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Tazenhani · 10-15-2015, 09:06 AM

SPOILER!!: Yoongi!

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Originally Posted by DuckyLinJi

He was in the right house. He knew that as he had seen the flag on top of it when he had been on the other side. But how was he going to get up the roof? First he would enter the run down house and check if he could use a staircase to the attic. He stepped over the windowsill and landed inside. Why did all these houses look the same to him? Yoongi walked around, being careful with each step he made. As he entered another room on the right side, the Gryffindor spotted a staircase leading up and he nearly did a little dance of joy but as he stepped closer he noticed that the staircase was broken. Even looking at it he heard the crumbling of the stone breaking and he sighed. He wasn’t going to risk that way.

Turning back around, Yoongi walked back where he had come from to find another route when he heard a creak and a split second later his left leg vanished in to the floor. He screamed in shock as he felt the splinters of the wood tear the underside of his pants open and he quickly pulled himself out. It were just a few scratched, there wasn’t even blood and he thanked the professor for giving them this uniform.

The shock had had his heart racing though and as he rolled away from the hole in the floor, the sixth year made sure to get to the balcony where he knew he was safer than inside the house. He limbed with each step but gritted his teeth together. He had come this far he was not giving up! As he climbed back through the windowsill, he looked around some more. Surely there was a way up there?

With no planks, ropes or any other help , the Gryffindor walked to the other side of the balcony and peered around the corner. “Are you kidding me?!” An emergency staircase that buildings usually had was right there. RIGHT THERE! Without waiting any longer, Yoongi opened the door of the staircase cage, ignored the ominous creak that it made and walked up. The stairs was in the form of a straight ladder with. He climbed slower than he usually would do because of his bad leg and not to mention that his hands were still hurting thanks to the rope earlier but the metal made his hands cool down a bit.

As he climbed up, nothing much happened and he didn’t even think about any possibilities that could. Instead , he thought of how proud he was of himself. From screaming and crying in fear at the Treehouse because it was too high, to the Astronomy lesson where he had been high up and…well still screamed but didn’t cry to practising in the obstacle course and now he was doing this challenge. If he could say so himself, he was PROUD okay?

“AAAH!” He couldn’t help it, the stair he put his foot on broke under his weight and he could just cling himself on the railing. And it was his left leg again! He looked down, his face turned white as he saw the height but he pulled himself up , his muscles burning and he calmed his breathing while he climbed further. Three more steps, two more on--- The stair broke again but this time it was the whole thing. The staircase bended forward with a loud creak and he knew he would make things even worse if he climbed faster.

Call it instinct to survive, Yoongi pushed himself off of the emergency staircase and jumped to the side. His arms outstretched as his hands grabbed the edge of the rooftop. Beside him, the staircase fell down with a loud BANG. He wasn’t safe yet though so he pushed his feet to the wall for more support and shuffled his arms further up the roof. His whole body was shaking so badly as he pulled himself up and he was breathing hard and fast through his nose but eventually he managed to climb on the roof thanks to the adrenaline he had felt. Even magical people could do amazing things when they felt adrenaline. It was a good feeling…now that he was safe.

He had almost forgotten the flag on top of this roof but when he saw it he grinned. Getting up from the rooftop floor, Yoongi limbed his was to the flag and touched it before he fell down on his behind. His hair was a sweaty mess, the special made shirt uniform was drenched against his upper body and the pants on the left side was torn up. He definitely looked like a real mess but he was laughing…

Perhaps it was that the environment was distracted with the young man's laughing, or simply that Sabel had been there all along. One way or another, there was no shimmer to the air or change. One moment there was blank air, the next there was a Defense Professor sitting on the edge of the roof.

Sabel looked between the young kid and over the side of the roof, to the metal that was still clattering down. "You know, it's a good thing I didn't rent this space out. The cost of repairs would be extraordinary."

Pushing himself to his feet, Sabel moved over to Hyland, pausing at his side momentarily with a confused expression. "Should I be concerned?" And no, he wasn't talking about the torn up pant-leg. Holding a hand out to offer a boost up, a small smile played at the corners of his lips. "Or would you like a minute?"

SPOILER!!: Char!!

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Originally Posted by Tegz

The good thing about being little was that Char didn't have to worry nearly so much about how dilapidated things were, or if they would hold her weight. Not that she was inclined to worry anyway, but even if she had been, generally she was slight enough that at worst there was a tiny wobble or two. She was currently carefully easing her way from window sill to window sill, three stories above the gaping maw below her. Her next step was to get across to the other side. Char figured that it'd be easier to do that now than try to leap from rooftop to rooftop, especially because there was a great big thick rope thing running between one wall and the other, and slanting slightly downward toward the other wall. Power lines, she thought, that's what muggles needed after all and this seemed to her like a muggle alley. She was also aware though, that given they were in Hogwarts, there wouldn't be actual electricity SO she could use it, as long as it was sturdy enough.

She had to use a few different things in her plastic bag to do this next part. Char gripped the side of the windowsill carefully and took out the old coathanger, which she stretched out as long as possible. The twine she tied on the end of the belt and looped it loosely through the buckle so that when she pulled it, ideally it would pull the belt itself through the buckle too. Char stopped to admire her handiwork and then she hooked the belt on its end and caaaaaaaaaarefully leaned up and used the hook to flop the belt over the thick cable. Once that was there, she pulled the twine caaarefully and the end of the belt came through and hung down low enough that she could grab the leather. She tugged it with one hand, experimentally. Felt strong enough. Thus satisfied, Char once again packed her things into her plastic bag, carefully pulled the bag up over her shoulder, and then with one big breath LAUNCHED HERSELF FROM THE WINDOW SILL, GRIPPING TIGHTLY TO THE END OF THE BELT.

The top of it snagged and she almost lost her grip, but then thanks to the incline of the cable, she began to slide... faster... and... faster.... like she was on a flying fox. Before it could build up too much speed she was almost across the alley. Char lifted her feet up so she could brace for the wall and not smack it with her face and the impact, while not painful, sent her spinning around and she dropped her plastic bag, including the makeshift grappling hook. She clung on as tightly as she could until the spinning stopped and then looked down at the emptiness below her.

Okay. Well.

She was ACROSS.

Char swung a bit and hooked her foot over a railing for one of the rickety fire escapes much like the one she'd come from on the other side before tackling the windowsills, and eventually managed to get herself over it, collapsing on the metal gridwork underneath. She could FEEL it and hear it shifting, but it seemed like it was happy enough to take her weight. And she was almost there now! The fire escape on this side, this top level, went right on up to the roof, though most of the ladder's rungs were missing. She was getting tired now but still got up and began monkeying up the ladder, testing each rung before putting any weight on it.

And then her fingers were on the edge of the roof and Char pulled herself up.

SUCCESS! OHWAITNO! She needed to get the flag first. Where wa... oh THERE! She snatched it up and held it up. YAS! SUCCESS! She sooo should have brought her snails along to see this!

It was a moment or two before there was a shift in the air, and Sabel popped up right behind the young Gryffindor, nearly getting the flag up the nostril. Hands on his hips, he took a step back and grinned down at the little one, unable to retain the swell of pride. "Well, I believe I must extend my most pleased congratulations to you."

His eyes skipped to the alleyway and then back to the victor. "Quite inventive." And what was this? No scratches? Leaning back slightly, Sabel took a quick glance over. "Anything hurt, broken or otherwise disturbed anywhere?"

Would she thus far be the first to escape the challenge unscathed? Was it something to do with size and weight? Or just care?

SPOILER!!: Zeke!

Ah there. That was better. All around better.

Sabel's smile held as he finished up with the boy's second hand. The nose he would let the kid take care of on his own. Didn't need someone fawning over all his injuries, after all at that age they could be some source of pride.

Tucking his wand back into it's holster on his wrist, he gave the kid an amused grunt. Who exactly, then, did he need to convince? Perhaps, it would be process of elimination. "Make sure to get some ice on that."

Clapping Browne on the shoulder, he pointed him towards a sturdy and easy staircase hidden at the other side of the roof. One that wouldn't crumble or give out. "Exit's that way. Good work."

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Tazenhani DMLE & DoM Doxy Join Date: Oct 2009 Posts: 6,150 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amur Neverwinter Fourth Year	All you amazing peeps ^_^ ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~ SPOILER!!: Yoongi! Quote: Originally Posted by DuckyLinJi He was in the right house. He knew that as he had seen the flag on top of it when he had been on the other side. But how was he going to get up the roof? First he would enter the run down house and check if he could use a staircase to the attic. He stepped over the windowsill and landed inside. Why did all these houses look the same to him? Yoongi walked around, being careful with each step he made. As he entered another room on the right side, the Gryffindor spotted a staircase leading up and he nearly did a little dance of joy but as he stepped closer he noticed that the staircase was broken. Even looking at it he heard the crumbling of the stone breaking and he sighed. He wasn’t going to risk that way. Turning back around, Yoongi walked back where he had come from to find another route when he heard a creak and a split second later his left leg vanished in to the floor. He screamed in shock as he felt the splinters of the wood tear the underside of his pants open and he quickly pulled himself out. It were just a few scratched, there wasn’t even blood and he thanked the professor for giving them this uniform. The shock had had his heart racing though and as he rolled away from the hole in the floor, the sixth year made sure to get to the balcony where he knew he was safer than inside the house. He limbed with each step but gritted his teeth together. He had come this far he was not giving up! As he climbed back through the windowsill, he looked around some more. Surely there was a way up there? With no planks, ropes or any other help , the Gryffindor walked to the other side of the balcony and peered around the corner. “Are you kidding me?!” An emergency staircase that buildings usually had was right there. RIGHT THERE! Without waiting any longer, Yoongi opened the door of the staircase cage, ignored the ominous creak that it made and walked up. The stairs was in the form of a straight ladder with. He climbed slower than he usually would do because of his bad leg and not to mention that his hands were still hurting thanks to the rope earlier but the metal made his hands cool down a bit. As he climbed up, nothing much happened and he didn’t even think about any possibilities that could. Instead , he thought of how proud he was of himself. From screaming and crying in fear at the Treehouse because it was too high, to the Astronomy lesson where he had been high up and…well still screamed but didn’t cry to practising in the obstacle course and now he was doing this challenge. If he could say so himself, he was PROUD okay? “AAAH!” He couldn’t help it, the stair he put his foot on broke under his weight and he could just cling himself on the railing. And it was his left leg again! He looked down, his face turned white as he saw the height but he pulled himself up , his muscles burning and he calmed his breathing while he climbed further. Three more steps, two more on--- The stair broke again but this time it was the whole thing. The staircase bended forward with a loud creak and he knew he would make things even worse if he climbed faster. Call it instinct to survive, Yoongi pushed himself off of the emergency staircase and jumped to the side. His arms outstretched as his hands grabbed the edge of the rooftop. Beside him, the staircase fell down with a loud BANG. He wasn’t safe yet though so he pushed his feet to the wall for more support and shuffled his arms further up the roof. His whole body was shaking so badly as he pulled himself up and he was breathing hard and fast through his nose but eventually he managed to climb on the roof thanks to the adrenaline he had felt. Even magical people could do amazing things when they felt adrenaline. It was a good feeling…now that he was safe. He had almost forgotten the flag on top of this roof but when he saw it he grinned. Getting up from the rooftop floor, Yoongi limbed his was to the flag and touched it before he fell down on his behind. His hair was a sweaty mess, the special made shirt uniform was drenched against his upper body and the pants on the left side was torn up. He definitely looked like a real mess but he was laughing… Perhaps it was that the environment was distracted with the young man's laughing, or simply that Sabel had been there all along. One way or another, there was no shimmer to the air or change. One moment there was blank air, the next there was a Defense Professor sitting on the edge of the roof. Sabel looked between the young kid and over the side of the roof, to the metal that was still clattering down. "You know, it's a good thing I didn't rent this space out. The cost of repairs would be extraordinary." Pushing himself to his feet, Sabel moved over to Hyland, pausing at his side momentarily with a confused expression. "Should I be concerned?" And no, he wasn't talking about the torn up pant-leg. Holding a hand out to offer a boost up, a small smile played at the corners of his lips. "Or would you like a minute?" SPOILER!!: Char!! Quote: Originally Posted by Tegz The good thing about being little was that Char didn't have to worry nearly so much about how dilapidated things were, or if they would hold her weight. Not that she was inclined to worry anyway, but even if she had been, generally she was slight enough that at worst there was a tiny wobble or two. She was currently carefully easing her way from window sill to window sill, three stories above the gaping maw below her. Her next step was to get across to the other side. Char figured that it'd be easier to do that now than try to leap from rooftop to rooftop, especially because there was a great big thick rope thing running between one wall and the other, and slanting slightly downward toward the other wall. Power lines, she thought, that's what muggles needed after all and this seemed to her like a muggle alley. She was also aware though, that given they were in Hogwarts, there wouldn't be actual electricity SO she could use it, as long as it was sturdy enough. She had to use a few different things in her plastic bag to do this next part. Char gripped the side of the windowsill carefully and took out the old coathanger, which she stretched out as long as possible. The twine she tied on the end of the belt and looped it loosely through the buckle so that when she pulled it, ideally it would pull the belt itself through the buckle too. Char stopped to admire her handiwork and then she hooked the belt on its end and caaaaaaaaaarefully leaned up and used the hook to flop the belt over the thick cable. Once that was there, she pulled the twine caaarefully and the end of the belt came through and hung down low enough that she could grab the leather. She tugged it with one hand, experimentally. Felt strong enough. Thus satisfied, Char once again packed her things into her plastic bag, carefully pulled the bag up over her shoulder, and then with one big breath LAUNCHED HERSELF FROM THE WINDOW SILL, GRIPPING TIGHTLY TO THE END OF THE BELT. The top of it snagged and she almost lost her grip, but then thanks to the incline of the cable, she began to slide... faster... and... faster.... like she was on a flying fox. Before it could build up too much speed she was almost across the alley. Char lifted her feet up so she could brace for the wall and not smack it with her face and the impact, while not painful, sent her spinning around and she dropped her plastic bag, including the makeshift grappling hook. She clung on as tightly as she could until the spinning stopped and then looked down at the emptiness below her. Okay. Well. She was ACROSS. Char swung a bit and hooked her foot over a railing for one of the rickety fire escapes much like the one she'd come from on the other side before tackling the windowsills, and eventually managed to get herself over it, collapsing on the metal gridwork underneath. She could FEEL it and hear it shifting, but it seemed like it was happy enough to take her weight. And she was almost there now! The fire escape on this side, this top level, went right on up to the roof, though most of the ladder's rungs were missing. She was getting tired now but still got up and began monkeying up the ladder, testing each rung before putting any weight on it. And then her fingers were on the edge of the roof and Char pulled herself up. SUCCESS! OHWAITNO! She needed to get the flag first. Where wa... oh THERE! She snatched it up and held it up. YAS! SUCCESS! She sooo should have brought her snails along to see this! It was a moment or two before there was a shift in the air, and Sabel popped up right behind the young Gryffindor, nearly getting the flag up the nostril. Hands on his hips, he took a step back and grinned down at the little one, unable to retain the swell of pride. "Well, I believe I must extend my most pleased congratulations to you." His eyes skipped to the alleyway and then back to the victor. "Quite inventive." And what was this? No scratches? Leaning back slightly, Sabel took a quick glance over. "Anything hurt, broken or otherwise disturbed anywhere?" Would she thus far be the first to escape the challenge unscathed? Was it something to do with size and weight? Or just care? SPOILER!!: Zeke! Quote: Originally Posted by Hera Zeke opted to ignore that comment, it wasn't something he cared to discuss, though wasn't pleased with the alternative either. Sabel taking his hand wasn't necessary. He was sure he still had some essence of murtlap in his trunk somewhere, and if not, then he was sure someone else could heel his hands for him. Worst case scenario he could settle for ice and let his body heal naturally. Admittedly, the healing spell was helping, so he didn't protest. He was right though, and Sabel confirmed it. He could have been killed, if the circumstances were different, more extreme, dire. But what Sabel did was put things into perspective for him. Not only would his death have been avenged if that was the case, but, he was a fourth year student... it was unreasonable for him to think he could be anything like a fully trained and grown up Auror or anything of the sort. "I know," he acknowledged eventually. Flexing his fingers when Sabel was done with one hand, he immediately surrendered his other. The heartless comment took him off guard, and Zeke couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in surprise. "I don't think I'm the one you need to convince, Professor," he informed, actually amused now. A smirk lifted the corners of his lips. Heartless. So, could he go now? Ah there. That was better. All around better. Sabel's smile held as he finished up with the boy's second hand. The nose he would let the kid take care of on his own. Didn't need someone fawning over all his injuries, after all at that age they could be some source of pride. Tucking his wand back into it's holster on his wrist, he gave the kid an amused grunt. Who exactly, then, did he need to convince? Perhaps, it would be process of elimination. "Make sure to get some ice on that." Clapping Browne on the shoulder, he pointed him towards a sturdy and easy staircase hidden at the other side of the roof. One that wouldn't crumble or give out. "Exit's that way. Good work." __________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________ I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________ _______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy.