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Connected to the Armour Gallery, the Trophy Room is where all awards, trophies, cups, plates, shields, statues, and medals are put on display behind crystal glass. Dating back centuries are the numerous achievements that have been made by those who've walked within these walls. When the sunlight shines through the windows and hits the glass just right, the items and names within glimmer and shine oh so bright.
Hundreds of names can be read here, ranging from the great Harry Potter, teachers and ministers of the past, many of today's famous Quidditch players, and more. Carefully looking at all of the names on each individual nameplate, some of you just might even find your parents' names here. Feel free to admire and strive to get your name listed somewhere in this room before you graduate. Just don't press your fingers against the glass or think about having a late-night duel here. You will be sitting here every night for detention until each trophy and plaque in sight is polished to perfection if you do.
Anyone who visits the trophy room knows it is always in the best order and the trophies and plaques are always shining. That isn't the case if you head into the trophy room today. If anyone was around they might have heard a clatter, but nothing too suspicious until you walk in and see trophies on the floor, plaques on not where they should be, and wall hangings half hanging and half falling to the floor.
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For the record...he didn't do it. Whatever had happened here he did NOT do it!
While he really had no business being in the Trophy Room to begin with, none of these names meant anything to him save for those who had gone on to be professional quidditch players, Josh was here now and only partly drawn by the sound of something clattering to the floor.
And then it was as though Peeves had thrown himself a party and left everyone else to clean up after him. Which was...typical. Either that or there was someone lurking around here who was feeling very sOMe SoRt oF wAy about leadership and such at Hogwarts.
"Uh...hello? You...okay in here?"
...whoever you were.
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Since her initial visit to the Trophy Room in her second year, Claudine occasionally liked to visit the place. She found it calming and not at all pressurising to be a Slytherin student leader given the fact there were so many outstanding ones of the past. The Trophy Room was where she was headed today, at that moment, to look at the names on the shiny trophies and plaques when she was distracted by the voice {the clatter had already happened when she arrived}.
Wondering why anyone would not be okay of all places, the fourth year stepped into the Room, not at all caring about the ‘unwell’ person. But what she did care about was the chaos that greeted her.
“What - wha-?” Claudine sputtered, turning wide eyes on Josh.
Violet had been looking for a quiet place to read her precious letter ever since her magpie, Mack, brought it to her out by the Great Lake. She avoided the dungeons, because she did not want to attract the attention of any of her fellow Slytherins. Everywhere she went today, there were students milling about, even outside, even in the Laundry Room. Finally she remembered the Trophy Room and felt that surely she could find a bit of peace and privacy there.
But upon walking in, she stopped dead in her tracks, so suddenly that Mack nearly lost his foothold on her shoulder--the place looked like it had been trashed! Kind of like that Muggle pub her father had taken her too, after the fighting had broken out. And there were two older students there, too, just her luck--Violet wondered if they had caused the wreckage and thought maybe she should make a quiet exit before anyone spotted her.
Mamie had been studying aaaaallllllllll day (okay, for an hour) and wanted a break. What better way to take a break when the weather was grumpy than the Trophy Room? All those shiny trophies and names she didn't know...things to aspire to, if she worked hard. So Mamie made her way to the trophy room, only to find it crowded with a full three people.
And a mess?
Mamie looked at the mess of the trophies and plaques and banners, then at Josh and Violet and the other Slytherin girl. "What happened?" she asked the older students. "I guess-maybe-should we put the trophies back on the shelves?" She wouldn't want a professor to come along and assume they were the culprits now. Unless...maybe the other students were the culprits?! Nah, not Violet, nor Josh who had helped her in Herbology one time. Not these three. Probably.
The room wasn't all that dark, but yet it felt as if something was lurking or possibly passing by. The chill that sat in the room was it actually something suspicious or was it just your minds playing tricks on you?
Avalon was taking the long way back to the Ravenclaw Common Room, stretching her legs a bit before hunkering down to study for OWLs, when she heard a slight commotion from the Trophy Room. Being a prefect and all, she figured she should go investigate. Avalon got a bit distracted, however, by a fellow fifth-year that she passed on her way. After a few minutes of chatting, she made her way into the room to find a handful of her classmates and a gigantic mess.
"Uhhh......what?" It was all she could manage to say, taking in the trophies and plaques scattered on the floor. Why would someone do this? Someone irritated that they didn't get a Prefect badge or win the Gobstones Cup? "Did anybody see what happened?" It was a little suspicious that Josh, Claudine, Mamie, and Violet all happened to be hanging out in the Trophy Room, of all places. But under normal circumstances, she wouldn't suspect any of those students to do something like this. So she'd give them the benefit of the doubt.
She nodded at Mamie's suggestion to start cleaning stuff up. Avalon picked up a few plaques, dusting them off on her robes, while she waited for someone to explain what was going on.
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
As she gazed around, still awestruck over the mess, Claudine did not immediately notice the three students that had arrived after her. Not until Mamie spoke up, that is. She simply shrugged in the Hufflepuff’s direction. “Maybe Josh did it, maybe he didn’t.’’ An eyebrow arched questioningly at him. “But yes. We should try to make things right.’’ Or maybe she should make a quick escape? If Trent came along and saw her… then again, she did adore this Room so maybe it would be best to help fix it up once more. “Hey, Avalon. I sure didn’t see a thing.’’ Claudine was usually minding her own business, after all.
The Snakette had only just taken a step towards one of the walls when she suddenly shivered. Oh, man. Was there a draft in here? “Is it just me or did any of you feel that?’’ Claudine subconsciously crossed her arms so that she could rub at her upper arms, an action she made to demonstrate how she felt at the sudden change in temperature.
Mamie jumped when the Ravenclaw prefect walked in and started talking. She tried to shrink into the background, she didn't want Avalon to think she made the mess, but it was too late. The prefect had heard her suggestion. Bracing her shoulders, because Hufflepuffs could be brave too, Mamie reached down and picked up a big trophy. Was this the one from the Gobstones Cup? She couldn't really read it while she was holding it.
"I didn't see anything either, Avalon!" she chimed in, agreeing with Claudine and holding tight to the trophy that was almost too heavy for her. Where was it supposed to be? She looked around. "It was just like thi-" Mamie cut off as a sudden chill made her shiver and loosen her grip on the trophy. It clattered to the floor, just barely missing her toes.
"Oops!" she muttered quietly, looking sad. She apparently couldn't help clean up without making more mess. "It's weird in here," she added quietly, looking at Claudine. She felt it too?
"It was like this when I got here," replied Violet, looking at the older Ravenclaw with a little irritation--why should she think it was anyone's fault, just because they happened to be in here? She conveniently forgot that this was what she herself had been thinking of the others when she arrived. Still, she turned and started to help pick up things.
"You know, it's weird" she went on, almost speaking to herself. "This doesn't seem like the first instance where I've walked into a room and found everything in chaos like this. I'm not sure what's going on this term."
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And then there was a small crowd and a finger pointed at him as the culprit. "I totally didn't do it," he huffed at Claudine. Yes, he was a Master of Messes, so to speak, but those tended to be from his interpersonal relationships and not literal messes like this. "I got here first and...didn't see anything. Thought maybe someone was feeling some sort of way about...well..." He paused to gesture at all the trophies and plaques. Would Valencia have done it? Aboli had mentioned her being...weird about the Slytherin being made prefect. Had ABOLI done it during an emotional outburst in frustration? "But...don't see anyone soooooooo my next best guess would be that Peeves is bored." Which was, well, was that really so out of the ordinary for a poltergeist to make messes here and there? He never quite got the instant paranoia that seemed to befall his peers rather easily. They were attending school at a magical castle that was a literal labryith and changed it's layout whenever it felt like it - the staircases were so impractical but also a nice touch when you were trying to ghost someone. Not LITERALLY ghost but...anyway. Rowena Ravenclaw had been on to something there in any case.
His eyes shifted to Avalon when she had arrived and, well, he supposed he DID owe her and Cauldine a sort of absurdly belated apology for things buuuuuuuut now seemed like it wasn't the time.
Pursing his lips together with a low 'brrrrrrr' as he blew out, his lips tickling as they vibrated from the exhale, Josh knelt down and picked up one of the plaques nearest him and walked back over to the shelf. "Might have to start wearing my scarf inside." His head snapped around and he peered into the corner of the room...but must have just been the way the light had reflected off one of the trophies.
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The fourth year calmly nodded to Josh. “Don’t worry about it. I didn’t think you actually did it unless you were super mad at the Headmaster or another staff member.” Still, it was rather curious as to what really happened here… But Josh could be right. Peeves was a good guess. But it turned out that they all had felt that chill. Okay, so Claudine was feeling a little paranoid now because based on her experience, strange things always happened at Hogwarts. “Let’s just fix this room up and head on our way, shall we? I don’t want to catch a cold and if we all pitch in, we can get this done in no time.’’
Claudine followed Josh’s lead in getting things done, hoping Avalon, Violet and Mamie would get in the fun. She opted for a trophy, having now noticed it close to where she had planted her feet. The metal was slightly colder than usual and Claudine had no doubt that this was because of the sudden chill that they had all felt.
“Let’s just fix this room up and head on our way, shall we? I don’t want to catch a cold and if we all pitch in, we can get this done in no time.’’
Yes, Violet had already started picking up things, she didn't need this fourth year telling her what to do all the time. Sheesh, at 14, she was probably only about a year younger than her, after all.
Hmmmm, Peeves, she mused as she looked at the slightly bent handle of the trophy she was holding and cautiously bent it back into shape with her hand. It could have been him, she supposed, though for some reason the atmosphere just seemed a little eerier than that usually caused by the school poltergeist.
She sighed a little as she put the trophy--you could really hardly tell it had been bent now unless you really looked--back on the shelf she thought it belonged on. She could probably forget about getting to read that letter now, at least for a while. Why were there always so many people milling around Hogwarts when you wanted to be alone?
Mamie frowned and picked up the trophy she had dropped. Violet had a good point, maybe this was more than somebody who just wanted to make a mess. That, or it was somebody who reeeeally wanted to make a mess. Like maybe Peeves, she supposed. She shuffled with the trophy over to the closest shelf, easing the trophy onto the shelf. She heaved a sigh of relief at not having to hold the heavy trophy anymore. Probably she should pick up something smaller next.
"Violet," she said as she reached up to straighten a banner, "Where-oof-where else did you see rooms all askew?" Maybe if they marked all the messes on a map, they could find a pattern or something. Or should they tell a professor? Just in case it wasn't Peeves?
"Violet," she said as she reached up to straighten a banner, "Where-oof-where else did you see rooms all askew?"
Violet thought back over the past few days as she reached down to pick up another trophy--hmm, Gobstones Tournament, did they have teams for that here? she'd have to check. "Well.....for one thing.....did you look in the Charms Classroom recently? When we went in for class, it looked like bomb hit it." And Headmaster Trent had been there and was in a very bad mood. In fact, now that Violet thought of it, there had been a lot of people in bad moods lately. "And Muggle Studies--I mean, I guess the students messed up that classroom, but it did wind up an awful, chaotic mess--and everyone was fighting and shouting at each other." Even worse than your usual class.
"And that's another thing--people at Hogwarts seem to be in really bad moods lately--ready to fight with each other and get offended over the least little thing. In fact, I myself felt really annoyed when I first came in this room, when Avalon seemed to think I'd had something to do with this. Just for a moment I was really angry--and yet it wasn't an unreasonable assumption, I had been wondering the same thing about other students when I got here. And I'm not usually quick-tempered." Violet remembered how pleasant and peaceful it had seemed out at the Great Lake. "I was out at the Great Lake earlier and everyone there seemed fine--I mean, a few kids nearly got stepped on, but no one got mad about it, everyone was getting along fine. It just seems to be inside the castle that people are unusually cranky."
Avalon felt a chill up her spine as she placed another trophy back on the shelf. Now that Claudine and Josh mentioned it, the room did feel colder. "Agreed. Let's fix things up and get out of here." No use in hanging around longer than they needed to, and she really didn't feel like dealing with Peeves if he came back to check on his mess.
The Prefect listened curiously to Violet's speculation as she dusted off a few more plaques. "That's an interesting observation, Violet," Avalon said, thinking back over the past few weeks. To be perfectly honest, she didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. It was Hogwarts. Weird stuff happened all the time. And of course, Headmaster Trent was always in a foul mood. That was nothing new. But she had been very preoccupied with studying for OWLs lately. Perhaps Avalon hadn't been as observant as she should be.
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Claudine would have been highly amused if she had known what Violet was thinking. She probably would have scoffed in the second year’s face too for it wasn’t as though she was bullying anyone into fixing the Room. As it was, she could not so the Snakette went around straightening and righting as many artefacts that she could without rushing. At times she would even use the basic Cleaning charm to do away with any dust.
As she worked, Claudine listened keenly to Violet’s words but said nothing. She too thought that there was something in the air that made some, or rather one person- Trent, aggressive. That or the man was losing his marbles. Whatever the case, just thinking about him was making her head ache. So, she stayed silent while continuing to work.
Mamie straightened the last few wall hangings and moved on to attempt polishing one of the trophies with a corner of her robes. She frowned as she listened to Violet's observations. It was almost like gears were turning in her head. She herself hadn't noticed anything weird, but...she also had never known any of these professors until this year. So she'd have to take the older students' word for it if they were acting out of character.
But as it was, she thought the Trophy Room was starting to look closer to normal. "Do-do you think this is good enough?" she asked the group as a whole. She'd only been in here once, maybe twice, before. She figured as long as nothing was on the floor anymore, they'd be good to go. And maybe pretend this never happened...unless it happened again.
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He couldn't help but chuckle. "I don't think any of them could do something to me to make me that spiteful. I mean...I didn't even want to get back at my dormmates for the Tentacle Boy and apple pie posters they plastered all around Hogwarts my fourth year." And THAT was saying something. Trust the babbling sixth year. It had been a series of very unfortunate events and he still wasn't living any of it down buuuuuuut it had all mostly blown over from what he could tell. Everyone on to the next mortifying instant of being a teenager. Business as usual.
Shrugging off whatever it was he thought he had seen, Josh tightened his robs around his neck and easily ignored the chill. He had felt colder things while skating on frozen lakes back in Boston. Plus, it was easier to not think about being cold or whatever when you had a job to do and he was pretty focused. Focused but not entirely tuning out the rest of the conversation around him. "I think...you're overthinking things, Violet," he tried to assure the younger Slytherin. "I mean...the only person who has seemed crankier than usual to me is the headmaster. But can you blame the man? This entire school disappeared for half a year because of that storm and that HAD to be super stressful. Can only imagine all the owls and howlers from parents and people. Probably still getting them." And he knew how much a constant stream of owls bearing "suggestions" could feel. He had a whole stack of them by his bedside to sort through still. Thanks, Pops.
But anyway. Josh was not about conspiracy theories or otherwise going out of his way to look for things wrong. At least not in this context.
"Looks good to me, Mamie," he smiled over at the Hufflepuff. He was done with his section as well and, er, if there was anything out of place he figured that the house elves would tend to it anyway. "Skiving Snackbox. I gotta go. Have a tutoring meeting. I'll...uh...catch you guys later?" He peered towards the same corner he had earlier and, upon seeing nothing, shrugged his shoulders and started to head out.
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"Do-do you think this is good enough?" she asked the group as a whole.
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"Looks good to me, Mamie," he smiled over at the Hufflepuff. Skiving Snackbox. I gotta go. Have a tutoring meeting. I'll...uh...catch you guys later?"
Violet had been about to answer Mamie when the older boy spoke first. You know, Josh really was a nice boy--Violet had thought it was just for show when she first met him in Herbology, but now that she'd seen him in a few other classes, she was pretty sure her was genuine--just a really nice person. It was a shame she had gotten so cynical that she could hardly believe in those anymore.
"Yeah, Mamie, it looks great! Good job!" Well, it looked at least about as good as it had before--Violet guessed, she didn't come down here that often. And she didn't care what the other students thought of the Headmaster, he had been acting more erratic and irritable than usual--even for him. And that Charms classroom--it wasn't just a few trophies and scrolls thrown around, there had been furniture--desks and chairs and stuff, all piled on top of each other. Violet didn't believe students could have done that--not without being seen, anyway. Some of it was to heavy for the younger students to even lift. Something very odd was definitely going on at Hogwarts (again, her inner voice said).
But hey--if Josh was leaving, Violet figured she would, too--the room looked pretty much back together and anyway, Violet didn't want to hang around any more in case whatever was causing this disruption came back again. Besides, she still needed to find a place to read her letter. "Hey, Josh is right, I think the room looks about as good as it ever has. I...I have something I need to do. I'll see you later." And she headed down to her Common Room, hoping to find a quiet spot to read.
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
“I agree with you, Josh. I’ve observed the same about Trent.’’ Quite frankly, the man’s behaviour was irritating her. But this was all she would say on the topic of the Headmaster as she wasn’t in complete agreement with the rest of the Gryffindor’s words. Whatever the reason, Trent had no right to carry on in the way he was currently.
Claudine thought that the group was making good progress with getting things back to normal. Oddly enough Mamie seemed to be wondering Claudine’s thoughts out aloud. The older girl studied the Hufflepuff’s efforts. “I think that’s great.”Anyway.
Oh. Those two were leaving already? Claudine didn’t mind. That only meant more quiet time for her here in the Trophy Room. “See you around,’’ she called to Josh and Violet.
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