tonight; we are young. so let's set the world on fire. we can burn brighter than the sun (burn, baby, burn 2.0) | grayson
A few days ago, Roxanne Weasley told Hugo the following words, "Beans, you need to work on your pranking skills. Pops said that the Weasleys are known for their mischief and you, my friend, are lacking on that side of things." Weasley. Wealsey. Mischief. Everyone in the Weasley-Potter clan had a knack for it, and Roxanne Weasley was right. (She's always right, Hugo thought) Even his sister who was the least bit mischievous in appearance was still mischievous in her sneaky, thieving ways. And he was sure that Louis was too. That boy was hiding something, Hugo had been suspecting it ever since they were kids.
It had hit him since that conversation with a one Roxanne Weasley that there was a problem. And because there was a problem he knew that he could easily fix with a few dungbombs or tiny firecrackers in the hallways, he knew he needed a solution. But not a dung bomb, firecracker solution. Something…bigger. Sure, Hugo was a bit of a sloth when it came to doing things - but usually those things related to school work and those things were never fun. Fun was great. Mischief was always fun. The thrill. The excitement. The added mixture to that excitement. The adrenalin rush. Pure, unadulterated mindless teenage recklessness.
So, there he found himself walking in the empty corridors of the castle with a box of fireworks. How he got that box of fireworks is of course a story for another time (connections, that's all anyone needs to know, to be quite honest) and totally unrelated to the bigger picture. He walked slowly, carefully, and quietly making sure that every step he took was never as loud as - no, not a feather falling down and hitting the ground, but… like the ticking sound of a metronome. Quiet, steady.
Just exactly how a person who was sneaking things that were as good as 'illegal' in the school…
Not suspicious at all, Hugo Weasley.
He was being careful, obviously for two reasons. One, he didn't want to get caught. He knew that two weeks detention wasn't enough for the amount of fireworks he was bringing into the school. (What. He was aiming for big, so, he was going big. The more the better, Hugo reasoned out at one point… or it was something like that). Two, the contents of the box were definitely not one that should be taken with so very little discretion. It wasn't that they were very delicate and would combust at any point (that would make them bombs and not fireworks), it's just they were delicate to a point and Hugo really wasn't too sure how much that delicacy really was.
And thus, Hugo walked, and walked and in his arms rested several very dangerous and fiery devices (of which, he has yet to figure out what to do with them… that was a flaw in his plan)
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