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Vindictus burst in and was obviously having a conversation with someone who didn't follow him inside. "I told you that no one looked in here," he said loudly and was completely unaware that the Prefect's Bathroom was occupied. "I . . . erm, uh, hello everyone." He glanced around and noticed something was odd. "What did y'all do to Paris?"
Rachel took in a breath and opened her mouth to reply to Kaika when someone else joined their little gathering. The fifth year's eyes widened as she recognized the voice that belonged to the person who had just entered the Prefect's Bathroom.
Professor Vindictus?! Ok, now this was getting really weird!
"Hello Professor... And erm, I've been trying to figure out what's wrong with her for a few moments now, but nothing really seems to be wrong except for the fact that she's, erm, fainting?" Rachel replied, evidently a little nonplussed by the situation the Slytherin girl was in.
Unless or course the towel was doing something... But that can't be! Why on earth would a towel wish to strangle it's owner!? Quote:
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demented_death_eater "Then why do her eyes look like they're about to pop out of the sockets?" Vindictus inquired and looked at the other faces. Ah, Willow, Rachel, Vanessa, and Dominic. Interesting. "And I might add that this is an odd place to be doing Transfiguration homework. Did you try to transfigure her towel or something?"
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Tomasina Riddle She shook her head. She wasn't alright at all. The towel was cutting off her oxygen and she couldn't breath. And they were just standing there looking at her like she was crazy! No one was going to help her!
"I," pant. "Breathe." pant. She clawed at the towel trying to loosen it. Her head was swimming and the room was looking wobbly to her. "Towel," she panted her face going red. They were just standing there, watching her get the life squeezed out of her little body.
She did not glare at Willow because she was the competition. She could care less who was up there in the sky when she was playing. She just hated the very air Willow breathed. "Help," she told them.
That's a very good question, Professor V. Rachel thought dryly as she continued to hover around Paris, clearly a little agitated. She held onto her wand and leaned in closer as the Slytherin Girl began saying something, maybe not to her, but she was speaking so that was good.
Seriously? We didn't know that! The sarcastic comment came unbidden to her mind as she listened to Paris' incoherent sentences.
"You can't breathe? The towel?" Rachel repeated, slightly shocked that she had guessed correctly, even if it had been a little sarcastically, about the towel.
Well, by Merlin's beard, what are we supposed to do?! The towel is clearly enchanted, and as far as she was concerned, she wasn't about to start casting advanced spells at Paris that could easily bounce back and hurt others or just not come out properly and make matters worse! Oh no, she was definitely going to stay a safe distance away from this. Backing off slightly, she tried to do it as inconspicuously as she could and slowly lowered her wand so that it wouldn't cause any harm.
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demented_death_eater I knew someone would ask me, but not this directly! "He, um, well, uh, how do I say it?" He paused for two full minutes while figuring out how to exactly say it without saying it. But then Vindictus was saved by Paris. "Towel? What's wrong with your towel? Ladies, please help her!" 'Cause I'm not performing CPR!
Pffft, yeah right! Not me, it might try to strangle me too! Rachel was torn between her own instincts that screamed at her to stay away from Paris and Vindictus' word and her conscience which both told her to at least attempt to help.
Gah! Stupid Prefect duties, annoying conscience! A little miffed by the circumstances, she carefully re-approached the Slytherin Captain, walking reeeeeaaaaallly slowly so that someone else might have the guts to come in and do Vindictus' bidding apart from her.
This is the Prefect's Bathroom after all... Quote:
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Lockhartian Her eyes scanned the bathroom for...yes! The robes! There were Slytherin robes not too far away, which is why Kaika ran towards the robes and...gave them to Paris? "Here, you can...place them on top of the towel..while...well..." while she gets a chance to change properly, or the chance to remove the towel, or something...
Ahhh yes! Rachel couldn't help a small triumphant grin as she saw Kaika come and do something to help Paris.
That means I'm off the hook! Relieved, she felt content with just standing there and watching the two girls struggle with the towel even though a little voice in the back of her mind told her that what she was doing was very wrong, and that she should try and help more.
Stupid Jiminy Cricket! Quote:
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Tomasina Riddle She tried to pull at the towel, but her fingers were numb. "Won't come," tug, pant, breathe. "off," she explained best she could.
Couldn't they see the towel was trying to strangle her? Her arms and face were starting to turn pull and she couldn't feel anything in her arms and hands. Her eyes were watering and it was becoming hard to blink, and the weight of her Slytherin robes on her almost drove her fast first into the floor.
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Lockhartian Need to mention that Kaika was not-so-good at casting some spells? Better not! "Relashio!" she said, and pointed her wand at Paris' towel, well, the only towel around. And...now, they waited to see if the spell worked.
EEEP! It's not working - Paris is dying! Rachel's eyes went wide as Paris looked like she was on the very verge of fainting into oblivion.
Nooo! Someone has to do something! Racking her brain for a solution, she looked up helplessly and listened to Vindictus' suggestions, and saw to her relief that Kaika had taken the advice and was now doing something.
Oh good - now we just have to wait and see... If Paris faints, it hadn't worked - if she takes a big gulp of air then faints - we're good. Rachel fiddled nervously with the hem of her blue tie as she waited with baited breath for the results of the spell to take affect. Looking around at all the occupants of the room, she couldn't help but feel a little sorry for Dominic. He was practically being blamed for all that was wrong with Paris, and Rachel thought that it was hardly fair.
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PhoenixRising "I... Professor," he started weakly, the words barely audible through his suddenly dry throat. Swallowing to gain some moisture, he cleared his throat twice and then looked at Paris who seemed to be in need of serious help. "Um, well, please forgive me for intruding upon your bathtime." There... Close enough to an apology anyway.
"Now, Professor Vindictus, do explain to me why we're looking for the Headmaster in a cupboard?" Dom asked, turning back towards the Quidditch professor.
In the cupboards? Why would the Headmaster be in the cupboards? Rachel blinked twice as she stared at the only two males in the room, wondering what on earth Vindictus could be talking about.
"Professor, don't you think that if the Headmaster was present that he would have come out by now and... Er, lent a hand?" she asked, really confused now.
I mean, yeah sure Headmaster Bontecou is a little weird - and maybe has a tendancy to get lost - but really, the cupboards in the Prefect's Bathroom?! A little skeptical, she eyed Professor Vindictus with slightly narrowed eyes, Paris forgotten for the moment as she tried to work out why exactly they were searching for the Headmaster.
What had he said when he had first stepped into the Bathroom? 'I told you that no one looked in here'... Hmmm, odd. Very odd.