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Week Name/Date/Time: ‘The Mistletoe Mishap’ / Tuesday, December 20th / 3:00 PM.
Location: Corridors Around Great Hall
Open to: ANYONE. That's how Troy rolls.
Currently Involving: Troy.
Troy Boy, you are a bonafide GENIUS. Why, this is what that spell was INVENTED for! Troy thought to himself as he swaggered through the halls, wand in one hand, aimed at a small festive bundle balancing in the air. Of course, it was a sprig of mistletoe, and he was holding the spell quite effectively. Usually his wand work was dreadful. It surprised Troy, in fact. He figured it must have been from intention of the spell or summat of the sort. Maybe it all depended if you WANTED it enough.
A Yuletide snog? Well, what boy DIDN'T want that?! After all, he WAS Troy Frogley. What bird wouldn't want to give him a nice festive kiss back?! In his mind, at least, he figured it was no fail. After all, his jumper that he had charmed to flash in bright blue letters "SNOG ME, IT'S MY BIRTHDAY" also made him feel better.
Yep. Troy Frogley was eighteen. Watch out, world, or at least whoever he bumped into. He began to sing a muggle Christmas song to himself, in his deep working-class voice, "DECK the 'alls with boughs of 'olly, FA LA LA LA LAAAAA. . ." It echoed nicely, if he did say so himself. And of course, he thought it to himself.
Location: Corridors Around Great Hall
Open to: ANYONE. That's how Troy rolls.
Currently Involving: Troy.
Troy Boy, you are a bonafide GENIUS. Why, this is what that spell was INVENTED for! Troy thought to himself as he swaggered through the halls, wand in one hand, aimed at a small festive bundle balancing in the air. Of course, it was a sprig of mistletoe, and he was holding the spell quite effectively. Usually his wand work was dreadful. It surprised Troy, in fact. He figured it must have been from intention of the spell or summat of the sort. Maybe it all depended if you WANTED it enough.
A Yuletide snog? Well, what boy DIDN'T want that?! After all, he WAS Troy Frogley. What bird wouldn't want to give him a nice festive kiss back?! In his mind, at least, he figured it was no fail. After all, his jumper that he had charmed to flash in bright blue letters "SNOG ME, IT'S MY BIRTHDAY" also made him feel better.
Yep. Troy Frogley was eighteen. Watch out, world, or at least whoever he bumped into. He began to sing a muggle Christmas song to himself, in his deep working-class voice, "DECK the 'alls with boughs of 'olly, FA LA LA LA LAAAAA. . ." It echoed nicely, if he did say so himself. And of course, he thought it to himself.