- Messages
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- OOC First Name
- Liam
- Wand
- Birch Wand 14 1/4 essence of dragonstone
The daylight had dwindled to a barely perceptible lightening of the gloom when Perseas Stratis left the castle to stroll at the school's grounds. He had waited for the light to be drained away and do his monkey business under the cover of the shadows. The school's residents had been feasting at the great hall but he was heading to the lake, accompanied by a hovering, sealed crate. The wand in his left hand had enchanted it to follow him as he moved swiftly and determined away from the ancient castle. He had a less lighthearted purpose than usual and it was something he had been considering for a long time. While his pranks and jokes were getting more and more noticeable by Hogwarts' staff, he had decided to remove all evidence that could potential betray him as the mastermind of many suspicious events happening in the castle. The crate hovering next to him was full of dungbombs, hiccough sweets, bars of frog spawn soap, a set of nose-biting teacups and other objects that could grant him a detention if found in his possession.
So far he had acted without being caught and he wanted to keep it that way. He had been waiting the right moment to get rid of the evidence. At first he had considered to take them as deep as possible in the forbidden forest but one day as he was daydreaming during a class, watching at the vast lake, a better idea hit him. He was planning to submerge the crate and send it to the bottom of the lake. No one could found it there nor it would cross their mind to search the lake, and at the same time he could summon the crate whenever he wanted with a simple charm. The idea of having his own stash of joke products at the bottom of the lake was intriguing him but his excitement was cut short when he reached his destination. A movement in the shadows had him frozen. Someone was already there, standing at the edge of the wooden pier.
So far he had acted without being caught and he wanted to keep it that way. He had been waiting the right moment to get rid of the evidence. At first he had considered to take them as deep as possible in the forbidden forest but one day as he was daydreaming during a class, watching at the vast lake, a better idea hit him. He was planning to submerge the crate and send it to the bottom of the lake. No one could found it there nor it would cross their mind to search the lake, and at the same time he could summon the crate whenever he wanted with a simple charm. The idea of having his own stash of joke products at the bottom of the lake was intriguing him but his excitement was cut short when he reached his destination. A movement in the shadows had him frozen. Someone was already there, standing at the edge of the wooden pier.