''You're a Wizard'' HP RP OPEN AND ACCEPTING! (Rebuild)

[Vraska the Unseen]

((She's supposed to be with Stineman, I think.))

[fawkes.]

~No, this was the one Severus gave to her and Shane, for hexing eachother half death on the Quidditch field ;3~

[dionaea]

Zark just growled softly. "It's horrid, I know..." He'd utter a string of words in Chinese. "I just wish they hadn't sent these...They belonged to my older brother..."

Adrina caught it in her hand, putting her wand away as she climbed on. There would be an extra grip attached to where you'd normally hold the broom.

She looked at her own clothes, as if glad she had them. "Uh, they're not too bad..." she said slowly. "But they sort of are." she shrugged a bit. "Why do you need them?"


Chase picked the broom up and mounted it, rising a few feet steadily. "We gonna race?"



Shane was close behind Codi. "I came. You happy? Can I please go now?" he asked.

[Vraska the Unseen]

(Ah! Forgot about that.)

"Clean the cauldrons, I want them to shine when you're done, and NO MAGIC." Severus shouted from his office to Codi and Shane,Professor Stineman sitting behind Snape's desk.

[dionaea]

Shane swore loudly, and covered his mouth. He was sure that Snape had heard. He groaned and walked over to the first cauldron. What seemed like inches of dried potion covered the walls and bottom.

[AyanaN]

"Well...it's all they had left after they sent me nearly half-way across the world...they're broke." Zark responded.

Adrina grabbed the handle, rising to a crouch using the modified foot supports. "Why not? Seems like a lot of fun? From where to where?"

[fawkes.]

Lissy chuckled silently ''Look, you can give them good punishments'' She said lightly, in a matter-of-factly tone. She snapped her head at Shane ''That will be 10 points from Ravenclaw for cursing in front of Proffesors''

[dionaea]

Shane was about to curse again, but he stopped himself. "Yes Professer." he said dryly.

[Vraska the Unseen]

"And 30 more from me, as extra punishment." Severus called before sinking into his chair.

[dionaea]

"Thirty!?" Shane yelled softly. He grabbed a sponge from a shelf and started to scrub the cauldron.