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Houses awards, trophies, cups, etc. Also holds a list of head boys and girls. Who knows what kind of prank you could pull in here?

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James Callum-Monroe
Second Year
Joined: Nov 10 2011, 04:45 PM

Feb 15 2012, 06:15 PM #1

Pranks, as a general rule, were things one played on people who were around to notice. That was the point of a prank, that was what made pranking fun. It was no use playing a prank on some student who’d already graduated, a student who wasn’t likely to come back at any point. To be perfectly frank, playing a prank on such a person was just stupid and pointless. This was not a prank. Not really. Oh, James was sure their victim would be angry if he ever knew. The seventeen year old could just hear the lecture now—something about respect, and other people’s property, not to mention the illegality of the whole thing. The victim in this case was hardly needed—the Gryffindor could parrot the reaction perfectly. No, this was not a prank. This was… incredibly childish retribution. Even James had to admit that this was really a useless endeavor. Arthur was never going to know about this, not unless someone told him, which the lion thought was very, very unlikely. He had no intention of speaking to his brother, and Xavier, his partner in crime for the day, wasn’t going to snitch. So, what was the point, really?

The point, if it could really be called that, was that the seventh year had spent his entire life hearing about his brother’s accomplishments. They were all the boy ever heard about—Arthur’s so smart, so good, so everything that James apparently wasn’t. While it was true that the seventh year no longer had to listen to that nonsense, he was still reminded of it every time he passed the trophy room, or went inside. Anyone else would have just sucked it up and avoided the room altogether. James was not anyone else. The lion went everywhere, and had never once let anything stop him from going wherever he pleased. The sight of his brother’s name plastered all over the place was not going to stand in the Gryffindor’s way. It was probably a stupid thing to get hung up on—no, scratch that, it was definitely a stupid thing to get hung up on—but that wasn’t going to stop James, not now that he’d gotten the idea into his head.

The seventh year had recruited Xavier Hoot to help him pull off this trophy heist. James knew the Ravenclaw wasn’t averse to causing a little trouble, and, more importantly, the other boy was easily bribed into helping. All the Gryffindor had to do was offer him some firewhiskey and few of old Shakespeare’s sonnets. The firewhiskey because, well, any sensible person would want that and the seventeen year old was rather adept at getting it into the castle; the sonnets because… well, he was dealing with a Ravenclaw. Also, the guy had a girlfriend. He could definitely use some love poetry.

Leaning against the wall next to the trophy room, a bag slung casually over his shoulder, the Gryffindor waited for Xavier to show up. Immature this whole thing might very well be, but there was something incredibly satisfying about it, too.
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Xavier Hoot
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Xavier Hoot
Second Year
Joined: Jul 23 2011, 03:40 PM

Feb 22 2012, 04:07 PM #2

Being a prefect meant you had to obey the rules and punish the ones who didn't. You had power over others and ruled every student of your house, even other houses too. But if a prefect was a rule breaker, did that also mean he could break the rules of being a prefect too? For xavier this was true. The boy used his patrols of the corridors to snatch food from the kitchen or just to wander around when he couldn't sleep AGAIN. Instead of punishing students when he caught them, he would let them continue their work of mischief, allowing trouble to take over the castle. Xavier Hoot loved being a prefect…The Ravenclaw wanted to be remembered, some fame before he left this place. Being a horrible prefect wasn't really a good and flattering way to get famous but he didn't mind. Fame was fame no matter what kind. As long as people knew your name and were able to tell stories about you when hearing it.

The upside of this little trip? For once Xavier got paid for causing trouble. Wasn't that awesome?! The Gryffindor had promised him some stuff the Eagle liked in exchange for helping him out. Yes, this was payment, well at least for Xav it was. The boy absolutely didn't think of calling this bribing, not at all. No, this was someone who needed the Ravenclaw's help and outstanding wit to do something you can't do alone. Of course Xav wasn't the most generous wizard around, helping everyone who could use his aid. He was a big egoist who only did things when it worked in HIS advantage. The Eagle was always up for some trouble though. so he'd accepted the payment because 1. who wouldn't refuse it? 2. He could use some trouble around the castle again and 3. he actually didn't know the guy who they were pranking. as far as the boy knew, he and James were meeting up in the trophy hall. Those trophies in gold, silver and bronze were mostly for memorable students. In other words: people who graduated from Hogwarts a long time ago. This meant the guy they were playing a prank on wouldn't know the boys had done something at all. Xavier had decided not to ponder on it to much and just have some fun.

The sound of his whistling filled the cold air within the castle. It sucked that there wasn't a way to play music in this place. If he could, Xavier would've played an instrument but he was too lazy to even pick up a guitar. Without really lifting his feet he descended one of the many staircases. Had they agreed on a meeting time? Probably not…And even if James had said something about it, Xav would've ignored it anyway. Well, you couldn't really call it totally ignoring, just not keeping an eye on the time. Why hurry? It was ridiculous thing to do, especially if you were trying not to be late for something which didn't have a starting time. The Trophy room wasn't going to vanish like the Room of Requirement did. so the Ravenclaw could take his ease and be, like he always was, late for his 'appointment' with the Gryffindor.

from the last corner he saw James, as easygoing as always. Xavier estimated him about as tall as he was. Lanky too, just not as skinny as the Ravenclaw was. A small smile formed on the boy's lips as he thought about what as going to happen when they entered that room. The eagle walked over to James, totally not in a hurry which was in contrast with what he was actually feeling: total eager and excitement like a little kid the night before Christmas. "are you coming or what?!" He asked, tilting his head. Xavier found a hello a waste of time, especially on moments like this one. Some people could call this being rude, Xav called it skipping unnecessary acts. With an ear to ear smile he walked into the trophy room. For a second the wizard even considered if there were trophies for troublemakers too but his mind quickly called it stupid so he forgot about it. With his wand out of his back pocket the boy aimed it at several shiny cups. "Now what do you wanna do, mate? Shoot everything down or work more casually?"
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James Callum-Monroe
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Feb 24 2012, 10:09 PM #3

Xavier was nothing if not blunt, James mused as he pushed away from the wall and followed the Ravenclaw into the trophy room, shutting the door behind them. The lion wasn’t really looking for politeness, though, so it didn’t make much of a difference to him. As they entered the trophy room, the seventh year took a moment to look around. He’d been in there before, of course, dozens of times. The Gryffindor had been just about everywhere dozens of times by this point, though the trophy room had always bothered him. The window was too small, so there wasn’t a whole lot of light available, and it was kind of cramped, what with all the trophies lined up on display. It wasn’t a very cheerful room, unless you had something in there and were sort of full of yourself. That was the only way James could imagine anyone would like the place for itself. On the other hand, it was a bit out of the way and no one really came inside. In all the times that the seventh year had been in the trophy room, he had never once seen another soul. James imagined that the room was mostly used only when a new trophy needed to be put up, or for detention, or, most likely, when someone needed some privacy. There wasn’t much use for it, otherwise.

Dropping his bag on the floor, the lion turned slowly in a circle, debating. If it were up to him, they’d fill the bag to bursting with every trophy or award Arthur had ever won. That seemed a bit much though, even to the seventeen year old. He would really be satisfied with just stealing one, like a middle finger at his brother and the order that the man liked so much. Turning to his companion, James said, “Just one or two should do. Give me a sec.” The Gryffindor moved quickly around the room, peering at the trophies, making note of the ones that belonged to his brother, and tried to decide which ones were worthy of theft. There were so many awards in that room. The boy wondered what they did with the really old ones. They couldn’t just keep cramming award after award in there—eventually they’d run out of room. If the room held over a thousand years’ worth of students’ trophies, James didn’t think they’d be able to even open the door. How long did they wait before they got rid of the old trophies? Where did they go? The lion shook his head, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand. Who cared what happened to them? It wasn’t like he’d ever have one to worry about, right?

Finally, the seventeen year old came across what he was looking for. James grinned. Of course, excellent choice. The plaque wasn’t much to look at, unless you were easily distracted by shiny surfaces, but it was one that the Gryffindor had noticed a few times before.
Arthur Callum
Outstanding Achievement
In Transfiguration


“This one,” James announced, lifting the plaque and holding it up to Xavier. “Definitely this one.”
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Xavier Hoot
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Apr 1 2012, 09:06 AM #4

Xavier lowered his wand again while feeling a bit disappointed and annoyed. Well mostly annoyed. He thought this was going to be fun! James was known for not following the rules but for some reason he didn't want to break this place down. Xav had already imagined the sound of clanging cups and plates echoing through the cramped space called the trophy room. A noise so loud that people would come running towards it to find out where it came from. And when they arrived James and he would be already gone, only leaving a trail of broken trophies behind. THAT was how the Ravenclaw had imagined it. So yeah, he was disappointed but hey, he received a book and booze. If he could earn it while doing nothing it was equally good.

James was determined to take something with him today though. He wasn't carrying a bag the whole time just because it was fashionable. Xavier wasn't stupid. The Gryffindor needed him to accomplish something he couldn't do alone. And deriving from the items Xav received, this operation was really important to James. The only question remained WHAT was he going to do with trophies? The wizard decided not to break his head about it any longer. He had come along to have some fun and if James didn't intend on doing that, well….screw him! The Lion spoke up and Xav didn't really like the sound of the sentence because 1.James was working with a goal, this meant there was totally no intention to cause havoc in this place and 2. Xavier had to wait! Patience wasn't his strong point, it had never been actually.

The Eagle looked around, catching a glimpse of himself on every shiny surface. Hundreds of green eyes were looked back at him and a small smile crept onto the boy's face. He could get used to this! Moving forward Xavier investigated his reflexion in one of the trophies. The reflexion was distorted, his eyes being larger than usual. It made him look like some manga figure. Xav tilted his head and immediately the image transformed too. His jaw was now huge and angular. Damn, he needed a shave… For a second his hand slid over his jawline, now actually feeling the stubbles. Xav chuckled. This was quite amusing.

But he was being too serious here. Xavier took hold of both handles of the cup in front of him and placed the thing on his head. It was so huge that it slid over his eyes. Unsuccessfully the boy pushed it up but every time the trophy fell in front of his emerald eyes again. Now this was some useless yet hilarious entertainment! Acting like a real 17-year-old was soooo overrated. Suddenly he could hear James' muffled voice. Everything sounded so faint from under this thing. For a second Xavier imagined that this was what knight would have heard all along from under those helmets. Lifting the edge of the cup from his eyes for the fifth time, the wizard could see that the Gryffindor was holding up a plaque for Xav to read. The boy walked over to him and lifted an eyebrow as he read the inscription. "Aaaaaand what has this teacher's pet ever done to you that you're stealing this?", He asked, still with a confused expression as he lifted the trophy from his head.
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James Callum-Monroe
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Apr 2 2012, 08:53 PM #5

In all honesty, James didn’t really care what else happened in the trophy room so long as he got what he came for. It wasn’t a very nice thing to say, but the Gryffindor couldn’t care less about anything in this room. It was just a place for overachievers to come and stroke their egos. That was the entire point of places like this—just one collective ego trip. Perhaps the seventh year would feel differently if he had something there, some achievement worthy of a shiny plaque or trophy, but the boy didn’t think that was likely to happen, so the point was moot. As it stood, all James was concerned with was getting what he came for—everything else was extra. For all the lion cared, the whole trophy room could cease to exist the moment the two boys closed the door behind them.

James turned around to say something to Xavier but stopped short when he saw the trophy on the Ravenclaw’s head. The seventeen year old let out a surprised chuckle. He was probably being too serious about this. This was a prank, even if it was a pretty lame one. Pranks were supposed to be enjoyable, at least for the prankers. The prankees, too, if they had a decent sense of humor. Just because the Gryffindor was on some sort of revenge vendetta—if that was even what this counted as. That was probably giving the boy too much credit—didn’t mean this had to be so serious. Since when was the lion ever serious, anyway? Never if he could help it. This thought was what made the boy shrug at Xavier’s question, attempting to look nonchalant. “I don’t know. I just liked the look of it, that’s all.” With that, James stuffed the plaque into his bag. It was an obvious lie, since he was being pretty adamant about just taking one or two trophies, and the only trophies the Gryffindor intended to take were Arthur’s.

Turning, James scanned the room, contemplating what to do next. Technically, they didn’t have to just take the trophies and go. Still, destruction of property wasn’t normally the lion’s thing. He was more a fan of sneaking around unnoticed, and nothing got you noticed faster than trying to blow something up. That, and there was always someone who had to clean things up. If they could work it so that whoever had to clean up their mess was the person they were trying to prank, the seventh year wouldn’t have minded giving it a go. Oh, well. He couldn’t have everything. Still, this was probably boring Xavier to tears, which wasn’t exactly what James had meant to do by bringing the eagle along. The lion looked over at the other boy. “What do you think? Preference for something else to take?”
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Xavier Hoot
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Apr 4 2012, 09:29 PM #6

The boy quirked his eyebrows at the Gryffindor reaction. He just liked 'the look' of that plaque? Who did he think Xavier was, a troll? "pfft yeah right…." The Ravenclaw snorted with a sarcastic laugh. IF James didn't want to tell why he'd set up this whole thing, well, that was his problem. Xav wouldn't lie awake at night, thinking about this and what it could've been about. He had way better things to do. The last thing he wanted on his mind were other people's worries and problems. They weren't toddlers and Xavier wasn't their mommy who was there to hold their hand when they were worrying about something. The Eagle only helped if things were in his OWN advantage. Simple, easy and such an effective way to get everything done. Xav saw the plaque disappearing in the big bag from the corner of his eye. Admitted, he was a bit curious about the whole case though. It was annoying when you could not 'know'.

The lion's question put a huge smirk on the Ravenclaw's face. An ear to ear smile that was so big that teeth were even visible. "I thought you'd never ask, my dear!" Xavier said, bringing his hand to his chest as if being touched. For the second time his wand got pulled out of his dark jeans and got pointed at no specific trophy in general. With one eye closed, the wizard kept aiming in every direction. So many targets, so little time, the boy mused inside his head. The sudden urge of wanting to stack the whole room full of fireworks suddenly popped up in his brain. The noise, the colors, the scent of burned gunpowder. Why hadn't he thought of this earlier?! Xav chuckled while shaking his head. Maybe another time….He just had to remind himself to note it down and plan the whole thing out properly before coming back again with a box full of fireworks.

His attention got brought back to the walls and glass closets full of shimmering gold, silver and bronze. If they would break and fall onto the ground… That noise, music the the boy's ears. The sound of trouble! Xavier suddenly remembered something. he ran outside and took the little plaque that was hanging on the outside wall back inside. "Trophy room, no smudging…." He read out loud with a small snigger after which he looked over his shoulder to the older Gryffindor. "This-" The Eagle began, waving the plaque around with a simple movement of his wrist. "-has never existed." Xav directed his wand to the edge of the plaque with a satisfied smile. After a whispered 'Incendio' the wooden plaque started burning. The smell of burning wood wasn't so bad either, gunpowder just smelled more satisfying…After some burning the letters had become unreadable. It got thrown on the ground (it was getting a bit hot in his hands) and Xav came standing on it to extinguish the little flames. "I just don't want a bad conscience, you know" He announced with a shrug, not sure if he was talking to himself or to James.

Okay third time for real! Xavier aimed AGAIN with a small sigh. With all the air in his lungs he cried out a "BOMBARDA MAXIMA!". His wand arm flew backwards because of the blast. Finally his ears could worship the beautiful sound of clinging armor, plates and cups. He opened his eyes which had been closed before the blast and admired his work. His eyes got wide just like the smile on his face. The boy started laughing. "did you see that?! Bombarda is sooo overrated when you've tried the other one." The wizard walked over to the big mess in the corner and stopped a rolling plate by placing his foot on it. "Too bad I can't put my signature on this….such a masterpiece if I have to say it myself." That was the hardest part about pranking…you couldn't tell people it was you who had done it.
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Apr 8 2012, 01:08 AM #7

There was something about getting what you came for that was pretty satisfying. It might not be the kindest thing they were doing--actually, come to think of it, there was pretty much nothing redeeming about the whole situation--but still, James couldn't help but smile down at the plaque in his hands. It was probably, no, definitely bad of him, but the Gryffindor didn't care. They'd come for one thing, and they had it. Now it was just a matter of figuring out what exactly he was going to do with the thing. It wasn't like like the seventh year was going to hang it up somewhere. Oh, well. He'd figure something out. The hard part was getting the thing. The seventeen year old could just take his time with the rest. It wasn't like he had to decide right this...

What in Merlin's name was he doing? James watched as Xavier pointed his wand around the room and then ran out of the room. Furrowing his brow, the lion turned toward the door, wondering what on earth the Ravenclaw was doing. A moment later, the other boy was back, carrying the plaque that usually hung outside the door. That was an... odd choice, but all right. Who was the Gryffindor to judge? He was the one standing there, holding his brother's plaque, with no clue what he wanted to do with it it. He--oh brother. Perhaps James should have come alone. Or at the very least, he should have chosen a different partner in crime. One who wasn't prone to destroying things. The seventh year was pretty sure this counted as a moment of hypocrisy on his part, considering he was acting as a thief just then, but still. He preferred to get in and out without being noticed, without causing trouble for people he had no connection to. As far as the Gryffindor was concerned, that was a very reasonable thing to want. It didn't seem like a whole lot to ask.

"What are you doing?" The lion rubbed his temples, not sure he understood a word the eagle was saying. Just a little harmless mischief. That was all James had wanted. Was that really so much to ask? The seventh year ducked his head instinctively as Xavier cast another spell, this one resulting in loud bangs and clangs and basically causing a terrible ruckus. James soon realized that ducking wasn't necessary, but that didn't really make matters better. As the seventeen year old opened his mouth to say something, he heard a noise coming from the corridor. Great, just great. So much for sneaking around undetected. "We should probably get out of here before someone finds us with this mess." Zipping up his bag, the lion slung it over his shoulder, frowning at Xavier. This was pretty much exactly what the seventh year had wanted to avoid. He liked sneaking around. He did not like getting caught. The Gryffindor spent enough time in detention as it was. He didn't know if prefects were somehow immune to detention, but that amnesty probably didn't carry over to their cohorts.
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