The truth? You can't handle the truth! (Closed RP, Hermione and Lezard)

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((Backdated to after wedding shower shenannigans.))

Hermione had been unable to keep herself from talking, but her mind was perfectly clear, and she knew that she didn't want to say anything else to Lezard in front of Hagrid. She'd managed to make it known that she wanted to talk to him alone, although she hadn't managed to do that without Hagrid looking hurt and forlorn.

Once she and Lezard had left the tent where the wedding shower was being held, Hermione blew out a breath. "I'm really glad to be out of there," she said. "I'm sure Hagrid wouldn't have held anything against us, but I'd just as soon he not know some of the things that are liable to come out of my mouth. Like that I'm not a virgin."

Hermione clamped a hand over her mouth as if that would unsay the words she had just uttered and sighed deeply. "Merlin, this is going to be a long night, if this incantation doesn't wear off soon."

[Open RP] Sex Bomb!

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It had been early in the morning-2 or 3ish-when a man snuck into the Great Hall holding a broom and wearing an invisibility cloak he 'borrowed' from someplace. Using them both, he flew up to the rafters of the Great Hall. There he pulled something out of his pocket and secured it to the rafter, making it invisible in the process. He did this two more times, at different points of the Great Hall.

Having done that, Basher went back to bed.

Fast forward to lunchtime. Basher went there to get some lunch, and see if there were enough people in the room. Luckily, there were.

Opting to go straight into the kitchen, he ducked into a closet in there which had a wall adjacent to the Great Hall. Pulling out and putting on a gas mask, he pushed the trigger on the bombs.

There was no explosion, hell, there wasn't even a visible difference, unless you saw through magic goggles or something. But if you could, you'd be able to see aphrodisiac seep out from the bombs and over the Great Hall.

All right, hat. You wanted a sex bomb, you got one, Basher thought from his closet.