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DaniDiNardo · 02-22-2021, 01:59 PM

You're not on the ground floor, not in the basement and in fact not in the upper corridors of the dungeon either. No, this room is buried deep down in the castle, beyond Merlin's eye if you will. So far down, you hear no sounds, not even the scampering of rats.

This room has been magically extended to fit the brood that will be locked away ~~and forgotten~~ and left intentionally bare besides.

Guards are posted outside the room, changing at irregular intervals. Others guard the rooms on either side of this one to prevent any bright ideas...not that any are expected. At this point, if the students haven't learned better, they will earn themselves a one way ticket to the other side. Free of cost, first class, red eye flight and everything.

Welcome to your new life, you have some of your classmates to thank for that, and some of you have your family.

Throughout this room, you are plagued with the feeling you are being watched. It's an eerie feeling you can't shake...except maybe in the corners.

This is how this works:

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Students will be taken out twice a day for sunlight and fresh air. This will always be supervised (a little like when you have to take your cruppy for a walk) and will occur at 12pm then at 4 pm.

Meals will be had IN this room. All meals, no exceptions. The Great Hall needs the extra space anyway.

Students will be escorted to and from lessons. Guards will collect them and usher them from class to class. At the end of the last class--and during meal times--they will be taken back to the room. Running is not encouraged but if you're that tired of being here, understand the Headmaster is doubly so and will happily oblige.

Bathroom trips will be done in monitored groups. These will be at regular intervals so you'd best hold it until the next trip. Bath times are separate and will be monitored differently.

The door is guarded day and night, as are the rooms on either side. Guards are not posted IN the room itself.

Wands are collected and returned upon entering and leaving the rooms (where they are collected about returning and given back upon leaving for classes--not for walks).

OOC: If you wish to play your students out during one of the "walks", please understand you MUST assume they are being supervised and on time constraints. They wouldn't be allowed free roam but wouldn't be stopped from talking with peers depending on the subject matter. The alliance is always watching.

If you would like to know if your charrie would be on this list: reported troublemakers (this would’ve had to be played in the field trip thread and not assumed), and those with muggle heritage (muggleborn, one muggle parent or possessing a muggle grandparent, nothing further back than grandparents) are the ones who have been taken in. If you want to assume your charrie kicked up a fuss and got thrown in here, you must run it by me (DaniDiNardo) first, as depending on what you say they did, they may get a different punishment entirely.

MadAlice · 03-19-2021, 11:13 PM

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Originally Posted by Lissy Longbottom

Wordlessly stunning a few of the goons - most had run off to deal with the commotion at the gates, she assumed - they were able to get the upper hand quickly. If only they'd had an opportunity like this earlier in the term! Wrestling the rest of the wands Neva hadn't grabbed out of the grip of one of the last goons to fall (and earning a swift punch in her eye, which would probably be all bruised later) she hurried in once he was down, trailing behind the two of her colleagues, holding out the rest of the wands.

"Come along, no time to waste!" she hissed at them, her hands shaking slightly as she began to pass them back to their owners. There was a war going on!!

Violet had been about to try to organize a group story game, just to raise morale (and maybe give her a chance to do some verbal story writing, at least). But before she had a chance to try to gather any fellow students, everything seemed to erupt in action at once. Suddenly Professor Recard was there, wrestling with one of the robed figures (and getting a serious shiner in the process--she could probably use some bruise-be-gone salve, but there was no time for that right now).

And she had wands--their wands!! Violet could hardly wait her turn to grab her beloved mahogany wand out of Recard's hand--it had never felt so good against her palm. And now they were busting out of here! With her magpie gone and her journal burnt, Violet's wand was the only thing she had that she cared about, so she left the rest of her possessions behind in the Room without a backward glance.

Waddles · 03-19-2021, 11:44 PM

Sitting on the floor had gotten old very quickly, so Mamie had actually been laying on her back, eyes closed, definitely NOT napping. She heard the door burst open and rolled over, climbing up to sit on her knees. Had someone else been relegated to live in the room?

But that wasn't a Hood or one of the scary guards coming through that door.

It was Professor Peralta!!

And Schmoe and Recard, too!!! Mamie climbed to her feet as the professors started handing out wands. She hurried over to Peralta to retrieve her wand, no questions asked. She wasn't going to wonder why she was getting her wand back. It was hers. "Thank you," she said quietly. She tried to be grateful they were getting their wands back, but...why now? Why hadn't the professors busted them out months ago?

She hesitated before leaving, because she didn't want to go wandering and get found by any of the other Inquistorial Squad people. Were they even really allowed to leave? Could they go back to their common rooms? "Wh-where do we go?" she asked.

Cassirin · 03-19-2021, 11:53 PM

It felt like a TRAP, honestly, these professors bursting in here and offering them freedom, and Phoebe hung back for a long moment. What if someone stepped forward and ended up getting disappeared? Like Kale?

But these were the only professors she trusted. Le Professeur Recard, good ol' Schmoe... Phoebe wiped messy tears before they had a chance to fall and stepped forward for her wand. "Really and truly? It's safe?" Could she hug them? She really wanted to hug them. All of them. The professors and the other students and her sister... WHERE WAS HER SISTER?

"What's that? What's going on outside? Is it... them?" Like were they being set free to run for their lives?

FearlessLeader19 · 03-20-2021, 12:03 AM

Given all the extra time they Rommies had, Claudine had managed to finish whatever homework that had been outstanding and get started on a sketch. She sat there feeling sad for Ashley and Minjae, wishing they were there. Unfortunately they were not. Unfortunately the remainder of them were stuck-

What was going on?

Professors!

Claudine stared for about five seconds, hardly daring to believe her eyes, before jumping to her feet to collect her wand from Peralta. “Thank you,’’ she said hoarsely, her mind full of questions. How? What next? What became of Rosier and the Hoods?

Fireheart · 03-20-2021, 12:57 AM

Shreya had been hovering around the tiny window, standing on her tiptoes and trying to catch a glimpse into the depths of the Black Lake. It had become somewhat of a daily ritual for her. A small part of her wondered if someday she would see something. Like merpeople. Or fish. Or just some semblance of the outside world.

At the commotion outside the room, she tore her eyes away, briskly moving toward the door as her heart pounded with anticipation...and a bit of fear. What now? Were they bringing a new prisoner to join them? Perhaps another one of her colleagues had gotten in trouble. (She had her bets on Cassie.) Or maybe Rosier had thought up a new way to torture them. Either way, it made Shreya uneasy. She looked hesitantly at William, at this point extremely grateful to have another adult in the room.

But it wasn't Rosier. Or the Inquisitorial Squad. It was, however, fellow professors. Shreya blinked a few times, confused. If Finneas, Neva, and Gabi were all here, that must mean either something incredibly great or incredibly bad had happened, right? Either way, the sight of her colleagues looking relatively unharmed brought a smile to her face. Could she hug them? She wanted to hug them. "Oh, thank Merlin you're here," she breathed, taking her wand gingerly. "The rest of the students....are they okay?" she whispered. Whatever was going on in the castle, she wasn't sure—but all she wanted to know was that the rest of the kids were safe. Then they could make a plan.

Avalon had been drawing swirls on a spare piece of parchment when all the excitement happened. Thank goodness they were still allowed to have their school supplies, or else she would have gone truly insane. Although the Ravenclaw no longer had the inspiration or motivation to sketch out her fashion designs, she passed the time by doodling. She was about halfway down the roll when the door banged open, revealing none other than Professor Schmoe, Professor Peralta, and Healer Recard.

She dropped all of her things, springing to her feet and rushing toward them. Oh, Merlin, was she happy to see them. Had they really succeeded at defeating the Headmaster? And all the hoods? How else would they have gotten down here? She really needed to be filled in, but right now, all she cared about was her wand. Avalon grabbed it excitedly. Joining in the chorus of students asking what was happening. "Professors....what's going on?"

nicole black · 03-20-2021, 01:22 AM

It was very sudden. The bangs outside. The yelps of pain. The knocked down door. Professor Schmoe, Paralta and Recard were standing triumphant, wands in hand and a steely determination shining across their pale faces.

Yoyo did not share the excitement nor the relief of her fellow hostages. She was angry, and she looked to Paralta with derision as the Professor smilingly offered their stolen wands. How dare they should up now, now when they were all so miserably sure this was their new normal- now after Kale, Moose and Minjae had been taken away for ages, and ages.

Now, when they could act as heroes.

Her heart hurt. She took her wand, her much thinner and paler hand wrapping around the familiar handle with a vice grip. No one would ever take magic away from her again. "What's happening?" She simply asked, echoing PB's more manic words. If this was the beginning of a fight, Yoyo was ready.

AlwaysSnapesGirl · 03-20-2021, 02:10 AM

One moment Ivy was doodling in the margins of her History of Magic textbook, trying to distract herself from all the thoughts that raged in her mind...the next, there were shouts outside of the door to the room. She paused, tense, as she listened... What was going on? Were they bringing even more students in or were they...

She didn't have to question long though because the door burst open, and there stood Professors Peralta, Schmoe, and Recard. With their wands. And telling them to get out of here?

Ivy was more than eager to do so, tossing the textbook aside and grabbing her wand, but she was also as confused as the other students. She wouldn't add to the repeated questions, but her head was buzzing with them all the same. What was going on? Were they escaping? What had happened to the hooded creeps? To Rosier? Was he finally gone?

ArianaBlack · 03-20-2021, 03:25 AM

The first of the stunning spells happened quickly and were met with some resistance. Fortunately, what Finneas lacked in social skills, he made up for with magic. Only then, once the guards were taken care of, he follow Neva's lead in retrieving the stolen wands - pocketing those that belonged to the guards themselves and grabbing ones that likely belonged to students.

Stepping inside after Neva and Gabi, Finneas began passing out wands as well. He tried not to take notice of how crammed the living space was. How miserable it must have been. How horrible he felt for the kids. His heart was slowly sinking, still, for those who were not present and should have been. For Ms. Fox. For Mr. Yoon. For Mr. Trent. For Mr. Stover. All students that had a very special place in Finneas’ heart for some reason or another. One for her zeal. Another for his heart. One for his love of glitter and resolve for good. One for his determined growth.

The guilt weighed down on him as he continued to pass the wands out, only coming back into the present moment when he heard the influx of hurried questions. ”Attention, everyone, please errrrr. Please settle down.” He was never any good with this authority thing, did they know? His voice was shaky (his limbs even shakier) as he addressed those in the group. ”There's not a lot of time. Help is here. We are going to get out. But we, er, we mustn’t let our guards down.” Did they understand? There were still threats very much at play. Finneas' face said it all. There was hope, but there was plenty of fear present as well. ”There is a battle afoot,” he paused, looking at Neva and Gabi with hope that one of them would take over. Finneas was no good at public speaking, certainly not under such pressure.

”Most of you will be taken to a safe room, further up in the castle, those of you old enough to fight… We cannot stop you, but you, er, please be careful.” He paused, turning to his colleagues with a sense of urgency. ”I-I need to head to the towers,” his Ravenclaws and the Gryffindors were still there. He trusted Gabi would go retrieve the Slytherins. Again he turned to the students. ”Listen to your professors, they will tell you what to do next. They will lead you to safety. Follow their instructions. Be careful.”

And with that, he nodded firmly and made his way out of the room in a hurry. He trusted his colleagues to give further instruction. He tripped over his feet, as he began to run.

NiallNIP · 03-20-2021, 04:34 AM

Quinn had a funny feeling that those of you old enough to fight did not include him. Quinn was smart—Ravenclaws tended to be—so he knew there was definitely only so much he would be able to contribute magic-wise. But frontlines fighting wasn't really his thing, anyway. Quinn was a much better thinker—in Bernie's words, a strategist (but she hadn't said that to him, so he wouldn't know)—so, he got busy strategizing.

What was Quinn good at? Easy, plants.

How could he use plants in a battle with terrorists?

Quinn's mind made quick work of this question. Puffapods—the seed pods, specifically. Hopefully there were lots, but Quinn hadn't checked recently. But, if he could do what he wanted to do, he could contribute without actually engaging with the fight. However.... he would need to escape from the teachers. Or somehow convince them to let him help. The former was more risky, but the latter had a lower likelihood of actually working. And, if he failed with the latter, they would watch him like a hawk to make doubly sure he didn't try anything. So... escaping would have to work. Easier to ask for forgiveness than permission.

Gears continued to turn in Quinn's head as he waited for the teachers to start bringing them to whatever the safe room was going to be. He would need to escape somewhere on the ground floor, get out to the greenhouses, pick up the Puffapod seeds, smuggle them back into the castle, figure out where the fighting was, get somewhere high... all while avoiding absolutely everyone.

...Simple.

Watson · 03-20-2021, 04:47 AM

Noah had been sitting in a corner with his head cradled in his hands. He didn't even look up when the door opened. He half-expected Rosier to waltz right in again or one of his crazy loonies... but then he heard a voice. SCHMOE? He gaped and then quickly recovered, pretending his expression of pure surprise and shock was one of boredom or tiredness. Yes, he yawned. But then he stopped himself...

The Seventh Year quickly jumped to his feet when he saw not only Schmoe but Recard AND Peralta. WHAT. He blinked for a moment, wondering if they weren't the Professors and just some of the Hoods who had taken a Polyjuice Potion. He wished he had his wand on him...... Just in case they were the Hoods..

However, the "Professors" had their wands...So.... could they be trusted?

And then Varma arrived.... Okay... Hood "Professors" or Professor Professors? They were offering their wands to them.... And they.... He folded his arms and bit his lips, skeptical of the crowd in front of the group as he ran through multiple scenarios in his head. When he finally made his decision, he sighed and unfolded his arms. He was ready to listen. He believed them.... like a medium 58 percentage of trust.

He remained silent, listening to what Schmoe explained, focusing on the words if they could fight.. He was about to ask Schmoe a burning question that he had had... but he was gone - err - well tripping in pure Schmoe smile. Watching him go brought a fond smile to the Seventh Year's lips. However, he was still sort of upset. Why act now? Why choose now when students had been tortured? Nope... He shouldn't ask it... Nope...

But what about the students that vanished? the students that had gotten severely hurt and ended up in the hospital wing???

Don't do it.

.... He asked the question.

"Thanks...." he nodded stiffly before looking to Peralta, Recard, and Varma. He bit his lip. He should hold his tongue.. He should hold it... but he couldn't... "So a battle it is and we must go.... But... Why are you helping us now?" He needed to understand and he was hesitant of blindly trusting them or anyone outside of this room.

Kolyander · 03-20-2021, 01:53 PM

The nights had been long and the days even longer. Time had been spent in the now usual routine way, waiting for the next lesson, walk outside, meal or scheduled bath. Between those times Lia did a whole lot of reading, every single book she owned (including textbooks) and those of her siblings, friends and anyone else will to share/lend a book. All assignments were finished as soon as she got them so they wouldn't be forgotten about. The remainder of her time was spent sticking as close to her family and friends as possible, sometimes talking but mostly lost in thought.

Which just so happened to be what she was doing when there was a whole lot of banging happening. Her heart was racing in her chest for fear of the Hoods coming in to harm them. It was instantly her first thought 'What did we do wrong this time?'

Only it wasn't the Hoods. It was... Professors! And they had their wands! Dahlia wanted to jump for joy and start hugging people, they were going to be saved! Yet, she hung back, pressed against the wall beside her siblings. Blue eyes darted around quickly taking in faces and reactions.

Professors. Wands. A fi-... A FIGHT?!

Dahlia blinked several times allowing the words to sink in. A fight. A battle. Between them and the Neo-Alliance. Between good and bad. She wasn't meant to fight though? That wasn't fair... yet it was. She was a first year. Her magical knowledge definitely surpassed her magical capabilities and well... her skills were seriously lacking over the last several months. Surely there was something she could do to help out somehow?

Chewing at her bottom lip, the small Ravenclaw fell into line to get her wand back. It felt warm in her hand as her fingers closed tightly around the wand that was hers. "Thank you," she whispered with a nod of her head. Keeping a close eye on her family, as well as Tad, she went to stand near some of the other first years.

Was there a way to remain safe... yet help?

TakemetotheBurrow · 03-20-2021, 06:12 PM

"You're welcome, Miss Turov." The Charms professor continued to pass out wands as quickly as she could, moving towards Shreya as she did. "We're gathering them from the common rooms as quickly as we can and moving those too young to fight to one location," She answered quietly, falling silent as Finneas addressed the group again. Neva waited until he'd finished before reaching out to give his noodle-arm a squeeze. "Be careful too." She didn't like the idea of anyone walking the corridors alone, but they only had a limited window of time to get the kids to safety and they had to move on that, alone or not.

It was not lost on Neva that the students felt like the professors hadn't fought for them the way they should've. It was evident in the way they'd acted in class, the looks of disappointment, the disrespectful remarks. She understood, and because she did, she knew any answer she gave Mr. Nam wasn't going to be satisfactory. "All I can say is that despite what you all might think, we've always had your best interests at heart. We've been doing everything we could to keep you safe, and part of that was ensuring that we stayed in control of our classes, our positions at this school." Which meant complying. Which meant responding and not reacting. It meant patience. And none of this had been easy. None of it. "We're safe for now, but we need everyone to be alert as we move to the next location. I think it'd be best if the younger students stand in the middle of the group, older students around the outside. Let's get on that. Come on." She beckoned them forward and then looked to Gabi. The healer knew this castle, these kids, and the act of being in charge way better than she did. She hoped she'd be okay to lead the pack. "Anything else they need to know?"

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It was funny how she'd felt such anger every time she sat in class or listened to anti-muggle sentiments or thought of her missing classmates, thought of Kale. And Cece knew that the anger would be useful right now. It would've made her braver, she was sure. Maybe also a bit more reckless the way anger tended to do. But no matter how much she tried, she couldn't find it. Just like she'd lost her sunshine and her hope, the anger had subsided too. Now there was just this empty feeling where they had been. It was like participating in everything around you from behind a pane of glass and it wasn't ideal.

As the Professors gave instructions, Cece found herself scanning the room for Sammy, her friends, for Mavis. Each time she spotted one, she ticked them off in her mind. Present. Accounted for. Safe for now. She moved towards them, wanting to be close when they exited the room. Her wand was at the ready, spells she'd learned in her five years at this school swirling around in her mind. She was as ready as she'd ever be.

Charely Potter · 03-20-2021, 06:37 PM

Curtis was within his own thoughts again, merely gazing at the emptiness that enveloped the room so to speak despite other students trying to most of it. He was eternally bored and ready to just sleep when it happened.

They were busting out of here.

Curtis muttered out a 'thanks' after getting his wand back. It felt good to have it again. Fight? Curtis was out of practice other than the few times he was allowed to tend to what was left of his flowers outdoors and in class. He was in no condition to take them on... unless absolutely necessary. I could at least try to keep the kids out of the way.. yeah. Defensive spells were one of his immediate specialties. He wasn't being noble though, it was just the best way he could keep himself out of trouble. It was his last year at the school, he didn't want it to be the last year of his existence.. He nodded.

There was something he needed to do though.. was it worth the trouble? Curtis would have to see where they are lead to in order to find out.

sarahlooo · 03-20-2021, 11:38 PM

Louise hadn't felt this much adrenaline all year. Maybe even every. Despite her exhaustion from not sleeping well in this room for the last several months and the rapid decline of her mental wellbeing, when those doors bursted open and she heard what the Professors were saying.... and when she had her wand back in her hand again...

She felt like she could do anything.

It took everything in her not to bolt past the professors and go blow some Hoods up, along with Rosier and all his stupid groupies. She wanted revenge. She was angry. She wanted to fight. Merlin, she... she... really wanted her mum. Louise's green eyes lit up. There was a battle and a battle required an army. "Have people come? Do we have an army?" Was her mum here? Surely her mum would have come for her, right?

Cassirin · 03-21-2021, 12:28 AM

Phoebe DID attempt to hug Schmoe, and she moved on to attempting to hug Recard and Peralta, and honestly, she would hug every student who stepped forward to try to get their wands... if they were now armed and possibly a bit cranky about a dirty fifth year trying to hug them.

She fell back next to Cece, dropping a tight arm around Kizzy. The younger kids were going to safety, but some were allowed to fight. Fight these absolute jerks who had made Kale disappear and who broke all her fingers and who made her little sister cry. She knew it was an unbalanced fight, but she wanted to be part of it. "What do you think, Cece? I know we need to stick with the littles, but should we... would..." What if it made a difference, having them provide distraction from the inside?

ArianaBlack · 03-21-2021, 01:01 AM

Kinsay was quick to take back her wand, but aside from that she was ATTACHED to Phoebe. She liked her professors plenty, but what she was hearing was not good news. It was bad news disguised as good news. If there was a war happening, she'd much rather be holed up in the room for another few days, please. Kizzy knew maybe.... five spells in total, none of which would do her any good in a war. (Unless someone had a terrible phobia of water because aguamenti was the only one she had really mastered at this point.) It was a tough year for learning things, okay?

She chose to stay quiet, trying to absorb all the information thrown their way in the matter of only minutes. No questions from Kinsay James - for once in her life. It may have taken her all of two terms, but she was starting to learn what everyone meant by incessant.... Or maybe it was just because she was scared out of her mind. Um. It was one of those two things for sure.

Only when she heard her sister talking to Cece did Kinsay decide to say anything at all. "NO!" Her eruption was sudden. And loud. And scared. And very un-Kinsay-like. "Fifi, you can't." The tears were already building up. Even if Phoebe wasn't saying it, Kizzy KNEW what Fifi was talking about, she knew it. And if Fifi went to fight and if... and if... Kinsay couldn't lose her family. Her only sister. The best one out there. She couldn't. She couldn't. She couldn't.

Granger Danger · 03-21-2021, 01:24 AM

If wasn't for lessons and getting out twice a day to go walking and his watch he had, Tadhg would've forgotten what day of a week it was or if it was even morning or night. Days in the room felt like eternity and there was days he was looking forward to lessons so he wasn't in this dark dank and dreary room. Every thing lately seem to run as one long bad dream that was never ending. He hated this, all of this and what was worse was that this was their lives now and been this way for months now.

With a couple of loud bangs being heard a few times, Tadhg looked at Dahila with terror in his eyes, he was scared it was Rosier and his hooded minions. All he could think about was that they were done for, although he also wondered what they did now, he didn't think they did anything. His eyes peering through the darkness he sighed in relief and happy tears seeing the Professors, he couldn't believe it they were saved! Hugging Lia he couldn't believe that they were getting out of here at last!

Waiting in line for his wand, it was finally his turn as he retrieved his wand, it was like when he first gotten it all over again. He never been so happy to see his wand outside of lessons in his life, as cheesy as it was the first year snake was crying. "T...Thank you" Hearing the Professors speak he nodded his hand his eyes darkened with anger. He didn't know what he could do, but he wanted to get his revenge on Rosier and his hodded minions.

Lissy Longbottom · 03-21-2021, 02:30 AM

Gabi finished passing out the wands and listened as Finneas took the reigns and explained the situation ~~uttering more words than she'd heard him say in the entire past four years COMBINED~~ before nodding along to Neva's additions. She paused for a moment when she asked if she needed to add anything and she nodded, clearing her throat.

"All I have to say is...as we've been saying this whole term, YOU students and your safety are our priority. Now that we have help, we can finally get rid of this Alliance for good but in order to do that, you need to trust us," she told them. It was plain and simple like that. "When we tell you to do something, you do it. If we tell you to run, you RUN. We say hide, you HIDE. Reinforcements are at the gate and this is not going to be a quick takeover. There will be a fight. It will be dangerous. But we are going to do everything in our powers to keep you safe," she assured them. If that meant stepping in front of a spell for them, she knew her colleagues and herself would do it without a second thought.

"As Professor Peralta said, we're going to move you somewhere safer. The Alliance will likely be here soon to try and stop us," she added. Just a fact. So they had to move FAST. She turned to Neva and bit her lip. "I have to go to the dungeons and get the Slytherins. I can meet you up there when I'm done...but I'm also not sure if I'll be needed elsewhere," she added softly. For healing stuff, you know?

FearlessLeader19 · 03-21-2021, 04:20 PM

There was a lot of chatter going on. Claudine? Claudine wasn’t one for mindless chatter, particularly when there were so many persons around. She just stood there and listened to it all but mostly, she was with Avalon: what was going on? There was still some amount of confusion though the fact that the Roomies were being rescued had sunk in.

Dark eyes drifted to Schmoe. It warmed her heart to see him there doing his best for them; to see him much more confident. Both of Claudine’s eyebrows arched. A battle? That made sense. Rosier and Co. would not give up power without a fight. Naturally, she wanted to fight. With Schmoe gone, her attention diverted to the Reccard and Peralta but mainly Reccard since the woman seemed to be ready for action.

“Professor Reccard? I’d like to come with you to the dungeons.’’ Her gaze never wavered from her Head of House’s face. Claudine didn’t just want to wait around doing nothing. And there were Slytherins she genuinely cared about still in their Common Room.

DaniDiNardo · 03-21-2021, 04:41 PM

Emmerson had heard the explosion. It was muffled and sorta hard to really...decipher what it could be so she hadn't thought much of it--until the door burst open and professors started handing out wands.

Wands, and fighting and what she was now sure was not just a loud noise in the distance. She didn't care to question the Professors like Noah did. Her wand was now in her hand and they were getting out of here. Like Louise, Emmerson started thinking maybe others had finally come. Reinforcements maybe.

THAT COULD MEAN HER MAMA!!!

The little girl dared not hope too hard but she was now clinging to the small shred of hope...and Kizzy. She was clinging to Kizzy, too. In fact, it was the bestfriend's protests that brought her back to the present and the situation and her older friends trying to die because they clearly hadn't made enough attempts during the term so far.

There was a sad sort of resolve settling in the Gryffindor. They were probably going to die too and her world would keep getting smaller and suddenly this rescue didn't make her so happy. Just...incredibly sad.

Emm didn't protest. She silently stood there waiting for the next move.

Watson · 03-21-2021, 04:58 PM

Noah nodded. Yes, the answer was unsatisfactory but had he been surprised? Not at all.... He had a feeling that was going to be the answer- comply to survive. That’s what they had all been doing but still.... the violence... the... He hushed the thoughts in his mind.

It made perfect sense and it was probably a stupid thing to stand up against unfavorable odds. He, too, had felt conflicted throughout the year and felt guilty for not voicing his opinions when he should have but... he, too, had been terrified. And he felt guilty about not doing such a thing..... “I understand.. Thanks,” he said, giving Professor Peralta a small smile. He appreciated the honesty. He was good with his questions for now.

With wand back in his hand, he listened to Recard reinforce the message and add on more detail. They had to trust them. And they had to get moving like NOWz He nodded in agreement thrice.. He would have to trust them- they all would. If it were a war... the chance of survival was better together... The young ones would need to be in the middle of the group to keep safe... He moved to the outside of the group, ready for whatever happened next. “Ready.” Noah was ready to find wherever his mate had disappeared to.

TakemetotheBurrow · 03-21-2021, 06:02 PM

Cece was half listening as Phoebe spoke and the blonde glanced at her best friend, only connecting the dots when Kizzy's scared voice rang out in protest. She glanced from the younger girl to her big sister, not knowing what the right thing was. She wasn't in the place to make solid choices, didn't Feebs know? "I don't know how much help I'll be, but I won't let you go fight alone," She decided in the end. If Phoebe was resolved to find some way to push back, Cece would do her best to assist. She had to. She couldn't protect Kale, but maybe she could protect Phoebe.

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Neva nodded to Gabi, knowing full well that she'd be needing all her healer training during this. She tried not dwell on the inevitability of injuries, though. She couldn't afford to focus on that.

She could hear it more clearly now, the chaos outside. They were out of time for questions and explanations. They were moving now.

"Listen up! We're moving to one of the spare office's on the sixth floor. The other students will join us there as soon as they've been gathered from the common rooms. We'll fortify the room once everyone is in. We're going to work together to keep ourselves safe." That was the plan. The only plan. Keep these kids safe. "Older students, if you feel you're capable of joining this fight, I cannot stop you. It is your choice and yours alone, but I need you to know that these people won't hesitate to strike you down. This is real and it's dangerous out there and I need you to acknowledge that before you make your choice." She looked around at them, the fifth, sixth and seventh years. Took in their faces. She didn't know that they were up for this after everything they'd been through, but it wasn't for her to decide. "Shield charms as we move up through the castle, alright? Stay together. Keep quiet and keep moving no matter what. Don't stop until you're inside that room. Wands at the ready, everyone. Let's go." And with that, Neva lead the group of students out into the corridor after checking to make sure their immediate path was clear.

OOC: Alright friends, students are being moved to this thread where they're going to be kept during the battle. Please remember this thread is for staff and student charries only. You can post your charrie arriving there as if Neva has lead them up through the castle. Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh years have been given the option to fight, so please know that if you choose to throw your older student into battle, that's completely up to you. For those playing younger students, we can't stop you from having your child slip away from the group going to the safe room, but please be realistic about them facing off against the neo-alliance and what dangers that would pose to them!

Thank you guys for sticking with this!

MadMadamMalfoy · 03-21-2021, 08:39 PM

Heath's first thought upon hearing the commotion was that the professors were rounding them up to die, and he instinctively sidled over to Claudine. If they wanted her, they'd have to take him too! He blinked, taken aback as one of the professors handed him his wand and nodded his thanks. Half-expecting that it could be taken back at any moment, his grip instinctively tightened around his wand until his knuckles turned white. Now that he had it back, he would never allow himself to be wandless again!

All he could do was listen in stunned silence as the professors explained what was happening. He wasn't sure what to believe! Certainly not that they had acted in the students' best interests all along. In what way was it in their best interest to be abandoned to this room for months on end?! But he didn't voice his question for two reasons. There was nothing they could say to justify their inaction, and more importantly, fighting each other was wasting time that could be better spent fighting Rosier.

The news of impending war was the one thing they said that Heath did believe. If it wasn't true, they would've just left the students alone to rot in this room. So yes, he would do what they said, but not because he trusted them. The only professors left that he trusted were the two who'd been locked in The Room with them!

He contemplated the possibility of fighting and of potentially dying, weighing his options. All his life, he’d gone out of his way to avoid conflict, but now doing that seemed wrong. He tried that nearly all term, and it didn’t accomplish anything. He was done bowing down to Rosier and all the other zealots who would never see him for anything but his blood status, no matter what he did to placate them! He wanted to make them pay for the suffering they caused. Conflict was the only option.

If his mind wasn’t already made up, Claudine’s words cemented his decision. “Then I’m coming too,” he said, nodding emphatically. A look of fierce determination burned in his dark eyes, one that said it was useless to argue with him. Looking back at her, he whispered, “Whatever happens, I’m not leaving you.”

Cassirin · 03-22-2021, 12:42 AM

Much as it physically hurt Phoebe to know that she was turning her back on a fight she very much wanted to have, she couldn't say no to Kizzy. She couldn't let her sister make her way through the castle alone, or sit and wonder whether they were alive or well out there in the fight. If there were adults storming the castle, then their parents were out there - Kizzy had to know that too, and she couldn't spend the night worrying about her whole family.

And honestly, if Phoebe and Cece weren't there, chances were HIGH that Kizzy and Emm would find their way out of the safe room.

"We're sticking with the littles." Her eyes begged Cece to tell her it wasn't the cowardly thing to do. "Let's go, Kiz. Cooper. Everyone. We're free!"

AlwaysSnapesGirl · 03-22-2021, 01:03 AM

Ivy wouldn't have said no to a Phoebe hug, but there was a lot going on, so maybe no time for hugs right now. Because there was a fight going on. Reinforcements. People. Her mum. She was sure of it.

It was frustrating, though, being told that they were going up to a safe room somewhere else in the castle. 'Course, maybe it was too dangerous to get everyone out but also...also it was frustrating that she wasn't being allowed to fight. Logically, it made sense, but it just... After so many months of being mentally beat down and trying to comply and still being beat down... Now that it was time to fight? She wanted to fight. She was fourteen now! She wasn't a child!

But she also knew her mother would be less than pleased, to put it mildly, if she chose now of all times to be reckless so...

...

...following with the group. Fine.

Glancing around at her friends, she took a spot among the group, wand ready, and followed Professor Peralta out.

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