Nineth shot

[little_shit]

[A throat clears lightly before James Bond coolly dictates]

To whomever it may concern:

While creative (if incredibly petty), your little prank does nothing to change the fact that Slytherin won and Ravenclaw lost. Were you truly expecting any other outcome to this match? We're simply better. If you truly want to "retaliate" start training for next year and stop bothering us. Maybe you'll actually have a fighting chance, then.

[Having said his piece he promptly snaps the journal closed and goes to breakfast.

As such there is a teenage James Bond walking into the dining hall. He's disguising his slight limp very well but there's no hiding the sling holding his arm against his chest. He's got a few bruises marring his face and who knows how many other injuries his robes are hiding but what his robes CAN'T hide is the fact that his luscious blonde locks are, for the moment, a hideously bright pink. He walks in and strolls to the Slytherin table like it ain't no thang, though. He doesn't even glance towards the Ravenclaw table, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of seeing him even remotely bothered by this childish prank.

He takes a seat and gives anyone already there a nod]

Morning.
((OOC: You can all blame Dairine for this one.))

And then a Dragon Showed Up

[courageous_wit]

[the grounds of Hogwarts seem fairly quiet today. Maybe everyone decided to spend the night at Hogsmeade, or they're catching up on homework, or even stuck in detention.

Until a roar is heard. A winged creature appears over the horizon, getting closer to the school. Yep, that's definitely a dragon. A big flame-spouting dragon. It may decide to fly over the forest looking for food, or dive into the lake for fish. When it gets tired it will roost on the towers, terrifying the poor Ravenclaws and Gryffindors.

The dragon doesn't seem interested in the students. If you actually bother to fight it you'll find that its hide is tough. It would take quite a few students performing a Stun spell to bring it down. Maybe you read something about its eyes being vulnerable? Hey, if you actually want to fight the thing then good luck to you! The fact that there isn't a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is really starting to sink in right about now]

[there will be no sections here so please indicate in your subject line where you are. I won't be NPCing the dragon so have fun!]

Tenth Toothmark

[quadro_dent]

[She knew she shouldn't have taken it. She knew it was a bad idea especially since Mistress hadn't told her to. But she knew that it was broken and Mistress was sad and wished that she could wear it. Sunny was sad when Mistress was sad and she wanted to help... even if that meant doing something that she hadn't been told to do... and taking something without permission.

She didn't see it as stealing, of course, since she wasn't taking it for herself. A house elf could never steal from their master or mistress, after all. She had taken it so she could fix it... not that she was actually very good at fixing things such as this but she could fix other things and there had to be a way, right? Right.

It was between meals and Sunny had some time to herself. Of course she was meant to use it to eat, herself, but this was more important. She is currently one of the tables in the empty Dining Hall with a locket on the table in front of her. There were some small tools nearby, the perfect size for her little hands and the delicate work she was trying to do. She stood on the bench so she could properly bend over the necklace and work on fixing that broken clasp.]

((OOC: Come bother House Elf Sunny!))