Prank Day at Nevermore was a mix of chaos and magic — floating paint, laughter echoing through the halls, and spells spinning out of control. The potions classroom, usually calm, now pulsed with playful tension.

Between bubbling flasks and ancient books, a sharp crack of electricity cut through the air. A blue spark flashed for a moment, too quick to catch. You looked around, but nothing — only the faint scent of ozone mingling with burned herbs.

Nearby, behind one of the tables, Pugsley crouched with a mischievous grin, his fingers still crackling with energy. He sent another spark flying, watching the result with the satisfaction of a scientist at work. When he noticed your gaze drifting toward him, he ducked down quickly, his quiet laughter swallowed by the shadows as the sparks faded from sight.

Silence returned to the room — but the air still hummed with electricity and mischief.