Shadow Event Log

[shnpc]

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

Comments

[rule_britannia]

[Apparently the shadow knows much less about him than it does about Roderich. He's not annoyed about being asked to help, despite knowing very well that his friend could speak to both members of staff himself, but more ground could be covered far more quickly with two people, and it would bring a quicker end to this if they worked together. Teamwork might not have been the first thing that people thought of when they thought of Slytherin but Arthur wasn't stupid, he knew such things had their benefits.

He listens silently as the shadow continues to speak. Some of what he hears he knows, some he doesn't, but very little of it comes as a surprise to him, save for the last of it. But then, Roderich was a teenager, so why shouldn't he feel that way towards a girl, even if he never spoke of it? It isn't something that Arthur is going to judge him on, in any case.

When the book goes sailing past him, he slants his gaze over to the other boy, one eyebrow faintly quirked.]

I do hope that wasn't a threat.

[He speaks softly, moving to pick up the book, giving a quick glance around for any irate librarians. Only when he's placed it down on the table does he speak again.]

Go and speak to Ms. Maryam. I will see Professor Vantas. In the meantime.. do try to ignore this.. thing. Throwing books across rooms doesn't suit you.

[edle_gestalt]

[Roderich is... relieved, at least, to see that Arthur isn't commenting on any of this.] ... I don't feel there needs to be a threat.

[There's sweat on his brow and he looks to be in dire need of rest.] I... I know it doesn't, I'm... sorry. I'm just -- terrified of who else can hear this. I don't want to parade it around for all to hear.

[Coward.]

...I'll go, I'll go.

[He gathers his books, on his way to find Ms. Maryam.

Quietly:] Thank you.

[rule_britannia]

[He might comment on it later, when everything is resolved, but not yet. Arthur nods once, and as Roderich passes him, grips the boy's shoulder, speaking quietly in response.]

You're welcome.

[A small smile.]

And don't panic. I have your back on this, Roderich. We're friends, alright?

[edle_gestalt]

[He pauses, nodding. The grip on his shoulder was a bit of a shock, with him being finally set on getting help. But the words that followed were a huge comfort to him, and really all he wanted to hear at the moment, even if he didn't realize it himself.

The shadow laughs. Such a sentimental little twerp, no matter how you try to hide it. Roderich rolls his eyes; it's the one comment from the thing that's almost made him laugh.]

I know we are.

[And with that, he heads off.]