The Weasley Swamp
 

for murphy/ezra!
 

It was lunch time! Lunch lunch lunch! And Kyroh was super hungry. Although he had met a few people in the past couple of days who seemed like they'd be awesome friends, he didn't know them well enough. Just names and stuff right? So he had taken to walking around by himself, and at the moment he was trying to get back to the great hall.

He had went down some flights of stairs and then taken a left, or maybe it was a right? He couldn't even REMEMBER anymore, but all he knew was that this hallway did not look like the one that went to the great hall.

Turning another corner a fowl smell began to drift up his nose. He couldn't quite put his finger on what the smell was but it smelled like it belonged outside? Definitely like it belonged outside. But he wasn't outsider right? Or maybe- Kyroh stopped smack dab in the middle of the corridor eyes wide.

Was that a pond? NONO It was a SWAMP! A swamp in the middle of the hallway! No wait it was real! Running over Kyroh bent down and leaned in closer to the swamp. It sure smelled real!

He'd traipsed up to the Common Room a few days now and hadn't had a chance to explore each of the floors because of his lessons. He'd decided now that each day during his free time he'd try to go to each floor for a bit and look around as much as possible.

The first floor was up today. He'd come all the way down from Gryffindor Tower to start here and after a few steps down the main corridor, the smell that was entering his nostrils told him he wouldn't be disappointed.

IT SMELLED SOMETHING FIERCE!

The Gryffindor rounded the corner trying to decide what it could be when he saw a HUGE mushy mess on the floor with a kid standing by it.

He rushed up and shouted at him. "Dude, what'd you do overflow the loo??" GROSS. EW. MAN!!

Wait. It was Kyroh. "Kyroh? What'd you do?" HAHA. Should they be running?

The sudden voice nearly caused him to topple over right into the swamp. Luckly he managed to steady himself or he would not be smelling nice for his afternoon classes.

"I didn't do anything I promise! I just walked into the corridor-I don't even think there's a loo on this floor, is there? " Kyroh raised his arms completely unsure as he turned around to the source of the voice. He wasn't going to get in trouble was he? BUT HE DIDN'T DO IT?

OH Ezra!! Immediately, Kyroh's brown eyes fell to the boys feet."Do you have both shoes on today? I think you'll need it if you want to go past this way!"

"Nu-UHH!! If I were too be expelled you would too as a witness who didn't stop anything from happening." So HA! Take that Ezra and your joke that was a little funny more more mean. It was certainly not funny enough to make Kyroh want to fall over laughing.

"It's a swamp.But I don't know why it's indoors. Maybe it's like a secret recipe for the food?" Kyroh didn't think the food here tasted bad. But that was EXACTLY why this would be a secret recipe. Tearing his eyes away from the roped off mucky water Kyroh looked back at Ezra's feet.

Flip-flops? "Your Prefect snuck you into the kitchens?" Whaaaat? They could get in there? "IS IT CLOSE BY HERE FOR THIS TO BE THE SECRET RECIPE?" Also, he was hungry. Lunch time. Kyroh's stomach grumbled. His brain didn't listen when he was hungry.

Sure there WAS half the corridor that was completely normal that they could easily walk through. ORRRR they could try trekking across the side of the corridor that had the mucky water and gross bubbles and wilted grass and was roped off. "I think we could too! We should take samples and stuff!" He had potion vials in his bag still.

"The corridor is NOT filled with my poop." Kyroh shook his head and fialed his arms slightly annoyed. It was a swamp anyways! Not poop! "I'm like this tall" He held his hand out to the side matching his head. "And small!" He was! He was too small for that much poo. "If anything one of the seventh years broke the loo and caused this not me." Some of them were GIANTS. It made sense that giants could cause this much...gunk.

Kyroh shrugged. "You never know what you can do with magic." Magic could even make this badly smelling stuff taste good maybe? Who knew. Ground floor kitchens? "Maybe it's up here cause that's what anyone would least expect?" Did the HEADMISTRESS KNOW!? Maybe they had to tell her!!! Vials!

Throwing his bag to the ground Kyroh reached up and pulled off his robes. It was a good thing that he had decided to wear shorts today. Following Ezra Kyroh plopped down and began untying his shoes and taking off his socks. he didn't need those to get all filled with swamp gunk after all.

Grabbing about three vials Kyroh dashed into the rope and stared at the smelly water-not water thing. "You first." Cause.....he said so.

Hmphm. Like he'd asked him to go to the loo with him ANYWAYS. Kyroh wouldn't. He was very capable of going to the loo by himself thank you very much.

Well yeah. That theory made sense as well. Fiiiiine. Nothing to do with food."But if they aren't able to get rid of something that a student did then I don't think that they aren't really that great of Professors." Er- Kyroh looked around. Yeah No Professors around to hear that. If that was the case he knew that it hadn't happened when his mum and papa were professors cause they knew everything.

It had happened so fast that if Kyroh had blinked he would have missed it. Good thing he didn't blink because....

...Ezra had fallen in the swamp.

At first it started off as a small fit of giggles as he held his hand over his mouth to try and stop it. But then Kyroh exploded, almost doubling over with laugher. You see now THAT was funny Ezra! "You-Swamp-warm-" Those were the only words that Kyroh could get out between laughing and gasping of air.

Kyroh took a few deeps breaths, until he was able to get the laughing under control. It took a while though, and by then his face was red and tears were streaming out of his eyes.

"My mum and papa too!" Kyroh said eagerly nodding once the laughing has ceased. "Not run this place, but they taught here. And I think they could have cleaned it up." So it had to be done recently when both of them stopped teaching."Also I think it's like a rule or something that you need your own special bathroom." He WAS after all related to a guy who used to run the whole school! A special bathroom was called for.

....but then maybe that would result in another swamp of Ezra poop. And Ezra would fall in it again.

Kyroh burst out laughing again just in time for a handful of swamp muck to be thrown right at his stomach. "Ewww gross!" The Ravenclaw declared still laughing. Jumping right into the swamp Kyroh used his free hand to throw some swamp gunk right back at Ezra.

If it was a fight the flip-flop boy wanted. It was a fight he would get!

Waful was a fine specimen of owl today. He was always looking his best, but TODAY? Today he was extra hot. It must be something in the food he was being feed. Or maybe he was always this awesome, and had just been too modest about it in the past.

Not any more.

Waful had his chest puffed out extra far today to make sure everyone could see how awesome he was, from the owl post office all the way to Hogwarts. He took extra laps around the grounds, magnificent wings gliding with ease through the air. He made this job look too easy.

When the boy person who he was delivering to wasn't outside, and when he'd had enough of the grounds Waful flew in through an open window into the castle, passing through corridors until he found the lad by a mess of a swamp.

No. This hot hooter was not going near that.

He perched himself and the package with letter attached on a window nook far from the swamp and staaaaaaaaaared down the boy with his large owl eyes.

"Hooo."

The human child would come to him.

It wasn't until the smell hit his nostrils that Michael realised that he had been daydreaming and missed the shortcut to the kitchens that avoided having to go through the first floor.

He gave himself a mental kick for letting his mind wander and quickened his pace so that he could by the swamp quickly, but as he began to walk passed the bubbly sludge, he noticed a girl sitting on the floor right beside the swamp.

Michael couldn't help himself, he stopped and stared down at her. "Okay let met guess. You have no sense of smell?" Why else would she sit there? "Or are you trying to build up your immune system?" Maybe she wanted to be an Auror someday. Didn't they have to go through different kinds of tests?

Marigold was staggering her breathing because it smelled fjhdjrueidjdidiid gross. Like a swamp. Which she supposed could smell good, if it had flowers or lily pads or something of the like, which this one didn't. But it was smelling less eww by the minute, so she was seeing how long it would take (while breathing shallow breaths) to make it smell like nothing.

And then Zahra's plus-one was there. Well, she thought it was him. Awkward if it wasn't, eh? So she didn't say anything about that, just looked up at him while trying not to breathe in too deeply.

"I'm trying to see how long it takes for it not to smell bad anymore." Probably a long time. Maybe even never. What if she just stayed there and it never stopped smelling bad? She would probably just go to the kitchens, actually. Heh.

So Defense Against the Dark Arts had just been dismissed, and Sophie Newell was hurrying away from class. Well, she wasn't running down the corridor, no. She was just more than happy to be dismissed, since she didn't exactly have anything but a few pieces of homework waiting for her in the common room. Those weren't really due any day soon, so she might just kick back on her favorite couch in her favorite spot and just enjoy the easy life for a while.

Merlin only knew she needed that after that disgusting zombie they'd fought off in class. Suddenly, a thought occurred to her, and she stopped in place. She should really talk to the professor about a certain five-lettered creature. Sophie had ambitions, and Romanos could make things happen for her! With a certain sparkle in her eye, Sophie turned on her heels.

Ew. What was that smell?

What in the freaking name of Merlin was that SMELL?!

Grayson came to an immediate stop, all thoughts of the lesson being driven out of his mind. It had been a good lesson too, one that he thoroughly enjoyed because they had included all of his favourites: cool creatures/beings and sweet treats. He'd done the only smart thing anyone would do when offered free food and had stuffed as many as possible into his bag. They were all HIS, thank you.

He'd also thought that the only thing to ruin the lesson -- or even to ruin his day -- would be Romanos's mention of homework. But no! Oh NO! Somebody had to have a big old number two accident in the middle of the freaking corridor. Or had gone ahead and set off a dungbomb or two. Whoop-dee-do.

And then his eyes landed on a girl.

No no, his eyes zoned in on a girl, as if they were zoning in on a target. One who was turning away from the scene of the crime. HMMMMM?

"Is that you?!" He didn't notice anything else, just the girl and the smell. Come on. Fess up.

Michael raised an eyebrow as he crossed his arms over his chest. This was the kind of stunt that Zahra would pull. It appeared that there were a lot more adventurous girls than he first thought.

"It should take no more than two minutes for your brain to blot out the smell." Unless she had a slow brain, but he of course didn't say that out loud. "So is this some kind of experiment?" One of her own accord obviously because Michael knew that none of their homework assignments required the smelling of a swamp.

Even though he had gotten used to the smell, he didn't particularly want to hang around in this area. "Look, I was heading for the kitchens. Do you want to come along? I'm sure there will be better smells down there."

Marigold half-patted the spot on the floor next to her for the boy to sit down if he wanted. Y'know, just if he wanted to. Already her mind was half-off the smell and instead focusing on him. "Well, I've been sitting here for about that long. But I'm trying to see if it will completely go away. I mean, not completely, but enough that there was a huge difference."

She looked back at the swamp before answering his question. "I guess it's an experiment." Yeahh. A very lame, half-baked experiment, but experiment nevertheless. And she shrugged. If he wanted to head to the kitchens, she would probably follow him, but she wouldn't go on her own.

Sophie hadn't even had time to turn around and zoom in on the swamp before a voice sounded behind her. She turned toward the voice first, and she realized whoever this was was talking to her. "Eww--you think I did that?" she asked, making a face. Boys could be so disgusting sometimes. "No way. I was just wondering what it was myself."

"They say the first one to cackle is usually the one that laid the egg," she said. He'd heard that, right? People usually say that the first one to speak up is usually the guilty party.

Sophie glanced away then and happened to notice the swamp. "Uhh, I think that's what's smelling," she said, pointing an accusing finger toward the swamp. You know, come to think about it, Sophie had read something about a swamp at Hogwarts once upon a time. "That's the Weasley's swamp. I'd forgotten all about it until now."

This girl looked familiar. Who WAS she? Did he know her? Doubted it. Anyways, he wasn't going to pay attention to that when she had started talking. Instead, Grayson raised his eyebrows. Wasn't it obvious? "Well you were turning away from the scene of the crime. A little guilty don'cha think?" he said, wiggling his eyebrows at her, "Suuuuuuure. You can tell me. I won't tell anyone."

The first one to cackle is usually the one that laid the egg? What in the name of merlin? Was she blaming him for this? "Excuse you, that's not coming from me!" He was even dramatic enough to place a hand over his chest at the emphasised word.

Looks like Sherlock had figured out where the smell was coming from. The fourth year tilted his head and looked over towards the place she was pointing-- "Why is there a freaking swamp in the middle of the corridor?" Wait. No, scratch that. "The Weasley's swamp? They have a shop and a swamp?" If this was the same Weasley as the people who had opened up that joke shop in Diagon Alley. MAN, that was a great place.

Right. It was an experiment. Michael wasn't going to question it anymore, obviously she had her reasons for doing it. He and Zahra were known to do some rather weird stuff as well so he really couldn't say anything.

Instead he stuck his hand out to help her up off the floor. She was coming to the kitchen with him whether she liked it or not. "We haven't officially met." Although he had seen her many times around the school and in classes. "My name is Michael Toussaint."

To be honest, as much as the smell was decreasing, Marigold wasn't sure how much longer she could smell it. Like, handle smelling it. Great magic and all that, but… smelly. She took his hand and jumped up, then brushed off her pants.

No, they hadn't. But with his statement of his name, she knew he must be with Z. "Marigold McAlistor. You must be the 'Mikey' Zahra talks about." She started meandering towards the kitchens because FOOD.

Oh? So Zahra had been talking about him? Michael felt a small blush creep onto his cheeks. He was going to have to ask his girlfriend what she had been saying. "That would be me." He chuckled a little. "And you must be the Puff that Z, keeps talking about." He gave her a small nudge with his elbow and grinned.

"You must be pretty cool, she doesn't normally like Puffs." Well that's what she liked people to think anyway.