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*whistles* MUST FIND!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For the second ingredient, Ronan had gone somewhere a little unorthodox: the boys' dorms. They had peppermint in their potions supplies, right? He was looking anyway. Opening random trunks, throwing things onto the floor all around, looking for that plant. "Must find. Must find. Must find. MUST FIND!" |
Fiyero dashed up the stairs to his dorm to grab a spare quill for his next class. He blinked, looking around the room. "WHAT THE FLYING FWOOPERS HAPPENED IN HERE?!?!" It looked like a tornado had ripped through the room! All the beds had been unmade, and there were clothes strewn everywhere. Jelly slugs, every-flavor beans, and other various candies littered the floor. Fiyero inwardly groaned. Apparently somebody had finally found his candy stash... and that wasn't all they found. All his back issues of Quidditch International had been ripped apart, their pages scattered. The rose plant Professor Myers gave him at the start of the term - the one he'd worked hard to keep alive - had been overturned and stomped on, but that wasn't even the worst part! Fiyero's heart dropped when he saw his prized poster of the Ballycastle Bats torn in half, the pieces dangling limply from the wall behind his bed. It had been a souvenir from one of the many Quidditch matches he'd attended with his family; his grandpa even got all seven members of the team to autograph it for him. His lip trembled as he struggled not to cry. Just wait until he got his hands on whoever did this! His eyes darted around.the room in search of the culprit, but he didn't see anybody. What a coward! Fiyero thought angrily. What kind of person completely trashes the place and just runs?! Whoever it was, Fiyero would have to deal with them later; now he had more.pressing matters to attend to... like.fixing his stuff. Sighing exaspertedly, he pulled out his wand. "Reparo." The spell had fixed the rip in his poster but the figures weren't moving like they should be. Oh, well... he supposed it would do for now. He scooped what was left of his ruined plant back into the pot. Maybe Professor Myers could help him fix it... but somehow he doubted it. Picking up his plant, his poster, and whatever else he could salvage (just in case the culprit decided to come back), he stormed out of the room to find Professor Myers. |
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