Shadow Event Log

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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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[hethrewabombatme]

[He gives his friend's arm a light nudge.]

Fucked up, did you?

[Gilgamesh chuckles, and puts an arm around John, turning him away from the shadow and steering him off up the hallway.]

So you messed up. The best thing you can do is admit it to yourself even if you don't say it to anyone else, because it's not going to go away.

[fuckmackandme]

[See? Listen to the cool prankster, he's talking some real talk!]

Ugh...

[He presses the heels of his hands to his eyes, trying to hold back tears.]

I don't even know why it had to happen... One stupid day where weird stuff was happening and I had a stupid, huge urge to kiss Dave and it all went down from there. You're right. I fucked up. I hurt Dave.

[He takes a deep breath and removes his hands from his eyes.]

Is that all you wanted you hear?

[Nope! There's still the matter of your lameness to address! hey Gil! Did he ever tell you how he dabbles in those tricks Muggles call magic, and how shitty he is at it?]

Oh, for god's sake!

[hethrewabombatme]

[Wow, this thing's really got it out for John. Gilgamesh pats his pocket lightly, searching for his wand, but then has the thought that it might not even work on this thing. Augh. Wizard problems.

Still walking him along, he pats his friend's shoulder.]

I have to say, it doesn't matter a jot to me if you're terrible at that muggle nonsense - and I know you are, I've seen it, it's dire - there's always time to learn, my friend, and you've at least got a good thing going on with real magic. What muggle can say that?

[fuckmackandme]

[Pst, Gil, it's more about him being into it at all when he's already a wi-]

We get it, thank you!

[Do you? Do you really?]

Yes! You're an annoying, dickish version of me that is throwing all my insecurities at my face, and I want you to go away!

[Rude! Do I have to remind you of the graffiti until you get it?

John takes a sharp intake of breath. After holding his breath for a while, he lets it our slowly.]

... Alright. Yes. You're me. You're not really telling the truth about me, but you're saying what I feel sometimes. You're as real as I am.

[And then, with the most serene looking slowclap ever, the Shadow disappears.]

[hethrewabombatme]

... Huh.

[After spending a few moments looking at the place where the shadow had been, Gilgamesh slides his gaze over to John and slowly lifts one eyebrow, making a small 'what the fuck' gesture to the spot.]

That's it? It's gone? And all you had to do was--

[He just has to.. pause, rub two fingers to his temple, take it in..]

I hate to be the one to say it, but your mind is a prick, John.

[fuckmackandme]

[Yeah, he's just... Rubbing his forehead. Because, Jesus Christ, that was too much.]

Yes. Yes it is.