Post by Elsie Beren on Aug 3, 2015 20:27:31 GMT -5
It was only going to take her another couple of moments of intense concentration to manage this, assuming no one appeared out of the blue and caught her. Elsie unstoppered the last of the beakers, and poured it into the light fixture, the clear liquid not obscuring any of the light from the bulb. Her mission complete, she slid back down the ladder that she had procured, and stashed it in an unassuming broom cupboard, along with the beaker. Someone would find it and return them to the potions classroom, she hoped, but it was too dangerous for her to go back to the scene of her theft. She let herself have a moment to admire her handiwork, a whole corridor's light fixtures filled with the mixture and ready to go as soon as the halls began to fill, signalling the end of her free period. The sight of the whole corridor filled with hundreds of tough bubbles would be hilarious, but hanging around was the most stupid thing she could do.
Elsie forced herself to walk casually down the corridor, heading towards the library to do a little bit of the study she had abandoned in favour of the prank. Her features were schooled right to the border between innocent and not-involved. She'd learned early on that the innocent face was also the guiltiest face you could possibly wear. She was only about fifty metres away when the doors burst open, and students poured out of the classrooms into the just-beginning rain of bubbles.
Elsie forced herself to walk casually down the corridor, heading towards the library to do a little bit of the study she had abandoned in favour of the prank. Her features were schooled right to the border between innocent and not-involved. She'd learned early on that the innocent face was also the guiltiest face you could possibly wear. She was only about fifty metres away when the doors burst open, and students poured out of the classrooms into the just-beginning rain of bubbles.
