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WHO: John Egbert and Dave Strider
TONE: Burn baby burn!
RATING: PG for swearing and burning smuppets
WHEN: Monday, March 19
WHERE: The dungeons
WHAT: John and Dave prank everyone at Slytherin by magicking a bunch of smuppets into their common once someone opens the door. After that, they go deeper into the dungeons with some more smuppets and prepare to have a little bonfire of smuppets.
STATUS: Ongoing

So as it turned it out, being sneaky and fast while magically dragging around a bunch of puppets was harder in practice than in theory. Still, among the chaos that Slytherin had become once the stream of smuppets had began, John and Dave had managed to make their way deeper into the dungeons without much trouble. Once he fairly certain they were out of everyone's ear shot, John let out a laugh. "Hahaha! That was awesome!"

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"Beats me, but whatever it is I'm sure as hell not signing up." Dave shifted so that he was sitting cross-legged. "I get enough of his shit at home I don't wanna have to fight him just to get to the Great Hall."

Plus, there was the fact that he was currently so mad at Bro that he could spit. Yeah, that was a big one, too.

"I don't think Dumbledore would let him fight you," he said, the reference to the headmaster reminding him of Rose. He wondered how she was taking the news. She'd made perfectly obvious that she disliked her mother, and now with a bomb like this, it probably wouldn't improve. All that amateur psychoanalysis probably didn't prepare her for that either.

That was not how families were supposed to be, that much John knew for sure.

Dave hadn't really talked to Rose since the bomb got dropped, so he couldn't tell you how she was handling it. Then again, she hadn't ever idolized her mother in the same way that Dave once idolized Bro. For Dave, the pedestal was broken, and there was no going back. "Yeah, well I don't think Bro's the type to be afraid of an old fart with a beard."

"Still..." John insisted. "That's stuff that'd get him fired, right? It's not like he could hide it."

Dave shrugged, but didn't say anything. If Bro even managed to get hired in the first place, he was probably good enough to stay on even while he made Dave's life a living hell.

"That offer still up for Easter hols?" he asked, after a moment had passed. "Needless to say, I'd rather tear out my own toenails with a pair of hot pliers than go home."

Edited (((shhhhh I can type))) 2012-03-24 22:40 (UTC)

"Sure!" John said with a small smile. That at least was something that he had no intention of changing.

And then he was hit by a sudden thought reminding him that Bro wouldn't necessarily let Dave, and his father certainly wouldn't be letting someone stay in his house without permission. But then again, Bro had made him promise to have Dave's back at all times (like he needed to do that), and that certainly fell under that, so he figured it'd probably be fine.

Dave actually smiled a little at that, too. "Thanks, I owe you one."

Last he'd heard he wasn't allowed to go. But honestly, look at all the fucks that he absolutely did not give at this point. He also didn't know about the promise that John was being held to. He just. Wanted to spend the hols anywhere but with his brot-- with Bro.

That made John chuckle a little. "Nah, it's cool! You, Jade and Rose are always invite over!"

The little improvised bonfire was getting almost too hot to be sitting so close to. A lot of the damp coldness in the room had been eaten up, dried up by the fire, and Dave glanced around. "Sure am glad there aren't any skeletons of former students or anything in here," he mumbled under his breath.

That actually made John shudder. "Don't say that, you'll attract some ghost."

But then a thought occurred. "Unless you want to start telling scary stories around the fire."

Dave looked at him when he felt him shudder, and was just about to point out that the kid who watches Ghostbusters at least fifty times every summer was afraid of summoning spirits? But then John continued, and Dave's eyebrows shot up.

"Sure, why not?" It was better than dwelling on the parents day clusterfuck of 2012, that was for sure.

"Awesome!" John said, shifting himself so he was facing Dave, and scooting a little away from the fire because of the heat. "You start!"

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