Hogsmeade Weekend

[shnpc]

WHO: 3rd years and up + teachers
TONE: Fun, cute, shoppy, romantic
RATING: G to PG-13
WHEN: November 17th and 18th!
WHERE: The Village of Hogsmeade!
WHAT: Everyone goes shopping in Hogsmeade Village, some on dates, some just looking to have a good time!
STATUS: Ongoing! Use whatever tag format you want!

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[cantfightthisfire]

[She watches wordlessly and irritatedly as he works his magic, arms folded over her chest. When he's done, she rolls her eyes and pushes past him.]

Show off.

[That's all she says, as she steps through the little doorway he made and into the shack.]

[lefilschanceux]

[He just sighs, shrugs, and walks in after her. At least now that the wall has a rather large hole in it, there's light streaming in. And the sight in front of him makes say only one thing.]

... It has furniture.

[cantfightthisfire]

I forgot I was blind and couldn't see that for myself.

[She's surprised, too, but damn if that wasn't the most obvious statement he could've made.]

But why though? I mean, who the hell would even be able to get in here to use it?

[lefilschanceux]

[Don't pretend you wouldn't do it too.]

I have no idea... Something's definitely been here, though. That's stuffing from the couch, see? [He points at some small white clumps on the floor, stirring in the breeze coming in from the hole.

He follows the stuffing and find the couch in question, obscured by its distance from the only light source.]

Lumos.

Woah! Wow... I... I don't think ghosts lived here. Whatever it was, it had claws.

[cantfightthisfire]

[She just nods when she sees the stuffing, walking closer. Her eyebrows raise when Henry's spell illuminates the room, and she casts the same spell for more light.]

Damn. Yeah, no, it's definitely not a ghost. Poltergeist, though, maybe? I mean. Peeves is a little shitstain and can do destroy stuff. Maybe that's what happened?

[lefilschanceux]

I don't think so...

[He crouches to take a closer look at the shredded couch, running his fingers through the loose fabric.]

Poltergeists can still go through walls, and this place... It doesn't have windows, it doesn't have a door, it's made of stone... This is a prison. It was made to keep something in, so it wouldn't be able to get out.

[cantfightthisfire]

That sounds a little extreme, don't you think? I mean, what the hell would they have to keep in here? Why make a prison in the middle of a village like this? Besides, isn't Azkaban good enough for that? It just doesn't make sense.

[lefilschanceux]

You're right, it doesn't. None of this make sense. Why make a shack with no doors or windows? Why make something like this with furniture in it too? I guess this could make sense if they were trying to contain something that's not human, but... Why the furniture?

[He stands up and raises his wand over his head, trying to spread the light as if hoping to find some form of answer.]

Do you want to try going further in?

[cantfightthisfire]

[How the hell should she know? She doesn't know what to say to him, so she just continues scanning the room with a growing sense of curiosity. She wants to know the secrets of this place, but nothing seems to be making it any more clear.

At his question, she scoffs.]

I'm not pussying out now, of course I wanna go further in. Lead the way.

[Because if they get caught, she's blaming him.]

[lefilschanceux]

[r00d, tbh.

But anyway, he does just that and leads the way further in the shack. It's not a very large, in fact there aren't many rooms in it, so it's really a very short exploration.]

There really is nothing here... Just old, dusty, mangled furniture. Think there's something on the floor?

[cantfightthisfire]

I can see that!

[God, stop pointing out the obvious, sherlock.]

I'm starting to think no, but I'm not bailing at this point, so let's check.