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.
Water sprayed from her wand as intended, yet the soil simply absorbed it -- then returned to its previous state. Whatever it sought, water wasn't the answer either.
Saoirse was unamused when nothing sprouted forth from the soil. She looked around, but there was nothing to indicate she had to carry the pot anywhere. She looked back at her hair. Using a small paring knife, she cut off the ends of her hair and sprinkled it into the pot. She had some other human hair as well, but maybe the evil pot monster wanted her own.
Saoirse watched her hair vanish, and made herself feel better by imagining her hairs raining down on students much to their disgust and horror. But then something above her glinted, and she looked up. There was something high above her, but she couldn't see it in the shadows. Pointing her wand up above her head, Saoirse cast another spell.
The wandlight helped make out the ledge and various bits of rubble or walls, but didn't do much else. The area had so many sections of just emptiness or darkness that even with her spell, it was a rather dim place.
But whatever it was above her, it was too high up even for her light to reach. It was definitely in line with the pot though.
Saoirse couldn't tell what was up there, nor could she reach it. She wished she knew a bullet spell to dislodge it. But it was directly above the pot, so if it fell in, surely that would solve the puzzle? Saoirse pointed her wand at the pot now, her breathing increasing rapidly.
Though Saoirse cast the spell correctly, the pot did not budge. It shimmered almost threateningly, warding off her magic. That was not the way to solve this, apparently.
There was something high above her, yet the focus was on the pot and its soil.
The stupid pot did not budge, and Saoirse sighed in frustration again. She pointed her wand far above her head. She didn't know many spells, so it was worth trying the last one in her arsenal again. Whatever the thing above her was, maybe it would respond to her.
Saoirse put her wand away, figuring magic was clearly useless here. She rifled through her pockets. Besides assorted ingredients that would presumably be teleported away uselessly, she had an empty jar and empty vial. Saoirse took out the jar, opened it, and placed it by the pot. Was she supposed to take some soil with her? She wasn't supposed to move the pot. She placed the empty vial there, too.
Saoirse sighed, putting her jar and vial back in her pockets. She got down on her hands and knees and began to crawl around the pot, searching. Maybe there would be another silver crest, or some sort of plaque to tell her what to do. Or maybe Peeves put that pot there and was simply laughing at her this entire time.
Saoirse noticed a soft shimmer and froze in place. She had gotten too close, it seemed. She edged away until the shimmer faded and disappeared entirely. While keeping a safe distance away, Saoirse noticed a symbol below the pot's rim. A potion vial. What potions could help her here? A, B... beanstalk? Saoirse sat up and looked at the thing above the pot. She couldn't believe it.
It seemed she would have to pay Lucas Mardling another visit. Saoirse hurried back out of the chamber.