Who: Lazarus Smith and Terry Connors What: Randomness! Where: Some hallway in the castle When: Saturday Afternoon Rating: TBA!
Everything was hilarious. From the fact that her pants had somehow disappeared, leaving her with her robe as an oversized, very lacking dress to cover her knickers (Something about naked dance party?? Hahahaha!! ) to the way someone was moving, to her useless attempts to move, she couldn’t stop giggling like an idiot. Problems? What problems? The small conscious part that still stirred in the far back of her brain protested that this was nothing more than artificial happiness, and didn’t she remember the swarm of blue billywigs flying in her direction, followed by stings and the world suddenly being a much better place?
But that didn’t matter. Not now. Because, asides from being hilarious, everything was beautiful. Even the Slytherins she crossed paths with were the most charming things she had ever seen—Terry couldn’t bring herself to mind the fact that she had hugged at least two of them, barely managing to from where she was, floating a few feet away from the floor, but enthusiastically trying nonetheless – and the moment she managed to remember how to open a door, or the location of the door, at least, she would go out to admire the flowers she had seen out of the window a few seconds ago (she had tried jumping out of it, but her efforts had yet again been thwarted by her inability to cross windows—or walls, for that matter).
It was terribly hard to focus, though. Every distraction was… well… a very big distraction. Usually, a hilarious one too. She was trying to find the door—but, OH, look at the way that armor reflects light, so SHINY! Giggling to herself, Terry tried to impulse herself to dive through the air, soon finding aerodynamics were a lot harder than they looked when you weren’t carrying a broom (broooom! Hahahahah!), and that hitting the wall was actually rather painful. “Oww! Hahahahaha!”
Was it her imagination, or was she losing altitude? With a gasp that was between amused and startled, Terry felt her stomach sink as the effect from the billywigs’ sting dispelled somewhat, and she started to, slowly but inexorably, fall.