SOooOOOOOOOoooooo it would make perfect sense to teach Derf to iron clothes in the laundry room, right?

Yeah, NOOOO.

Lucas thought it was TOO LIKELY there'd be unpleasant professors people could be snooping around OR people Lucas just didn't feel like dealing with OR house elves, which he also didn't feel like dealing with because he loooowkey didn't believe in keeping house elves around so...

So.

Here he was. In the broom closet he told Derf to meet him in. He was armed with some very wrinkly clothes, some hangers, and his wand. It was a little tight, but Lucas didn't mind. He liked the privacy of the broom closet and supposed they could be more candid about things here anyway. And...Lucas had a small gift for the Hufflepuff prefect that he didn't want any ahem mean professors bystanders to see.

Derf was a bit of a mess. At least more so than usual. His mum and dad had charmed the majority of his clothing to resist staining and such given the nature of their son and his, er, inclination towards mud...but wrinkles and such had never really been on the agenda. The rules of wearing a crisp uniform at all times did not phase the Hufflepuff - it seemed reasonable enough to him and he hardly cared about what he was wearing enough to stir up TOO much of a fuss for the most part. Exceptions made in creature dealings only. So he was relieved when Lucas had offered to teach the fretting Hufflepuff and he was even MORE relieved when it was suggested they do so in the broom cupboard.

He reckoned the house elves would not take well to seeing students practicing something that was, technically, in their wheelhouse to perform as part of their assigned tasks within the school. May have even ironed their hands or ears in shame.

But yes, Derf was a bit of a disheveled mess as he had somewhat haphazardly thrown himself together after a quick morning shower post S.O.R.E. Perhaps TOO haphazardly as even his hair was sticking up all over the place, giving himself a bit of an erinaceous appearance. Which some, he supposed, would consider cute - though he lacked the adorable dark beady eyes of the spiny mammal.

His own laundry in a bag flung over his shoulder, Derf peeked into the broom cupboard. "Hiya," he greeted, pulling the door fully open and stepping inside. "Thanks in advance for, you know, helping a bloke out with this."

He hadn't waited too long before the Hufflepuff showed up. Lucas smiled when Derf slipped inside. "Hey. Your hair...is.....spiky." He gave a thumbs up and smirked a bit as he chuckled. "You look like you just rolled out of bed, mate." Lucas' silky hair never stuck up like that; it didn't have the ability to unless he sprayed it with something. It was limp and lifeless, almost. Lucas, on the contrary, looked as neat as a student could be after running in the morning, his uniform crisp and perfect.

"No problem. It's not too hard. I prefer steaming my clothes because...well, it makes it look more naturally crisp instead of...flat, like an ironing spell might do." He shrugged a bit. "So first... hang whatever garment on a hanger. Or have it levitate, depending on your skills." Lucas gave his wand a wave and mumbled the spell to get his uniform shirt to float a few feet in the air. He gestured for Derf to do the same. "I have some hangers if you need them." He whipped one out of his own laundry bag and pretended to jab at Derf like it was a sword. YAAAA! His own shirt was hanging on a hanger as Lucas levitated it.

Ahem, silliness was allowed still, yes? Lucas would dread the day it became illegal to fool around.

Huh? Oh...yeah. His hair was, well, yeah. "Didn't really make any attempt at taming it," he chuckled while giving it a bit of a ruffle...which only added to to problem. "You look..........clean," he noted. Cleaner than Derf could ever hope to appear, honestly.

Oh...so they were doing this magically then. Oh boy. For some reason Derf had thought they would be doing this manually...which would have raised less concern and chance for him fudging something up terribly. But now...magically. Lucas was still somewhat new around here and had not completely had the opportunity to see what the Hufflepuff and his fwooper core wand were capable of. No time like the present for a crash course in fire safety though, right?

"Uh...right..on a hanger..." Pulling his clothes out of the bag, he set the pile on a small bench in the corner and twisted to avoid the jab of the hanger in his direction. Though he did have a good laugh about it and could appreciate Lucas' light hearted nature. Wrinkled and tangled, his uniform looked almost more like a pile of used bandages rather than clothing someone would wear. Without the blood, of course. That had been replaced by mud. Hanging his shirt up did not help matter much either, the wrinkles causing the hem to coil at an odd angle and the sleeves looking like disgruntled wet noodles.

His trousers, well, Ian's cat had taken to sleeping on them as they lay in a pile at the foot of his bed...so they were covered in cat fur while also being wrinkly.

"Okay. Done!" he announced once his things were hanging up on hangers suspended in the air by magic. Tada!

Nathan needed a place he could hide his most prized prank items within close vicinity of the Great Hall. He had a couple of -broom cleaning products- that he had spiked with Bulbadox powder and stink pellets. If anyone questioned him, he was just using this room to clean his broom for his upcoming Quidditch games. Good thing he was made seeker this term, eh?

Time to leave.

The Hogsmeade weekend notice had gone up, it was happening. Foster hurried across the entryway, desperate to find a secluded place, and laid eyes on the broom cupboard. "Perfect" he whispered under his breath. His outstretched hand grabbed the handle, and with one final glance around to be sure no one was watching, he slipped inside.

His heart was beating much more rapid than usual, and it took him a few deep breaths to steady his hands. All the work, all the planning, it was finally going to happen. He pulled out the coin and his wand. The coin rested in his right hand, ready to do his bidding. His wand pointed at the coin as he gave a little flick and whispered "Hogsmeade, March 16." The letters and numbers on the coin began to move, forming the message he commanded. He closed his right hand around the warmth, hoping that all involved were receiving the message as planned.

Just as quickly and quietly as he entered the broom cupboard, Foster pocketed his coin and exited before casually continuing on to the Great Hall.