09-30-2018, 10:41 PM
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Mooncalf
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Octavius Jude Salander Ravenclaw Second Year | Slytherindor ♛ The Crazytastic Besties ♛ Shan Watson ♛ Quote:
Originally Posted by DuckyLinJi Dorian could not remember if he had ever been here before or not. For the moment, nothing looked familiar and his thoughts went momentarily back to when he had been a lost first year. But he was a fourth year now, how in Dumbledore's beard had he managed to get lost now?!
Still, the Ravenclaw did not mind it too much. He always liked to explore the castle although the Grounds were his favourite place to be, especially the entrance gates because it was so quiet there. But since it was too cold outside now, Dorian had been forced to walk inside of the castle instead.
As he turned a corner, the Ravenclaw came to an halt as he saw a student standing in front of a mirror and he frowned, wondering why he was touching it. Did he like his reflection that much? Pfft narcissist.
But upon closer inspection as he got closer, Dorian saw that the mirror did not reflect the place they were in nor the other boy but instead it showed a picturesque scenery with chandeliers and landscape paintings. Odd.
The fourth year was about to ask how that was possible when the voice of the Headmaster's hourly announcement echoed through the hall and Dorian jumped slightly. Even after so many times, he was still not used to the announcements.
He did hear the other boy chuckle after the announcement was made and he thought that this was an good conversation opener. "Like anyone would report, right?" he said with a shake of his head. He was afraid to admit that he had liked the Headmaster's visions at first. Now? Now he wanted him gone and his henchmen as well. "What are you looking at?" he asked and pointed at the mirror. Chase turned around to see a Ravenclaw boy approaching him and couldn't help but smile at his comment. Honour amongst rebels? Perhaps this boy could be an ally. Honestly anyone was an ally against Scrimmy's prehistoric methods. Madness, he wagered.
"I'd hope not. Apparently people have been fired over simple things like spilled hot chocolate," he shook his head in disgust. "What's next? Anyone smiling will be sent or talking freely will be whisked to detention?" Hogwarts, no more. It is more like a military academy out of those muggle films. He scoffed. "Ridikkulus!"
"This mirror is strange... It reminds me of a room in Versaille, a jaw-dropping palace in France. So many heavily decorated chandeliers and oil paintings.. It could be a museum but..." He turned around to glance at his new companion. "It could be a room in Hogwarts? Perhaps a secret passageway leads there? What do you think?"
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