Az was barely off the stairs and huddled in a safe spot when suddenly.. a loud noise filled the staircases and her hand dropped from her bloody nose.

"Holy Fwoopers. " She whispered out as she saw all of the owls start to race into the staircases! And then.. there was a giggle!! Just like the one she had heard by the Tapestry with Jace the other day!

The pain in her face suddenly took a backseat as she saw a rain of white start to fall down from above..

Wait was that...

Oh grossssssss! It was poop!!

Ewwwww! She peered through the droppings to see someone on the stairs.. Tenacius?

"Watch out!! It might be.." She yelled a little to late as she watch the Gryffindor slip...

Slippery!

She could care less about her bloody face right now as she made it carefully onto the stairs..

"Tenacius! Are you all right?" She called out as she slipped and slid her way towards him..

Frankie instantly nodded when Hady mentioned that he looked like he could use a nap. It was true. The aftermath of the exams exhausted him and made him hungry, which was a recipe for disaster. He needed sleep immediately, and then he needed a hearty meal in his stomach -- that was the secret to a happy, functioning Franklin Paton. "My last NEWT was Defence, so I gave it my all and then some."

It was essential to get top marks if he even wanted to step foot on Level Two of the Ministry.

But the photographing of a tired Frankie wasn't very essential. The blond managed to give a 'really?' face just in time. Now she would have that memory captured forever: June 2091. Franklin Maxwell Paton post-NEWTs: irritable, in desperate need of sleep and food.

Talk of summer was then being used as a distraction. It worked ... only a little. "I'm so ready. Have you made a list of places you want to go? I for sure want to go to Cairo and Bermuda."

He then reached for the camera without warning. If she was going to take pictures of him, it was only fair that he snagged a few of her. His hands were just about to take the camera from where hands when chaos ensued: hooting, giggling, and shouting.

"What the --"

SPLAT! An owl dropping landed right on top of his pretty blond hair.

The Head Boy couldn't decide if he wanted to burst out in anger or tears. So he just stood there staring at Hady, frozen as everything happened around him.

Brian was just going to head outside and enjoy the sunshine when he heard a load of commotion, so there he was, standing around on the moving staircase, staring straight at his Head-Boy-Boss-Person with an expression of complete and utter bewilderment. Oh, and the Head Girl too, he supposed. Since she was more likely to understand what was going on than he was.

Don't mind him overmuch. Just being the usual confused self. He'd run along soon enough. Probably sooner if someone would explain to him why Hermes had found it fitting to unleash poop on the Head Boy's head. And, well, just to be safe, he'd hold his folder above his head. Hair was important to Hufflepuff males, you see.

Nat had just been up with Tim and Lilly hanging around the seventh floor, but of course that ghost of a professor had to come be astronomy annoying so Nat said her goodbyes to her two best friends and headed down the stairs as quickly as she could. Astronomy confused her and having a ghost as a professor made it no better, especially that one. She wasn't sure, but that one truly creeped her out.


Rounding the corner of the steps to head down another flight she felt something wet.. .on.. her head.. "What the???" She put her hand to her hair just as more hit her.


OH MY GOD!!!!


OWL POOP!!! OWL POOP was in her hair. She was making a run for it. A run that landed her straight into Frankie. "What the hell is going on??" She grabbed his robes and the longer part of his arm over her head.


Sorry Frankie your robes were better for poop then her hair.

He flailed his arms like a windmill, completely out of balance-- but still thinking about bird poop and curly hair and how mortifying that would be. So of course the simple fact that hanging onto the railing didn’t occur to him before he felt his bum wham soundly against the stairs, and down he went, slipping and sliding like a slinky….

Ow.

He could hear people yelling, and one who called his name. He winced as he sat up, head still spinning, trying to figure out which way was up. His entire back and part of his curls was now covered in bird poop, but of course he didn’t know that. He turned his head and was filled with a vision of BLOOD.

Blood on Azura's face.

"I….. I'm fine" Well not really but a sore back seemed insignificant next to what he's seeing. "Az what happened to your face?" Her pretty face looking all ouchy. His gaze trailed towards where the other students were-- oh good Badge Brigade and Siren Superstar is right there. "Hey guys we got a bleeder!" he called out, achy arms waving at them.