Terry being bored was an understatement. The term had only just started and already the seventeen year old was sitting about in the common room wandering what exactly he should do. School to most wasn’t usually the most exciting thing anyway and despite there being some big thing happening every year that usually resulted in a calamity or two, so far apart from the cancellation of Quidditch, there was nothing going on.

So he entered his dorm, kicking his shoes off and jumping onto his bed. That was until he realised how particular Theo was about mess and one of his shoes was currently half way across the room. He eyed it, accessing whether he could be bothered to get up from his comfy spot and trundle across the room just to go receive it. No one else was in here after all. But his attention was drawn to the fact that his uniform was currently piled up on the floor, his half emptied suitcase was sticking out from underneath the bed and his school supplies were strewn all over his portion of the room.

Heh. No one minded that much right? It was all on his side of the room after all, except for that one shoe. Deciding that it could wait until later, the Slytherin folded his arms behind his head and laid back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. Might as well procrastinate here for a couple of hours.

After chilling for a bit in the common room, (like 5 whole minutes) Theo needed some serious shut-eye to ready himself for a busy day of productivity tomorrow. Or something along those lines... ehh, he would probably read a book or something. It was hard to find things to occupy his time with since there was no Quidditch. He'd even thought about playing Gobstones more regularly, but it always bored him to death after a while, so it didn't look like it would be a new hobby prospect.

He fell onto his bed and looked up at the ceiling.

Wait, was there someone in here? Nooooooooooooo, distractions from beddie-byes.

Theo lifted his head subtly to have a look, then rested his head back down after seeing that it was Terry. Brilliant. "Hey, baby face." He said through the biggest grin ever. That's right, Radley, he had heard where that nickname had originated from. And it was sticking.

Józsua was tired when he got back to the common room, heading straight up to the dorms. He had to come back here eventually and face things.. even if he didn't want to. He had a feeling Ascanius would be after his neck.. and things were just going to be awkward.

Two of the guys were here already: Terry and Theo.

The seventeen year old gave the pair a small smile, noting the dorm by Terry's side was already a tip. *Inward shrug* Wasn't his business. “Hey guys.” He offered quietly. He didn't know either of them very well.

He kicked off his shoes, dug in his trunk for a book.. good distraction when you didn't want to look at anyone.. sat on his bed and pulled his legs up into a cross legged position. He sat huddled over his book (future back problems a given). Shame his iPod didn't work in here. He'd love to be able to shut out everything.

He heard the door open before he even looked up and having lived with these guys for a good few years, Terry had already learned the sounds of their footsteps and these obviously belonged to Theo. As did that flop on the bed.

He perched up on his elbows, looking over at him until he noticed that he was actually in here. And bored as anyone could be. He opened his mouth to speak when that nickname came out. He stared. A long hard stare. NO. Baby face was NOT a thing. He didn't have a baby face for Merlin's sake. Did he? "Really?" he replied half sarcastically. "Its bad enough a professor called me that but my own dorm mates are going to start now?" Although to be honest Terry was actually quite relieved that he hadn't spotted the mess that was his side of the room. Nor the shoe as he walked into the room. That thing was probably a hazard but it was just too much effort to get up and fetch it.

And that was when the door opened again and his attention was drawn away from Theo and towards the entrance to their dorm. "Hey" he smiled before the situation got awkward. Józsua just went over and sat on his bed. Saying nothing. Reading.

Right. Well..

"Can you chuck my sock over?" he asked, indicating towards Józsua's bed where his sock was currently half hanging out from underneath. No asking him how that got over there, he could've sworn they were all in a pile underneath his bed. He was just engaging him in conversation, he was bored enough already without the dorm being so silent.

Ascanius' night had been longer then he originally anticipated, yeah? After the feast all he wanted to do was see his girlfriend real fast, be a bit bitter 'bout Quidditch and then get some sleep. Y'know how many of those he'd accomplished thus far? None. 'Cause he got a letter from Snaps to meet him and spent his night with her CRYING about her boyfriend cheating on her.

With that done, Ascanius could finally go to bed...in his dorm. He just wasn't keen on seeing Józsua's face. S'not like Ascanius was gonna start a fight, not really his style, but he wasn't looking forward to the awkwardness that'd no doubt be between them.

Walking in with the upper left side of his shirt soaked from Derry's tears, the seventh year bro!nodded at all his dorm mates. Even Józsua.

Cue big yawn. "Evening Theo." Or was it Head Boy? "Terry." He'd met his girlfriend over the summer at that party.

..............................

"........Józsua." He got a look.

The book was supposed to be Józsua's silent, yet polite, way of saying, 'please don't talk to me'. He tore his eyes from the pages and looked over at Terry, his brow raised a tiny bit. He closed his book, leaving his thumb between the pages to keep his place and leaned over the side of his bed to look for this sock.

Euh...

Really?

Being untidy at your own side of the dorm was FINE. But leaving your dirty ol' socks under your dorm mate's bed was unacceptable. He dropped his book on the floor, losing his place and picked up the offending sock between his finger and thumb and chucked it at Terry.. aiming on purpose for his face.

“S'early in the year for your slobbiness to be spreading over here, Terry.” He smiled a little bit, obviously teasing. He fished for his book which had slipped under his bed when another of the seventh years joined them.

Ascanius................

Grabbing at his book, he sat up and looked at the other boy, returning his nod. “Ascanius.”

They'd talked. That look told him LOUD AND CLEAR that they had talked.

.....

Józsua's heart speeded up a bit, but he kept his expression as calm as ever. Nothing to see here, folks..

Looooooooooool, so baby face wasn't a favourite of Terry's, then. Good.

"Keep your diaper on, man." Theo turned on his side and quietly cracked up into his pillow. The amusement soon passed, though, and Theo went back to his sleepy state. So when Jozsua walked in, he hardly noticed and gave him a little two-finger salute in the air. His eyes closed quickly after that before someone else interrupted his slumber.

"Sup?"

Hi, Ascanius, yes, hi. Hello. Goodnight.

It didn’t take long for the brief moment of awkwardness to pass when Ascanius wondered in. He got a smile, yes a proper one because seemingly he was the only one that wasn’t being grumpy or anti-social. “Hey” he nodded, briefly fleeting his attention between him and Józsua. Okay maybe the awkwardness hadn’t passed, maybe it was getting even worse.

“You can cut the atmosphere in this room with a knife” he muttered under his breath leaning back against the headboard, thinking aloud.

And that was when Theo piped up.

……….

Great. They just kept coming. Terry raised his brow at Theo not sure whether to humour him or protest against the name. “Yes Theo, you’re hilarious” he replied sarcastically but he couldn’t help the smirk that fell on his face. “I didn’t realise that Culloden was so into nicknaming his students.” Terry had been here for years. Granted Culloden hadn’t but surely he should’ve remembered his name by now? “That ones going to stick with me for the rest of the year isn’t it?” Regretfully. But apparently only Theo had heard it, at least he was the only person whom had so far mentioned it. Terry had his fingers crossed that it had slipped over everyone else’s ears.

But his attention was swiftly drawn away by a sock landing straight on his face. “Thanks.” He wrinkled his nose in protest peeling it off his face and chucking it back under his bed. “I think they’re clean.” He at least hoped they were now that they had landed on his nose. “Yeah, sorry about that,” he laughed sheepishly. “Was probably the wind when the door opened?” Lies Terry. It was definitely the fact you couldn’t be bothered to pack it away. He eyed the shoe and contemplated getting up to reach it but it was just a little too much effort. And everyone seemed to be sat on their beds as far away from each other as possible that he didn’t actually want to cross the room. Eh. He’d get it later when everyone was in a better mood.

He turned back to Theo who looked like he was about to doze off. Grabbing his pillow he tossed it across the room towards him. “Oi!” he attempted to grab his attention. Don’t leave him alone here! Not with all this tension in the room..

Was it him or was he the only one in a really good mood?

Still bored though.

So it was too late in the day for the former captain to be wearing sunglasses but whatever. He was. Suck it. West sauntered in like he owned the place, stepped over a random shoe, and ducked a pillow.

"What nickname is that?" West said, looking over at Terry who appeared to be a bit... put out? What did he have to worry about? He hadn't lost a badge or a girlfriend recently, he was good yeah?

He hadn't finished decorating yet, so rather than go sit on his bed, West went to his trunk and got out the usual wall fodder. Posters of pretty Quidditch ladies (and a much drawn on picture of Selina Skylar because it still cracked him up), a poster of Colin Mackenzie being all bamf, postcards from all the places he'd visited to play with the Under Seventeens over the past couple years, a poster of Disorder of the Phoenix, and another of Agromantula, and a whole lot of photos of West with his mates, and one with himself and his dad and sister. Good stuff. He left a stack of magazines in his trunk, there were posters in the center of some of those too, but they could go up later on the inside of his bed canopy.

There were no pictures of Alice amongst his selection. He had them... they were just being kept... apart.

"Does anyone have any food?" He pulled his sunglasses off and banished them to their usual spot with the rest of his accessories, and then looked around, gaze falling on Jozsua for a little longer than the others. He looked... more uncomfortable than usual? Or was that just him?

"I have an idea." He added seriously, looking around at his friends and grinning. Y'know, things might be rubbish for him right now but he was just going to put on a front and fake it til' he made it.

Ascanius was so tempted to say something. Make one snide remark at Józsua about his infidelity. But this was too public and, honestly, Ascanius didn't really know him all that well outside of the dorm to be entitled to say a thing. Oh, but he wanted to, yeah? Every single muscle in his arms were clenching with anticipation.

When Theo, who looked kind of peeved (at least he was back to normal and not that grinning earlier from the feast) at another person interrupting sleep time, spoke Ascanius moved his eyes away from burning into Józsua. "Nothing. Just wanna get some sleep after a long night."

Stare. Right at Józsua. "Derry wanted to talk, yeah? But you seem to have the right idea, man. 'Bout sleep and all." Actually, bed looked really comfortable.

He heard Terry somewhere in the back of his head going on about tension, but he didn't even throw him a glance. Nope. He was too focused on Józsua and weighing his options.

Enter West Odessa. In style.

His bandmate's entrance broke a little bit of the tension, mostly 'cause he stopped glaring at Józsua. "And what would that be?" Ascanius lazily threw himself on his bed and took out his drumsticks.

Twirl, twiiirl.

Terry was talking things but Theo wasn't altogether listening. Anything to get the guy to shut up really. "Promise I won't tell anyone." Who did he have to tell anyway? It was a pretty lame nickname.

Ah, West.

"Baby face." Theo wiggled his finger in Terry's direction. Ooookay, he wouldn't tell anyone apart from West.

Ascanius wanted some sleep, did he? Ha... ha, ha.. funny story. "Funny that... me too!" He said almost sarcastically, then dug his face even deeper into his pillow. Muffling the voices and stuff. He was sure that there was a spell for that, but AS IF Theodore knew it off by heart. His limited attention to his dorm mates was soon decreasing when West mentioned an idea. Theo didn't answer, just in case it was a bad one, but he lifted his head up a bit and opened his eyes.

Mhm.. A salute from Theo. Józsua was fine with that seeing as he didn't want to talk. His eyes shifted from the boy to Terry once again who hadn't taken the non too subtle hint..

Bullseye. Right on the face. He nodded once in acknowledgement to Terry's thanks, small amused smile playing on his lips. He shook his head. “No worries.” The wind? “Yea... massive gusts of wind are a real problem here in the dungeons.” He mused lightly and sarcastically. Still, Terry had actually managed to get a smile out of him. So kudos to the kid.

Enter Ascanius... and the smile, albeit small, had gone..

Atmosphere? Knives?

Yea... Tell me about it, Terry.

...Actually, no. DON'T. No need for the running commentary. This was awkward enough..

He could tell Ascanius was itching to say something. He opened his book again.. casual like... fully aware that he was being glared at. Fair enough really... but he wasn't going to make things worse by staring back. When Ascanius spoke, he and raised his eyes to the boy once again..

The mere mention of Derry's name made that guilt in his stomach knot tightly.. “M'sure I'm the last person Derry wants to see.” He replied quietly. He sighed, closing his book. Was this going to be it for the entire year? Feeling uncomfortable in your own dorm? Still... He deserved that too. But being hit would be preferable. Painful but swift.. not drawn out like this slow torture.

He leaned forward a little.. still looking at Ascanius. “...How's.. how's she doing?” He asked hesitantly not caring if he was leaving himself wide open for a verbal bashing.. Cos yea.. he CARED about the girl. And missed her terribly.



Aaaand enter West Odessa..

Thank Merlin.

West who Józsua wondered if he was really was so oblivious to the things around him.. who was decorating his part of the dorm as always. The familiarity of it was strangely comforting. Things were normal. Same as always...

Back to his book.... which he wasn't even reading anyway.

Unable to concentrate, the words on the page were making no sense. All detached from one another. Bit like the lads in this dorm, Józsua thought as he glanced over at Theo who was grumbling about something or another. All so different.

He nodded at West in greeting with an actual smile..

An Idea..?

"Does this mean being social...?" Because.. yea... Not currently very comfortable with that idea.

No West.

You chose a bad time to walk in.

Terry watched Theo knowing fully well that his promise of not telling anyone was just about to go out the window. Eh he didn’t care that much anyway. Was just a bit weird, was all. Deciding that the whole ‘baby face’ thing required a full explanation and not just Theo’s bland statement Terry sighed, leaned back and glanced at West. ”Culloden clearly forgot my name in Potions” he started, not really caring anymore. Meh. They could all call him baby face if they wanted. Just as long as his girlfriend didn’t mind his face, he was content. “Decided to get my attention by calling me ‘baby face’ instead.” He was adamant that it wasn’t accurate though. He was sure he looked his age, if not older.

“Say it all you like, it’ll grow old eventually.” That went for all four of them.

Hopefully.

He couldn’t help but notice that everyone had either ignored or hopped over his shoe and the effort to get up retrieve it had gone completely. It was staying there. At least for now. Or a few weeks.

Ascanius seemed to be far too focused on giving Jozsua the stare for him to engage in the conversation and the Slytherin chose both not to ask and not to mention anything. He just hoped there would be no fist fights in the dorm, it was already getting awkward enough without anyone punching each other’s lights out. He drew his attention away from them but then came Theo’s sarcastic comment about sleeping. He threw his arms up in protest. “Well sorry about that, I just thought I’d engage everyone in conversation.” Merlin what a grumpy lot.

Well at least he got a smile out of someone cos it really didn’t look like anyone was in a good mood today. Except West. Either he was acting or his mood really had taken a turn for the better. Either way it was a welcome relief in this dorm. Jozsua’s comment though, Terry tried to look unimpressed but the smirk won over. “You never know.” It was the Giant Squid. “Alright, I probably misjudged when I chucked them.” Majorly it seemed. Right across the room. Heh. “I swear I will tidy all this up eventually, just not yet.” Next month seemed like the much better bet, or the following one.

And then West changed the conversation to food which was much more up Terry’s street. “When do I not have food?” he questioned, speech muffled as he looked under his bed for his not so secret stash, picking up two bags of crisps. ”Prawn cocktail or salt and vinegar?” he asked although in the end he threw both bags over. Eh he had loads.

Yes thank you West!

An idea. Engaging everyone into doing something because Merlin this was getting uncomfortable. He eyed Jozsua at the ‘sociable’ comment and then drew his attention back to West. “I’m intrigued.” Mainly because it would take away his boredom.

"Culloden was acting a bit... I dunno..." West was trying to watch his mouth and y'know, not trash talk a professor but honestly, "He was a bit of a jerk and all impatient and whatever with the little kids." Not that it effected him or anything, but if it was a Slytherin kid getting picked on then he might bug Theo to deal with it... But he shrugged off the baby face thing. "Could be worse, could've called you ugly." He grinned at Terry and then started putting his Selina poster up.

Theo and Ascanius both got looks that were partway amused and partway exasperated, it wasn't as if it was that late, and really if they felt like being utterly antisocial and sleeping they could pull their curtains and use a silencing charm. Or ask him to do it for them since actually when West thought about it he wasn't sure Theo knew how, and he expected Ascanius would find it too much effort.

And look at that! Terry to the rescue! Food! Awesome! Now he wouldn't digest himself from the inside out! He grinned in thanks and caught the packets one at a time and ripped into the salt and vinegar crisps.

MMmmmmmmmmmmmunchhhhhhhhhhh.

Since he had the floor and all the attention, West put his poster progress aside and walked into the dead centre of the room, crisp packet in one hand, the other all grand gestures.

"Not exactly social. But not.... not social." He said to Jozsua and then immediately looked at Theo too because no matter that Jozsua had reason to sulk and whatnot, Theodore was the most anti-social of all of them. Heh. Or maybe the most selectively social at least unless West twisted his arm. He had arm twisting plans too.

"Look, its our last term. Everything is crap, but I don't want to spend the year moping about or feeling guilty or wishing things were different or fighting against stuff we can't change. What we can do is have a good time, and make all the right memories. Finish it all off with a bang, yeah?" He looked around at all of them.

"So I propose dorm wars. Boys versus girls." He gestured expansively, a few stray crisps coming loose from the packet and peppering the floor like so many tiny bits of salty confetti.

In other words, lets all be a bit immature aaaand, "Pranks." Make all the pretty girls squeal and plot revenge.

.... they'd probably all get murdered, but hell, it'd be fun.

Y'know, Theo might have been more predictable when he wasn't smiling and being pleasant, but Ascanius almost chucked one of his drumsticks at his dorm-mate's face. Sarcasm. Understood. He wouldn't address it again. The sleep thing. It didn't mean he had to be such an insufferable grump, though.

There is was again. That impulse to hurl something, maybe not his drumstick 'cause he wouldn't waste it on Józsua, at his dormmates. 'Cept this time it wasn't 'cause they were being grumpy. Nope. Who did Józsua think he was, yeah? Asking 'bout Derry and how she was and pretending he cared. He hadn't see her. Ascanius had and she was all torn up because of the big nosed, less attractive then himself Slytherin looking as guilty as he was.

His arm tensed, but he didn't act on it. "She's better now." Subtext: No thanks to you. "And for your own good, man, don't talk to me about her." Or he might act on the urge to hit him. He didn't WANT to. He drummed with his hands, among other things, so they were precious to him. But he would if it came down to it.

The seventh year was thankful for the distraction West supplied.

A prank war? With the Slytherin girls? Did West KNOW them? They'd fight dirty and he was keen on keeping his hair on his head. And keeping his face intact. And pretty much all the things that would preserve his face.

Hesitantly he sat up, "M'game for a little prank war, yeah? We just...should set ground rules...like....they can't mess with our face....or hair." This was his money maker. People didn't come see him DRUM because he was good (even though he was). Nope, it was all the Scan Face.

Józsua's eyebrows raised at Terry's 'you never know'. He didn't really mind the mess so long as his little area of the dorm wasn't taken over. He was VERY territorial about his space and his things. “S'alright, mate.” He mumbled quietly. “You must've inadvertently freed a lot of house elves leaving your pants and stuff lying around tho..” Yea.. Stabbing at humour when you weren't really feeling it was definitely the way to NOT go..

Yea... the urge to lash out was written all over Ascanius Stark. Józsua was not going to risk provoking him. Better?---well that was---The boy sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. “Fine.” He replied opening them an looking at Stark. Fair dos... “Sorry.. I just thought...” He trailed off. Nope. His words weren't for Derry's angry best friend and the rest of the dorm. They were for her. ..When things had calmed down a little and he ran into her in the common room...

Maybe.

Thank Merlin for Westside..

Though he seemed a little hyper and Józsua couldn't help the feeling that it was either a front.. or things weren't.. working for him.

'Not exactly social. But not....*not*social.' Mkay... Józsua still didn't look too impressed by the prospect of what was to come.

The suggestion wasn't as bad as he was expecting, however.. but still.. Pranks? That was just asssking for trouble and Józsua was already paranoid about having a hair out of place.. or getting spots.. or looking weirder than he already believed he looked. ..Plus, once Derry told the other girls what had gone on, he was likely to be targeted... or so he believed.

Ascanius's point of setting ground rules was a good one. He nodded in agreement and looked back at West.

“M'up for it.” He said. “Just.. no messing with my clothes.. or my bed...” Or anything of his.

Territorial.. yea..

Acting a bit of a jerk? Yeah, that went without saying. Those poor first years looked terrified, honestly what had happened to him that morning? “I got grilled because he didn’t see my potion bubbling.” And it was but that definitely didn’t warrant the nickname. Still, he could imagine it would get frustrating if people kept going wrong and all. “He’s a good professor..” he paused. “But I wouldn’t have wanted to be in those younger kids shoes.” His next comment received a snort from the blonde boy. “I wouldn’t have known how to react to that.” Was a Professor even allowed to call a student that? Terry wouldn’t have minded that much, in some ways he thought it was true when he shared a dorm with all these guys that practically had girls dripping off of them. Although Terry didn’t particularly mind, he was perfectly happy with Ana. Very happy actually and he’d like it to stay like that.

Wait.. What?

His pants weren’t lying around! Now they he had made sure were tucked safely underneath his bed out of anyone’s sight. His socks and his uniform was another matter. “If I see a House Elf wandering around with my clothes I’ll let you know.” Nothing had gone missing as of yet. At least that was what he thought anyway. Heh. Oh come on someone laugh! It was morbid in here.

And step in West..

The crisps clearly went down a storm. Terry’s stash of food under his bed really wasn’t that much of a secret and he hadn’t even put protective charms on it. To be honest, he wasn’t that bothered if they all wanted to delve into it. That was what it was there for, to be eaten. He pushed the box out from under his bed and left it in the middle of the room. “They’re free for anyone” He glanced momentarily at Theo knowing that he was usually always hungry. Why his mum had sent him to school with so many packets he’d never know but hey, he wasn’t complaining. He and food were compatible.

And then West took to the floor on his speech. Terry leant back, delving into his own packet of crisps and trying as hard as he could to not loudly crunch his way through them. He was going on about it being their last year and he was right, they should do something big this year. Something that would leave them with a lasting legacy. But you know, Terry was the only one not moping, or feeling guilty or whatever else everyone was feeling. Yet he was still totally up for this.

“You can count me in” he grinned, fully expecting the others to join in too. Come on, it was a bit of fun. And who cares if they ended up getting slaughtered by the girls, it would be so worth the effort. And then came Ascanius’ comment and the Slytherin snorted in response. And then joined in Jozsua. He raised his brow at them both, challenging them. “You big girls!” he laughed. Oh come on, there was no need to be such wusses. “Where’s the fun in that? Live a little..” he teased, a smirk planted right across his face. He was up for anything. Anything to eject a bit of excitement into this as West had put it ‘mopey’ dorm room.

Theodore was dozing on and off since conversation was pretty bland in the dorm today, and he couldn't feel this so-called tension that they were on about either. OH - REALLY? They were eating crisps NOW?

Theo frowned hard and gritted his teeth through every crunch.

Anyway... West's idea. Theo WAS listening to that, because he didn't want to be left out of the gang. Oooooh, pranks. He'd actually discussed this with Cassia a few weeks ago, but it'd definitely be fun to go against the girls. Girls didn't stand a chance. As much as he was sooooooo up for this, and he did kinda agree with Ascanius. The hair was kind of a no-go area for him as well. He didn't mention it, though, since Terry was going around calling them big girls. And he was getting annoyed about baby face???

The Slytherin FINALLY sat up straight and crossed his legs on his bed. Yay, social interaction.

"We have SO got this!" Theo bounced a little on his mattress.

WOoooooooooooooooooah, headache. Spacing out a bit.

"You know if you say 'don't mess with this' then that is exactly what they'll mess with." West pointed out. The girls were Slytherins after all. "Maybe better to say... no permanent damage or changes, yeah?" He eyed Ascanius and Theo, "And if they mess with your hair... or your faces, I'll fix you up myself, yeah?" They DID trust West with his wand didn't they?

But it did sound like they were all in.

He tried to gloss over that little bit of Derry-related tension between Jozsua and Ascanius for his own reasons, simply by not acknowledging it. Instead he loudly went back to eating crisps. Eat crisps everyone, Terry was providing a feast yeah? Much better than fighting.

"So we're all in. How do we wanna start? We need to think of something good and then maybe send them a message somehow telling them its on and challenging them. And setting any terms of course." Like nothing permanent. And perhaps that certain important body parts were off limits. He thought that one would be a good clause to have, not that it'd effect the girls.

"Any ideas?" Anyone? He had a few but they could wait until a little later.

He didn't care what Józsua thought or what he wanted to say, yeah? Ascanius was done with that conversation for both of their sakes. The seventh year didn't wanna look the cheat in the face and talk about his infidelity. Sure, they were dormmates and he would talk to him 'bout other stuff, but not that. Never that. Unless Józsua had some sort of thing for violence.

His palm was already itching from Józsua in the corner when Terry called him a girl. Beautiful? Fine. Product of the gods? Great. But girl? Ascanius Stark was not a girl and he wasn't really in the mood to be called one either, so he just shot Terry a hard look.

....Theo was happy again. More precisely he was bouncing. Was anyone else seeing this? Was he the only one who thought it was weird? He needed to scowl or scoff or do something Theo-like. If this Head Boy thing was going to make him more agreeable in general Ascanius wasn't sure he was looking forward to it. 'Cept nobody deserved that badge more then him. Way to keep it in Slytherin Theo and Cassia.

His hands got jittery and he twirled the drumstick faster and faster, "If we could get one of the younger girls to sneak into their dorm.....we could put airhorns underneath all of their mattress so when they lay down they freak out, yeah?" Though...that would logistically be pretty hard to execute.

Józsua couldn't help a small smirk in Terry's direction. He seemed a good sort.. talkative and messy.. but definitely a good sort. “Or wearing your pants you mean.” He teased gently.

But yea... big girls? That hit a nerve and Józsua rolled his eyes. The girl thing was REALLY getting old.

An inward sigh. The guilt in Józsua's stomach was bubbling away nicely again. But at least Ascanius was leaving things be. For now anyway. But he had an inkling he hadn't heard the end of it.

Back to the prank war..

Theo seemed really enthusiastic about the whole thing. Józsua sat up a bit on his bed, casting his book aside and listened to West. Reverse psychology, yea... Point taken.

But STILL.. Pranks? They weren't exactly Józsua's forte. He hadn't played a prank on anyone in his life. They seemed more of a Gryffindor thing.

Anyway...

He knew the reasons behind why West was doing this and he would go along with it. It could even be fun if he could just pull himself out of this emotional rut.

“The... bucket above the dorm door trick.” You know.. fill it with something nasty and wait for the screams. Mean. Really mean.

Euh..

"Or superglue on quills.. personal items and such.."

Lame..

Terry's attention was drawn to Theo immediately who clearly did not look in the mood to be with everyone else and he also didn't appreciate the crisp crunching by the look on his face. The slytherin picked up a bag and aimed it towards Theo's head. "Eat these grump, you're usually hungry." he smirked. Come on, when wasn't he hungry? He'd been sharing his dorm for years!

Heh. House elves wearing his pants. "I really don't appreciate that image in my head" he blinked followed by a brief laugh. Yeah.. No. They were definitely hidden away.

Ooookaaaay...

Dorm mates didn't have a sense of humour today. He got looks and rolled eyes and he sighed, sinking back against his headboard. "I was joking. Jeez.." he muttered to himself, munching his way through his packet of crisps distracting himself. And seeing as no one else wanted any of his hidden supply he dragged it back under the bed. Fine. Suit yourself. The more for him and West then.

Now he was starting to get grumpy, the mood was already low in this room and Terry's best efforts to try and cheer them up had clearly not gone down as well as he hoped them to. He tucked his legs up, resting his chin on his knees as he listened to West talk further about pranking and asking about ideas.

He had known. Terry was more of a follower than a leader and pranks had never actually been his forte. He was just in this for the hilarity. He didn't care if he got in trouble for it and he was willing to sacrifice himself in known of the others wanted their precious hair damaged. Merlin, he had spent most of last term looking 105 and he still managed to get a girlfriend. Nothing would faze him now.

"Depends on what scale you want them" he interjected once everyone else had their input. "Are we starting off small and silly and building our way up to the biggest prank when they least expect it?" Or were they planning on starting with a bang.

But the fact that the boys were coming up with ideas to damage their personal items and yet they didn't want theirs to be damaged was amusing.

Theo just nodded deciding not to argue about the welfare of his hair. He trusted West to keep it in check, and actually doubted that the girls could do any permanent damage anyway. Ooooh, idea throwing. "We could involve fake poos? Or fake spiders." Girls hate spiders, right? Huh... super gluing their quills? Theo raised an eyebrow at Jozsua. "Superglue in their shoes, more like."

LOL.

He laughed, he did.

Woah, hold the phone. "Who're you calling grump?" He wasn't a GRUMP. And if he was it was because Terry was being annoying. "Well, I'm not hungry." Yeah so take your noisy crisps somewhere else, babyface.

Okay, maybe a bit of a grump.

Leon peaked out from behind his thick green bed curtains and gave a look around. He was currently barefoot, his socks were on his bed next to them and boy, did they stink. He had his action figures out and was pretending that they were defeating a stinky sock monster, but the muttering of the older boys conversation was making him curious. He wasn't trying to eavesdrop on them, but even though he was near the other wall, he could hear bits and pieces. From the looks of it, all the other boys were much older than he was. He wondered if any of them would even want to play action figures with him.

He eased off his bed, his bared feet on the cold stone padding softly over to the group.

He waited for a brief break in the conversation.

He climbed slowly out of his bed and