Hades Takes a Poopsie
Name(s): K, Sheik, Hades (Random Circumstance)
Location: The third floor bathroom
Week: 41
Time: Monday evening, after dinner
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
The bathroom seemed to be empty, completely devoid of all those nasty little miscreants that had the oh so unfortunate tendency to bother him with their whining. Honestly, there was always a 'can you teach me this' or a 'I need help with this homework' or 'please don't set me on fire, Professor Hades I promise I won't sneeze again' flittering in his ear like a nasty sort of gnat that he just wanted to squash with a rolled up newspaper.
Speaking of papers, Hades had finally managed to pry a copy of The Daily Prophet away from one of those snivelling little first years and was now more than happy to take some quiet time to himself- you know, relax, read a few headlines, and, of course, get rid of that heavy pudding that he ate during dinner.
Yet again casting a precursory eye about the bathroom, Hades inched towards the first empty stall, smirking as he locked the door behind him and used his free hand to hike up his robes.
He settled on the toilet, giving a small, almost happy exhale from his nostrils as he thumbed the paper to the Lifestyles section and--
BAM!!!
He jerked, yowling in frustration when he felt cold water splashing onto his rather exposed bottom as he slipped into the toilet bowl, the paper flying into the air like an owl that hit a fan.
"WHAT-?!" He bellowed, his blue hair darkening to red as the stall itself seemed to seal around him.