Behold the return again of my little gem, while I wait for some reviews on my new Pokémon Quest, linked here. I promise this one I won't abandon from lack of interest like the last one I tried. Anywho, on with the show!

Chapter 16: Results Inconclusive

OR

They'll Make The Grade Somehow

It was a cool January 12th when I finally called an end to my thus still un-named free for all beatdown challenge. I was actually planning on running it till the end of January, but the other Professors were getting annoyed with their pupils missing classes because of 'back-turned jinxes' and 'stab wounds', so I was called to put it to an end, or else they would.

"So that's why I'm proud to present Mister Sam Hopkins as our lucky winner! Good job throwing caution to the wind and using anything or one around you as meatshields to cover fire! That's a survival instinct that anyone should be proud of, and now you get to enjoy all the weird and forbidden shit we keep just slightly more guarded than the rest of the odd and violent lesson plans we keep in that library." I nodded proudly as I presented the VERY disconcerted 5th year Slytherin with my personal access pass.

You could tell it was from me both because it had my signature on it, as well as a caricature of my face with a word bubble saying 'This is Fuckin LEGIT'.

"Ah! Thank you, sir?" Sam kind of trailed off at the end as I had already turned and begun walking away, all set to plan for my next and pretty much only form of entertainment in this dry ass teen-drama filled cesspit.

Personally, I was torn between sending out masses of love potion based letters keyed to random people around the castle, unleashing some form of mass illusion spell to make everyone look like the opposite gender for a week or so, or just wait for my annual Easter lottery hunt where some eggs were fine truffles and prizes, while others were literal bombs.

The wonders of having fuck all to really spend money on when you live in a place that takes care of 96% of your needs. Screw productivity, I was here to lighten up this shit, and encourage some out of the box experiences. Tis the only way to really grow as a person, at least for Magical people at least in my opinion.

Or I could be completely wrong and just doing it all for shits and giggles. Jury's still trying to find exactly where that line laid.

I puckered my lips as I ambled past a few portraits, arguing about who this week had stolen a lance that was obviously poking out from behind a massively content-looking dragon in the background.

Hmm, that could be a good lesson. Tons of fun stuff to do with Wizarding paint, some of it maybe even possibly useful. Something to keep in mind for the 4th Years.

A small smile made its way to my lips as I swayed left and right, an invisible wiggle from hip to head and the idea rattled around.

Yes, yes, paint a friend and let people see what others think they look like. The painter always influences what's seen, and never quite matches up with the real deal in one sense or the other. It was impossible to capture everything in a single image after all. See if they can find that missing piece and make it complete, or if they need a third party to play spot the difference. The more I thought it the more I liked it.

Plus I could splatter the leftover supplies all over the Second Years, because waste not want not. Show em how much of a mess life can become out of nowhere. Inspiration really was nice when it came out of nowhere.

END OF CHAPTER

This really is such a random little story with me, but I have so much fun with it. The whole thing is kind of monkeys and typewriters with me, and I feel like its natural. A bit shorter than I really want too, but that's more a consistent issue with me than anything else. Eh, I'm working on it. Now I'm gonna go have a shower, while you all get a good chuckle out of this while you leave a like and review about whatever else random shit you want to see happen at Magic School for Meh Career Choices. Cheers!