"Thats gold!"

[Matilda Wentworth]

[Abigail / Tianne / Open!]

"Okay, Tee, remember the signal." Matty paused for a moment, waiting for the friend to turn to look at her. When she did, the Hufflepuff made the "thats gold" motion with her two hands. Tianne then followed suit, by making the same signal with her own hands, and nodding in return. A wide grin spread across Matilda's face, as she picked up one of the two heavy bags that sat across from her on the ground. She pushed it to wards Tianne, the top opening a crack, to reveal the contents of the bags; bombs. Alright, don't freak out, they weren't real bombs. Not even dung bombs in fact. Or paint bombs. So, what on the name of Merlin, you ask, were they kinds of bombs? Well, theres only one answer for that; magical bombs.

So originally, Matilda had become aware of these kinds of tricks, through her old friend Krissy; previous heal girl, quidditch captain, and known prankster. It had been in one of the various attacks her old house mate had launched, that the teenager learned of the substances. It put it long story short, the bombs created illusions. More so fogs, glitter, powder, and figures. There were assorted coloured bombs, each about the side of a golf ball, and the weight of a tennis ball, coated in different colours. The shades represented the main colour of the bomb. The ones that appeared sparkly were sparkle bombs, and when thrown, and ultimately, exploded, would conjure a massive cloud of sparkling dust. The sorbet coloured bombs were merely powder bombs, and when they exploded, would form a massive cloud of fog-like dust to prevent the victim from seeing through it very well. And the other, pale coloured bombs with small pictures on them? Well, they were the illusions. Some had small cartoons of ships, or dancers, or animals. When thrown, the bombs evaporated and would further make the set illusion out of the clouds of dust. In fact, there were even a couple of small fire crackers thrown into the mixture.

Okay, so by now, you could rightly assume that Matilda and Tianne had something up their sleeves. They had put the money together for this prank during the holidays, and now each had a hefty stash of the bombs to create some mischief in school. Originally, the girl had thought about the time that she had been bombed by dung bombs, and the victors thought it to be hilarious. Truth being, Matty was that slack, and knew the smell of dung stunk like nothing else. So, powder and glitter it was. It was even simple to clan off with a spell, and wouldn't stain skin, hair or clothes, thankfully. So with everything ready, the Hufflepuff girl gave a short nod to her Ravenclaw buddy, watching the older girl pick up the bag, and lug it over to her hiding spot in the courtyard. Matilda picked up her own pack, before heaving it onto her back as she struggled to climb the biggest tree in the courtyard. She concealed herself behind the thickest branch, situating the pack in a wedge so that she had easy access.

Now, all the two had to do was wait. They had planned their positions, timing, and limits well. It was afternoon, so at least the sun wasn't catching them out at first glance. Not too many bombs, enough for a few more pranks ahead of them. But not too little, so that the illusion would be ruined, leaving the person able to merely walk out. In all truth, as much as they wanted to get a laugh out of it, they also wanted the 'victim' to walk out with a smile on their face. It wasn't a nasty prank, but just a 'pull your leg' sort of one. Heck, they, even planned to give a couple of bombs to each person they targeted. Well, Matty did, anyway. The teenager's green eyes surveyed the yard, as she glanced around for anyone approaching.

Oh, yeah. Never trust a pair of girls with a sense of humor, and brains.