» A Mysterious Meeting, Open to receivers of mysterious message

[Judy Hatchitt]

[in response to: This Mysterious Message


Judy lay on her back, in a very unladylike posture, in the middle of the rather deserted third-floor corridor staring up at the roof and wondering why chaperones existed at all if they were so incompetent at their jobs that she could so often slip away and find herself in trouble. She'd seen the creation of the stricter rules as a challenge but in reality they were anything but.

It was still easy to slip out from underneath their noses and get away and she rarely got into much serious trouble about it. Nobody cared, nobody at all.

It would be the end of term in a few weeks and Judy would be returning to Ottery St. Catchpole with her sister Mina and their lovely, empty house there and it would be a long and rather boring summer. Her hand reached inside her robe to touch the parchment which she'd been able to send to a bunch of people that she knew might help make what was left of her fifth year exciting.

She already had the bones of her plan sketched out in her head. She' d was going to orchestrate a prank at which scale had never been seen before and if possible affect the whole school during the End-Of-Year Feast. It was brilliant!

"I wonder if I should've bought cake." She said musing aloud. She'd just had dinner but a little cake never went astray.

[Nóirín Sheenan]

Nora was looking forward to the summer, but she doubted that it would be that fun when Shib and Callumina were out in the woods. The Slytherin missed her sisters, and wished they wouldn't have to go to the stupid expedition, even if she wouldn't say no if someone offered her to go. Still, Shib and Callumina were never the kind of girls to spend their time in the wilderness. Nora was the 'tomboy' of the family.

She was thrilled to receive that letter. Nora was never a troublemaker, but she was not exactly a proper lady either. The red head liked having fun and she never said no to a good joke. That's why she decided to go to the Third floor corridor, even if she was not sure what she was supposed to do there.

" Judy?" Nora said instead of a greeting when she saw the Ravenclaw Fifth Year. Finally, after a minute, she added. " Hello."

[Tybalt Kirke]

Tybalt was already intrigued. He wasn't sure what the letter or proposed meeting was about, but even something against the rules wasn't likely to put him off, so he had no qualms in turning up in the third floor corridor, only the slightest bit suspicious that this could be a prank being played on him.

What he found, instead, was a Ravenclaw in his year - Judy Hatchitt - lying casually in the corridor, and Nora Sheenan having arrived at precisely the same time as him, who sounded rather confused enough for them all with questioning remark of 'Judy?' ... Tybalt, however, had been in earshot to hear the Ravenclaw girl's musing, and he couldn't refrain from replying, "Yes, you probably should have, cake's a valuable addition to any occasion, it has to be said." He gave an offhand grin, but soon creased his brow and added, "And if you don't mind my asking, what exactly is this occasion?" He took it that he hadn't been the only one to find such a note, and was interested to see who else would turn up and why Miss Hatchitt had apparently gathered them there.

[{Declan Wood}]

Declan hadn't hesitated in the slightest when he had received the note. If there was a prank, he wanted to be involved. Considering how organized this was (as most pranks he did were spur of the moment - a note was serious business), he figured the prank was going to be something big. And he just had to be in on it. He'd hate himself forever if he turned it down.

When he arrived, he mildly recognized a couple of fifth years - one being a fellow quidditch player - and then noticed Judy Hatchitt lying on the floor. This just had to have been her idea. He couldn't even count how many detentions the two had served together. His time here would be well spent, that much he was sure of.

"I would've liked cake," He commented as he brought up the rear of the group with his hands shoved into his trouser's pockets and his shoulders slumped over in an 'I'm up to no good' posture.

[Cassius Lestrange*]

Cash had been only mildly surprised to receive a note. He may not have gotten detentions very often, but he had a bit of a reputation among his fellow students for doing weird things when he was bored. And with Quidditch season over, Cash was very bored. Okay, so there were things he could have been doing, but screw that. (He could have been studying for OWLs, in fact he should have been, but...)

After dinner he had slipped off to the meeting place, and he smiled at the sight of Judy Hatchitt and some other yearmates from other houses. "What's that about cake?" he asked, "Are we baking a giant one to cause havoc?"

[Judy Hatchitt]

Judy grinned as the people she'd sent owls to arrived, though they arrived somewhat together. Hoping they hadn't been noticed, she sat up and planted a downcast expression on her face.

"I really should've thought that far ahead. I apologise, sending notes without warning I really should've bought cake as an apology.... perhaps when we are done we should sneak down into the kitchens. I'm sure the elves might give us some... besides we need to go down there anyway... it's vitally important." Her lip twitched and she wondered if she should pause to see if anymore wouldbe pranksters would appear, or even just for dramatic effect.

She craned her neck to look at them all and then gave up. Her eyes found their fix on Tybalt who had asked the question.

"The Occassion, my good sir is as my lovely housemate said, to cause a little bit of havoc albeit without the giant cake." She cast a mournful glance Cassius's way. Her lips twitched and she decided to just give up on the the theatrics. "And what better place to do that then at the End of Year Feast, as you know a last hurrah for the year... and the seventh years of course."

[Tybalt Kirke]

Tybalt's grin broadened when from right behind him came a trouble-making second year and Cassius Lestrange, both boys picking up on mention of cake just as he had. Which Judy Hatchitt had evidently forgotten, though at least she was playing at being sorry for it. Well, her suggestion of the party heading down to the kitchens afterwards was just enough to placate them... or Tybalt, at least.

Too impatient to glance around and spot anyone else's arrival, he just listened intently for the explanation he was after. His expression brightened immediately - though, having been bright enough before, it was raher cheery by now - at the word havoc... to take place at the end of year feast.

"Perfect!" He proclaimed, not raising his voice too far for fear or gaining unwanted attention from whatever teachers, tattletales or seventh-year-students were wandering the halls. He dropped his voice, remembering the mention of the kitchens. "So are you proposing to tamper with their food?" He questioned, "And... how?" He wondered just what they could and would do to the seventh years and rest of the school (without being too obvious or risking expulsion; detentions were no big sacrifice, he was sure they could all agree) without, importantly, ruining the feast for themselves, because Tybalt didn't think he'd be able to forgive anyone for making food inedible.

[{Declan Wood}]

"We'll sprinkle a potion on it," Declan said with a mischievous grin, "Just a lil' something to ruin their day. Let's make 'em... let's make 'em green. Not the 'I don't feel well green' but the bright as a lime kind 'o green." The second year thought their idea brilliant. It would be the talk of the summer and no doubt, he would have his sought after infamy.

[Judy Hatchitt]

"I am," She said grinning at Tybalt like she hadn't had the urge to do so ever since she found out how the food seemed to magically appear on the Great Halls table. She had originally wondered how it was possible since one of the laws of magic had something to do with food not being able to be created out of nothing. Then she'd found the kitchens and the elves who slaved away without anybody's knowledge to create the meals. It had occurred to her then that it would be so easy to just slip something into the meals and no one would be the wiser because it had been done in the kitchens and only the House Elves and hungry students ever seemed to visit the kitchens.

She nodded at Declan. "Exactly. Though I thought a wide variety of effects may be more amusing. I could've done a colour potion myself but... more potions more people right?" She wiggled her eyebrows.

"And as for how?" She turned to Tybalt. "I think I'll reveal that later. So are you in or out?" She addressed the entire group wondering who exactly she'd have to jinx if they didn't agree.

[Nóirín Sheenan]

Nora was certainly amused. That would be a great End of the year feast and it was a pity that Callumina wouldn't be able to be there because of the stupid expedition. Well, it would still be fun to see some students become green and any other things Judy had planned for that day.

" I'm in." Nora announced happily and she stepped towards Judy. The Slytherin was never one to shy away from something that would probably get her in trouble. Besides, she wanted to see Phineas Black's face during the feast. That would be amusing.

[{Declan Wood}]

"Course I'm in, I only wish I woulda come up with this idea myself," Declan replied with a grin and crossed his arms over his chest. They wouldn't have much time to make the potions and get them into the food, but what was the fun of a well-thought-out plan anyhow? Winging it and spontaneity were the spices of life! Besides, the boy didn't have a long enough attention span to really bother with the organizing and planning of it all. He preferred to fly by the seat of his pants. It had gotten him this far and he saw no need to change any of it.

[Cassius Lestrange*]

Cash was quiet, for once in his life, and listened to the conversation. He grinned at the rest of them. "I'm in," he added after the second year. Of course Cash was in. He wouldn't be there if he wasn't up for some chaos. Besides, it would be a welcome distraction from his boredom, which would be a welcome distraction from Eli. Besides, he was mostly sure that being out of the game wasn't an option. Also, what else did he have to do? Study for his Transfiguration OWL? Pfft. Bo-ring.

He was a Ravenclaw, but he needed things to be happening. Judy Hatchitt was good at that.

[Judy Hatchitt]

The mischievous raven grinned in delight and clapped her hands together in excitement as the other conspirators decided to join in with her fun. It would be fun, and that she knew. It would be fun, and exciting and worth all the trouble she could get into (though had considered pinning it on somebody else of course, but where was the good spirit in that? It was her prank after all.) "Excellent."

She gestured for them to all gather around as she explained the details of her idea. They'd sneak into the kitchens after they'd completed the potions once the elves had started preparing for the feast. The elves wouldn't mind, or at least they hadn't seemed to when she'd come for snacks before. From there she presumed it would be easy enough to slip a few something-somethings into the food that was cooking.

It would be fun and daring and just what she needed before she returned to the boring life at Ottery. She hoped it would all go according to plan as she listened to any suggestions and additions and dallied out the jobs required of each member of her band of selected tricksters.





[AN: I hope this is okay, I'm going to archive it August 1 so if you want to add anything, or thread the characters leaving try to do it by then]

[Tybalt Kirke]

Of course Tybalt was in. This was the idea of the year - and just in time, too, for the school year was nearly over - and with any luck, it would all come off without a hitch. He had listened extraordinarily intently to Judy's plan. Luckily, Potions was one of the subjects he had a passing interest in, so even the brewing of the potions for pranks hardly sounded a chore.

Once all the utterly serious matters of the meeting had been well and truly discussed, Tybalt half-felt inclined to give a bout of applause, his spirits lifted with that bouncy secret of the forthcoming feast rattling around in his mind. Still, perhaps it was better to be discreet as he left. "Well, if that's all, I suppose I'll have to be off for some most intense studying," He joked, his voice trailing off into musing as he stretched for a moment, and figured it was time to wander off. "Or perhaps that cake..."