Just an innocent moonlit stroll
In her eleven and a half years of life, Jo had never before shared a room with someone she wasn't related to, let alone someone she'd just barely met. Let alone a boy. Her mum would've flipped out if she knew, or indeed that she had gotten assigned to a cabin in which she was the only girl. Jo was rather looking forward to her reaction when she finally told her, but not until she was safely ensconced at Hogwarts, lest her mum march into the camp the next day and demand she be reassigned.
For her part, Jo had decided she couldn't let it bother her. It made no sense that it would. Boys were really just like girls but with different bits (well, and smellier). Girls that made a big deal about boys had always struck her as a bit silly. And a spy needed to get used to sleeping where they had to, anyway. They went where their assignment dictated and all they could do was make do. So Jo would make do.
Owen wasn't even that bad. He'd seemed an alright lad, if one that could use a bit more of a spine. But his presence did complicate certain plans Jo had been formulating since her arrival at camp. Namely, the plans to stage a daring break-in into Hogwarts.
She'd been dreaming about finally stepping foot into the school ever since she was small and her granda would sit her down on his lap and tell her stories of all the ways he used to get into trouble as a young Ravenclaw. He'd tell her about the passageways he'd found and about trying to steal potions ingredients to experiment in his room. She literally could not wait until September first. And now she was only a short stroll away. The image of the darkened halls of the castle, empty for the summer and ripe for Jo to explore unmolested, the first of the first years to see it, was nothing short of tantalising. No one in their right mind could resist.
All she had to do was figure out how to get there without being noticed. By an adult, or by her roommate. She couldn't chance Owen would see what she was doing and try to tell someone.
The Owen problem seemed simple to solve: stay in her robes and pretend to sleep, wait for him to fall asleep and then, once the clock struck midnight, creep towards the door as quietly as possible.
It felt like she'd been lying there for hours, her heart pounding in her ears as she strained to listen to Owen's breathing through the thick curtains that surrounded their beds, when the time finally came. Gently, she slid past the curtains and hastily pulled on her sneakers (which she'd refused to unlace the night before, for maximum efficiency). Then, with a quick glance in the direction of Owen's bed she started on tip toes towards the door as fast as she could.
She was patting her pocket to check that she'd remembered her wand when her foot rammed into something hard with a loud thunk--her trunk! She swore, crouching to cradle her sore toes, then swore again as she realised she'd completely ruined any chances of going undetected.
Her stealth skills clearly needed work.
Still, that didn't mean the endeavour was ruined. Improvisation was perhaps an even more critical skill for a good spy to have. You couldn't count on things going right every time.
"Say, Owen, you don't fancy coming to break into Hogwarts, do you?" She said in a light tone in the general direction of his bed. It was a genius solution. He couldn't tattle if he was also involved.
@Owen Lochridge
For her part, Jo had decided she couldn't let it bother her. It made no sense that it would. Boys were really just like girls but with different bits (well, and smellier). Girls that made a big deal about boys had always struck her as a bit silly. And a spy needed to get used to sleeping where they had to, anyway. They went where their assignment dictated and all they could do was make do. So Jo would make do.
Owen wasn't even that bad. He'd seemed an alright lad, if one that could use a bit more of a spine. But his presence did complicate certain plans Jo had been formulating since her arrival at camp. Namely, the plans to stage a daring break-in into Hogwarts.
She'd been dreaming about finally stepping foot into the school ever since she was small and her granda would sit her down on his lap and tell her stories of all the ways he used to get into trouble as a young Ravenclaw. He'd tell her about the passageways he'd found and about trying to steal potions ingredients to experiment in his room. She literally could not wait until September first. And now she was only a short stroll away. The image of the darkened halls of the castle, empty for the summer and ripe for Jo to explore unmolested, the first of the first years to see it, was nothing short of tantalising. No one in their right mind could resist.
All she had to do was figure out how to get there without being noticed. By an adult, or by her roommate. She couldn't chance Owen would see what she was doing and try to tell someone.
The Owen problem seemed simple to solve: stay in her robes and pretend to sleep, wait for him to fall asleep and then, once the clock struck midnight, creep towards the door as quietly as possible.
It felt like she'd been lying there for hours, her heart pounding in her ears as she strained to listen to Owen's breathing through the thick curtains that surrounded their beds, when the time finally came. Gently, she slid past the curtains and hastily pulled on her sneakers (which she'd refused to unlace the night before, for maximum efficiency). Then, with a quick glance in the direction of Owen's bed she started on tip toes towards the door as fast as she could.
She was patting her pocket to check that she'd remembered her wand when her foot rammed into something hard with a loud thunk--her trunk! She swore, crouching to cradle her sore toes, then swore again as she realised she'd completely ruined any chances of going undetected.
Her stealth skills clearly needed work.
Still, that didn't mean the endeavour was ruined. Improvisation was perhaps an even more critical skill for a good spy to have. You couldn't count on things going right every time.
"Say, Owen, you don't fancy coming to break into Hogwarts, do you?" She said in a light tone in the general direction of his bed. It was a genius solution. He couldn't tattle if he was also involved.
@Owen Lochridge