A bit of a prank

[gatsoldier]

Gat was walking through the fifth floor corridor. Then he stopped to see if anyone was coming. He ran from end to end of the corridor to see if he was alone. When he had confirmed this he used magic to half open every door in the corridor.

"Careful, careful" Gat was telling himself as he ballanced a bucket onto each half open door.

After each was perfectly balanced, Gat waved his wand and each bucket was filled to the rim with shaving cream. ;D Grinning at his work, he quickely ran to hide to wait for someone to come.

[D'rorah Philosophy]

D'rorah was walking through the corridor, her nose in a book. She had been having a rather long day and was particularly stymied over a question in her research. After several useless hours in the library, she had thought a bit of motion might help to clear her head, but still she kept her nose in her book.

She was going back and forth between a passage in Aramaic and a translation done by a previous researcher, but didn't agree with his translation of the passage she was reading. What had stumped her was trying to figure out why he had translated the passage with incorrect verb conjugations. She knew that there had to be a reason, but just couldn't figure out what yet.

As she walked, she paid little attention to her surroundings. In fact, she was paying just enough attention to her direction to avoid walking into larger solid objects like walls and statues. For no particular reason at all, she began to veer toward one of the open doors, making her way into the room. She had no reason to go in, other than thinking there might be a more interesting place to sit than the library chair that had become permanently indented with her form. Nose still in the book, she absently reached out a hand to open the door and was met with a rude shock as a bucket of shaving cream fell from the top of the door, drenching her, book and all. She stood for a moment, spluttering in shock.

[gatsoldier]

Gat was watching as D'rorah walked in, and as she opened the door, Gat was on the ground laughing. ;D He was laughing so hard that his body would not let him get up.

The sight of her drenched in shaving cream was hillarious to him. He could no longer hide in the dark corner and as she rose, Gat ran into one of the other rooms, forgetting that the bucket was there.

Gat opened the door and the bucket fell on his head as he keeled over in the room still laughing, hoping that D'rorah had not seen him.

[D'rorah Philosophy]

D'rorah looked at her book, anger flaring. The text was hundreds of years old... and now... ruined... she pulled her wand and muttered a "scourgify," banishing the mess. But already, the ink had begun to run on the old pages.

Her eyes narrowed and flashed murderously as she heard laughter. She couldn't fathom who would think such a crude and pointless action was humorous. She followed the sound and found a boy on the floor. He was laughing so hard he had fallen to his knees.

"You." She searched her memory, trying to remember his name from the sorting night. "Mister Soldier." She spoked his name with venom to rival the deadliest cobra. She glared at him, waiting for some sort of apology. "My text is ruined. There are only thirty copies in the entire world and you have just destroyed mine!"

[gatsoldier]

Gat had stopped laughing and started looking at D'rorah in a mock serious face and replied "Oh come off it, it was just a joke, what are you going to do about it, its just a stupid book!".

Slowly he began to pick himself up and he looked at the locket he wore around his neck. This locket had magical properties, it could show the wearer what he wanted most at the time. At the moment it was showing bright red words, 'get out of there!!'.

Gat started to move towards the door, just noticing the murderous look in D'rorah's eye and he scowled at her as he moved. He was starting to wonder what her reaction was going to be from his last comment.

[D'rorah Philosophy]

"Just a stupid book?" she asked, taken aback. "This book has been on this planet more than twenty times the span of your life. How can you be so nonchalant about the destruction of a text that is so difficult to come by?"

She looked down at the ruined pages again, seeing now-senseless mess of ink smeared across the pages. As he began to leave, she looked up again. "Where do you think you are going? What about my book?" she remarked, her hand twitching towards her wand. "At the very least, an apology is certainly in order." She thrust the pages toward him as though seeing the mess he had created himself might assist his understanding of the situation. Even though they were dry after the scourgify, the ink was truly ruined... what had once been a page delicately lettered in Aramaic now only had a few words still visible.

[gatsoldier]

"Incendio" Gat cried and the book burst into flame. "You think I really care what you think." Gat glared at D'rorah with what seemed like flames, dancing through his eyes, waiting for a challenge to emerge from those venomous eyes of D'rorahs.

He was speaking the truth, he didnt really care, the reason for the pranks was that he didnt think about his deceased parents and to keep him happy, though he didnt feel that he had to explain himself.

Gat was starting to get furious, he had pictures in his mind of him, changing into a dragon and using D'rorah as a tooth pick. " If you knew what was good for you youd back off!!! You are lucky that your not a mudblood, or I would have killed you the moment you entered into here!!"

[D'rorah Philosophy]

D'rorah dropped the book as it burst into flame. She thought for a moment to put the fire out, but knew it was useless... it was truly ruined beyond repair anyway. She could see his thoughts, and her scowl deepened.

"I assure you, I am well-versed in that which is beneficial and that which is detrimental to my being." Her voice became calm, low, and neutral, dropping to a near whisper which was all the more ominous for how dispassionately it was delivered. "I have no intention of vacating this room until I have secured a proper apology and reassurance of compensation for the loss of my text."

Her eyes were the perfect antithesis of his. Where his eyes danced with firelight, her own were cold and steely... an icy grey. Her hand had swiftly retrieved her wand from its pocket and she now stood facing Gat, alert for any sign of movement he might make. "I do not wish to come to blows, Mister Soldier, I merely wish to have a proper apology."

Her own history and past studies had prepared her extensively for a duel. She had studied dark magic and defense in America, even publishing an article on defensive theory for Unforgivable Curses with her mentor before her parents had died.

[gatsoldier]

Gat started muttering to himself, "I gotta get out of here, she has had an extra year at school than I have and therefore has more experience. Then his murmurs went quiter still, until it was just thoughts. 'If I fight now, im already at risk from being thrown out of this school, my last school, didn't mind with using unforgivable curses, in fact they personally taught them to us.' Gat kept having these thoughts going over and over in his head and he came to a decision.

Still staring at D'rorah he pulled out his wand and muttered, "accio potion". He turned to his right as the window smashed adn a flask with a green substance was in it. He grabbed the potion in mid air and poured the contents over his head which made him totally invisable and started to shift towards the door again, while still staring at D'rorah, to see how she would react to this recent turn of events. His head spun with ideas on how to react to the possible attack, even though she could not see him.

[D'rorah Philosophy]

D'rorah flicked her wand to the door, sealing it shut. "I may not be able to see you, but I can still sense you, Mister Soldier." Her voice was eerily calm. "All I ask is a simple apology. I do not expect you to grovel at my feet. I do not even expect your strained mind to comprehend the enormity of what you have done in destroying my text. All I ask is an apology and some arrangement for compensation. I believe that is more than fair, given the circumstances."

Her posture was rigid and her ears and mind alert. She turned to face him, following his movements by his sounds and mental energies. "I do not wish to see a messy resolution to what was clearly meant to be a mere prank."

[gatsoldier]

Gat thought quickely, 'I will not apologise to this fool, who does she think she is, asking a powerful wizard trained in the dark arts, to say im sorry.' An amused look came over Gats face, " I do no intend to apologise to anyone about anything." With that, knowing he had given away his position, stayed still and used his wand to project his voice suddenly on the other side of the room, hoping she wouldn't notice how sudden.

He started to innch towards the window and without warning, jumped out and used a cushioning charm to slow himself down to a halt on the grass five stories below where he was. He quickely ran inside and towards the Slytherin common room, hoping that she would not head him off, for he knew that taht was not the end of the matter. He was exhausted so he settled down in his dormitory as the potion wore of.

[D'rorah Philosophy]

D'rorah's eyes narrowed as Gat escaped through the window. She cursed herself for having neglected to seal it was well. "Very well, Mister Soldier," she said to herself quietly as she unsealed the door. "But rest assured I do not consider this matter to be closed."

She glanced at the remaining ashes of the text that had been destroyed before heading from the room at a brisk pace. She would have to find some way of obtaining another copy of the text. She wracked her brains as she walked, trying to think of where she might obtain a copy. Annoyed, she set off for the library, hoping to find something useful there to keep her research going. Now that one of her key texts had been destroyed, she would be hard-pressed to continue the thoughts she had begun. All in the name of a ridiculous prank, she thought derisively.