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shnpc) wrote in
sortinghat_logs2012-11-30 10:18 pm
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Holiday Ghost Event: Baby Britain
WHO: Everyone, affected and not
TONE: Confused and Juvenile
RATING: PG; THEY'RE BABIES
WHEN: December 1st through 3rd
WHERE: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
WHAT: Due to visiting holiday ghosts, some students and staff find themselves living in the past...and a great deal younger than they're used to. But not all of them, so I hope they know how to babysit!
NOTE: This signals the event start. Use any posting format you want, and feel free to post about this as well on these weird cool journals your younger!character just found!
TONE: Confused and Juvenile
RATING: PG; THEY'RE BABIES
WHEN: December 1st through 3rd
WHERE: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
WHAT: Due to visiting holiday ghosts, some students and staff find themselves living in the past...and a great deal younger than they're used to. But not all of them, so I hope they know how to babysit!
NOTE: This signals the event start. Use any posting format you want, and feel free to post about this as well on these weird cool journals your younger!character just found!
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Wait! Stop! [Thor calls after Lyrl, wanting to get a better look at him.]
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He pants for a moment and then tries to hide behind a suit of armor. Hey, it could work!]
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When he does hide, Thor notices and steps closer, crouching on the ground in front of him and calling out in a friendly voice.]
Hellooooo. I can help yoooou!
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I woke up in this place, and my mother will be missing me.
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Did your mother not leave you here? Is she a professor?
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Mother wouldn't leave me alone. She's a soldier.
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If you come out, I can help you find her!
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Who are you?
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I am Thor! I am a fourth year and in Gryffindor and if were old enough I would surely be a prefect! You are in safe hands!
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Okay ... [He comes out slowly.] But I shall bite you if I must.
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Excellent! [He holds his smile steady, trying not to laugh at the threat.] I shall try not to give you a reason. [He rises to his feet, holding out a hand on the offchance Lyrl might want to take it.] Shall we?
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Where are we going?
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To find a professor so we may find your mother!