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Zoe · 05-23-2016, 11:36 PM

Frankie knew the moment he read the note on the door and walked into the room that signing up for the charms challenge was a trap, quite possibly one of the biggest mistakes he had made in his entire life. The agonizing cries of an infant filled his hears, and ... what was that awful smell? Memories of when Hattie and Cora were babies suddenly flooded his mind, all of which he had repressed to the deepest, darkest places of his mind until this very moment. The crying, the poopy diapers, the smell of baby food, the lack of sleep, the pain of stepping on baby toys in the middle of the night, everything came back to him – it was pure torture. Why anyone would ever want one of those was a mystery to the prefect. Babies were absolute nightmares.

Sighing, the blond approached the little thing. From a distance it looked like the real deal, but he soon realized that before him was just a doll. Nonetheless, the crying and smell were horrendous. How in the world did they get that to be SO REAL?! Whoever did it sure got that down to a T. Merlin. He gagged loudly as he reached for his wand, his face turning a dark shade of red rather rapidly.

Before even dealing with the fake baby, the first thing the sixteen-year-old boy did was cast a Bubble-Head Charm for himself. Holding his breath, he nonverbally casted the charm, moving his wand in a counter-clockwise motion around his nose and mouth. Frankie knew full well that he would have been destined to pass out otherwise. The bubble that successfully took form was a life-saver. Props to the bloke who invented the spell ages ago.

With a fresh supply of oxygen, the sixth year glanced back at the doll-baby as he recalled all of the things that the note on the door had instructed him to do. Obviously there was the diaper – it made sense to take care of that first. Now, he wasn't quite sure what the universe had accepted as a proper diaper-changing technique. Though he had younger sisters, he sure didn't stick around whenever they left stink bombs in their pants. The blond thought that this was going to be a walk in the park nonetheless. How hard could it be, right? If his ma and pa and Grace, of all people, could do it, then this was going to be a piece of cauldron cake.

Wrong. He was so wrong.

As he was undressing the doll, the thing was crying even louder and flailing her arms and legs about. Immediately the boy regretting not silencing the damn thing, though he was sure doing so would have meant points being docked. So he struggled ... for several minutes ... the buttons of its onesie were undone ... both of her arms were free ... but the legs were proving to be a challenge. Was putting the onesie back on the thing going to be even more difficult? Bloody hell.

"Finally!" he exclaimed once the baby was completely free of the onesie. A few beads of sweat were beginning to form on his forehead, but the prefect paid no attention to them. The hard part was just about to begin. He slowly reached toward the baby, which was making Moaning Myrtle look normal with all the crying it was doing, and began. There went the first strap, and Frankie was beyond grateful for that Bubble-Head Charm once the second was undone and the mess was revealed.

What in Merlin's beard where they feeding her?! Oh ... right. It was a doll.

Careful not to get his hands dirty, Frankie moved the dirty diaper away from the kicking doll and looked around the room. What was he supposed to do now? Why wasn't there a garbage can in here? He panicked for a few moments before hitting himself on the head. Vanish the stinkin' thing, Paton! Duh! Wand at the ready, he moved his wand in a complex motion and said "Evanesco."

Having just gotten rid of the source of the smell, the teen removed the Bubble-Head Charm and returned his attention to the doll. It was still crying for some reason. He tried calming the baby by shushing it and whispering to it over and over as he fought against kicking legs while he put on a clean diaper and got the thing back in its onesie. "Why ... won't ... you ... just ... shut ... the ... hell ... up?" he muttered under his breath, blatantly failing at getting the baby to be quiet. The dirty diaper was no more. What more could she want? What was this baby's deal?

A lightbulb went off when he briefly put himself in the baby's shoes. If its diaper was clean, then there was really only one other reason why she would still be crying: she wanted food. A hand quickly went to his left pocket, and he felt around for something for the doll to nibble on. The only thing that he had to offer was a chocolate frog ... and there was a feeling in his gut that babies didn't get those. So he began his search around the room for anything baby-appropriate to eat.

To his left was a tiny crib, and to his right was a radio. The blond continued his search, shushing the doll as he searched high and low for baby food or something the screeching thing could eat. Diapers were a no ... baby toys were definitely a no ... alas, a bottle with milk in it! Frankie quickly snatched the bottle and ran over to the doll. She seemed to have recognized the bottle in his hands and stopped crying for a moment to make grabby hands at him. He was about to place the silicone part in the doll's mouth, but stopped himself. Didn't babies like warm milk? It said he was supposed to warm the milk first, right? Now that he thought about it, the prefect couldn't recall drinking cold milk as an infant, and he was quite certain his mum never gave Hattie and Cora cold milk to drink.

Being quick with his hands, for the doll-baby looked like it was on the verge of starting up another fit, he gave his wand a little wave and muttered the incantation for the Hot-Air Charm. Hot air steadily emitted from the tip of his wand. He could feel the bottle getting warmer. Just as the doll let out a loud cry, he carefully placed the end of the bottle in her mouth.

Are you happy now? Hmm?

She seemed happy guzzling the milk away, which made Frankie sigh with relief. The nightmare was almost over. Soon he could return to his baby-less life, which was fun and low on the responsibility scale in comparison to all of this nonsense. His blue eyes flickered over to the crib and then back at the doll. It needed to go in there next, but he wasn't so sure that the crib was even big enough for the drama queen baby. He rose up to his feet and strode over to the crib for closer examination. It certainly wasn't big enough for that little monster. "Engorgio," he murmured, flicking his wand at the tiny crib. An icy blue light emanated from the tip of his wand, making the crib grow in size immensely. Frankie ended the spell when he deemed the crib big enough and looked back down at the doll, which had knocked the bottle away and started crying once more.

Deciding that there was no way he was going to go across the room again to fetch the thing, he remained were he stood. Pointing his wand at the baby, he moved his wand in a sideways motion and uttered, "Wingardium Leviosa." Shortly thereafter, the doll began to hover in the hair, the bottle and blanket trailing behind it. The blond carefully navigated everything over toward the crib, steadily placing them down – the baby and blanket in the crib and the bottle on a nearby stand.

Its cries were more painful and annoying than ever. He couldn't take it much longer, so he quickly made a mad dash for the radio and tinkered with the dials. Celestina Warbeck's voice loudly filled the room, which the baby did not seem to like at all. Another turn revealed The Dead Kneazles, which made the baby cry even harder. The third turn of the dial, however, was the charm: peaceful classical music. If that did not get the thing to fall asleep, then he didn't know what would.

The music seemed to be working as the cries got quieter when he approached the crib. The teenaged boy reached for the bottle and put the end back in the doll's mouth. Gently, he then tucked the blanket closer to the baby and watched as its eyes slowly began to close. Come on ... fall asleep already ... please ... come on, he thought as its eyes opened less and less with each blink. After a few minutes, the eyes of the doll-baby remained shut. PRAISE MERLIN!

"Night, flobberworm," Frankie whispered, silently creeping toward the door and his freedom.

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Zoe Forum Manager Honeydukes Mod Occamy Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: Oz Posts: 63,285 Hogwarts RPG Name: Beauden Wild Gryffindor Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Gillyweed Beery Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Ousmane Diomandé Hufflepuff Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Rajan Patil Ravenclaw First Year Ministry Department Head: Franklin Paton Law Enforcement Ministry Department Head: Almer Toots Transportation x8 x8	Bathes in Maple Syrup \| Dancing Lobster \| Mrs. Charlie Weasley \| Seneca's Beard \| That's So Fetch Frankie knew the moment he read the note on the door and walked into the room that signing up for the charms challenge was a trap, quite possibly one of the biggest mistakes he had made in his entire life. The agonizing cries of an infant filled his hears, and ... what was that awful smell? Memories of when Hattie and Cora were babies suddenly flooded his mind, all of which he had repressed to the deepest, darkest places of his mind until this very moment. The crying, the poopy diapers, the smell of baby food, the lack of sleep, the pain of stepping on baby toys in the middle of the night, everything came back to him – it was pure torture. Why anyone would ever want one of those was a mystery to the prefect. Babies were absolute nightmares. Sighing, the blond approached the little thing. From a distance it looked like the real deal, but he soon realized that before him was just a doll. Nonetheless, the crying and smell were horrendous. How in the world did they get that to be SO REAL?! Whoever did it sure got that down to a T. Merlin. He gagged loudly as he reached for his wand, his face turning a dark shade of red rather rapidly. Before even dealing with the fake baby, the first thing the sixteen-year-old boy did was cast a Bubble-Head Charm for himself. Holding his breath, he nonverbally casted the charm, moving his wand in a counter-clockwise motion around his nose and mouth. Frankie knew full well that he would have been destined to pass out otherwise. The bubble that successfully took form was a life-saver. Props to the bloke who invented the spell ages ago. With a fresh supply of oxygen, the sixth year glanced back at the doll-baby as he recalled all of the things that the note on the door had instructed him to do. Obviously there was the diaper – it made sense to take care of that first. Now, he wasn't quite sure what the universe had accepted as a proper diaper-changing technique. Though he had younger sisters, he sure didn't stick around whenever they left stink bombs in their pants. The blond thought that this was going to be a walk in the park nonetheless. How hard could it be, right? If his ma and pa and Grace, of all people, could do it, then this was going to be a piece of cauldron cake. Wrong. He was so wrong. As he was undressing the doll, the thing was crying even louder and flailing her arms and legs about. Immediately the boy regretting not silencing the damn thing, though he was sure doing so would have meant points being docked. So he struggled ... for several minutes ... the buttons of its onesie were undone ... both of her arms were free ... but the legs were proving to be a challenge. Was putting the onesie back on the thing going to be even more difficult? Bloody hell. "Finally!" he exclaimed once the baby was completely free of the onesie. A few beads of sweat were beginning to form on his forehead, but the prefect paid no attention to them. The hard part was just about to begin. He slowly reached toward the baby, which was making Moaning Myrtle look normal with all the crying it was doing, and began. There went the first strap, and Frankie was beyond grateful for that Bubble-Head Charm once the second was undone and the mess was revealed. What in Merlin's beard where they feeding her?! Oh ... right. It was a doll. Careful not to get his hands dirty, Frankie moved the dirty diaper away from the kicking doll and looked around the room. What was he supposed to do now? Why wasn't there a garbage can in here? He panicked for a few moments before hitting himself on the head. Vanish the stinkin' thing, Paton! Duh! Wand at the ready, he moved his wand in a complex motion and said "Evanesco." Having just gotten rid of the source of the smell, the teen removed the Bubble-Head Charm and returned his attention to the doll. It was still crying for some reason. He tried calming the baby by shushing it and whispering to it over and over as he fought against kicking legs while he put on a clean diaper and got the thing back in its onesie. "Why ... won't ... you ... just ... shut ... the ... hell ... up?" he muttered under his breath, blatantly failing at getting the baby to be quiet. The dirty diaper was no more. What more could she want? What was this baby's deal? A lightbulb went off when he briefly put himself in the baby's shoes. If its diaper was clean, then there was really only one other reason why she would still be crying: she wanted food. A hand quickly went to his left pocket, and he felt around for something for the doll to nibble on. The only thing that he had to offer was a chocolate frog ... and there was a feeling in his gut that babies didn't get those. So he began his search around the room for anything baby-appropriate to eat. To his left was a tiny crib, and to his right was a radio. The blond continued his search, shushing the doll as he searched high and low for baby food or something the screeching thing could eat. Diapers were a no ... baby toys were definitely a no ... alas, a bottle with milk in it! Frankie quickly snatched the bottle and ran over to the doll. She seemed to have recognized the bottle in his hands and stopped crying for a moment to make grabby hands at him. He was about to place the silicone part in the doll's mouth, but stopped himself. Didn't babies like warm milk? It said he was supposed to warm the milk first, right? Now that he thought about it, the prefect couldn't recall drinking cold milk as an infant, and he was quite certain his mum never gave Hattie and Cora cold milk to drink. Being quick with his hands, for the doll-baby looked like it was on the verge of starting up another fit, he gave his wand a little wave and muttered the incantation for the Hot-Air Charm. Hot air steadily emitted from the tip of his wand. He could feel the bottle getting warmer. Just as the doll let out a loud cry, he carefully placed the end of the bottle in her mouth. Are you happy now? Hmm? She seemed happy guzzling the milk away, which made Frankie sigh with relief. The nightmare was almost over. Soon he could return to his baby-less life, which was fun and low on the responsibility scale in comparison to all of this nonsense. His blue eyes flickered over to the crib and then back at the doll. It needed to go in there next, but he wasn't so sure that the crib was even big enough for the drama queen baby. He rose up to his feet and strode over to the crib for closer examination. It certainly wasn't big enough for that little monster. "Engorgio," he murmured, flicking his wand at the tiny crib. An icy blue light emanated from the tip of his wand, making the crib grow in size immensely. Frankie ended the spell when he deemed the crib big enough and looked back down at the doll, which had knocked the bottle away and started crying once more. Deciding that there was no way he was going to go across the room again to fetch the thing, he remained were he stood. Pointing his wand at the baby, he moved his wand in a sideways motion and uttered, "Wingardium Leviosa." Shortly thereafter, the doll began to hover in the hair, the bottle and blanket trailing behind it. The blond carefully navigated everything over toward the crib, steadily placing them down – the baby and blanket in the crib and the bottle on a nearby stand. Its cries were more painful and annoying than ever. He couldn't take it much longer, so he quickly made a mad dash for the radio and tinkered with the dials. Celestina Warbeck's voice loudly filled the room, which the baby did not seem to like at all. Another turn revealed The Dead Kneazles, which made the baby cry even harder. The third turn of the dial, however, was the charm: peaceful classical music. If that did not get the thing to fall asleep, then he didn't know what would. The music seemed to be working as the cries got quieter when he approached the crib. The teenaged boy reached for the bottle and put the end back in the doll's mouth. Gently, he then tucked the blanket closer to the baby and watched as its eyes slowly began to close. Come on ... fall asleep already ... please ... come on, he thought as its eyes opened less and less with each blink. After a few minutes, the eyes of the doll-baby remained shut. PRAISE MERLIN! "Night, flobberworm," Frankie whispered, silently creeping toward the door and his freedom. __________________