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Umbridge High School Building, Saturday Evening

There were some clouds hanging around the spires of Umbridge High School, but not enough; there was an overlaying sense that there shouldn't be as much sunlight shining down on it as there was.

It was quiet. Kind of. There was tension in the air, a wound-up strung-up thing that ensnared the school. Somehow it seemed as if even the birds didn't want to touch down on the building itself, and the gates seemed to fold into themselves, even if they weren't quite shut.

And all that on a weekend, too.

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Maeby thought about that for a few seconds -- which, to be fair, was a few seconds more than she usually thought about things.

"Okay," she said. "So we tell her we're pro-Umbridge, and if she's not, then we tell her we're pro-Resistance and she saw right through our cover. I mean, everyone's been pretending to be loyal anyway, right?"

Or they could make up something completely insane. That was her usual MO.

Sparkle just raised an eyebrow and cleared his throat. Little mister covered-in-scars from the quill was really not Loyalist-friendly, and generally made no move to so much as look it.

"Gimmie a second, I'll clean my face."

The kohl was not exactly to the dress code. So, spitting into the corner of his shirt and then trying to scrub it off was going to be his modus operandi for a moment, here.

"We could even try a good-cop, bad-cop routine," Frank suggested. "Stagger our entrances a little. I could go first and do the pro-Umbridge angle, and if that doesn't work, then I could slink off in disappointment and you guys could come in as the rebels?"

Oh, Frank. So useful at complicating other people's plans. IT WAS A SKILL.

There was a ruffling of feathers and then what sounded like a throat being cleared.

"She is no longer controlled," Ikol informed them in a deep voice that one might believe Loki would grow into with time. He sat perched on a locker, giving them all a deeply disappointed look.

"Oh." Karla said, blinking a bit. "Well, that's handy to know."

Though Sparkle now looked more raccoon-eyed than even before, so he might be a little huffy about the wait.

"You lot go in. I...should go make sure the protections on the locker haven't been changed any. I would hate for us to go through all this trouble and then find that it's for nothing."

That was an awesome excuse for not going in! Much better than 'I don't know if I can face Momoko yet, thanks.'

Maeby was bad at things like plans. They always went wrong anyway and you ended up having to improvise. Why not start there and save some time?

Besides the obvious drawbacks like possibly getting everyone killed, but, well. Maeby had been allowed to play with C4 this morning, and she still had all her fingers. Clearly, someone upstairs liked her.

"Let's do that," she said, turning on her heel and walking into the office. Which was ... kind of crazy looking.

Oh! It was that girl in the office, what's-her-face. Maeby hadn't been paying attention to this part of the plan, but they'd clashed a few times over regulation this-and-that. Right. And she wasn't controlled any more, anyway.

"Excuse me?" Maeby asked. "Hi! We're with the inspection crew, we were sent down here to get some information. Do you have a second?"

She went for Chirpy, but Busy as a tone of voice.

Momoko looked up, her hands full of requisition forms to add to the pile. "Eh? Ms Funke? What are you...? You shouldn't be here, right now!" There was a WAR going on! "And you do not work for an inspection crew and you are not getting near these files. Your last request was denied and that's final."

She turned back to the pile of burning papers on the floor. "Go back to the dorms." Where it's safe! Please!

"Sorry, we're not authorized to do that," Sparkle threw in, stepping forward and shoving... a receipt for a doughnut into Momoko's face for all of half a second before pocketing it and looking solemn.

Like a solemn raccoon.

"We're here on orders. Locker inspection, actually. Very important, to make sure certain lockers are up to code, you know."

Sparkle was completely full of crap. Especially since they knew that she wasn't under Imperio right now. But this just seemed like a way more fun way to get the information they needed.

"Specifically number 327," Frank chimed in helpfully, flashing Momoko a charming smile. "Apparently some students have reported being grabbed by things that live inside it, so naturally we're going to need to verify that information."

Naturally.

"If you wouldn't mind letting us know the combination?"

Momoko sighed. Really, a J,GOB receipt? This was the Resistance now?

"Lockers were inspected last month, painted last week, and you don't work for the school or I'd have your name and photograph on file. You really should wash your face you know?" She reached over and held out a packet of towelettes from the desk she was raiding.

"And Mr Abignale, disappearances such as that can be filed with the security office on Monday! You all should be at home, right now!"

"We seek the combination in order to end the wards within detention," Ikol chimed in, having enough of this little amusement. "You will help us with this."

"... okay, yeah, what he said," Maeby sighed.

Some people were no fun.

Momoko blinked. Not at the talking bird, but at what it said. "Oh. Why didn't you just say so?" Hmmm. "The scroll... Good idea."

She stepped to her desk and grabbed a post-it note (http://www.thestationerystudio.com/index.cfm/fuseaction/catalog.viewProduct/productID/30647/catId/2294/Kitty%20Sticky%20Note%20Cube.html) and a pen. "42-36-40. Be careful. If you have trouble, come back and get me."

She ripped the post-it note off the pad and held it out. To the bird.

Frank... also blinked, because really, that was way too easy for an accomplished bullshitter like himself. "Gosh," he said, blinking down at the post-it. "Thanks so much, ma'am! We'll let you know how it goes!"

Momoko nodded as they left, still concerned about them, but she had things to burn. She looked over at the next desk. OH! the sample uniforms (http://wedding-pictures-03.onewed.com/17482/country-club-wedding-venue-grooms-attire-pink-suit-coat-linen-khaki-pants__full.jpg) for next term! Priestly... Resistance Priestly, the one she met and fell for so long ago, he'd totally agree with her: "Those have to go."

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