An active, character-driven Hogwarts experience set in the early 2000s. Unique items, plots, and features. Non-canon; this isn't Harry Potter's story, it's ours.
Post by Grace Babineaux on Aug 14, 2020 15:06:11 GMT 10
Grace had decided it was best to find the location of the jewelled box and the key that was honestly pretty cool before she forgot them, even if that meant forging even further ahead without Gerald. She had a sense this mission was now mostly her own, and was feeling quite proud of herself for doing it. Especially the mirrors, which had so far been her most difficult challenge.
She had a sense that it was only going to be more difficult from here. Even if it was, that wouldn't stop her from doing it. Her first object of business was to search for the key. Without the key, there wasn't really much point to the box. She closed her eyes and pictured it, looking somewhat foolish as she stood in the middle of a cluttered room with her eyes closed.
Having her eyes closed made it hard to find anything... but the cluttered room lived up to its name in every possible way. There were literal towers of items, which could only be assumed to have some sort of magic in place so they didn't topple over to crush whoever stepped near them.
The main areas that stood out to her were a corner of books, a set of tables with various ropes or jars, and a stack of empty birdcages.
Her task to find one object was both simple and absurd.
Post by Grace Babineaux on Aug 14, 2020 15:32:05 GMT 10
Grace looked at the areas. She was drawn to the set of tables, and decided to look there first, realizing that with all of this clutter around she might as well be searching for both the key and the box. She examined it closely, started at the bottom of the pile.
She wondered what was in the jars, and began to wonder what the purpose of a clutter room was. How had something like this even started? Was this part of the Founder's plans, to have a bunch of random things in this room? Obviously these things had meant some things to some people, however long ago they had been stored here.
Grace kept up her hopes that she could find at least the box or the key that afternoon. Both images stood out pretty clearly in her mind, so she hoped she would recognize if either of them appeared in her field of vision. The box was bigger, obviously, but the key was more impressive in her opinion.
The ropes were big and rather heavy, like something used on a ship. Hoisting some of those aside revealed more jars and various items one might expect to find on a vanity. There was even a velvet box with a sort of tiara thing, but it was probably more pretty than important.
Most jars were empty, though a few were sealed shut anyway. Others contained countless buttons, strange coins that disappeared if touched, and some strange blue ashes. There were several boxes nearby - some plain metal, others antique and beautiful. As she searched, the sunlight that made it into the room caused a shimmer underneath another set of ropes.
Post by Grace Babineaux on Aug 14, 2020 15:51:05 GMT 10
"Ooh. Please please pretty please." Grace crossed her fingers and spun around in a circle, hoping that the shimmer was the jewelled box from her vision. She was also hoping that visions would become more regular, but that was pretty unlikely, all things considered. She started her search for whatever was shimmering.
Grace would have to ask one of the Professors about the cluttered room later. It really was pretty cool, but she was very curious about the ashes. What had burned here to cause those, and why was everything else fine? She started shifting through the ropes to get at the shimmer that had grabbed at her attention.
Shifting the ropes revealed a jewelled box identical to the one in her vision. It was latched shut, but didn't seem locked or much of a challenge now she'd found it.
However, moving those ropes had dislodged something else as well. Dust stirred, causing Grace to cough, though it was strange as most of the room wasn't dusty at all considering how abandoned and cluttered it seemed.
Then a furry imp shot out from under some ropes, screeching at her. he box, along with various other items, were knocked to the floor. Grace didn't have a chance to retrieve it, as the imp had its sights on her. When she didn't react, it lunged - its fangs latched onto her forearm.
Post by Grace Babineaux on Aug 14, 2020 16:12:21 GMT 10
Grace gasped. This was her lucky day! She had found the box and it hadn't even taken her that long. As she reached for it, though, she yelled as an imp bit into her arm. She was seriously considering wearing a little more hand protection on these journeys. She flung her arm around, more out of shock than anything else.
Then, with her non-injured arm, she grabbed one of the more solid empty jars she had seen earlier. Grace tried to hit the imp with it as hard as she could, the whole time making sure the box wasn't planning on disappearing. This would be a perfect job for a pet gerodenus to have, she thought. The imp would probably just run away, scared.
The jar shattered and the creature released her. It screeched, yet wasn't as harmed by the attack as most would be. It was a bit dazed though, and realised attacking Grace wasn't the best idea. It knew she wanted the box, and decided it must be important. So it guarded it, refusing to let her near it without being defeated first.
Grace didn't know this creature, and her spell list was limited. Would spells even work against it? That wasn't the problem though, nor was the box being out of reach the main issue... it was a wooziness that began to take hold of her. She felt ill and achy, which gradually began to increase. Her instincts forewarned her that she needed to act fast.
Post by Grace Babineaux on Aug 14, 2020 16:27:17 GMT 10
Grace was about to cheer, but when the imp went to guard her box. That was horribly rude of it. Sensing the need to act quickly, Grace waved her wand. "Lumos!" as she waved it around, hoping to blind or confuse the imp, she started chucking more empty jars at it. If someone did this to her, she would certainly at least be disoriented.
If the imp had different ideas, Grace would have to return later, with more ammunition and a better idea of what was coming to her. That was, if she didn't die first. This was her one idea, and if it didn't work she was running to the Hospital Wing as fast as her legs could take her. And then maybe asking Madam Pomfrey for some extra imp anti-venom.
It certainly hated the light, screeching at it and shielding its eyes. But instead of fleeing, it grabbed hold of her box and bared its fangs. Blindness wasn't a hindrance, and he jars smashing against it barely had much impact other than startling it.
The room began to blur and Grace struggled to stay steady. The bite burned now and her whole body felt hot. Her life was in danger.
Post by Grace Babineaux on Aug 14, 2020 16:35:22 GMT 10
Grace sighed. She would have to come back later. Dashing out of the Cluttered Room, she vowed to return and seek vengeance on the imp, perhaps with a better idea of how exactly to defeat one. "H-here's to n-n-not dying!" she declared somewhat fancifully, giving the Cluttered Room one last glance.
Grace it permitted to return to this thread and resume, once her character has recovered and sought help - unless the RPG time changes or she moves on to something else.
Post by Grace Babineaux on Aug 17, 2020 1:56:47 GMT 10
Leading the way, Grace returned to the Cluttered Room with a bit of a shudder, though she tried not to let it get to her. She was going to get that box! She gestured for Jacob to hurry up, and crept slowly to an area that was a bit away from where she had seen the imp and the box last time.
"Okay," she whispered to Jacob, "I saw it over around that area last time, and it was being very annoying. So it's probably going to come bite try and bite us, well, me again, right?" Grace wanted to make sure Jacob understood the situation. "I don't know if there's more than one, but it'll be, um, fun to find out, I guess."
Post by Jacob Thatcher on Aug 19, 2020 0:38:13 GMT 10
Ah, the Cluttered Room. Jacob grinned as he entered, wand in hand. He kept up with Grace, expertly navigating the room despite letting her lead the way. Not that he pretended to be the exception to getting lost in the maze of items, but Jacob was more familiar with the room than most. He wasn't the least bit worried about having to find their way out again.
Besides, a first year managed it after being bitten by a Snuffron. How hard was it really?
Jacob nodded, biting his tongue not to make a remark or joke. Grace was inexperienced and probably never seen a creature like this before until today. Making fun of the situation might work among his peers, but even Jacob knew when to shut his mouth sometimes.
'Show me exactly where it was, but stay behind me so I can deal with,' Jacob said, wand at the ready. 'Trust me. We'll be fine, just got to stay alert and act fast.'
Killed by Devin Kudosen by act of the Killing Curse. June #24, RPG year 1 -- he was a 5th year Gryffindor. Jacob died to save his best friend, Luckett Langford.
Post by Grace Babineaux on Aug 19, 2020 0:52:40 GMT 10
Grace nodded, then crept around the corner slowly. She was entirely serious about the whole thing, treating it like they were some kind of spies on a mission that could cost them their lives. Well, it could. That Snuffron bite had been no joke. Grace wondered what would've happened if she'd stuck around just a few minutes longer.
She pointed at the tables with all the jars and ropes once it was in view, and nodded, "That's where I saw it last time," she said, though she did hope that it was gone so she could just grab her box, then find the key and get out of there.
"It was really fast and also didn't seem to enjoy being hit with jars," Grace supplied in what she hoped was a helpful tone. She pulled her own wand out, just in case there was something she could do about it.
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