"Well, you see, there's this giant "fart bomb" I bought on the black market," said Necromancer14 "The stink cloud supposedly has a radius of three miles. I was thinking we could bomb @FlamingPhoenix and @LadyVendetta. And, with your permission @Liberty, we could bomb @Horisun as well."
Dumbledore: "Now, it's great that you've been saving the school and all Harry, but unfortunately your grades have been a tad low, and, well... perhaps Gandalf could explain it better... hit it, Gandalf!
Necromancer14 yelled down to Horisun: "I don't need to catch you! I just need to press a button! Ready guys?" he asked Liberty and LZPianoGirl.
Dumbledore: "Now, it's great that you've been saving the school and all Harry, but unfortunately your grades have been a tad low, and, well... perhaps Gandalf could explain it better... hit it, Gandalf!
"All right then! LOOK OUT BELOOOOOOW!" hollered Necromancer14, pushing a green button. The bomb fell. "Oh, look, there's @Fraey, right where the bomb landed. Hey Horisun and Fraey! What's it smell like?"
Dumbledore: "Now, it's great that you've been saving the school and all Harry, but unfortunately your grades have been a tad low, and, well... perhaps Gandalf could explain it better... hit it, Gandalf!
Dumbledore: "Now, it's great that you've been saving the school and all Harry, but unfortunately your grades have been a tad low, and, well... perhaps Gandalf could explain it better... hit it, Gandalf!
"Oh, it's just a fart bomb we dropped on you guys. Sorry. It was awesome though. we'll probably do something even worse I mean better later."
Dumbledore: "Now, it's great that you've been saving the school and all Harry, but unfortunately your grades have been a tad low, and, well... perhaps Gandalf could explain it better... hit it, Gandalf!
"Let's hope they don't think up a revenge plan," said Necromancer14, while closing the window to stop the draft of stink from coming in any more. "If they do, I'll have to activate my ice-cream catapult and frosting squirt-gun defenses."
Dumbledore: "Now, it's great that you've been saving the school and all Harry, but unfortunately your grades have been a tad low, and, well... perhaps Gandalf could explain it better... hit it, Gandalf!
"Ahh, you have some ice-cream?" Liberty exclaimed. She snapped her fingers eagerly and a bowl of vanilla ice-cream, with a fresh brownie and caramel drizzled on top hovered in front of her hands.
"Beautiful." she whispered, and dug in. After a bite, she looked up at Necromancer14 and Lucy, chuckling nervously. "...Want some?" she asked.
