Only a Ravenclaw would be rewarded with... Errand

Seeing the library in such a state was a shock. The blonde spent a good portion of her time amongst the shelves. Her usual table was crushed and splintered, books scattered everywhere and her blue eyes immediately fell on Professor Lear and the cane that he was propped on.

There wasn’t much that she knew about the professor, only that he had a potentially dangerous creature named Greg and it seemed that wherever he went, destruction followed. At least the library hadn’t caught fire but now it was no wonder why he wore armor all the time. Tearing her eyes away from the Professors injuries, her nose scrunched at the smell of the healing salve, she sat in one of the farthest chairs as others trickled into the room.

Another Ravenclaw was already there, a younger girl that she had seen in the common room and Great Hall but hadn’t spoke with before. Dymphna wasn’t sure whether to feel sorry for her involvement or blame her but she couldn’t help the anger that showed in her closed off body language and thin lipped expression. At least one of the students involved would have to participate in the cleanup. Meanwhile, Dymphna herself was fueled by her love for the library and the potential to earn her house some points.

A closer look at Professor Lear, the Ravenclaw realized that he was angry as well. Her arms were crossed, a glare was sent Ariella’s way before she finally spoke in a falsely happy tone. ”Where should we start, Professor?” There was much to do and Dymphna wanted to make sure that the library was tip-top shape before returning to her studies. She didn’t study well in any other parts of the castle. The quiet of the library had become her safe haven.

Phaedra did not appreciate being made to clean up someone else's mess. Perhaps "made" was too strong of a word; no one held a wand against her throat and forced her to come. Her decision to help out the Headmaster was made solely on her own accord, but she had expected something lighter, like filing paperwork or polishing the Headmaster's armour that he seemed to never take off. Of course, she should've known better. This was Hogwarts - a complete and utter hot mess of an institution, and she was somewhat upset with herself for letting the Headmaster's plea for help fool her into doing what she believed was menial, house elf work.

It was too late to back out now. Standing in the middle of the library and seeing the wreckage up close, her jaw tightened. How the hell did this happen? Under a nearby window, she thought she could see what was once her favourite studying spot, crushed by a bookshelf atop it. It could've been much worse, she supposed. As the Headmaster thanked them for coming and explained the situation (though many questions remained), she followed his gaze towards Arabella and too gave the first-year girl a dirty glare.

Expecting she got the message across, Phaedra crossed her arms, and looked at another girl who spoke up after the injured professor was finished. Pretty and blonde, this witch was Dymphna Teague, one of Phaedra's handful of roommates. They hadn't spoken much, but their families did seem to be rather... acquainted.

Finding an adequate place to start would be a smart thing to do. Like the part veela, she too wanted to return somewhere quiet where she could study and rewrite some of her notes. The dark-haired twelve-year-old said nothing, taking her time to look at the debris. Such fragile things, those books were. She hoped most of them were salvageable.

Ubi jus, ibi remedium.

The library was a mess. An actual mess, and it hurt her heart to see it that way. She’d not seen the room until before the incident was over, and though at first she had hesitated to exit her dormitory and give up just another sliver of her free time, now, in the face of the situation, Cel wished to do nothing but see her former safe haven well again.

Unfortunately, Cel’s sense of organization was dead to her. Books and parchment were sprawled across her desk in her dorm while ink drops stained its surface black, and quills had been scattered over her work as if tossed into the air. Scissors kept getting borrowed as she had lost hers a long, long time ago, and random craft materials popped up occasionally in random places, carried by her clothes or flung out in a rush. Her dormmates had generally accepted her argument of “I’m not messing, everything is just on display so I can find it,” because even if they didn’t she wasn’t about to change anytime soon.

That didn’t mean she couldn't help, though. Just because she never cleaned her desk didn’t mean that she destroyed her belongings, borrowed or not. Cel could only think of what hapless souls had been in here while the so-called contemptible “hooligans” had run around, wrecking the place, shelves toppling like dominos. And what of the librarian? To her, the ambience of the library was sacred. It extended beyond her being a bookworm—the library, her books, they had gotten her past the few terrifying weeks on the streets, not just this library, but the library  in Mitchell Park, the library in Oxford. Before that, back before the obliviation, the library in the Selwyn… she couldn’t even remember what it had been named. Certainly not home any longer. And to disrupt the hallowed calm, the stocks of adventure and travel and pure knowledge trashed, not even just the books but the place itself—why, she was nothing short of indignant!

And so the writhing shock and outrage that had arisen in her lopsided eyes settled into a resolved ember. She still had close to no idea what the context of the situation was, and she was aware of her ignorance, yet the young Ravenclaw was more than willing, resolute, even, to help repair the damage to the place she regarded as old friend. Perhaps this was her version of returning the favor… and people would know her to think up such a storm around the simple prospect of cleaning up after a couple of rowdy—very rowdy—students, but one thing was for certain: she could, and would, help.

Certainly the meager girl of eleven years would have some trouble with the heavy lifting. There was no way for her to lift a bookshelf, or move a table, or reach the highest book just by tiptoes. However, she could carry a stack of books all at once, as she had done so many times. She could scale the shelves if she used the outcrops as ladder runs, although that was generally regarded as unsafe and not advisable, and she could screw in table legs, or replace bookshelves, or glue in pages. Yeah, honestly she had no clue what she was meant to do, but the point was that she could make herself useful. “Where do we start?” the girl asked, unknowingly echoing another.

Reducio

Ubi jus, ibi remedium = When there is a right, there is a remedy.

Today will be the day to...

There it was, the library door. Packing books to study for the first time in a long time, Bloom made her way down to the library where she knew she would be spending hours to get back on track with her learning. Opening the door, Bloom was shocked as to what was before her: a mess... No... A catastrophe. It was blasphemy as to what had happened to the library. There were books on the floor looking uncomfortable, shelves bear and pages that were covering the ground. This was never what a library was meant to look like.

Before her were a few Ravenclaws and the Headmaster of the school. Placing her bag down by the front entrance, she made her way towards the crowd. It seemed as though the people around her were willing to help the Headmaster clean up the library. One of them looked familiar: Dymphna Teague. Bloom hadn't seen her since last year when she met her with Reid Kovacs by the lake.

"Hey Dymphna!" Bloom whispered with a small wave of her hand, quickly getting her attention and immediately opening her ears to listen to the Headmaster. It seemed that there were a few students who were a part of the mess in the infirmary and Bloom wondered who they could be. Were they people she knew? Although she was unhappy that there was such a big mess before her, she did hope that they were okay.

Studying or helping... Studying or helping..., Bloom know that the prior was much more beneficial for her future, but she couldn't study in a place that looked like this. The need to help was pushed forward.

Dymphna and another Ravenclaw student asked the right question: where should we start? The Hogwarts library was big and this mess was absurd. Having an idea of where to start would be helpful for such young students taking on a big project. Bloom listened, waiting for an answer from Headmaster Lear.

1.) The table has a bunch of deep scratches across the face and is overturned. While the table is heavy if you have a strength score over 4, you effectively lift the table back on all four feet. If not, you try to lift up the table back onto all four feet but you fail to do so and knock over a precarious pile of nearby books that come tumbling down like an avalanche making more of a mess than you started with.
2.) The table is broken in half, right down the center. Some nearby masking tape might prove to be your saving grace. If your agility is over 3 and you are NOT a pureblood, you effectively do this. If you are a PUREBLOOD, your agility must be over 7. If you fail (you are not over the required stat) you tape yourself to something or inadvertently tie yourself up and need to be saved. 
3.) A table ended up on top of a mound of books. How this happened? A complete mystery. This table needs to be removed from the top of this pile of books but this requires both strength and stamina. You need to have a strength of at least 5 to lift the table. You need at least 4 stamina to carry the table down the steep decline. If you lack the strength, you try to lift the table and fail in full sight of your peers. If you lack the stamina but had the strength to initially lift the table, you drop the table mid way. If that was not bad enough, the table becomes a crude toboggan. If you have the agility (5), you will dramatically ride it to the bottom. If you do not, you will be run over by said table.
4.) There is a broken chair. The back or the leg is broken off. Perhaps both.  Some nearby masking tape might prove to be your saving grace. If your agility is over 3 and you are NOT a pureblood, you effectively do this. If you are a PUREBLOOD, your agility must be over 7. If you fail (you are not over the required stat) you tape yourself to something or inadvertently tie yourself up and need to be saved. 
5.) You find a perfectly stable table covered on debris that you easily brush off with your hand and take immediate credit for. More than likely something went wrong for someone else (someone has probably posted with a disaster), feel free to save them. 

1.) You find a few broken books. The covers were ripped from the pages. Some nearby masking tape might prove to be your saving grace. If your agility is over 3 and you are NOT a pureblood, you effectively do this. If you are a PUREBLOOD, your agility must be over 7. If you fail (you are not over the required stat) you tape yourself to something or inadvertently tie yourself up and need to be saved. 
2.) You find a few broken books but luck is NOT on your side. Some books are mystically protected against vandalism. While you are not the vandal, these books don't know any better and they take flight. Yes, the book flaps like some mutated bird and starts crashing into you. Did I say book? No, I meant books. You are being chased by a flock (yes, that shall be the term for a group of books) of books.
3.) You start picking up books. The books are pretty basic: Pumpkins at the Stroke of Midnight, Twigs, Wigs and Digs: A Fashionitsa's Guide of a Fantastical Wardrobe, and so on...That was not the problem, the problem was what was found underneath. You discover an unconscious student laying beneath a blanket of books. Badly bludgeoned (House of Choice, you may describe them), the poor student had to of been there for a few hours. Oh Merlin, hang on!
4.) Compared to the others, you are doing pretty well. You have been retrieving books like a pro. You have not been assailed by some cursed text. You did not find a near-dead peer beneath a pile of books. Unfortunately, your luck ends there. The pile of books you have been amassing sways. If your agility is over 5, you prevent the books from toppling over. If not, the books come crashing down and you are buried beneath a massive pile of books. You are conscious and can call out for help but you are trapped and need to be saved unless you beat a strength check or find a more creative means of escape.
5.) Nothing has gone wrong. Compared to the others, you are doing pretty well. You have been retrieving books like a pro. You have not been assailed by some cursed text. You did not find a near-dead peer beneath a pile of books. More than likely something went wrong for someone else (someone has probably posted with a disaster), feel free to save them.

t!dice 1d5

Bloom, having just come out of detention herself, had some idea of how brutal detention can be. The way these students destroyed the library calls for a detention that should be very much related. Something, perhaps, heavy lifting or related to cleaning. It was only fair. Realistically, having them clean up this library would be the ideal punishment for them, but Headmaster Lear had thought otherwise to help Ravenclaw House successfully acquire house points.

Bloom shyly raised her hand. There was something about the headmaster that sent her chills. Maybe it was the way he looked or perhaps it was the amount of authority he had, nonetheless, she was intimidated.

"A detention I've had... I mean... I've seen others have was to clean the owlery clean of owl droppings. Just like we are cleaning up their mess, they can clean up the owl's," Bloom said quickly. She hated herself for mentioning that she had detention. Now what was she looked like? One of the Ravenclaw delinquents?

After sharing her idea, Bloom looked around and tried to figure out what to do with how to start cleaning the library. She saw near her there was a table that was toppled over. The table looked heavy and while any other person would have asked a friend to help them with it, Bloom walked over and tried to give the table a flip to its side and on its legs.

Reducio

ROLL + STRENGTH = 5 + 8 = 13
Proof of Roll

Reducio

Using all of her might, she flipped the table over. First on its side and then on all of its four legs. When finished, she felt a little tired. Her strength was not up to par, but she still had more energy to keep going. Shuffling her hands together to physically show a job-well-done, she walked over to Dymphna. "I just did that table," she said, pointing at the table behind them. "Did you want to work together to clean the library?" she asked, realizing that she should socialize with others around her, and realistically, why not with Dymphna. Bloom remembered liking her last year when she met her with Reid Kovacs.