#eva fitzgerald

Happy Valentine's Day to you, too! ❤️ Hope you are having a beautiful day! Much love from me and Hellendil!

Just a curious housemate here, wondering if you know what is going on with our common room fountain? I kept hearing croaking all throughout the night (I swear I can still hear it, should I go to the Hospital Wing for a check up?) On my way up the stairs this morning I almost stepped on a couple of frogs, too.

Are Gryffindors pranking us again? Or was it an inside job? You're our local prankster, do you have any ideas who to go after?

🐍🔎

Dear Curious Housemate,

I too am intrigued by the froggy fountain in our sacred shared space. I doubt a checkup is in order as I too have nearly stepped on the slimy little buggers.

I fear it may have been an inside job but I have absolutely no idea who may have created such a mess. Perhaps someone desired to create an amphibious band to delight the common room with cacophony of croaky chords and it may have gotten *slightly* out of hand?

*She gratefully accepted the cucumber with a devilish smile, having every intention of turning it into a jar of slimy smelly pickles to pay forward such a kind gift later on.*

*Remembering the dark relic she found in the Forbidden Forest last week, she smiled devilishly as she wondered what might happen if one were to combine it with the pickles…*

She made her way to the kitchens, her heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and trepidation at the risk of getting caught. Reaching the portrait of the fruit bowl, she tickled the pear, and the painting swung open to reveal the entrance. Inside, the house-elves were asleep, a rare moment of peace in their busy lives. Eva moved with practiced stealth, her disillusionment charm rendering her practically invisible. From within her robes, she withdrew several vials of a thick murky grey potion, its contents swirling ominously. She approached the vats of pumpkin juice, carefully pouring a vial and a single hair into each, giving them a quick stir before replacing the lids.

With a satisfied grin, she slipped back to her dormitory, her heart racing with anticipation. Halloween morning arrived, and Eva was the first to arrive at the Great Hall, taking her usual seat at the Slytherin table. She poured herself a cup of tea, and waited with anticipation for the inevitable chaos.