Soap was made for Art!

Running to the bathroom having held it during classes, he nearly tripped and fell as he came to a halt outside the bathroom. Scurrying inside he went to nearest stall to do his business. When he was done he washed his hands then looked at the soap with a grin. Looking up at the mirrors, he glanced around to be sure no one else was around. Taking a bar of soap he quickly began to doodle on the mirrors. Hearing the bathroom door open he nearly dropped the soap in surprise from where he was sitting on the sink. Head turning he swallowed hoping it was just another student.

Coming into the bathroom, Peter stopped and stared when seeing a boy position on one of the sinks, a bar of soap in hand. Staring at him trying to figure out what he was up to, the Ravenclaw looked to the mirrors then back to the boy who gave him a sheepish look and a shrug. And it was a Slytherin. Why was it he was always running into Slytherins in the bathroom?

Walking closer to the mirrors, he poked Ralph back into his pocket since the mouse was trying to escape the confinement. Peter didn’t want his mouse on the bathroom floor. Seeing the rodent wouldn’t stay in his pocket, he carefully cradled the mouse in his hands. Gesturing with his chin curious, “Why are you doing that?”

(OOC: Permission granted to GM Raven Drake for this post)

Blinking at the Ravenclaw he stared wondering if the boy was serious. Of course Raven was just glad it was a student rather than a professor. “Mostly out of boredom,” he admitted.

That and he wanted to see what people would do after coming in and seeing doodles all over the mirrors. It wasn’t like most of them washed their hands all the time anyway. Well, the nitpicky ones and Purebloods would. And from the look of the boy in front of him, he probably did too.

Curious at the fact the boy had a mouse for a bet and because he had brought the pet into the bathroom, he raised a brow then smiled. “Want to join me?”

When Sydney opened the door to the boys' lavatory, he had not been expecting to see a boy doodling with a piece of soap on the mirrors. He just stood there staring confusedly while he waited for the image to sink in. Temporarily forgetting he had an urge to relieve himself, he walked over to the boy holding the soap and held his hand out in greeting. Grinning, he said, "Nice Artwork. A responsible student would've probably said how disappointed they were, but I'm just disappointed I didn't think of this first, mate!"
Chuckling to himself, Sydney looked over at the doodles with blatant amusement. He was sure that, given the right circumstances, he would've probably done the same if he were bored enough. He wasn't exactly known for his responsible actions nor for his good behavior.

Looking over as the door opened again, Raven saw this boy was from Hufflepuff. He could go either way on whether or not to join or report him. Grinning when the other complimented him and admitted that he would have done the same. Hopping off the sink, he held out the soap to the Hufflepuff. So far all the ‘Puff’s he’d met were pretty neat. Of course they had to be seeing as his best friend was in the house. “Raven Drake,” he introduced. “Want to help?”

Shaking his head but deciding he might as well join in, Peter took a piece of soap from one of the sinks and went to one of the unvandalized mirrors. The Ravnclaw set his mouse on his shoulder and decided that that was what he was going to draw. He was going to draw Ralph on a motorcycle like in his favorite books.

When the Slytherin introduced himself he supposed he should as well. Turning to the other boy he was sure he’d had Charms class with he stated, “Peter Wiggin.”

Sydney grinned even wider when the Slytherin boy named Raven handed him a bar of soap. Finally, finally he had found a fellow prankster. He didn't know what he would do if he had to go on living like he had the past few days. In his first year he had gotten into a bit of trouble, but it was never enough. Pranking was his passion, and there was no way he would let his skills get rusty. Taking the soap from the boy's hand, Sydney realized two things. One: His hands would smell of lavender for the remainder of the day until he next washed his hands
Two: Perhaps the motion of accepting the bar of soap from the boy was as if accepting he was a comrade. Perhaps it was.
Nodding his head in acknowledgement to the other boy- a Ravenclaw- named Peter, he climbed up onto an empty sink and peered at the mirror with a serious expression on his face. Finally, after about a couple seconds had passed, he grinned conspiratorially and turned to the other boys. He said, "Alright. I have an idea, and it's bound to get us into some trouble if we're caught. If you're in, you might be in for a detention or two...so... You guys in or not?" He held the soap bar up as he looked between the faces of Raven and Peter wondering if they would listen to his plan. It was a prank whose idea got from the doodles on the mirror. If anything, the prank would be be somewhat amusing. He couldn't go about making elaborate pranks, because he would probably the only one enjoying them. No, he had to start out small. That was how all great pranksters started out.

Silently celebrating when the ‘Puff took the soap as well as the ‘Claw, Raven grinned and was about to return to doodling, when his interest was caught. He didn’t care about detentions. Heck, if whatever the boy had planned was fun it would totally be worth it, in his mind. And he was always up for trouble or mischief. Boredom did that as well as a natural penchant for it. Nodding eagerly he replied, “I’m am definitely in!”

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“I’m am definitely in!”

That was it. Raven was definitely someone worthy of being his partner in pranks, thought Sydney. Giving the doodles on the mirrors one last glance, he hopped off the sink he stood on, and held the soap tighter in his hand. Grinning widely he started, "Brilliant. Now, here's the plan..."
He went on explaining to the boys about how the doodles had made him want to do the same in all the other lavatories that were in the castle. That, in turn, had inspired the idea to doodle on all writable surfaces. Of course, the prank would require more than one person, and they would need a couple of supplies. "...Would either of you happen to have chalk or more than one quill? They're going to be coming in handy if we expect this prank to work," he said. With any luck- and a bit of sneakiness- they would be able to write on all lavatory mirrors, chalkboards, windows, and maybe a couple of walls. For a starter-prank, it was still going to be difficult simply because carrying out the prank would be a pain. However, if Sydney and his new mates couldn't successfully carry out this prank and/or got caught, they wouldn't be qualified to call themselves pranksters. And that, was something he simply could not allow to happen. First of all, his mum would find out and he would be in heaps of trouble. Second, it would be a supreme humiliation to have to lose his title as a "prankster". He was, actually, quite proud to have ever gotten such praise. The title was an honor he was resolute to keep.
The excitement of how risky this prank would be made Sydney's blood race faster in his veins, and he was just itching to get started. "So," he addressed Raven, "You ready?"