"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.
“Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number.
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you—
Ye are many—they are few.” — Mary Shelly
