Phillip ROOOOOOLLED his eyes -- he'd been PRACTISING -- at Rooney's comment. "It MEANS that Healers would see a LOT of blood everyday. More than the amount from a simple SCAR on the leg." Even if the scar looked pretty cool. Because scars, you know? There was ALWAYS some kind of epic story behind them and if there wasn't, there was just disappointment.

And then the boy was turning away? UH. HELLO? HE WAS STUCK IN A SUIT, AT LEAST TELL HIM WHAT HE WAS MEANT TO--

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THEY HAD BEEN FOUND BY A LADY GHOST. A lady ghost he'd never even SEEN before. MERLIN. Could this get any worse?

Apparently it could because ROONEY BRONWYN WAS TELLING FIBS. FIBS BIGGER THAN HOGWARTS ITSELF. WHAT A LIAR!!

Phillip STARED at the older boy in both confusion and, well, SHOCK. What?! The words didn't seem to process properly in the Slytherin's brain because he COULD NOT believe what he was hearing. NOPE. This was NOT happening, okay? Okay. He had NOT been convinced to jump into a suit of armour only to be found out by a ghost and have Rooney turn his back on him. N O P E.

He would have GLARED at the boy but, instead, he turned to Myrtle as well, his eyes wide and full of fake!fear. "I-Miss! Help me! H-h-he BULLIED me into getting into the suit. Told me he'll th-throw me off of the Astronomy tower if I didn't listen." There was a sweet, innocent and sad boy voice he was putting on as well as a small wibble.

If Rooney was acting, he could act TOO.

Or look innocent. Whatever worked.

Watching the two boys Myrtle had a mischievous grin as she giggled towards the pair. "You shouldn't lie to me. I was watching you both." More giggles came from the ghost as she moved closer to the first boy that spoke, "You should get in one too, it could be fun and exciting." Batting her eyes towards him she looked to the suit of armor. "I haven't seen much fun in the toilet and you two seem like fun."

Moving so that she went very close almost touching the boy she lifted to look into the armor as the other boy started to speak. "Bullying isn't nice to do," glancing towards the boy on the floor. "I'd be careful in there though. They have been known to move and I wouldn't want to see you get hurt. If something does happen with you in there you could always share my toilet."

Angel couldn't wait to do some practicing but first she had to try and figure out where to go and do it, when she found a place she smiled as she knew it was out of the way from most people. taking a couple of things out of her book she looked at them and decided it was time to go wrong with the spell.

"Flinefors!!" Angel did the wand movement but she made it lazy and she made sure that she said the incantation wrong, she watched and waited to see what would happen, she saw the can shake a bit but then that was it. So that was one way of making a bad spell then.

Angel decided that she would say the correct incantation the next time "Flintifors!!" Angel then weakly said the wand movement and made sure her posture was all wrong, she watches as the can half transformed and went a bit funny. She giggled at the end result. "Finite!" Angel stopped the spell and watched as the can went back to normal.

Angel decided that she would end it by making sure that everything was correct. "Flintifors!" Angel made sure her posture was perfect and that the whole wand movement was done right, she pointed her wand upwards and did a nice pointy flick. She watched as the can transformed into a matchbox, how awesome was this spell, you could take something with you that you didn't want to leave behind and you could fit it in your pocket. Angel admired her work for a few more minutes before she used the finite spell and picked up the cans and put them back into her bag, now she had somewhere else to go.