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Leo Princeton

March 28, 2014 5:03 PM

Having a little fun. [tag everyone] by Leo Princeton

The powers of the adult were gone and Leo was revelling in the new freedom. There were the Head students, of course, and other pesky Prefects, but Leo didn't mind them. He hardly respected his classmates as any sort of authority figures in private even if they did have a shiny badge to accompany them. To their faces and to everyone's eye, he was an angel. Sometimes a little selfish and a little slow, but that was part of his guise and couldn't be helped. Leo enjoyed playing the role of the innocent and though he'd gotten into a bit of trouble last year and the year before because of his tardiness, he was determined to continue his guise stronger than ever. If he was going to create some havoc, he had to be extra careful with testy students and frantic prairie elves scrambling about.

Cascade Hall was always the perfect place to cause a bit of mischief because when the hall was full of students eating, it was easy to disappear into the masses. His plan today was one that required him to awake much earlier than his classmates. At seven o'clock sharp, the normally lazy Leo dressed, rubbing his eyes as if he were still half-asleep. "I'm starving," he moaned to his room-mate before exiting his room and walking down to Cascade Hall. It was normal for a growing lad to suddenly become ravenous and Leo used that presupposition to his advantage.

Once he was in front of the door, Leo waited until the corridor was clear, checking twice around the corners to make sure no one was on their way, and then opened the door a crack and cast a spell on the outer door handles. Whoever touched the handle to open the door from the outside would begin quacking like a duck. The spell on the doorknob and on the victim would fade an hour from now (Leo wished he could make it longer), but it would be entertaining for any ridiculously early risers who were already in Cascade Hall.

There was no reason for Leo to be causing this havoc except for his own entertainment. Usually he only stepped out of line when he wanted to prove a point or if it somehow helped his ambitions. This did neither, but it was the freedom that Leo was able to exercise that encouraged him. Having successfully evaded any eyes, Leo slipped into Cascade Hall and made his way sleepily to the Crotalus table. He put a waffle onto his plate and began to pour syrup on it, eager to see who would walk through the door first. If necessary, to evade suspicion, Leo was not afraid to argue that he had been inside Cascade Hall with the other untouched early risers.

Subthreads:

I could use a little fun. by Atlas Primred, Pecari with Wendy Canterbury - Pecari

I'm not. by Julian Umland with Charlie Duck

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Atlas Primred, Pecari

March 28, 2014 10:04 PM

I could use a little fun. by Atlas Primred, Pecari

Atlas walked slowly to Cascade Hall, still peeking now and then at the purple clouds that covered the school. He hadn't gotten much sleep the night before due to all the havoc that had plagued the school. He wasn't a huge fan of schedules, but that morning he craved a little normalcy, or as much as he could get in a magic school anyways. He had decided that the only way to clear his head would be to go to the MARS room to swim. He had gotten in a few laps before he had noticed that his breathing was off.

He then decided to time himself using the lap clock. He did a 50m freestyle and a 100m freestyle to gauge how he was doing physically. Then he realized in his horror, that his speed had decreased... a lot. He had spent a majority of his summer practicing quidditch and although he tried to use the MARS room to swim, however nothing beat the training he had got from the competitive team back home. Atlas couldn't help but wonder if maybe he was wasting his time and effort with quidditch. He wasn't sure if he had really gotten better over summer, and now that he was loosing his swimming skills he was feeling even more upset with himself.

He rubbed a hand through his wet hair as he approached the door of Cascade Hall, he was in a hurry to eat and hadn't spent much time toweling off his hair. He had forced himself to do 2 mountain swim sets and practice his dolphin kick, so he was especially hungry. He wondered if the food would be out yet, as it was still pretty early. He grabbed the doorknob and opened the large door to Cascade Hall. The sweet smell of waffles rushed into his nose as he pushed the door open. "Great," Atlas thought, even more upset now that he would have to put up with an annoying sugar smell during breakfast. Pancakes would have been preferable, at least you could make them savory, but waffles were the worst.

His self loathing and frustration were slowly growing with each passing minute. He was glad there where only a few people in the hall at the moment because he was feeling even more anti-social than usual. He might talk to someone if he had to, but first he needed food in his stomach. Once seated at the Peacri table he began loading his plate with potatoes and eggs, yet there was no bacon in sight. He sighed quietly to himself, yet as he did so he realized he sounded a little funny. He rubbed his temples even more peeved. He didn't feel like he had a sore throat, but after the past few nights of bad sleep it wouldn't be such a far fetched thought. He grabbed the orange juice and poured himself a large glass, he couldn't afford to be sick, not now.

OOC: I didn't know if the spell made you start quacking automatically or if it was only when you talked. I just went with the latter, I hope that's ok. If not let me know.

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Wendy Canterbury - Pecari

March 29, 2014 5:21 PM

This is quite entertaining by Wendy Canterbury - Pecari

Wendy had decided she did not like being in charge. The school was going through a crisis and Wendy was scrambling about trying to be calm when really a magical storm could hit magic lightening all over the place and she would suddenly disappear. It was like those futuristic movies, except it was real life and magical. She didn't know which was worse. At least all the futuristic movies she'd ever watched ended happily. She just hoped no one else would disappear before then or attempt to rescue the professors wherever they were.

It was a little later in the morning when Wendy finally went down to breakfast to greet whatever chaos was going to meet her there. The purple clouds were still very disconcerting, but Wendy liked the color and admired it for a little while as she walked on by, forgetting that they could possibly be uncontrollable destructive forces. Nobody believed her so Wendy kept quiet with her theories as she walked along. She would simply follow orders from the older Prefects and Head Boy and Girl and nod along to whatever they said.

Wendy walked into Cascade Hall and sat at the Pecari table across from one of the younger students she didn't know too well. It was a good time to start making new friends and even if Wendy was not always a very talkative girl, she was feeling a little spunkier today. Part of the reason was because of her bright clothing. Wendy found a lot of comfort in clothing and she had lots of funky new outfits from shopping at thrift stores all summer. She was wearing floral-patterned maxi skirt, gold sandals, a white belt, a light blue tank-top, hoop earrings, and several bangles on her wrists. She had let her blonde hair grow over the summer and now it reached her shoulders. She didn't like it too long, but she did love the bohemian look.

The uniform robe had been forgotten in her bedroom. Even if she was a Prefect, she didn't think it necessary to continuously wear her uniform now that there were no adults to chastise her for it. She was wearing her Prefect badge, but she had attached it to a long chain and was wearing it as a necklace. It matched the craze of her outfit and she liked it.

She had seen the boy around the common room and opened her mouth to say "Hello," before putting some food onto her plate. Instead, what came out was this: "Quack."

Wendy's hazel eyes opened wide in surprise. "Quack, quack," she said instead of what she'd meant to say: What? Sorry! "Quack quack quack, quack!"

This is so embarrassing! Wendy turned bright red, feeling foolish in front of her younger classmate. "Quack," she said feebly, trying to say something, anything else. But all that came out was the sound of a duck. "Quack quack?"

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Atlas Primred, Pecari

March 29, 2014 11:09 PM

For us, not so much them. by Atlas Primred, Pecari

When Atlas had made it halfway through his plate, his nerves finally started to calm down. Although he was still feeling a little peeved, the amazing food in his stomach was helping to soothe him a little. He noticed an older girl walking towards the table. "Please don't sit next to me, just sit somewhere else... shoot," he thought to himself. He thought that if he just gave off enough mental waves she would get the idea that he didn't want to have company that morning. Its not like he had a problem with the girl, frankly he had no idea who she was other than a Pecari student. The way she was dressed reminded him a lot of the girls in Santa Cruz, they were all into that hippy look. She seemed nice enough, Atlas thought perhaps he should give her a chance and try to step out of his comfort zone.

"Quack," she said.

Atlas looked up from his plate at the older girl's face. His almond eyes gave her a skeptic look. "Just what game is she playing?" he thought to himself. He wondered if she was trying to be funny, or making fun of him. On any other day he might not have been so on edge, but he was already frustrated from earlier that morning, and she was not helping.

The girl's hazel eyes opened wide in surprise. "Quack, quack. Quack quack quack, quack!" she said then turned bright red. "Quack," she said feebly,"Quack quack?"

From the look on the girl's face and how flustered she seemed, Atlas figured she was just a victim in this situation. "What happened to you why are you talking like that?" he meant to say yet instead, just like the older girl he began to 'Quack' instead. Atlas' heart fell. He would have been greatly embarrassed if it weren't for him already being so upset. What was going on? Was it part of the weird things going on at the school. He touched his hand to his throat. "Hello?" he said to himself feeling the vibrations of his throat. " Quack " he said again, instead of what he felt his throat say. Something strange was definitely going on.

He turned his attention back to the girl, examining her face carefully to see if she was just pretending to be upset. Had she done this to him? His eyes moved down to her necklace and where Atlas saw that she had a Prefect badge. Maybe she was innocent in all of this. " Who ever did this..." he thought to himself making a laundry list of things he would do to the person responsible. But for now he had to figure out how to get back to normal. Talking to each other wasn't going to work, they would just look like a couple of weirdos. He quickly dug into his bag and pulled out some parchment and a quill. Pushing his plate aside he wrote on the paper then turned it around so the older girl could see, and placed the quill next to it.

Whats going on? Did you do this?

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Julian Umland

April 01, 2014 7:06 PM

I'm not. by Julian Umland

On some level, Julian thought she still hadn’t accepted that the teachers were really gone. Seeing their table, their missing places in the classrooms, still brought a little shock every time it happened, and though she wasn’t doing it, she felt as though she should be wandering around in a daze. Without adults, real adults, not seventh years who'd been no more than half a step above her just a day or two ago, around to say what she should do and when and how she should do it, she was, however she tried not to show it, confused and directionless and felt strangely distant from everything, as though watching it happen in a dream. She was not sure what was worse, the idea of this feeling continuing or the thought that it might eventually stop, making this normal.

Already, there were tiny bits of that feeling. As she went to open the door of the Cascade Hall, she had to stop to cover her mouth as she yawned, never a morning person even though she had gotten up at seven a.m. and joined the rest of whatever group she was in most of the mornings of her life, just like any other morning. She rubbed her eyes with one hand as she used the other to grasp and turn the doorknob and managed, inside, to only just barely glance toward the table the teachers weren’t at before she went to one of her usual seats. Put food on her plate. Poured herself juice. Said grace. Just like normal.

Normality was a little prevented, though, by not knowing what her parents were doing. Normally she did. Right now, though…were they following routine, Dad at work already and Mom in the van with the boys? Or did they know what was going on here? If so, there was no doubt in her mind that they were much closer, no further than Phoenix and closer than that if possible, and doing whatever they could think of to try to fix the situation, or at least figure out what the situation was. Mom sometimes seemed to know nearly everything, so she might know what was happening, and Dad and Stephen would blast the weird clouds, if those were what had them locked in, apart themselves to get her out of here, if they had to. If they knew she was in trouble, that the whole school was in trouble, they would do what they could to fix it.

If, of course, they were alive. She had had a nightmare, last night, that no one outside the school was – that they were the last people alive anywhere. Ridiculous, but…..

Julian poked at her pancake, finding the sight utterly unappetizing even though she usually enjoyed blueberry pancakes, and took a sip of her juice. Someone sat down across from her, and she looked up, smiling automatically, and tried to say “Good morning.”

Instead, two loud duck quacks came out of her mouth, followed quickly by a third as she tried and failed to shriek when that sank into her head. She was quacking like a duck. That was not supposed to happen. Her hands flew to her throat as she stared at the person, her eyes huge with alarm as her face turned red with embarrassment. What was going on here?

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Wendy

April 07, 2014 12:39 AM

Quackity quack! by Wendy

Wendy found some comfort in her housemate's quacking which, on any other occasion, would have been completely ridiculous. He didn't seem to be in a very good mood and their quacking hadn't seemed to help. She initially felt affronted by his question. Why would he ask her if she was responsible? She was not only a pretty trustworthy girl, but the newly appointed Prefect which he should have known. At least, Wendy assumed everyone knew who the Prefects were if they'd paid attention during the Welcoming Feast.

But her annoyance quickly melted as she quacked in indignation. The quacking was getting a little funny because it was so silly, and she picked up the quill. I don't know. Did you do this? she wrote, turning the accusation back at him. It's silly.

Wendy quacked at him, meaning to say, "Here," and the quacking made her giggle, which sounded like a duck quacking under its breath. It was just so silly and ridiculous that Wendy burst out laughing and the sound of laughing quacks made her laugh even more. Laughing always made her feel better and today especially, already having been in a good mood, she felt slightly hysterical. What was going on at this school?

She laughed so hard that tears gathered in her eyes and as she calmed down, she looked at the boy. He probably thought she was insane, but wasn't everyone insane right now? The world was currently turning upside-down. Might as well laugh at it instead of freak out like some of the older students. "Quack quack?" she asked, meaning to say, Are you okay?, tilting her head slightly and letting her hair fall into her face. Whenever he handed back the paper she would write it, but it wasn't every day Wendy was able to quack at people and be found socially acceptable. She wondered briefly how long it would last.

OOC: Sorry for the delay!

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Atlas Primred, Pecari

April 14, 2014 3:36 AM

*Gasp, Quack?! by Atlas Primred, Pecari

I don't know. Did you do this? she wrote, turning the accusation back at him. It's silly .

Atlas mouth moved slightly ready to retort her. Why would he want to make himself sound like a duck. The whole thing was just ridiculous. She then quacked at him, and then amazingly started to giggle. Although he wasn't really sure if he could even call that duck sound giggling. She then burst out laughing more and more to the point where she looked like she was crying.

Atlas' eyes widened at the sight, his mouth slightly agape. The girl's spectacle caught him a little off guard. Unable to control the frustration he had been harboring since earlier he finally burst out, "What is wrong with you? What kinda prefect are you anyways? How can ask such an antagonizing question blaming me then start laughing like a crazy person?" Unfortunately none of this would have made any sense to the upperclassman, since he was honking like a duck that had just lost its marbles. With all of his arm motions, all he needed was some feathers flying around and he could have actually been mistaken for a duck.

He didn't realize his mistake until the damage was already done. All of his anger and frustration was instantly replaced by a tidal wave of embarrassment, complete with his face becoming beet-red. If at least one good thing came out of him quacking like a duck, it was that she was unable to understand what he had said.

"Quack quack?" she asked, tilting her head slightly and letting her hair fall into her face .

In addition to his own idiocy, the girl's actions only severed to make him turn an even deeper shade of red. He had remarked it a little earlier, but now that he got a better look at her he noticed that she was really cute. Not 'cute' in the way Liliana was 'cute' because she reminded him of his sister, a different kind of 'cute', more elegant. He averted his eyes from the upperclassman, and quickly snatched up the piece of paper with what little dignity he had left (which he assumed was close to none), and began to write.

No I didn't. and yes its very silly he glanced up at the girl from beneath all the hair in his face. He really had made a bad first impression if she was thinking that he seemed like the type off troublemaker to pull this kind of stunt.

Sorry for accusing you. By the way I'm Atlas. He thought he might as well try to salvage anything he could. After all, at this point Prefects where like the authority right? He didn't feel like having half of them after him for being mistaken for a rebel. Not that it really mattered to him wether she was or wasn't. It just helped give him an excuse to want to try again to talk with the cute girl.

"Quack..." he said meekly pushing the quill and paper back to her. He still couldn't bring himself to look at her, at least not until he stopped blushing so much.

OOC: Its ok, sorry mine took so long too.

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Charlie Duck

April 15, 2014 1:45 AM

Nor am I. by Charlie Duck

Charlie was feeling fidgety and uneasy, and had been ever since the somewhat disastrous Defence Against the Dark Arts class that the Intermediates had endured the previous day. For one thing, there was the fact that Leo Princeton was a menace, and Charlie was quite sure that he wouldn't contain his fun to a couple of shots in their lesson. Unless Charlie's own retaliatory hex had scared him into submission.... Leo knew that someone knew it was him. However, that made Charlie uneasy for two reasons. Firstly, he still felt bad about turning his wand on his classmate, even if it had been a harmless enough hex, and had stopped Leo causing further damage. Second... what was he supposed to do? If he tried to report Leo, the other boy might find out and Charlie wasn't really sure what there was to prevent Leo targeting him specifically, and making his life absolute hell. Charlie didn't want to go back to being picked on, especially with the added horrific dimensions of magic being involved and there being no adults to at least draw the line somewhere. Teachers were generally pretty ineffective at preventing bullying – you couldn't just force people to be friends, or force some people not to be bigoted arses – but... well, there were some things bullies wouldn't risk when they knew adults were around. And now they weren't. But if Leo kept up his campaign of irritating pranks against the whole school, wasn't it Charlie's duty to say something? If someone got seriously hurt by Leo and he could have stopped it, he'd feel awful.

Wrestling with these dilemmas had led to a not particularly peaceful night. Having woken early, Charlie gave up any pretence that he was likely to fall back asleep. He got up, glanced in the mirror and wished he hadn't. There were dark circles under his eyes and he looked awful. The arsenal of grooming products and beauty spells at his disposal was considerable and he set to work, trying to get a fresh face on for the morning. It was a reasonably successful effort, and to the untrained eye he probably looked more or less fine. But his own critical self-appraisal was less forgiving, making him all the more mad with Leo, whose fault it technically was that he looked this bad.

He made his way down to the Cascade Hall, where at least he seemed to have some luck. Julian was not normally an early riser but she was already at breakfast. His usual grin made its way back to his face at the sight of her and he made his way over, almost forgetting about his grumpiness. He was quite taken aback however, when instead of speaking to him, she quacked. From the look on her face, this was clearly unexpected to her as well.

“Julian...?” he tried to say, only to find his own voice similarly effected.

There followed a series of loud, angry quacks, accompanied by a fist thumping on the table in uncharacteristic anger. Had he been able to get any words out, the tirade would have labelled Leo Princeton as the culprit, and attached a few choice words to his name.

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Julian

April 17, 2014 1:44 PM

Tell me about it. by Julian

Julian jumped when Charlie, after starting to quack, too, hit the table. She pointed to herself and shook her head, hoping this conveyed that it wasn’t her fault they sounded like waterfowl (that’s why Passeriformes shouldn’t be called ‘songbirds’, she though irrelevantly. Because crows and ducks are equally annoying to listen to, and I should know, but ducks aren’t perching birds. It's the feet.), and flinched at the sound of more quacks behind her.

Clearly, they weren’t the only ones this was happening to, which almost made her feel better, somehow. Enough, anyway, to realize that while there were other people starting to quack like ducks, there were others who were not doing so. So it wasn’t everyone. Except – she was sure she had said ‘good morning’ at least once before she got to the Hall, so maybe it was taking longer for some people than others? Maybe the others would suddenly stop talking normally in a minute?

She covered her face in her hands, trying to think. Her mother would say she should look at the problem, gather facts, form a hypothesis, and then test it, but that advice really didn’t feel very useful right now. Even if she could somehow figure out what the facts were and form a hypothesis, which she didn’t think she could, how was she supposed to test it when she couldn’t talk?

An idea struck her, and she fumbled for paper. She was still carrying her bag with her as normal, hoping things would go back to normal, and now it was going to be useful even though things hadn't. So much for the triumph of logic.

Once she had a pen out, though, she realized she didn’t know what to write, where to even start, since calm down, everything's okay would be an outright lie, since she had no way of knowing that, and, more to the point, Charlie would be sure to realize this. The Head Boy and Girl could pull off that kind of thing, she guessed, or at least give it a good try, but she could not. So instead, she pushed the parchment toward Charlie, who seemed to have a lot to say. Writing wasn't as good as really being able to talk, but it beat trying to play charades until...something happened.

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Charlie

April 18, 2014 10:18 AM

I can't :-( by Charlie

Charlie held his hands up in supplication, shaking his own head, as Julian pointed at herself. No, no – I'm not angry with you.

He sighed, which at least came out more or less human, there presumably being no equivalent noise amongst ducks or it not coming close enough to speech to be affected, and ran his hands through his hair. The spell was more irritating than anything else but he really could do with not being irritated right now. Why did someone want to go through life making other people frustrated? Charlie couldn't understand people whose sense of fun came from embarrassing others, or people who needed to put others down to feel good about themselves. It was supposed to be the things you liked, that made you you or that you were good at that made you feel better, not just pushing everyone else into the mud so that at least you were the one standing.

He gave Julian a thumbs up for her preparedness in bringing paper and pen with her, and took them. He hesitated. The thing he'd been thinking was what a little toerag Leo was but he didn't even have the guts to say that to anyone, much less create evidence by writing it down. But clearly Julian expected something of him.

“This sucks,” he began. Then, feeling that he ought to offer something more useful added, “Maybe only in hall? Try leaving?” Charlie hadn't eaten yet but was too put off by the morning's events to really notice or care. As he pushed his suggestion over to Julian, he felt a little better. It seemed like a reasonable theory. It would work quite well, as a joke (if you were into that sort of thing)... people came in, went quackers and would become panicked and disorganised. They'd be too busy quacking and miming at each other to think of something like simply leaving, and thus would perpetuate the problem for themselves.

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Julian

April 21, 2014 4:57 PM

I think I'm getting the point anyway. by Julian

“Yes,” Julian tried to say to Charlie’s assessment of their situation, but it didn’t work, so she nodded harder instead, making a face. She had never thought of herself as the most talkative person in the school – not the least, but certainly not the most – but it was going to be hard to remember not to talk at all. She hadn’t, she thought, ever noticed how natural it was to nod and talk at the same time, even though both nodding and saying ‘yes’ meant the same thing. It was completely redundant and as completely natural, she thought. Everyone in the world must do exactly that, all the time. It was going to be hard not to quack.

Worth try, she scribbled back on the paper, and, with a mournful look at the remainder of her breakfast, grabbed a roll in one hand and hauled her bag up to her shoulder with the other, balancing it there before gathering up the paper and quill again and gesturing to Charlie that she was ready to give it that try.

Outside, she swallowed hard, then focused on saying, “English, English, English.” Instead, though, there was just another stream of quacks. “Oh for goodness’ sake!” came out the same way, and she wanted to hit something, though all that was really available was the wall and it hadn't wronged her, making that kind of pointless and more likely to hurt her hand than anything. Instead, then, she turned to the wall, and using it as a mostly-flat surface to bear down on, wrote Guess not. In hall did it, though. I talked bef. breakf.

Nothing else was duck-like yet, anyway, though, which was a good thing. If they were going to turn into birds and spend the rest of their (she assumed; if John had ever rambled about the longevity of waterfowl, she had not been paying attention at the time, but they didn't seem like things which would live very long, particularly in a desert) very short lives looking for ponds that didn't exist, she thought they ought to have done something besides just quacked by now, which made her wonder if it was something like all that ruckus in Defense, instead of something else going wrong in general.

If it was...well, she wouldn't want to be the person behind it, if anyone found out. Not when everyone was already, she was sure, at least a little scared and no one knew what was going on. Maybe that was why whoever did things was doing them, but she found it hard to really care when it was making things worse for the rest of them like this.

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Wendy

April 25, 2014 4:02 PM

This is going swimmingly by Wendy

The honking noises the younger boy was making was hilarious and fueled Wendy's laughter. He didn't look very happy, but the whole situation was just so funny. He looked adorable flapping around like that, honking more like a goose than a duck, and Wendy finally just had to put her head down on the table to try and calm herself down. She felt herself on the brink of hysteria and she took a couple deep breaths before looking at him again.

He seemed a little embarrassed and he pushed the paper back to her. Wendy had forgotten all about it. He was apologizing and Wendy smiled at him before writing down her response. It's okay. We're all pretty high-strung. I'm Wendy. I wonder if we'll turn into ducks next. Hopefully not. It's weird without the staff around.

Wendy pushed the paper back to him and shrugged her shoulders. "Quack quack," she said, and then turned to put food on her plate. She didn't feel like a duck just yet, though maybe the flapping arms of Atlas indicated some kind of mental duck transformation. She didn't want to eat worms or anything else that ducks ate, at least for now. She put cheesy scrambled eggs on her plate, wondering where all the professors had gone when they disappeared. She didn't think they died or anything, which meant they had to have disappeared to some other room. Maybe they were trapped inside the school somewhere! I hope they're okay, she meant to say, temporarily forgetting that she made duck sounds instead of words. All that came out was quacking.

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Atlas Primred, Pecari

April 25, 2014 9:07 PM

Sink or Swim? by Atlas Primred, Pecari

Wendy smiled at him before writing down her response. Wendy pushed the paper back to him and shrugged her shoulders. "Quack quack," she said, and then turned to put food on her plate.

Atlas' blush deepened slightly at the smile she gave him. He tried to rationalize the reason he was acting so insanely uncool in her presence was because she was an older student. Whatever the reason, it was not a feeling that he was fond of. He looked down at the paper to read her response and clear his mind, even if only for a moment.

"It's okay. We're all pretty high-strung. I'm Wendy. I wonder if we'll turn into ducks next. Hopefully not. It's weird without the staff around."

Atlas hadn't even though about the possibly of the spell continuing. He wasn't a huge fan of duck, and didn't think he would like being one either. Then a lightbulb of panic went off in his head. What if this was a plot by someone to ensure they had enough food while they were unable to leave the school? They would begin turning the students into poultry! He looked over to his plate, feeling that the meat had somehow lost its appeal. He pushed it away even further from himself. However his thoughts were interrupted by a quack from Wendy. It seemed like she had tried to say something however all that came out was quacking.

Atlas looked at her for a moment. She was pretty but sounded so idiotic quacking like that. It was such a contradiction. So random, so unexpected, and very humorous. He started to chuckle under his breath, however when he heard his own laugh sound like quacking he couldn't help but laugh a little harder. It was amazing how at ease he was feeling now compared to when he first entered Cascade Hall. Perhaps like his senior, he needed to learn to laugh a little more. After his laughing fit was over, he settled himself down he took the quill. He wrote down under Wendy's responce on the piece of parchment before pushing it back to her giving her a more at ease smile, now that he wasn't so down in the dumps.

"Sorry its just so funny to hear an odd duck noise come out of you. It doesn't fit you at all, no offense"

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