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!

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[wwishful]

[Murdoc, now Muirín according to her, is striding down the halls of the school trying not to look openly confused. She knows where she is, but something certainly feels...off. She isn't lost. No, never. She knows this school like the back of her hand. The way she's looking around seems to indicate that she isn't so sure of herself afterall.

She'll be pretty easy to recognise. Despite being an entirely different gender, she still has the scars on her face. She couldn't find HER clothes, so she's wearing meticulously resized men's clothes that will probably be familiar.]

[mysterytwin]

[Something doesn't seem quite right.

It probably had something to do with the fact that he was wearing Ravenclaw robes.

Dipper frowned as he walked down the charms hallway, tie and robe draped over his bookbag. He didn't really care if he got into trouble with the teachers for being out of uniform, someone had somehow either changed the colour of his robes or taken his and replaced them with someone else's.

Quite frankly, he supposed he should be glad it wasn't Hufflepuff colours, but nonetheless he was annoyed. Two names crossed his mind as to who could be behind this.

All he had to do was find them and give them a piece of his mind.]

[mo_cara]

[Everyone who knows Gamzee knows he has kind of an unpredictable temper. It's usually activated by someone slighting someone he cares about, though, and he'd gotten a lot better since his first year, when he'd actually bitten some other students and nearly got kicked out of the school. What he's not, is usually randomly destructive.

Which makes it really surprising to see him with a cricket bat, going to town on one of the suits of armor. The thick wood slams into the metal, making a terrible racket, as he rants, alternating between a dangerously quiet voice and a scream of what sounds like pure rage.]

You better GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE, MOTHERFUCKER! [wham, wham!] Don't you even be thinking, DON'T YOU THINK, I didn't see you! MOTHERFUCKIN' BLASPHEMER! GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT! [wham, wham, WHAM!]

[3houseswatson]

[They'd broken in, blowing the door off the hinges. There had been pain - the horrible, all-over burn of nerve endings tormented with dark magic. Then one of them raised his wand high, and there was a blinding flash of green light. This was the last thing John Watson remembered before he died.

He comes to awareness with a shout so loud and raw that it would have made his lungs ache if he still had them. If there was anything between his death and his sudden, completely unwanted awakening as a ghost, he didn't remember it.

He doesn't know why he's in Hogwarts and not where he actually died. He doesn't know how long its been since his death. Really, he's only sure about two things:

1) He is very, very dead.

2) He is furious.]

[ooc: For this event, John's torture under Crucio was brief... because his Death Eater attackers used Avada Kedavra on him. This AU version of him died a few months after turning 15, during the summer before the start of his 5th year. He has not always been a ghost in the intervening time; suddenly appearing as a ghost is a very unwelcome surprise.]

[marshall_lee]

[Marshall is wandering the halls with a confused look on his face. Why is he here now? He was kicked out a few months ago. Did they change their minds and spirit him away back here? And things were a little...off. He didn't recognize anyone he passed at all.]

"Weird..."


[OOC: For the event Marshall is very much alive and still very much from the time period when he died. He'll speak a little more formally and his accent will be more pronounced.]

[ihaveanappforthat]

[The raven haired male is currently adorned in an unusual color. Ravenclaw blue replaces the typical Slytherin green. His whiskey colored eyes seem to rove around the halls, confusion and slight apprehension very visible on his face. He doesn't recognize a lot of the other students, and the ones he does either seem different or are in the wrong robes. At first he began thinking it's a practical joke then he decided from observing their behavior that it indeed was not.

His posture is defensive, hunching into himself slightly as he makes his way to the Ravenclaw Commonroom. All the while he mutters quietly to himself, making slight observations and asking himself quiet questions. If anyone listens hard enough, they will immediately notice the unfamiliar Portlaoise accent that replaces his typical Dublin accent.

He notices quickly that other people seem disgruntled too, so he assumes that something odd is going on not only to him.]

[helmetdoesnothing]

Accio.

[The spell is cast effortlessly, and the book that he wants is in his hand in moments. Mituna smiles to himself - an expression that's almost a smirk - and opens it. He's been sat there for a while now, outside under a tree near the lake, practicing magic far too advanced for someone of his age.

Anyone who had been watching him would have already witnessed him casting spells such as Incendio and Alarte Ascendare, and at one point there had been a small, bumblebee-shaped patronus flitting about him. For anyone being affected by the strange happenings in the castle, this may not be such an odd sight. For those who aren't.. well, Mituna hasn't been capable of such things for over two years.

The boy lifts his wand confidently, and with a small flick of his wrist, freezes a leaf in mid-air as it drifts by his face.]


[[ooc: this event, Mituna was still tortured, but it didn't break him. In fact it only fuelled his desire to learn more, to advance as far as he could. He was already taking advanced classes in his third year, and he continued them.]]

[insuffera6les9n9rus]

[Kankri Vantas, aged 33, is alive and well and on a mission from his office in the Spirit Division of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. There's been some unrest among the ghosts at Hogwarts, and he was assigned to conduct interviews as means of acting as liason between his office and the living impaired.

Or so he believes.

So he's wandering the halls that he last remembers walking as a student, marveling at how little has changed.]

[candycrabapple]

[Karkat walks down the corridor, the usual scowl on his face isn't there. He instead just has a normal thoughtful look on his face as he walks towards a class books in arms. He's noticing the strangeness around him but is just shaking it off as just stupid school nonsense.]



((OOC: Karkat's RLT is that his parents never died, his father was never stationed over seas. His parents were always there for him and he has a healthy relationship with his family. Karkat is just a normal teen boy. Still overly wordy but doesn't really swear either.))

[innocent_insanity]

[Kurloz is seated at one of the larger windowsills in the castle hallways, playing a bittersweet tune on his fiddle rather than the usual jigs associated with the instrument.

What anyone who knows Kurloz should note is that his fiddle doesn't have a skeletal torso painted on it.]

[allamericanreject]

[Alfred's holding his cat while peeking out at the courtyard, seated against a stone divider wall between some pillars. He's quiet and keeping to himself, moreso than normal, and looks far less cheerful than usual. His robes are loose-fitting, like he's not quite grown into them, and that's not far from the mark; he's thinner than usual.

His cat meows loudly, squirming in his grip and slipping away. Alfred lets him, only for the cat to sit a foot away from him and stare at him oddly, like he knows something's wrong with his owner.]

Come on, Tony. I'm not in the mood to play. Be good.





(OoC: For this event, Alfred's father was killed in an "accident" during the First Wizarding War, a few years back, and its given him a somber personality, since he doesn't feel it was an accident and that his family was targeted for harboring a muggle-born. He's also very work-oriented and practices magic a great deal.)

[greenteengenius]

[The difference isn't immediately obvious. It's only when Lyrl starts puffing up the stairs that anything seems wrong. Normally Lyrl makes a habit of using the stairs as a playground, jumping from banister to banister whenever he hasn't got books to carry. Now just the effort of climbing seems to tire him.

This is a Lyrl who didn't spend all his life in hiding in the woods, but spent it behind a desk at Hogwarts instead. And he's terribly out of shape!]