[open] and it'll be shameless

[thomas "tj" jones]

What. The. Hell. The school term had barely just begun and already people in his house were pulling the lamest tricks in the book. A green Hufflepuff Common room? As if that hadn't been done before, and a thousand times over at that. It was quite possibly one of the third or fourth years trying to be badass which meant they'd have to be taught a lesson in creativity. Maybe being strung up by their ankles from the Quidditch hoops on the pitch would make them think twice about showing up Slytherin again. However, it would have to be done by someone that wasn't TJ because currently he was busy. Busy laying sprawled out on the sixth floor corridor, right in front of the transfiguration classroom.

Why he was there specifically was really anyone's guess but this was the type of thing that often happened when the seventeen year old was bored. He'd already scared two second years by pretending to be dead and convinced a first year that it was the new trend. The poor boy had then run off, rather quickly, to tell all of his new friends. By now they'd all be laying in random places throughout the castle much to TJ's amusement. Oh, they were so gullible at that age. Highly amusing, of course, and a lot of fun to confuse and mock.

His gaze roamed the high ceilings for a moment before he tilted his head back to look down the hallway. For a moment he'd thought he'd heard footsteps and assumed that it could be a teacher. Then again, classes were over for the day and they rarely ever roamed the halls like the students did. They were more concerned with marking papers and overseeing detentions. Thus TJ waited, expecting to see some form of student if he even had heard footsteps after all.

[penelope noa heathcote]

Penelope jogged up the stairs, taking them two at a time. She had left her robes in her room in favor for the more comfortable skinny jeans and tank. Her wand was in her hair, holding her bun together at the nape of her neck. The brown curls that fell from the hair elastic spilled around her shoulders. She had a stack of papers in her hands, some the Quidditch announcements, including the Hufflepuff team tryouts. Mostly, though, it was Ancient Runes work. She had a quill tucked behind one of her ears, and another in her back pocket.

She reached the sixth floor, and turned the corner. Her body responded to the obstacle before her eyes could recognize the person laying on the floor. Unfortunately, that meant her papers fell from her hands, and spread across the hallway. Naturally, Penny automatically believed he was hurt, and nearly had a panic attack, papers forgotten. She wondered how long it would take to get to the hospital wing from the sixth floor- but then she recovered. It was not a hurt student, but in fact, a lazy one. And a Slytherin no less.

Rolling her eyes, she glared down at the seventh year, calmly stepping over his legs which spread across the corridor. "I should've known it was you, Jones. I thought by now you would have a solid grip on your house." Of course, she was referring to the commons redecoration. She knew for a fact that T.J. wasn't responsible. He, at least, had some class in his torments. It was almost amusing.

Furrowing her brows, she removed her wand from the tangles of her hair, and accio-ed her papers back into order. "Can't you take up space in your common room, Jones? You could hurt someone laying about like a squid."