Who: Bill and Dominique Weasley When: Saturday night Where: Their flat What: Some Weasley chaos! Warnings: Likley none other than some swearing possibly?
"Papa!" Dominique called out knowing that her father had to be in their flat or well, she assumed he was as she had not heard him leave. She knew she was lucky that their other flatmates were currently out. "Aide-mo-" Dominique, however, did not get her final words out before she was forced to duck behind the kitchen counter as several dishes came crashing down around her.
It was a simple spell, how had it gone so wrong? A second-year could have done it and she was absolutely sure she had done it right... She let out a yelp as a dark object came whizzing rather close to her head, smashing into a cabinet, and went about whizzing about the flat.
This was absolute rubbish, Dominique thought as she got to her feet and stepped out from behind the safety of the counter. "Impedimenta!" She said as she brandished her wand with a fluid and swift motion. Still, the tennis ball, perfectly transfigured into a bludger, kept buzzing about unaware that it should no longer be moving.
"Reducto," Dominique called out again trying to stop the rogue bludger from cracking her skull open, only it did not have the desired effect. No, the object simply split in two multiplying her troubles. "Finite," Dominique tried again, but again, the object simply multiplied again causing Dominique to dive back behind their kitchen counter.
If she didn't know better she would say it was an object from her uncle's joke shop, meant to cause chaos, but it wasn't and she didn't do the spell wrong. Was there something about this place that made spells act strange? It was possible, wasn't it? There was a lot of other world magic and things present there that she knew not of.