Connor Manning
Head Boy
Slytherin Seventh Year Quidditch Captain
something in the way
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Post by Connor Manning on Aug 10, 2008 18:29:24 GMT -5
As long as it wasn't anything too serious, Connor was always up for some trouble. Luck hadn't been on his side when he had decided to dive into some troubling schemes at his last school, so for the most part he had remained out of trouble at Hogwarts. He nodded slightly, wonder what it was the girl had in mind. He hoped it would be interesting, something to just stir things up for a bit of fun. With the exception of some small happenings around the school, there wasn't much going on. " Anything in particular you're thinking? " He questioned, his curiosity taking over for a moment as he asked what had been on his mind.
Ah, only child. He had suspected as much and smiled slightly in response. He had some cousins as well, some were annoying and others were alright. It depended on the occasion for them visiting, usually. He grinned at the jest, and the idea of someone actually framing Delilah for catching the common room on fire. " Well, first they would need a reason to frame you, and that would be the real question, I'd think. " He didn't really think anyone would want to frame the girl for anything, but than again what did he know.
" Ah, change from the monotony, makes sense to me. " Connor said, watching as the bird flew over, took the plate from him, and hovered in the air in the middle of the room. He hesitated, his wand poised in the air he gave Delilah a skeptical look. " Are you sure about this? "
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Delilah Morine
Head Girl
Slytherin Seventh Year
i wish you well on this trip to find yourself
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Post by Delilah Morine on Aug 12, 2008 14:35:57 GMT -5
She shrugged, "Oh, nothing too harmful," she said, smirking, "just a bunch of Slytherins picking on the other houses..." She pondered this further, "Maybe some... fun weapons." She said, smirking really big right now. Oh the things the Snakes could do to the other houses. And with Connor as Prefect, they could get away with it. It wasn't like she wanted to hurt anyone, just have some fun. And the other houses would be more than welcome to fire back. It'd be a nice break from all the studying everyone seemed to be doing. Besides, what could be better than explosions?
Delilah grinned, " Well, first they would need a reason to frame you, and that would be the real question, I'd think. " She laughed lightly, "Ah, well, the reason could be as simple as them not wanting to get caught." She said, picturing the situation in her little head, "You know, being in the right place at the wrong time..." She shrugged, just throwing it out there. She came back to reality, rather than just picturing things, and watched as the owl moved from the room to outside.
" Are you sure about this? " She shrugged, "Only if you're up to it..." She said, in a slightly challenging voice, grinning. She turned her eyes away from him, watching the bird as it made it's loops and rounds, it hooted with glee. A new player to the game, this should be interesting.
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Connor Manning
Head Boy
Slytherin Seventh Year Quidditch Captain
something in the way
Posts: 737
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Post by Connor Manning on Aug 14, 2008 14:34:33 GMT -5
Now that the girl brought it up, the idea of pulling a couple of good pranks on the other houses did sound rather fun to the Prefect. " As long as it's nothing too harmful or permanent, I see no reason object. " It would actually be a pretty awesome way to get the houses together for a pranking party of sorts. " Paint bombs are always fun... " He mentioned with a somewhat devilish smile lighting up his features. He wasn't sure if, as prefect, he was supposed to condone those types of things, but if it was harmless, he really didn't think there would be any problems with it.
Connor shook his head slightly as he laughed, answering back, " Ah, right. A victim of circumstance, I see what you're saying. Then you would have to help me take down the person who framed you, because I wouldn't have any clue. " He nodded just slightly as he steadied his wand, following the owl's movements as it hovered in the middle of the room, the plate still clutched tightly in it's talons.
The boy wasn't one to back down from a challenge or dare, so he nodded his head slightly, and as if she owl could read his mind, at that exact moment it dropped the plate to the ground. He muttered the spell under his breath as he moved his wand around in the proper motions, watching as, just before the plate hit the ground, it shattered into hundreds of pieces. The owl, amazingly, didn't look alarmed at all. " You're right. That is kinda of fun. " He twirled his wand in his fingers before performing a ' reparo ' spell on the various shards and pieces of glass on the floor. It fixed itself back into the plate it had formerly been, looking as if it had never been broken at all. Connor summoned the plate and caught it in his left hand. " Here. " He said, handing it back to the girl. He probably didn't need to fix it, as it wasn't worth much if he had been destroying it for fun, but he felt the need to anyway. " So, what now? " He asked curiously, wondering if she had anything else up her sleeve.
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Delilah Morine
Head Girl
Slytherin Seventh Year
i wish you well on this trip to find yourself
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Post by Delilah Morine on Aug 15, 2008 10:58:02 GMT -5
Who couldn't help but smile evily as a Prefect agreed to cause mischeif? Honestly, it was the perfect plan. It's not like they'd be hurting anyone, it'd just be fun. Delilah nodded, "Paint bombs are good..." She said grinning, "And I'm sure there's more we could use." She said. She found it awesome that he, a Prefect, was actually cool with the whole thing. Honestly, she was a bit impressed. He was even breaking things now. She supposed a Slythering Prefect, was still a Slytherin in the end.
Delilah laughed, "But of course, I would take them down myself. Just don't punish me for what I do to them." She said, having fun with this. She wouldn't seriously hurt them, should this ever happen of course... She'd just prank them really good, and somehow, Delilah seemed to be good at this. She thought anyone could be if they put enough thought into it. But why someone would try to frame her for some sort of fire caused accident, she wasn't sure. But here, anything was possible.
" You're right. That is kinda fun. " Delilah grinned. Of course it was, breaking things was a blast. Ha ha, literally. She found it curious that he repaired the plate he broke though, he seemed to have good aim. For some reason, this made her wonder if he played Quidditch, he had a good eye. She loved Quidditch, and that's probably why she thought about this... But she was forced back to the present when Connor tried handing the plate back to her.
She took the plate gingerly, and placed it on the window sill. "So, what now? " Delilah laughed, What now indeed... She thought to herself, heading on over to the bad of goodies, otherwise known as things to break. "How about something bigger?" She said, eyeing the grandfather clock. She took her wand out, "Wingardium Leviosa." She said, with a swish and flick of course. The fairly large grandfather clock slowly rised out of the bag. She looked at Connor with one eyebrow raised, seeing if he was going to be up for this or not.
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Connor Manning
Head Boy
Slytherin Seventh Year Quidditch Captain
something in the way
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Post by Connor Manning on Aug 17, 2008 20:19:34 GMT -5
A school wide pranking event, how could he not agree to it? It had obviously been a while since Connor had gotten into some trouble himself, and something as harmless and entertaining as what Delilah was bringing up sounded like something they could pull off. " If you're in, I'm game. Maybe we could talk to the other houses and see what they think? Or are you proposing a more surprise type tactic? " The only question that would arise with that would be how to get everyone else out to wherever they would be pulling off all of these... pranks. He racked his brain for any other ideas and grinned with some plots he came up with.
He tried to imagine Delilah, in all her short glory, taking someone down. Connor pictured her opponent being a giant, clocking in at around nine feet tall or so. He figured she could take 'em down. " I'm not so sure I can guarantee that one. But I would tell the higher ups that you had good reasons, if that means anything. " He was always alright with helping a friend out. Still, it was kind of funny to imagine the whole scene.
The sixth year boy eyed the grandfather clock as she levitated it up into the air, waiting for him to make a move. She wanted him to bust that? He shrugged his shoulders, then remember his meeting with Dariusz in the common room the other day.
" Alright... " He said to her, waiting until the girl's spell stopped and the clock began to fall to the ground. Connor was tempted to let it fall, and just watch it fall. At the last second, though, he changed his mind and threw a spell towards the clock, sending it sailing towards the ground in its various pieces. " Ever met Dariusz Greenbaum, little third year? " He questioned her as he looked down at the broken clock with a slight melancholy feeling. The question might have seemed random to her, but it made a lot of sense to Connor at that moment.
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Delilah Morine
Head Girl
Slytherin Seventh Year
i wish you well on this trip to find yourself
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Post by Delilah Morine on Aug 18, 2008 17:14:09 GMT -5
Delilah began pondering of ways to pull of this... well, this prank day. "Hmmm... I was thinking a surprise event... you wouldn't believe how many people can be caught at one time, when the weather is nice." She said. The girl was thinking of something outside, something that no one would really have to clean up, and that way, should Professors be about that day, it would be less likely for them to get in trouble, maybe even in the Quidditch pitch... there was plenty of room there, and surely when people got injured, the mess was cleaned up easily. She caught Connor's grin, "Are you brewing any ideas?" She asked. Slytherins were supposed to be cunning afterall, what a great way to prove it.
" I'm not so sure I can guarantee that one. But I would tell the higher ups that you had good reasons, if that means anything. " Delilah nodded with a grin, "Of course that'd mean something, if it could lessen the trouble I'd be in anyways..." She said. The small girl was still wondering what it was he was thinking, he didn't really seem to share much. Hmm, perhaps it simply wasn't her place to know what was all going on inside the boy's head.
Her attention quickly changed to the Grand father clock in question though, and it was dropping to the floor. For a moment she thought he was simply going to let it fall... How boring. Delilah had her wand out and ready, and was about to stop the clock herself and do something more interesting with it, but then Connor made it burst into tiny pieces. Delilah looked up at Connor curiously, who? "I don't think so... are they in our house?" She questioned. If this person was of any importance, Delilah would rather know about them now, than later.
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Connor Manning
Head Boy
Slytherin Seventh Year Quidditch Captain
something in the way
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Post by Connor Manning on Aug 20, 2008 9:43:52 GMT -5
' when the weather's nice. ' His fellow sixth year and house mate had a very good point. For events like the quidditch games, nearly everyone showed up, vacating the castle for an hour or two for the big game. Every game was a ' big game ' for at least two of the Hogwarts Houses, and Connor tried to think of some other big event that would bring a lot of students outside at one time, besides just the good weather. When it was nice out, sure there were hordes of students gathering out doors, but they were generally rather spread out aomongs the courtyard, the quidditch pitch, and near the lake. Then there were the people who just wandered around the grounds.
All in all, the possibilites were endless. He smirked just slightly as Delilah asked him if he had any ideas... He turned to look out the window before looking back at the girl. " Well, I was thinking the courtyard. It's a contained place, and if we have something, some sort of... ' get together ' of sorts, it would be easy to attract people to the place. What do you think? " He asked, wanting to know if the girl thought his reasonings made sense. If not, he was always willing to throw them out and start anew. The Prefect couldn't help but shake his head with a light grin on his face, still playing over the idea of Delilah taking someone down for framing her. It was just a funny picture, simple as that. " I'll make sure to do my best. " He reassured her with a joking wink.
Connor stood still, looking over the broken pieces of the clock. Was it unfixable? Probably not, with the help of magic anything could be done. Well... just about anything. " Yeah, I met him on day in the common room, he was fixing a clock. Strange little fellow, nice though.. " He recalled Dariusz looking kind of awkward as he talked to him, but Connor wasn't sure if that was because he wasn't used to talking to older students or just because he wasn't used to being much of the conversationalist.
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Delilah Morine
Head Girl
Slytherin Seventh Year
i wish you well on this trip to find yourself
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Post by Delilah Morine on Aug 20, 2008 15:11:10 GMT -5
Delilah nodded, a get together would be a great idea. How they would go about it was another question, and Delilah smiled back at the boy when he winked at her. "I think it's a great idea!" She said as she pursed her lips in thought. It was really beginning to bother her now, just how could they go about this? "Maybe we could send out invitations for this little, 'get together', make them look really... inviting. And maybe let a few other people in on what we're doing." She said. A lot of excitement was in Delilah's voice now. This was actually going to happen! At least, she hoped it would. Something inside the girl said Connor would back out last second... It was second nature to Delilah now, to assume the worst, because the worst, usually happened to her.
The girl nodded, looking at the shattered little pieces everywhere, "Think he could fix this?" She asked, obvious sarcasm in her voice, and on her face where a smile was forming. She hadn't met this... what did he say? Fellow? Anyways, she hadn't met the boy, and from Connor's description, he didn't seem that important, nice, but not someone she really needed to know... Unless her clock was broken.
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