*Posters hanging around school.*

Dear students of Hogwarts, in light of a certain student's recent offer, we have decided to claim the prize money for ourselves because we are mad and have killed a badger. And so we reveal ourselves to you, the school. Mmm, cake.

Priggo Seville, Necrolissica Crest, Allen Vought, Shea Denican, Percy, Mad Fred and Eien.

You really should have known all along it was us, because we are dastardly, wear green and kill badgers daily. We have deep-seated emotional frustrations. So do not test us. This is serious business.

Fifteen thousand galleons. Or another badger dies.

We are attention whores. Give us the attention we deserve.

Or else.

The Slytherin Siren Seven

*On the bottom of the page there is a watermark of a badger being hanged by a noose.*

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::Percy casually walks by down the halls past other students, trying to hide a smirk and snicker as he notes some of the posters::

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Percy Wakefield - Slytherin.
"Vi veri veniversum vivus vici."
- Faust.

Don't make me kill another badger!


Mad Fred

A note is placed on the posters containing information about the "outed Slytherin Siren Seven:"

"We know you aren't the real ones, but we figure that you'll do.

"Hope you don't mind knowing what it's like to be on the wrong side of the wand. And if you do mind... we don't care. It'll be fun seeing what Slytherins look like barbecued, roasted, and freeze dried. Hey, you've proven that life isn't fair. Now it's time to experience it. Welcome to the real world, snotlings. Hope you survive the experience.

"And as for you, Mr Mad Fred? Real badgers don't have opposable thumbs to choke the living daylights out of stupid little wankers like yourself. Though I doubt the House of Hufflepuff will condone any sort of retaliation against you officially, I sincerely doubt they'll mind you being staked to the wall with a box of stuffing shoved down your throat."

The bottom right hand corner shows a symbol of a skull with two crossbones... and two wands overlayed on the crossbones. Looks like someone is out hunting Slytherins now...

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One character thus far:
Ares Richard Keeferson, Hufflepuff Hardcase
Redefining "user-unfriendly" since 1976.

Priggo laughs at how easily provoked people are the next time he sees one of his posters.

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*A broad smile forms on Liss' face as she reads the threat, dearly hoping they stick to it. She skips away happily.*

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-Calan

Liss Crest, Slytherin
Kalara Crest, Hufflepuff
Elizabeth Finley, The Moon

*An attachment*

RE: Badger Hostage

To the ones claiming to be the Slytherin Siren Seven, I would prefer to see the badger dead. I am with holding payment. On a serious note, however, for your wittiness and good humor, check your family vaults tomorrow.

Regarding the idiots who responded with the skull and wand symbols: you make me laugh. One thousand to you for your idiocy. Submit your name to Professor Snape and I will ensure you receive exactly what is coming to you.

My bounty for the Slytherin Siren Seven has now been increased to 20,000 galleons. 30,000 should you procure their quill and deliver it to vault 223.

Finally, once I have received the identity of the Slytherin Siren Seven, a new contest of sorts shall commence.

*The Slytherins named in the flyer would find 500 galleons transferred to their family vaults for their personal withdraw. Once again this letter would be unsigned*

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Problem?

Jinx' posters would be found burned with various properties over the course of the next few days. Just about every single one of them would have the symbol of the skull and crossbones on them. Posters put up the original and/or "real" Slytherin Siren Seven would also find themselves damaged, demolished, and demoralized. Once again, the skull and crossbones motif would find itself emblazoned somewhere on the remains. Any and all attempts to find these students would lead to the girls' bathrooms, wherein small boxes would be left behind. Anyone foolish enough to open the boxes without first protecting themselves would be splattered with some convoluted concoction which would stink worse than a dungbomb and permeate the senses more than breathing permeates the lungs. Inside the box would be a simple message:

"You obviously have the same level of intelligence as your favourite inquisitor if you are reading this message and you stink. If not, then perhaps you deserve to be in Hogwarts after all. Either way, the coin at the bottom of the box is for all your hard work. Don't spend it all in one place now!"

There would be a single gold galleon at the bottom of the box. The galleon would be quite real currency indeed. No attachments, enchantments, or anything else would be found in the box. Any attempt to trace where the boxes came from would lead to Diagon Alley's package makers. Nothing more distinct from there.

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One character thus far:
Ares Richard Keeferson, Hufflepuff Hardcase
Redefining "user-unfriendly" since 1976.

Percivus stands in one of the halls, observing from a safe distance as a few riled students rip and burn posters of both fake and real origins. His scoffs and narrows his eyes dispassionately. Then, having had enough of the display, he starts to walk off.

Later, he is spotted pacing in the entrance hall, his eyes always focused on a spot on the ground a few inches in front of his feet no matter where he moves. Something, it seems, has not gone his way.

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Percy Wakefield - Slytherin.
"Vi veri veniversum vivus vici."
- Faust.

Priggo can godmote as good as the rest of the students and so he updates the posters as they are destroyed. Nay, -faster- than they are destroyed.

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