Originally Posted by hermygirl

Props! The sixth year Ravenclaw had a box of them. Well, some specific and carefully crafted pieces to replace the destroyed ones, anyways.

Dressed all in black, Sam moved quietly around the auditorium, careful to avoid the bright lights of the stage, as would be normal of a stage hand. She was looking for the props' intended owners. Except looking would actually be a rather poor description of her behaviour; her eyes were blank, staring straight ahead, unreactive to what was going on around her...especially not the drama on stage. Strange for someone usually so alert. And if one were to look carefully, they'd notice her movement wasn't as lithe or light-footed as usual.

Sam first found Juniper, passing the younger Ravenclaw an oddly shaped staff made out of a finely polished wood, currently wrapped in protective paper. The paper itself wasn't fancy, just the thin recycled sort - like blank newspaper without the print, or the stuff fish and chips sometimes came wrapped in. She didn't utter a word to explain what it was, or which scene it was to be used for, just continuing onwards with her task...her blank expression remaining intact.

Next she found Junia. The object she pulled out of her box this time was much smaller and round, fitting easily in the palm of the hand even with the tissue paper wrapped round it to keep it safe. Contained within the layers was a crystal brooch - although again, the Ravenclaw didn't give anything away as to what the Slytherin should expect. Her gaze refused to make eye contact, instead staring unblinkingly at some unknown point in the distance as she silently moved on.

She had one last thing to pass out for now...but where was Emmeline? She wandered around back stage to no avail, before making her way back out discretely along the side of the set so as not to disturb the rehearsal. Maybe she should give the wrapped necklace to Myers to look after instead? She stood at the side of the stage, waiting for him to step back from the action and see her.

Originally Posted by TakemetotheBurrow

As if the drama on stage wasn't enough, now Sam was approaching her and the very last thing Junia wanted to do was have another awkward run-in with the girl. She'd broken her best friend's heart into pieces and having to witness the Gryffindor put herself back together was breaking Junia's heart. Of course it left her feeling some kind of way about the older girl. How could she not?

"I don't think I'm meant to have any props, Sa-" Hello? Junia frowned as the sixth year moved on without so much as a head nod in acknowledgement. That was quite rude. Wrong, too. What could she possibly need with this...well, what even was it? The fifth year carefully unwrapped the tissue paper on the top, revealing the crystal brooch. It looked vintage-something she imagined her late grandmother might've worn. It had to be for a costume, didn't it? Though not hers. She would be stuck wearing something to blend in with the others, no doubt. Shaking her head, she reached down and delicately plucked the brooch out of her palm, leaving the tissue paper behind. It was quite pret-

Blue-green eyes were blown wide, looking but no longer really seeing what was around her as her body slumped to the ground, arms and legs falling unnaturally around her as if she were a broken doll. Her limbs jerked as if electrified for only a brief moment and then went eerily still, her mouth open and stretched in a silent scream for help as the crystal brooch slid from her hand onto the floor.

Originally Posted by kayquilz

OKAY. Good times. The rehearsal was CONTINUING and there was nothing ELSE dramatic happening besides the ACTUAL. BLOODY. DRAMATICS. Paul was glad. He then saw Sam. SAM TYLER. What in the world was she doing here? And what did she HAVE? Paul eyed her a bit. "Sam...are you okay?" he asked, standing, once again, to approach her. "What do you need? What's that?" he asked about her...thing she was carrying, whatever it was. "What have you got there?" he asked as he took it from her hand, partially blowing the tissue away to get a better look. A necklace? He picked it up and hung it front of her face. "Um. What is...th--"

........Why was Abraham Botros screaming? Why was-- W-

What....

The older man was suddenly dead weight. Falling, as if he had passed out, to the ground, but his eyes were wide open as he twitched. His limbs looked like jelly, strewn about in an unnatural way. He was screaming, but no sound escaped his mouth. There was nothing else in his mind. The play...this rehearsal...he was...merely a vessel.

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Originally Posted by The Narrator

The old owl let out a screechy hoot as it approached the village. Dark clouds were following behind, so it flapped its wings harder with as much might as it could muster. A delivery had to be made before the skies decided to pour rain. Plus, it was very tired after the long journey and so desperately wanted to relieve itself of the letter that had been tasked to send.

The bird circled the village, yellow eyes searching. But the intended receiver was nowhere in sight. So the animal did the only reasonable thing it could think of: it released the letter from its grasp, certain that the humans would be able to figure things out on their own.

As the owl flew off out of sight, the letter fell to the floor of the street. The envelope was black in colour, and the name written in crimson writing read Kaysha Stewart.

Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19

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Black envelope, crimson writing…

...surely it was from...

Kay immediately retrieved the parchment from within to read to herself. "The Hawk is still an Eyas. Wait." Alert blue eyes read the message twice more and a small smirk graced her features. She replaced the note then looked to the boys again.

“It’s just a letter from an old friend informing me of a visit he’ll be making. Run along now, both of you. Enjoy what’s left of the weekend. I’ll see you back at the Castle.’’ The envelope was clutched tightly in her hand as she walked off, mind fully on what was to come.[/COLOR]

Originally Posted by FYI

eyas (ˈʌɪəs/) a young hawk, especially (in falconry) an unfledged nestling taken from the nest for training