Holiday Ghost Event: Road Less Traveled

[shnpc]

WHO: Everyone, affected and not
TONE: Not of this world
RATING: PG
WHEN: December 11th through 12th
WHERE: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
WHAT: Due to visiting holiday ghosts, some students and staff find themselves living as they would have if something in their lives did or didn't happen. An alternate version who could be better or worse off!
NOTE: This signals the event start. Use any posting format you want, and feel free to post about this as well on the journals!

Comments

[helmetdoesnothing]

Fuck!

[Normally, such a sudden shock as a ghost appearing out of nowhere with a yell loud enough to, well, wake the dead, would have sent Mituna Captor into some kind of panicked fit. Today, however, there's something notably different about him. He's not jumpy, or twitchy, and there's a spark of fierce intelligence in his eyes that's been missing for the past couple of years.

At least, for those who have known him in his normal timeline, it has.

It's a nasty surprise that sends the boy back a couple of feet, one hand clutched over his heart as it pounds, and boy does he ever look pissed off.]

What the fucking hell is wrong with you?!

[3houseswatson]

[John glares right back at the boy on the ground.]

That's a rather long list right now! Do you mean besides being dead, having my last memory be the killing curse, and suddenly - and COMPLETELY without any consent or input on my part - reawakening as a ghost?!

[helmetdoesnothing]

Isn't that general procedure for becoming a ghost? It would by definition require a bit of being dead.

[Mituna's eyes narrow slightly.]

What do you mean, killing curse? Here?

[3houseswatson]

Well, obviously. I mean I want none of this ghost business.

[John gestures to his ghostly jeans and t-shirt.]

Does is look like I got killed here?

[helmetdoesnothing]

Maybe on a fucking casual day.

[FROWN. No, it doesn't look like he got killed here. Mituna's mind starts ticking.]

Where were you killed.

[3houseswatson]

[John is quiet for a few seconds, his body-language expression tense.]

In my own damn home.

[helmetdoesnothing]

[He's regarded carefully for a long moment, but he has no reason to lie - why would he? A ghost gains nothing from lying, unless they revel in the suffering of others and knowing something like that causes no harm to Mituna.]

And you have no fucking idea why you're here.