PV Afternoon dispute

Shanelle walked down the windy corridors of Hogwarts. The busy bustle was as usual. She walked fast, weaving through the other students. She was already a couple of minutes left and she was determined to not let anything stand in the way of her achieving an O in the next exam. Thoughts occupied her mind as she walked to her next class. She had no time to notice the people around her but she thought she saw a couple of Slytherins. A small snarl appeared on her face, Slytherins are always the bullies, the people who only know how to threaten people to do their homework.

She passed two Slytherins greeting each other, and a sudden idea popped into her mind. An evil smirk replaced the snarl, she had the perfect plan in mind. Her plan was to replace the school supplies, any book or quill in the two Slytherin’s bag with dungbombs, so the next time they take out the books, they would suffer. She was forced to temporarily remove the smirk from her face as she brushed passed the two Slytherins, while sticking her hand into their bags and pulled out a couple of books and slipped two dungbombs in each of the bags.

She did all that in a couple of seconds, without anyone knowing. She continued walking, like nothing happened, apart from the huge smirk on her face as she walked away.

Mentioning/interacting: @Hildegard Schneider , @ Maggie Hawkins

Maggie wasn't busy. Nope, not in the least. She hardly ever was, choosing to spend her time lounging about and laughing with people she hardly knew, making pointed barbs at people who passed by. When Hildegard showed up, she'd been in the middle of insulting some girl's choice in skirt, talking about how she looked like a troll had plucked her from a crowd, swallowed her whole, and then puked her right back up. Hideous thing.

"Hey, Maggie! How are you doing?"

Maggie's attention was caught. She looked back at Hildegard when prompted, blinking dumbly. Honestly, Hildegard Schneider wasn't all that memorable. Nice enough. Bit strange. Whatever. Normally, Maggie thought she'd probably be inclined to make fun of Hildegard, but once a study group, always a study group, she supposed.

How could she be expected to go back on that?

"Oh, hey, Hilda," Maggie peeled herself off the wall to stand closer to the other girl, surveying her with a little smile. Just the corners of her lips quirked up at the corners, nothing more. Simplistic. "Just hanging around. Nothing interesting."

A Gryffindor girl passed by. Maggie didn't pay her much mind.

Of course, not until the dungbomb in her bag went off, exploding inside and effectively blasting the books and quills and sealed ink pots with the putrid stench of fabricated stink. "Oh my bloody mother of god," Maggie squealed, quick to fit her fingers underneath the strap of her bag and shuck it over her head. Let it fall to the floor with a 'thud'.

Oh, whoever had done it was gonna pay.

Maggie kicked the bag, spilling quills and rolling ink pots, into one of the suits of armor that were posted around the castle's halls. "Who the hell did that? Go on, tell me!"

Interacting with: @Hildegard Schneider
Mentioning: @Shanelle Meza

Green : talking
Purple : thinking

The Aging Potion smell left it's place to a putrefying odor of dungbombs, and Hildegard witnessed Maggie's anger without reacting, at least at first.
A second explosion occurred, this time it was Schneider's bag that felt victim, the girl noticed that she was pranked too, if we could even call that a prank.
Her bag had gotten a whole in it and the horrible smell was spreading even more.

-N...No ! She declared with a sad and worried voice.

She took lout her wand, a casted a few smell :

-Reparo She incantated on her bag.

The hole that was made immediately closed itself.

-Wingardium leviosa The Slytherin said this time.

She levitated her bag to remove all the parchment and ink from it, trying to separate them all so that the smell would go faster, all while witnessing Maggie demanding for the culprit to show himself or herself.
On the other hand Hildegard Schneider was destroyed, did she become a bullying victim ? Her days were not that good to begin with, but now this was added ?
The pure-blooded witch could not hide her sad face, but she knew that she needed to react, letting it go would just summon more bully to her and thankfully it was a good occasion, she had both the occasion to get into Maggie's good wing and show that she would not get bullied this easily.

- Please, we mean no warm, we just want an explanation ! She added to Maggie's demand, trying to discretely get into the girl's good side all while deceiving the culprit into showing himself or herself, a sly move for sure.

Interacting with @Maggie Hawkins
Mentioning @Shanelle Meza

Shanelle had a giddy smile as she walked away, she could hear the two girls exclaiming. She even heard one of them saying whoever that the prank was going to pay. As if they could find her, she bet her prank was so perfectly executed that not even the bystanders could see! Though, a small part of her heart told her that she was a little mean to do that to someone she did know before, but the happiness got the better of her and that regret slowly disappeared. While Shanelle was no prankster, she was lucky she had kept the two dungbombs her younger brother had sent her last week. As incognito as she could, Shanelle sped up, not wanting to stay in the corridors. She got to her next class Transfiguration, with the Slytherins. She hoped that the two Slytherins she had pranked wouldn’t be there. Thinking about that again, a wide smile appeared on her face, she must tell her housemates about it, they would be so proud of her. Her train of thoughts was interrupted when the Professor started with the lesson.

After the class, she went back to the Gryffindor common room to share her successful battle. She thought she saw the two Slytherins again but paid them no attention, she had some bragging to do.

Interacting/mentioning: @Maggie Hawkins, @Hildegard Schneider

Green : talking
Purple : thinking

Interacting with : @Maggie Hawkins| @Shanelle Meza

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