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Avadia was feeling particually evil today. The Ravenclaw girl needed to oull a prank, somthing no-one had ever attempted, something that Lorraine would be proud of. She paced her dorm room, deep in thought. Suddenly she had an idea. Smiling slyly, she made her way down to the greenhouses. One of them was unlocked, some idiot had forgot to lock the greenhouse door, which suited Avadia fine. She walked in, and looked around. She picked up a pair of earmuffs, and put them on; she would need them later.
There were mandrakes sleeping. Avadia grinned, and carefully placed two in her bag. Her bag was giant, it could fit anything. Allison was excellent at charms! If her sisters hadn't helped, this prank would be nothing. With the sleeping mandrakes in her bag, she grabbed a few handfuls of various plants, and put them in her bag, careful not to wake the mandrakes. She stepped outside, and placed one of the mandrake beside the greenhouse door. If anyone walked past, it would start screaming for sure!
And that was only plan A.
Avadia dropped a few pieces of plants, as she walked. She made her way up to the sixth floor, glad it was empty; she had almost run out of plants to make a trail. She reached into her bag, and found what she was looking for. Clear, sticky glue. Her mind was working hard, Lorraine would be proud at this idea.
She found a rope and a large bag of feathers in her bag. All she needed was a bucket of some sort. She took of her sunhat, smirking. She usually didn't wear that hat, it went over her eyes, and hat an annoying string. Perfect for this though. She looked at a beam, and threw the rope around it. She squirted a tiny bit of glue on the ground, and put the mandrake pot on top of it. She then pulled out a bag of marbles, a birthday present from years ago.
She placed the bag of marbles back onto her bag, and peered inside. She had the bag of feathers, the giant bottle of glue, and a bolt of black material. She secured the rope onto the beam, and climbed up, pulling the rope up with her. From the ceiling she could see if anyone came, and hopefully Professor Styx came. She hated the Herbology professor, most people did too.
When the professor came, she would tip the glue on him, then the feathers. By then the mandrake would be screaming. Then she could make her getaway. Avadia secured her earmuffs, and sat, waiting.
There were mandrakes sleeping. Avadia grinned, and carefully placed two in her bag. Her bag was giant, it could fit anything. Allison was excellent at charms! If her sisters hadn't helped, this prank would be nothing. With the sleeping mandrakes in her bag, she grabbed a few handfuls of various plants, and put them in her bag, careful not to wake the mandrakes. She stepped outside, and placed one of the mandrake beside the greenhouse door. If anyone walked past, it would start screaming for sure!
And that was only plan A.
Avadia dropped a few pieces of plants, as she walked. She made her way up to the sixth floor, glad it was empty; she had almost run out of plants to make a trail. She reached into her bag, and found what she was looking for. Clear, sticky glue. Her mind was working hard, Lorraine would be proud at this idea.
She found a rope and a large bag of feathers in her bag. All she needed was a bucket of some sort. She took of her sunhat, smirking. She usually didn't wear that hat, it went over her eyes, and hat an annoying string. Perfect for this though. She looked at a beam, and threw the rope around it. She squirted a tiny bit of glue on the ground, and put the mandrake pot on top of it. She then pulled out a bag of marbles, a birthday present from years ago.
She placed the bag of marbles back onto her bag, and peered inside. She had the bag of feathers, the giant bottle of glue, and a bolt of black material. She secured the rope onto the beam, and climbed up, pulling the rope up with her. From the ceiling she could see if anyone came, and hopefully Professor Styx came. She hated the Herbology professor, most people did too.
When the professor came, she would tip the glue on him, then the feathers. By then the mandrake would be screaming. Then she could make her getaway. Avadia secured her earmuffs, and sat, waiting.