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Shadow Event Log

WHO: Everyone, affected and not
TONE: Ranging from paranoid to angry
RATING: PG to PG-13
WHEN: After the memorial on October 31st through November 2nd.
WHERE: Hogwarts
WHAT: Those who have passed too near to a certain goblet may find themselves haunted by whispers of their unconscious insecurities. From themselves.
STATUS: ONGOING
NOTE: Details for the event are here, feel free to use the log for the whole event

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[No rest for the weary. A day after he had met Sherlock and the Ravenclaw's double, Greg was hoping for a return to normalcy, far away from all the self-depreciating clones that had appeared in the castle. He's starting to suspect that if Sherlock had one that had put him in such a bad mood, than there must be other clones around that were running the original down. True that he couldn't see any one else's but Sherlock's, but at this point it is a plausible reason for the spike in bad moods and outbursts in the castle.

Just as he took the first step into the dining hall, he heard the slam on the table and the raised voice of someone who usually kept his cool even under heated situations. With a sinking heart, he noted the inclusion of an extra face at the Hufflepuff table, sitting next to John.]

Damn it...

[Not John too...he immediately stormed over to the table, one angry scowl painted across his face and directed at the smirking clone.]

Piss off and leave John alone!

Edited 2012-11-03 06:25 (UTC)

[Greg can see the thing? Nobody else today had seemed able to see it; John isn't sure if he should feel relieved or even more wary of this turn of events.]

Oh look, John, it's one of the people you abandoned. You know he didn't trust you enough to tell you the truth, Greg.

Greg, don't. Just... just leave it. All it's doing is speaking a load of bollocks.

That's not what you were saying a second ago. You lie so easily.

[Sticks and stones may break his bones, but words will never hurt. Sentiments do though, but the only sign that the shade's words had affected him was his narrowed eyes and angry glower he threw at the imitation of his friend before he turned back to John.]

I'll leave it when it's stopped bothering you. What the hell is up with these things!?

What does it say about you that you open up to a complete stranger over someone who was once such a close friend? Nothing flattering, I bet.

[John sighs and runs a shaking hand over his face, trying to regain some composure.]

I- I don't know. Things? There are others?

[Greg takes a seat next to him and pointedly ignores the shade, despite how a few of his own buttons were being pushed.]

Someone else had one; I saw it yesterday. It looked exactly like him; had the same face, voice, clothes, and was just as bloody irritating as this bastard here.

Ha, completely ordinary even in extraordinary circumstances.

[John tries to focus on Greg's presence to keep his attention from the shade, but it's difficult. He can't help but wonder how much truth is in the awful thing's words.]

Yeah, no, that's... reassuring, I suppose. That I'm not just going crazy. Though it's a shame others have the same problem. God, you haven't got one, have you? This... thing... wasn't visible at first.

No I don't, but I think there's more of them around. Some of the other Puffs were jumpy and on edge ever since the memorial. I thought it was just because of it, but then I saw Sh-, I mean, I saw one of those things yesterday and it was doing exactly the same thing; going around attacking the person it looked like.

Maybe you should go to the Healing Ward John. Maybe the Healers can help.

I guess you want to respect their privacy and not name names, huh? Good. Are they doing any better - whoever they are?

And... I'm fine. What would I even say - "There's a ghost-thing of me and it's being a huge arsehole"? It'll probably clear up on its own. These things usually do. I can put up with it until then.

Because you don't want to go back to St. Mungo's, do you? They were so hesitant to let you out the last time, weren't they?

I dunno. They weren't...really in a good state last I saw them.

[That last tidbit of information was a bit too personal for Greg's liking, but snapping at the shades don't seem to work. Still, an eyebrow twitched despite his best attempts at playing calm.]

You think it's the castle again? Messing with our heads.

Oh. Well. I understand why.

I don't know if it's the castle. But... I don't think so. It feels much, much darker than anything it's ever thrown at us.

And you'd know aaaaaall about that, wouldn't you? About half an hour of continuous dark magic tearing through your nerve-endings makes one an old pro.

For the love of God will you just fu-

[He caught himself just before the word come out entirely from his mouth. Taking a deep breath, he composed himself, hands covering his face as he mumbled through his fingers.]

Dear God, it's not even my copy and it's driving me up the wall. If it's not the castle than we should really speak to a professor or a Healer. Maybe it's something we haven't learned about, some sort of, I dunno, a Dark Boggart.

If this kind of thing is hitting other people, I wouldn't be surprised if it's got the professors too. But if not, letting them know is a pretty good idea. Whatever it is, it's bad. Worse than any Boggart I've ever heard of.

Because Boggarts are fakes and all I've done is tell the truth.

You think a Riddikulus charm would work?

[With that, Greg pulled out his wand and pointed it at the shade, focusing hard at imagining the potential Boggart in some funny atire.]

Riddikulus!

[To no avail, of course. The shade was still there.]

[The shade just laughed and laughed.]

Thank you for trying anyway, Greg.

[The shade's laughter finally subsided a bit, but it chuckled as it spoke.]

Maybe you ought to start considering if the Purebloods have a point about Muggleborns being worse at magic. Pretty ridiculous indeed.

[He clenched his jaw, but said nothing towards the shade as he pocketed his wand.]

I think your best bet would be to find a professor.

Yeah. Probably. No way I'll be able to get any breakfast down while this is going on, so I'll keep an eye out for one of the DADA professors. Once again, Greg, thanks for trying.

[He stood up, leaning on his cane a bit awkwardly, not facing Greg.]

And... I'm sorry I didn't tell you all this stuff directly, instead of having to hear it through Sherlock Holmes' deductions and this bloody shade.

It's fine John, there's-

[Welp. That was that big elephant in the room. Awkwardly, he looked somewhere else too, rubbing the back of his neck and keeping his voice down low, partly to save John some embarrassment from him shade, and partly because of how unsure he was about the whole thing.]

Well. It's...it's not really your fault, John. I, err...it's, well, your choice if you want to share about what happened. I don't blame you. At all.

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sorry for such a late tag, it got lost in my inbox

No worries, I'm pretty late myself. OTL