Approximately 4:10pm on Wednesday January 7th.

Outfit


All you could see beneath the door of the stall were the feet of the user glad in a grey heel. There were only so many that would wear that sort of heel at school, and pull it off. At the sound of the flush and a few moments to get situated it was easy to see who those feet and shoes belonged too. Arielle opened the door and walked out with that little bit of a swagger she normally had. She headed straight to the sinks; placing her bag carefully at her feet she washed her hands. Her eyes for the moment completely focused on her hands as she washed them. Arielle was a bit anal about keeping her hands clean. Many coming in and out of the bathroom were prepared to see Arielle Snark in front of the mirror completely focused on her own reflection, but not many knew just how obsessed she was about cleaning her hands after using the loo.

Of course once hands were completely clean she was back to doing the normal run through. She was looking at her reflection in the mirror. She started first with her tie, straightening it, followed closely by her prefect badge. Next came the correction of her hair. Considering she had put the effort into straightening her hair today she was going to make sure it looked good at every moment she could. Arielle brushed her bangs from her face to make sure you could see her face, yet her bangs accented it. There was an art in the way she parted her hair, after all it had to frame her just right. She pulled her hair over her shoulders, taking a quick moment to check the state of her dead ends. She smoothed down a few fly away hairs before she could successfully check hair off her list of things to tend too.

Arielle heard the sound of girls moving around the bathroom, moving around her as they washed their hands and used the facilities. She caught a glance of a few that followed her direction and took a moment to check their appearance. She also heard the sighs of the girls that thought this obsession was entirely pointless. Arielle wanted to look good, and it wasn’t to impress this was just for her and who she was. Okay, maybe that was a bit of a lie. Boys definitely had a part in the fact she was trying. Arielle wanted to be given attention, what fifteen-year-old girl didn’t?

She applied her lips close carefully before bending down and putting it back in her bag. She quickly looked up, as a girl seemed to want to get into the area of the mirror she was hogging. She didn’t care what it was for, that was just not how it was done. “Excuse me I am not done here.”  Arielle rolled her eyes and waved them off with a flick of her hand. She wasn’t quite sure the reason for the rush, after all it was late afternoon and most classes were done by now. She had just finished History of Magic with Austerlitz; surely everyone was done as well. It was study break and she was choosing to study her face.

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OOC Note: Anyone can join. There are a girls moving in and out of the bathroom, so that could be you. You could be the girl Arielle waves off. One of Arielle's friends could come in and they could chat as they primp. BOYS could even enter causing a bunch of squealing. Could be a prank in the works, or a cruel joke on a shy lad. Anything can happen, it is a bathroom have fun with it. The more the merrier I say.

Outfit

"No! Nonononononono..."

The sound of machine-gun fire protests grew closer and closer to the girls' lav until it arrived at the door.

"NO! Guys! Guys! Okay! Funny funny!"

And in a struggle of laughter and pointy elbows, Figaro Sellaphix came stumbling into the bathroom, and the door slammed shut behind him.  He heard the lock snap closed and he knew the door was locked from the outside magically.

The undergrown fifteen-year-old wizard was nearly nude; just a pair of yellow and black breifs underwear, his black socks and black tennis shoes. He straightened up stiff and clapped his arms over his chest.  And then over his crotch, and seemingly unable to decide, back over his chest.

Figaro opened his mouth and shut it again, an expression of baleful acceptance on his face.  This could go a few different ways and he wasn't very much in control considering he didn't have a wand or clothes.  He offered a very nervous, apologetic smile to the girls, and sighed.  He wondered when the shrieking might begin.

There it was. He closed his eyes as an angry shout pierced his eardrums. 

When he opened his eyes a moment later he shrugged.  "Look, I'm about as happy about this as you are," he said to the room at large.

You could hear it from down the hall, and Arielle knew as prefect she should probably inquire as to what the commotion was all about. Just as she was finishing up and picking up her bag, the laughter and the desperate cries of no, had gotten closer. She had turned towards the door just as the nearly naked Figaro stumbled in. Arielle’s bag dropped and her eyes went a little wide as she heard the door lock. It took a moment to register that a half naked boy was standing in the girl’s lavatory.

Arielle just stared at the unflattering outfit of briefs. The poor lad didn’t wear boxers for this experience. It was almost as bad as being naked. She watched as he awkwardly went back and forth deciding what to cover up. “Cover yourself up!” She shrieked along with the rest of the girls as she finally turned away. There was a tint of pink in her cheeks. That was most definitely the most of a boy she had ever seen before.

Finally the inner prefect came to a head and turned back to him. “Keep your eyes on the floor mister, don’t be sneaking a peek.” No girls should have been exposed but she didn’t want him trying to peek beneath the stalls.

“Anyone got their robes, or a spare anything to cover those unsightly briefs up?” Not to mention the rest of him, but she was a little more worried about the offending briefs, but then again she was appreciative that they were there in the first place.

Outfit

Kit had stopped by the loo to freshen up after History of Magic class to freshen up before a study break. No, not freshen up as in staring in the mirror to adjust her make up for boys or what other nonsense but to make sure she looked as fresh and presentable at four in the afternoon as she did at five in the morning. Besides, Kit was one of those girls who preferred her makeup to look like bare skin rather than dramatic and...colorful.

She saw Arielle Snark positioned and front of the mirror and have the girl a polite nod of acknowledgement. They did after all, share the same dorm room, so it wasn't like Kit didn't know exactly who she was. And who her aunt was and how that very likely influenced the Prefect badge that had once belonged to Kit. But it wasn't Arielle's fault, of course. And Kit wasn't bitter at all.

So Kit went about her business and was in the middle of combing her hair when overly loud yelling floated in from the outside. First years probably. Kit went back to her hair, deciding not to tell her younger school mates about the difference between outdoor and indoor voices.

And the yelling got louder and something really did enter the bathroom. Something that d not belong. Someone wearing nothing but underwear, socks and shoes.

She knew Mr. Sellaphix could lean toward the ridiculous, but this? THIS!?

Kit stared at the boy, in open mouthed shock and for once at a complete loss for what to say or where to even begin.

"What is the meaning of this?" Kit said in almost a hiss. Boys did NOT come into a girls lavatory. Under any circumstances The idea alone was enough for Kit to cringe at the indecency. And yet here indecency was, standing right in front of her looking awkward. Well good. She certainly hoped he would feel awkward.

Arielle immediately began asking for some sort of cover-up. Maybe she had a few desirable traits for a prefect besides a shared gene pool.

Kit immediately removed her outer robe, thankful that her standard uniform decently covered everything it should (aka: no skin from neck to toe) without it.

She walked over to the boy, keeping her very stern face very focused on his. She thrust the robe out to him. "For all that is good and decent in the world, put it on."

Figaro had, at first, done a good job of not looking anyone in the eye, hoping perhaps that if he didn't see them, they wouldn't see him.  Perhaps like an omega dog averting his eyes from the hungry, dominating alphas.  But when he did look up, he recognized Arielle Snark.  (Who'd shown up with a Prefects' badge, mysteriously.)

She ordered him to stop looking and so he obeyed, and put his eyes back on the ceiling.  But he was grinning now.  Erin Harper may have been trying to get him hexed, or suspended or something - but it was hard to escape the slightly thrilling sensation of being where he was.  He felt like Atlantis's 11.

When another voice demanded answers from him, Figaro looked at them again.  Shit. Kit. And Figaro remembed exactly how not flattering this look was for him.  Pasty yellow-haired kid, no muscles, five-one.  He looked back up at the ceiling and switched his hands back down to his crotch again.

"Oh yes, this was clearly my idea.  You two are sharp as tacks, you are.  I've learned to lock doors from the outside with my brain.  Also, I look very sexy in this outfit so yes. My idea.  Thrilled to be here," he said in a sing-song voice at them, still grinning more than was good for him, still looking up at the ceiling.

He flinched when Kit Branwell stalked towards him, and he hesitantly locked eyes with her.  She was very very deliberately not looking down.

"Cheers..." he said by way of thank you.

He fumbled with her robe - which smelled like... clean - but in his nervousness, couldn't get the sleeves sorted out.  And then in the seconds that followed, managed to tie it around his waist by the sleeves, like a jammed up bath towel.  At least he was covered.

He felt behind him for the door knob and it was so locked, it wouldn't even turn.  He tried again and then sighed.

He looked back at Kit and Arielle.  "How went your holiday? Mine was good."  Small talk.

From within her stall Ayla had heard the whole commotion but wasn't about to come rushing out until she was finished. Once Figaro was wrapped up the last stall closest to the door swung open and Ayla casually strode out. She regarded Fiagro with a tilt to her head as if seeing a half naked boy with a school robe tied around his waist in the middle of the girl's lavatory was a completely normal occurence. While having boys in the lavatory wasn't something she saw everyday (nor was a half naked Figaro for that matter) the fact that that boy happened to be Figaro Sellaphix made this whole situation seem a little less out of the ordinary. If it had been anyone else perhaps she would have been as skittsh or freaked out as the other girls but this was Figaro and it just didn't seem strange to her.

With a smile and a nod to Arielle and Kit she moved past the girls heading for the mirror for some primping of her own. She seemed rather unconcerned with Figaro for the moment. Much like was common for her these days Ayla's uniform was in a state of dismantle. Her sweater was gone, her blouse was unbuttoned over an elegant looking tank top and her house tie was hanging loose around her neck. She was currently running her fingers through her hair, she was still getting used to how long it was now. First term her hair had barely been over two inches now it was down to the middle of her back thanks to Lexus' crazy hair growth potion. No matter what she did to it, it kept growing back to this length.

Once she was sure her appearance was acceptable she turned to the others that were in the bathroom ,"So why are you in the girl's bathroom Fig?"

Of course had to stick her nose into it, you couldn’t completely stop a prefect from being a prefect even if the badge was taken away. Arielle had never really asked Kit or her aunt why Miss Branwell had lost her prefect badge. She only assumed it was deserving, and that there was some sort of secret about her fellow housemate. Arielle of course remained polite, a picture of a lady, but that didn’t mean she thought wonderful thoughts of the girl.

“Thank you,” she said softly to Kit who offered up her robes for the lad. Arielle supposed she could have fished her out from her bag, but she didn’t want Figaro caught up in her expensive robes. As she watched the boy tie them about her waist, she was even more relieved they weren’t hers. He would be wrinkling them right now, was all she could focus on.

“Watch your tone Figaro,” he was really lucky she wasn’t in his house otherwise she would be deducting points at this point. “Obviously you are not responsible ending here, she just want to know why.” Arielle was extremely curious to know who was the culprit or culprits behind this indecent act. Figaro didn’t deserve to be pushed into and locked in the lavatory.

Arielle rolled her eyes as Figaro started into small talk; she supposed it was all he could do. “They were fine,” her voice trailed off as she looked to watch the younger Hufflepuff come from the stall. Immediately she was horrified by the state of her attire, that was no way regulated uniform, sure they only had study break to go but had she worn that all day? No, there was no way she could have gotten away that and pants no less. Arielle would have to have a discussion with her aunt on this, surely the professors would keep an eye on the state of the uniforms.

“Isn’t it obvious it is not his choice to be in here, and more the fault of the owners of that laughter outside.” Arielle snarled at the third year. She didn’t care who she was, she wasn’t going out of her way to make friends with the younger years she wasn’t forced to interact with. “You might want to shape up with your uniform in future reference as I am sure the staff aren’t keen on the way you wear it.” Arielle said as an after thought.

Now it was time to get back to the issue at hand, and not the stupidity of a third year. “Figaro, who did this too you?” Arielle only hoped she could get some justice and deduct points if a Gryffindor had been involved. She actually felt a bit bad for the Hufflepuff boy.

Walking down the hallway with her messenger bag, Jordyn was glad classes were over for the day.  She didn’t feel like doing anything else, though she had enough homework to keep her locked up in the common room for several hours, she didn’t want to touch it until after dinner. 

But, she had stopped at the library for a few minutes to pick up a book on Ancient Runes before heading back toward the stairs and down to the Slytherin dormitories before dinner.  But, as she walked down the hall, Jordyn saw a group of boys that seemed to be causing some sort of commotion outside of the girls’ bathroom.  Pursing her lips, she readjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder and sped up her impatient walk toward the cacophony of male bravado that was filling the otherwise calm hallways with chaos. 

It was unfortunate that the speedy clicking of her heeled shoes seemed to alert the offenders of her presence and some amount of brutish movement occurred before the door to the girl’s bathroom swung inward and a blur of pasty white and yellow was shoved inside, the sound of laughter filling the hallway.  “Oi!” she yelled in the least posh she had ever sounded sort of way, trying to get the attention of the crowd of offending boys. 

Naturally, no attention was paid to her and the assailants were running down the hall and away before she even got a chance to get close enough to see them.  “Stop!” she yelled again, but in vain as they turned the corner.  With a heavy sigh, Jordyn stopped in front of the bathroom door where she heard a commotion from the inside.  Her chest heaved and she was trying to catch her breath – apparently she was out of shape.  She would have never worried about it, but there was something going on.

Looking at the door after catching her breath, Jordyn reached out to push it, but the door wouldn’t budge.  She pushed again, but it still wouldn’t move.  “What’s going on?” she filled up her air with lungs and she leaned her cheek against the heavy, wooden door, hoping that she might get an answer, “Hello?” 

Thankfully, the Hufflepuff boy took the robe, unfortunately he seemed to forget how to use sleeves. If it wasn't so undignified, Kit would have facepalmed. She settled for rubbing a temple with her hand.

"Correctly, Mr. Sellaphix," Kit scolded. "Or did whoever throw you in here impair your basic motor functions as well?"

Though given a trend of "fashionable" dishevelment that seemed to be going around (case and point the third year Hufflepuff that joined them) maybe he thought he was putting it on correctly. Stars above she missed the Prefect's bathroom.

She didn't even attempt to respond to his assumption that everyone here was saying this was his idea. For one thing, Sellaphix being Sellaphix, it very well could have been. For another, Gryffindor's new prefect already took care of that detail.

As Sellaphix seemed too...flustered to answer questions (or put on clothing), the only thing that seemed in any way the locked door. And of course that was the one thing that got confirmation when a familiar female voice floated through, along with the sounds of fist-on-door.

"We're locked in," Kit called back to Ms. Dimbleby, "Along with Sellaphix in less-than-proper attire. Did you see the culprits?"

They completely ignored his small talk and kept on at him about silly things that didn't matter.  Why was he here? Where were his clothes? Did his mommy buy those underpants? Who's bright idea was this? Such preoccupation with old news.

"Hi, Ayla." Figaro said cheerily to his younger housemate.  She seemed mostly unaffected, because she was one of the cool ones.  Arielle, however was getting testy.  He didn't want to push her too far, ever, being a Snark and all. 

"I'm not a rat," he said a little defensively.  "You'll never get it out of me.  Torture me all you want."  He pooched out his belly in the manner that so many teenage boys seem to know how to do, and rubbed it, making a face.

Kit was harping at him to wear her robe properly, but Figaro was discovering what many nudists experienced: you stopped noticing after awhile.  Begin to revert to a state of natural undress.  He was beginning to feel quiet at home in his makeshift garments. 

"No thanks, Kit, I'm good."

"Oi, Jordyn!" He turned away from the girls and shouted through the door at the older girl.

"Unlock us, yeah? It's very inappropriate - we haven't got a chaperone and what with all the hormones there's no telling what they'll do to me.

Ayla's green gold eyes widened a bit when Arielle spoke to her. She jutted one hip to the side and put a hand on it purposely pulling her blouse back to show more of her designer tank top. Ayla adored fashion, it was kind of hard not to when her mother was one of the biggest up and coming fashion designers in the muggle world but she hated uniforms. So as soon as classes were over and she entered free time she made herself as comfortable as possible. Surely the professor's didn't expect them to wear these stupid things all day long, they weren't required to wear them on the weekends why should they have to after classes?

She answered Arielle's snarl with one of her own. She was so sick of the attitude fifth years had. She hated being treated like a child or as though she were insignificant. She wasn't a child, in fact she was one of the oldest third years, she was as old as most if not all of the fourth years which mean she was only a year younger than most if not all of the fifth years. It was about time she got treated like the fourteen year she was, "Did I say he did it on purpose?" Her voice dripped with venom, "As crazy as Fig is I highly doubt he'd voluntarily throw himself in the girl's bathroom, in his underwear no less." She had no problem dishing out the attitude, like Figaro she was in a different house so it wasn't like Arielle go do anything to punish her, "Oh and you might wanna check your 'holier than thou' attitude while I'm busy not correcting my uniform."

She moved past the girl to join Figaro's side making sure her back was to Arielle. She had barely even taken notice of Kit but since they were in the same house she assumed the two girls were friends which meant Ayla didn't want to be anywhere near her either.

Completely unphased by how much skin Fig was showing Ayla touched his arm and spoke so only he could hear, "The Slytherin's bothering you again mate?" Ayla was no stranger to how horrible the Slytherins could be and Figaro knew it.

Ayla couldn't help but laugh when Figaro mentioned hormones to the girl on the other side of the door. She had no idea who Jordan was but hopefully she'd be willing to help them out.

Arielle’s eyes narrowed on the young girl, she couldn’t get around she was indeed younger. “Stop acting like a fifth year and act your own age third year.” She snapped at her, “Respect towards prefects would be wise, even if I am not in your own house. I am at least a year old and with some semblance of power, thank Merlin not over you else I would be pulling my hair out in frustration.” Arielle rolled her eyes and looked over to Kit, with people like Ayla around she almost wanted to give back the prefecture badge. “You aren’t my age and I don’t have to treat you as an equal.” She started to walk towards the door of the bathroom, which in turn meant she had to get closer to the offender and the unfortunate third year.

Of course Kit had to stick her little nose in there. Arielle had this under control but she supposed there wasn’t a problem with Kit helping. The sooner they got away from this damn place the better.  Perhaps it was being enclosed in a space that had her on edge.

“Move,” she said and waved her hand towards the Hufflepuffs. She heard Jordyn on the other side. “It is magically locked, Jordyn do you think you can find a professor or we can see if we can open it.” The sooner she could get out of this bathroom the better. Arielle didn’t think she could take any more of a cocky Third year that thought she was a seventh year and with terrible fashion sense to boot. Arielle thought there was much to be desired about this girl’s sense of style.

“Why is everyone yelling?” a small voice from the furthest stall called out, the owner’s zebra printed flats bouncing with agitation. Both belonged to little Sophie Flickwick, who happened to hated using the public loo. She had a very shy bladder and people screeching and bickering did not help any at all. When it became obvious that no one was going anywhere nor were they going to quit yelling  she sighed and gave up, a flush preceding her exit. Why people couldn’t just let her pee in peace she would never understand.

Of course she chose that moment to look up from adjusting her tie and squealed, “OMIGOD, MY EYES! MY EYES!” covering her face quickly she actually ran into the side of the bathroom stall and gave a yelp followed by a whimper. It was not so much the state of undress Sellaphix was in - Merlin knew her brother John ran around half naked all the time, it was that…well, he was so pale. “Why is there a naked ghost in the bathroom?!” she was holding her head, and her shoulder as she stumbled away from the toilet stall.

Of course once she slipped back on her glasses she realized that it wasn’t a ghost at all. No. It was Figaro. Squinting at him she tilted her head to the side, “You ought to get some sun. I confused you for a very naked Peeves,” her cheeks blushed a little as she forced herself to look away. Now was not the time to be noticing Fig Sellaphix in any kind of context. It was awkward to say the least. She mostly, up to this point, thought of him as an overgrown twelve year old, in fact he seemed best suited to spend time with second years. Who knew under all of the annoying questions he was actually a boy, a cute one at that? Not Sophie.

Figaro scoffed and rolled his eyes when little Ayla suggested he was being harassed by the likes of people of Callum or Erin or Atticus's ilk.  "Psh!" 

He'd never tell. 

Besides, whoever had put him up to this, it wasn't all bad.  Sure, he'd probably get a round detention of it, or perhaps a letter home.  But well, he was fifteen, male and hetero.  He'd certainly survive the ordeal.

He budged over obediently when Madam Prefect Arielle Snark shoved he and Ayla away, letting her handle the business with Madam Head Girl Dimble Dimbleby.  Seemed like if it kept moving in this direction, they would be out of here in no time.

But the shrieking of a banshee scared Figaro shitless.  It was Sophie Flickwick from one of the stalls, grabbing at her face like she'd been burned, yelling about a ghost.  He blinked a few times and then washed a little pink when he realized she was talking about him.

"Wait what? Me?" He put his hand on his chest and the other below on his belly.  "I'm not -!" he stuttered with a sort of nervous laughter.  He knew he wasn't the most fit boy in school, but he could hardly do anything about how tan he was, short of trying to orange himself? Or something?

"Do us a favor!" he finally blathered out, aghast and a little offended, but still mostly smiling.  "Not all of us get to go to the Mediterranean for holiday!"

Clearly, there were a lot of girls in there and one boy.  This could not be good.  Since that particular boy was Figaro, Jordyn had a distinct feeling that the girls were problaby none too pleased by it.  Were it someone else, someone more… palatable… she’d probably have to blast the door down in order to stop some grievous happenings. 

The only thing grievous she’d have to worry about here was whether or not Figaro would make it out alive or not.  Grasping at the handle of the door again, she tried to tug on it with all of her might, finding the door was sealed shut, completely ridiculous.  She rolled her eyes at his declaration that he would be the one victimized because of hormones.  He clearly did not understand the sacred nature of the girl’s loo and how encroaching upon such a space without proper invitation was probably just as bad as having a sit on Dumbledore’s tomb. 

This was lost on the boy, however, and Jordyn started to dig through her bag, “Hold on! I’ll get my wand.”  She could unlock the door easily, if she could find it… Crouching, she dug through the leather pouch, Jordyn frowned.  “I can’t find my wand!” she called through the door, still digging.  She could have sworn she had it, but maybe when she went to drop off her textbooks in her dorm she had left it there.  Oh! That was a right mess.

“I’ll find someone!” she called in response to Arielle’s question about finding somebody and hefted her bag on her shoulder.  Looking around, the hallway seemed fairly empty, and any younger student would be useless – they’d need someone older, or someone who at least knew an unlocking charm. S he had a feeling that this was going to be more difficult than that though, pranksters wouldn’t just lock the door – it was probably adhered shut or something… oh!  This was a pickle. 

“Is there anyone around?!” Jordyn yelled as she moved down the hall a little, more toward the stairwell.  “The loo door is charmed shut!” She didn’t want to move too far from the door, just in case, but she also needed to get someone to help.  Hopefully a professor would come out of the library or something!