Inside the Owlery

Many owls reside in Hogwarts, you are welcome to use them if you don't have an owl of your own.

Diana entered the Owlery with a purple package in her hand.

She chose one of the school Owls and tied the small package securely on one of it's feet. "Give this to Darien Vaight. Not in the Great Hall, but when he is alone. Okay?"

The owl hooted happily and took off.

Diana watched the owl grinning, imagining the look on Darien's face when he opened the package and saw an 'I love Gryffindors' underwear inside it.

((Haha lol...))

Nicolas went up to the Owlery carrying a smallish box of Spanish Chocolates.

"Artemis," Nicolas called and his owl, a deep blueish-grey appeared. "Take this to Amy Avalon okay?" To the owl he attached the box of chocolates and a note.

The owl gave a hoot and flew away.

Nicolas took out a smooth green letter from his pocket. "Time for the first dare."

"Artemis," he called out.

The owl flew at his side. He whispered the recipiant's name.

((Recipiant... You don't need to indicate that you've recieved the letter. Just do the dare. And good luck!))

Ana sat still underneath the stairs in the owlery, hoping she was obscured by the shadow it cast.
Hogwarts was so full or people ((lol)) it was making her head ache. Too much noise and clutter.
She stayed still, as though frozen, blocking Darien out of her mind, ignoring his worried tone of thought.
Ana, answer me! What is wrong with you?! Just answer me!
She needed to save Calista...and his thoughts were annoying her. She blocked him from her mind, and sighed.
How? How? How???!!!
What she needed right now, was someone with a plan.
Something dug into her thigh. The dagger...
In a moment, she was on her feet and out the door.
Research time...

Éléonore eyed the owlery with barely disguised disgust. She had entered with hopes of sending a letter to her friends at Beauxbatons but was stunned at the condition of the owl dwelling.

"Vat eex vith zis school? Are zey on a budget cut? Look at zis mess everyvair! Eet eez disgusting!" Her brown eyes moved around in horror, taking in the owl's home with feathers and pellets scattered everywhere.

Darien laughed manaically...inside the confines of his head, safely hidden at the top of the owlery, the twins nearby.
Okay troops, you know the plan.
Checklist time...
Do we have...One nice big bowl or frog legs, one sumptuous selection of slugs and some weird green goo which tastes really bad and doesn't really serve a purpose? Okay, I know we've got the last one because it's sticking to my lil' finger. Have you two got the remaining crucial ingredients of severe awesomness?

Amy and Aiden laughed silently "You bet," they though giving the mentle thumbs up.

Floating the slugs and legs silently above Éléonore's head and out of sight.

Darien chuckled quietly, so Eleonore couldn't hear.
On three...
He levitated his slime next to the twins' ingredients of supreme awesomeness.
One...

Two...

Three....! Darien released the spell and the slime began to fall...straight onto Eleonore.

"You may have beaten us in 1066...and 1998...but now WE WIN!" Darien finished the yell with some clinically insane maniacal laughter.

The twins laughed and droped the spell on the slugs and legs.

"Long live Hogwarts!!" they yelled

Éléonore wailed as she felt the cold, gooey, slimyness strike her. "Oh mon dieu ! Grenouilles ? Escargots ! Etudiants horribles ! Je déteste cette école! Vous payerez ceci! " she cried out as she ran out of the owlery in tears, searching for her mother.

Darien laughed hysterically as he watched the french girl hurtle away, in tears.
He fell to his knees and carried on laughing. In between surges of hysteria he managed to blurt out, "Nice- Nice one guys...We have taught her to be...so...snobbish...and...not to...eat...frogs!"
A tear of laughter rolled down his cheek as he rocked back and forth, his laughter echoing off the stone walls all around.

Viper entered the Owlery with a semi-neutral and annoyed face. She breathed in deeply, releasing slowly. "Which one of you decided to dump frogs all over the Headmistress of Beauxbaton's daughter?"

Darien managed to control his laughter for a moment.
He glanced at the twins and felt awkward. He was always getting detentions...had the twins had any this year? Or ever?
"Um..." he glanced at the twins again. "Erm...We were framed?"
An awkward grin slid onto his face, trying to look innocent...and failing dismally. Darien Vaight did not do innocent...And even when he was innocent no one believed him.
He knew there wasn't a hope in hell that Viper would believe him, but maybe some humour would lighten the situation...He hoped. Darien braced himself for the ranting, raving and detentions to come.

Viper raised an eyebrow and sighed. "Do I want to know why?"

"It was all...um...A conspiricy to...blame us for...to destroy...um..."
Darien bit his lip.
"It was...It...Um...they...she...it...we...um...I..." He sighed, time to come clean. "Well she is french Professor." He stated, as though it was the ultimate excuse.

Amy and Aiden who had smirks on their face poked there head out.

They said inbetween laughs.

"The look on her face was Priceless, she insulted Hogwarts AGAIN" said Aiden.

"and she deserved it, we will gladly take any detention, its worth it"said amy.

Viper mock gaped. "Really? I thought she was Brazilian!" she shook her head. "So what am I supposed to tell Madame Lasharna when she comes stomping? 'Oh, I'm terribly sorry, Madame. My students didn't mean to attack your precious daughter. It was nothing personal, it was just because she was french.' That's a lovely conversation..."

Viper nodded at Amy's comment. "I'm sure it was, so hopefully, when worse comes to worse you'll remember that as you apologize to Madame and Mademoiselle Lasharna."

Darien pouted."It's her own fault she's french."
He gagged. "But I don't speak whatever strange and obscure language they speak...They wouldn't understand me anyway."

Viper raised an eyebrow, although the corners of her mouth twitched. "Alright, I'm not even going to begin assessing what is wrong in that statement. Mr.Vaight, your opinions are your own and you are entitled to them. However, speak them wisely, and I highly advise you to speak with caution around Madame Lasharna. She's already irritated enough as it is. Not to mention she's over six feet!" Viper scoffed.

"She's over six feet tall or she's got six feet?" Darien raised an eyebrow, a slight grin on his face.

((lol couldn't resist tht joke...))

Viper shrugged. "Maybe both. Who knows? I've never quite felt the need to ask her. Or take measures to find out for myself..." a look of horror flashed on Viper's face. "Mr.Vaight, this is the first and most likely last thing I'll ever ask of you. Out of all the shenanigans you may pull please do not let that be one of them!"

Darien faked a look of tragic disappointment. "Guess we'll have to think of something else to do next weekend..." He glanced at the twins, grinning.
"I'd better cross that off my plans list..." He pulled a sheet of paper from his pocket.

To Do: including; plots, plans, schemes, cunning plans, awesome plans, manaical laughter, homework, chores, gardening, general hygeine, food-oriented, drink-oriented, schoolwork, detentions, doodles, scribbles, illegible scrawling, painting, artistic, original, unoriginal, vaguely-original, plaguerised, trying to take over the world and other.
"Oh, wrong list." He folded the long parchment up and forced it back into a pocket.

"Right...Which pocket was it in...?" He removes the following from his pockets...in no particular order...
One half of a yo-yo, a small stick, a chewy rubber bone (with teethmarks), a rubber, a pencil (2cm long), 3.5 sticks of chalk, a biscuit (slightly chewed), a chocolate, a feather, the to-do list, a miniature kitchen sink, a llama keyring, muggle toy money (coins and notes...all plastic with 'bank of toyland' on the back), a squashed wine gum, a thimble, a wizard chess set, a mini gobstones packet (empty), a certificate of iguana adoption, a beer mat, a pen knife (no blade) a herring (which he proceeded to fling out of the window onto an unsupecting owl) and finally, a crumpled piece of paper headed: Not to be done under any circumstances, whether drunk, sober, hyper, high, flying, showing-off, as a dare, daring, rebellious, stupid, just plain idiotic, riding, herding or other such llama and iguana related activities. Please note: will get in trouble/decapitated/mauled/verbally assualted/assualted/yelled at/pelted/bombarded by a variety of objects/animals/foods/drinks/slimes/people.

"Found it." He crammed the items (listed in the list not in italics...No I am not going to type them out again! lol) back into his pockets and grinned.
"Oh, a quill." He sighed. "And I had just put everything away. Accio." A quill zoomed into his hand. "Oh. With hindsight, I could have done that to start with. Anyway..."

He began to write, black ink flowing from the quill.
"Self-inking quills are so useful. Now...'Must not investigate Madame Lasharna's feet size, number and loose-ness'"((ha! Footloose! ))

He wedged the quill into his ridiculously empty-looking pockets, and tucked the 'Not to do' list inside his robes.
He smiled, in a goofy and idiotic manner. "Done. I won't forget."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the list again.
"Hm...what else am I not to do..." He read the list in his head and sniggered at various items and memories.

(Including: Do not chase people or animals that are bigger than you, Do not get caught stealing, do not rob banks full of goblins, do not dangle younger siblings out of windows and let go of their feet, do not bite caterpillars, do not eat dog food, do not eat cat food, NEVER eat rabbit food, do not animate lawnmowers, do not animate garden gnomes. Do not transfigure garden gnomes (animated or otherwise) into lawnmowers, or vice-versa. Do not clear your throat when eating. Don't throw custard at the Minister for magic and get caught. And many more...)

Clearing his throat, he put it back in his pocket and tried to look less stupid than before.
He failed.

((Yeah...Sorry, got a bit carried away...lol))

((lol, don't be it was great! xD))

Viper rolled her eyes as she summoned her goblet. She paused midway in her sip as she wondered briefly if Mr.Vaight and her goblets constant presence were related...

"Lovely."