Oliver decided it was time to go and visit his friends. He hadn't seen them since the feast and he was missing them. Well actually no he wasn't. He just wanted to try out his new water pistols that the very pretty Professor Cerulean had given him as a gift.

He decided to head down to see Waylan first and then William on the way back to the castle. He had thought about filling the pistols with butterbeer so that it would be nice and sticky but he decided to just stick with water. Just in case his friend's managed to get hold of one of his pitols. He had four on him after all.

By the time he neared Waylan's hut, Oliver was panting slightly. It had been a while since he had done this much physical activity and he had forgotten how far the groundskeeper's hut was. And there was Waylan, sitting on his butt as usual. Oliver approached quietly and when he was about six feet away he began squirting water in the air above his friend's head.

No doubt Waylan would think it had started to rain.

Not only was reorganizing the garden hard work, it was boring work as well. Well, normally, if he wasn't in his lazy mood, he would have actually been inside the garden, doing everything by hand. But just watching the vegetables levitate into a basket, it was the same thing. Over, and over, and over again.

It would have been more amusing if he got the kids to do it for him. At least he could count on them to do something different.

Heaving a sigh, Waylon leaned forward and rested his chin on the picket fence. He continued to tend to his garden, but the flicks of his wand seemed to become even more lazy. Until he felt the few drops of water land on his head. Forgetting about the garden, he glanced up at the sky and..that was not rain! The water was only hitting him!

Oliver.

"What are you doing?" Turning around in his seat, he eyed his friend for a moment before taking notice of the water pistol in his hand. "And where'd you get that?"

Bwhaha!

Waylan actually looked up at the sky. It NEVER got tiring messing with his friends. Even after all these years, he still found it highly amusing. "I thought I'd help you with your garden." He squirted some water. "See, I'm watering the garden." The water was going nowhere near the garden and was just making Waylan wetter.

Oliver grinned at his friend before hiding the pistol behind his back. "It was a gift." From a very pretty lady but he didn't see the point in mentioning that. "I have more. If you be nice to me I might let you play with one." They could go and sneak up on William. Or maybe one of the other Professor's. Or maybe the students.

Now that would be fun.

He was helping with the garden. Riiiiight. That was why all the water was hitting him and not any of the vegetables. Waylon rolled his eyes while raising his arm to block his face from the water. "You're not going to start that 'Waylon is a turnip' thing again, are you?" Because that joke was almost twenty years old and he was tired of hearing it.

Plus the fact was, he is not a turnip!

He was just about to turn back to finish the reorganizing thing that he was doing when Oliver mentioned the pistols being a gift. And how he had more. Someone obviously didn't know what a bad idea was. But, a GOOD idea had struck him and deciding that he had done enough gardening for the day, he stood from the bench and put his wand away. "I have something better than a water pistol." Pfft, who needed a little water pistol when they had a water balloon slingshot!?

"Of course not." Turnips went out years ago. "I was thinking more along the lines of 'Waylon is a gurdyroot." Hehe. Yeah that never got tiring either.

His friend definitely looked like a gurdyroot!

Oliver watched as Waylan put his wand away. Well that wasn't any fun. He had been sure that his friend would want to play. And then he said he had something better than a water pistol. Pfft. "Okay Murdoch, go and get your toy."

There was no way that it was going to be better than his water pistols.

A.. gurdyroot?

Waylon would have preferred to be called a turnip! At least turnips didn't smell as bad. And Oliver better not think for even one second that he didn't resemble some sort of vegetable. Waylon was not going to mention any of the four he could think of straight away, though. He didn't want to insult the vegetables. Bwaha!

Go get his toy? TOY!?

His water balloon slingshot was not a toy. It was a weapon of wet destruction and Oliver was going to be the first person to realize that. Waving his hand dismissively, pfft toy, Waylon marched into his hut, emerging a moment later with his slingshot tucked into his back pocket and a tub of water balloons levitating beside him.

"Should get some camouflage. Blend in with the trees and all." Blending in with the trees. The Groundskeeper's life-long dream.

Merlin!

Waylan was getting all grumpy. It wasn't Oliver's fault that he looked like a gurdyroot. Bwhaha! He watched his friend huff and puff his way back into his hut and he couldn't help but chuckle.

Hufflepuffs! They were so tetchy.

When the man finally returned, Oliver let out a snort. Water balloons? His water pistols were so much better than water balloons. And he was just about to say so when Waylan spoke and he raised his eyebrows.

"Er...dude. We're not at war or anything you know. It's just a bit of fun." Oliver was not painting his face with green muck and hiding in trees. He preferred an upfront assault. Hehe.

"I wouldn't call it shallow...more so that I don't have to explain myself at all." she said with a smile. She knew that Elliot was just merely being her sarcastic self so she did not take anything personally. Not that she would anyways. I have two brothers and one sister. My brother Marcos is the eldest and I am the second eldest." She was a lot like her siblings all being brough up a certain way. Of course there were things that they did not always see eye to eye with Hannah about, but that is to be expected. "How about you?" She wondered.


What could Hannah say about Elliot? Hmmm she really didn't know the girl all that well. She was sure of one thing though and that was that Elliot was of noble blood. It was just something the noble families knew about other noble families...you could just tell. "I think you are a stubborn, selfish, uptight, stuck-up, and an evil person." She almost gave herself away on the evil part. She had to bite her lip in order to not smile. She considered herself a lot like Elliot in the sense that she to did not care what anybody though of her so she was sure that Elliot would get a kick out of her response.

Waylon heard that snort, and he was not pleased.

Actually, yes he was. Oliver thought it was funny that he had water balloons, but one balloon probably held more water in it than his water pistols. That's right, Oliver was going to be the one walking away from this..whatever they were doing, Waylon just assumed they were going to be wetting eachother..the most wet!

Letting the tub of balloons drop carefully down to the ground in front of his feet, Waylon pulled out the slingshot from his back pocket and began tugging on the elastic band. It had been too long since he used the thing. Although, his friend's words had him pointing the slingshot in his direction. If only he would have loaded it beforehand.

"You're no fun."

And then Waylon took out his secret weapon and Oliver's mouth dropped open slightly.

1. He actually still had that thing

and..

2. That was so not fair.

Oliver looked down at his water pistol and found himself feeling slightly inadequate. Well that was easily fixed as he took his wand out and pointed it at his water pistol and enlarging it so that it was much bigger.

"Oh I'm lots of fun." he said with a grin and giving his new pistol a few pumps and then let fly with a stream of water. "Well don't just stand there Waylon. I presume you brought those water balloons out for a reason." Hehe.

Elliot merely chuckled nastily and grinned.
"No, I suppose you don't have to explain yourself. Good attitude to have, really..."she responded approvingly.

So Hannah wasnt the oldest. And she had a male older brother...pity. Elliot still had a chance to be the Morganzo heir. Hannah, however, did not...sad thing.
"I'm the eldest Morganzo child. Two younger sisters, Dani and Sam," she replied with pride. She wondered if Hannah would notice that she and both her siblings had boy names.

Elliot threw her head back in laughter at her description.
"You described me perfectly!" She was being serious..."I do want to be a world ruler when I grow up..." Again, serious.

Ohh, he understood now! Oliver didn't think he had anything except for the balloons, did he?

A smug grin making its way onto his face, Waylon continued to pull at the slingshot's elastic until..he saw his friend pull out his wand. And enlarging his water pistol was totally cheating! He didn't know why exactly, maybe because he didn't think to enlarge his slingshot, or his water balloons, but he was sure everyone would agree with him that that was cheating.

He eyed the pistol up for a moment before pretending that it wasn't a big deal with a shrug of his shoulders. Of course, it was a big deal, he was cheating!, but Waylon was just going to show Oliver that bigger is not always better, hehe. Bending down, he picked out two red balloons, immediately loading one into his slingshot.

"I was going to practice first, but.." Pulling back on the elastic, Waylon let go, and a quiet snapping sound later, he watched as the balloon flew right in Oliver's direction. Hmm, he didn't need practice after all!

"The only attitude to have in my opinion. People waste so much time caring. It's quite disgusting." Not that Hannah didn't care about others...she did care about a few people in her life. She just wasn't the type to go around and chase people to help them with their problems.

"All girls huh. How is that? I couldn't imagine living with all girls. The boys seem to balance us out." What she really meant to say was that she really wasn't good with girls especially those bubbly ones who were just too happy. She naturally got along better with guys. Not that her sisters were those bubbly goody goodies, but still. Most girls got on her nerves.

She was glad that she made Elliot laugh and she sensed that Elliot was being serious when she said that Hannah described her perfectly. "World ruler...don't we all?" Hannah thought about being a world ruler with a glazed look on her face. She again sensed that Elliot was being serious, and that wouldn't be a bad thing either.

Elliot nodded, thinking about her family. Her father certainly had this ideal. he barely care about his family, and Elliot still thought he was the most amazing person ever. Her mom, however, was one of those loving motherly types...and Elliot couldnt stand her!

"Oh no...its fine. None of us are...typical girls. I'm the eldest, and I lead the pack. I'm not the catty kind...though I'm a bit mean..." Elliot then thought about Dani. "Dani is...a...well, she's opposite of me. I usually don't get along with her, but she's grown quite wise for an 8 year old...and Sam is, as my mom says, a little diva. She's that snobby girl type...but she's funny. The way she manipulates to get her way...impressive," and Sam idolized Elliot l. So of course Elliot liked that! "So yeah, all strong personalities...but we get by."

Elliot then shot her a critical look. "Well, there can be only one world ruler..." And it would br ELLIOT.

William was actually heading up to the castle to look for one of his best friends, having missed messing around with them and feeling the urge to prank someone, when he hit the motherload right within Waylon's vegetable patch.

Awwwww yeah. Water balloon fight! Shame he didn't have a water gun like Oliver did though.... hmm, now how best could he join in on the action? Willy stood there for a moment at the edge of the fence, just out of both men's line of sight, and rocked on his heels with his hands in his jacket pocket. What to do what to do. Where to START?

Then it hit him. The Nerf guns from Gemma! BRILLIANT! The two doofuses could throw water balloons at each other in the brisk weather and Willy could stand back from a distance and shoot them both with his Nerf guns! HEH!

William quickly swished his wand back toward his hut and summoned the gift bag of dart guns to his side. He yanked out the biggest one of the lot and aimed it at Oliver's forehead first, watching with glee as the sticky little dart flew straight toward its target. Then he turned the gun on Waylon and aimed for his neck. Hehehee.

His presence thusly announced, William hopped over the fence like a sprightly boy and levitated his bag of toys behind him. "Sup bros. Looks like you forgot to invite the life of the party!"

HA! Waylon needed to practice first. That's why having a water pistol was so much better than a slingshot. No need for practice. Oliver started to laugh as his friend placed a water balloon in the slingshot and he had just opened his mouth to give him a little smack talk when out of nowhere he was hit in the face with...something.

"What the...?" He stumbled backward slightly and because he was trying to see where that had come from, he had taken his eyes off Waylon and his stupid balloon. He felt it slap the front of him a second later and the cold water begin to seep into his pants.

Lovely. Now it looked as though he had peed himself.

And of course he should have known. "William." he muttered and adding a few colourful expressions under his breath. Oliver turned his water pistol on his other best friend and began firing water at him. "Welcome to the party, pal."

Bwhaha! He had always wanted to say that.

Well.. that was unexpected.

Waylon blinked a few times as the little Nerf dart came out of nowhere and hit Oliver right in the face. He probably would have doubled over laughing if it wasn't for the fact that, not even a second later, another Nerf dart came only to hit him in the neck. "What the.. ?" he mimicked Oliver's words, placing his hand over the spot that was hit and glancing around to find the person RESPONSIBLE. Unfortunately, because he was too busy looking around, he missed the water balloon hit the Ancient Runes Professor and make it look like he had himself an accident.

He would have doubled over laughing at that, too.

It wasn't a surprise when William appeared, showing off himself and his.. guns. Waylon lowered his hand from off his neck and loaded his slingshot back up with the other red balloon and aimed at William, hoping that he understood that he didn't feel like bending down to pick up a green balloon specially for him. It wasn't like the water was the same color of the balloon! Which.. now he thought of doing. Pfft.

"We didn't forget to invite you." Bwaha! Letting go of the slingshot's elastic, Waylon watched as the balloon headed straight for Willy. It's what he gets for being late.

SPOILER!!: the OW part of WOW

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HA! Waylon needed to practice first. That's why having a water pistol was so much better than a slingshot. No need for practice. Oliver started to laugh as his friend placed a water balloon in the slingshot and he had just opened his mouth to give him a little smack talk when out of nowhere he was hit in the face with...something.

"What the...?" He stumbled backward slightly and because he was trying to see where that had come from, he had taken his eyes off Waylon and his stupid balloon. He felt it slap the front of him a second later and the cold water begin to seep into his pants.

Lovely. Now it looked as though he had peed himself.

And of course he should have known. "William." he muttered and adding a few colourful expressions under his breath. Oliver turned his water pistol on his other best friend and began firing water at him. "Welcome to the party, pal."

Bwhaha! He had always wanted to say that.

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Well.. that was unexpected.

Waylon blinked a few times as the little Nerf dart came out of nowhere and hit Oliver right in the face. He probably would have doubled over laughing if it wasn't for the fact that, not even a second later, another Nerf dart came only to hit him in the neck. "What the.. ?" he mimicked Oliver's words, placing his hand over the spot that was hit and glancing around to find the person RESPONSIBLE. Unfortunately, because he was too busy looking around, he missed the water balloon hit the Ancient Runes Professor and make it look like he had himself an accident.

He would have doubled over laughing at that, too.

It wasn't a surprise when William appeared, showing off himself and his.. guns. Waylon lowered his hand from off his neck and loaded his slingshot back up with the other red balloon and aimed at William, hoping that he understood that he didn't feel like bending down to pick up a green balloon specially for him. It wasn't like the water was the same color of the balloon! Which.. now he thought of doing. Pfft.

"We didn't forget to invite you." Bwaha! Letting go of the slingshot's elastic, Waylon watched as the balloon headed straight for Willy. It's what he gets for being late.

"Haha, thanks," William guffawed at Oliver, particularly when he looked like he had wet himself. "Might wanna go change your pants, mate," he called out gleefully. What was this, revenge for the pumpkin juice? OH YES. Willy aimed his Nerf gun at his friend and shot off about five more little darts, aiming for the nice large wet spot.

They would stick wonderfully there.

"Okay, YOU forgot to invite me. I know how badly you need a remembrall you can't lose, Waylon." Willy grinned and lowered his gun for a second, which was just enough time for large, red balloon to pop all over his chest. "Oooooh," he inhaled sharply as the cold water seeped through to him. "THAT'S IT! This is war!"

The creature teacher dropped to one knee, quickly rooting around in his bag and switching his large gun for two smaller ones, one in each hand. And bada bing, bada boom, William was shooting off tons of darts at Waylon, then turning one gun on each of his friends and continuing to fire as he made his way, cowboy-like, toward the bucket of water balloons.

He needed an alternate source of ammo!

"You...a bit mean? I never would have guessed!" She said with a crooked smile. Elliot was definitely rubbing off on her. "That's good about your sisters. Thankfully my sister Aubrie is not catty either she sounds a lot like how you describe Sam." She wondered what it would be like if their families ever met. Maybe that would be something she would bring up at a later date...see if their friendship is true first. Hannah wasn't the trusting type, but she would give Elliot the benefit of the doubt atleast. "Do you ever wish that you had a brother?" Hannah was so fond of her brothers especially Marcos.


Only one world ruler, but of course. now that Elliot had put that though into her mind she had to admit it did sound...lovely. "Yes, yes only one." That didn't mean that the one would be Elliot. She would leave that alone for now though.

Pfft...what was the point in changing his pants when Waylon had all those water balloons in his bucket. By the time they were finished here, his pants weren't going to be the only thing that was wet.

Oliver groaned and rolled his eyes as Willy's darts hit him. He was so going to pay for that! He quickly removed the darts and while his two friends were busy arguing with each other on who forgot to who to the party, he pulled out another of his water pistols. Yeah he had brought all four of them.

Enlarging that one as well, Oliver looked up at the sound of William's voice and rolled his eyes again. What was with all this war talk? His friends had issues.

As William fired his darts at him, Olly did his best to duck out of the way but got hit by afew of them. He raised his pitols and pulled the trigger, firing water at both his friends. And where did William think he was going?

"OI!" Oliver could see what he was doing now. "Waylon, protect your ammo." Otherwise that slingshot was going to be useless.

He knew he should have put something other than water in the pistols.

Elliot held her head up proudly. She prided herself on being...well, mean. She thought that being blunt or mean was a sign of strength...another quality instilled in her her father.

"Yeah, Sam is pretty cute sometimes. And I hardly EVER think that anything is cute..." And this was very true. Elliot wasnt...a girly girl. At all. "How old is Aubrie again?" She asked as she scratched her eyebrow. she couldn't remember if the girl had told her or not and it utterly ANNOYED her when she forgot things!!

At Hannah's next question, Elliot's blue eyes widened. She shook her head almost violently.
"No, no, no, no! Not ever!" She cried, looking horrified..."you must knoe what it means to have a brother...?" She whispered, shooting her a look of pity. Fake pity...Elliot was not one for compassion...

Well, now Waylon was slightly jealous.

All he had was a slingshot, and while he proved that he did have pretty good aim, seeing as both his water balloons hit their targets, the one that hit Oliver was just a little below where he wanted it to hit, he realized he was going to be all darted up and wet by the time he was even able to load another balloon! Perhaps he should have went for the garden hose instead?

He didn't even have time to answer his own question, though, because a few things had happened. Remembralls were mentioned, war was declared and.. he was under attack. Arms raising to cover his face from the darts and water being shot at him, Waylon began to blindly head in the direction of his bucket. He may not be able to use his slingshot to hit the both of them, but at that moment, he was willing to forget the thing altogether.

Both his arms worked perfectly fine.

Although, it seemed he wasn't the only one that had that idea. Uncovering his face when he heard Oliver telling him to protect his ammo, he narrowed his eyes at William, just DARING him to try and take the balloons before doing the only thing he could think of to protect them; planking himself right on top of the bucket. "You'll never get them now!"

Logan walked to the Vegetable Patch, and sat on the fence, waiting for Alex.

Alex found the vegtable patch easily and then spotted Logan sitting on the fence waiting for her. "Sorry I took a while got distracted by random conversations on the way down." the third year laughed.

"That's okay!" he said chuckling. "It's pretty cool here, isn't it?" he asked.