Harold Eric Dingle (pl_harold) wrote in plagued_rpg, @ 2010-01-13 10:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1999 january, harold dingle, sally-ann perks |
Who: Harold Dingle and Open
What: Deep breaths, deep breaths!
Where: The Trophey Room
When: Wednesday afternoon
Rating: Possibly low, possibly high
Incomplete || open
Harold ran his fingers through his hair and paced the small, stuffy, windowless, display room, watched by the trophies and medals and the names they bore. At least it was empty though, unlike the rest of the school. Merlin knew he needed some privacy now!
Ok, so he'd encouraged Romilda to perform a potion way beyond her skills, buggered it up, unleashed a series of linked dreams on everyone in the school that were apparently having physical effects leaving people stranded in the hopsital wing, wiped Romilda's memory a little too much, hurt Sally indirectly, stolen and resold items from and to just about everyone in the school.
It was officially time for a melt-down!
There was NO way he wasn't going to get caught for this. There was no way. And then they'd be after him with pitchforks and torches! Especially Wayne he was sure...
He turned and bumped his forehead against the glass of the closest case and closed his eyes.
"Fuuuuuuuck," He moaned.