Packing
Hermione started rounding up clothes and books and other "I can't live without them." things as she packed for the trip for her and Blaise.
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In the 'Smoking Room'
Pansy propped her feet up on the ottoman and leaned back. Ah, relaxation was good. She nursed the last of her whiskey in a small glass - it was the last of any alcohol she could find, which was a problem.
The room looked wonderful, though. Because of her, and Pansy smiled and gloated to herself. It was even done in a tasteful green and brown motif - which had better count as inter-House compromise. There were three or four of the old, used armchairs gathered around a fireplace (she assumed it had been used for cauldrons. This hadn't been her potions classroom, but maybe in years past that had been its use.), and a big heavy rug. And of course, her ottoman. Her Smoking Room was certainly more private than the Common Room, which was nice. Maybe she would start calling it Pansy's Parlor. She laughed, but the word Parlor did have a nice ring to it.
The room looked wonderful, though. Because of her, and Pansy smiled and gloated to herself. It was even done in a tasteful green and brown motif - which had better count as inter-House compromise. There were three or four of the old, used armchairs gathered around a fireplace (she assumed it had been used for cauldrons. This hadn't been her potions classroom, but maybe in years past that had been its use.), and a big heavy rug. And of course, her ottoman. Her Smoking Room was certainly more private than the Common Room, which was nice. Maybe she would start calling it Pansy's Parlor. She laughed, but the word Parlor did have a nice ring to it.
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In the wee morning hours of the day, Neville was up and fully awake, praying to the Altar of Ra like a monk in meditation. Concentrated and fully comitted to his prayers, the only part of his that moved was his lips that were reciting the words of the prayers in the magical language.
Out of nowhere, a ring or fire erupted into the air above the altar. Neville was quickly distracted and looked up at the ring, which had filled itself with an image of a group of red robed wizards.
"'Tis this Neville Longbottom, the only Pyromancer in England?" asked one of the wizards, who appeared to be pyromancers themselves.
"Yes, I am Neville Longbottom," Neville replied. A little confused about how communications could be done this way, Neville just went with the flow.
"Brother Neville, we are the leaders of the Pyromancy magic, from Heliopolis. We must gather our kind together for an important meeting regarding our religeon."
"Important meeting? How can I get there? I cannot leave my place, for I will be hunted down and...by sacrificed to the Dark Lord."
"Do not worry, come to Istanbul, a major city run by the Ministry and they are fighting against the Dark Lord. Only Istanbul and vatican City are the safest places for you to travel to in Europe, so you must be very careful elsewhere. But we will have the meeting in Istanbul, in the Topkapi Palace, we will provide you a portkey that transfers you from wherever you are to us."
All of a sudden, a flash of golden light emitted out and formed the shape of a golden skeleton key. This was the portkey, all he had to do was touch it and he was off, but he felt that he needed to talk with the others about it first.
"Thank you, but give me time, my priorities lie with my friends at the moment, I will talk with them before I arrive, if I arrive. Give me time, I ask of you."
"That is alright. We realie that you must help your friends and we respect that. Take all the time you need, but remember that the meeting is on going, arrive whenever you wish."
"Thank you very much" And with that, the fire ring disappeared, with the key lying on the floor. As long as he didn't touch it, he would remain here. But he needed someone to go with him, he still didn't feel safe going alone, but he needs to talk with the others before anything happens.
Out of nowhere, a ring or fire erupted into the air above the altar. Neville was quickly distracted and looked up at the ring, which had filled itself with an image of a group of red robed wizards.
"'Tis this Neville Longbottom, the only Pyromancer in England?" asked one of the wizards, who appeared to be pyromancers themselves.
"Yes, I am Neville Longbottom," Neville replied. A little confused about how communications could be done this way, Neville just went with the flow.
"Brother Neville, we are the leaders of the Pyromancy magic, from Heliopolis. We must gather our kind together for an important meeting regarding our religeon."
"Important meeting? How can I get there? I cannot leave my place, for I will be hunted down and...by sacrificed to the Dark Lord."
"Do not worry, come to Istanbul, a major city run by the Ministry and they are fighting against the Dark Lord. Only Istanbul and vatican City are the safest places for you to travel to in Europe, so you must be very careful elsewhere. But we will have the meeting in Istanbul, in the Topkapi Palace, we will provide you a portkey that transfers you from wherever you are to us."
All of a sudden, a flash of golden light emitted out and formed the shape of a golden skeleton key. This was the portkey, all he had to do was touch it and he was off, but he felt that he needed to talk with the others about it first.
"Thank you, but give me time, my priorities lie with my friends at the moment, I will talk with them before I arrive, if I arrive. Give me time, I ask of you."
"That is alright. We realie that you must help your friends and we respect that. Take all the time you need, but remember that the meeting is on going, arrive whenever you wish."
"Thank you very much" And with that, the fire ring disappeared, with the key lying on the floor. As long as he didn't touch it, he would remain here. But he needed someone to go with him, he still didn't feel safe going alone, but he needs to talk with the others before anything happens.
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OOC:// This was set when Ginny agreed to go with Harry on a quick trip to Japan. For people who are interested, please read.
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Boobie Traps
Neville proudly walked out of his room with a gigantic smile on his face and twirling the hanging belt ends of his robes. Popping open the trapdoor to the Serpent Hole for a split second, he closed it immediately in a satisfied manner.
"Today is the day that I added my new traps to the Serpent Hole!" Neville said to himself in a sing-song manner. He had been praying earlier to Ra, and Ra sent him a flock of birds. Phoenixes galore, disguised as peacocks and herons, and they would attack intruders if the shrine of Ra could depict the mark of death eaters. Neville was quite proud.
"Today is the day that I added my new traps to the Serpent Hole!" Neville said to himself in a sing-song manner. He had been praying earlier to Ra, and Ra sent him a flock of birds. Phoenixes galore, disguised as peacocks and herons, and they would attack intruders if the shrine of Ra could depict the mark of death eaters. Neville was quite proud.
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Waking up suddenly, Ginny jumped. She sat upright in her old Potion’s Professor’s chair, gazing at her surrounding’s as her heart beat began to slow to a normal thump. She couldn’t quite remember the dream, or rather nightmare she had just awakened from but she felt…frightened. Not only that, but her shoulder felt strange. It didn’t hurt, neither burn nor sting, but she knew something had to be up with the mark. She placed her hand firmly upon it and felt something different, but as the sensation slowly began to fade away she shrugged it off, scanning the bottles of different potion ingredients before her.
She had been searching these past few days for something that might speed up Malfoy’s sleep, not having much success, mind you before she had nodded off. She scolded herself mentally for drifting off to sleep and stud up, taking her parchment filled with lists of possible potions and the mug of tea she had been drinking from and walked towards the direction of the room where Draco lay, thinking she should make sure he was alright.
When she stepped in though there was no one there, she nearly dropped her mug.
“What the-!?” she yelled as she took a second look around the room.
She spun around and exited the room, looking around for someone who might have an explanation.
As far as she knew, unconscious bodies didn’t right well get up and walk out of a room by themselves.
She had been searching these past few days for something that might speed up Malfoy’s sleep, not having much success, mind you before she had nodded off. She scolded herself mentally for drifting off to sleep and stud up, taking her parchment filled with lists of possible potions and the mug of tea she had been drinking from and walked towards the direction of the room where Draco lay, thinking she should make sure he was alright.
When she stepped in though there was no one there, she nearly dropped her mug.
“What the-!?” she yelled as she took a second look around the room.
She spun around and exited the room, looking around for someone who might have an explanation.
As far as she knew, unconscious bodies didn’t right well get up and walk out of a room by themselves.
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Harry was standing outside, staring at the Hole... Just staring. His mind was playing battles and debating wither if he made the right choice or not to come here with a suitcase in hand. Staring intently into the hole, he wished that some kind of answer will pop into his mind and make the decision already. Moving in would be meaning to resume like that time in Hogwarts when he was still a student. Though it would be much different now, the people in there are still the same. Different/changed but still recognizable.
Having enough of his own debates, he shook clear his head and slipped in. Walking through the halls, he traced the floor and ceiling patterns with his eyes. Still debating, he walks into the now quite spacious living room. Seeing that Luna was sleeping, he quietly set his things down and sat for a while, staring into the fire that was moving lazily. Almost lost in his own thoughts about leaving or still staying, he realized that Luna didn't look right.
Walking over, he examined Luna, tapping her shoulder he said, "Luna? Luna can you hear me?" Luna lay a bit uncharacteristicly on the rugged floor, head slumped to one side, and only slightly breezing.
Harry wrinkled his eyebrows, checking for any signs of harm. Then, seeing that her condition was stable but weak, he stridded out the room to look for Blaise or Hermione. "Is someone here? This is Harry, Luna is unconcious.. Hello?"
Having enough of his own debates, he shook clear his head and slipped in. Walking through the halls, he traced the floor and ceiling patterns with his eyes. Still debating, he walks into the now quite spacious living room. Seeing that Luna was sleeping, he quietly set his things down and sat for a while, staring into the fire that was moving lazily. Almost lost in his own thoughts about leaving or still staying, he realized that Luna didn't look right.
Walking over, he examined Luna, tapping her shoulder he said, "Luna? Luna can you hear me?" Luna lay a bit uncharacteristicly on the rugged floor, head slumped to one side, and only slightly breezing.
Harry wrinkled his eyebrows, checking for any signs of harm. Then, seeing that her condition was stable but weak, he stridded out the room to look for Blaise or Hermione. "Is someone here? This is Harry, Luna is unconcious.. Hello?"
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Luna was sitting in the common room when the voices came. They filled her head, numbing her body. She screamed, smacking herself to make the voices stop.
"Get out of my head!! GET OUT!! I WILL NOT DO IT!!!" Luna flung herself at the walls and furniture, in a fit of rage.
We will get you Luna... You will see... You cannot escape your destiny... You will do everything we ask... Beware of us....
"NOOOOOOOOO!!" With one last effort to drive the voices out of her head with her fist, she collapsed and went unconscious in front of the fire.
"Get out of my head!! GET OUT!! I WILL NOT DO IT!!!" Luna flung herself at the walls and furniture, in a fit of rage.
We will get you Luna... You will see... You cannot escape your destiny... You will do everything we ask... Beware of us....
"NOOOOOOOOO!!" With one last effort to drive the voices out of her head with her fist, she collapsed and went unconscious in front of the fire.
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Finally, long hard work finally paid off, as Neville wrapped the red silk robes around him. Embroidered with a golden hem around the bottom, sleeves, and the egyptian style necklace cuff (but made out of silk). The eye of Ra was present on the silk necklace cuff, the silk belt, and the end of the long sash that hung from his neck and downwards to the floor, but tucked under the belt. On the robes themselves, symbols and images of the phoenix were embroidered, as well as miniature eyes of ra. Neville had also added to his visage with a black ocre paint the eye of Ra around his own eyes (a ceremonial thing done by the pyromancers, but it washes out and isn't worn as an everyday accessory).
Neville wallked out of his room, proud and letting the sunstones revolve around his body in a circular motion, now, he waited, for the group to walk out and see their new Neville!
Neville wallked out of his room, proud and letting the sunstones revolve around his body in a circular motion, now, he waited, for the group to walk out and see their new Neville!