:56:42 GMT -5
I like the last idea. Would you do the honors of casting the spell?
And we can talk about Yule once we get out of here...
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Post by cococalloway on Oct 3, 2011 0:49:54 GMT -5
You mean, would I do the honors of casting said spell so that way when they corner us later on and check our wands, I'll get the blame for being the trouble causer, hmm? You traitorous pain in the ass! I'll do it.
[/center] With a conspiratory wiggle of her pale eyebrows (if only she had a good moustache to twirl... wait, focus), Coco, trying to lean oh so casually on the table top, slipped her wand below and took aim. Well, took aim was a bit of an overstatement considering she couldn't see which way her wand was pointing, but luck would surely be on her side. The table leg two rows ahead of her looked like a fine target, was in easy hexing distance... flick and-- well shit. There was the noise of air being let out of a balloon and the bag two feet to the left of the aforementioned table leg, belonging to some poor, unsuspecting Ravenclaw boy, began quickly leaking very green, very thick, and very noxious smoke. "Well that worked well!" The girl coughed, laughter and a reaction to the smell and smoke inseparable. Grabbing Aidan's hand in the sudden onslaught of students running from the source, she ducked behind the retreating crowd and, under cover of chaos, slipped from the room with her fellow Gryffindor in tow.[/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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