Henry Llewellyn
11 Jan 2021, 04:03
Exploding Toilets
There was a faint dripping sound in the empty lavatory, but Henry was too focused on the task at had to be annoyed by it. With his robes rolled up to his shoulder – difficult to do with such loose fabric – and his toes perched precariously on the edge of the toilet seat, he had his hands in the hanging cistern, attempting something he wasn’t sure would work on these toilets. He had learned this prank from Daniel a couple years ago and had wanted to see how it would work on the boys’ lavatory at Hogwarts. After a bit of digging around in the cistern, his fingers now freezing, Henry finally located the tube he was looking for. Doing this blind was no fun.
Grabbing hold of it, he felt along the tube to find its connection with another part of the inside of the cistern. When he located what he wanted, he pulled. At this angle, his strength wasn’t enough to get it in one go, but another pull and a little wiggling loosened and released the tube. With a grin, Henry pulled the freed end out over the edge of the cistern and slid the lid back into place. Carefully, he placed the lid so it didn’t squish the tube, but so that the tube was invisible, and shuffled backward. With a start, his left foot slipped and landed with a splash in the toilet.
“Augh!” He exclaimed, stumbling backward off the toilet seat, thudding painfully against the locked stall door behind him. He shook out his foot, disgusted at the feeling of freezing toilet water in his shoes. He shook it a few more times, knowing he was going to have to go back to his dorm for fresh socks, before finally looking up at the hanging cistern. It was still possible to see the end of the tube, but he knew most boys didn’t look up when they used the toilet, so he knew the next person in wouldn’t notice. With a satisfied nod, he turned and unlocked the door, prepared to do this to every single stall (the first one had already been done). Upon leaving his stall, however, he noticed someone had already come in. Hopefully they weren't opposed to a little prank....
Grabbing hold of it, he felt along the tube to find its connection with another part of the inside of the cistern. When he located what he wanted, he pulled. At this angle, his strength wasn’t enough to get it in one go, but another pull and a little wiggling loosened and released the tube. With a grin, Henry pulled the freed end out over the edge of the cistern and slid the lid back into place. Carefully, he placed the lid so it didn’t squish the tube, but so that the tube was invisible, and shuffled backward. With a start, his left foot slipped and landed with a splash in the toilet.
“Augh!” He exclaimed, stumbling backward off the toilet seat, thudding painfully against the locked stall door behind him. He shook out his foot, disgusted at the feeling of freezing toilet water in his shoes. He shook it a few more times, knowing he was going to have to go back to his dorm for fresh socks, before finally looking up at the hanging cistern. It was still possible to see the end of the tube, but he knew most boys didn’t look up when they used the toilet, so he knew the next person in wouldn’t notice. With a satisfied nod, he turned and unlocked the door, prepared to do this to every single stall (the first one had already been done). Upon leaving his stall, however, he noticed someone had already come in. Hopefully they weren't opposed to a little prank....
Last edited by Henry Llewellyn on 3 Feb 2021, 19:06, edited 2 times in total.
20 Jan 2021, 00:30
Exploding Toilets
Hexcode= #507091
Hands down, the best part about being Prefect was the private restroom. So far there had never been a queue. The facilities were always immaculately clean and well stocked. What was important to him however was that he had earned the privilege fairly. It was for those exact same reasons that he was in the Boy's Lavatory today. He was too busy being a tattle-tale to mind his own business, so when the urge to mind his own business came calling, he took the next best thing to the Prefect Bathroom. Sadly, second best was also last place in this instance.
That anxious moment of worrying about it was short lived, relief coming in the form of assurance that he would not experience latch-key incontinence as a wet-shoed boy's stall opened at just the perfect moment for him to make his move. He was happy not to fiddle with the locks as the adrenaline made his fingers all fidgety and useless. As he looked down, minding his own business this time, he noticed the wet footprints on the floor leading out of the stall and despite it being none of his business, it still itched at his morbid curiosity. Regardless, he was presently occupied.
He was not ready however for the ensuing chaos of flushing. The matter having been one potent experience and the loo refusing to cooperate. Pulling the lever harder only resulting in a strange shrieking sound resulting in a jetting stream of water from on high. The water had built up pressure until the pipe finally overpowered the tank's lid, knocking it to the ground and destroying it as the toilet's plumbing soaked him. He had spent the last several months experiencing nightmares about being sucked into a swirling wave of water. So now that it was finally coming true, Sylvain gasped out in pain. A hurtful but completely accurate and unmistakable connection was made. Whoever that boy with a wet shoe was had what was coming to him.
Drenched in water, a bit of loo paper attached and trailing his shoe, Sylvain stormed down the corridors furious. He had never really been the type to get angered by very much, but the notion of somebody getting one over on him just for laughs made him boil. Like a locomotive, once he got going, it was hard to stop. As he stormed his way up the castle following the fading soaked steps of his "assailant" Sylvain spotted the prankster with a tuft of red hair. "There you are!" Sylvain said pointing at him from about a meter away. "Get him Minerva." Minerva, in all of her terrifying charm, swooped in on the miscreant snatching the hood of his cloak and giving it a tug towards the dripping-mad Prefect.
By then, Sylvain had already pieced the series of events together in his head. The boy's shoe was wet because he had slipped in the toilet while standing on the seat. It only made sense that he did so, because he had to stand on the seat in order to reach into the tank. He probably hadn't meant to disrespect a prefect, but he certainly had tampered with school property. Having had the time to process his anger, Sylvain would visibly shudder in disgust as the thought of shrieking water exploded from the toilet's back covering him in clean, but grody, water at best.
He thought hard and long while Minerva clutched the student's robe keeping him from escaping. Realizing how hilarious the situation was, Sylvain's voice turned into a likely surprising bout of laughter as his anger evaporated. It was a classic prank and well executed too. The only thing the boy did wrong was make a fatal slip. Figuratively of course. Still, he was going to catch a detention for defacing school property. When his laughter finally stopped, and Minerva returned to his shoulder, Sylvain looked the boy in the eyes leaving no doubt of the situation. "I hope you like shoveling mooncalf crap, because you're going to be neck deep in it if I have anything to say about it. He smiled. "And because you just pranked a prefect, I do."
Begrudgingly, he admitted to himself that it was definitely the funniest prank he'd seen this year. Not that he'd ever admit it out loud. Hopefully the infamy was worth it.
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Henry Llewellyn
21 Jan 2021, 02:33
Exploding Toilets
The boy that entered his stall behind him was…very familiar. Henry could have sworn he had seen him around somewhere. Still, his prank was about to work, so he needed to exit. Fast. Making his way out of the bathroom, Henry squished along the corridor, grumbling at his wet shoe. He hated the feeling of water in his shoes, it was really icky. Trying to make as much ground as he could, though, he had to ignore the shoe. He had made it quite a while from the lavatory when he heard someone shout. Looking behind himself, he recognized the person who had stepped into the bathroom after him. Shoot.
Immediately, he turned and started to walk faster, not wanting to run in the corridors. Unfortunately, he was not faster than an owl, who had swooped in and grabbed him by the hood of his robes. Henry flailed behind his head, trying to reach it, but to no avail, and eventually gave in to letting it drag him along the corridor. It was a little awkward, though, because this meant he had to walk backward. If he turned around, his hood would be in his face. So, he opted for walking backward.
Upon reaching the person who had chased him down, now dripping wet and soaking, Henry had to stifle a laugh. He was really pissed. In a single second, Henry took in the soaking person, tried not to laugh, and finally recalled who this guy was. It was his prefect. Henry’s stifled laugh completely disappeared and his eyes widened. His fingers wringed together with nerves as he waited for the verdict, and was surprised when he started laughing. Henry’s mouth screwed up into a crooked smile, mostly out of nerves and in an attempt to find the situation amusing once more. Unfortunately, he couldn’t, and was left standing there.
When the prefect finally spoke, it was to place a detention on him. Henry had gotten detention a few times in his primary school, so this wasn’t too big of a deal. He was simply embarrassed that he had pranked a prefect, even one who thought it was funny. “Erm, I didn’t mean to, er, get you….” Henry’s voice faded out as he realized he didn’t really have an explanation that would get him out of detention. He would accept his fate, even if it was to shovel some magical creature’s dung. “Sorry,” he finally muttered, face falling toward the floor, feet shuffling awkwardly.
@Sylvain Wyllt
Immediately, he turned and started to walk faster, not wanting to run in the corridors. Unfortunately, he was not faster than an owl, who had swooped in and grabbed him by the hood of his robes. Henry flailed behind his head, trying to reach it, but to no avail, and eventually gave in to letting it drag him along the corridor. It was a little awkward, though, because this meant he had to walk backward. If he turned around, his hood would be in his face. So, he opted for walking backward.
Upon reaching the person who had chased him down, now dripping wet and soaking, Henry had to stifle a laugh. He was really pissed. In a single second, Henry took in the soaking person, tried not to laugh, and finally recalled who this guy was. It was his prefect. Henry’s stifled laugh completely disappeared and his eyes widened. His fingers wringed together with nerves as he waited for the verdict, and was surprised when he started laughing. Henry’s mouth screwed up into a crooked smile, mostly out of nerves and in an attempt to find the situation amusing once more. Unfortunately, he couldn’t, and was left standing there.
When the prefect finally spoke, it was to place a detention on him. Henry had gotten detention a few times in his primary school, so this wasn’t too big of a deal. He was simply embarrassed that he had pranked a prefect, even one who thought it was funny. “Erm, I didn’t mean to, er, get you….” Henry’s voice faded out as he realized he didn’t really have an explanation that would get him out of detention. He would accept his fate, even if it was to shovel some magical creature’s dung. “Sorry,” he finally muttered, face falling toward the floor, feet shuffling awkwardly.
@Sylvain Wyllt
26 Jan 2021, 17:21
Exploding Toilets
Hexcode= #507091
His nerves shot, and his shoulders heavy, Sylvain decided he had quite enough torment for the day. The will to confront his prankster slowly dissipated as he stood there dripping. By now, he mostly hoped to get back to his own business without the interruption taking too much time from his busy schedule. What's more is it was likely they would both be late to class if they both didn't get a move on. On second thought, Syl was definitely going to be late but Henry still had time. Though Henry's crooked smile showed he still held remorse, it was again Sylvain's turn to be the responsible one and shoo him off. "Come on Minerva, let's go get dried off."
"and sorry or not, you're still in a lot of trouble... mister... uh." he said with an air of exasperation to his voice. Changing tone, he corrected himself, dismissing the chance for a proper introduction. "Now go on and get to class before you are late." Sylvain wasn't too worried about finding out the first-year student's name. He was clearly a fellow Ravenclaw so he would just report the incident to Iwasaki and write out the details for the detention afterwards. Paperwork, paperwork, paperwork. The thought of it while soaking in misery was hardly as fun.
The trudge back to the common room, one he woefully took in order to get changed, was a horrible experience. Oone that would make him look up at the tanks of the restroom for signs of tampering for the rest of his life. Or until he forgot. More likely the latter since he intended to never use the boy's lavatory again. One thing was for certain. He would never forget Henry.
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Bossing you around then leaving thread. Thanks Henry! It was fun!
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"Things are never so bad they can't be made worse." -Elim Garak
Henry Llewellyn
27 Jan 2021, 01:41
Exploding Toilets
The longer the two stood there, the longer Henry had to think about the prank and how it had probably been a bad idea. No, not probably, definitely. Daniel and Diana would have set-up that prank with no forethought, but Henry always did. He hoped his prefect would feel better later, but he didn’t get much of a chance to say anything, as the prefect decided he was going to leave. When he paused a split second, Henry opened his mouth to supply his name, but wasn’t able to, as the prefect brushed him off. Right, class, that was starting soon. Henry nodded sheepishly, watching the prefect walk away before turning around himself.
Alright, so maybe playing pranks was something he would hold back on. This thought crossed his mind and he recalled that the tube in the toilet was still where he’d left it….This thought crossed his mind with a million other thoughts before it can back with the force necessary to get him sprinting back to the lavatory. Even if there wasn’t going to be anyone there to know he had done it, he felt it was only right to adjust it before someone else got soaked. Unfortunately, at the angle, he couldn’t get the tube back in the right place. Sliding the lid back onto the toilet, he raced out of the bathroom and toward his next lesson. It wouldn’t spray anyone, but it would definitely affect the toilet’s functioning. Someone would fix it.
Alright, so maybe playing pranks was something he would hold back on. This thought crossed his mind and he recalled that the tube in the toilet was still where he’d left it….This thought crossed his mind with a million other thoughts before it can back with the force necessary to get him sprinting back to the lavatory. Even if there wasn’t going to be anyone there to know he had done it, he felt it was only right to adjust it before someone else got soaked. Unfortunately, at the angle, he couldn’t get the tube back in the right place. Sliding the lid back onto the toilet, he raced out of the bathroom and toward his next lesson. It wouldn’t spray anyone, but it would definitely affect the toilet’s functioning. Someone would fix it.