 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Needless to say, Frankie did not expect turning the sofa into a sheep would turn to this. It was only meant to startle Genny a bit and get her out of the doldrums, not turn into ... chaos. Since the sheep decided to run off, all the prefect could do was stand there and watch everything go down.
Genny was shouting and trying to situate herself on the sheep, which really wasn't calming the animal down in the slightest as it continued trotting around. Torrance showed up, stepping in sheep poo, and was asking if they all were getting turns riding the sheep. Tenacius was going nuts, pretending he was at a rodeo (which he sort of was really), and then joined ranks with Torrance in wanting a turn as well.
"Uhh..."
What was he supposed to say to them about this whole sheep rodeo thing? Did they not see that it was causing mayhem, bumping into chairs and tables, knocking things onto the floor, and stinking up the place? Not to mention Flamsteed was probably going to flip if he happened to walk into the common room in its current state.
But how could he deny them such joy? It wasn't every day you got to ride around Gryffindor Tower on a sheep.
"Fine. You each can get a quick turn riding the sheep. BUT--" Oh, yes, there was a catch. "-- you'll be cleaning the place up when it's all said and done." He paused, mulling through his mind for anything else that needed to be said. "And not a word about this to Flamsteed." Or, in other words, Frankie was not responsible for anything that was going on here. Even though he was, ahem. "Deal?"
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