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 Lindsey Bryce on Sept 26, 2022 23:38:41 GMT 10
Sprinting would have been the honest answer if someone had seen her running through the castle. She had been careful to watch for people. The storming outside seemed to have keep most people inside, though a few she passed were dripping wet. What people were crazy enough to go out onto the ground in this weather?
When the doorway to the cluttered room came into view, she slide to a stop, grabbing the door frame of the room to ground herself. She was breathing hard, but she was replying everything over again in her mind. Slytherin belongs to you. That was what mainly played in her mind and how she shouldn't devalue her own needs. Was she doing that now? She felt her stomach growl a little... Maybe she had something to snack on?
She looked in her bag, but all she had was some papers, quills and ingredients she had forgotten to sort. She would deal with her needs later...
She walked into the Cluttered room and began searching for the Jeweled Box.
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 Lindsey Bryce on Sept 26, 2022 23:46:20 GMT 10
The room was absolutely a mess, her mother would have had a field day organizing this place. Lindsey had been around for a few of her cleaning rampages and she had found a hiding place quickly as she could. Moving about the room, she searched, but was careful not to cause anything to fall over. She tried to think back to the vision, but all she could remember was the clutter of the room and the box. She couldn't remember anything around the box.
So, she kept walking about the room, moving carefully and using her eyes to search. As she made it to the stack of empty cages, she looked at it with concern and loath. This was going to be an interesting thing to look under. But, she needed to move some of this stuff. So, she started to unstack the cages, searching the area under the cages. She was careful, not wishing to break anything.
The cages were ever-varied in size and composition. Some were authentically hand-woven, also making them flexible to lift and move with minimal chance of damaging them. Others were rigid metal, cold and perfectly cube. Then a few were rusting, strangely round and wiry, or just plain unusual. One of them conjured a ghostly blue wren that chirped at her, poofing in and out of existence.
The bulky, sometimes heavy or awkward-shaped cages were a chore to search through. She gained a few bumps and bruises during the process, but underneath them were frayed clothes of varying patterns and textures.
It was unclear what they would be used for, though there was something of interesting in there -- a nearby lamp shone brightly to her left, which reflected against some of the metal bars of a nearby cage... and in turn, caused a shimmer under some of the cloth pile.
Post by Lindsey Bryce on Sept 26, 2022 23:58:08 GMT 10
Lindsey had hit herself enough times with the cages, she was sure that her arm was bruised in several places. Her knee had gotten banged up too, having dropped one slightly and catching it with her leg. She was already done with this and wondered how her mother had managed to do this on several events. Cleaning was a hobby for her mother it seemed... Not for Lindsey.
As she got down to some clothes, she pushed some away and made a face. There was also a bad smell and she sneezed a few times. When the blue wren flew about, she smiled at it.
"Ye dinna like me movin' ye're home, aye?" she asked in a sweet voice before she did a double take. There was a shimmer, she had seen it. She moved more of the clothing pile, trying to find where it had come from. She began to throw some of it quickly to the floor, but made sure it was just clothing before she did so.
Shifting the pieces of cloth revealed a jeweled 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 clothes had dislodged something else as well. Dust stirred, causing Lindsey 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 woven cages, screeching at her. The box, along with various other items, were knocked to the floor. Lindsey 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 Lindsey Bryce on Sept 27, 2022 20:48:52 GMT 10
When the jewelry box came into full view, Lindsey smiled, though coughed a little at the dust. It was the first bit of dust she really came across. For a moment, she didn't think anything of it...
For a moment... the memory of the a recent defence against the dark arts class came to mind, just as a furry imp shot out.
The loud screeching caused her to startle and all the items, including the box, went flying to the floor. She turned her head towards the box, but felt a awful pain in her arm. She yelled in fury, reaching out with her other hand to grab it and try and toss it off, as he wand was not easily grabbed with her free hand.
"An diabhal beag gun luach!" She yelled out in Gaelic, calling the creature a devil in her own language, but tried to get a good look at it. Its fangs had hurt and she recalled how it was an infectious bite, but how long before the bite really showed itself?
Once she was able to use her attacked arm, she pulled her wand from the sleeve of her other arm and pointed it towards the direction she had tossed the creature.
"Tersus perito!" She yelled firmly, a fury in her eyes as she looked at the furry creature.
With the struggling, the creature released her. Despite realising attacking Lindsey wasn't an ideal plan -- 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.
However, Lindsey had wasted no time. Having identified this creature as A Snuffron, she knew exactly what to do. The Snuffron shrieked as it was repelled backwards onto the floor, scattering cloth and various trinkets among the clutter. In the process, it released the box -- which was flung among a pile of clay pots.
The bite was venomous. And evidentially, fast-acting. Wooziness began to take hold of her. Lindsey felt ill and achy, which gradually increased. It was a forewarning that she needed to act fast.
Having properly repelled the Snuffron, Lindsey's spell then took hold of it. The creature shrieked as its skin began to crack -- then it turned to dust, defeated. With the Snuffron no longer a concern, Lindsey just had to locate the box in order to finally claim it as her reward. Especially as it had to be opened there -- any attempt to take the box from the room would result in it vanishing back among the clay pots.
She needed to do it now, though. The room began to blur and Lindsey struggled to stay steady. The bite burned now, and her whole body felt hot. Her life was in danger.
Post by Lindsey Bryce on Sept 28, 2022 2:18:41 GMT 10
Lindsey stumbled backwards, blinking as she tried to focus her eyes. The box... Where was the box... She repeated in her head before she heard the loud shrieking coming from creature. As he turned to dust, she looked around towards the direction she had seen it go.
Clay pots... It had to be pots... She stumbled towards the pots and began searching, wand still in her hand as she tried to locate the jewelry box. She tossed the pots, not caring at the moment that they might break. Her arm was burning, her body felt hot. She was sweating, she could feel it running down the side of her face as her hands landed on something not clay...
Was it the box? She wiped her face with her sleeve, blinking back the blurry visions. She tried to open whatever it was, really hoping it was the jewelry box...
It took longer than she'd have liked, shifting the clay pots and even having to break a few in search of the box. Having located it, despite her state, Lindsey was able to confirm it was the one she sought from her vision.
The box was latched but easy to open. Inside was a jeweled key and no further instructions. There was no new vision or anything else as she held it. Apart from its jeweled shine and impressive design, there seemed to be nothing at all remarkable about the key itself. There were no further clues or hints given as to how or where it would serve its purpose.
But she'd have to ponder it further another time, as Lindsey's health was rapidly declining.
Post by Lindsey Bryce on Sept 28, 2022 20:20:12 GMT 10
With the box opened, she took the key. She had no time to really look at it. She just shoved it into her bag and began to leave the Cluttered Room.
Her balance was limited, she was having a hard time getting to the entrance. But she managed to find it. She was breathing hard, could feel the sweat dropping down her neck as she held onto the door frame long enough to get her focus.
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