[LOG] Nicholas Flowers and Edward Finch-Fletchley (in-progress).
Characters: Nicholas Flowers and Edward Finch-Fletchley.
Date: Sunday 06 September 2022; before dinner.
Location: The seventh-year Slytherin boys dormitory.
What: Edward attempts to empty the last of his itching powder into Nicky-poo's pants and learns that you can't use the same trick twice once the other chap's caught on already.
Rating: Most likely PG-13 for manly violence and potential homoerotic overtones.
Status: In-progress.
It was nearly time for the first Sunday dinner of term at Hogwarts, and as such, the Slytherin common room and dormitories had mostly cleared out, save for a few lingering students finishing up the last of their homework, a game of wizard's chess, or other affairs not to be mentioned in the presence of a prefect or Head Boy. Edward Finch-Fletchley was of these last remaining Slytherins, and while he usually preferred to have a large crowd around for attention-seeking purposes, this lack of potential witnesses to what dastardly deed he was about to do was perfect.
He took a quick look outside of the seventh-year boys dormitory for a last-minute check to see if anyone might surprise him at the last-minute, and when the coast seemed clear, he kicked open his trunk and rummaged through its content until he found exactly what he was looking for. The small cardboard box he took out seemed harmless enough, but it actually contained the last of the itching powder he had very generously doused Nicholas' pants with earlier during the previous week. There was just enough left to sprinkle onto another pair or two, and with that, he skipped over to his favourite dorm-mate's trunk, said the correct incantation to undo the lock, and carefully picked out what seemed like the cleanest pairs of pants he could find.
'I think you're going to thoroughly enjoy yourself in class tomorrow,' Edward happily lisped to himself as he tipped a bit of the powder onto a strategic location on the fabric. 'You'd be a much happier chap if you'd just touched yourself more often.' He took his wand next to turn the powder invisible before picking up the box again to do the next pair of pants. So engrossed was he in his noble work that if anyone did approach the dormitory as he'd checked for earlier, he would certainly fail to notice until it was too late.
Date: Sunday 06 September 2022; before dinner.
Location: The seventh-year Slytherin boys dormitory.
What: Edward attempts to empty the last of his itching powder into Nicky-poo's pants and learns that you can't use the same trick twice once the other chap's caught on already.
Rating: Most likely PG-13 for manly violence and potential homoerotic overtones.
Status: In-progress.
It was nearly time for the first Sunday dinner of term at Hogwarts, and as such, the Slytherin common room and dormitories had mostly cleared out, save for a few lingering students finishing up the last of their homework, a game of wizard's chess, or other affairs not to be mentioned in the presence of a prefect or Head Boy. Edward Finch-Fletchley was of these last remaining Slytherins, and while he usually preferred to have a large crowd around for attention-seeking purposes, this lack of potential witnesses to what dastardly deed he was about to do was perfect.
He took a quick look outside of the seventh-year boys dormitory for a last-minute check to see if anyone might surprise him at the last-minute, and when the coast seemed clear, he kicked open his trunk and rummaged through its content until he found exactly what he was looking for. The small cardboard box he took out seemed harmless enough, but it actually contained the last of the itching powder he had very generously doused Nicholas' pants with earlier during the previous week. There was just enough left to sprinkle onto another pair or two, and with that, he skipped over to his favourite dorm-mate's trunk, said the correct incantation to undo the lock, and carefully picked out what seemed like the cleanest pairs of pants he could find.
'I think you're going to thoroughly enjoy yourself in class tomorrow,' Edward happily lisped to himself as he tipped a bit of the powder onto a strategic location on the fabric. 'You'd be a much happier chap if you'd just touched yourself more often.' He took his wand next to turn the powder invisible before picking up the box again to do the next pair of pants. So engrossed was he in his noble work that if anyone did approach the dormitory as he'd checked for earlier, he would certainly fail to notice until it was too late.