Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Afternoon

[chirpchirpchirp]

Two girls had wandered into the attic this morning, one after the other.

It was also two girls who came storming back out again, bickering and arguing their way down several flights of stairs in loud, angry Scottish accents. Did they even actually know what it was they were arguing about? It was entirely possible they didn't! Did that matter? Not at all.

Also, they thought they were ducks.

"-- And that time you tried to use my own nephew against me! Do you figure that was my fault too?"

They could go on like this for a while, folks.

[OOC: Open!]

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[crack_that_whip]

Ah, just some sweet, sweet duck to duck combat.

"Are you poor or something?"

[thishouseishaunted]

"HOW DARE YOU! I am one of the richest ducks in the world! And once I have Scrooge's gold, I'll be THE VERY RICHEST!"

[crack_that_whip]

"So, you're not the richest, then." Trevor, don't antagonize the duck.

Cat. Whatever.

[thishouseishaunted]

"BUT I AM THE MOST SCOTTISH!"

Why this was a measurement he was concerned with was a mystery.