A smelly prank
Áine peered into the open doorway looking around before not seeing anyone in view she slowly made her way into the room. She stared at the room it looked rather different than her parents told her. She shook her head. That was almost 36 years ago! things change in that time especially offices. That being said she did take her time to admire the beautiful armour and look peer around before she stopped. She had bought a little prank with her daily allowance. With a mischievous glint in her eye she started looking around the room.
"hmm no. too obvious."
She looked at one of the tall bookshelves in the room. she could put it up there unfortunately she thought to herself I don't know any spells yet...Wingardium Leviosa would be really handy right now. She thinks to herself as she looks around finding the perfect spot
"ooh he's gonna be furious!"
She quickly gathers some thicker books making a stack of them like how her parents told her about Professor Flitwick used to stand on. She quickly adjusts her balance and opens the helmet trying not to knock the other armour stands over. Quickly she pushes the Dung bomb inside giggling before putting the books back where she found them and then left going to the library trying to keep a straight face
@Solomon Lear
"hmm no. too obvious."
She looked at one of the tall bookshelves in the room. she could put it up there unfortunately she thought to herself I don't know any spells yet...Wingardium Leviosa would be really handy right now. She thinks to herself as she looks around finding the perfect spot
"ooh he's gonna be furious!"
She quickly gathers some thicker books making a stack of them like how her parents told her about Professor Flitwick used to stand on. She quickly adjusts her balance and opens the helmet trying not to knock the other armour stands over. Quickly she pushes the Dung bomb inside giggling before putting the books back where she found them and then left going to the library trying to keep a straight face
@Solomon Lear
“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."