Room 512, Monday during classes [NFB]

[sneerkite]

The best way to create chaos, Steerpike felt, was to attack at random. Which is how he found himself, dressed head to toe in varying shades of black, his face covered even over the mask, outside the door to room 512. He didn't even know the girls who lived there, beyond occasionally seeing them in classes and in the hallways.

Which would make him less of a suspect, if nothing else.

He made quick work of the lock (he'd been doing lots of studying all semester, just not for any of his classes) and slipped inside, looking for an appropriate target.

When he spotted Evie's notes, a slow smile spread across his face beneath the coverings. Perfect.

Some of the notes he simply rearranged. Some of them he blacked out random words, some he crumpled up and tossed into the wastebasket. And some he tucked into his black jacket. He half wished he had a bottle of soda or something to dump on them, but he hadn't exactly planned for this. Satisfied that the notes would now be almost completely useless, he slipped back out of the room, locking the door again behind him, and hurried off to change out of his blacks.

This week would be fun.

[ooc: Establishy, though the residents of the room are welcome to use this post for their reactions. Room and notes modded with permission. Not for broadcast, please!

There's still time to get signed up or randomly messed with by Steerpike, if you would like, as well, just let me know.]

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[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"The ones that are still here, some of them..." Evie sniffled, and showed Layla the pile she'd been able to reconstruct. "But half of the rest have ink spilled all over them, and who would do this? It's mean, it's petty, it's-- why would anyone..." She patted her notes as if they were her dolls, and shook her head, looking mournful and hurt. "I didn't think anyone disliked me here."

[proudsidekick.livejournal.com]

"I didn't think anyone did either." Layla pouted and leaned over to give Evie a hug. "Maybe it was an accident. Maybe somebody else's notes were supposed to get messed up, but whoever it was got the room wrong."

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

She wiped her eyes, looking hopeful, if still a little upset. "You think so? Really?" She sniffed and looked thoughtful. "Oh, that's awful." She hugged Layla back, then picked up her notes. "That means someone *else's* notes are in danger too. Should we tell someone that our room was broken into?"

[proudsidekick.livejournal.com]

"We probably should, yeah. And hey, if other people know that your notes got screwed up, maybe they'll share theirs with you." Layla pointed out. "Is there anyone you'd trust enough to have taken good notes?"

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

Evie cheered up a little more, and got a handkerchief, wiping her eyes off. "Hermione, in my Gods class. And Dawn is the T.A. in Artifacts, she or Sam Winchester would have taken good notes." She took a deep breath. "Oh, but I *wish* I had mine." She sighed. "Have to make the best of it, though. Should we go tell Principal Washburn tomorrow? Or do you think there's time to catch her today?"

[proudsidekick.livejournal.com]

"We should probably tell her tomorrow. Maybe grab her in the morning or something. Today, we can worry about getting you some functional notes, because there will be no flunking! It's not allowed!" She giggled, hoping her enthusiasm would be a little contagious.

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"No!" Evie shook her papers and said, "I will *not* be thwarted from getting A's! This is unacceptable!" She gave Layla a small, watery giggle. "Thank you, Layla. This will be better tomorrow. When I have *new* notes."