Trouble PV Remy Alto Closed

The boy was a different person now. His smile was pleasant and amiable, and he spoke to her with a grin on his face.

When he took back his earlier comment, a thought suddenly stuck Alex. It was a risk, sure. But this boy seemed smarter, quicker than most. If the boy and her couldn’t pull it off, who could? And he had asked her to come on her next conquest, so why not?

She looked back at the boy, who was still there, looking as happy as ever. Should she? Alex mused over it for a few seconds. It would be so much easier to trick another teacher, but where is the fun without the risk.

“We could pay back the teacher, Professor Blackwood. I mean, it would be tricky. He hates me and he’s on the alert for any more jokes, but it would be amazing to get him back, for all the things he’s done to me,” Alex said slowly, measuring every word before she said it.

“Do you have any ideas? Something we could do? It’s probably better if you think of something, ‘cause he probably already knows my style.” Alex didn’t say that he looked and talked way more intelligent than her, because he might take offence to it.

‘Oh and also, what’s your name? I still have no idea,“ she added as an afterthought. It had already been 10 or so minutes, and she still didn’t know anything about him, besides his appearance and taste for jokes.

I just realised that I controlled your character in my last post, sorry! If you have a problem with it just say it and I'll change it

“We could pay back the teacher, Professor Blackwood. I mean, it would be tricky. He hates me and he’s on the alert for any more jokes, but it would be amazing to get him back, for all the things he’s done to me,”

He blinked a few times, slowly and in confusion. She actually accepted his bold request. You had to be as equally as dumb as him if you did that! Bringing Remy with you was never a good idea. Once the realization settled in, he smiled his affable and bright smile again. He tapped his chin in thought, scratched the back of his neck and his temples.

He was wallowing deep in his thoughts, going through all the scenarios and shenanigans. He was trying to draw inspiration from somewhere. But he felt like he had already done everything! Besides, he had no personal grudge against the professor as she did. Whatever, as long as it was fun! He turned to face her when she opened her mouth again.

“Do you have any ideas? Something we could do? It’s probably better if you think of something, ‘cause he probably already knows my style.”

After letting out a low hum again to signal that he was really thinking, he tilted his head like lost puppies did. Remy narrowed his eyes slowly and looked at her, crossing his arms.

"I'm not in a very clever mood right no- scrap that, I'm not very clever in general. We could go with something traditional like bulbadox powder. Or maybe even juice, since you did reveal to me that he was a potions teacher."

He shrugged, mumbled something akin to 'Idunno' and pushed the responsibility on her shoulders. She had the power to choose, she was the captain of this operation anyway. He was just tossing ideas around! Remy looked around himself, wondering if this was the best place to consult their upcoming heist.

Bulbadox powder... it wasn't an entirely bad idea. Sure, it wasn't the most original one, neither the least predictable. But Professor Blackwood, the teacher, had pale, pale skin, which seemed to glow in the dark dungeons of the potion classrooms. If they did use bulbadox powder, the marks would be clear on the Professor's face,clear enough for a couple of days at the least.
Alex's brain suddenly went into action. It did this at times like these, which was helpful, but never seemed to work if she was in transfiguration class and forgot the indication of a spell, or was in the school grounds and forgot the name of a student. Nevertheless, Alex's brain was never as fast as it was when she was thinking up a prank. And suddenly, she had a brainwave. She turned to the boy.
"Actually, bulbadox powder isn't a bad idea. I mean, with his pale skin and all, his face would be marked for days. His room is in the dungeons, near the potion classrooms. The best time to do it would be at night or during lunch. Lunchtime there would be less people, but it would be easy to get caught. And night time, well, it would be harder to get caught, but teachers are always on the lookout for pranks at night, since that's when they normally happen, I guess. What do you think? When do you normally do them?"

Watching the girl suddenly change her face as she was thrown to think made Remy chuckle lightly. He skillfully covered his mouth with his sleeve to not make too much noise and bother her. After a while, his captain had answered the request.

"Actually, bulbadox powder isn't a bad idea. I mean, with his pale skin and all, his face would be marked for days. His room is in the dungeons, near the potion classrooms. The best time to do it would be at night or during lunch. Lunchtime there would be less people, but it would be easy to get caught. And night time, well, it would be harder to get caught, but teachers are always on the lookout for pranks at night since that's when they normally happen, I guess. What do you think? When do you normally do them?"

The way she described her potions teacher earned a few offbeat bats of his eyes from Remy. She really must have disliked him to talk about him in such a way. Then again, she was probably right. He trusted her judgment. Removing his hand to the side, he was still smiling from one ear to the other.

"I thought that being the fairest of them all was a good thing, but I guess not in this connotation," he joked and leered in the sly way only a Slytherin could.

She described the teacher's schedule and routines along with the looks. It was Remy's turn to use what was left of his brains to think. Again, wearing his emotions on his porcelain pale features, he twisted his face into a frown. He hummed lowly to gain focus. "I do pranks on a whim, I don't plan ahead nor do I usually follow people this close, too much ado about nothing. I do pranks wherever and whenever I want. You gotta go with the flow and feeling! But if you insist, we should play it safe and wait for him to disappear during the lunch. Preferably on a day when there's super exquisitely food served," he mused.

Grabbing her shoulders in a warm-hearted way again, he stared her eyes down more seriously.
"M'lady, we've got work to do. Private matters like these shouldn't be discussed in such open spaces. Let us move somewhere else to play - er, I mean, plan," Remy tried to sound mature and made his voice purposely lower to match his face.