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Humpbacked Witch Statue A long time ago, a secret corridor on the third floor led from the statue of a humpbacked witch all the way to Honeydukes in Hogsmeade. If one still knew the password that caused the witch to reveal the passageway, one might be able to convince her to move an inch or two... |
Ivy was on the move. Going soooomewhere. Out. Away? Maybe to get some fresh air because all she could smell was dust and hyperactive children who thought it was the end of the world because they had to pay to get into their common rooms. Welcome to the real world, Clearing her mind of these things, Ivy click-clacked her high heels down the corridor as she neared the witch statue. She never liked that thing when she was a student, and it was still creepy. |
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Lex bolted down a corridor, ran through another, must have gone up a flight of stairs...maybe...two...three? She couldn't tell anymore. Her mind was too preoccupied by the kneazle that had decided he wanted to play a game. A game she never appreciated. She rounded the corner of another corridor, eyes firmly fixed on the kneazle and noticed all two late that he narrowly avoided a woman walking. Too late because before she could stop she headed right into her. UGH. Lex fell back on her bum and looked up at whoever she had hit into. ... "Professor!" Professor...ummm...Professor...? Yeah, she'd leave it at Professor 'til she could remember. "I...uh...the kneazle..." Nothing else was coming out. |
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The blue and green eyes of Professor Ivy Knox glared down the child on the floor, her hand tightly gripping her wand. "The kneazle?" she repeated. "You mean, this kneazle?!" Ivy angrily flicked her wand forward and levitated the feline she had managed to catch RIGHT in front of the girl's face. It probably wasn't too happy, floating in midair like that. Betcha haven't seen a flying cat before, have you? |
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When she first saw her raise her wand she thought either she or Felix might have been in for a hex or three and her eyes squeezed shut but the woman's words had made her open them. She tilted her head and stared curiously at the sight for a moment. "I don't think he likes that." Lex said, reaching forward to grab him. The kneazle was hissing and aiming his claws at the woman but to no avail. All he managed to do was spin a bit and hiss some more. Clearly he didn't like it. Couldn't she tell????? "I'll say I'm sorry I ran into you Professor, he is too." And again she reached for him. It might help if he stopped flailing around so much. She didn't fancy getting scratched for trying to help him. NOPE. Could she have him back now? Before he managed to hurt himself would be nice. |
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Ivy ignored the girl's apology and watched her with a stern gaze. "Tell me your name, child." Then maybe she would consider giving her kneazle back to her. |
Raven was having much funner than she thought she would have exploring the HUGE castle. She had barely covered one floor and was now moving on. Her old school was one TENTH this size, and she still didn't know what the limits were. Now she came upon a rather creepy looking statue of a humpbacked witch. That witch seemed to be staring at her. Nearby she also saw one of the teachers and a student and a Kneazel. To her surprise the kneazel was floating in the air, being held up by the teacher. The teacher seemed to be in a bad mood, so Raven walked on and tried to pay no attention. |
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Her eyes left the woman completely and she focused instead of her shrieking baby. At first she thought it wasn't possible but her scowl got even worse. Her apology was wasted, ignored really. She didn't like apologizing, it wasn't something she did and here it was being ignored. Her eyes flickered back to the woman when she basically gave her a command. She sat forward, folding her legs when she did. Wouldn't you like to know. Lex continued staring up at her. Finally she stated rather proudly, "Alexa Cambridge, ma'am." |
Seeing another younger student walk by, Ivy turned her glare to her for a moment. "Run along," she ordered, waving her hand at the girl. And when she seemed to be going, Ivy returned her attention to the other student. Blah blah blah, Ivy didn't really care what the cat was used to. She held it in the air for a few seconds longer. Then she lowered the feline until it was about four feet in the air and dropped the levitation spell, letting the cat fall to the floor. If it had real cat instincts, it would land on his feet. "Alexa Cambrige," Ivy repeated, storing that name in her memory. "Do be sure this doesn't happen again. I don't think you or your kneazle will be quite so lucky next time." And with that, Ivy slid her wand back into its holster and walked past the girl, continuing her brisk walk. |
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Finally the woman lowered her wand. She extended her hand for him but didn't expect him to be dropped the way he was. Immediately she hopped to her feet and swooped him into her arms. He was a testy kneazle and she didn't want him getting any bright ideas. Nah. She liked him too much to see the woman try anything else on him. Alexa looked up at the woman, listening perfectly to everything she was saying with an even expression. She watched the woman walk away. See to it that it didn't happen again? Pffffffffffffffffffffffffft. Her kneazle ran wherever he wanted to. The most she could do was catch up to him. She didn't see him changing, especially not for someone who had him floating in the air. |
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Astro post HW 1 Daichi grumbled LOUDLY as he dragged the stupid vacuum cleaner behind him that he had gotten from Professor Flamsteed. As he dragged it through the corridor, the Slytherin found a spot to begin with his homework. Homework, YEAH RIGHT! We know the truth Flamsteed! GRUMBLE! Stopping in front of the Humpbacked Witch Statue, the Prefect looked at it. He knew that this was a secret passage way to somewhere but he never knew what the password was. Must be something very stupid like this *Homework*... If they didn't get points for this he had not done it. "What a FUN last year!" he huffed sarcastically. He liked Hogwarts because he didn't have to clean. He'd done that enough at home during the summer breaks. Which made him thinking. After this year he would go home! Crap, he needed a place on his own so that he didn't have to clean each and every day. But before that happened he needed to earn some points first. Flicking his wrist, his phoenix feather wand fell out of the wrist holster and he then pointed it at the vacuum cleaner hose. "Vacavus!" he said and listened how the cleaner swooshed loudly in the corridor. Ugh, even the sound was annoying. He had been okay with it during class because that had just been a game. While he was cleaning, Daichi agressively moved the vacuum cleaner back and forth. He was still grumbling some words under his breath and when he was done he quickly stopped the charm. Mweh, he should get extra points for doing this! |
Erm... help? Sturnik paced the halls mumbling to himself in Gobbledegook. This was the SIXTH time he'd passed this deformed human statue. Why this castle had such a statue, he was unsure. But he did know one thing, Hogwarts was NOT worth his bid when it was time to foreclose the castle. No, Sir. Sturnik preferred his underground tunnels and carts. They were much, much easier to navigate then this mess of a hallway. He checked his list again. It should be somewhere around here. He knew he shouldn't have trusted female directions. He was Head of Security, after all. He didn't trust anyone's briefing but his own. Wait, why was someone else in charge of this anyway? Everyone knew he was the best |
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What was a goblin doing at Hogwarts? Didn't they work at Gringotts? "Hey," she said, walking over. "Whatcha doing here?" Not trying to be rude or anything. She was just curious. |
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Oh wait. That wasn't why he was there. He reached into his pocket and flashed his shiny security badge. "Head of Security of Gringotts. I'm looking for the Hospital Wing." he said turning his head and looking down the hall. He then readjusted his Security hat. He just wanted to put emphasis on his spectacular title. |
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Oh hey, he had a badge. Not a prefect or captain badge, but it was still shiny. So that was cool. And he was from Gringotts, so at least she was right about them working there. "Oh, it's just right down that way," Penelope replied, pointing down the hall. "Turn the corner and go down a ways and it should be there." |
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He looked down the hall then nodded. Down the and around the corner. Should be there. "Carry on." he said before heading in the direction the human child had pointed out. |
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But...it then occurred to her to wonder why the goblin needed to know where the hospital wing was. Was he hurt or something? St. Mungo's too far? He was already hurrying down the corridor and she considered following him...but then decided against it, and continued down the way she had been going before. |
Colley! Was it her bed time? No. Who had bed times, these days?! Babies, that's who. But she was still in her pyjamas either way. She had been in bed, but then she'd remembered she'd promised to hand Coul her notes from class so he could copy them up, because he wasn't as cool as her in sense of keeping up with them. So, pyjama'd and now noteless, she was heading on a indirect route back to her common room. At some points on this route, however, she had broke into a run and SLID in her big character slippers down corridors. Elodie did that right now, laughing as she started her run down the third floor, breaking into her skid part way down. Right past that damn ugly statue. |
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With an impressed whistle, Cat kept off to one side so she wasn't in danger of colliding into the girl. "You know, you'd have the same effect using Glisseo on the stairs, so long as it isn't moving." Cause like, that'd be some back luck there.... but rather fun too... |
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It could have been an angry professor who did not approve of her pajamas, or her slippers. The cookie monster and frogs weren't everyone's style. Raising her eyebrows, her hand went to her hip and she considered what was being pitched to her. "I'd rather that with a tray though." Even with the staircase moving, that stuff could be awesome! Plans? Woah, maybe. |
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Not ready to get bulldozed over by someone, but ready to jump out of the way if need be. "Now that I think of it though, it sounds like a surefire way to land yourself in detention, with a broken arm to boot." But perhaps that just made it sound more fun? |
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Detention? Boo, that wasn't where Elodie wanted to end up. But it still sounded so fun! Even the broken arm wasn't too much of a put off. "But still fun, and possible to not get in detention if you wear a mask," she supplied, pondering over the idea of it herself. "Maybe one day." Maybe when she could get enough people to want to do it that they couldn't punish everyone, right? Ideas, baby! |
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Really. Think about it now. "You know who should be wearing a mask?" Her eyes shifted towards the witch as if she were a willing participant in this conversation and wasn't supposed to know she was actually the one being talked about. |
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Or maybe, just maybe this girl was right. "Potentially," Els mused, a quizzical look crossing her face. "Or maybe they're planning some sort of prank themselves?" She would do, if she was in their position. Maybe she'd be considering quitting and things too, but that was a different topic of sorts. Elodie liked the thought of those in responsible positions planning something with the mind of a playful child. Maybe she'd pitch it to people. When she wasn't too busy. But evil detentions were kind of worrying. Not that Els was a student who got detentions, but if there were evil plans in place, now she was pretty terrified to step out of line even once. Her eyeline followed that of the other girls and Els smirked, nodding her head. "She could do with a complete makeover," HINT. HINT. |
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