Mischief

Zinaida frowned as she walked down the corridor. Considering it was midday, she expected to hear someone, something, but only a deep silence rang out on the hallowed corridors. Making her to the breakfast hall, she spied a piece of yellow paper pinned haphazardly to the corkboard that was used as a mixture of announcements, reminders and blackmail worthy pictures. Slowly, Zinaida made her way over, horribly aware of the emptiness of the hall, before pulling the paper off

‘Ultimate hide and seek in the mists!
First prize gets a chocolate hamper!
Loser gets the permanent marker treatment!’

“A game…?” she said aloud, reading on. Apparently it was today, all welcome, just go on up to Kazai’s room. It had started 10 minutes ago, explaining the sudden silence. ‘So everyone’s out playing?’ Niveus asked, and Zinaida nodded, repining the paper “It would seem so” ‘Can we do something, please?‘ Niveus begged, and Zinaida frowned a little “What…?”

“A cannot believe I let you talk me into this” Zinaida spoke to her now materialised Inner in a deadpan voice. ‘Awwww, c’mon!’ Niveus ruffled Zinaida’s hair, pointing down the long corridor. Now, however, the floor was coated with a thin layer of ice, and the pair had flat smooth shoes on. “Niveus, we shouldn’t be-” ‘Oh hush! Watch me!’ picking up the tea trays, she iced the bottoms lightly, leaving them slightly damp, before placing one just on the ice, handing the other to Zinaida. Grinning wickedly, she walked back, getting a run up, before running and almost jumping onto the tray. As predicted, the momentum carried them forwards, and Zinaida could only laugh as Niveus shot down the corridor, arms out surfer style as she began to slow. Once she had stopped, she waved to Zinaida ‘Beat that Zinny!’ she chanted, and Zinaida placed her own tray down. “I must be mad” she muttered as she took her own run up, before running and almost jumping on the tray. Yelping as she almost toppled over, Zinaida flailed wildly to regain her balance, just managing to grasp hold of it. However, as she sped down the hall, a horrible thought hit her; she’d put her tray exactly where Niveus had put hers, which meant- KATHUD!

‘…..Ooooooooowwww’ Niveus whined, shakily getting to her feet, clutching her head. Forming a small ice block, she rested it on the soon to be lump, looking down at the sprawled out Spirit. Zinaida sat up slowly, rubbing her back and left elbow in turn “That…” she started, and Niveus bowed her head “Was epic” Niveus blinked. Did Zinaida, the ice queen, posh, no fun, Kulikova, just say that sliding on ice and then landing on her ass was fun? ‘Zinny, did you hit her head’ Niveus grinned, and Zinaida half glowered, half laughed, getting up slowly. Reaching down, Niveus collected up her ice, leaving no evidence behind of what they’d been doing “We shall have to get rid of the others more often” ‘I think you’re not the real Zinny anymore’ “Ha ha Niveus” ‘Awwww, she’s back!’ Niveus hugged Zinaida tightly “I didn’t GO anywhere!”