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alt_poppyAnd another April Fools nears its end.
Fortunately there was little permanent damage done to anyone. There was the usual flurry of activity after breakfast, lunch, and dinner, plus a few unfortunates who found themselves ambushed between classes.
There were the usual cases of bat bogeys, bulging eyeballs, cackling fits, cauliflower ears, swelling hexes, rubber necks -- and a fair few charms that cannot possibly have been executed as intended (because who would cast a hex to make hair grow on the backs of someone's knees? or make a person's vision go all yellow? or grow feathers on someone's ribcage? -- I think that one was meant to be wings, but I'm not certain).
Today I've seen purple-bellied Ravenclaws (they might not have realised except that the colour extended right up their throats to their ears!), twenty-fingered Hufflepuffs, Confunded Slytherins (slipped a potion in their pumpkin juice at breakfast, I gather), and all manner of altered and addled Gryffindors.
In fact, I've had to set warming charms in the ward because I can't yet close the windows after a certain group of first-year Gryffindors arrived here smelling very ripe indeed thanks to a masterfully applied Dung Drencher hex. I believe the lads may have lost points for arriving late to their afternoon Astronomy lesson; it's unfortunate that Professor Acton was not witness to the hexing because the young ladies who cast the spell might have won back those points for their House as reward for their proficiency -- quite beyond the usual first-year level.
To be honest, days like this (and Valentine's) make me glad that I will never again have to live through that age when affection and animus alike are so violently felt and expressed!
Addendum. The March inventory was, as expected, quite routine. New stores are arriving daily, which is exciting after such a long spell of making do and doing without.
Fortunately there was little permanent damage done to anyone. There was the usual flurry of activity after breakfast, lunch, and dinner, plus a few unfortunates who found themselves ambushed between classes.
There were the usual cases of bat bogeys, bulging eyeballs, cackling fits, cauliflower ears, swelling hexes, rubber necks -- and a fair few charms that cannot possibly have been executed as intended (because who would cast a hex to make hair grow on the backs of someone's knees? or make a person's vision go all yellow? or grow feathers on someone's ribcage? -- I think that one was meant to be wings, but I'm not certain).
Today I've seen purple-bellied Ravenclaws (they might not have realised except that the colour extended right up their throats to their ears!), twenty-fingered Hufflepuffs, Confunded Slytherins (slipped a potion in their pumpkin juice at breakfast, I gather), and all manner of altered and addled Gryffindors.
In fact, I've had to set warming charms in the ward because I can't yet close the windows after a certain group of first-year Gryffindors arrived here smelling very ripe indeed thanks to a masterfully applied Dung Drencher hex. I believe the lads may have lost points for arriving late to their afternoon Astronomy lesson; it's unfortunate that Professor Acton was not witness to the hexing because the young ladies who cast the spell might have won back those points for their House as reward for their proficiency -- quite beyond the usual first-year level.
To be honest, days like this (and Valentine's) make me glad that I will never again have to live through that age when affection and animus alike are so violently felt and expressed!
Addendum. The March inventory was, as expected, quite routine. New stores are arriving daily, which is exciting after such a long spell of making do and doing without.
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Date: 2009-04-02 12:33 am (UTC)I went lightly on them - five points total from Gryffindor, for being late, rather than than five points off each, or any such thing. Some charms hit harder than others - and it seems unfair to me to penalise them for needing your help (when I'm sure there was a line of students waiting for you, as well.) It is April Fool's, after all, and a little chaos is really to be expected.
When they explained what the charm was after class, I was certainly glad they'd been to see you first. My brother was quite good at Dung Drencher hexes in his school days, and it's certainly not a smell I care to be around any more, thank you.
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Date: 2009-04-02 02:20 am (UTC)I shall be quite pleased if we do not see a rash of Dung Drencher hexes now that someone's introduced it to the collective imagination. Unfortunately, this is one of those things that seems to inspire copycatting and paybacks.
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Date: 2009-04-02 01:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-02 02:16 am (UTC)This was largely for my own benefit, you know. Now we have these journals, it strikes me that it may be interesting next year (and thereafter) to look back and see what sorts of things the inmates got up to on days like this one.
Perhaps one day I shall write a paper on the sorts of mischief managed in magical institutions like our own.