[Dungeons] Torturing Gryffindorks!

[ashleegreenwell]

Ashlee Greenwell, was for lack of a better word, bored. Yawning, the red head drug herself out of bed and got dressed, black tank, dark green mini, and threw her hair up into a slighlty messy, albeit stylishy bun. Grabbing her cloak, she stepped out of the common room and walked along the dungeon corridors, bare feet making no noise against the cold stone. Suddenl she heard voices, she stopped and his herself in a corner, peering around she looked to see who had dared enter Slytherin turf. It was a couple of first year Gryffindorks. Excellent. A malicious smile crossed her face as she pulled out her wand, and aiming it at her victims, whispered the Jelly Legs curse. She snickered quietly as she waited for their legs to start wobbling. Not hearing someone behind her...

[Erys Grace]

Ashlee was right about one thing; the dungeons were Slytherin turf. Erys typically hung around here, if not in the mood to take a trip within the Forbidden Forest. Those outings were usually reserved for a time when she was with friends, because breaking the rules was no fun without a posse. With this in mind, the animagus slipped into cat form, slinking out of the common room and through the hallways, descending quickly down the flight of stairs before skidding to a halt. There was someone else down here with her. Stalking around a little, following the vaguely familiar scent, the Slytherin nearly rammed into a pair of legs - nearly. Peering around them, she saw the duo of Gryffindork underlings, and nearly laughed out loud: their legs had all but liquified themselves!

"Classic," Erys murmured after changed back behind her housemate, a smirk forming on her crimson lips, "The jelly-legs jinx, I presume? Nice going, newbie." But it was a somewhat affectionate nickname, and only temporary. No worries, Ashlee. Seems you're a natural! ..But you still had a lot to learn. It would take much more to impress her, even though Erys didn't realise it.[/color]

[Jac Shaw]

The two Slytherins were forgetting one vitally important person: Jac Biggerstall. The Gryffindor was always in the dungeons, scaring ickle firsties and other not so small persons half out of their wits. It was always fun, tormenting little people, Jac found it to be nearly but not quite entirely better then a good book. This was a typical association from the bookworm metamorphmagus but there would be no book today. No geeky remarks. Simply fun!

Stalking around the dungeons was a lonely work but when you came across a gem like two Slytherins tormenting two probably first years, it was far too much excitement to keep to herself. Ducking behind a wall, Jac quickly adopted the disguise she favoured about most others: Professor Mike Vance. The old tosser didn't even know, poor thing. No time for thoughts like that, Jac told herself, frowning as intently as she had all too often seen Vance doing in her general direction.

Stepping out from the corner, Jac making sure her foot fall echoed loudly down to corridor, Jac marched up to the gathered students, towering as Vance did. "What do you think you are doing Greenwell? Grace?" the eerily precise mimic of Vance's voice harrowing out of the face that belonged to the very same man. "There I am, trying to make your idiotic essays and you go and make a ruckus to break to whole castle down. Have you completely lost your marble?"

So, maybe Erys would see through the guise but who cared, the horrified look on the ickle firsties faces were too priceless to pass up. Smirking at the two, their legs still wobbling feebly underneath them, Jac turned her burning eyes onto first Erys then Ashlee. "Well," she spat, or he, "explain!" The demand was such a Vance thing to do, any worry that it might not be him would surely have vanished by now.

[Erys Grace]

Hearing loud footsteps behind her, the Slytherin angled her head higher in the air, trying to catch the scent of the perpetrator before they showed themselves. While she was trying to figure out who they were, the student presented themselves. But it wasn't a student at all, it was the infamous Mike Vance towering over them, the look on his face enough to make a grown man cry. Strange, though, was he didn't smell like the crabby professor. The air around him seemed younger even, as if it were someone in disguise. But who could do that?

Parting her lips to offer the best explanation a crafty Slytherin like herself could cook up, Erys paused in her speaking, coming to the conclusion of the matter: Jac Biggerstall. Thats who 'Mike' smelled like! It was a well-known fact the Gryffindor was prone to take the form of the oh-so-scary potions professor. So she was trying to pull something with ol' Erys, was she? Silly girl. She'd have to hand it to her though, Jac was very tactful and crafty for a.. Gryffindork. Deciding to play along with the act for now, she put on her best concerned smile, even adding a gloss to her eyes, "Oh professor! I'm glad you're here. The two first years over there were messing around, typical Gryffindors, and they accidentally set Jac Biggerstall's pants on fire." Erys tutted, saying this in a high falsetto voice, "Poor things. She cursed them and stormed off." Serve's her right for trying to pull the wool over her eyes.

"If you'd like, professor, I could go after her. You are, after all, quite busy with marking essays and the like."[/color]

[Jac Shaw]

Erys studied the transformed Gryffindor closely and Jac became a little worried that she may give her away. But no such thing, which was both amusing and worrying. What did she had cooking in that head of hers? Jac wondered glaring down at the animagus, trying so very hard not to start laughing. When no reply came from her (within the first three seconds) Jac turned to the other younger Slytherin: Ashlee. Glaring harshly at the girl, Vance's voice spat out, "well?"

It was then that Erys spoke again. Her head wiped towards the seventh year and she made sure her glare was extra hard. When her own name was dropped into the story, Jac could scarcely hold her laughter in any more. Erys should know better then to say the name Biggerstall in his presence as he hated her so intensely Jac could only imagine how the man would explode. But Jac couldn't bring herself to doing it. She couldn't bring herself to shouting any more as the laughter had been growing from her stomach and was no threatening to explode out of her mouth.

It was now clear that Erys had caught on that it was not in fact the professor that so many feared and loathed. Jac couldn't keep her laughter in anymore and it poured out of her mouth like a hose. She doubled over forwards, a hand clapping on Erys' shoulder as the at first deep laughter that was more frightening then the anger changed into a girly laugh that was often heard around the castle. Her harsh, manly appearance melted away and soon the slight girl stood before them, red in the face from the laughter.

Sighing when at last she could breath, Jac straightened and smirked at Erys. "Good one," she chortled, pretending to wipe a tear from her eye, "I almost had you there, didn't I?" The Gryffindor with the multi-coloured hair grinned at the Slytherin as though they had shared many of these sorts of jokes. When Jac thought about it later she would realise they had but that thought didn't come to her now.