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Daring and Shit

I Choose Not to Title This (I am such a rebel!)

Between detentions for the little romp in the forest and me trying to burn maim destroy misplace get this thing eaten by plants find my dear, darling journal, I've been one busy Potter. UnFortunately my journal is back to me. It tasted terrible. Reparo works wonders.

Alas! To be as mischievous as one such as I is a difficult task, but I assure all of you, my fans, I will pull through with flying colors. And those colors are red and gold. It was worth the few extra detentions to accidentally burn some catnip during Potions so all of the castle's cats would come running. How was I supposed to know the Professor was allergic? Hilarity ensued, I promise, to all those who missed the sneezing and wheezing and all around fun.

Anyone up for a bit of fun? You're all so bloody quiet it makes me think some of you are actually STUDYING. What is this, a school?


((OOC: My excuse for not being here the past week is that I've been in Canada. :D I am no longer in Canada, and James is no longer in limbo. LET THE PRANKS COMMENCE.))

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I'm always up for fun. What did you have in mind?
Of course I can count on you. I still need to show you that.

Interested in turning one of the hallways into a water park maybe? I bet the staircases would be brilliant slides. Or there's playing tag with the giant squid.

Do you think if we attached enough owls together we could sit on them like a flying raft?
POTTER I SWEAR IF YOU DON'T TELL ME I AM GOING TO HURT YOU UNTIL YOU DIE.

Ooooh, wicked. I may know just the spell, too...

...no. But we could try anyway?
WEASLEY. Maybe I should just not show it to you. I bet you'd squirm!

Then water slide stairs it is! Should we let anyone else in on it? Rosie'll pout if we leave her out.

Maybe we could just tie them to our feet!
You're going to show me, too, right?

Weasley's don't pout, James S. Potter. But can I have in, anyway?

I don't think the owls would like that very much.
'Course I'll show you Rosie.

If you want. Like Oscar said, we gotta train you up!

Are you an expert on what owls fancy then?
Good.

Also good, I guess.

No. But I reckon most owls wouldn't want a loud, obnoxious boy strapped to their back.
Then I guess Oscar will just have to sit this one out.
Don't let him know you said that.
Nonsense. Real men don't squirm.

Rosie's welcome to it, as are any of our firstie minions. We've got to start teaching them the Gryffindor way while they're still young and impressionable!

...no, that's even less likely to work. Meathead.
Which is exactly while you'll squirm plenty.

When do you want to go for it then?

You don't know! It might. Maybe we could magic the owls with some hover charms, but I guess that would defeat the point.
WHEN YOU SAY FIRSTIE MINIONS I HOPE YOU ARE NOT TALKING ABOUT ME, FIRSTLY BECAUSE I AM NOT A MINION, BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY BECAUSE I AM CERTAINLY NOT ANYTHING OF YOURS.
Sometimes James, I don't know what I'm going to do with you.

Well, as long as the teacher wasn't deathly allergic. Just mildly.

Be.... safe. Yes. That. Do what you may, but... don't die in the process!
Adore me, I guess.

Yeah, he had to go to the hospital wing but it was no big deal.

I'm always safe! So I have permission to do whatever I want then? I like the sound of this.
SOME OF US HOPE TO BE UPSTANDING MEMBERS OF SOCIETY WHEN WE LEAVE THIS PLACE.