WHO; Melinda Bobbin and Malcolm Baddock.
WHEN; After exams.
WHERE; Malcolm's dorm.
SUMMARY; Malcolm wants to play a prank on someone, so Melinda helps him.
RATING; PG-13, as far as I'm concerned.
WARNINGS; ...maybe cursing? Hm.
STATUS; Incomplete!
Okay, normally, Melinda wouldn't get herself into anything that could potentially get herself into trouble, simply because she couldn't see the point in what good it'd do. She had better things to do most of the time, too, which meant she wouldn't bother with it, but exams were stressing her out more than should've been allowed, even if she knew she would do well on them. Or she knew she
should do well on them, which was the point.
Regardless, Melinda couldn't tell Malcolm she wouldn't help for some reason, which might have been because she needed
something to do, though that was debatable. It also didn't help that she had to get someone else's journal, but she'd have nothing to worry about if Daphne wasn't there, and it wasn't like her and Melinda were the closest of people ever. Melinda mostly stayed to herself, for some reason, but that hardly mattered at the moment.
Standing up, Melinda left the sixth year girls' dorm rooms and made her way to the seventh years' dorms, glancing around just to make sure that no one was in there, since she could never be too careful, after all. Melinda was hardly what someone would call
stealthy, as much as she tried to make it seem like she was the most graceful person ever, but she knew that wasn't the case. Once making sure that the coast was clear, Melinda slipped in and took another look around before she went over to Daphne's bed, doing as little snooping as possible. It wasn't like Melinda wanted to find something she wasn't looking for, which would never be her intentions, but she did find what she was looking for and then let out a slow exhale.
Melinda placed the journal against her chest and covered it up with her robe, holding it in place as she left the dormitories, still glancing around every now and then. She was lucky that everyone else still seemed to be at their exams or just not in the dorms, because otherwise, she'd most likely have a lot of explaining to do as to why she was acting as though she'd done something she knew was wrong. Well, besides the fact that she knew
this -- what she
was doing -- was wrong, really. That was a technicality that didn't matter.
When Melinda made it out of the girls' dorms, she took a few deep breaths, then started on her way to the boys', being as quiet as possible. She never understood why there was nothing to make sure girls couldn't go into the boys' dorms, but that wasn't something she thought about enough to actually go looking for an answer for, as much as she sometimes wondered what the founders of the school were thinking. Honestly, girls could be just as sneaky as boys, which was what she didn't get. Whatever.
Walking up the stairs, still being as quiet as possible, Melinda finally made it to her destination, and she sort of knocked on the door briefly before realising that more likely than not, all of the boys would be at their exams or simply not in. So she opened the door carefully, peeked her head around the edge of it, noticed no one was in, and that caused her to breathe a slow sigh of relief. Stepping in through the door, Melinda shut it behind her afterward and walked further into the room, raising an eyebrow.
Melinda decided her best bet was to just go sit at Malcolm's bed, considering she wasn't going to stand up the whole time, so she did just that and crossed her legs under herself as she waited for him to show up. The only way Melinda even knew which bed was Malcolm's was by the rather large sign at the foot of it that said
Malcolm Baddock in a hot pink-ish colour with sparkles all over it, because otherwise, she probably wouldn't have had a clue which one was his. It wasn't like she had much to do besides wait, and Malcolm usually came through when he said he would, which meant she could make herself comfortable until he came, which she did just that. Opening her robes, Melinda placed the journal off to the side of the bed, then leaned back so that she was lying the wrong way on it, her arms crossed under her head loosely. Now all she had to do was... well, wait.
