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Week Name/Date/Time: 'The Season Begins' / Sunday, November 27th / 2:20pm
Location: Corriders near Gryffindor Common Room
Open To: Mummy's Boy, then this Erik bloke
Currently Involving: Ophelia
Ophelia had really had far far enough. The beginning of the year had gone off swimmingly, all Lovey the Lion charmed on those stupid Gryffs window and the PUFFS ugly badger and getting back at that Erik bloke. But recently it had been HORRID. Apparently not only had the Lions been trying to prank back some of their own (which had gone rather horribly, Ophelia thought, ha on them), but this stupid Mallard and Vegetables business had been spreading to that irritating toeheaded furball of a 3rd-year Gryff and GIBBS of all people.
Yes, she'd had quite enough. This 5th year must be sought out and brought to justice. And now she had her very own accomplice. Taking a moment to expel a bout of cackling, Ophelia poked Hargreaves once more, having dragged him all the way up from the dungeons to reign sweet sweet justice upon the House of Blaringly Red and Distasteful Gold with her.
"Haaaaaargy, come now. We're just doing a little hunting, hm? All very healthy and manly, eh?" she preened, turning about in her robes and fluffing her hair before hiking her skirts and running up a set of stairs two be two.
Location: Corriders near Gryffindor Common Room
Open To: Mummy's Boy, then this Erik bloke
Currently Involving: Ophelia
Ophelia had really had far far enough. The beginning of the year had gone off swimmingly, all Lovey the Lion charmed on those stupid Gryffs window and the PUFFS ugly badger and getting back at that Erik bloke. But recently it had been HORRID. Apparently not only had the Lions been trying to prank back some of their own (which had gone rather horribly, Ophelia thought, ha on them), but this stupid Mallard and Vegetables business had been spreading to that irritating toeheaded furball of a 3rd-year Gryff and GIBBS of all people.
Yes, she'd had quite enough. This 5th year must be sought out and brought to justice. And now she had her very own accomplice. Taking a moment to expel a bout of cackling, Ophelia poked Hargreaves once more, having dragged him all the way up from the dungeons to reign sweet sweet justice upon the House of Blaringly Red and Distasteful Gold with her.
"Haaaaaargy, come now. We're just doing a little hunting, hm? All very healthy and manly, eh?" she preened, turning about in her robes and fluffing her hair before hiking her skirts and running up a set of stairs two be two.