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Originally Posted by Cinn-O-Bun  Miles walked into the Common Room quietly and closed the door behind him. He looked around at everyone, talking...mingling...blissfully unaware of the schools issues and his own. Who said ignorance wasn't bliss... Swallowing he moved toward the centre of the room and cleared his throat, "Could...could everyone come here please..." he said not nearly loud enough to be heard. He glanced down at his hands that he had stopped and bandaged and then back up. "Excuse me...I need your attention..." he said a little louder and sighed. He was too short for this room. Looking around again he spotted the coffee table and stood up on it so he was several heads taller than everyone, "HELLO! CAN EVERYONE STOP TALKING!"
He waited for the talking to die down and people to turn toward the crazed man on the table...him. "I'm here to inform you of what's going on and why you were all asked to come here. As you have noticed...we're missing one Prefect...things have been happening. Strange things and Headmaster Tate has asked for us to remain in our dormitories. The school has been placed on lockdown." There...it was said, why did it make him feel sick. He looked around, or tried to as his vision started to blur. Shaking his head to clear it he opened his eyes waiting for the onslaught of questions. Quote:
Originally Posted by Crystal Ball Phoebus looked up from a pile of books as Miles spoke, one eyebrow raised in curiosity as he addressed everyone who was talking. He seemed on edge, Phoebus thought. He needed a calming draught. A mild one, he thought with a little frown.
" Lockdown?" Phoebus said, looking at him. " What's going on?" He asked standing and immediately looking for Adrienne. If they were on lockdown, then by Merlin's PANTS she better be in this room. Or in the dorms...bah same difference, he needed to see her to feel better DARN IT. Quote:
Originally Posted by Cinn-O-Bun Miles' head seared in pain and he placed his head in his hands. Had they heard him? Did he say anything at all? It was hard to tell now with his brain running a mile a minute.
Looking down as he heard a voice he thought he spotted Phoebus but if he was honest he was seeing double... "Yes lockdown..." He swallowed and looked around. "We're not sure but people are getting hurt and some things were found by the forest..." he swallowed again, his mouth feeling dry. "Is it hot in here?" He was feeling dizzy again and slid off the table until he was sitting down on it. "And Cela's gone and....bloody robes were found...and wands were found...and I'm having to do this all myself..." Looking up he couldn't keep his eyes focused on anything as it all seemed to spin around him. "I...I don't feel so good...." Quote:
Originally Posted by Crystal Ball Taking in Mile's unwell appearance...well, Phoebus panicked a moment. He didn't know what to do if he fell or broke something or...anything.
Wait. YES HE DID.
Chiding himself for forgetting his own abilities in a moment of panic induced stupidity, he nodded as Miles spoke. " Yeah, that's a pretty good reason to be a bit overwhelmed," He said.
He got up, walking over to the table the Prefect was currently slumped against and eyed him. " You don't look good. How many fingers am I holding up?" He asked, waving four of them in front of Miles' face. After classes, and studying, and everything, Adrienne had sort of fled to the dorms for some quality time with Christian, Tory and Dolce. But after a while, she'd gotten bored with the quiet, and had scooped all three pygmy puffs up into her arms and headed back down toward the common room . . . Only to see Miles up on the furniture as she got halfway down the stairs, and, listening to him, her blue eyes widened a little. Prefect missing? Lockdown again?, she thought, remembering previous terms. It almost made her happy she was leaving after this term. Except for a few things.
One of which came into sharp relief as she saw Phoebus looking around for her. Making her way down the rest of the stairs and over to him, she deposited her pets into his chair and lightly touched his arm before turning to Miles. Hopefully she could kill two birds with one stone, so to speak. make Phoebus feel better and figure out what was going on. Not that Miles' rambling was helping. "Cela's just gone? Like, kidnapped gone?," she asked, worried about the other prefect now. The bloody robes and all of the other stuff was freaky, but people that she knew missing? Way worse in her mind right now.
Although, Miles really didn't look good himself, which was verified when he kind of looked really loopy, and she followed Phoebus as he went over to check on him. "Should we take him to the hospital wing?," she asked, still waiting to see what the younger boy was going to say to the fingers question. And she sort of lightly let her ability brush against him herself, not really prodding but getting a sense of what was going through his head. Phoebus could do the talking, but she wasn't about to not help in her own way. Plus, there was the possibility her status as Quidditch captain would help if they really were supposed to stay in the tower. Like, she was almost a prefect, right?
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