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Post by Elizabeth Doren on Mar 31, 2022 10:42:11 GMT 10
Elizabeth had her wand at the ready to prevent her robes from being ruined by any tricks Peeves would attempt. Or at least to transfigure the broom and bucket to their original state if Peeves was nowhere to be found. Elizabeth doubted that she would be so lucky. At least she was certain that Professor McGonagall would be proud of her for performing this task successfully. Perhaps she might even be allowed to learn more transfiguration varieties.
She cautiously looked around for Peeves, already preparing a discussion topic. Perhaps his ideas for mischief could be used on some equally mischievous Gryffindor students instead of the caretaker, who actually did something useful. Elizabeth wondered if Peeves could be convinced to use his various skills to help the students of Hogwarts instead of making the lives of many miserable.
It didn't take long for Elizabeth to know she was in the right spot, as a clatter of fallen moos brought her attention nearby. And there was Peeves, in all his cackling glory, hovering in the middle of a corridor -- arms full of differing potion vials. Two second year girls fled the scene, thankfully unharmed.
'Ooh a Prefect.' Peeves grinned at Elizabeth, as her badge could the light. 'Here to tell Peevsy off for having fun?' He laughed, tossing a vial.
It shattered against the wall, missing a goop-covered bucket he was apparently using as a goal. Shards of broken glass, and various smears of unidentifiable substance, were scattered all around the corridor. He'd been there a while, though it seemed no one had been hurt as far as she could tell.
Post by Elizabeth Doren on Apr 1, 2022 13:47:35 GMT 10
Elizabeth winced at the sight of Peeves, already expecting something bad to happen. It seemed no one was hurt, and it was Elizabeth's duty to make sure that it continued to stay that way. Even if Peeves was determined to have his 'fun.' Elizabeth didn't see what was so fun about making a mess. If anything, it seemed like it would be boring.
"Yes, I am." Elizabeth said, "Professor McGonagall says that you've been bothering Filch for quite a while, now. I won't let you keep doing so." She doubted that Peeves would listen to her, even when she had the authority, but she had to at least try. She could hardly take house points from him, as much as she wanted to.
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Peeves laughed as if Elizabeth had told him a particularly crude joke. Unbothered in the slightest, he tossed another vial -- this time hitting the bucket. With a dramatic show of magic, the bucket twisted on the spot and formed into a slimy tortoise which then decided to try its luck to head for an escape. Thankfully, its movements were quite slow.
'A tortoise, how boring. I want it to flysies,' Perves whined. 'How about a duck next? Here, duck.' He tossed another vial, this time at Elizabeth.
It missed her ear by barely an inch. That was too close for comfort.
Post by Elizabeth Doren on Apr 2, 2022 0:53:15 GMT 10
Elizabeth wrinkled her nose at the slimy tortoise. She was not looking forward to picking it up later. "Arresto momentum." she cast at the tortoise. Regardless of how slow it was moving, Elizabeth anticipated that Peeves would keep her talking for quite some time if he could, and she was not in the mood to search through an entire castle for it.
Her mouth briefly fell open when the vial flew past her ear, then quickly closed again. That was a rather unbecoming expression. Whoever was supplying Peeves with these potions was going to get a serious talking-to when Elizabeth found out who they were. She wouldn't have put it past Mardling, if Peeves had managed to steal enough galleons to pay for them.
"Accio transfigurative potions" Elizabeth said, hoping to take them away from Peeves. Without them, she doubted he could do much harm.
Considering how slow the tortoise was already moving, it didn't appear to realise Elizabeth had cast a spell on it as it kept up its wandering motions despite not making any forward progress.
Her summoning charm ruined Peeves' fun, for sure. Although it also presented an obstacle of her own making as there were quite a few of them flying towards he. Not one to just give up, Peeves zoomed to snatch one back -- tossing it at the mop nearby. It wriggled then fell, transfiguring into a snake-like form while still very much remaining a mop. It roped itself around one of Elizabeth's legs.
Potions vials shattered around her, not affecting her transfiguration-wise but soaking her shoes and the hem of the clothes with various unknown liquids and magical substances.
Post by Elizabeth Doren on Apr 3, 2022 12:57:37 GMT 10
Elizabeth tried to catch the many potion vials flying her way, and she was confident that she would've succeeded if it weren't for the snake-like wrapped around her leg. Elizabeth wrinkled her nose. She might've been a Slytherin, but that didn't mean she had to like snakes, especially if they weren't actual snakes. "Relashio." she said as she pointed her wand at the snake mop.
The second issue was the potions on her clothes and shoes. She decided that they could be dealt with later. "If you're done, I suggest you leave this corridor," Elizabeth said in a way that made it clear that she was not at all suggesting. A more accurate term would've been 'command.' She was quite frustrated that her robes were soiled, and traces of that leaked into her voice. At least she wasn't a tortoise.
Peeves didn't usually listen to students, especially not ones who spoiled his fun, but he didn't have much left he could do. She'd rudely taken his potions, and the tortoise was rather lame.
So he blew Elizabeth a raspberry, then whizzed away out of the corridor.
Post by Elizabeth Doren on Apr 9, 2022 4:59:48 GMT 10
With Peeves dealt with, Elizabeth quickly decided that her next step would be to turn the snake mop and the tortoise back into their original forms. She grabbed the snake mop quickly, in order to stop it from getting away. "Reparifarge" Elizabeth said, hoping to see the snake mop turn back into what it had been.
Next, she approached the barely moving tortoise and did the same with it, "Reparifarge" Hopefully with that done, Elizabeth would soon be able to return Filch's things to him. She was quite proud of herself for dealing with Peeves with only minimal damage done to her clothing, though she would be changing clothes as soon as possible.
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Much to the tortoise's surprise and displeasure, the Transmute-Reversal charm got the job done -- restoring the mop and bucket to their respective forms, though the mop remained severed into two pieces. That wasn't ideal, but she'd done what was needed.
All that was left was to return them to Filch, who was likely nearby rather than in his office if Peeves had recently stolen from him.
Post by Elizabeth Doren on Apr 15, 2022 12:48:59 GMT 10
Elizabeth collected the bucket, and frowned at the two pieces of mop. How was Filch supposed to do his job when he didn't have a working mop? She didn't want him to think she'd had a hand in breaking it. Quickly, she said "Reparo" to fix the mop. She knew she liked Charms for a reason. They were quite useful.
Without too much more hesitation, Elizabeth started her way to find Filch. She searched around the corridor, first, in case Peeves had decided to stay, but also if Filch was nearby. Maybe he'd even heard her encounter with Peeves and would tell Professor McGonagall about it. She wasn't about to go calling for him like he was a lost cat, though. That would be undignified.
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The mop was repaired perfectly, as if it hadn't endured the misfortune of Peeves' antics.
Flich wasn't around the corner, though Elizabeth found a close-enough alternative: Mrs Norris. She sat by a window, licking her paws as if she'd just enjoyed a rather delicious snack. Mrs Norris glanced at her, spotting the mop and bucket the Slytherin had in tow, and her gaze was intense.
She meowed -- what one would typically consider a warning to flee, but in Elizabeth's case may work in her favor as Flich normally wasn't too far behind. And as expected, there were approaching footsteps and the man himself rounded another corner. He was glaring, keen gaze seeking troublemakers, then spotted Elizabeth with his belongings.
'What are you doing with that?' Flich growled, approaching though didn't make a move to retrieve them. Distrust was clear. 'Steal them, did you?' Though even as the accusation was clear, he glanced around and was well aware of their location and another plausible explanation.
Post by Elizabeth Doren on Apr 16, 2022 12:24:49 GMT 10
Elizabeth followed the cat cautiously, in case Mrs. Norris decided to turn around and scratch her. One could never be too sure with animals. When her eyes did land on Filch, she was pleased, but only momentarily. How dare he accuse her of stealing? Did she look like an immature classmate of hers? Had her prefect badge been covered, and did Filch even know who she was?
All of these thoughts Elizabeth kept to herself, though Filch might've spotted a momentary clenching of her teeth. Somehow, she managed to speak politely, "No. I retrieved them from Peeves. He was using some transfigurative potions on them."
"Professor McGonagall sent me to help." She held out Filch's things to demonstrate that they were in an excellent condition for the ordeal they'd gone through. Elizabeth thought that Filch ought to be more grateful. She could have decided to lounge about like any of her classmates were doing, or even been the one messing with his things. And he was accusing her of stealing! Her! Elizabeth Doren, not one of her classmates. The thought made Elizabeth's blood boil.
Flich stared at her for a moment, determining if he believed her. Evidentially, he did; his anger faded and he nodded, not quite sure how to thank her or if it warranted a moment of gratitude. It was no secret he despised the students, though he at least conceded Elizabeth wasn't half as bad as most.
'All right then.' Filch retrieved his bucket and mop, giving them an inspection. He eyed her badge, then sighed -- another nod as his best show of appreciation. It was the best she'd get, but hostility was gone and Mrs Norris meowed happily at her.
With nothing left to say, Filch and his cat headed back towards where Peeves had been -- no doubt to finish the task they'd started.
Stage 3 complete!
+ 5 house points + 7 Galleons + 330 Marauder exp + Transfiguration grade: E
Congratulations, you've completed the Transfiguration quest!
Post by Elizabeth Doren on Apr 17, 2022 13:05:22 GMT 10
With that task completed, Elizabeth felt much better, though the idea that she would ever steal something as useless to her as a mop and bucket was still infuriating. Filch could do whatever he wanted with his mop, but Elizabeth had doubts over whether or not she'd help him again. Not even a thank you!
Of course, this ungratefulness reminded Elizabeth of her parents, for reasons she was unsure of, which in turn reminded her that she hadn't received a Christmas present this year. Elizabeth tossed her head to show the air and herself that she didn't care, and that Christmas presents were just for the rest of her classmates who didn't understand the reward of good behavior all year long.
Regardless, that was one task finished. Elizabeth wished there were classes. At least she'd have something to do. She felt like she'd read all of her textbooks far too many times when she had free time earlier in the year. Well, her astronomy textbook, which was the most interesting one anyways.
She walked out of the corridor, deciding that it was likely still far too cold to actually enjoy being outside.
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