[Action- What Hogwart's Totally Responsible Head Boy/Girl did at the party]
John Paul loved many, many things in life. He loved Hogwarts, he loved butterbeer. He loved casting Balatus when popping in on detentions and hearing students bleat like sheep~ He loved the professors and taking care of the fledgling witches and wizards of the school's hallowed halls and he loved, most of all, having a smashing good time.
Which was occasionally against the very rules he was meant to uphold but did the Boy Who Lived always adhere to every stipulation thrown at him?
Did Arthur Kirkland hate all things jubilant and bright?
Of course.
So it was that after setting up his hidden 'cameras' in every corridor he had the patience to bug, Head Boy/Girl Key gleefully left the supervision of the Hufflepuff dormitories to Prefect Wilm and went about his merry way. A pleasant task, sneaking off to the Gryffindor quarters, made more pleasant still by his house mate meeting him at a half point for a good (he mentally tallied this) fifteen seconds' worth of macking. They walked hand in hand from there and if they separated at all for the rest of the night, it was only likely long enough for John to tussle someone's hair or playfully threaten them with an absurd list of punishments if they told anyone he'd made an appearance. "I'm here to supervise."
No one dared challenge that. Granted, if they'd tried to interrupt the pair stuck fast to the darkest recesses of the commons, they likely would have found themselves suddenly Stupefyed.
There came a point when the little totem in his pocket started to buzz, alerting him to misconduct observed by his charms, and it was then the lad reluctantly bid his fellows adieu. Rajiv tugged along in his wake, they stumbled along together chuckling and giddy until he left Rajiv near the entrance to the Hufflepuff tower and made his own journey down the barren halls of the castle.
If the rowdy second year Ravenclaw he apprehended mentioned anything about the bruises all up and down John's neck and jaw line, he didn't really pay it any mind.]
Which was occasionally against the very rules he was meant to uphold but did the Boy Who Lived always adhere to every stipulation thrown at him?
Did Arthur Kirkland hate all things jubilant and bright?
Of course.
So it was that after setting up his hidden 'cameras' in every corridor he had the patience to bug, Head Boy/Girl Key gleefully left the supervision of the Hufflepuff dormitories to Prefect Wilm and went about his merry way. A pleasant task, sneaking off to the Gryffindor quarters, made more pleasant still by his house mate meeting him at a half point for a good (he mentally tallied this) fifteen seconds' worth of macking. They walked hand in hand from there and if they separated at all for the rest of the night, it was only likely long enough for John to tussle someone's hair or playfully threaten them with an absurd list of punishments if they told anyone he'd made an appearance. "I'm here to supervise."
No one dared challenge that. Granted, if they'd tried to interrupt the pair stuck fast to the darkest recesses of the commons, they likely would have found themselves suddenly Stupefyed.
There came a point when the little totem in his pocket started to buzz, alerting him to misconduct observed by his charms, and it was then the lad reluctantly bid his fellows adieu. Rajiv tugged along in his wake, they stumbled along together chuckling and giddy until he left Rajiv near the entrance to the Hufflepuff tower and made his own journey down the barren halls of the castle.
If the rowdy second year Ravenclaw he apprehended mentioned anything about the bruises all up and down John's neck and jaw line, he didn't really pay it any mind.]