Umbridge's Office, Later Thursday Night

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Ronan leaned over to whisper to the lock on the door; after a moment, it clicked open. "Ready?" he said, grinning over his shoulder.

[OOC: NFB for further pranking. For the co-conspirator, he as knows who he is.]

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Anders, holding the box of cupcakes, shook his head in admiration. "So much better than a lockpick," he said.

Then the smell of fresh paint hit him. "Whoa. Guess we're not the only ones who were busy tonight, huh?"

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Ronan laughed, illuminating the room slightly with a few swift words. "Apparently not," he said. "Looks like Umbridge will have an interesting morning. Where do you want to leave that? Right on her desk?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Right smack in the middle," Anders confirmed as he arranged the box -- meticulously packaged and filled with pink-frosted, pink-sprinkled cupcakes in a stasis field (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/1191324.html?thread=99495324#t99495324) -- on the desk where there was no way Umbridge could miss it.

"Love and kisses, crazy principal lady," he announced, straightening up.

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Ronan considered the box for a moment, and then pulled a note out of his pocket. "What do you think?" he said, showing it to Anders. It read: A gift for you in this time of trial. Hoping that the students act in a more reasonable manner, your secret admirers.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders almost burst out laughing -- but managed to restrain himself to a low chuckle instead. "That," he declared, "is absofrakkinglutely beautiful. Definitely."

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Ronan did a little mock-bow, just barely bending at the waist and inclining his head. "Thank you," he said. "I do try my best. So, what do you think?" he added. "Pink, gooey, half-burned, half-raw cupcakes exploding all over her as soon as she opens this box. Anything else we should do?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"This plus whoever painted the place should be plenty to drive her nuts." Anders just had to pull out his camera phone and take a picture, though, because come on. "Although me and Charlie were considering making annoying Nerf darts that sing or something, at some point."

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"Singing Nerf darts." Ronan stared a little at Anders. "Do I even want to know how you'd accomplish that?"

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"Dude," said Anders with an amused snort, "no idea, but I'll try and figure something out. But for now? This is good. C'mon."

Pausing for just a moment longer to admire their handiwork, he slipped out of the office, relieved that it wasn't as pink as he'd heard it was.

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Well, it had been. It's just that it wasn't right now.

Ronan followed Anders out of the office, closing the door behind them, and leaning down to whisper to the lock on the door, locking it behind the: