Bit wet there?

[Hemi Te Rua]

Trouble occurs when Hemi Te Rua is bored and spending so much time pretending to study for his upcoming exams was boring. Giving up on reading his Potions notes, Hemi got to work cooking up a new, utterly hilarious prank he could play on someone. He put more work into that than his studies.

Step one was to the kitchens to find a bucket of water and some flour, the house elves were more than accomodating even though they were confused by such a request. Step two was to find a window. Not just any window, he needed a window above an external door to the castle. Once he found one he could put step three into action. The prank.

Hemi knelt in front of his chosen window and pushed it open. All he needed now was a victim which was the tricky bit, he needed someone to walk out of that door. The first year waited almost fifteen minutes and had almost given up on the prank all together when he heard the handle click and he door squeek as it opened. He jumped to life, picking up the bucket of water and tipping the liquid out of the window. He then went to pour the flour out but the entire bag slipped through his wet fingers and landed on the unfortunate victims head. He winced, hopefully that didn't hurt them!

 

[Monty Pendleton]

Exams were in full swing, and Professor Pendleton was grateful to have his hands tied down with marking. In fact, he was practically dreading the moment school term was over and he'd have to stay at Professor Tuuri's house. It was supposedly a temporary arrangement, but at the rate things were going, Monty couldn't ever see his house receiving repair by the new year. Magic wasn't enough - that house needed money, and money was incredibly scarce. He'd saved himself a little sleeping at Hogwarts, but the amount did not add up to the cost of fixing all that damage.

Sighing, Monty filed away a thick pile of papers and shrugged on his jacket. A whole term in and he had still not accustomed to spending so much time in the tight darkness of the dungeons. Draining the last dregs from his teacup, the Potions Professor slipped out of his office, navigated through the low passageways and ascended the stairs to the ground floor. Even before he'd left the castle the air felt cleaner, and the brilliant sunshine leaking through the high windows almost dazzled him. Shielding a hand to his face, Professor Pendleton headed for the side door and pulled it open. And what a glorious day it was! Funny that there was hardly anyone around. Perhaps they were studying for their exams. Monty had taken but two steps onto the gravel when the heavens opened on him. He yelped in surprise as the cold water doused his shoulders, but before he could look up and ascertain the cause of his unexpected shower, a large thump on the back of his head and a billowing of white powder sent him stumbling blindly to his knees. A prank. Well, Monty was a firm believer that you got what you gave, and so, as realistically as possible, he crumpled to the ground and lay perfectly still.

 

[Hemi Te Rua]

Hemi lent over the window ledge to get a view of his victim. The grin etched on his face quickly faded as he realised that his prank had backfired horribly. He may have killed a Hogwarts Professor with a bag of flour!!! He hadn't even killed a horrible Professor everyone would be glad to see the back of, people actually liked Professor Pendleton! They would send Hemi to Azkaban for this, all his magical talents wasted because he dropped a bag of flour!

He starred at the lifeless body for a moment, looking for signs of life, but it was impossible to tell from one level up. "Hello? Are you dead?" He called to Professor Pendleton, hoping that the esentric man would spring to life at any moment.

 

[Monty Pendleton]

Professor Pendleton bit his cheek hard to smother his giggles. His face hurt where it pressed into the rocky ground, but still he lay unmoving. Hang on a minute... he knew that voice. Hemi. Monty should have known. Who else would be throwing bags of flour out of first floor windows? The Potions Professor had half a mind to have the Gryffindor scrub the courtyard clean without using magic, but after giving it some thought, he decided it wouldn't be half as fun as revenge. There didn't seem to be anyone around, so it was only a matter of time before Hemi would be forced to come down and make sure he was still breathing. Monty did feel a little guilty, but all it took was to remind himself he'd just had water and flour dropped on his head to push aside his concerns. Hemi was lucky he wasn't getting detention.

 

[Hemi Te Rua]

Oh this was bad, very bad indeed! Receiving no verbal response from the Professor was enough to assume that he was dead. A horribly tight, sickly feeling grew in Hemi's stomach and he had an overwhelming desire to vomit out of this window... but he didn't, which was lucky since a person was laying directly below.

Hemi moved his head indoors.

Abandoning his now empty bucket, Hemi ran as fast as his little legs could carry him to the ground floor and out the side door. The first year removed his wand even though he wasn't exactly sure what to do with it. He would do anything to get himself out of the mountain of trouble he would be in if Pendleton was dead. Earlier in the year, Hemi heard about some Hufflepuff attempting to murder another student and only got expelled, what would happen to an actual killer? Hemi wanted to save the Professor before it was too late!

He approached the soaked, flour covered Professor (Hemi had done a fantastic job with his aim even if he did say so himself). With his wand outstretched Hemi performed no magic, instead he firmly poked the Professor's arm with the tip. If that didn't work then he would have to fetch a professional!

 

[Monty Pendleton]

As the Potions Professor lay there, fighting the urge to sneeze, he grew increasingly more concerned that the prankster wasn't coming down at all. It was only a matter of time before a different student found him - one he hadn't intended on pranking - and Monty hardly felt like talking himself out of-

Poke.

Professor Pendleton lifted a floury eyelid. Then the other. "Hah!" he exclaimed suddenly, sitting upright and batting Hemi's wand away from his arm before the Gryffindor could do any more damage. "How does it feel to get a taste of your own medicine, eh?" he asked rhetorically, whipping out his own wand to clean off the flour and dry his clay-brown curls. Even so, they wouldn't sit quite flat any more. Once he was sure Hemi had been well and truly avenged for his deed, Monty ceased pretending to be cross and cracked a grin. It had been rather an amusing prank, after all. "You ought to be thanking your lucky stars it wasn't Professor Styx who came through that door, boy!" he said, climbing swiftly to his feet and brushing the last of the flour off his robes. "His hair would never have looked the same again."

 

[Hemi Te Rua]

Hemi was startled by the sudden movement from a corpse that he jumped back, lost his footing and fell backwards onto the ground. He kept his eyes on the Professor, relieved for two reasons. One: He was alive; Two: He had taken the prank in good humour. He smiled before jumping back up. "You got me! I thought you were dead!" He felt compelled to playfully push the Professor but decided that was inappropriate, instead he offered a handshake. "Fair play to you!"

Hemi could laugh again, the sheer panic which had corsed through his body had long since eased. Pendleton was right, he was lucky it hadn't been Styx. "You don't think he would've reacted the same way?" Hemi joked, he was quite certain that the Potions Master was the only Hogwarts Professor who wouldn't have formally punished Hemi. He taught Hemi a much better lesson - karma. It wasn't Pendleton who had been pranked here today, it was Hemi!

 

[Monty Pendleton]

Professor Pendleton gave a good natured laugh, slipping his wand back into his deep pocket and shaking Hemi's hand. "One all, I say!" he said, hinting heavily that their harmless prank playing ought not end there. The long and stressful days could do with a little livening up. Little did the Potions Professor realise, Hemi had already pranked him once before with a galleon and a tube of magic glue.

Monty released Hemi's hand and patted his pockets, ensuring nothing had escape them upon his fake fall. "Do you have a toothbrush, Hemi?" asked the Professor, but he did not await the inevitable confirmation before elaborating on his bizarre question. "Put it this way. You'd be reluctant to put it anywhere near the vicinity of your mouth after you'd used it to scrub clean the antiquated lavatory," he jested, though his serious tone made it rather difficult to tell if he was joking or not. Kalif wasn't really all that bad, and Monty was quite aware of this; but it did not enfeeble the amusement he found in spreading innocuous rumours about him. Suddenly, the Potions Professor frowned. "I say - what in Merlin's name were you doing with a bag of flour, anyway? Surely the Hogwarts house elves don't endorse your prank playing?" In actual fact, Monty would hardly have been surprised if they did. Like he, a few of them had a tendency to enjoy spicing up the mundane life of work.

 

[Hemi Te Rua]

The score wasn't one all. He considered not mentioning that this was not the first time Professor Pendleton had fallen victim to one of Hemi's pranks, but there was no fun in keeping secrets at a time like this, it wasn't as if he was in trouble, "It's Two - One to me, Professor." Hemi corrected.

The Gryffindor tilted his head at the mention of his toothbrush, of course he owned one and it certainly wasn't going anywhere near a lavatory. He remained silent for a moment, he was pretty sure Pendelton was joking but the man was difficult to read when he kept his voice level and serious. He took the natural change in subject as clarification that this wasn't his punishment, just one Styx might enforce. "That, or he'd just kill me" It was a relief to meet a Professor with a sense of humour like Pendleton.

As for the flour, "Oh I have my ways!" Hemi replied, but yeah, Pendleton guessed right first time, the flour had come from aiding and abetting house elves.