Who: James Potter II, Rose Weasley (who is in a completely separate location), and OPEN to anyone else (anywhere else in the school) who wants to join in What: Operation Jell-o Bomb is underway! When: Monday morning Where: Throughout the whole of Hogwarts--any floor or classroom or publicly accessed area is fair game. Dorms, bedrooms, common rooms and the library are off-limits, but that's about it. Rating: Uh... PG/PG-13? Incomplete/complete? Incomplete
Rose really was a criminal mastermind, James had to admit. She was very good at finding hard-to-find ways to improve on pranks. And this jell-o thing was going to be a blast. 'Literally' James thought to himself, grinning.
It was a good thing he knew that bombs loaded with cherry (and in a small number of cases, lime) jell-o were going to be exploding throughout the school in a minute, because he'd have fallen asleep again if he hadn't. History of Magic was the worst class in the history of ever, James decided to himself, checking his watch again. 41 seconds. Binns is talking about bloody wars, executions and things, and still managed to make the idea of watching paint dry seem more interesting. It really shouldn't have been possible. James checked his watch again. 27 seconds.
He wasn't nervous at all about Operation Jell-o Bomb. Having Rose as an accomplice had the added bonus of knowing that she genuinely cared about not damaging things that shouldn't be damaged, or getting caught. They had both spent a long time looking up ways to adapt the charms that Uncle George (and apparently, Uncle Fred, too) had used to create the decoy detonators. And so the devices they were using to set off the gooey, sugary explosions were quite safe. They were scattered throughout the entire school now, with a few exceptions that Rose and he had agreed on, and would blow up simultaneously, since they were on synchronized timers, with no need for James or Rose to incriminate themselves by manually setting them off. It was perfect. It was ingenious. It was... James checked his watch one last time.
2, 1... BOOM!
The ceiling shook every so slightly and suddenly the classroom was flooded with about three feet of red wiggling goo. James grinned again, poking a bit that had landed on his desk and watching it wobble. Awesome.