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lazykitty · 06-17-2019, 09:25 AM

Text Cut: everyone!

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Originally Posted by The Narrator

The mist continues making its way across the grounds, seemingly indifferent to any that may now be in its paths. It soon engulfs everything and everyone around. Even then it keeps going at its steady pace. By now it’s hard to see much further than a hand’s distance ahead of you and there’s a faint, undistinguished rumbling. Bad weather, surely.

Quote:

Originally Posted by AlwaysSnapesGirl

The indoors was the best place to study, but sometimes it was nice to get a change of scenery. Sometimes a new setting provided new opportunities to better understand the material one was studying. That was why Ben was outside by the lake, reading one of his creatures textbooks and taking notes, despite the cold. Layers of clothing and warming charms made the temperature much less of a concern anyway.

He was not sure how long he had been out here, outside of an estimated guess based on the number of chapters he had gotten through, but seemingly out of nowhere, he was squinting to read, a fog now obscuring his view. How had he not noticed this until now? Did fog really appear this spontaneously? Did it suddenly feel several degrees colder, or was that just his imagination, or perhaps his charms wearing off?

It was almost fascinating until he realized the misty air was making the pages of his book and his notes damp. Merlin's beard! He carefully folded his notes and put them inside the book, tucked his quill and ink and book into his bag, and stood.

Only... Which way was the castle again? He was pretty sure the lake was to his right, but the fog was so thick it made him doubt his own sense of direction.

Then suddenly there was a slight change in the mist in one direction, something that looked like a light. Perhaps someone else out in the mist too? Maybe he wasn't alone then, and someone was around to help.

Then again...hadn't he read earlier about a creature that appeared with a light in settings like this to lure people to their doom? A hinkypunk, wasn't it? There was no bog or swamp on the grounds, though, unless someone had added one without him noticing.

Still, it didn't hurt to be cautious, so he drew his wand and lit it with a quick "Lumos." "Hello?" he called.

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Originally Posted by Cassirin

Fog was a normal Scottish weather pattern, and Cornish didn't think much of the fact that the grounds were covered with a thick layer of cloud. Granted, it had come out of nowhere. And it was thick enough to cut with a knife. And it was awfully late in the day, considering the sun usually burned off the fog once it rose...

He paused, considering, suddenly completely turned around. He'd been heading from the castle to his caravan, and now he couldn't seem to figure out which way was which. If he headed... no... Blasted fog. "Brenda! Here, girl!" Maybe the dog could get him home.

And then he spotted two lights, twin dots of Lumos in the otherwise indistinguishable mist. "Hello, there? If you need help getting back to the castle, follow my voice and look for the sparks." Cornish shot red sparks from the tip of his wand and watched for those lights to move nearer.

Was the fog getting thicker? Jeez, whoever had come up with this prank had really gone all out, hadn't they? And was that thunder? Okay, now she was completely convinced that this had to be a prank (not that she hadn't been before) since your normal everyday fog didn't do that. Especially not without even a hint of lightning to go along with it.

It seemed like she wasn't alone in this prank fog ~~of death~~. "Hello! Some prank, huh?" Archer replied to whomever it was that was also in the fog. Awesome, they had followed her lead and added the light from their own wand to the fog. Not that it helped matters much.

Wait was that......nonononononooo....

Of course, it made sense they were here. Plenty of kids around for them to eat. It also made sense that she was now hearing calliope music, though rather it was actually real or just in her head (spoiler: it was in her head) she didn't know. Also the flashes of chalky white skin weren't helping matters. In fact, the exact opposite. The Hufflepuff prefect was rendered frozen and ~~unusually~~ speechless, the only sounds coming from her now being tiny murmurs of "Nonononono..."

....rious? .......hey!

Where were those extra voices coming from?!

06-17-2019, 09:25 AM	#58 (permalink)
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