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For much of her first semester at Hogwarts, Dittany had behaved herself. She'd had the odd moment of insolence, but on the whole, she'd kept quiet in class, done her homework, and stayed out of trouble. And she'd never been more bored in her life. Where was the fun in sticking to all of the rules? It appeased her professors, and her family, but it did little to inspire the Gryffindor, who, in behaving so well, had yet to make any fun or interesting friends. There was Oceanus, but Dittany hardly saw him around - which was odd, considering they were in the same house. There was only one thing for it. It was time to have a little fun.
Figuring she should start small, Dittany snuck a jar of bubotuber pus into her robe pocket and headed outside, down the grounds and towards the Herbology greenhouses. She'd picked her time and place carefully: it was midday, and most of the staff and students were at lunch, far, far out of sight from the mischief she was about to cause. When she arrived at the first greenhouse, she glanced over her shoulder, and, satisfied nobody nearby was watching, unscrewed the lid of the bubotuber pus and used an old paint brush to apply a generous coating to the greenhouse door handle. One down, seven to go, she thought, with a smirk. Then again, why stop at all the greenhouse doors? Why not get to work inside the castle, too? The sky was the limit. Maybe she'd even get lucky enough to watch someone touch one of the handles and break out in boils. Now that would be funny.
A professor has already asked to bust this later on ;D
Figuring she should start small, Dittany snuck a jar of bubotuber pus into her robe pocket and headed outside, down the grounds and towards the Herbology greenhouses. She'd picked her time and place carefully: it was midday, and most of the staff and students were at lunch, far, far out of sight from the mischief she was about to cause. When she arrived at the first greenhouse, she glanced over her shoulder, and, satisfied nobody nearby was watching, unscrewed the lid of the bubotuber pus and used an old paint brush to apply a generous coating to the greenhouse door handle. One down, seven to go, she thought, with a smirk. Then again, why stop at all the greenhouse doors? Why not get to work inside the castle, too? The sky was the limit. Maybe she'd even get lucky enough to watch someone touch one of the handles and break out in boils. Now that would be funny.
A professor has already asked to bust this later on ;D