When an Ink Bottle gets Bland...

[Damian Piper]

...one must find something more flashy to lob at someone's head.

It had begun mostly with simple boredom, fueled by an odd but unquestioned need to disfigure something, and the lack of having a mortal target around larger than a screech owl. What it was now with fifteen minutes past was the need to claim the head of the Headmistress' gargoyle, the lack of a sufficient method to manage such a feat, and Damian's brain running near empty on ideas. He'd tried pulling, shoving, yelling, begging, kicking (repeatedly), cursing, banging, hexing, jinxing, and pretty much everything basic. Next on the list was explosives but he wasn't all too certain on just how to get those, yet alone just how to use them without turning himself into a literal bloody mess.

After that, well, it would require research and he would probably lose interest very fast simply because mortal souls inhabited the library of Hogwarts on a regular basis. They generally slept, snored and practically begged to be mocked or become belittled and he had no qualms with granting either request. For now however the sixth year took a step back, to an outsider it would appear to be an odd dysfunction of his general snobbish nature, to him it was a temporary goal that until he got bored of trying; he would try his hardest to accomplish. If he succeeded he had a new paperweight, if not chances were he'd have a months worth of detention, a handful of cat scratch equivalents and a frustrated/seething brain repeatedly screaming at him to sod off.

He could live with either outcome in the end, he wouldn't really prefer the latter but he could live with it. Right now, he wanted that head for a paperweight and that was the end of the matter. Besides, the thing looked right ugly as a whole statue anyway.

"Hm...could just buy the thing and dismember it later...but a sledge, a chisel and a silencing charm might work too...it will take longer but it beats everything else I've been futilely trying..." Came the voice of the boy who probably could probably simply buy the gargoyle off of Raynor for some amount of galleons. But where really was the conquest if he bought it? Was there even one to consider if she allowed such a thing? The school needed another sport besides quidditch and gobstones, and something told Damian that Raynor wouldn't buy the idea of a property defacing club with a blank check...

he didn't know why though. Oh well, best go find that chisel...

(Raynor/Open)

[Deaf Crevice]

Deaf stood not two far down the hall leaning against the cool wall watching the boy. He had been standing there for some minutes just watching him and he hadn't even noticed he had been so intent on trying to break the gargoyle, though he didn't have the faintest clue why. He had been on his way up to one of the towers where he could be alone to practice his magic tricks when he had come across this boy, he had watched for a few moments, expecting the boy to notice him, and when he did not he had decided to stay and watch the show. He was deeply intrigued, why on earth would he want to break a random statue? Why had it not broken yet; he had broken more important things than a statue with not half as much effort.

When the boy started talking to himself it stole into his mind maybe their was something wrong with this boy. When the boy started to turn around Deaf pushed away from the wall and continued his walk down the hall like he had just turned the corner a second ago. He slowed down as he came close, quickly examining the boy.

“Hello.” He said brightly and raised his hand in a brief greeting wave. “I couldn’t help but overhear you saying something about a sledge and a chisel and I am quite interested.”

[Tamis Raynor]

The young man was nothing if not persistent.

And, after witnessing seven minutes worth of his antics, the Headmistress had to admit that she was quite impressed. It was a daunting display of both magical and creative talent, weaving the two into combinations that were both astounding and at the same time intriguing. Even Raynor would not have thought of some of the things he cooked up in his plight – that was because they would have never worked, but that was beyond the point. He got points for ingenuity alone.

He was quick to temper when his attempts failed, but that was youth.

The Professor had her arms crossed under her breast as she leaned casually on the wall directly opposite of the entrance to her office and where the Slytherin boy was enveloped in his impossible task. And it was impossible really. The school had many ancient magics protecting it and the office he was trying to breech was tied to almost every last one of them. So involved was he that he lacked to notice her, a mere seven feet of hall width separating them, half-obscured in the shadow of a pillar.

So did, apparently, the young Deaf Crevice of Ravenclaw house. He too seemed far more entranced in what the young man was up about to bother searching the surroundings for the semi-hidden Headmistress.

One of her eyebrows arched inquisitively into the air at Crevice’s proclamation.

Property destroying was becoming a popular art indeed. Had Piper put words to his proposition on a club, Raynor might have seriously considered it. That way, at least, there would be some control over what was demolished. Tamis was quite fond of a few prized articles in the school, but some of the others… she would conveniently not noticed if they unexpectedly vanished.

Best to step in before they actually did take those claims seriously. She did need to get into that office.

“I’m afraid he’s not for sale, Mr. Piper. However, did you think of trying the Vanishing Charm simultaneously with a Diffindo? It would take some practice, but might work.”

She spoke up at last, as if she were discussing what she had for breakfast that morning; finally revealing her position.

Had she ever met the Slytherin Sixth year before her personally? No, she had not. But she most certainly knew he was. Or rather, who his father was.

[Deaf Crevice]

As soon as he realized the Headmistress was their a guilty look swept across his face. However his guilt did not last long because the she seemed good-tempered and was not exploding with rage at the older boy for trying to demolish the statue. A nervous grin replaced that guilty look and he quickly bowed a little in greeting. "Hello, Headmistress." He tried to say in a very polite way but it came out more rushed and mumbled. After that he was silent, waiting to see how the older boy would react to her showing up.

[Damian Piper]

Yes obtaining the sledge was a simple matter, but he still needed a chisel. Where the hell was he supposed to find a chisel in a school of magic? It wasn't exactly the kind of thing the groundskeeper would carry around, nor the caretaker. Where. The hell. Did he get. A chisel?! It was so infuriating that his only option that had immediate results and didn't take several days to brew also had to be so...muggle... Ergh!

“Hello. I couldn’t help but overhear you saying something about a sledge and a chisel and I am quite interested.”

A witness?!

Damn!

The voice was squeaky, young, male, a first year by obvious process of elimination, didn't he have classes he was supposed ot be in or a mother to write to? Why the devil did he have to be here at this specific moment? A smug little smirk appeared on the sixth years lips as his thoughtful agitation slowly grew further in size. "What you heard was nothing, what you're interested in, is nothing. Why don't you go...run along and steal a broom or something?" Truth be told the results would probably be far more productive than anything he would accomplish here but...

"I’m afraid he’s not for sale, Mr. Piper. However, did you think of trying the Vanishing Charm simultaneously with a Diffindo? It would take some practice, but might work."

Raynor?!

Double-damn!

The sixth year did nothing, well, nothing except shove the beady-eyed first year another two feet away from him and actually consider the woman's suggestion. No, he hadn't considered that but he did store it in his brain for later. Now, back to the important things, like why he moved the boy. It was quite simple really, h was in his personal bubble and there was no way he was sharing credit with a brat who decided to appear at his side like some curious krup. He didn't like krups.

"Headmistress." The Slytherin began, turning around and pocketing his wand as he did so. The last thing he wanted was to be hexed by Raynor and possibly turned into a gargoyle. "I was only planning on doing you a favor..." Another pause. "I could replace it, you know, with something a bit less...tacky?"

True he only wanted the head of the stupid thing and that alone weighed a good twenty pounds. He wasn't sure at all as to just what he would do if she agreed to surrendering the whole thing to him, and yet but all the effort he had wasted for the past several minutes it was now a goal for him to achieve before his time in these wals was done. A graduation checklist if you will. Normally lists of his compilation would get him expelled, or retained...

he was quite confident, if not overly so, that he would not have either circumstance come to pass over him.