Mordred was feeling in a mischievous mood, as usually, and wanted to pull a prank on someone. Usually the Slytherin’s pranks were rather unfortunate for the victim, but this time the young boy was going to be slightly different and had an idea to pull a slightly less nasty prank on people. He supposed that his mean pranks were not really winning him any friends and were getting him into heaps of trouble. It didn’t really bother the youngster that much…well, if he was honest it sort of did. At the end of the day didn’t everyone want to have some friends, didn’t everyone want to be liked by at least someone? Mordred supposed that they did, he certainly wanted to.

Of course, that didn’t mean that he was going to change his wicked ways, nor did it really mean that the little blighter was going to start being nice to people. The temptation to take out his misery on people that he perceived as easy targets was just too much for the third year to avoid. Besides, he could not really think of any other way that he could take his frustrations out, other than spreading his unhappiness to other people and making himself feel better in the process.

The young lad supposed, in moments of self-reflection, that it was down to the fact that his father seemed to favour his siblings over him, and that his dad was always a bit too busy to spend time with him. That sort of thing could build a lot of resentment in a young man, and with Mordred it certainly did. Maybe he should try and channel his anger in more creative ways but that seemed like too much like hard work to the boy. He would much rather just take the easy route.

Today’s bit of chaos was going to be different. Mordred had no single target in mind, nor was he wondering around the school looking for someone that he could tease and make fun of to cheer himself up. His prank today was going to be more of a mass prank if you like, a more traditional prank for the mischief makers of Hogwarts.

The 13 year old had purchased a portable swamp and had managed to smuggle it into Hogwarts. A smirk crept across his face as he entered the library. It seemed to him to be a good place to deploy the thing and, hopefully, cause a lot of mayhem. The Slytherin jokester reached hint the pocket of his robes and pulled out the portable swamp and released it on the library.

He grinned as the swamp consumed the library, creeping over tables, consuming books and getting students stuck in a quagmire. The lad cackled as he witness the pandemonium which he had caused, before turning around to flee the scene.  

Not From the black lagoon  

She'd been in the motion of setting down her book to select another from her pile. A sixth sense seemed to tickle the back of her neck-- or maybe it was the sudden rise in humidity as the room turned from dry to moist. Please, let it be a sixth sense, and not humidity-- but she was not so lucky.

The swamp spawned, and students panicked. She took a breath, crossed her fingers to hope that this would allow raised voices in the library. Pity that they now couldn't be contained by a quick Protego as earlier versions might might been, pity that they no longer could be reversed by a student--

A silent sonorous at her throat. "Protegos! Imperviouses! Imperturbables!" The librarian was out of their desk, already proforming said spells, stopping the flow of the swamp, and giving further instructors to keep students from getting in the mire, Amelia could hear distantly enough. She could handle this, this was simple enough. "Ollivander, to Smith." She didn't know which one of the clan was here, or which she'd singled out, but it was a safe guess one of them was usually in the library. Charms went hand-in-hand to fixing this sort of thing, and it was suitably low on the chain of command.

Black eyes snapped over to the boy who had laughed, now about to leave-- and most definitely not one of the Ollivanders she'd called to. Her House, younger-- Toes, Finger, Hands. If only Leg-lockers were not quite so obvious, nor Jelly-Legs, but she'd make do. Briefly having considered Banishing herself to in front of him before dismissing the hazards, she settled for flicking one of the doors in front of him shut to catch his attention. The curator had control of the library now, she had to have the student.

"Hands!" Her Sonorus was off to prevent students from overhearing and perhaps attacking, but she knew her voice still carried-- she'd pitched it high enough to carry to him, and as a singer, she knew how to throw it long. "Stay where you are."

Modred knew he wasn’t going to get away with his prank, in his heart of hearts, he knew that he would be caught doing it. However, it didn’t make it any less fun for the wee lad. The bedlam he created was just too much fun. However, the third year was still taken aback when the door slammed shut blocking his exit from the library. He had hoped to at least get out into the corridor and try to have fled a bit before being caught. Maybe even having the chance to try and frame someone else for the prank. He was sure he could have found the perfect fall guy, or girl, for it. But alas, it seemed that was not meant to be.

Instead he spun around to look at the prefect who seemingly had caught him. It was someone from his own house, Hands was not sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Maybe a Slytherin would go easier on a fellow snake? Or it could be that she would have had enough for the 13 year olds antics that she would come down hard on him. It was pretty hard for the young boy to gauge what the response would be.

He briefly considered drawing his wand, but he knew that would be a terrible idea. The prefect was not only a lot more experienced in magic than he was, but she was also an authority figure. Attacking her would be the definition of dumb. Instead he opted to turn around to his housemate and give her a small smile.

”Hello….” he didn’t really know her name off the top of his head. He didn’t really suppose that it mattered that much really [b[“….I urmm…..I was just leaving to try and get more help”[/b[ he told her. He knew that she would probably see through his lie but he wasn’t about to confess he did it to her off the bat. What would be the point in that?
 

"Of course you were." A cool smile played along her lips. Good control of his face, at least-- no guilt, no quite obvious tells of lying. He'd some experiance in lying, she recalled. Liked going after the weaker ones much like Diodorus, though Diodorus was usually better at not being in the room. He might well have been truthful-- all she had was the laugh and the closer proximity to the door than others. Enough to make the guess, though it was one she'd wage her weekly allowance on.

The pause allowed her to listen to what was going on-- the library slowly seemed to gaining some semblance of control as the swamp spread further. Good, good. She'd hate to lose Hands now.

"You're a clever boy, aren't you?" That certain question was rhetorical as her mouth twisted into a smirk, her stride over to him predatory. "You must be, or you'd be in red or yellow. Cunning, resourceful, emphasis on purity--those are the tenets of our house. Purity takes many forms, true, but I'd wager it was some combination of the first two that earned you silver and green more than the latter. So tell me-- why assign responsibility to one certain person? Why close the doors?"