all in good fun //open

[Ian West]

Ian wandered through the cold and dimly lit dungeon corridors in an attempt to free himself from the tight grip that boredom had wrapped around his neck. What he really ought to be doing would involve a potions book, three rolls of parchment, a quill, and copious amounts of ink, but Ian was never one to rush when it came to his school assignments. He instead felt as if his skills could be put to a better use. Like seeing if he could convince a few first years that if they ran full on into the wall opposite the painting of the bowl of fruit, they would get into the kitchen just as the barrier of platform nine and three-quarters works. Or maybe he could put on an entertaining display of athleticism with a nice game of fanged frisbee with Peeves in the middle of the great hall. But even though both were equally satisfying ideas, he suddenly thought of something else that could prove to be a little more amusing.

Heading up to the third floor, Ian went straight to the broom closet that was located at the end of the hallway. He had recently gotten his hands on a crate of quidditch balls and stashed it in there for later use. Dragging the crate out into the corridor, Ian knew that he probably wouldn’t get off scotch free with what he was about to do. He quickly grabbed a bludger bat out of the closet for his own protection before he opened the crate and released one of the bludgers into the corridor. It soon began to ricochet off the stone walls and created quite a dangerous obstacle for anyone that wished to use that passageway. Quickly rebounding toward Ian, he hit the bludger back down the hall just as someone started to come around the corner.

[Rosaleen B. Andrews]

IT'S AN OBESSION THE WAY I FEEL
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THE DEVIL'S GOT MY SOUL LOCKED IN ON YOU.

ROSALEEN ANDREWS

Closing the door to the professor's classroom Rosaleen Andrews trotted down the halls in an excited pace. She held her book on magical potions in one hand as she searched her bag for something remortly important. But found nothing but paper, ink and quills. Groaning she tossed the book in the bag and heard a sudden crash.

She had been on her way towards the common room, from a meeting with her potion's professor, when a loud bang sounded in one of the hallways. Turning, she had no time to react as the black swirl of fury smashed her right in the rib cage, throwing her back into the wall. The black swirl of fury, she notice, was a bludger. Who was the idiot that let it lose! Rubbing her ribs, she gasped slightly, the pain was un-bareable.

'Accio Bludger Bat' She hissed as one bat came flying into her hand and she swung, rather painfully at that, and aimed the bludger towards the next hallway, away from her. 'Ow! Merlin's pants it hurts!' She complained and narrowed her eyes at the black figure, her eyes had not yet adjusted to the darkness, but she grinned slightly as she used the wall to climb up the wall. Her eyes narrowing slightly. 'What the in the name of all that is mighty were you thinking!' She yelled, although pain was clear in her tone. She wasn't a beater for nothing.

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