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Anthony~

No one noticed the quiet boy in the upper bunk.

The first thing I heard was "Watch for what others don't notice." I assumed this was a fellow Hufflepuff, for they were in the dorms.

Footsteps up the stairs to the boy's dorm. "So, find Terrace's bed." Two girls walked into the room. I sat still on my bed, not moving. 

"Here!" One of them said, standing in front of the bunk I shared with Terrace.

"Perfect." A momentary pause.

"Frogs?" I heard the squish of the frogs tumbling on the matress below me. Then a sound of a spray can against the wood.

"Are you sure you should say that? They could identify us," one of the girls said. 

"Not likely, but if they do, they'll never suspect you." Faster footsteps. Running. Then the sound of the Common room door opening and closing.

I let out a deep breath. I was the only one here in the dorms, I had skipped class. I could catch up on the homework later. I had just wanted a bit of time to relax and read. I looked at my Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook, and decided that I had a different opinion of "Relaxing" then other people.

I climbed down from my spot.

Ravenclaw and Griffendoor United, the bed frame proudly dripped in some sort of cream, right over where Terrace would sleep tonight.

I have to do something, I thought. I have to warn Terrace or something!

My thoughts distracted, I didn't hear the dormitory doors open and footsteps aproch from behind me.

"Antony?! What are you doing!!"

Okay, I know the dorms don't have bunks but it looks better in my head and it works for this scene. Plus, Anthony needs to SOMEHOW fall into the action. I don't know why he was skipping class (not like him) but where were all of the other Hufflepuffs? Class. So he had to skip it.

Starting tomorrow evening, our internet is going down due to technical issues, so could ya'll keep up Evangeline for me?! PLEASE! I WILL BE BACK! @ Moss: Could you by chance help me with that? You don't have to write from her POV, just make sure she's still there?! Thanks ya'll!

I wasn't allowed to use the computer for a couple of days, but I'm back now and I'd really like to join if that's possible. 

Name: Victoria Vanitate

Age: 14

Year: Fourth year (because that's what I would be. A fourth year already? I feel so old.)

Gender: Female... while this thread has more girls than boys I'd rather do a girl to balance out my own RP characters.

House: Slytherin. I was going to do Ravenclaw but there's more Ravenclaws than Slytherins so here I am.

Personality: She's incredibly ambitious. She actually wants to take over the world but she keeps her ambition hidden. She's a good actor because she's been hiding her real thoughts and ideals from the entire world for as long as she can remember. She's rather vain (those who speak Latin will be snorting at my failure of coming up with creative names) and condescending towards the human race in general. She likes trees a great deal and doesn't eat sweets because when she does she loses her mind and runs around crazily with much less control of herself than normal.

Appearance: She has black hair, green eyes, and sort of skinny. She's not too attractive, and is more vain about her talents and plans than her appearance.

Animal: A Siamese cat named Helena. Helena is named Helena becuase that is a pretty name, not because that is the name of Rowena Ravenclaw's daughter. 

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Name: Ice Briggs

Age: 10

House: Grifindor

Personality: Happy! Happy! Happy! HAPPY!

Hobbies: Eats as much chocalate at one time pasuible without puking.

Other: Won't drink tea without ice, is Anthony's younger sister 

"GRIFFENDOOR!!!" the sorting hat shouted. I jumped all the way to the Griffendoor table, just to be dissapointedl

"What do you mean there's no ice in the tea here?!" I shouted, looking at a cup of tea someone had handed me. "Is there an ice machiene here?"

Sorry, sorry, I've been gone! It's stressful having to keep up with all the roleplay, sheesh. And I have limited computer time, so I can't always write. But I will now:

Sometime after dinner that night, I met up with Terrence and agreed to bury the hatchet long enough to get Terrence's book back. No more tricks and no more sneaking into the Ravenclaw common room. I didn't quite trust him, but there was something so goofily innocent on his face that I couldn't help agreeing on a truce for the time being. Still, we weren't above asking questions.

"Why did you touch me?" I asked.

"Why were you banned from the library?" He asked.

"Why does Cindy Umbridge seem to have a special vengeance for you?" I asked.

So things didn't go entirely smoothly. Still, I knew his book was in Madam Pince's office and that he no longer had a invisibility cloak, so we couldn't keep bickering forever. When we got to the library, though, I stopped. Here I was, about to walk back into the place where I nearly got expelled. Oh, yes, Madam Pince had a poor memory along with poor vision, but surely after sneaking into the library again, there would be consequences. See, I nearly got expelled the year before because I snuck into the library with my bag and that fool Snitch that I carried around as a good luck token (given to me by my Seeker father) somehow got loose and flew all over the place, knocking books off the wall. I had caught the Snitch no where but in the Restricted section, and it was only that Professor Slughorn (who found me) was willing to accept my truthful explanation. I was still banned from the library, though.

"So, what do you advise?" I asked.

"Disillusionment charm, what?" He replied, taking out his wand. I shrugged.

"Fine, I'll go in and you discreetly follow. But your charm better be good or I'll jinx you so bad, you won't be able to see straight for the rest of your term at Hogwarts!" And I meant it too. I was in Transfiguration with Evangeline earlier and she said that when I said my spells I sounded like I meant to cast ill luck on the subject for all eternity. Before he said the spell, though, I stopped him.

"Just before I go in there and risk getting expelled," I said conversationally, "just what's so great about that Muggle book?"

"It's really fascinating," he said eagerly, "how the Muggles describe magic. And L. Frank Baum sounds like he might have been in Hooflepuff, you know? Have you read any Muggle books?"

I considered looking disdainful at the suggestion (wizarding families as a rule never see movies or read Muggle books), but didn't. The memory of an early summer when I first read Anne of Green Gables came back to me and I realized that if someone had taken that from me then, I would want just to get it back, too. "Some," I answered. "Now shoot."

He was about to when who should appear around the corner but Lucius Malfoy, Slytherin prefect. "Well," he said, almost gleefully, "what have we here? Dueling in the hallways? I should think that would reward a demerit of the highest order."

"We're not--dueling!" I exclaimed, perhaps with more force than I meant, for both boys seemed to take a step back. "We merely were going into the library, and we dropped our wands. We were merely comparing them to see which wand did what better. For example--" I whipped out my wand and immediately applied a Body-Binder Charm to Lucius. He couldn't move, but his eyes seemed to narrow in fury. "See?" I replied. "Now, I have other things to do, and will see you later, Terrence." I smiled graciously and left them.

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On the way back to the Ravenclaw common room, I ran into Terrence again, who was hiding behind a suit of armor. "What are you doing here?" I asked sharply. "Not planning to sneak in again, are you?"

"No," he said, looking around furtively. "But when do we plan to get into the library again?"

"Anytime Lucius isn't around." I laughed. "I wonder if anyone reversed my hex yet."

"You hexed Lucius Malfoy, Slytherin prefect?" Both Terrence and I turned to see James Potter and Sirius Black standing there, looking admiring. They always seemed attached at the hip, those two.

"Rather," I replied proudly.

"Right on! You know Evangeline, right?" Sirius asked, looking sideways at Terrence.

"Sure. Holly and I hang out with her sometimes." I realized what the look meant. They obviously knew of the calamity which awaited Terrence when he returned to his room.

"Well, congratulations on the hex," said James. He leaned forward. "What did you do?"

"Body-binder."

"Good one! I hope he's still where you left him!" The two went off laughing and I turned back to Terrence.

"Right," I said, smartly. "I'll catch you later." I hurried away and got to the door of the Common room. I got in just behind someone, so didn't have to answer the riddle, but just barely.

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That's all for now. But just for the record: Joe the Stickfiddler, did Terrence want to kiss Emma? Not that I mind, of course, just want to settle that nicely. And why would looking through her things help him get in with the Marauders?

Dang, I wanted to do another Terrence bit, but I have to wait for everyone else's comments to come through to avoid contradicting comments I haven't seen yet. But I can write about Mr. Mailman, no one else in this is anywhere near him, so no contradictions can occur...
--Mr. Mailman--
I flew through the air and landed in a tree. There I met another owl. He looked very fierce and menacing. His expression said to me, "This is my branch, so scat!" I did so. Wild owls were very unhelpful. Most of them were not concerned with anything except eating and surviving. Us wizard post and pet owls were very helping to each other. More than once I'd exchanged directions with other owls, it was common.
After I landed in another tree, I saw an owl with thick brown feathers delivering a package. I hooted up to it, "Oy! Can you tell me how to get to Hogwarts?"
It flew down and hooted to me, "I sure can. I'll be going back with whatever reply is given to this post I'm sending and you can come with me. Will you give me a hand carrying this package?"
"Absolutely!" I told him proudly. I hooked my claws onto the string tying the package shut and flew with him, letting him guide the way.
--
We flew into the house and were greeted by an young wizard in his pajamas. The wizard walked over to us and said, "Oh, why, hello! I see you've brought a package from my dear Emma..." He took it and opened it. "Oh, some Pumpkin Pasties from the Hogwarts Express lunch trolley!"
He took a few moments to read the enclosed letter that had come with it. Then he saw me.
"And a little helper! Well, that's good of you." The man wrote on a piece of paper for a few minutes, then handed it to my new friend the post owl, who stuck out his leg to allow it to be tied on. "Well, goodbye, you too!"
As I flew away, I heard him mutter, "Sneaking in the Ravenclaw dormitory... sounds like a very insolent fellow!"
"Who was that?" I asked the brown owl once we were far off.
"Mr. Holmes," he replied. "His daughter, Emma, is back at Hogwarts. I belong to her, and she sends him a letter each first day back every year and constantly continues the exchange up until the summer holidays. Hogwarts is this way, don't lose sight of me now!"
"Oh, I won't," I replied. "I'm, uh, Mr. Mailman, by the way, might I thank you ever for your kindness, uh..."
"Craw."
"Yes, thank you ever so much, Craw." I hooted politely.
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Anthony~

I was lead to the dentention room by Profesor Slughorn. I felt ashamed. Sure, I hadn't commited the prank, but how could Profesor Slughorn know? Everytime I tried to tell him he gave me a look that said to be quiet.

The detention room gave me a chill as I steped inside it. "Hello, Profesor!" a girl in one of the desks adressed Professor Slughorn.

"Hello, Evangeline," he sighed. So she had been here before. Slughorn made that obvious. "Don't smiled about this, or McGonnagall will have my resignation."

I took a seat at a desk. On the board, Pranks are Foolish and Childish was writting in a messy scrawl. I sighed, took out a piece of parchment and quill and began writing.

"How'd you get here?" Evangeline leaned over to my desk.

"I was framed," I said through gritted teeth. "Somebody had trashed Terrace's bed and trunk. I was in there when it happened, though I didn't see who. I was found at the scene of crime, therefore punished."

Evangeline smiled slyly. "Meet the master of that particular prank!" She held out her hand for me to shake it. I merely stared at her.

So this was her fault. I thought I had recognised her voice! Her and her friend had cost me a trip to the detention room. I glared at her and turned back to look at my words. Pranks are Foolish and...

"What have you got against Terrace?" I suddenly hissed at her. True, he annoyed me as did all the other Hufflepuffs, but I felt like I had to ask. He seemed like a pretty nice guy. And know it was whatever grudge Evangeline and her friend held that had landed me here.

Evangeline opened her mouth to speak when Profesor Slughorn broke in.

"Don't forget this is detention. Go back to your writing."

Evangeline passed me a note. What's wrong with a good old fashioned prank?

Your PRANK landed me HERE!!!

Oh, c'mon. Pranks are fun.

Anthony did not pass any other notes back in reply, but concentrated on his words. ...Foolish and Childish....