Are we having fun yet?
The door to the third year boy's dormitory opened. Roxanne looked up at her brother from her position on his bed. He was leaned over, panting slightly. "Well?" she demanded impatiently. When she saw him smirk, she knew.
"One of the easiest things I've done!" he exclaimed. Out of his schoolbag he pulled a toilet seat. "And the others are charmed to the ceiling," he added as an afterthought.
"Let's go send this to dad," Roxanne smirked. This was the best plan she had come up with. But of course, everything she thought of was perfect. She was the brain behind the pranks – always has been and always will be.