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Felixir · 10-14-2009, 09:51 PM

He knew the password.

He knew the office was empty.

He knew he wouldn't get caught.

Even though the staircase thing was revolving, Jake moved up the steps and heard his footsteps echoing. He didn't knock on the door, much like last time, but pushed the door to only a little to let his skinny frame squeeze inside. Staring around the empty office and finding it completely deserted, the young boy quietly shut the door behind him and aimed his... newly acquired wand at the lock, muttering a very complicated spell under his breath, that just could NOT be done non-verbally. There... she knew the way to get in. He was okay.

Having noticed that the lights were on and the sky outside was darkening as a result of the changing seasons, Jake waved the wand and the lights quickly shut off, plunging the room into darkness. But still, it was as though Jake had super-senses now. In fact, the glasses on his face were making things so much more difficult, and the boy whipped them off his face, the clarity of things as precise as ever.

Yanking the hood of his hooded sweatshirt over his head, just in case, Jake casted a simple memory charm on each of the portraits in the room (in case they saw him) before a non-verbal obscuro giving them all blindfolds. Then silencio and muffliato.

Moving around the room and not making any noise, making the precautions slightly pointless, Jake's eyes took in various muggle appliances, books, and other such ridiculousness.

He had just pushed the big ole chair towards one of the portraits with a slightly larger frame and enlarged it, when he heard a distant noise from down the corridor downstairs. Knowing it was probably who he was waiting for, Jake scrambled up onto the overlarge chair and stood up on the back of it, using some bookcase shelves as a ladder of sorts.

Reaching up high, Jake smirked at the sleeping portrait and reached up high, placing a light purple shiiiiiiny stone at the centre of the frame, pushed far back so nobody could see it.

And then, footsteps.

Jumping from the stairs and straight to the floor, landing with a soft flump, Jake shrunk the chair back to normal size and levitated it back to position, finding himself magically exhausted for some reason.

Weird.

Shrinking further back, behind the chair so he was completely hidden, Jake watched the door and waited, nervous even though he knew what he was doing.

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Felixir Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,229 Hogwarts RPG Name: Charlie Upstead Gryffindor Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurelio Kaiser Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexei Petrov Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Typhon Prince Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Achilles Zacharias Ravenclaw Fifth Year x12 x12	Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight He knew the password. He knew the office was empty. He knew he wouldn't get caught. Even though the staircase thing was revolving, Jake moved up the steps and heard his footsteps echoing. He didn't knock on the door, much like last time, but pushed the door to only a little to let his skinny frame squeeze inside. Staring around the empty office and finding it completely deserted, the young boy quietly shut the door behind him and aimed his... newly acquired wand at the lock, muttering a very complicated spell under his breath, that just could NOT be done non-verbally. There... she knew the way to get in. He was okay. Having noticed that the lights were on and the sky outside was darkening as a result of the changing seasons, Jake waved the wand and the lights quickly shut off, plunging the room into darkness. But still, it was as though Jake had super-senses now. In fact, the glasses on his face were making things so much more difficult, and the boy whipped them off his face, the clarity of things as precise as ever. Yanking the hood of his hooded sweatshirt over his head, just in case, Jake casted a simple memory charm on each of the portraits in the room (in case they saw him) before a non-verbal obscuro giving them all blindfolds. Then silencio and muffliato. Moving around the room and not making any noise, making the precautions slightly pointless, Jake's eyes took in various muggle appliances, books, and other such ridiculousness. He had just pushed the big ole chair towards one of the portraits with a slightly larger frame and enlarged it, when he heard a distant noise from down the corridor downstairs. Knowing it was probably who he was waiting for, Jake scrambled up onto the overlarge chair and stood up on the back of it, using some bookcase shelves as a ladder of sorts. Reaching up high, Jake smirked at the sleeping portrait and reached up high, placing a light purple shiiiiiiny stone at the centre of the frame, pushed far back so nobody could see it. And then, footsteps. Jumping from the stairs and straight to the floor, landing with a soft flump, Jake shrunk the chair back to normal size and levitated it back to position, finding himself magically exhausted for some reason. Weird. Shrinking further back, behind the chair so he was completely hidden, Jake watched the door and waited, nervous even though he knew what he was doing. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate! Last edited by Felixir; 10-17-2009 at 05:47 PM.