We're slow dancing in a burning room;; Rowena

[Haine]

Why, pray tell, was the great hall pink?
Seriously. Everything was a very vivid pink. The tables, chairs, walls, floor, hangings... everything. Pink. And for the first time ever, it had nothing to do with Godric. Please. Even he had a lot better things to do than turn things pink. He was above that level of immaturity. That was exactly why Godric turned things orange. More to the point, that was why the dungeons were orange. Not to mention the majority of Salazar's clothes, as well as a tiny part of the astronomy tower. Godric was hoping that no-one had noticed that bit yet.

He was muttering angrily to himself, wondering how the hell he was meant to reverse this, not to mention find the bastard that did the stupid prank in the first place. Because otherwise, Godric knew that he would be the one getting blamed for it. That's what had happened every other time something stupid had happened... even if they actually were his fault most of the time. Yet we won't go into details there.

Godric walked between the house tables, his long fingers gently brushing along them. Upon reaching the end, he inspected his hand to notice that the palm had also turned bright pink. And yet none had come off the table. That was interesting. Without a second thought, the supposedly smart wizard wiped his hand against the side of his robes. His deep red robes now had a smear of bright pink down the side of it and his hand, of course, had remained bright pink.

This only left one option. What Godric had to do was escape back to his room without getting noticed and try to figure out how to de-pink everything (Well, mainly himself..) from there. If he didn't get caught, this would be brilliant.
The only question was, how the hell could Godders do it?

OOC//Crappp. And random title is because the song was stuck in my head.

[Dea]

Rowena had taken an early stroll around the castle, as normal, only to find that the Astronomy Tower was Orange.

Then, after a quick inspection of the Dungeons, she found those, as well, to be Orange.

Godric.

Stalking to the Great Hall, she stumbled backwards upon entry. That was the brightest, most sickly shade of pink she'd ever seen.
And at the other end of the hall stood Godric, with a pink hand and smear on his robe.

Aha.
Caught red handed.
Pink handed.
Whatever.

"Godric?"
"What the fuck did you do?"

[Haine]

Imagine a deer when it sees a car coming towards it. Wide eyed and unable to move due to sheer fright? Well that was exactly how Godric was once he'd heard Rowena from behind him.
It was clearly obvious that she thought he'd done it. This didn't really surprise Godric that much, as even he would probably think the exact same thing if he were in Rowena's shoes. Plus, it didn't really help that the idiot had a record of these things...

He turned slowly and composed what could possibly have been an innocent look... who was he kidding? It was like a kid caught with his hand in a cookie jar. "Now I know what you're thinking," he started, now trying to sound calm and reasonable. "Yet this time I can honestly tell you that I truly did not do this."

As soon as the words had escaped his mouth, Godric realised that he had said the wrong thing. This was what he said every time he'd been caught doing something stupid. And each time nobody had believed him. And because of that, there was no chance that they'd believe that the poor transfiguration teacher was in fact trying to clean up someone else's stupid idea.
At a time as terrible at this, there was only one thing to do. Subject change. "So what are you doing up so early, Ro?"

[Dea]

Rowena gave Godric the most evil look she could.
"And I suppose you will blame this all on Sally, again, right? Or, wait, no, his evil army of squirrels. Seriously, Godric, how stupid do you think I am?" Rowena said, eyes becoming no more then slits, hands on hips.

It really was a sickly shade of orange.

[Haine]

Goddammit.
The woman truly did know all of his excuses. "Well of course I'm not going to blame Salazar," Not this time, anyway... "If he truly wanted to get me back for the orange dungeon thing -which I'm not saying that I did or didn't do- he'd turn my room pink. So why would he turn the great hall pink instead?"

Godric then realised that by speaking in defence of Salazar, he was in fact making himself look more and more guilty by the minute. Once again, he desperatly tried to change subjects. "... How in God's name do you know about the evil army of squirrels?"
Oh. Wait.
Excuse no. 27,92, 327 and 456.
Yes, Godric did get in trouble a lot.

But still... shit.
Rowena had never looked at him like that before. Ever. There truly was a sense that she was going to kill him. AND FOR SOMETHING HE HADN'T EVEN DONE. Which was, as I had said before, a definite first. There was only one thing to do at a time like this: grovel.
"Stupid? Whoever said that I thought you were stupid? You're quite clearly the smartest one of us all here..."
Pathetic, I know.

[Dea]

"Ah, Godric. I believe those were excuses numbers 27,92, 327 and 456. Don't think I don't keep tabs. And if it wasn't you or Salazar, or me, and it definitely was not Helga, who was it?" She asked, sceptically.

She wasn't so sure this was Godric, come to think of it. Salazar had been with her most last night in a non-sexual way, patrolling corridors. She knew he was no morning person, as was often shown at breakfast, so he wouldn't have got up early.

Therefore it was probably Helga or maybe a student.

Wow, she needed a hobby.

"Well, Godric. Who was it then?"

[Haine]

...
Shit. Even she remembered when Godric had used the excuse. Now that was just hell scary. Once again he opened his mouth to ask a question - this time being how in god's name she knew that- when he remembered the answer. Rowena knew everything.
It was one of the many things that made her so frightening. But still... who actually did it? How the hell would Godric know? He didn't care at all, as long as everyone knew that it wasn't actually him. He rested one hand on his cheek, deep in thought. Godric had just claimed Salazar to be innocent, Helga didn't care for things like this... which just left Rowena.
Maybe the reason that she was putting so much pressure for him was to cover up that she did it.
Ohhohohoho.
Now he had her.

"You did it." Godric said smugly, folding his arms across his chest, unknowing of the pink hand shaped mark now on his cheek. "Sure I can't think of your motive, or when you could have done it, or even why you'd be yelling at me right now if you had..." What was his point again? All of this was evidence that Rowena didn't do it. Good evidence too. "yet you're the only suspect I have left and your scepticism is questionable."
Godric would certainly never be good at mysteries.

[Dea]

Godric really was like marmite.
You either really liked him or wanted to push him off a cliff.
Right now, she was in cliff mode.

"Wait. Me? What? That makes absolutely no sense, and I don't like orange OR pink, anyway, Godric. And I'd stop talking if I were you, because you're babbling." At this she made a gesture to stop talking.

"Maybe we could question the teachers instead of...Debating the likelihood that one of us did this? Personally, I blame...Professor Amery," She said, hands on hips, biting her lip to keep from laughing at the pink, hand shaped mark, on Godric's face. She'd changed completely from cliff mode to laugh mode.

"And you've got a lil' something right there," Rowena said, gesturing to the mark on his face, using her own as an example.

[Haine]

Godric frowned. Rowena was certainly making finding the culprit difficult. "Ok then, you didn't do it either. I didn't do it and we have no proof where Salazar is concerned. That just leaves us with Helga, a student or the teachers. Now who's the most likely out of these?" It was way too early in the morning to be dealing with pranks. Let alone pranks by someone who appeared to at least know what the hell they were doing. Bugger. That ruled most of the students out too.

Thank God Rowena had some good ideas at least.
"Why Professor Ravenclaw," Godric teased, a grin quickly growing on his face, "Are you suggesting that we use Professor Amery as a scapegoat?" He at least hoped that she was- Godric couldn't stand professor Amery. Sure Amery was the best -and only- astronomy teacher Hogwarts had, yet the git practically had a broomstick shoved up his backside.

Godric then tried to brush off whatever Rowena was talking about, making an even bigger pink mark on his face. This time he actually remembered the pink substance on his hand yet, of course, it was now too late to do anything about it.
Ah well, he thought, ever the optimist, it's probably not all that noticable.
How wrong he was.

[Dea]

"I am suggesting we use Anatole as a scapegoat." After hiring him, she'd begun to regret it. His views on women teaching were often aired.
By often, she meant at any chance he had.
She hadn't fired him, because he was a good astronomy teacher. That was his one redeeming quality.

Oh, Godric. Not again.
"Er, Godric? Now t whole left side of your face is pink. It's really not your colour," she said, with a serious voice.
Eh well.
He was the comic relief of the whole castle, really.

[Haine]

"Yet who's going to believe me over the assho- Anatole?" Godric asked uncertainly. It was practically the boy who cried wolf. Godders was known to do stuff like this, as I have said before, while Amery was known to be by the book and one of the stricter teachers. There was no chance that anyone would buy Rowena and his story. Bloody impossible. But if only Godric could get the asshole done in for something...

Goddammit. She wasn't meant to notice that. "Not my colour, huh?" he asked with a laugh, trying to make light of being half bright bloody pink, "Well, I need your help to figure out how to get this stuff off." Because he certainly hadn't a clue how to do it himself, and was certainly not going to walk around half pink for the rest of his life. This would give Salazar a reason to start calling him Gryffindork all over again. Or Gaydric. Gaydric Gryffindork.
It's official. He would be royally screwed.

[Dea]

"Well. It's time Anatiddle finally is put in his place. And I find a new scapegoat," Rowena nodded solemnly.

She really had to get this off. Her eyes were starting to sting. Rubbing one eye with her hand, she pulled her wand out, thinking briefly.
She looked up at the ceiling, only to find that that, too, was pink.
Perhaps it was broken?

"Reparo?" She asked, to no prevail.

"Fine," She sighed, to more the room than Godders. "Finite Incantatum, " she said, removing any operating spells. The pink faded into the walls, the familiar texture now....Not pink. The ceiling then showed the weather, which was overcast, with perhaps a slight chance of rain.

Godric's face, however, was still pink.

Picking up a piece of cloth on a nearby table, she handed it to him.

"Wipe your face with this, rather than your hand, maybe?"

[Haine]

Anatiddle? Godric would have to remember that one, and hopefully spread it round all the staff. Plus, Rowena said it first so he couldn't be blamed... this was turning out to be quite a good morning after all. He smiled, taking the cloth from Rowena and wiping his face with it, hoping that this would do the trick. When he was done, Godric noticed that the cloth had turned the same colour that the great hall had previously been and he hoped against hope that his face was no longer bright pink. "All gone?" he asked, folding the cloth up and putting it down again on the table. Then there was something that just had to be asked. "... So how many times exactly have you used Annie as a scapegoat?"

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Today was that day that Godric Gryffindor would die. No matter how much the idiot argued and said that it wasn't him and was Slytherin or his army of ... squirrels or something, he would pay. No one else was stupid enough to think that turning the astronomy tower (Or any part of the castle, for that matter) orange was a good idea. Hell, no one else in the castle would even call it a 'mediocre' idea, for that matter. And even if it wasn't the Gryffindork, he was going down anyway. Because no one did that to the astronomy tower and lived to tell the tale.

...

Of course, things would have been a lot easier if Anatole had any idea where Godric (or anyone) was. It was still too early for the students and quite a few of the teachers to be up, but someone was bound to be. And if not, Anatole would continue to wander the school and enjoy the quietness while he could. Luckily there was a trail of pink shoeprints leading from the great hall all the way down to the main staircase, so finding people wasn't really an issue. He opened the door slowly, just in time to see the putrid pinkness dissapear.
"Someone's been having fun this morning, have they?"

[Dea]

"Yes, Godric. All gone," she said, smiling. "And Anatiddle? Once or twi-" Her reply was brought to an abrupt end, when that very Anatiddle - Er, Anatole - Walked through the entrance.

Rowena jumped just slightly - If he'd heard, she'd be in for an argument, no doubt.

"Why hello, Anati-ole. We were just trying to figure out who exactly turned the Great Hall pink. You wouldn't perhaps know?" She asked, feigning innocence. Why no, Anatole. We weren't blaming you Anatole.

Wait.

Why was she scared? Both her and Godric were co-headmasters - Well, headmistress, in her case - Of Hogwarts. What could Anatole possibly have on them that could worry them?

Then again, this was Anatole.

[Haine]

Anatole shook his head, walking over to join the two. "No, I wouldn't know anything about that," he replied, skipping the greeting (as was his way), "Would either of you know why the astronomy tower is orange?" Of course Anatole couldn't help but look at Godric while saying this, as well as smiling slightly. This made Godric even more scared, as he had actually done that and he knew that Annie knew that he did it. Godric took a step back so that he was now pretty much hiding behind Rowena, although being a good eight inches taller than her.

"So I take it that we've ruled out the usual suspects?" And of course by that Anatole was referring to Salazar and his 'squirrel army'.
"Not to mention the students." Godric commented from his hiding place, "The magic is too advanced for them, especially when you consider the size of the hall..."

So once again they were left with Helga or one of the other members of staff. Goddammit.