Justice PV Group Finished

After a rendezvous with @Jack Warren where the boys' agreed to scout the grounds in unison, Thomas led them down the path to the Quidditch Pitch. They passed through the massive wooden entryway where the banners flutter in the winds with raindrops collecting at the lowest point before falling to the dampened grass. They caught the tail end of a series of shouts upon their arrival.

“GET OVER HERE, PICK HIM UP AND LEAVE, OR I’LL TEAR YOUR GODDAMN FACE OFF!!”

A familiar voice to Thomas appeared to be dictating the situation. Tom did not need to see those piercing red eyes to know Howard was on the brink of an explosion. Or perhaps--judging by the lifeless boy on the ground, it was the aftermath of said explosion. Thomas quickened his pace on approach in an attempt to identify the fallen lad. There was only one ring of familiarity, the absolutely dazzling umbrella hat. Could this be a distant cousin of the notorious Deathmote?

Surrounding the umbrella boy was a group of Hufflepuffs, most notably a prefect ( @Frost Cira ) Thomas has seen occasionally on the school grounds. She was in the process of assisting the unconscious boy to his feet, albeit struggling with a distressed expression. “She may need a hand.” Thomas muttered to Jack as they were still on approach. Then again, Howard may need a hand or two as well-- to the face.

“At ease, White. You’re with me.” Thomas beckoned Howard to his side. His first opportunity to play prefect, and on Howard White no less. His ice blue eyes narrowed, tilting his head down in an accusatory glare at Howard. Thomas drew his wand, though left it pointing towards the pitch for now. A visual warning for Howard, action would be taken if necessary. He was not foolish enough to engage in fisticuffs with the boy, distance was his ally.

Action: Attempting to take @Howard White in for detention peacefully

@Thomas Lestrange @Howard White @Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood @Flash Holmwood

Thomas would not need to worry about keeping a distance from Howard White, Erin had just arrived. It was like a horror movie if one replaced the masked murderer with a bombshell blonde. Was it the smell of blood that had attracted her? No, most of that was on the inside, besides she did not have a dhampir's keen olfactory sense. She was just doing her usual stereotypical brooding, something taken from LeStrange and White's book. An isolated corner, far from peers. Far from the annoyances of everyday Hogwarts life - the giants, the deathwitches, the corrupt staff from Professor to Prefect and even House Elf.

The only problem, those isolated places seemed to be drawing crowds. The crowd also drew her but she did not annonce herself, she did not herald her presence not that she tried to conceal it either. Their attention was simply elsewhere. "Wand down LeStrange," a voice would announce from Thomas' rear, property presently of Maria Dee.

She did not know why wands were out, thankfully the PG sort but she did not have the taste for either. She did see one of those Dumb-stranges on the ground. She would look over his shoulder, on her toes if he was significantly taller. [5 foot 4] "The hell did you guys do, did he knock himself out?" She recalled his 'greeting', a basic melee but him and his friend were far from durable. A stiff breeze would likely land the duo in an infirmary. "Need a better damn greeting..."

Ami's mouth dropped open in shock and surprise as Howard elbowed past her, before proceeding to completely drop Yefim. "White, what the hell-" she managed to get out, before she noticed two other approaching figures out of the corner of her eye. "Crap," she muttered under her breath, glancing at Frost and Serena worriedly. "Just... try to ignore the other kid, get him to the Hospital Wing," she pleaded to the two other fourth years.

As Lestrange and Warren approached the group, Ami made sure to step away from Yefim's fallen body. She was a co-captain now, a figure of authority. She couldn't be seen punching people and shoving them around, right?

But something about Lestrange's tone of voice and the presence of his wand reignited the flame of anger she thought had simmered down after she'd shoved Yefim. Her first instinct was to, of course, step in front of Howard and take the blame herself. Then, she wondered if she should try and talk Lestrange down from giving her teammate detention, or if she could convince him to let her and Quinn dole out a suitable but far lighter punishment for his actions.

But no. This was the last straw.

She was a Headliner member, she was a fourth year, and she was a co-captain. She was supposed to be responsible and mature and level-headed and she was not supposed to be tackling a fellow Headliner member and esteemed prefect. Because before she could even blink, she found herself taking a few running steps before launching herself at Lestrange.

"Hell no," she growled, pinning him squarely to the ground. Chances were, Thomas wouldn't be all that surprised by her reaction- certainly, he would've seen her screaming and throwing fits in the Headliner office before. The fourth year had a good four inches on the Slytherin prefect, as well, so leverage was in a good ideal of abundance here.

"Screw off," she growled, pinning his wand arm to the ground as she straightened slightly, ready to punch him in the jaw if need be. "This isn't your business, Lestrange."
permission given by thomas to have ami tackle him

@Frost Cira @Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood @Flash Holmwood @Thomas Lestrange @Erin Ryan @Ami Procoppio

Howard seethed as his red eyes glared at the blonde haired foreigner, but soon a wave of calm would wash over him. As the other boy knelt to cradle the unconscious body of his friend, Frost would come to stand by his side. There was something about her presence that cooled his anger from a raging boil to a light simmer. As they attempted to help, Howard would take a step back and breath deep to maintain his calm. “Fine. Take him away. I’m done here.” He grumbled and began to take his leave.

However, he wouldn’t get but a step away before two more figures made their way onto the scene and they were the exact opposite of what Howard wanted to see right now. Jack Warren and Thomas Lestrange. A prefect of his own house and the newly appointed one of Slytherin. Thomas and he’s relationship was a long story and one that was hard to tell. Allies at times, frenemies at others, where they sat now in this moment was anyone’s guess. Well, apparently not. Thomas’ eyes would narrow as he drew his wand and beckoned him to his side. Howard’s would flare again as his arms fell to his side, palms forward and fingers flexed. “Get f***ed, Lestrange! You gonna draw on me for this little shite!” He nodded his head towards the crumpled mass on the ground. “He attacked...” Howard began to explain but would be quickly cut off by none other than Erin Ryan. “Jesus Christ!” He cursed his situation, but much to his surprise she would call for Thomas to disarm.

“You’re in the wrong...” Howard began again, but a whoosh of air would cut him off as Ami plunged her way forward. With a thud their bodies would hit the ground as she tackled Thomas, successfully pinning him. It’s good to have friends...or at least crazed Huffle acquaintances. Howard would approach, a wicked smile splashed across his face as he knelt down beside them. With a long, clawed finger pointed directly in his face he said, “That foreign shite attacked first, unprovoked.” His voice was steady, but carried a defiant and angry tone. “Get off your goddamn high horse and go f*** yourself...Prefect.” The last would be spoken in a hiss.

OOC: If any action or language offends you, please reach out and I will edit and tone it down.

@Howard White was her ally, she chose him but he did not choose her. She was not a creature of honor or dignity, she was an agent of chaos but like all Slytherins she had ambition. Her ambition was the simplest of all once she discovered that she would never have a heart, simply to survive. Alone if necessary even if she was a tragically lonesome and paranoid creature. She had seen Howard's false edifice chip away over the past four years, she appreciated the honest monster he became.

Everyone lied but the average person lied so much that they have forgotten what the truth was. Casual fibs that simply grew, shaping the him that others saw, separating him from his truth. Thomas was a liar, an opportunist also. Ingratiating himself with the Hogwarts staff, the duplicitous Prefects and the Professors. 'Such a nice boy' the one who keeps secrets, allied with hags and betrays... She should have expected so much from a half-blood and a LeStrange at that. Freak parents, messed up child. Thomas did not stand a chance.

It would be a lie to say she would not enjoy hurting him. She was stronger even if he was better connected. People feared her, they just liked him.Their sense for self preservation would override whatever shallow alliances he had made with them. Her eyes skimmed his allies, she simply presumed that everyone less Howard was his ally and made a clicking noise with her tongue.

"Tch--"

"Paper boy" [@Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood], an anemic-seeming youth with a likely eating disorder and "loud-foreign boy" [@Flash Holmwood] so she mentally named them. One was rendered unconscious and the other might die during the course of this standoff of natural causes. Durmstrang built them pretty but not sturdy. Then there were a pair of girls [@Ami Procoppio & @Frost Cira], just girls. Nothing special or unique about either of them, like 1/3 of the population they were both even red heads. She would dub them female cardboard cut out number one and number two. Finally there was @Serena Towers, best noted for being a cry-baby and capable of finding things. A stereotypical Hufflepuff. "Never took you as the type to join in on an illegal hugging circle," she announced sarcastically to @Thomas Lestrange.

Allegedly the foreigner started it. Not that she cared, he had likely greeted one too many people with his fists. Howard being too many on his own. "They started shit with me too," Erin admitted. While true, it was a half-lie as far as she was concerned. "They lacked the power to be a remote threat," unlike Thomas. The air behind him would feel cold, the perennial chill in the air was not his imagination. She took a breath, the air had a rotted state that only she could smell that caused her to constrict her nares. It was coming from Thomas, instinct screamed to recoil while logic and ambition whispered coexist.

Girl 1 [Ami] would run at Thomas and take him down. As far as she could tell, he made no attempt to avoid her. As far as she could tell, he wanted to be taken down. "Damned flirt," that was one way to get beneath a girl. No reason to 'save' him from his 'reward.'

Actually there was. Only she could hurt him.

Only, she was not looking for a fight. She just found one. "Howard," she addressed the Hufflepuff with a curt nod with Thomas pinned on the floor between them as if they had run into one another in the street. "The fuck is the Prefect's" she did not even use his name, "problem?" She rolled her head to the side and felt a crack and a pop. "I could give them a problem if they need to meet their quota," the great altruist she was. "We can take them," she offered. No whisper. No secret. Merely facts. "all of them..."

[font=Tempus Sans ITC]T[/font]his was absolutely strange. Lestrange. (I'm sorry, I hate myself). A fortuitous meeting with a certain Slytherin within the hallways of our beautiful and extremely dangerous school. Nothing in this school was ever good. Either some evil entity is trying to eat the world or something, or the students are just trying to kill one another. It's one or the other, never anything in between. Everything had happened so quickly that the Hufflepuff prefect's head was nearly spinning. Apparently, nobody in this whole group has a shred of respect for a prefect's authority...(Or maybe they just lacked respect for Thomas). Howard, a student that Jack hadn't had much contact with seemed like the most agro of the students so far. A couple of 'get fucked' were thrown out, but angry words were one thing. It was a whole other thing to attack a prefect...oh wait. Of course, that AP's first instinct would be to tackle Lestrange. How unsurprising. Jack didn't know the girl super well, but he knew enough. Ami was much like him in many ways. Angry, aggressive, impulsive, and that's only to name a few. Instinctually, the turd of a prefect jumped to the aid of his newfound friend. Like a seasoned vet of an American football player, the Hufflepuff lowered his shoulder directly into Ami's side, full pelt. In an attempt to get Lestrange free, Jack decided that the best course of action was to tackle the tackler. Nobody ever said Jack was a smart person. He couldn't tell if it was Ami or him that made the crunching sound, but the pain coming from his shoulder gave him a slight hint at who's it was. A few moments of sprawling passed as he tried to untangle himself from his scar buddy. There wasn't even an attempt at trying to keep AP down, because the boy knew he would lose that fight. Why couldn't all of this just be easy? "Look's like the foot is on the other hand, AP." was all Jack had to say as he slowly got back to his feet. Maybe he should learn how to actually tackle somebody... His left arm was already going numb from the impact. With Ami on his mind, he had nearly missed a certain face battle expert mention something about taking on 'all of them.' This was probably not going to end up well for the wonder twins(Himself and Lestrange).

Reducio

Permission to remove Ami from Tom given by Ami

@Ami Procoppio, @Thomas Lestrange, @Erin Ryan, & @Howard White

As if there wasn’t already enough blank space in that noggin of Howard, any signs of rational thought dissipate with hostility. Thomas has seen it before, the formula was well established. All it took was a former purple veela, now blonde, and a few drops of sass from Thomas to summon this Hufflepuff’s rage.

Thomas would consider two factors before electing his next move. First, the context of this fight and if his pride was worth preserving. It was not a question of if, but when this looming beating woud take its toll. Thomas would quickly follow Yefim’s path, lifeless on the pitch in embarrassment. Though with his newfound allegiances as a prefect, reinforcements could spare him this fate. If Miss Cira did have a wand, hopefully she elected to use it.

Second, the presence of Erin Ryan. Sure, she and Thomas were not on the best terms, but after watching Howard squeeze every last drop of blood from a piece of fabric in front of her, she should be wary of the Dhampir’s rage. To the common eye, Erin would never assist in the preservation of her peers. But Thomas had seen otherwise, the veela was not a bad person. Just confused, angry, and most of all… alone. Or so she thought.

Consideration ended with the intervention of a Hufflepuff Quidditch player and newspaper peer, Ami Procippio. She was taller and stronger than Thomas, and used to this to her advantage, executing a swift tackle that surprised the Slytherin prefect. His wand rattled in his hand upon impact, left rolling idly along the dampened grass and away from the boy’s grasp. His frame hit the ground simultaneously with a thud, Ami left over him in attempt to end Thomas’ involvement in this fight.

The boy attempted to hide the grimace that came with this sharp loss of air, left narrowing his eyes up at the huffle interventionist[Ami]. Thomas had no words for the girl, and even if he did, the delivery would have been weak as he was firmly planted underneath. Still, he weakly managed to mutter under his breath. “The fuck off me, fiery ginge.” To his side, reinforcements finally arrived. Warren gripped the girl’s shoulder and removed her atop Lestrange, allowing the boy to slowly find his feet. Blue eyes flicked over to Ami with disdain before refinding the target of focus--the most dangerous one here, Howard White.

The boy kept Howard in his sights as he presented his case as self-defense. Erin took this opportunity to chime in, referring to the boy as prefect, not Thomas. Establishing that his new role of power only furthered him from a return to her circle of graces. Followed by an offer to side with Howard had this interaction continued to go south.

Thomas bent to retrieve his wand, pressing it into his robes to remove the remnants of dampened mud and grass trimmings. It remained in his hand, but pointed down at the ground. It was time for Lestrange to fire some shots of his own. “Mulrain.” He addressed Ryan with her old name. You want to play games, let’s play. “Confusing fighting and flirting again, better calm your boy toy before you join him.” The threat of detention was flaunted again. Though Thomas knew well enough this situation was beyond saving.

The boy would turn his frame to a fighting stance, wand still lowered. His left shoulder squared with Howard’s chest if he still faced the boy. “I’ll tell you once more, Howie. You’re with me.” The boy knew all too well his usage of names only fueled this escalation.

Scenarios: If Howard sprung forward and attempted to attack Thomas, he would lift his wand and attempt to cast Flipendo at the dhampir. If Erin opted to attack instead, he would do the same to her. IF they both came at Thomas, he would choose to hex Howard instead of Erin.

In the shocking chance that Howard and Erin decided to stand down, Thomas would beckon Howard to his side and attempt to leave with him, leaving the others for Warren and Cira to deal with.

Jiminy cricket, why were all these kids so... emo?

Was that the right word for it? They all seemed so angry and upset with the world... if they were at an American high school, they would probably be wearing smoked out eyeliner and more than nine chains around their neck. Of course, she was probably the last person to judge- she was probably even worse at their age. Still, in her infinite wisdom as a fourth year, she thought they all sounded rather ridiculous. Even amidst her nearly inexplicable anger, even while she was still pinning Lestrange to the ground, she could help but chuckle to herself. Something about all of this just seemed ridiculous.

She could see the looming shadow of one Howard White grow bigger, and she side-eyed him nervously as he leaned in to taunt (threaten? scold? warn? she had no idea what he was trying to convey, she was just scared out of her mind) Thomas. "Howard!" she admonished, sounding strikingly like her mother. "I know he's in the wrong here, but come on. He's like, 8, and I've already got him pinned. You don't have to cuss him ou- whatdidhesayyyy?"

Wisdom check to see if Ami heard Thomas: [d20:11] + 6 = 17, success

Ami's eyes widened as she turned her admonishment to the prefect pinned underneath her, her mouth agape in shock. "Did you just curse at me?" she managed to stutter out, caught halfway between amusement and anger. "Huh. Wow." She turned to Howard with a mildly offended scoff, remarking, "Get a load of this kid, what does he think he's- oomph."

When did Jack get here? Seemingly out of nowhere, the Hufflepuff prefect plowed into her with his shoulder in an attempt to get her off his friend (?). Under any other circumstance, Ami wouldn't have moved an inch, but as she was both preoccupied with the Slytherin prefect's cursing, Howard's cursing, and not having seen Jack approach the group, the pair of Hufflepuff hotheaded hotties tumbled to the ground, away from Thomas. Ami heard a crack from somewhere, and she stared at Jack in shock. By all accounts, she should've been angry and she probably would've punched him right then and there, but his words distracted her from the prospecting of breaking all of his bones a second time.

"JW, what the heck are you doing? What foot? What hand?"

Getting to her feet and attempting to dust herself off, Ami finally caught sight of Erin. She waved hello somewhat timidly, despite the purple-haired girl obviously being in a conversation with her Hufflepuff teammate. She vaguely remembered interviewing the Slytherin enigma a long, long time ago, but otherwise, she didn't really remember either of them speaking. "Hi, uh... Miss Ryan," she managed to get out, clearly flustered at the sight of the part-Veela. Tch, teenagers. "I didn't, uh... I didn't know you were uh... here... Do you want to get coffee later?"

Girl, get your head on straight. There are more important things to ask about.

Ami's eyes darted from Jack to Thomas to Howard to Erin as she listened to the Slytherin prefect yammer on, trying to process what was happening around her. Maybe this was what happened when she just assumed things... Clearly, there were some crucial pieces of context that she was missing here, and she would have to ask about them. Making a mental checklist of all the information she needed and wanted to know, she decided she would simply ask everyone present.

First, @Thomas Lestrange. "How do you know what a boy toy is? Good lord."

Then... @Erin Ryan? "Seriously, coffee would be nice."

And maybe she should check on the dead guy and his friend. And @Frost Cira, and maybe @Serena Towers too. "Y'all still okay? Frost, uh... if you can't um, lift him, maybe you can... levitate him?"

Okay, and maybe @Jack Warren, too, although this was less of a question and more of a warning. "I'm telling Will you tackled me. Asshole."

And that left @Howard White. Her brows furrowing as she clearly struggled to find the right words to say, she thought back to a time where Howard had come to her for advice, where he had been the one to ask her a question. Something about... dementors? But now the roles had been reversed, and she had quite a few questions for him. "Howie- I mean, uh, Howard..." That's right- at what point had he stopped going by Howie? Was it when he and Rosie broke up? At what point had they stopped being homies? Man, she was getting kind of sad about this. "Uh... are you dating Erin? 'Cos like, nice catch..." She was stalling, wasn't she? "Uh. What's happening? Please, I just want to help. Tell me to take the fall for you and I will," she added under her breath, "It's what teammates do. It's what homies do."

Wow. When did she become so sentimental?

"Boy-toy," she repeated as she gave @Jack Warren a sideways glance. As cute as ever. "Problem is, he does not like it when I play," she shrugged. A Jack, not -the- Jack. Not that it mattered, not really. He reminded her still of her former paramour, the one that avoided her and the one that lied. She blinked away those thoughts, it never was and it never would be. It was time to move on. Of course Thomas was prodding, referring to Howard rather than the one that actually stung. Trying to set him off, make Howard prove him wrong rather than stir something in the she-devil that he already earned the ire of.

"How do you know what a boy toy is? Good lord."

Ami would interject and Erin would give them both a half smile. Thomas is becoming Mister popularity with the girls, not that it is too hard. "Desperate is a common scent here," she commented. It was by far less an achievement and more a testament to the fact that even Thomas could not escape the ravenous appetite of the Hogwarts girls and perhaps a few boys, both of which vastly outnumbered him.

"Howie- I mean, uh, Howard... Uh... are you dating Erin? 'Cos like, nice catch..."

A single phrase, two improbable statements. A relationship between the two of them would never be anything more than whatever this tense state of necessity, shared secret and a common path. She did not answer for him, she just commented on the later. "I wish, but thanks, she replied. She was not referring to a romance, she understood what she was thanks to Burnett. In truth, he was not an epiphany but rather the final straw, the stern reinforcement of a truth she always knew. One she envied Howard for. She was not capable of giving or receiving,

"Uh. What's happening? Please, I just want to help. Tell me to take the fall for you and I will... It's what teammates do. It's what homies do."

Then keep Thomas away from him," Erin announced. The snake [ @Thomas Lestrange ] was the threat, not a pair of bumbling foreigners (you know who you are). Not some lusty girl [ @Ami Procoppio ] pinning Thomas in the grass. Not the girl whose only super-power is crying [ @Serena Towers ], oddly enough @Howard White's fetish. She did not understand Ami's fascination with coffee but she had affection for Howard and that was what she would use, wield as a weapon against Howard's own idiocy.

"Nothing good comes from a LeStrange," the pureblood announced pulling name into the discussion.

“I’ll tell you once more, Howie. You’re with me.”

"Over your dead body... Tommy," she took a step towards Thomas. No, Jack. She would reach for his collar and attempt to lift and throw Warren to the side. Away from Ami, Howard's other mother. Coffee elitist. 'Homie', whatever that means.

Action: Attempts to throw Jack Warren. Feel free to pick how successful. If you punch her, she takes it without evasion. Consider it like a juggernaut. She would aim for your injury.

Howard would rise from his knelt position, satisfied that @Thomas Lestrange had been put in his place. It was hypocritical of the Dhampir to judge him so harshly as he too had once donned the Prefect badge and he as well had abused its power. Funny how a meaningless title and a piece of metal pinned to your chest can affect one’s thinking, but that was then and this is now. At that time Howard had craved any sense of power he could get his hands on. A desperate attempt to find control in a life that he felt had none. However, with time those feelings changed and evolved as all things do. Now he look at authority with disdain. Again people would attempt to direct his life in the ways that they saw fit while disregarding what his desires were. Again he would be labeled unfit for his community. A monster. A predator. A train of thought that would undoubtedly shape the course of the rest of his life. But anyways, back to the story at hand.

As Howard rose he would come face to face with @Erin Ryan. Their relationship was complicated to say the least. Enemies at times, frenemies at best, but somehow they always made their way into each other lives. A dark bond that always seemed to draw them together as they charted their course through this weird and chaotic life. It would be a lie for Howard to claim he felt nothing towards her, even though she was incapable of returning it. There was no love or even friendship for that matter, but more like war buddies that bonded over the same shared trauma. Either way, her choice to ally with him was welcome. It could be hard to trust a natural born agent of chaos, but what he could trust was her willingness for violence and her strength. “I could care less what his problem is. I’m outta here one way or another.” Howard answered her with a nod that gestured they would be walking away. It would be their choice of it was around them or through them.

Just as he was about to make his way off the scene, @Ami Procoppio would shout his name. Howard’s expression would turn sour as she scolded him with her motherly tone. “Whatever, Ami.” His tone dismissive. “He’s bein’ an asshole and you wanna tell me off for language?!” WHOMP! Their argument would be cut short as @Jack Warren swooped in to knock Ami off of Thomas. Howard would take a defensive step backwards, his hands curling into fists as he squared off again. It wouldn’t take but a moment for the line to be drawn in the sand. Two prefects on one side, the trio on the other. However, Ami suddenly seemed quite distracted as she asked Erin on a date and then inquired if Howard and her were a thing. “Don’t be ridiculous. I appreciate your offer, but this is between me and him.” That was all he had to say about that as his eyes remained locked with Thomas’.

Howard’s eyes would dip to Thomas’ wand hand for just a moment. Again he was armed and posed for offense. He would use his old nickname to stoke the flames of his anger. Effective, but unnecessary. As his eyes returned to Thomas’ they would flash with rage. The insult and threat of detention had angered him, but it was the symbol that Thomas now represented that set him ablaze. Howard had stepped in to help a peer in need as she was attacked for no good reason. Yes, knocking that attacker unconscious could be considered questionable, but he was not a person of thought. He was one of action. Tit for tat, eye for an eye. It was justice as he saw fit, but here stood Thomas, ready to take him in and write him up. His reasoning? Simply because he could? A twisted sense of superiority because he now held a position of power? Regardless of the reason, one thing remained true. Thomas was attempting to use his power to control Howard and he had had enough. “And I’ll tell you once more Lestrange! Go fuck yourself!”

BANG!

As Howard had rushed in Thomas’ direction a flash of a spell had hit him dead in the chest. Like being kicked by a horse, the air was knocked from his lungs as he was flung backwards. Sucking in more air, Howard would exhale in rage as he regained his footing, eyes set on Lestrange. His mouth opened to bellow his roar of anger only to show fangs that had plunged from their recesses. Fists would open as his fingers curled into claws. The kiddy gloves were off. With all of his strength Howard would lunge forward, elongated nails aimed at his target.

Action: Attempting to claw Thomas. Please feel free to roll for effect if you wish. I am also totally fine with you determining the success or failure of this action.