- Messages
- 242
- OOC First Name
- Silus
- Sexual Orientation
- pftt
- Wand
- Flexible Rosewood with Hippogriff Core
- Age
- 8/2032
It had been a few days since Oliver had been doused in green and silver glitter by a certain Slytherin student, and he'd finally worked up the nerve to come down to the dungeons and get things straightened out. He'd warned her she was going to get it. He was just nice like that, and the Hufflepuff bit his lip to stifle a laugh as he made his preparations.
The boy had been ecstatic to discover there was something akin to a dead end near the common rooms. It was dimmer than the main walkways, and in the far corners there were places to hide where it was pitch black. It was perfect, Oliver thought as he dropped a light yellow sucker at the edge where it was still visible. He then placed a small, black bucket onto the floor, wherein a mixture of glue and feathers had been prepared, and slipped off into one of the corners.
This was as close to invisible as one could get without a charmed cloak, and the boy withdrew his wand. "Wingardium leviosa!" Oliver whispered, and he watched in amusement as the bucket rose high into the air. It was nearing lunch time, and it wouldn't be long until she'd had to pass this way.