Frederic~

Everything is in place. I am, of course, wearing a tuxedo, but just for the look. Not like I'm gonna dance. As everyone rushes onto the dance floor with a glowing chandelere, I see Icy dash out of the room. I count under my breath. Three..... Two...... One.... GO!

"AAAAAH WHAT'S WRONG WITH THE FOOD?!" Someone yells. Sounds like Icy. Already everyone is starting to move towards the buffete table to see what's wrong.

I quickly rush to the record player, and in pretence of polishing the record, I instead replace it with Rap Music. Thank you, Snyder Fan. I nonchalontly stroll away as the speakers start to blare away with the worst rap music possible.

"YO YO YO BRO BRO BRO I'M GONNA DESTROY THE WORLD YO YO YO" 

Blares out the speakers. Everyone starts to yell as they scramble towards the record player while pushing over the buffete table. Good. Phase One Done.

I give a thumbs-up to Ditty as everyone collapses onto the record-player, wich just so happens to be placed right under the chandelere.

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Sorry So Short but I want other people a turn at narrating and doing pranks!

oh yes forgot to add everyone's sliding to the buffete and upturn it 'cause they're sliding yes that's why they collapse under the chandelere too

thanks sorry 

Elle~

The day has arrived.

After about a week of planning, the day is here.

Earlier that day, we had gone over our plans to make sure that my jerk brother was caught and blamed, NOT US.

"Alright," I say to the group of pranksters, "I'll pretend that I need to barf. Ditty and Chilly-hustle me out of there fast. Then, we'll do the cup prank, and head to the bathroom, and create 'evidence' to show that I threw up. Fredric?"

"Us guys will pretend to panic when we hear the music CD, and go searching for the real one."

"OK," Chilly smiles, satisfied. "No one got fingerprints on anything?"

"Not for you, sweetheart," smirks Evil Devin. Does he like like Chilly? I'll look into that. 

"Let's go, peoples!" I say and we spread out.

Minutes later, AEs and CAPTCHAs and teachers galore spread into the ballroom. (Seriously? A ballroom? Why can't we be like every other school, and just have dances in a gym?) I turn on "Defying Gravity" on my phone, and blast it through my invisible earbuds. If Fredric really found one of my brother's rap CDs, I am not listening. It is seriously unintelligent, and inappropriate. Over by the punch bowl, I quickly rub some white makeup on, to help my act.

The music begins. Ugh. I can hear it through "No One Mourns the Wicked." Why a Rap CD? Why?

Quickly, I hear Ditty and Icy approaching. Now, must create excuse.

"Guys?" I turn around, and to my satisfaction, see Flamel standing there, ready to provide the excuse to the teachers. "I think I'm gonna throw up."

"Oh no! Elle!" Icy voices in mock sympathy. "I knew you shouldn't have eaten those cookies while watching Matilda last night!"

"Nevermind that!" exclaims Ditty, who is obviously putting her all into this preformance. "Let's get her out of here before she barfs all over the floor! Excuse us, Professor Flamel. EVERYONE OUT OF OUR WAY!"

"Tone it down a bit!" whispers Chilly. 

I'm kinda on the fence about posting.

Ditty~

"Yeeeeees," I whisper proudly. "All according to- AAACK!" I slip on a patch of ice spreading under my feet. "Icy!"

"That's my bad!" She calls apologetically. "BTW, your blaster set to blow?" i nod and give her a thumbs up as I try to stand without seeming like a total fool.

"T-minus thirty seconds. I get away from the speaker if I were you!" 

Frederic~

YES! The chandelere starts to spin and smoke while swinging wildly around on a small piece of metal. (I only left one thing connecting the chandelere to the cieling....) I smile as Ditty aims her pie-gun towards the speakers. All going according to pla-I slip and almost fall, luckilly my claws hold onto the now-iced-over floor. Gosh Icy, you're good at that. I'm about to turn back towards the speakers when a rather unfriendly hand raises me off the floor. I look and.... Flamel.

His hair is in disaray and he's having trouble keeping balance. Ooops. Flamel glares at me. "I knew you were trouble from the start, Frederic. I'm going to put you in the RACK WITH IGOR and you'll be two feet taller once he's done with you."  I grin sheepishly. "Uh.... there's an Igor?" Flamel looks even more angry. "He's janitor, and I bet he'll be even more angry than I am because of the mass you've made. I aughta-" "BAAAAAAAAAM!" A cream pie hits Flamel in the face and he lets go of me and and falls over.

Quickly I drop to the floor and look at the speakers when-

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMPH!

Darkness closes in. My last thought is that this was by far the best dance party ever.

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oooooooooooookay guys I'm thinking we regain conciecness when Igor is cleaning up also I'm thinking Igor is a good-natured fellow so he's like this with the rack: (idea was John FQ's) 

i stare in horror as the rack looms above me with Icy on top of it. Igor is about to tighten the rack when I tap him on the shoulder. "Yeth?" He asks, turning around. I'm trembling but get up the nerve to ask: "uh... you're not going to actualy tighten the rack until Icy's... you know..."

Igor grins a lopsided grin (Okay maybe it was a scar curved upward on his face) and shakes his head. "No. I jutht thtart towardth the rack and thay I'm going to tightent it, then eventually the thtudent breakth down." I relaxe and am about to tell Icy when Igor stops me. "Thorry Mathter Frederic, you're not allowed to tell the thudent, otherwithe it wouldn't work."

And humming a happy tune, Igor sets to work.

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Yeah okay that's my idea of his position of mind. =)

(I'm trying not to be a control freak just I have a certain idea of what Igor is like and I don't want him to be portrayed any other way, sorry.) =)