- Messages
- 1,173
- OOC First Name
- Marga
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Wand
- Straight 9 1/2 Inch Rigid Oak Wand with Hippogriff Feather Core
- Age
- 11/2018
There was a war going on. Conan was pretty sure that students and professors alike hadn’t caught wind of it yet. Which was good. Because Taylor would kill him if he got fired. But he also hadn’t had this kind of amusement in a while. He had pretty well-behaved kids for the most part. Troublemakers, yes. Pranksters, not really. And Conan didn’t dislike pranksters for the most part, in fact, in the case of the twins that had taken to pranking him, he found them very amusing. Conan knew for sure that if he were to take points and assign detention, he would for sure be the target of more and more relentless pranks which he wasn’t sure he had patience for. As it was, the twins’ pranks were more harmless like rewriting his stuff backwards or turning things upside down. Unfortunately for them, they had to do this by hand. Fortunately for Conan, he had a wand and years of experience under his belt. Besides he only did the same pranks the boys would do on him - he wasn’t cruel. Maybe a little immature, but his wife would agree with anyone who says so anyway. So here he was, on his free time, waiting to see if either boy would pass by so he can cast a spell on their books for a couple of hours. Considering he was grinning like a lunatic and chuckling to himself like a madman, he probably should be paying more attention to his surroundings and should not have had that extra cup of coffee.