Open RP: Trick or treat... or just trick.

[makeminemayday]

May had just gotten out of the shower after a workout, and was perusing her closet when she overheard the WART broadcast. She smirked when her request was played and as she puttered around, the smirk became devious.

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[signedwithahat]

Since Trilby's room was located in Slytherin, which was located in a dungeon, leaving his window open would have quite a feat. However, his room was not warded because he didn't know how. Additionally, the door was standing open. He had stretched a thin, nearly invisble bit of fishing line across it, just above the ground, that would ring a cowbell should anyone touch it.

He was studying a book he'd picked up in the library (on using one's wand; he couldn't help but equate it to things less pure as he read) at his desk, with his back facing the door. He was listening for his little cowbell to warn him of intruders. He also had a suitcase (closed) containing a diamond necklace on a gold chain (stolen) and £400 (also stolen) wrapped up in his clothes.

[makeminemayday]

Ordinarily, the trip wire would have deterred intruders. The only flaw was that it assumed intruders would be using the floor.

There were no such tripwires on the ceiling, which was why May had very little difficulty. Homestar had made a similar mistake (although he was far, far more obvious).

She crept silently across the threshold and paused, examining the contents of the room. Either this guy was naive and stupid (which she doubted, this was Slytherin after all), or he, like the fire-throwing guy, had a few tricks up his sleeve as well. Probably a wand. The suitcase was the most obvious target, and the most likely to be booby-trapped.

So instead of reaching down to get it, she fired a web-line at the handle, to see if she could lift it up that way. Oh, she could lift it - the tensile strength of the web-fluid could handle two people - but if it was trapped in some way, she didn't much feel like losing a hand.

[signedwithahat]

In fact, Trilby had not trapped his suitcase, as he was not paranoid about such things. (The trip wire on the door notwithstanding, but his paranoia was wholly focused on the spirit of the DeFoe boy coming back to finish him off.) Instead, all items of actual value were put away in their hiding places at his London apartment. The contents of his suitcase were of little value to him in the great grand scheme of things, though he was loath to lose his hard-earned profits. Besides, there was a certain humor to having one's stolen goods stolen.

It should, however, be noted that he was keeping a distracted eye on it, and if Mayday didn't move a little faster, he would catch her.

[makeminemayday]

May had become particularly adept with web-shooters, and was thus fairly good at snagging and yanking. Once the suitcase was snagged and nothing chomped the line or tried to set it on fire (hey, it was Hogwarts, who knew?) she immediately yanked the web-line in, pulling with enough quick force to bring the suitcase up to snatch it out of the air and immediately dive for the door.

Fast? Yes. Quiet? With the speed required, probably not.

[signedwithahat]

At the noise, Trilby dropped his book and whirled around just in time to see something black scuttle through the top half of the door. A quick glance toward the bed: yes, his suitcase was gone. He charged into the hall, yanking over the cowbell and nearly killing himself on the fishing line as he did so, to see...Spider-Man...apparently...climbing along the ceiling away from him.

He nodded calmly and called, "Can I at least get my clothes back?" before returning to his room to set up his cowbell again.

[makeminemayday]

Had he said that out loud, May would have probably been a bit offended - hello, spandex, no way you could mistake her for male.

The only response he received was a laugh - a decidedly female and malicious laugh - as she rounded the corner and skittered out of sight.