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MadAlice · 01-26-2024, 11:32 PM

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

He sighed as he stopped outside the door and behind the two turning the key. Quickly he dug into his pocket, and unearthed his palm-sized notebook and miniature golden Muggle pen which resided in its spirals. He clicked it out and began jotting down notes, with a soft, "Don't mind me," as the pen started scratching.

Jane was totally focused on turning the key in the door, but not so much that she wasn't aware of David Truebridge suddenly hovering behind them with his ever-present notebook. Oh, wonderful. Just what they needed was a reporter dogging their heels, and one who was probably totally unaware of what was going on. "I really think you'd be wise to stay outside this time, David," she murmured back over her shoulder. "We need all our attention to deal with this problem and we might not be able to help if you get into trouble." Because if this all went wrong and got out of the Chamber, it could hurt a lot more people than one nosy Ministry worker.

Stepping quickly over the threshhold, Jane looked into the Death Chamber, scanning the upper rim where her temporary laboratory was set up, straining to see...whatever, through the dim light. Was that a sound she heard up there? Sort of a slimy rustling, like a giant snail was creeping along the top level. She wanted to get a better look at her retort, but waited Jane waited until Damian could join her, quite prepared to slam the door behind them, in Mr. Truebridge's face, if necessary.

01-26-2024, 11:32 PM	#47 (permalink)
MadAlice Puffskein Join Date: Aug 2011 Location: Houston, Texas Posts: 2,394 Hogwarts RPG Name: Hope Archard Ravenclaw Fifth Year	Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl He sighed as he stopped outside the door and behind the two turning the key. Quickly he dug into his pocket, and unearthed his palm-sized notebook and miniature golden Muggle pen which resided in its spirals. He clicked it out and began jotting down notes, with a soft, "Don't mind me," as the pen started scratching. Jane was totally focused on turning the key in the door, but not so much that she wasn't aware of David Truebridge suddenly hovering behind them with his ever-present notebook. Oh, wonderful. Just what they needed was a reporter dogging their heels, and one who was probably totally unaware of what was going on. "I really think you'd be wise to stay outside this time, David," she murmured back over her shoulder. "We need all our attention to deal with this problem and we might not be able to help if you get into trouble." Because if this all went wrong and got out of the Chamber, it could hurt a lot more people than one nosy Ministry worker. Stepping quickly over the threshhold, Jane looked into the Death Chamber, scanning the upper rim where her temporary laboratory was set up, straining to see...whatever, through the dim light. Was that a sound she heard up there? Sort of a slimy rustling, like a giant snail was creeping along the top level. She wanted to get a better look at her retort, but waited Jane waited until Damian could join her, quite prepared to slam the door behind them, in Mr. Truebridge's face, if necessary.