 Excuse us, moving large heavy objects here, watch y'heads! PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main():
When he'd been asked to help out at the house event scheduled for tonight Benzi hadn't minded too much. Clearing a few tables, moving a few couches, shouldn't be too difficult right? Wrong. WRONG. Who knew there was so. much. STUFF!!!. in the Ravenclaw common room??! Did they really need all these tables? And the CHAIRS. SO MANY CHAIRS. So after spending twenty precious minutes of his life stacking chairs like a muggle Benzi decided that enough was enough, and pulled out his wand.
A few well placed charms later and SWOOSH, all the furniture that had previously been touching the floor was was now floating in the air, aimlessly hovering without a care in the world. Note: all apart from the food table. Benzi took great care not to mess with the food table. The food table was important. Also the bookcases. He didn't want to make it rain books. While it sounded like the type of occurrence that would happen in the Ravenclaw common room, he figured it would hurt and there was no need. So bookcases stayed. "EVERYONE WATCH Y'HEADS." he quickly yelled out as the first students began trickling into the common room. Friendly and helpful Prefect Rider, as always. Mother would be proud.
Careful not to break concentration - accidental murder by couch was not something Benzi wanted in his file - he systematically clumped the furniture together then slowly glued everything to the high ceiling with sticking charms. After double checking his spells, the Prefect took a second to admire his handiwork. TADAAAA! Now the Ravenclaw ceiling look like an abstract art project, tentatively titled "Atmospheric Furniture" because he'd been revising Astronomy all week and it seemed appropriate. He turned to Kitridge with a pleased grin. "Sir! Looks good right?" Totally did. MMHM.
With that part done, Benzi made short work of summoning the sleeping bags and spreading them out across the expanse of empty floor, marveling how big the common room looked when it wasn't cluttered with all those tables and couches. They should consider making this arrangement a permanent thing. No one actually used the study tables did they? And, all done. Piece of cake really.
Now to socialise. Because Benzi didn't actually own any PJs, he'd opted for grey sweatpants and a faded Dead Kneazles shirt which he tugged on as he made his way over to the food table. Was there cake?
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