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 Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2016 8:53 am
 Nahuel nodded, he had noticed teachers more earlier in the morning. He would of course notice since he was one of the few students that was early to rise in the morning. He liked to get up and commune with nature before anyone was around to disturb him.
Nahuel loved the way Basil's mind worked. A small grin twitched at the corners of his mouth. "Oh yes, I know who you are talking about. Though we still have to get Trimble to give us a clue to who the student is that's causing her trouble. Or maybe He might know himself, ghosts do see more than we do. I know where he can be found. I also know something about him that others don't know. He might not seem to be the reasoning type but he can be bribed. I also happen to know something he really likes." Nahuel conspired with a small mischievous grin.
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2016 8:07 pm
"R-really?" It never occurred to Basil to bribe a ghost. Perhaps he figured that there was so little about the living world that they really could partake of that they would just not be interested in it. On the other hand, as they said, not all treasure was silver and gold. Maybe he liked something that you couldn't touch or taste; he was sure the same could be said for the peals of mean laughter that he conjured up for himself whenever he teased a student into shouting and blasting curses at him.
"That's perfect! If we can get him to cooperate with us, he can t-tease the bully into the kitchens, the bully picks on Trimble, and t-the other elves rise them up just in time for the t-teacher to see! We'll also have t-to make sure the teacher is in there already s-so they won't interrupt the bully."
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2016 8:53 pm
Nahuel nodded in response to Basil's questioning look. Most people might think the poltergeist was a mean, rude creature. Which was pretty much true. Peeves loved causing mayhem and pulling pranks on students and staff alike. So all he really had to do was let Peeve know that the students were talking about him behind his back and plotting to get back at him. Which was actually true.
He couldn't believe the two students actually thought they could get back at the poltergeist. There wasn't really anything that they could trap him in. Giving Peeves this information, along with the carving he had made of him might be enough to get him to help them. At least he hoped so. There was always the chance Peeves would just laugh in his face and disappear before he could tell him.
"Yes, I'll try to find him and have a talk with him this evening. I believe Professor Ilya is usually in the Great Hall first thing in the morning, He hates bullies and comes up with the worst punishments, or so I have heard." Nahuel replied with a grin. "
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2016 10:34 pm
Not knowing about his friend's uncertainty about whether or not Peeves would be willing to help them, Basil found himself a bit on awe of his new friend. He had never thought to ask the help of the ghosts for anything; he was shy enough communicating with living people; he couldn't imagine any ghost wanting anything to do with a small, quiet boy who's only point of interest was his name.
He thought hard for a moment about where one might find someone like Peeves. "I don't t-think he would come out just from calling; maybe he could be s-someplace spooky to scare people, or somewhere with l-lots of things to break?" It must be nice, he mused, to be a ghost and be able to hide so well from everything and everyone, even if it did make finding you such a chore. He had heard there was one ghost who could keep Peeves in check and that Peeves even listened to him, but he wouldn't wish a visit from the Bloody Baron on anyone. Well, maybe his mother. But that was it.
He nodded his head then. "Okay. And I c-can pay the house elves a visit and see if they can give me an idea of what the b-bully looks like. They might remember me from before; if I tell them why, they m-might be more willing to help."
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2016 7:48 pm
Nahuel really had no interest in what was going on in the room around them, but when he saw people starting to get up around them he realized that dinner was over and it was time to go to their common rooms.
Well..there really wasn't much more to talk about anyway. They both had their tasks to accomplish.
Nahuel stood up and nodded in agreement with Basil's statement. "Yeah that sounds like him," He said with a smile. "All right, you do that before the Prefects start roaming the halls. i wouldn't want you getting in trouble for trying to help out. I'll meet you back at the common room, and if I manage to find Peeves tonight, we can do our plan tomorrow morning. If not, well we'll try for Friday morning. Professor Ilya was saying he was going out of town for the weekend, so we have to do it before then."
Before he moved to leave the Great Hall, he reached over and put a hand on Basil's shoulder gently. "You're a good guy Bas, I think we'll be good friends."
Once that had been said, he waited a moment to watch for a certain group of slytherins. When they finally made their way to the great doors, he followed behind them trying to look as casual as he could.
He paused behind a pillar to take off his squeaky tight shoes and slide them into the pockets of his robe. There, now he'd be able to follow after them without making a sound. He was relieved to be out of the darn shoes. He didn't understand why it was a rule that one had to wear such horrid shoes indoors.
He would have to see if he could get some moccasins sent from home. Then at least people wouldn't stare at him so strangely when he was walking around. If he could get some black dye and dye the leather dark no one would ever know he was wearing moccasins but him. He couldn't help but smile at the thought.
It wasn't hard to discover who the culprits were that were bullying Trimble. Once the slytherin group was on their own, two of them started boasting about what they had gotten from the stinky house elf. His fists curling at his side, Nahuel was glad that they were going to get these self-righteous pricks a taste of their own medicine.
He watched them walk off down to their dungeon common room and shook his head at their disappearing backsides. Now he just had to track down Peeves and try and get him to appeal to him.
Just where would Peeves be hanging out at this hour? As if in answer, he heard cackling coming from a floor above and glanced up. Sure enough he heard several girls shrieking and running down a staircase as Peeves shot after them with some sort of green goo shooting from his hands at them.
"Well, that's helpful," He commented and pulled to the side as the girls came running past him.
Peeves came to a stop cackling like mad, his voice echoing down the halls.
"Hello Peeves, having fun?" He asked glancing up at the poltergeist.
The ugly little poltergeist turned to glare down at him, his mouth turning into a sneer. "What's it to you, Mr. stinky feet?"
Nahuel knew better than to get defensive. "I have a proposition for you, if you are interested. Remember that statue I was whittling of you? Would you like it?"
Peeves eyebrows shot up, and he zoomed down to eye Nahuel closely.
"I suppose there's something you want of me? Well what does Mr. Putrid Feet want?"
"Oh I don't want anything, I just had some news that you might be interested in knowing."
"SPILL IT ALREADY! I have places to go and People To PRANK!" Peeves spat at him, his face going a curious shade of purple.
Nahuel pulled the statue from his pocket and handed it to him. "There are two Slythering boys who are planning to use a nasty spell on you. I thought you might want to know is all."
Peeves snatched the statue away and admired it closely and then leaned in closer. "Oh? Just when are they planning on doing this?"
"Tomorrow after classes where everyone can see it. However, I do they are planning on pulling a prank on a House elf earlier in the day. I bet you could catch them unaware and turn their prank back on them."
Peeves frowned and narrowed his eyes at Nahuel. "And just why are you telling me all this? What's in it for you?"
"The House Elf happens to be a friend of mine, and doesn't deserve to be pranked. they've been messing with her for weeks now. I just wanted them to get some of their own medicine but worse." Nahuel admitted, looking him straight in the face.
Peeves stroked his hairy chin for a moment, then grinned widely. "Ah I see. Well then I'll definitely want to get back at those buggards. They should know I'm the Castle Prankster!" Then with a loud chortle he spun around Nahuel rapidly.
"But how would I know who they are?" He asked coming to a stop in front of Nahuel again.
"Oh you'll know who they are, they'll be in the Kitchen tomorrow morning being mean to Trimble." Nahuel replied.
"Excellent! They'll never know what hit them!" Peeves cackled and disappeared in a poof of smoke.
Nahuel grinned and pulled his flute from his pants pocket and walked back down the corridors towards the Hufflepuff common room playing a little ditty.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2016 9:31 pm
Basil too noticed that dinner had come to an end, and felt that now might not be a bad time to whisk himself down to the kitchens; in all the general hubbub of cleaning up after all the students, the house elves would be making plenty of distractions to hide him, and one just might get too preoccupied in his or her work to let something slip. He hated the thought of tricking them like that, but even he had to admit that there was such thing as TOO submissive.
He blinked at the pat on the shoulder and couldn't even stammer a reply before Nahuel left. Closing his mouth with an audible clack, Basil was almost grateful to commence his quest; he wasn't quite sure what he would have said had his friend stuck around to hear it. It always seemed to shock him when someone wanted to be friends with him; he always thought of himself as unlikable at worst and boring at best. Maybe it was because he sometimes realized that he was half of what he deemed the most unlikable person in the world.
Returning his focus to the matter at hand, Basil crept down the corridor where he knew the entrance to the kitchen was. If he ran into a group of students, he hid in plain sight by lowering his head and pretending to study his notes. It was less of a bother than hiding sometimes, and worked in places where you were actually expecting to see students. But as every turn around a corner took him to places with fewer and fewer students and more.....authoritative figures, he too resorted to ducking and hiding.
Finally he found the entrance to the kitchen behind one of the many statues the school sported, and quick as a shadow he tripped the secret catch (surprised that it hadn't been changed since his last excursion; the other students must be a less adventurous lot than he thought) and slipped inside.
As expected, he was greeted by the chaos of a large, busy kitchen. All around him, dozens of house elves were hard at work scrubbing plates, sweeping and mopping floors, wiping off tables and counters, and dodging the occasional flying utensil on its way back to the drawers. He looked around for an elf that he recognized, and spotted one mopping the floor over by the ovens. Stepping carefully and ducking low to avoid a low-flying ladle, he found himself alongside the elf, who started as he spotted the young student. "Oh! Mister Basil; musn't sneak up on old Zolky like that or you'll get a face full of mop, you will!" The elf leaned up on the mop and regarded him quizzically. Mister Basil's a smart-un, he knows no food so soon after dinner, so why's Mister Basil here?"
Basil cleared his throat, praying that he could see fit to smother his stutter for the time being. "I'm here b.....because of Trimble." At the mention of the name, Zolky suddenly seemed very interested in mopping up an imaginary stain on an already pristine floor tile. Basil leaned in closer. "C'mon; you want to help her, don't you? I just need to know what her bully looks like." Leaned in so far, he could catch most of what the house elf muttered under his breath. "What's to do......bully caught....goes after poor Trimble worser.....after US worser......maybe just get bored, he will."
Basil sighed. "We both know bullies; once they get a fix on something they can pick on, they're on it like slime on a flobberworm. Do you really want to wait until he hurts Trimble bad enough? I'm not asking you to get involved, I promise! I just need to know who it is so we can stop him before he-"
He blinked as suddenly the elf called out loud enough to be heard on the Great Hall above. "Yes sir! We gots plenty of leftover bread! Sorry we haven't gots desserts yet, but we'll make extra next time, we will!" Basil found himself pulled along to a cupboard, where the elf began pulling out halves of bread and handing them to him. The elf paused at the last piece, grasped it tightly and mumbled something to it before thrusting it deep into the pile in Basil's arms. "Look when yer gone." the elf said out of the corner of his mouth before pushing Basil toward the door. Turning his head around, Basil whispered back. "Tonight. Stay out of the way. Don't hinder Peeves."
He couldn't utter another word as he found himself almost propelled out the door and into the hallway beside the statue. Looking around to see if the coast was clear, he shifted the pile of bread to one side and reached in until he found the last piece, which was quite a bit larger than the rest. Pulling it out, he suppressed a low whistle. Carved into the rich, brown crust with all the skill of an artisan carving eggshells, a perfect portrait could be seen, all the way down to the pimply crumbs on his nose. "That's something," he muttered to himself, and putting that piece in his pocket, he trotted off to the common room to find Nahuel, stopping only to toss the remainder of the bread out a nearby window.
Entering the common room with what he felt were way too many crumbs on his robe to befit anything other than a slob, he spotted Nahuel and approached him. "I s-spoke with the elves. Here." Hiding his irritation that his stutter had returned, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the bread.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 6:56 pm
Nahuel continued down the corridors until he made his way back to the Hufflepuff common room. He paused for a moment outside the common room and glanced around for Basil. He had thought that the other boy might have finished his task first since he had been closer to the Kitchens. He shrugged and put his flute away and made his way into the Common Room.
The common Room wasn't too full thankfully. He guessed the others were spending their free time outside before it got too dark out. That would be helpful for him and Basil. He really didn't want anyone seeing or hearing any of their plans for the next morning.
He was relieved when Basil entered the room a moment later and handing him a loaf of bread. "That's great, " then he glanced down at the bread quizzically.
What he saw was the most amazing masterpiece whittled into the bread. The image of the bigger slytherin was done perfectly, down to the last pimple.
"This is amazing! Who did this?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 8:29 pm
At least he hadn't said anything about the crumbs; Basil didn't want his friend to think he had been off stuffing his face instead of talking to the elves. He smiled when he saw Nahuel's face. "One of t-the elves made it with magic. I th-think he didn't want to say much out loud. But I d-did tell him to tell the others to hide tonight and to n-not get in Peeves' way." He felt that in all, they had done a good job setting things up. Now all they had to do was wait until the right time, and with a bit of luck, Trimble's tormentor would be brought to justice and the elf could get back to her life of servitude in peace.
"Well.......I guess we sh-should wait until night, huh?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 8:39 pm
He finally noticed the crumbs on Basil's robes and reached out to brush them off of his friends' robe. "Looks like you got attacked by a bread monster or something," He said with a laugh.
"That is pretty impressive even if it was done with magic. You still have to have skill to get it to look right I'd think. Well he had an ingenious idea in telling you. Good job! We should be able to get everything in order later on then."
He nodded in agreement with Basil's statement.
"I'll come shake you awake at 4 am and then we'll get everything in order for our take down."
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2016 8:39 pm
Basil nodded eagerly. "House elves h-have their own kind of magic. T-they can do some amazing things that we don't ever think about." He had to smile in spite of himself; elves were capable of so much and yet all they wanted to do was serve. There had to be story there somewhere; he'd have to make up some of the feats the character would do, since he imagined the shy creatures wouldn't want to share their magic, but maybe they'd get a kick out of reading it themselves. He never knew any of the house elves well enough to approach them with any of his stories, but maybe after tonight that would change......
He nodded again and smiled. "Right. I'll s-see you later tonight." With a shaky nod, he turned and walked upstairs to where his bed sat waiting. He knew he should get some sleep right away, but his mind was still lingering over that elf idea. Well, maybe if he got it out of his head and onto paper it would let him sleep. Sighing, he pulled out a few scraps of parchment and began to scribble ideas on it. He didn't even know when he started feeling tired, but the night soon found him draped over his papers, his quill barely holding on in his nerveless grasp.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2016 10:11 pm
Nahuel was surprised to hear that Trimble had magic and hadn't used it to defend herself against her bully. Perhaps there were rules in how they could use their magic? He'd have to ask her or one of the other house elves later on about that.
"I just wonder why she hasn't used it to stop her bully." He muttered more to himself. "Maybe she's been conditioned into believing that if she attacked a student she'd get into trouble?"
That sounded plausible, especially for a house elf.
Nahuel nodded absent-mindedly at Basil as he departed the common room. He sat next to the fireplace for a few more moments musing over what was going to happen the next morning.
He'd be getting up early to get Basil up so they could go practice the spell to levitate the table up to the Great Hall. They'd probably need to remind Peeves again as well, he was rather forgetful at times. Then they'd wait in a dark corner for the Slytherin's to come bursting into the kitchen to bully Trimble. He hoped he'd be able to not jump out too early, he would just have to keep his temper in check. Then they'd levitate the table up to where the Professor was eating his breakfast so he could see them bullying the houself. Then they'd let Peeves unleash a prank on the two terrible boys, hopefully Professor Ilya would remain unscathed by it.
He just hoped that the Professor would do something to help Trimble, like finding her a job that wouldn't let her get bullied. He wasn't sure what sort of jobs House elves would be able to do. Maybe he could convince his parents to help Trimble in some way. They'd have to figure that out later.
He really should have thought of that first. If her bully continued what he was doing it would only make Trimble's life worse in the long run.
Unless there would be a way to free her from her obligations to the school. Maybe he needed to talk to the Headmaster.
That on his mind, he finally got up from his seat in front of the fireplace and made his way to his bed. He really needed to sleep on all his thoughts.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2016 10:31 pm
Basil had let similar thoughts follow him to bed and let them gnaw at the edges of his brain as he absently scribbled on his parchment. Perhaps she was too timid to fight back? Or was she afraid that anything she did would just come back worse on her, since house elves would rightfully believe that nobody really cared about them, and only moderately cared about the work that they did? Maybe they were just submissive and eager to please by nature, even if that meant letting themselves be harmed. Or maybe.....and he felt his quill pause at this......maybe he had some other sort of hold over her. A secret perhaps? Or maybe they knew each other somewhere; a former house elf of his family? It wasn't unheard of.....
But like the rest of his mind, the thoughts began to quiet and the nibbles ceased, until he was nodding off on his bed, surrounded by half-written notes of parchment. Others came into the room and settled in, barely noticing the form passed out amid his papers, and as the castle settled down, his sleep deepened.
He dreamed he was a house elf, running for his life through the castle, where everything seemed bigger and more dangerous; even the usually friendly paintings seemed to sneer down at him. Large footsteps sounded behind him, and he was too scared to turn and look back to see what was following him. He ran through a door that he somehow knew was there and found himself in the Great Hall, which seemed twice as large and empty with his small stature. He dashed under a nearby table just as the door flew open, and as he cowered underneath the table, he saw a huge pair of trainers stomp by like elephant feet. He waited for what seemed like years before poking his head out tentatively like a mole from it's underground hole. Instantly he felt long, icy fingers close around his thin neck like a vise. "Found you!" a Hellish voice screeched, and he was yanked up so fast that his world spun around him, and he was brought up to face his pursuer. His eyes bulged in fright and he reached up to try and pry the fingers from his neck; the face before him was not the bully that he was expecting, but the leering, heavily-made-up face of Tashina, his mother. "You'll never get away from me!" she shouted in his face, her voice booming like a Howler. "You're going to be my slave, and do magic for me until you DIE!"
With a gasp, Basil sat up in bed, the voice still ringing in his ears, his papers flying off and drifting down like huge, floppy leaves. He looked around quickly, but it seemed like nobody had heard him waking up. He checked his watch and saw that it was only ten minutes until 4am. Well, at least Nahuel wouldn't have to worry about waking him up. Trying to be as quiet as he could, he gathered his papers up, made sure he was properly dressed, and waited on the edge of his bed for hi friend to come.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2016 8:48 pm
Nahuel awoke abruptly and sat up in bed. His eyes flashed over to the magical alarm clock on his neighbor’s small dresser. 3:45 am. Nahuel slipped out of bed, made his bed up smoothing out the sheet and coverlet. Then he pulled on his clothes, leaving his feet bare like always.
He tucked a pair of tennis shoes into his satchel and finger combed his hair out. He grabbed his wand, tucking it inside his satchel and then silently snuck out of his room and into Basil’s which was across the hall from his own. When he padded silently into the room he was pleasantly surprised to find Basil awake already.
Nahuel motioned for Basil to follow him and then led the way out into the Common Room. He was aghast to find the Common Room was occupied by a blue haired girl. She just happened to be sitting right in front of the exit reading a rather large tome.
He paused and turned to cast a look at Basil. Should they just ask her to move or wait and see if she’d move on her own?
“Where are you two off to this early in the morn?” She demanded peering at them with a look of interest.
“We have a task that Professor Ilya wanted us to do for him before classes started." Nahuel replied quickly.
“Professor Ilya is it? He doesn't teach classes on Thursdays you silly gaffer.”
She chided. “What are you two really up to?”
She closed the giant tome and set it to the side, standing up to eye him closely. He hadn’t realized that she was a few inches taller than he was. Not that he was going to back down just because she was slightly taller.
“Fine, we’re trying to get two Slytherin bullies caught in the act if you must know. Now kindly step aside,” Nahuel whispered back fiercely.
The girl twirled a strand of hair as she thought over his request.
“Only if you let me help you,” She replied.
Nahuel wasn’t very amused that this girl was holding them up but knew if he didn’t agree she’d delay them even longer. They really couldn’t waste their time.
“Fine you can help.” He shot back in a low tone.
The girl grinned and shot out the exit without another word. Nahuel sighed and followed after, Basil behind him. He was thankful they wouldn’t have to go too far to get to the kitchens.
“Are you any good at levitation spells?”
“Of course! Wingardium Leviosa!” She exclaimed whipping her want out and performing the wand motion at the nearest barrel. The barrel shot up int the air instantly and hovered there steadily until she flicked the wand to release it.
Nahuel couldn’t help but be impressed by her finesse. “Wonderful. Go find a corner to hid in the kitchens where you can’t be seen. I need to go remind Peeves of his part and Basil will go alert the House Elves to get ready. I’m Nahuel by the way.”
“Okay, “ she replied cocking her head to one side. “What exactly do you need me to do?”
“When the Slytherins chase Trimble the House elf in here wait until they get her on a table. Then the three of us will use the levitation spell to raise the table up into the Great Hall. “ he explained hurriedly.
“Ah, okay, Now I get it. You two are kind of like white knights, which is rather awesome.” She said with admiration.
“If you say so,” Nahuel replied shaking his head at her.
Then he turned and sped off down the hallway. He didn’t have to go too far. He was stopped by a cackle when he was near the entrance doors. He glanced up and found
Peeves floating next to a painting trying to draw mustaches on the portrait’s figures.
He shook his head and bit his bottom lip to keep from laughing. He didn’t succeed because a snort escaped his nose causing Peeves to stop and peer down at him. The next moment Peeves was down looking him eye to eye.
“So it’s about that time then?” He asked gleefully, his stinky breath almost overwhelming Nahuel.
“Umm yes, just keep your eyes open for two slytherins chasing a House elf. Feel free to follow them, just wait until they are up in the Great Hall for the professor to see them. Once he has caught sight of them feel free to hit them with whatever you want.”
Peeves giggled maniacally and disappeared into thin air rubbing his hands together.
Nahuel took a deep breath of fresh air and made his way back to the kitchen. Once there he found an empty corner that was hidden in shadows and hunkered down until the slytherins showed up.
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2016 11:49 am
Seeing that Nahuel was ready to go, Basil shook off the last remnants of his nightmare and followed his friend quietly down the stairs. He had honestly expected his room to be empty; sneaking around at night seemed more of a penchant to Gryffindors and Slytherins, but he had to concede that he partook of the pleasure now and then. He should have realized that others would do the same.
He didn't recognize the girl, and he impulsively ducked down behind Nahuel like a shy two-year-old; being around a throng of people was one thing, but forced interaction was something he was never really good at. At least his friend didn't seem to mind doing all of the talking; he wouldn't have much to contribute anyway except for a few stuttering sentences.
He wished Nahuel had turned around and seen the stricken look on his face when the girl insisted she come along; they didn't know her or her intentions, just that she was in the same house, which could mean anything or nothing. He watched with a suspicious eye at the levitation spell the girl cast, and he had to admit, with her help it would be easy to get the bully and Trimble up to the Great Hall.
He managed to mutter his name ("B-Basil") after Nahuel offered his, and nodded along at the recap of the plan. As she compared them to shining white knights, he felt a deep blush creep up into his face, and he thanked any angelic being that might be listening that his dark complexion kept it from showing up in all it's blazing glory. His being a white knight felt like it belonged in his stories, not out in the open! He felt that he was just doing something that was the decent and right thing to do, not slaying dragons or rescuing swans. Of course, the bully they were going after COULD resemble a dragon with minimal effort on his imagination's part, and he felt himself smiling in spite of himself.
He was glad when they finally entered the kitchen, even more so when he didn't see a house elf in sight; they had apparently heeded his advice and either found something else to do tonight or hidden themselves perfectly to watch the drama play out. Finding his own spot to hide in, he waited anxiously for any sign of the bully and his tormented quarry.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 8:51 pm
Esme didn't know what had made her wake up so early in the morning. It was almost as though the cosmos had forced her awake so she could be a part of this plan to get back at some bullies. While she didn't condone violence, what the boys had planned merely sounded like a harmless prank.
Yes with peeves involved it was certain that the slytherin boys would end up probably having to go to the infirmary she figured they deserved it. After all, they were bullying a poor house elf that had done nothing to harm them. If anything their actions towards the house elf were deplorable. Esme was more concerned about what might happen to the house elf acting as bait.
What if they hurt her before they could use the levitation spell? And what if they used a spell against them? Had these boys even thought of that? If these two slytherins had gotten away with bullying a house elf for this long, who was to say they would ever forget being exposed for it? She thought a mind swiping spell might come in handy as well, so they'd forget their faces if they should happen to see them.
Of course, she wasn't going to tell these two boys about her idea. They really should have thought of it on their own.
She had recognized the boy that had ducked behind Nahuel be
fore he had murmured his name to her. Not that she really cared to let on. If he knew she watched him from afar that would just make him more nervous. She had seen him around their Common Room writing in the corner of the room where he thought no one would notice him. He seemed like a lonely boy who needed a friend.
She had thought it was nice when Nahuel had started to hang out with the other boy even if he was a bit odd. Not wearing shoes? How did he not catch cold when he walked around the castle with bare feet every moment he could? It was a mystery to her.
Hiding in her corner waiting for the action to begin she started to flick her hair in a bored fashion. Why was waiting always so boring? She supposed it was the whole point of just sitting and waiting. She preferred to not sit by the side of life, so waiting for things to happen just bored her to death.
She suddenly heard feet scurrying down the hall and cries and squeaks of protest. Her free hand balled up in a fist. Oooh, she was definitely going to make those bloody Slytherins pay!
The door to the kitchen flew open and a small house elf came running in only to get tripped up by one of the boys following her. He shot a spell at her legs, causing her them to turn into noodles. The small elf crumpled to the floor with a sob and she tried to crawl away.
"Stop trying to get away you dirty little Trimble. You're going to pay me, and you're going to pay me now! There's no getting away this time!" the biggest Slytherin snarled as he came to stand over the helpless house elf.
Trimble turned big doe-like eyes up at the boy and cried, wiping her nose on her dirty smock. "Please Mastah Alfus, Don't hurt me. I'll pay, I'll pay." She pleaded.
Esme was fuming with anger, she could tell that the house elf wasn't going to be able to get the boys to the tables. That something else was going to have to be done to get the three of them over there.
Pointing her wand at the back of the boy's cloak, she said quietly, "Bombarda"
The small explosion that followed threw the three bodies the rest of the way across the room and onto the table.
"What the bloody hell was that?" came a muffled voice under the larger form.
Esme nodded at the other two boys and then whipped her wand out at the table and proclaimed loudly.
"Wingardium LEVIOSA!"
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