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?"