The annoying orange

[Xavier Jeffreys]

It took a few hours, but soon enough Xavier's rumbling stomach forced him to leave the school grounds and return to the interior of the castle. He ventured to the great hall for lunch and picked up an orange from one of the fruit bowls along the Hufflepuff table on his way out for something extra to fill his stomach as he began wandering aimlessly around the castle. He used his fingernails to peel his orange and carelessly allowed the small pieces of orange skin to leave a trail behind him as he walked. When he finished peeling his orange he realized he made it to the first floor corridor. He stopped for a moment so he could pull apart one of the orange pieces and pop it into his mouth, letting the sweet yet tangy flavor linger on his tongue. Oranges were definitely one of Xavier's favourite things to snack on so he smiled as he began walking again, savoring the taste of the fruit for as long as possible as he continued his adventure along the corridor. ​

 

[Desislav Zhefarovich]

It was never a good thing when Desislav got too bored. The school year had only just begun, so the Gryffindor hadn’t had enough classes to fall behind in his assignments. He’d been wandering the corridors for a bit, looking for some form of entertainment. He’d stopped in his favorite place, the courtyard, to let some dung bombs that had self-timers built into them. They still had about twenty minutes before he needed to be back down there to watch the magic happen. So, he still needed to entertain himself for that amount of time. As he walked, Desi spotted a piece of orange peel on the floor. As he continued, he spotted another and another, eventually beginning to pick them up and putting them in his pocket as he went. Desislav couldn’t believe that someone was making such a mess! Eventually, he caught up to the culprit. Taking aim, Desi threw a piece of orange peel at the guy’s head before ducking into an open doorway.

 

[Xavier Jeffreys]

Xavier continued walking along the corridor and chewing on the delicious piece of orange in his mouth until the unusual feeling of something hitting the back of his head stopped him dead in his tracks. A puzzled expression crossed his face as he turned and looked around the area behind him. His eyes fell on a piece of orange skin on the stone floor which he soon realized was the thing that had made impact with his head. He knelt down and picked up the piece of skin before looking down the corridor again. It appeared to be completely deserted. He figured that someone must have thrown the skin towards him because a piece of orange skin couldn't fly towards his head on it's own. The thought that his orange might be charmed had crossed his mind however while he knew magic was a curious and mysterious thing, it didn't cause the skin of fruit to fly in all directions without warning. "Hello?" He called out, hoping that if someone had thrown the skin towards him, they would reveal themselves and own up to it.​

 

[Desislav Zhefarovich]

Desi didn't bother to peek out. That was an amateur thing to do and would get him caught. No, the Gryffindor wanted to have a little more fun with the tiny litterbug. Reaching for his wand, Desislav used it to perform a bit of wand writing towards the wall across the doorway from where he was hiding. The boy had just called out a greeting, so the moment was perfect. Covering his mouth with his other hand so that no chuckles would escape, Desislav wrote 'STOP YOUR LITTERING...OR ELSE!' For good measure, he added a picture of an orange. It was a pretty bad picture so there was no guarantee the boy would recognize it as an orange, but that's what it was. Pleased with himself, Desi stored his wand away.

 

[Xavier Jeffreys]

The piece of orange in Xavier's mouth was all chewed up at this point. He promptly swallowed it and didn't bother putting another piece into his mouth as he stared down the corridor, waiting for an answer from the orange skin throwing culprit. When he heard nothing but an ery silence he began to turn around, letting bygones be bygones though some writing appeared on one of the walls which he couldn't read from far away. He walked until he was directly in front of the writing and squinted to read it, puzzled by the unusual round shape drawn below it all. Xavier was not sure what it was but he knew that Ares would have made up a story about an anti-littering ghost roaming the halls, angrily throwing student's trash back towards them, leaving warning notes and signing them with a weirdly drawn circle as a trademark. Unfortunately Xavier was not as imaginative as his brother so he continued to stand in front of the writing, trying to figure out who or what had written it and why eating an orange of all things had caused this to happen in the first place.​

 

[Desislav Zhefarovich]

Desislav could see the younger boy as he stopped in front of the writing and looked over at it. Stepping out from the classroom as quietly as he could, the Gryffindor moved until he was standing near the Hufflepuff. “Whoa…what’s this?” he asked as if he had just happened to come upon the writing himself. Desislav mouthed the words on the wall, reading them again. “Is this for you?” he asked innocently, his hands in his pocket to push down the rest of the peels he had gathered there. “Looks like you got one of the school ghosts pretty angry” he declared with a slight smirk on his face. He wondered if that would scare the boy at all. Some people were afraid of ghosts, he’d found. He’d grown up around them, so they were just as normal as people to him.

 

[Xavier Jeffreys]

Xavier looked up from the writing on the wall when an older student appeared next to him. He nodded when they asked if the note was for him and shook his head when they said he must have angered one of the school ghosts. Xavier wasn't the smartest boy in the world but he also wasn't gullible enough to believe ghosts were real. He had heard other students talk about ghosts in the school but chose not to believe any of their words until he saw the ghosts with his own eyes. "Ghosts aren't real." He said, bluntly. He wasn't going to believe any of the other boy's words about ghosts when he had yet to meet one of these ghosts and his mind was supposed to be focused the person or thing that threw the orange skin towards his head. They still had yet to reveal themselves and Xavier wanted to get to the bottom of what was happening. "Do you know who wrote this?" He asked the older boy, hoping he could point him in the right direction and wondering if he was in the corridor long enough to see anything suspicious. ​

 

[Desislav Zhefarovich]

Desi ignored the boy's question, his eyes widened and his brain still trying to wrap its mind around what the boy had just said. "Are you muggleborn?" he asked, his eyes narrowing as he attempted to find some explanation for this crazy talk. "Ghosts are very real" Desi spat out. "Haven't you seen your house ghost yet? Gryffindor's got the best, of course, Lady Helena the Brave, but I'm sure yours is decent." He couldn't believe this kid. He had bigger problems than littering right now. "And the Headmistress mentioned Vex, a poltergeist, during the feast. Didn't you hear her?" Even if the kid didn't want to believe him, he had to believe the Headmistress. On occasion Desi actually listened to what the woman was saying to them and he distinctly recalled her mentioning Vex. He'd been on the lookout ever since.

 

[Xavier Jeffreys]

Xavier's brow furrowed when the older student asked if he was muggleborn. He did not appreciate the patronizing tone though he shook his head and politely responded "No" instead of commenting on it. The fact of the matter was that Xavier had only overheard things about ghosts and chose not to believe the things he overheard were real until he met a ghost or at least spotted one from a distance. Xavier shook his head again in response to the older boy's question about the headmistress mentioning a poltergeist at the start of year feast. He honestly was too busy focusing on his surroundings and talking to his twin brother that he did not pay any attention to the headmistress. "I haven't seen a ghost." Was all he said after his continuous head shaking. "If a poltergeist wrote this, wouldn't they want to show it off?" He asked, trying to find some sort of logical explanation behind what was happening because he was still very much clueless about this orange skin ordeal. ​

 

[Desislav Zhefarovich]

Desislav sighed, this conversation not going at all how he'd planned it to. "Yes, it probably would stick around if it really was a school ghost that did this. It was me though. I don't like littering" he frowned, "and you were just throwing your garbage everywhere." The teenager didn't mind making messes at all. Some of his best pranks has included huge messes, but just throwing stuff with no real purpose bugged him. "Ghosts are real though" he added, still stubbornly trying to prove his point. He walked to the classroom door and the garbage can just inside, reaching into his pocket and pointedly throwing all of the orange rinds away.