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MadMadamMalfoy · 05-17-2021, 02:25 PM

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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo

With the last of the inferi vanquished, you retrieve the key and head through the door. Looking around, you find yourself in a in a poorly lit forest. Is this the Forbidden Forest? How would you know? It doesn't matter, you've got bigger problems on your hands, namely the suddenly chill in the air. Did you dress warm enough?

The hollow, rattling sound soon alerts you to your next challenge. The dark figure emerges from the trees, gliding ever closer to you.

A hand reaches out as if to grab you. You must rid yourself of this nightmare, or pay the price of your soul.

Heath looked on, poised to try conjuring a fire rope if his initial spells had failed, but it wasn't necessary. The Inferi were gone, leaving him able to take the key and open the door. He stepped inside, shivering at the chill in the air, and his heartbeat quickened. This reminded him way too much of fourth year when the fake headmaster abandoned everyone in the Forbidden Forest. Whatever's in here, please don't be an acromantula! he thought.

His dark eyes darted about, taking in as much of his surroundings as the darkness allowed. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched… or followed. Or both. The feeling was all but confirmed as a rsttling noise startled him. He turned in the direction of the sound, wand at the ready. For a fleeting moment, the thought crossed his mind to try casting lumos, but he decided against it. Although it would help him see, it could also lead whatever made that sound straight to him.

Then he saw it - a hand reaching out at him - and he knew instantly that he was dealing with a dementor. Panic set in. He knew how to defeat it, but he didn't know if he could do it. Despite successfully casting a patronus last term, he'd been unable to produce it again since being imprisoned in The Room… though he wasn't sure if that was due to lack of access to his wand or negative feelings holding him back. Only one way to find our, he supposed!

His thoughts turned to Christmas Eve three terms ago, the happiest he'd ever felt… of students and professors alike gathered in the Great Hall, of decorating a tree, of that feeling of butterflies in his stomach when he looked at her, of knowing he'd never have to be alone again. Concentrating on that memory with all his strength, he aimed his wand at the hand coming toward him and cast, "Expecto Patronum!"

He watched as silver whisps shot out of the tip of his wand, hoping to see them take the form of a swan as they had in his previous successes with the spell, but they remained an amorphous mass. Still, an incorporeal patronus was better than nothing, right? He hoped so!

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MadMadamMalfoy Newbie Mod Honeydukes Mod Alley Proprietor Mackled Malaclaw Join Date: Feb 2016 Location: Hazbin Hotel Posts: 11,135 Hogwarts RPG Name: Sydney M. L. Masters Slytherin Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Maddox B. Buchanan Gryffindor Fifth Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Caledon Roth The Leaky Cauldron	From DADA Lesson 1 Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ Dark Brooding Girl ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll Quote: Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo With the last of the inferi vanquished, you retrieve the key and head through the door. Looking around, you find yourself in a in a poorly lit forest. Is this the Forbidden Forest? How would you know? It doesn't matter, you've got bigger problems on your hands, namely the suddenly chill in the air. Did you dress warm enough? The hollow, rattling sound soon alerts you to your next challenge. The dark figure emerges from the trees, gliding ever closer to you. A hand reaches out as if to grab you. You must rid yourself of this nightmare, or pay the price of your soul. Heath looked on, poised to try conjuring a fire rope if his initial spells had failed, but it wasn't necessary. The Inferi were gone, leaving him able to take the key and open the door. He stepped inside, shivering at the chill in the air, and his heartbeat quickened. This reminded him way too much of fourth year when the fake headmaster abandoned everyone in the Forbidden Forest. Whatever's in here, please don't be an acromantula! he thought. His dark eyes darted about, taking in as much of his surroundings as the darkness allowed. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched… or followed. Or both. The feeling was all but confirmed as a rsttling noise startled him. He turned in the direction of the sound, wand at the ready. For a fleeting moment, the thought crossed his mind to try casting lumos, but he decided against it. Although it would help him see, it could also lead whatever made that sound straight to him. Then he saw it - a hand reaching out at him - and he knew instantly that he was dealing with a dementor. Panic set in. He knew how to defeat it, but he didn't know if he could do it. Despite successfully casting a patronus last term, he'd been unable to produce it again since being imprisoned in The Room… though he wasn't sure if that was due to lack of access to his wand or negative feelings holding him back. Only one way to find our, he supposed! His thoughts turned to Christmas Eve three terms ago, the happiest he'd ever felt… of students and professors alike gathered in the Great Hall, of decorating a tree, of that feeling of butterflies in his stomach when he looked at her, of knowing he'd never have to be alone again. Concentrating on that memory with all his strength, he aimed his wand at the hand coming toward him and cast, "Expecto Patronum!" He watched as silver whisps shot out of the tip of his wand, hoping to see them take the form of a swan as they had in his previous successes with the spell, but they remained an amorphous mass. Still, an incorporeal patronus was better than nothing, right? He hoped so! __________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true...