PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main():
Whilst Di Marco was thinking of the best way to hex the prefect and make it look like she really meant it, she noticed a couple of kids - one of them older than her, she thought - run down the corridor, grinning WAY too much. Frowning, she leaned over to see what they were running from and immediately rolled her eyes. Dungbombs and stuff... So old school. Who even does that anymore? Pfft.
Should she tell the Prefect? Breathing in, the stench suddenly got to her and the brunette gagged. "Hold on a second," she said to the prefect and cast a bubble head charm on herself. She LOVED this charm - it made everything look and sound so bizarre. "Yes, ok," she added as the charm completed itself and she grinned.
Those school pranks may be old school, but there were scarily effective and kinda amusing, in a way. They'd managed to cheer HER up, at any rate. Smiling at the prefect through the tanklike thing over her head, she made a mental note to tell Bridget about this.
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