"I am there", Fee said as she caught up with Taylor.
"Suppose you are used to charmed stair cases?"

"Yeah, we have one at home." she replies to Fee, as she makes her way up more stairs, she adjusts her LV on her arm and smiles at Fee, even so slightly coldly.

"Cool,maybe we should get one,too", Fee laughed.
Wow, that smile was cold.Tay really seemed to be in a bad mood.
"Anything to cheer you up?"

"Hmm... my Dad only did it so we couldn't get up to his rooms." she looked at Fee and smiled.

Jacob stumbled over his oversized robes, and he was still glowing. It probably looked very silly, but when didn't he look very silly.

Never. That's when.

The trip down to the moving stairs on the third floor was almost as hard as walking while fat. And he would know, he had walked all the way from the dungeons to the seventh floor towers. That was a hard climb.

As the reached the edge of the stairs, Jacob uncorked the potion along with Patroclus, and chugged it down. The effects were instantaneous. He bubbled and grew to the size of at least 4 Jacobs.

He heard his friend say ready, but his legs were shocked by the amount of weight that had suddenly been added to be lifted.

with a loud "WOOOOPS"

Jacob couldn't sustain his own weight, and tripped down the stairs before he could reply with a 'ready'.

"That was a fantastic plan", Fee laughed,"but i guess it didnt work out."
She totally could imagine Taylor as a super rebellious as a kid.

Fat!Glowing!Patroclus could help by laugh hysterically, as Fat!Glowing!Jacob fell down the staircase.

Oh it was on!

The fat boy cried out in glee, "Yea Ha!" before throwning himself after his friend.

Together they were a fat!avalanche. Patroclus was in hysterics, the smile that was on his face was plastered there, and it wasn't because the centrifigal force that was occuring on his whale blubber cheeks.

Rolling and Rolling, the world was a coloured blurr, the cyclical motion never stopping. Floor, ceilling, floor ceiling, over and over!

"Thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis is craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazy!" Fat!Glowing!Patroclus called as he rushed after his pal.

Alright who's brilliant idea was this? This was the dumbest thing he has ever done. He was so going to kill Cela if he ever sees her again! If Jacob even lives through this.

" YEOUCH!!! OUCH!! Ouch! ouch!" he called out every step he hit led to what was probably going to be another bruise in the long run. Another Trip to the Hospital Wing might have to be arranged

This was the worst idea he ever had.

Trick Step! " Ooow!" he called as he was pretty much launched, and hit the marble stairs. How could this be fun! It was insanity. Then again it takes insanity to think up a plan this insane. Which just goes to show... Jacob Needs To Be Put In The Crazy House!!!!

And here comes zooooooming down the banister-- the flying Grayson...

"YEAH GRAYSON GOOOOOOO!!!" Salander yelled clapping and cackling at his Ravenclaw friend....

... until she seemed to be taking the whole Fly like an Eagle a little too literally.

Grayson soared over Salander's head as he turns, then quickly realized that she was gonna hit the wall....

She's gonna hit the wall!!!

In a split second decision he grabbed his wand from his back pocket and cast a spell to levitate her......

"Wingardium Leviosa!!"

... of course that was the wrong spell. This is Salander after all.

The spell hit a very large moving portrait, sending its inhabitants screaming for safety. The now empty canvas lifted out of the wall and flew forward...

.... smack into the flying Grayson.

The impact sent the portrait's frame grinding onto the floor, with Grayson partly punctured through it. As it ground to a halt it stood as if trying to decide which way it would fall, then sloooowly leaned towards the wall from which it came.

Well at least it was a soft landing. Sorta.

The joy of rolling down stairs was losing its appeal fast.

Patroclus could hear his buddy wincing as he flew down the stairs, perhaps they should have considered Cushioning Charms, maybe next time......he doubted there would be a next time.

It was the effects of the Scintilalltion Potion, that were causing Patrocus to remain upbeat.

In his head the music of some crazy Circus kept going around and around.



Do do Do dololo


"Make it stop!" He called!

Ow... Oooow.... Oooooowwww! Why on earth was he doing this. It was the stupidest thing he's ever.

Why Did Patroclus Let Jacob Go Through With This?!?! Weren't friends supposed to talk friends out of doing stupid dangerous harmful things like this, not encourage them? Especially friends who were as insane as Jacob? Where was Patroclus' common sense when Jacob needed it?

Hearing the cry of mental insanity coming from Patroclus, Jacob realized that his own unstable mind was rubbing off on Patroclus. That sort of sucks, or it could be the glow-y potion.

As he rolled down, Jacob tried to catch glimpses of what was going on with Patroclus, but he wasn't paying attention to the stairs. He was getting very close to the rail.

CRACK!

Oooooooooooooooow

Jacobs forehead hit the rail, and he quickly steered himself more towards the middle.

That was most likely a concussion. Jacob tried to force back tears. The expression 'that's gonna hurt in the morning' doesn't apply here. It Hurts Now!

baha the intentions were good. :P *end glowy-ness*
 

At least the potion was still active, as Grayson knew if it hadn't've been, she'd be pretty much massively panicked right now. Since of course her attempt at hitting the railing with her Finite had failed miserably, with the speed she'd been moving at. Not to mention the fact now she was sailing through midair. Which was kinda like flying, and she really didn't like flying. Even more now, and Salander's cheering for her had still oddly made her keep giggling. Even as she tried to warn him to move. Only to soar over his head as he actually did, which made things even worse. The fact she was still glowing an awesome raspberry color was cool though. Through the fun glowy energy potion-ness in her, there was a tiny voice that wondered if maybe Torin hadn't had a point last term when he'd talked her down from doing this. But at least it was fun, and she started trying to figure out if she wanted to brace for impact or see if relaxing would help her avoid too massive an injury. Or twelve, as that wall was coming awfully fast.

But then she heard Salander again. Casting a spell, and she turned her glowy!raspberry head to look at him. Maybe there was still hope, although another odd giggle escaped her in her confusion over his choice of spell. Maybe it was the potion, but something didn't seem quite right with that. Although levitating might be better than the uncontrolled soaring toward the wall. And then she heard a whosh, and turned back to see a giant painting flying toward her. Interesting, she thought, studying the blank canvas for a second before it hit. Then breaking into another bout of giggles as she slammed into it and went halfway through. At least it seemed the giggles had relaxed her a bit, as that didn't hurt quite as bad as it could have. Ooh, and that wasn't a very good noise, as the frame started scraping against the floor. She was slowing down finally though, and a final giggle burst from her as the frame tilted to hit the wall.

Now to figure out how to get out of here. Twisting her head around, she glanced down, then tried bracing her feet against the wall and pushing. Reaching down to hopefully break her fall, but it only half worked as she fell in an ungainly yet small heap onto the floor in front of the painting. She was definitely gonna have a few bruises tomorrow, but at least she thought nothing was broken. Boosting herself back up, she grinned at Salander. "That was fun," she said animatedly, forgetting her near-panic as she headed over to him and bounced up to give him a peck on the cheek. "Thanks for trying to keep me from splatting against the wall." That weird anti-glowyness he had going on was fascinating. Totally contrasted with her awesome raspberry-ness, although something told her the potion might be wearing off soon. Then she turned back to the poor painting. "Maybe we should do something. Fix it, y'know?"

Pointing her wand at it, which had thankfully not gotten damaged in her earlier collapse to the floor since it had still been in her hand, she said "Reparo." And the hole sort of fixed itself, although she imagined if someone looked really close it would probably be evident that there had been damage. It was the best she could do, though. Now they just had to figure out how to get it back onto the wall, and as she tried remembering that, the glowy faded. Awwwwww, she pouted. Now she really had to get things back to normal.

Fat!Glowing!Patroclus thought one of two things had happened. Either the marble staircase had cracked under the fatboys wieght, or something really bad had happened to Jacob.

Trying to stop was hard to say the least, weighing a thousand kilo's....or something like that was rather hard, but he had to .

Grabbing the rails that lined the stairs with his chubbing fingers Patroclus pulled himself to a halt.

It had to be adrenalin, that was allowing the boy to move as gast as he was, for the boy moved with the speed of someone who didn't wieght the amount of small elephant. Adrenalin or the Scintillation Potion.

Jacob was in touble Patroclus knew that.

Downing the anitdote that resided in the un-breakable vival in his pocket, Patroclus felt the fat leave his body like the air rushing from a balloon. Jumping the stairs left between him and his fat buddy, Patroclus didn't care that the robes that were way to big for him where flashing his undies to anyone who was around.

"Jacob!" the boy called, tapping his cheeck, "Are you Ok!"

Patroclus was worried.

Jacob still summersaulting the last few step came a sit up stop at the bottom. Actually he wondered how awesome that had to look.

He turned to Patroclus who was normal again. Jacob smiled, and shook his head. "I'm fine. Just a really bad headache. " he laughed slightly. actually if it wasn't for the tubby potion He'd probably be in the 'nearly headless nick' category. Instead the fat took most of the blow. So really, the tubby potion sort of saved his life.

But Jacob got up, after rubbing his forehead for a bit. Jacob looked at Patroclus, and said " I'm hungry, let's grab lunch. " without even drinking the antidote. He waddled the rest of the stairs.

Man, rolling down stairs really made him hungry.

Patroclus was speechless, he was a hundred percent sure Jacob was crazy at that moment!

The boy had smacked his head into soldi marble and all he wanted was food? CRAZY!

Breaking into laughter, Patroclus smiled "Seriously I worry about you sometime!" as he watched his friend get up and stare waddling off, still fat as ever.
"You sure you don't want to take your antidote?" He asked as he followed after his mate, constantly pulling up his HUGE robes.

The fat+stairs game had not turned out to be as fun as he had of expect.

Jacob could see it on the boys face that just turned into ham He thought Jacob's insane. But he needed to eat, NOW! His large stomache was making the rumbleys.

Oh, another person to join the club of people who worry about his mental state. Lainey, Welton, Countless others.

"The what now?" an-ti-dote? Man the hit to the head, made him totally forget about the an-ti-dote that makes him skinny again. He took it out of his robes, with his sausage like fingers...

Sausage! FOOD! "After I eat" he said and kept waddleing of towards the great hall.

Pam walked down the corrider to the stairs to take her upstairs. She was headed for the seventh floor. She didn't wondered if she could make a new friend today.

Patroclus did not like the way Jacob was looking at him......there was hunger in his eyes, and to be honest it creeped the Lion out.

"To the Great Hall then!" the boy resigned, he was more than happy to escourt his mate to the Food Great Hall, if it meant he was eaten attacked.


It had been a semi-success, they had gotten fat, rolled down the stairs and not been caught. However it had not been as fun as they had planned.

Oh Well!

retro-cosmic glow for catch up RPing heh....
 

Salander stood snickering like a certain dastardly mutt as Grayson plus portrait skidded to a stop onto the far wall. As the Ravenclaw attempted to pluck herself off the canvass, it didn’t occur to him to reach out and help until the last second “Oh, need help getting down from ther--”

*RRRIIIIIIP—--FWUMP!!!*

... Well, apparently not.

He struggled to swallow the guffaw that threatened to burst out at the sight of Grayson in a heap on the floor. But the Ravenclaw gal seemed the hardy sprite, bouncing up like nothing happened. He drew near her, checking to make sure if she was ok at least "Oh yeah, most excellently fun!" he chuckled in agreement. The peck on the cheek took him off guard, and the lad started to blush “Aww shucks Grayson, it was nuthin’” the lad grinned sheepishly when she thanked him, relieved that his cosmic darkness was hiding the shade of crimson just lighter than his ear. But as his luck would have it, the potion decided to quit on him just then, his phantom glow conking out like a neon bulb. Oops.

He stared back at the damaged portrait dumbfounded. "Sure why not?" he replied confidently as he raised his wand, then stopped short to let Grayson do the fixing. Salander had absolutely no clue how to fix anything with magic. Or maybe even without magic that wouldnt involve a nail gun and duct tape. He looked closely at the repaired portrait "Good job!" he said approvingly, giving her the thumbs up. To him it was a good job, the hole aint there anymore aint it? Who cares if it kinda looks like theres a peculiarly faint spider web like flaw on the portrait?

Although... the portrait people might say something and start whining about it.

"Erm, you know what lets just put this back in and get outta here." he muttered, as he levitated the portrait, slamming it onto its neighbors a few times before finally being able to settle it back onto its original position. And amidst the cacophony of angry portrait subjects, Salander grabbed Grayson's hand and scrammed from the staircase.

bwahaha to finish the escape off.
 

Grayson hadn't even noticed the faitn snickering over the squealing of the frame on the floor as it went on it's way to rest against the wall. But then, between the potion, the exhilaration, panic and everything else, she was so occupied a bomb might have gone off without her noticing.She didn't even notice when Salander had started to offer help, even though the cacophony had stopped by then. Of course, she might not have taken it anyway, but that was neither here nor there. Either way, she was out of the painting. And still amusingly glowy.

She had noticed that Salander had been closer to her by the time she had bounced back up, though. Hadn't stopped her exuberant outburst, though. Just made it easier to execute. And she giggled a little as he agreed with her comment about it being fun. It had definitely been fun. Moments of terror, but still fun. His response to her gratitude mystified her a bit though. "No it wasn't," she argued, still oddly bouncy though. "If you hadn't been here, I'd be all broken. Probably." She still didn't know if she'd've figured out a way to not slam into the wall on her own. She probably wouldn't have come up with the painting idea though, if she did get a brainstorm. She kept sort of watching him for a moment, though. That anti-glowy thing he had going on really helped in confusing her as to why he seemed all uncomfortable now.

She'd turned back to the painting before the potion stopped working on him, however, so she missed the reveal. At least he seemed on board with trying to hide the evidence, even if she was the only one to cast the spell. She glanced back at him when he complimented her, though, sending him a quick grin. "Thank you." It kind of disappointed her that the fix wasn't perfect, but she was nowhere near perfect at spells. More practice would be needed for that, but she wasn't about to poke holes in more paintings for that. And that had been an awfully big hole. And her disappointment only spiked when she stopped being all glowy.

Until Salander had spoken again, and she shrugged. "Probably a good idea," she said with another tiny giggle. The fact it seemed nobody had seen them before now was odd, but she wasn't about to take that for granted. Getting away from the scene was the best idea. She let him get the painting back onto the wall, eyes widening as the people in the paintings all started complaining. Loudly. Escape would definitely be good. She hadn't expected to have her hand grabbed, though, and another giggle burst from her as she tried to keep up. Salander could move awfully fast, but then he had height on her. Helped right now, since they got away before she could really react. Now she just had to hope nobody tattled on them. Talking portraits could be bad that way.

Edmond froze in his step as he felt the stairs move again. What was this, the fifth time it did it? He was never going to get to his dorm. This was just great because all he wanted to do was to lay down and sleep. SLEEP the whole day or forever. He tightened his grip on the wrinkled piece of parchment that was inside his fisted hand. If he slept maybe everything would turn out to be a nightmare.

Sweet. Fee got lost. Again.She haaated these damn stairs.They never moved to where they should.
Tsk.
Sighing as it moved again she noticed another very familiar looking person.Now the only thing that could stop her were these stairs.
Please dont move.Just this one time.

Catching up to where the boy stood she smiled as she arrived.

"Hey you", she tipped on his shoulder smiling widely.

Fee had really missed him over the day.She just couldnt find him...

Edmond's sulky mood was then interrupted by someone tapping his shoulder. He figured it was someone trying to tell him to get out of their way, but when he turned around he saw that it was Feenella. "Hey," Edmond smiled for the first time that day. He quickly stuck the parchment into his pocket and smiled at his girlfriend. She was the best thing that's happened to him the entire day.

"What have you been up to?, she said smiling back, "I just couldnt find you anywhere today"

Fee was really glad she had finally found him.Maybe they could spend the rest of the day together.

She noticed him putting something into his pocket.Quickly. A little confused she raised an eyebrow for a second.But as she realized what she had done she hoped he hadnt seen it.

"Nothing, really," he said, trying to sound normal. "Oh I was...um I was just spending time with my owl," Edmond explained. Oh and re-reading the stupid letter over and over. Even his owl seemed to be in a bad mood as well.