18 Jan 2019, 20:22
Restroom Royale!
The Irish lad, Finnegan Flynn wandered into the lavatory with a pout on his face. The red-haired boy was still finding his way around this crazy place, there was one thing he could always recognise though. The public toilets. Back in his times in old Ireland, the lad had always loved to clog the toilets in public parks. If they’re gonna put a stupid talkin’ hat on his head and call him a ‘gryfindor’ then he feels justified to clog their toilets.
“Stupid hat wearin’ robe nerds …” Finnegan muttered as he pushed open one of the stalls, “I’ll show em’ a feckin’ magic speel’. “
Staring at the toilet with a frown still affixed to his face, he snatched the roll of toilet paper and placed it in the toilet before stomping on it with his brand-new wizarding shoes, pushing it further in. Once he was satisfied the toilet paper was sufficiently stuck into the toilet, he took a proud step back.
“Flusho-pa cloggo, ya’ gobshites!” Finnegan declared, flushing the toilet.
As he watched the toilet clog up, water gushing to the floor of the toilet, the Irish lad had to give a proud smirk at his accomplishment. With that, he stepped out of the stall and ran to the next one, flipping off any students that were staring at him as he did this.
“Conjure up a fockin’ plunger!” He alarmed with a laugh, running about.
Beginning to repeat the process with the next toilet stall, the lad grabbing the toilet paper and began stomping it into the toilet once again …
“Stupid hat wearin’ robe nerds …” Finnegan muttered as he pushed open one of the stalls, “I’ll show em’ a feckin’ magic speel’. “
Staring at the toilet with a frown still affixed to his face, he snatched the roll of toilet paper and placed it in the toilet before stomping on it with his brand-new wizarding shoes, pushing it further in. Once he was satisfied the toilet paper was sufficiently stuck into the toilet, he took a proud step back.
“Flusho-pa cloggo, ya’ gobshites!” Finnegan declared, flushing the toilet.
As he watched the toilet clog up, water gushing to the floor of the toilet, the Irish lad had to give a proud smirk at his accomplishment. With that, he stepped out of the stall and ran to the next one, flipping off any students that were staring at him as he did this.
“Conjure up a fockin’ plunger!” He alarmed with a laugh, running about.
Beginning to repeat the process with the next toilet stall, the lad grabbing the toilet paper and began stomping it into the toilet once again …
18 Jan 2019, 21:05
Restroom Royale!
Adjusting the collar to his robes, Brodie was fairly distracted as he made his way into the toilets. He wasn't used at all to these stuffy robes that these poofty magic men had forced onto him and they were seriously restricting on the legs. Giving one last tug on the rough fabric, Brodie glanced up at the sight that awaited him in the lavatory.
"Aww wat ya doin ere mate!" Brodie shouted, waving his hands above his head and stomping towards the lad that was busy stuffing toilet tissue into the basins, "Dinnae ya ken ya gattae leav te lavvy open tae swirly a lad? Gonnae no dae that an pooch the loo fer a laugh when ye can dunk a noggin into the bin!"
Brodie shook his head, disregarding the horrible state of his robes to run up and examine the damage done to the toilet. Looking around for a plunger of some sort to fix the toilets, the lad decided that actually fixing the damage was going to be too much trouble to deal with. Best to let the janny do his job and fix the place himself.
He looked around the rest of the lavatory to see if there was anything else that the wee runt had done to the place that might affect his ability to take a pish and was satisfied to see that there were still toilets left unmolested by the hooligan and his ability to destroy things. Giving one last look at the ruined toilet, Brodie peered closer at the little lad that was causing all of the mischief in the bathroom. "Howzitgoan ere pal? Huvnae seen ye foreround here wee barra."
The Scottish lad stuck his hand out to his new friend, "Ah m a griffendoor there mate, wots yer house then ye wallaper?"
"Aww wat ya doin ere mate!" Brodie shouted, waving his hands above his head and stomping towards the lad that was busy stuffing toilet tissue into the basins, "Dinnae ya ken ya gattae leav te lavvy open tae swirly a lad? Gonnae no dae that an pooch the loo fer a laugh when ye can dunk a noggin into the bin!"
Brodie shook his head, disregarding the horrible state of his robes to run up and examine the damage done to the toilet. Looking around for a plunger of some sort to fix the toilets, the lad decided that actually fixing the damage was going to be too much trouble to deal with. Best to let the janny do his job and fix the place himself.
He looked around the rest of the lavatory to see if there was anything else that the wee runt had done to the place that might affect his ability to take a pish and was satisfied to see that there were still toilets left unmolested by the hooligan and his ability to destroy things. Giving one last look at the ruined toilet, Brodie peered closer at the little lad that was causing all of the mischief in the bathroom. "Howzitgoan ere pal? Huvnae seen ye foreround here wee barra."
The Scottish lad stuck his hand out to his new friend, "Ah m a griffendoor there mate, wots yer house then ye wallaper?"
18 Jan 2019, 21:19
Restroom Royale!
The red-haired Irish lad stopped in his tracks at the appearance of the rambling nut job. He couldn’t make out a single word from the tall bastard as he seemed to examine the damage. After listening to the madman for a few, his accent soundly oddly familiar, he recognised atleast one word ‘griffendoor’.
“Ey then,” Finnegan shouted back, taking the toilet paper in his hands, “The names Finnegan, new round ere’. I’m also from that grwfendoor house. Tha’ feckin’ talking hat saw to that gobshite.”
As he said that, he pulled at his own robes, beginning to remember the odd feel of it as he saw the other guy shuffle around in his own. Finnegan could only pray he didn’t look like that much of a nerd in his own robes. He dismissed the thought by playing with the toilet roll in his hand, decidedly grabbing the end of the toilet paper before tossing the roll over one of the stalls, draping it in toilet papery goodness.
“These bastards want to mess with us,” Finnegan explained with an angry expression, “Gotta mess with em’ too! They dress us like shite’ we feck’ up their shite’!”
With that small explanation, the lad scurried around to the end of the stall, picking up his roll of toilet paper and chucking it once again, attempting to drape more of the stalls.
“So then,” The Irish lad asked, “Ya’ wanna join in, grwfindoor pally?”
“Ey then,” Finnegan shouted back, taking the toilet paper in his hands, “The names Finnegan, new round ere’. I’m also from that grwfendoor house. Tha’ feckin’ talking hat saw to that gobshite.”
As he said that, he pulled at his own robes, beginning to remember the odd feel of it as he saw the other guy shuffle around in his own. Finnegan could only pray he didn’t look like that much of a nerd in his own robes. He dismissed the thought by playing with the toilet roll in his hand, decidedly grabbing the end of the toilet paper before tossing the roll over one of the stalls, draping it in toilet papery goodness.
“These bastards want to mess with us,” Finnegan explained with an angry expression, “Gotta mess with em’ too! They dress us like shite’ we feck’ up their shite’!”
With that small explanation, the lad scurried around to the end of the stall, picking up his roll of toilet paper and chucking it once again, attempting to drape more of the stalls.
“So then,” The Irish lad asked, “Ya’ wanna join in, grwfindoor pally?”
19 Jan 2019, 00:51
Restroom Royale!
The redhead's way of speaking seemed slightly irritating and familiar but Brodie couldn't put his finger on exactly why. Figuring that it was a riddle for another time, he threw the thought to the back of his mind and concentrated on the contents of his rambling. As the shorty seemed to have some good thoughts about the terrible dressing, he also seemed to have nothing in his head but the thought of ruining some perfectly good toilets and Brodie could deal with it no longer.
"Aye I'm a grifoonder ye bastart but ats enough yer patter! Cloggin the loo is push mate! Wits the fuckin point n havin a toilet if ye can't put a lad's noggin down the toilet an flush!" Trying to turn down his accent as much as possible, Brodie tried to get the gist of what he was talking about with a flurry of gestures in an attempt to demonstrate without actually giving himself a swirly. He had experienced enough friendly-fire swirlys for a lifetime.
"Wot say we nab a jessie from nother house lik a Hoofelpoof and dunk him in the bin?" Brodie suggested, gesturing to one of the yet-unbroken toilets. Seeing the little kid holding the toilet paper, Brodie realized that his hands felt awful empty so he began to rummage around in the cabinets for something to grab. Finding an elusive plunger, Brodie hefted the thing and gave it a few practice swings. "O reckon we fin a Slitherpin shite n put em oot in a pot! Possibilities r endless nae? Lift a laddie cuz dey owe us suhin fur getting inny a better hoosie!" Brodie didn't know if he was supposed to whack a lad with the plunger to get them into the toilets but Brodie was bored and anything fun was a laugh.
"Aye I'm a grifoonder ye bastart but ats enough yer patter! Cloggin the loo is push mate! Wits the fuckin point n havin a toilet if ye can't put a lad's noggin down the toilet an flush!" Trying to turn down his accent as much as possible, Brodie tried to get the gist of what he was talking about with a flurry of gestures in an attempt to demonstrate without actually giving himself a swirly. He had experienced enough friendly-fire swirlys for a lifetime.
"Wot say we nab a jessie from nother house lik a Hoofelpoof and dunk him in the bin?" Brodie suggested, gesturing to one of the yet-unbroken toilets. Seeing the little kid holding the toilet paper, Brodie realized that his hands felt awful empty so he began to rummage around in the cabinets for something to grab. Finding an elusive plunger, Brodie hefted the thing and gave it a few practice swings. "O reckon we fin a Slitherpin shite n put em oot in a pot! Possibilities r endless nae? Lift a laddie cuz dey owe us suhin fur getting inny a better hoosie!" Brodie didn't know if he was supposed to whack a lad with the plunger to get them into the toilets but Brodie was bored and anything fun was a laugh.