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Magical Soul 
Louisa was holding her box of Dungbombs and sneaking out of the portrait hole of her common room to try one or two of those before... planning on truly using them. The corridor, however, was a bit crowded. She saw that banner with Kurumi's name and rolled her eyes. Someone had a fancy way in expressing their affection - not like her, she merely went depressed and got all stalk-ish instead of being romantic and funny.
Moving on, the girl made a turn toward a rather vacant part of the floor and without taking much notice of the boy standing and sniggering there, she set down her box and took one Dungbomb ick! out. Several portraits gasped before the people in them vanished, she rolled her eyes. "Calm down, I wasn't going to throw this at you." She told them. One of the portraits that had three old men with long curly white hair, sitting near a luxurious fireplace, replied, "Peeves might join you in a bit." Louisa stared at the old man for a moment. Oh. Yeah. Peeves. Heh, he'd find this lame. "Don't worry. I just want to.." She was saying so carelessly rocking the hand that held the Dungbomb around that it went off.
While she still held it. And now she had poop all over her arm. O__o
Charles heard the voice of a girl talking to one of the portraits, then heard the portraits squealing and running into neighbouring ones. He turned around expectantly, only to find a girl there waving her hand with a, ..-DUNGBOMB held in it?
Charles was on the verge of shouting a pointless warning, but the girl was careless and one second later, the corridor was filled with the smell of dung as the dungbomb exploded in the girls hand. Eurgh. The portraits around them started sniggering, and Charles, trying hard not to laugh shook his head at the girl.
"Um, I suppose that didn't go well, did it?" He asked her, suppressing his laughter and nodding at her dung-covered arm. He then burst out laughing, as he couldn't stop himself, but not in a nasty way. It was just so funny that a girl was sneaking around in a seventh floor corridor, with a dungbomb in her hand and arguing with the portraits.
He walked towards her, intending to help her get rid of the dung, but stopped a good distance away, in case she decided to curse him for laughing or something.