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| | Term 60: January - April 2022 Term Sixty: Crash, Smash, Bitterwood (Sept 2106 - June 2107) | 
12-20-2021, 01:51 AM
| | |  Boys' Bathroom
 This bathroom is intended for use by the young men of the school only. Just like the girls' restroom on the second floor, this restroom contains a large sink and a number of stalls. Luckily for you, boys, Moaning Myrtle isn't known for haunting this loo and it will not take you directly down to the Chamber of Secrets. Even so, there is one major downfall: Peeves. He likes to steal the toilet paper in the stalls, so go about your business quickly.
If you are ever in need of extra toilet paper or a towel dispenser needs to be restocked, there is a small cupboard across from the sinks containing all of the bathroom necessities you could ever need. Do the caretaker a favour and keep this restroom clean and in tact. It takes a lot of work to keep the place smelling of fresh lemon, so please refrain from using the last stall -- the toilet will randomly blow up while you are sitting on it. And please refrain from removing the toilet seats and taking them home with you as souvenirs for your younger siblings. Those aren't cheap, you know!
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It was not the first time Atlas had gotten himself into a predicament and it certainly wouldn't be the last. At least this time it was harmless and did not include any explosions. What it did include, however, was a broken golden snitch had had been keeping in his small junk box under his bed. He had been tinkering with it, trying to remove the wings and check to see if something was loose there and THAT was why it still wouldn't fly, when some twist of the screw or here and there was something that clicked into place and ... well ... now it was all tangled up in his blonde hair.
Which explained why he was currently leaning over a sink and trying to get the stupid thing OUT of his hair. Problem being that the snitch kept trying to zig and zag and YANK on his hair. It was just a ruddy mess at this point with more and more of his hair getting knotted up and caught in the wings of the snitch.
"...would you just STOP moving?!" he groaned.
He really hated quidditch.
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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie  Just...don't. Don't ask. Just...yeah.
It was not the first time Atlas had gotten himself into a predicament and it certainly wouldn't be the last. At least this time it was harmless and did not include any explosions. What it did include, however, was a broken golden snitch had had been keeping in his small junk box under his bed. He had been tinkering with it, trying to remove the wings and check to see if something was loose there and THAT was why it still wouldn't fly, when some twist of the screw or here and there was something that clicked into place and ... well ... now it was all tangled up in his blonde hair.
Which explained why he was currently leaning over a sink and trying to get the stupid thing OUT of his hair. Problem being that the snitch kept trying to zig and zag and YANK on his hair. It was just a ruddy mess at this point with more and more of his hair getting knotted up and caught in the wings of the snitch.
"...would you just STOP moving?!" he groaned.
He really hated quidditch. Heading down from the music classroom, her mind fully on the piano that she had no hope of playing, Ingrid was lost in her own thoughts of the different keys and the complicated progressions that they took in order to make the music that she really wanted to be able to play. Sure, she could use magic but somehow that always felt like cheating. It was the same with most of the things in life that she could use magic for but chose not to. Like her clothes designs or her poor attempts at actually sewing, it could be done using magic but that was the easy way out and she did nothing the easy way.
As she walked down the corridor, her eyes on the cold stone floor, her ears perked up for a moment as she heard a voice echoing down the corridor coming from the…boy’s toilets? Continuing down because she was being nosy and wanted to hear what was going on the stairs down were this way anyway, her eyes widened as she got closes to the door and heard a load groan and a few mumbled words about something not staying still. Staring at the door for, her eyes wandered up to the sign which indicated that she was in fact standing in front of the boy’s toilets, her face instantly contorted into a confused and somewhat disgusted look.
What on earth is going on in there?
Ingrid hesitated for a moment, weighing up what she should do. Did she really want to get herself involved with whatever was going on in there? The short answer was no. Not really. But…did she feel obligated to help someone who was clearly in need of help? Begrudgingly so it seemed.
“Uhhh…hello? Are…you okay in there? Do I need to call a teacher?” she called out towards the slight gap in the door. "Or the school nurse?" adding at the end as she stood outside the door, he slight frame half turned towards the stairs and half towards the door.
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