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Daemon · 12-02-2018, 10:25 PM

What the group did not know, however, was that Sylvie Norcott had followed Zoryn allllll the way from the common room, disillusioning herself back in her dorm. Sylvie, still sporting faint marks that have yet to heal, from the powerful, ill-meaning dark jinx Ainsworth had tossed at her.

After the Incident™, Sylvie had asked absolutely nobody for permission as she snuck out of the school, and had only just recently returned. She had spent nights in her childhood bed, trying not to think of Hogwarts but being unable to think of anything else. And, since she was seventeen already and a fully fledged adult in the wizarding world, she paid Diagon Alley a visit before coming back to school.

Presents, you could say, from her to Professor Ainsworth.

Whispering to remove the muffliato effects from herself, she had followed everyone in and carefully stayed out of everyone's way, wrinkling her nose in absolute disgust at the smell. Only Beau was visible, of course, but she had a pretty good sense of where they all were, given the activities. When it looked like they were in the full swing of things, Sylvie finally moved.

The still mint haired girl pulled out a collection of jars from her pocket and enlarged them several times, not particularly caring now if they noticed her movements in her disillusioned state or not. Surprise? Surprise. Shouldn't really be a surprise. She just hadn't wanted to tell them she was going to join them, and now it was too late to stop her.

Her first stop at Diagon Alley was the apothecary. The jars contained some of the nastier things she could find, everything she could buy for about fifty galleons. Armadillo bile, horned slugs, horned toads, newts, nettles, rat spleens, some re'em blood, whatever glumbubmle fluid was, allllll of that and so much more (flobberworm mucus, budimun secretion, tube worms, scarab beetles and a nice sprinkling of sneezewort for fun) was spread along with the rotten eggs into his desk, onto important looking parchments, into the shelves, absolutely everywhere.

Oh, and one last thing. Twisting her wand, she walked right up to the plaque with his name and title and smashed it to smithereens with a well cast bombarda. Professor of nothing. Head of nothing. It'll take more than a few charms to clean up this mess. Enjoy, Rafferty Ainsworth.

"Théo, your drawings are beautiful. Well done," she grinned at him, her smile not quite reaching her eyes, and disillusioned herself once more as she followed Zoryn out.

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Daemon Antipodean Opaleye Join Date: Feb 2008 Location: making playlists Posts: 9,746 Hogwarts RPG Name: Maggie Woods Gryffindor Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Levi Jourdan Slytherin Sixth Year x4 x2	Sylvie in, Sylvie out PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main(): What the group did not know, however, was that Sylvie Norcott had followed Zoryn allllll the way from the common room, disillusioning herself back in her dorm. Sylvie, still sporting faint marks that have yet to heal, from the powerful, ill-meaning dark jinx Ainsworth had tossed at her. After the Incident™, Sylvie had asked absolutely nobody for permission as she snuck out of the school, and had only just recently returned. She had spent nights in her childhood bed, trying not to think of Hogwarts but being unable to think of anything else. And, since she was seventeen already and a fully fledged adult in the wizarding world, she paid Diagon Alley a visit before coming back to school. Presents, you could say, from her to Professor Ainsworth. Whispering to remove the muffliato effects from herself, she had followed everyone in and carefully stayed out of everyone's way, wrinkling her nose in absolute disgust at the smell. Only Beau was visible, of course, but she had a pretty good sense of where they all were, given the activities. When it looked like they were in the full swing of things, Sylvie finally moved. The still mint haired girl pulled out a collection of jars from her pocket and enlarged them several times, not particularly caring now if they noticed her movements in her disillusioned state or not. Surprise? Surprise. Shouldn't really be a surprise. She just hadn't wanted to tell them she was going to join them, and now it was too late to stop her. Her first stop at Diagon Alley was the apothecary. The jars contained some of the nastier things she could find, everything she could buy for about fifty galleons. Armadillo bile, horned slugs, horned toads, newts, nettles, rat spleens, some re'em blood, whatever glumbubmle fluid was, allllll of that and so much more (flobberworm mucus, budimun secretion, tube worms, scarab beetles and a nice sprinkling of sneezewort for fun) was spread along with the rotten eggs into his desk, onto important looking parchments, into the shelves, absolutely everywhere. Oh, and one last thing. Twisting her wand, she walked right up to the plaque with his name and title and smashed it to smithereens with a well cast bombarda. Professor of nothing. Head of nothing. It'll take more than a few charms to clean up this mess. Enjoy, Rafferty Ainsworth. "Théo, your drawings are beautiful. Well done," she grinned at him, her smile not quite reaching her eyes, and disillusioned herself once more as she followed Zoryn out. __________________ yeah I like tеlling stories________________________ but I don't have to write them in ink_____ _____________I could still change the end