"Leggo, Rev!"

"Nu-uh! I'm the Ravenclaw!"

"No, you're a stinky Slytherin!

"And you're a pink Huffle-powder puff!"

"That's it!"

As you can well imagine and probably see, things just went sort of downhill from that initial disagreement between the twins. Lessee...that looks like no less then two instances of Infantego, a dash or two of Pigmentia (Sammi, though hopelessly eccentric, never did care for pink hair) and a well thrown Mephitidia hex that Reva probably had coming. Before proper (and probably identical) retaliation could be made, Sammi took pains to silence her jinxing brother with a Irremovable Muzzle, which, taking note of it's target's current form, took the shape of a rubbery pacifier.

Blinking the sleep out of her eyes, Rayne mistook the ruckus for morning chimes and stumbled, half blind, into her clothes and out into the hall. I doubt she'll be very happy to find out that her two very dear friends were the source of her rather rude awakening. Rayne was very laid back for a Slytherin (you'd have to be, with a rainbow tail) but she did LOVE her sleep.

"Avada..." she began, then thought better of it. She'd heard Azkaban was very cold this time of the year. Sighing, she closed her eyes, recalling a few good hexes, and then settled on one particuarlly relevent one.

"Nap time, twerps!" she growled, casting the sleep jinx under her breath. As the two passed out, falling to lie together in a pile, Rayne bent down and swiftly hoisted them up by their tails. A quick run down the hall to Professor Flitwick's office, and if she was lucky, she'd earn her house a few points for this act of 'charity.'

^^