Board Thread:Clubs/@comment-44390494-20191206064730/@comment-2600:8807:1C01:A199:8173:1152:E311:493A-20191228083619

Why We Don’t Trust Jeremy With Mistletoe

Jeremy McCloud was a rather rambunctious young teenager. He was always up to some sort of prank or trick, whether it be a simple Whoopee cushion or a full-blown llama takeover. (We don’t talk about the llama takeover of 2017.) April 1st as the bane of everyone who knew him’s existence. All in all, Jeremy was a troublemaker.

When Christmas came around, Jeremy was very well prepared. He had a couple of random assorted goodies he could use. For instance, a candy cane launcher, several balloons disguised as glass ornaments, (great for causing heart attacks when dropped?) and importantly, mistletoe.

Jeremy hung that stuff up everywhere in the Academy. Everywhere. Nobody was safe. Everyone treaded lightly, constantly looking up at the ceiling in case they were to stumble upon the dreaded plant. However, Jeremy was a clever teenager.

You see, Jeremy had a fishing rod. Now, that doesn’t seem like much, considering that it’s...you know, a fishing rod, but Jeremy had other plans for it. Evil, malicious, demonic plans.

The next day, which was, quite coincidentally, Christmas Day, Jeremy arrived to school whistling innocently. Of course, this made everyone suspicious, for he was surely planning something, but they ignored it in favor of enjoying the holiday.

Jeremy, was in fact, planning something. His pockets were filled to the brim with mistletoe, and his collapsible fishing pole was tucked away in his uniform shirt’s pocket. He sat on top of doorways, legs dangling as he attached a piece of mistletoe to the end of the fishing line.

Two students, a pair of bickering boys with an intense, deep rivalry, were furiously jeering and insulting each other as they passed through the doorway. Jeremy lowered the fishing line and mistletoe down slowly, right in between the two boys.

The first boy, a raven-haired, edgy-looking third year was the first to notice. He paled rapidly. The blonde, an eccentric second year, had yet to notice the plant, continuing to insult the first. When he finally did notice, he scrambled away rapidly.

“Tradition is tradition, boys.” Jeremy purred maliciously.

The two paled even further, if that was possible.

-Loki