| Puffskein
Join Date: Feb 2011 Location: Night Court
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Henrietta J. Han
Slytherin Fourth Year Gryffindor | 
SPOILER!!: Elias :3 Quote:
Originally Posted by Lottiepot  Elias didn’t really have a reason to be at the Shrieking Shack other than his curiosity was getting the better of him. He’d heard stories about it of course, that it was the most haunted house in Britain which considering the number of ghosts that frequented the halls of Hogwarts must’ve been plenty. He’d also heard of its previous uses and the history associated with its crooked beams and creaking boards.
That wasn’t to say that Eli was brave enough to step over the threshold and attempt to enter. Although the first year would argue that bravery had absolutely nothing to do with it and that it was that he wasn’t stupid enough to do it that was holding him back.
He’d taken the long pathway down, wrapped up warm in his cashmere coat that was a little too big for him still but had been a present from his Grandfather for his birthday. He halted by the fence, close enough to be able to spot anything odd occurring from behind the boarded up windows but distant enough to avoid any trouble. His eyes flickered between the windows in anticipation. Etta, filled with curiosity, ventured to the famous or infamous (whichever one would prefer) haunted house! The youngling had a fascination for the haunted at her small age. What was meant to be a punishment (from past foster bullies) turned into a world that piqued her interest after her foster grandmother once advised her to fear the living, not the dead.
The muggle movie Casper should be accredited as well.
Etta wore her thick wool cloak and hood over a wool sweater to keep herself nice and warm, paired with lavender rain boots. Snow squelched under the youngling’s rain boots as she cautiously neared the fence of the Shrieking Shack.
Etta’s eyes WIDENED! Woooooah. It was so worn down, the garden was unkempt and overgrown. What a crime! A real crying shame. But it did add to the haunted element she supposed. Walking a little further she noticed a familiar face as she pushed the hood of the cloak just a smidge away from her face to steal a glance then releasing it quickly.
Oh no…it was Ezra’s brother. The boy who falsely accused her of stealing her good friend’s dragon book. Wait?...Was he into haunted houses too? |