Oh whatever, girls; you just TRY and top the ideas I have floating around my head.
James and I have been talking.
Oh yes, and when I mean talking I mean stock piling weapons of mass embarassment ready to dispose at any given moment to the said target (and crap Snape).
VICTORY FOR ALL MANKIND!
1.) You are mad. You realize you've probably just sent half the population of the castle into a blind rage?
2.) This wouldn't have anything to do with that funny smell coming from under your bed, would it? I'd chalked it up to your socks, but I could always be wrong...