Early in the morning, before dawn had even broken, a wail rang out from the Slytherin dormitory.
Draco, whose sleeping posture was usually elegant, had merely turned over a little too forcefully when disaster struck, splattering him head to toe with a sticky substance.
And the smell was particularly choking.
"SHIT!!!"
Only after turning on the light did he realize what had been smeared all over him.
These things, mixed from several magical items, were Dungbombs that perfectly imitated the shape and smell of actual dung.
"What's that smell?" Crabbe and Goyle groggily opened their eyes.
Who exactly was this person standing in their dormitory, covered all over in shit-yellow paint?
A thief? Or someone dropping by for a visit?
Every item their boss had arranged here was an antique.
"Idiots!" Draco wiped his face. "Get me the blankets, now!"
Wrapped in two thick blankets, he hurriedly rushed toward the showers.
Before too many people woke up, he had to wash himself clean first.
"Who the hell was it..."
As he took his twentieth shower, Malfoy Junior let out a hysterical roar.
Gryffindor boys' dormitory.
After getting up, Vincent stretched lazily.
"Ah, the environment here really is better."
The warm sunlight streaming through the window dispelled the chill that had clung to him yesterday.
He never wanted to set foot in Slytherin's damned dungeons a second time in his life.
"Morning..." Neville got out of bed with his eyes still closed.
With a thud, he fell out of bed, entirely unsurprisingly.
Amid the laughter of his other two roommates, he got back to his feet as if nothing had happened.
"Neville, did you not sleep well?"
"No, I've been like this since I was little."
Vincent could not help secretly wondering whether this unlucky constitution was another exceedingly rare magical