OooOoo that smell PV: George and Bloom Closed

"A secret door? In here?" George wasn't confident in the idea, but he was still intrigued. the tip of his quill became wet with ink as he dipped it in his little pot, preparing to take note of the location of any secret room they could find. Bloom's off-hand demand to continue looking did not disturb him. A Ravenclaw more than anyone should understand that the pursuit of knowledge comes above all else, and the presence of a secret door was surely more pressing than the presence of a big stink. "Did you find anything?"

George caught his fellow Hufflepuff while they were digging through their pockets, capturing George's interest once again. Had his suggestion worked? He watched Donald intently, a quizzical look on his face when the boy muttered out a sound of pain. Ah - of course. The only people who had leftover matchsticks were those incapable of transfiguring the matchstick. George blushed as he realized he might have just outed himself. The young man should have been studying transfiguration today, not wasting his time on leisure reading about charms.

Still, all hope was not lost. Until Donald carelessly tossed away the needle, that is. George gawped at his housemate, incredulous that he had just thrown away the key to their olfactory salvation! "Don! Are you crazy? We could have just turned it back into a matchstick-"

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Now, whose "secret door" was that? George turned in his seat to look in the direction of the sound, only to find that Bloom was safely on the other side of the room. The smell, however, seemed to come over the room in another wave - from the very direction the sound had come from. George made a small note of the direction on his parchment, setting his quill down again and walking around to Donald to convene on this new development. The mystery had just gotten much closer to being solved.

At his side the whole way, George followed Donald into the fray, squatting down beside him to take a look at the strange creature. No, not creature - an object. It was a garden gnome. A muggle garden gnome, not the magical pest of the same name. As the pair examined it, the object let out another foul sound and accompanying stench - what a terrible curse it had been placed under. It was hilarious.

George burst into laughter as he watched, turning to smile at Donald as they aught on to the joke. It was then he realized how it might look to Bloom when she turned to see them both squatting down, the sound and smell coming from them, now. He shot upright and turned around in an instant.

"It's not us!" he quickly clarified, lifting a finger up in an accusatory point toward anyone in the room who may have begun to think so. He pointed to Bloom last, and turned his hand over, hooking his finger to gesture for her to come closer. "Look, Bloom! It's a gnome!"

He paused as some of the well-versed students in the study room began to look confused. Then it hit him.

"Not a real one - Bloom, look!"

There had to be something unusual in this room. Why else would it stink so badly? Bloom kept looking at the other side of the room from the other two. She had a strong urge to find where the stench was coming from. Was it a creature? Was it something old and moldy? What could it be?

Bloom rolled her eyes at Don's comment of a matchstick. Of course he would carry a useless item in his pockets. Her first impressions of him was that of irresponsible and immature thus far. Just being around him made her skin itch. Was it his voice? Probably.

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Bloom was about to make her way to the other corner at the other side of the room when she heard a strange sound. It almost sounded like a gas relief. Not that she would know how that would sound... Bloom, looking over at Don and George saw them squatting down. Confused, she walked over when called by George.

A gnome? she thought, confused at the thought that such a small-looking antique could make such a big stink. Bloom squatted down next to George and looked at the object below them. It was an adorable looking gnome. It looked like most gnomes that were most likely sold in muggle stores: it was glossy and it wore a red hat, green and blue shirt and pants with suspenders, and black boots. The only difference about this one was that it wasn't standing straight welcoming all visitors to his garden. No. Instead, he was bent forward and his arms up alongside his body towards his chest. It looked like... It was trying to fart...

"I don't think that's a normal gnome...," she said, examining the gnome one more time. "I mean... Is it supposed to stand like that?" she asked, commenting out loud the way he was positioned.

Let me know if you want me edit and make it a regular gnome. Just thought it would be magically funny to see this gnome look like it was farting. xD

Donald watched as Bloom and George inspected the gnome carefully. Even Bloom seemed convinced that it was the gnome and not the boys. He couldn't let her off that easily though. This farting gnome would get some mileage or it'd be a crying shame. Taking it would probably be theft or something. Someone made it with lots of care obviously.

"Its pose is the same one you're making right now, and the face seems about right," Donald quipped to Bloom who was indeed squatting down and forwards to see the gnome.

A smile crossed his face as he finished the statement. Donnie was clearly proud of himself for that one. He stood up and took a few steps away from stench central. It would be so hard to focus but also it was on the project shelf so it was hard to just take it and throw it away. Following the rules was important but... maybe this once they'd understand.

"So... how do we destroy it? Toss it out the window?" He asked as he plugged his nose playfully. "Or move it to the potion professor's office?"

It was pretty obvious which class Donald didn't like most. Potions was a weird class in a weird room. It wasn't as portable or as cool as other magic in his eyes. Sometimes he even wondered if it was magic at all instead of just brewing stuff like a muggle. That would be the perfect prank target for any day of the week.

@Bloom Silverton @George Henry

"What?! The potions professor? What's your problem with Mister Price?" George protested, his voice sounding funny with his nose plugged. Throwing it out of the window seemed cruel, too. It was a work of art just as much as any other project was, although it evoked a strong sense of desire to throw it out the window. Perhaps that was just the boys' opinion, though. Art was very subjective, at least from his perspective. He could admire the craftsmanship, too. It looked just like a regular garden gnome, only squat and farting rather than standing proud to... guard the plants, or whatever garden gnomes were meant to do. Weren't they pests?

He looked back at Bloom and considered her for a moment. She seemed a bit uptight - it was likely that she would rat them out if they were going to do something fun with it, or at least report the theft of a school project for non-academic purposes. That sounded like something a Ravenclaw would say. Donald's earlier comment made it difficult not to laugh - Bloom did indeed have a similar pose right now, squatting down with the boys. George stood up and joined Donald a bit further from the stinky lawn ornament, taking in a quick breath as he struggled to avoid the unpleasant stench.

"I'm not sure I know anybody who deserves the farting gnome," he admitted. He scratched his cheek with his nails, watching that cursed little object perform its foul work. "Where's the Gryffindor common room?"

It was a strange little gnome. It wasn't magical, at least Bloom did not think so, and it was just still. Was it a muggle toy? That could be it. It could be the reason why it wasn't moving or doing something out of the ordinary other than fart... The stench was getting rough though. Bloom squinted her nose, as if it would take away some of the smell that was before her.

Of course, that did not stop Donald from being a real pain in the neck. She looked back at the immature Hufflepuff and rolled her eyes. "You'll never get anywhere if you're this annoying," she barked back. He was definitely getting on her nerves and she was getting to the point where she just wanted to slap him across the head. But even that wouldn't help set him straight.

"Professor Price is difficult. He's probably too dumb to pass his homework and exams that he'd rather kill the poor man with this gnome than repeat year one," Bloom said, answering George while slowly getting up away from the gnome after he had done so.

It seemed that both Hufflepuff's wanted to use this gnome as a prank. While Donald wanted to give it to Professor Price, George had asked for the Gryffindor Common Room. She was not the type to snitch on them, but she liked the concept of finding its owner. She thought it much more hilarious to see who would have had such an odd object in their possession. Did they mean to leave it in the study room or did they honestly forget it?

But realistically, how long would that take? There were so many people at Hogwarts that it would take ages to find its owner. Perhaps playing a prank could get more publicity of this gnome and the owner would come and get it as soon as possible. It was an idea.

"Usually they are found in gardens. Maybe we can secretly place it in the courtyard?" she asked, coming up with an idea, ignoring the common room question. Obviously, she was a Ravenclaw and they were Hufflepuff's. They wouldn't know where the Gryffindor Common Room is located. All common rooms are a secret. Duh.

At this point Donald would have been ecstatic to take the gnome out to put in the courtyard. That or make Bloom do it. Whatever it would take to get rid of that girl. Being annoying was a matter of opinion. Her wrong one was that he was the annoying one here. That was a laugh. It was going to be interesting to see what George thought once she was gone.

"Sounds like you have experience there, Bloom." Don said idly as he checked if anyone else was around to notice this weird adventure.

Bloom was like a cactus. Besides not having green skin, actual spikes, roots, chlorophyll, or any actual use. Though she likely was unhuggable. Not really like a cactus in any way at all when one boiled it down. The point was that Donald found her pretty uncomfortable to be around in general. This was truly an enemy being born for the rest of Donald's school.

"Courtyard gnome... not sure I've seen those. And the stink outside would fade away too much..," he thought out loud as he considered the idea some more. "If we want to suck the fun out of the whole thing, sure."

This girl could suck the fun out of the room like a fat kid could suck the filling out of Twinkies. She was about as desirable in his eyes too. Much too old and full of herself. This George kid had the right idea. Prank another house! But he had no idea where those were at because they were so hush hush. That was super lame so just dumping it seemed best. He'd have to follow up on this George prank-ship later.

@George Henry @Bloom Silverton

The courtyard seemed like a good idea, but the issue of the disappearing stink was a major flaw in the plan. If it was just a garden gnome in a garden, people would probably just leave it there. The three of them would see it when they walked between their classes, a permanent testament to their inability to prank. The common room idea was discarded quickly. They would need a Gryffindor accomplice for that, and those guys had no sense of humor. The Ravenclaw common room would be funnier - but Bloom would turn on him if he suggested it.

"He's not gnome difficult," George said, with a shrug. Professor Price was tough, but he was nice. He was quite old, too. Compared to some of the younger professors, a stench of this potency could be liable to kill him. Although, as a potions teacher, it would be a wonder if his nostrils hadn't burnt out like a pair of old light bulbs many, many years ago. "If it stunk less, I would say Price."

He had thought to suggest the Muggle Studies professor, thinking she would get a kick out of the shape, but he wasn't sure if she would enjoy it. He didn't know her well - he couldn't take her class, after all. Besides, this was technically an enchanted muggle object, right? Wouldn't that be illegal? She would probably know that and send them to jail, or detention, even though it wasn't really their fault it got enchanted in the first place.

"It's got to be indoors, and it has to be full of people we want to smell it, and it can't be in the study room because we have to use it. That's what we know... so far," George said, trying to take a more methodical approach. It was mostly to impress the Ravenclaw with his ability to organize himself, since he had no real ideas on where to put it, only ideas on where not to put it. Inspiration struck him - and he was laughing before he could even get the idea out of his mouth. "Oh! The greenhouses - since it's like a garden, but it's not open to the air. It's already quite hot and moist in there. That'd knock somebody out if they smelled this in there."

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Hi all! Sorry for the delayed response. Every time I clicked "reply" my little one would wake up! LOL

There was definitely something wrong with Donald. Nothing nice ever came out of his mouth. It was always like he did not even know how to be nice, let alone how to be funny. Bloom felt as though he was trying so hard to throw shade at her, and instead, it made him look like a fool. Bloom looked at the Hufflepuff and rolled her eyes at him.

Before words of rejection spewed out of their mouths, Bloom could tell the courtyard idea was a fail. Why wouldn't they want to place the gnome exactly where it belongs? And to just have it give off a foul smell on top of it all would get everyone wondering what was happening. And quite frankly, no one would go to a gnome. They would probably overlook it and just figure out the smell for a long while. But alas, it was not a popular vote by the Hufflepuffs.

George came up with a good idea, however. The greenhouses would be another great place for the gnome to be in. The only problem that crossed her mind was wondering how many people really go through the greenhouse daily. She knew Professor MacTavish would be in there a lot as he was the Herbology professor, but anyone else? Would it really be worth it? Would it really give them a big impact?

"Nah, it has to be somewhere bigger and better. I don't think there would be a lot of people in the greenhouses, George," she said while trying to think of another place. Where would there be a lot of people to cause a stench (multi-meaning)... Where... Bloom jumped on her toes with delight when she thought of the perfect idea.

"Okay, the only time all of us are together in one room is where?" she asked them, waiting for them to answer her "trivia". When she felt as though she paused long enough, which was only approximately three seconds, Bloom opened her arms out with delight of her idea. "The Great Hall!

"We all always eat together for dinner. Well most of the student body and staff. It would be perfect to place it somewhere in that room. What do you think?" she asked, feeling confident of her idea. She actually didn't care for what Donald thought about her ideas as he would shoot her down with a lame joke of his own as it was. So she primarily looked at George waiting for his answer.