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Second year was turning out quite eventful for Dennis. He was learning swiftly to ride a broom, solved a few daring puzzles in the room of requirement, even got into a fight and then some. It was almost as if the Ravenclaw didn’t do any of his homework at all. He was a roving one man band of mischief making. Ok, that wasn’t quite the truth, the redhead, ever faithful to his studies, would never be able to skip homework, but the rest was certainly true! He did have a surprise waiting in his bag that he carried though, perhaps there was more to be done in the mischief department.

He was taking a stroll through the castle, as a kind of reward for finishing the homework he had left. Nothing like the chill of the day and the emptiness of the halls. Suddenly, he had the urge to use the bathroom, and quite urgently. Good thing he was a short way away from it! Dennis rounded the corner to see a gaggle of people making a commotion at the entrance. What was this absurd nonsense about? The boy pushed to the front of the pack to see none other than fellow mischief incarnate, Clark Baird, ruling the door like he was king. And what a king he was!

“Clark!” Dennis hailed cheerfully pushing the boy who the goblin sucker punched out of the way. “I do think you aren’t charging enough,” Dennis said as he stood beside his friend and made the most goofy menacing look he could muster. He leaned over and whispered, “Once we clear this lot out, though, I think I have a better use of our time."

@Clark Baird

He pushed himself off of the door, uncrossing his arms and faced Dennis. “Hey Denny.” The goblin said softly. What was this message about not charging enough? Was seven galleons not enough? He figured most of these peasants weren’t able to afford the bathroom. In all honesty, Clark just wanted to punch them in the guts, but wanted to give them a choice between pain and financial loss.

He punched a boy who didn’t have the galleons to use the bathroom in his guts and smiled grimly. He turned towards Dennis. “Yeah, what do you have in mind?” He asked, obviously curious. He figured that nothing Dennis could come up with was going to kill him, so he’d be the unkillable cat in where curiosity could not kill.

He turned back towards the other people in the line and growled at them, putting his dukes up and waving his clenched fists around as if he were going to punch them all if they did not leave.

Slowly though, the line began to disperse, perhaps they were planning on going to another lavatory. Either way, Clark was fine with it. They were gone. “Okay, Dennis. Whatever you’re thinking, let’s do it.”

@Dennis Tumberton

Dennis shrugged at Clark’s inquisitive look at the mention of charging more. The Ravenclaw wasn’t in the mood to play door troll, he had another plan and he needed his goblin friend in tow. Clark continued on for a little longer, sucker punching another poor kid and Dennis pushed the halfwit away. Sooner or later they would need to get down to business or Dennis would just do it himself and leave Clark to drown.

The Hufflepuff seemed to finally have enough as well as he struck a fighting stance of sort and growled. Dennis also drew his wand and scowled as if he would curse anyone who messed with his short friend. The crowd got the message, though, and dispersed on their menacing command. The redhead put his wand away and opened the door to the bathroom, beckoning Clark to follow with his other. “Come come. We have work to do.”

Once they were inside Dennis opened his bag to reveal his dung bomb. He grinned as if he were a goblin himself and said, “Why don’t we make a splash?” Dennis asked teasingly before thinking he ought to perhaps explain himself further. “Let’s blow the toilets up Clark. Maybe we can shove this down one of them.”

@Clark Baird

@Dennis Tumberton
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Clark's resignation to do whatever was offered or proposed by the redhead with blazing blue eyes that continued to tower over him was simply just a happy distraction from harming someone else.

However, if he could do something fun, well, then he would be double the happy. "Goodbye boys!" He called after them as they dispersed down the hall. He followed the redhead into the bathroom as he proclaimed that he had a job for them to do. Well, ain't that a kick?

Of course they had a job to do! Clark acknowledged that when he saw the dung bomb. He was not stupid, as exploding the toilets were one of the biggest things that he wanted to do at Hogwarts. However, he was not specifically wanting to use a Dungbomb. He wanted a stick of dynamite like they show in the comic books.

Regardless, it would still explode and cause a horrid smell.

That was good enough. Clark looked him in the eyes. "You know.. your eyes are so pretty, so blue, like the ocean." He winked, before throwing out his long fingers palm-side up to demand a stench filled bomb. "You first, Denny." He said, a smile soft on his face as he attempted to read over his face.

One of the things Dennis loved about Clark is that the boy was never afraid to get his hands dirty. Wherever there was true mischief afoot, Clark somehow found himself in the middle of it. Nothing short of real damage would do, and that was something the Ravenclaw could get behind. They went into the bathroom and the goblin never once hesitated even when Dennis showed off the goods. The boy grinned at his companion as the smaller of the two stuck out his hand to get one of the bombs. “Attaboy Clark!” He said triumphantly, gripping one of the spherical stink pods and putting it in the Hufflepuff’s hands.

“See you on the other side, mate,” Dennis nodded as if he had a solemn duty to carry out the most death-defying task. The redhead strutted into one of the stalls. The next sound was a plop and a swirl of water, as he dropped the bomb in the toilet and flushed. In the next moment, Dennis burst out of the door as there came an echoing lurk from the gas build up in the pipe as the bomb got lodged. There was silence, and perhaps for a moment the boy thought he messed up until it happened. With a loud rupture the toilet exploded, and dirty water burst forth, flooding the floor and hitting the ceiling. Hopefully his fellow prankster-in-arms fared as well as he.

@Clark Baird

With the loud sound of crackling porcelain as it flew open, water rushing out fast.. Clark turned to see Dennis drenched. "Dude... you don't smell so good." He said, but he smirked, a serious or solemn expression not present on his face.

He looked at the next stall over and kicked the door open, watching it slam into the wall roughly and bounce back with a shaky vibe and he winked at the boy. "Oh dearie." He said, speaking the words in reference to his father.

Without waiting a second, he aimed the dungbomb deep into the watery trap, at the hole at the bottom of the bowl, where the pipe was essentially.

Not a moment to waste as the toilet exploded and Clark himself was covered in head to toe with dirty water. Water that no one would want to touch or drink due to how disgusting it was.

He coughed violently, but ran towards Dennis and gave him a big ol hug. "My lovely friend, you are wonderful! Do you have more? I want to break more! Please?!" He exclaimed, though his tone was more of that of a toddler's tantrum and whine.

He smelled horrible. And his clothes? Well.. dragon dung never got out the last time around.. so whose to say that the smell would come out of his present outfit? Out of his skin?

@Dennis Tumberton

Dennis tried his best to ignore the growing smell. The stench of the toilet water quickly filled the bathroom. His clothes were soaked in various disgusting liquids, browns, grays, greens, and for some reason….purple? Wizards were weird weren’t they? While clumps of matter Dennis tried to avoid making eye contact with floated toward the bathroom drain, yet another explosion occurred. This time it was Clark. He had wisely chose to use the dungbomb he was given. Unfortunately, the goblin’s toilet must have already been clogged by some other foul creature as there was twice as much filth!

It seemed his friend didn’t mind in the least, a wild look in his eye of pure glee and mania as he bounded over to the Ravenclaw. Dennis was soaked but the Hufflepuff was absolutely lathered in the mess. Wait. What was he doing? No, no, Clark…but Dennis’ voice would not work to protest as the other boy embraced him. The slim and feces squishing and sliding between their two bodies as Clark jumped up and down demanding more carnage.

It was a good thing that Dennis had a stomach of steel. The only thing that really bothered him was the stench he was not likely to get out. His only hope was that he could cleanse himself before going off to France.

Since Clark was not likely to let up. Dennis managed to peel, or rather, slip his way out of Clark’s grip. He looked around and found a solution to at least part of their issue. “I got something.” Taking out his now desecrated wand, Dennis flicked it at the sink and said, “Diffindo!” With the spell casted, the pipes in the sink broke spraying a constant stream of clean water, filling the room twice as fast. The water was now up past his ankles but at least it was cleaner.

With the room flooding from all sides it was almost a matter of time before water would flood out into the hall way. “Clark…we should probably go before we get caught yeah? Let someone else clean up this mess.”

@Clark Baird

Heh. HEH. No, there was no way he was covered with shit. No. He watched Dennis cast the Diffindo spell but almost as if he were going to be mean, he also turned around and aimed the wand towards his trousers. "Diffindo."

Clark wasn't going to be caught dead with shit in the room. No. He would run, run far away if he could. Hopefully no one would see him, no one would see the destruction in the bathroom. He did his job and that was to punch a bunch of kids in the stomach for not paying him to use the bathroom, and blew up the toilets alongside a rather handsome redhead.

But with this use of Diffindo on Dennis, he was going to try to use it to get the hell out of the place, as fast as he possibly could, and so that was the process he was going to take. For a brief second, he stood there and stared at Dennis as the water sprayed from the sink. He ran towards the door, turned again and looked at the young man in the face. "I might think you're pretty, but I'll be damned if I'm caught dead with you here." That said, he hoped his words would remain with Dennis and with the aftermath that it gave him time to run and leave.

Clark has left the thread.

Dennis blinked. In one moment the filth was literally washing away as the water continued to displace floaty, foamy, rancid piles of foul smelling whatever-it-was-students-ate-for-breakfast the next he was left quite literally pantless as the goblin waddled out of the bathroom. He must think he’s pretty slick still covered in the brown. “Dude…” Dennis growled his hands out as if to say ‘look at what you’ve done,’ before they clapped against his wet sides in resignation, the goblin having slipped away.

He waited a few seconds, hoping, rather foolishly, that his friend would come and help him. That was not to be the case, however, and Dennis did his best to pick up the now completely soaked bits of his trousers. Forget this. “Reparo!” Dennis said, dropping the torn fabric of what was his trousers back into the water. They stitched and formed around his waist again, as if the goblin hadn’t just left him potentially mooning any would be passersby.

Slogging out of the bathroom himself, surprised no one raised an arm after all this time or sent a prefect, Dennis mumbled to himself, “aer calidus” casting the hot air charm as he walked, drying off his clothes as he rounded the corner. He secretly hoped that his goblin friend was oh so very soggy and hated it.

@Clark Baird

Dennis exits.