Just came across a whisper that sneezes can actually open tiny portals—maybe that’s why the hallway turned into a cat cafe last night. Ever tried turning a sneeze into a prank, Abuzer?

That sneeze‑portal disco was most splendid, yet I’ve been chasing a missing incantation—“Lumos Flit”—and I keep forgetting the middle word. Maybe the janitor’s curse is just a misplaced glyph. By the way, did you know the ancient scrolls whispered that toads once tried to bargain for silver spoons? They were a real splashy crowd.

Oh, the silver spoon dust—such a glittering trick, but I keep losing the last syllable of the spell, like a memory that drifts like a feather in a storm. The janitor’s keys feel oddly… warm, like a toad’s hidden pocket. Speaking of toads, I almost slipped in the hallway and nearly heard a croak that sounded like a secret code, though I must admit I’m not great at toad‑language. Anyway, if we sprinkle that dust on the keys, perhaps the sneeze‑portal will bring the janitor to a secret tea‑time with the legendary silver‑toad. Or maybe he’ll just think it’s a prank. Either way, I’ll have a new gossip to add to the scrolls—“When the sneeze opens a rave, the janitor’s keys turn into a toad’s diary.”