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Located just south of the castle is a large body of water known as the Great Lake or the Black Lake. This is where the first years encounter the school for the first time when the Groundskeeper takes them there by boat. After seven years they will leave the castle, their individual house and their home behind as they sail back across the Great Lake to embark on new adventures.
If you decide to dip your toes in the water, be careful of the many magical creatures inhibiting the lake that might mistake a little student’s toe for a tasty treat. For in the Great Lake lives everything from merpeople to grindylows. Bartholomew Henry, the Giant Squid, however is not interested in nibbling on toes, but would much rather have someone tickle his tentacles while he soaks up some sun.
Why don’t you follow his lead and do the same? Do some homework in the sun heated grass, take that well deserved nap before Ancient Runes or catch up on that reading. Enjoy your time at the Great Lake!
The elder mare of the herd gave the foal an affectionate nudge with her nuzzle when her own grazing took her close by and her tail swished in the face of another. Neighing softly with displeasure, this unicorn trotted elegantly away from the mare and to another patch of grass just a little ways away and even further from the edge of the forest.
Each unicorn in the small herd would occasionally shoot their heads up and offer cautious glances towards the forest, but soon seemed content enough to resume their grazing.
Until their bellies became full that is.
Finding shelter beneath the trees leading to the pathways, the unicorns curled their delicate looking legs beneath their majestic white bodies to settled down for an afternoon nap. For the foal at least who quickly nuzzled up beside its mother while the rest of the herd maintained sharp glances around the grounds. Though soon even their heads rested and large eyes closed for some much needed rest.
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Originally Posted by UNICORNS!
The elder mare of the herd gave the foal an affectionate nudge with her nuzzle when her own grazing took her close by and her tail swished in the face of another. Neighing softly with displeasure, this unicorn trotted elegantly away from the mare and to another patch of grass just a little ways away and even further from the edge of the forest.
Each unicorn in the small herd would occasionally shoot their heads up and offer cautious glances towards the forest, but soon seemed content enough to resume their grazing.
Until their bellies became full that is.
Finding shelter beneath the trees leading to the pathways, the unicorns curled their delicate looking legs beneath their majestic white bodies to settled down for an afternoon nap. For the foal at least who quickly nuzzled up beside its mother while the rest of the herd maintained sharp glances around the grounds. Though soon even their heads rested and large eyes closed for some much needed rest.
Rylee watched the unicorns still. The look of utter amazement shining brightly in her clear blue-gray eyes. As long as the unicorns remained, so would she. Well... at least until she had no other choice but to head inside and continue about her day.
Very very cautiously, the lioness inched closer towards where the unicorns were now laying. Nowhere near close enough to put herself, them or anyone else in harms way mind you. Simply enough to be able to see them better.
There it was that she lowered herself down in a small patch of grass to sit upon her knees. Rylee had every intention of just sitting there and watching them. Silently.
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The mist that began creeping out of the forest has begun to makes it way out onto the grounds. It brought with it something of a cold chill though this was as likely a result of the dreary January weather.
The mist is wispy on the fringes but thick if one were to make their way into it.
So thick that you wouldn't be able to make out right from left. So thick that you can't see anything beyond it.
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Originally Posted by The Narrator
The mist that began creeping out of the forest has begun to makes it way out onto the grounds. It brought with it something of a cold chill though this was as likely a result of the dreary January weather.
The mist is wispy on the fringes but thick if one were to make their way into it.
So thick that you wouldn't be able to make out right from left. So thick that you can't see anything beyond it.
Was Archer paying attention to where she was going? Considering that her head was stuck in one of her textbooks, studying (a weird sight on its own), that would have to be a no. Which would explain how she ended up in the thick center of the fog cloud, only looking up when the fog made it hard to see the words on the page. "Okay, who's idea was this?" she asked with a chuckle, because it had to be someone's idea of a prank, right? Then again, this was Hogwarts. But nothing had been happening all this term (no, she hadn't been paying attention to the whole creature drama. Like, she knew something had happened, but not that all of them had taken off out of the forest.), so it was probably some kind of prank.
Also, she pulled her wand out and performed a quick Lumos so she could see.
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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.
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Originally Posted by The Narrator
The mist that began creeping out of the forest has begun to makes it way out onto the grounds. It brought with it something of a cold chill though this was as likely a result of the dreary January weather.
The mist is wispy on the fringes but thick if one were to make their way into it.
So thick that you wouldn't be able to make out right from left. So thick that you can't see anything beyond it.
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Originally Posted by lazykitty
Was Archer paying attention to where she was going? Considering that her head was stuck in one of her textbooks, studying (a weird sight on its own), that would have to be a no. Which would explain how she ended up in the thick center of the fog cloud, only looking up when the fog made it hard to see the words on the page. "Okay, who's idea was this?" she asked with a chuckle, because it had to be someone's idea of a prank, right? Then again, this was Hogwarts. But nothing had been happening all this term (no, she hadn't been paying attention to the whole creature drama. Like, she knew something had happened, but not that all of them had taken off out of the forest.), so it was probably some kind of prank.
Also, she pulled her wand out and performed a quick Lumos so she could see.
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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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.
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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.
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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?!
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Text Cut: Professor Cornish & Archer
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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.
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Originally Posted by lazykitty
Text Cut: everyone!
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?!
Ben was relieved to hear another person's voice coming from the light's direction, though her actual response puzzled him. Was that what this was? A prank? Pranks were supposed to be funny in some way, weren't they? What was funny about fog? How and why would someone conjure up so much mist around here?
Perhaps he just didn't understand the joke.
And then came another voice in a different direction, this one sounding like one of the professors. Excellent. He and the other girl would surely be fine and be back in the castle in no time now that they weren't alone.
There was another voice now as well. And... another. And another... and another and....
Where were all these voices coming from? And why were they so loud?
His hands reached up to cover his ears, even though his hands were also still holding his textbook and his lit wand. His wide eyes darted this way and that, trying to spot the sources of the voices who were shouting at him, who were always watching, who were always waiting....
Fear wasn't an unknown emotion to him, but this felt like an entirely different level of it. It raced through his veins, it chilled him to the bone (or was that simply because of the temperature? a rational part of his brain questioned), it urged his legs to run.
So run he did. Toward the Hufflepuff prefect? Toward the professor? Toward the lake? Who knew which way he was running in this fog? He certainly didn't.
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if we fall, we will fall together; and when we rise, we will rise together__________________♥♥♥♥
together we are dangerous; together with our differences; together we are bolder, braver, stronger
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Originally Posted by AlwaysSnapesGirl
Text Cut: Professor Cornish & Archer
Ben was relieved to hear another person's voice coming from the light's direction, though her actual response puzzled him. Was that what this was? A prank? Pranks were supposed to be funny in some way, weren't they? What was funny about fog? How and why would someone conjure up so much mist around here?
Perhaps he just didn't understand the joke.
And then came another voice in a different direction, this one sounding like one of the professors. Excellent. He and the other girl would surely be fine and be back in the castle in no time now that they weren't alone.
There was another voice now as well. And... another. And another... and another and....
Where were all these voices coming from? And why were they so loud?
His hands reached up to cover his ears, even though his hands were also still holding his textbook and his lit wand. His wide eyes darted this way and that, trying to spot the sources of the voices who were shouting at him, who were always watching, who were always waiting....
Fear wasn't an unknown emotion to him, but this felt like an entirely different level of it. It raced through his veins, it chilled him to the bone (or was that simply because of the temperature? a rational part of his brain questioned), it urged his legs to run.
So run he did. Toward the Hufflepuff prefect? Toward the professor? Toward the lake? Who knew which way he was running in this fog? He certainly didn't.
Terror. Pure terror. That's all Archer could feel right now. And all she could see were the flashes of white skin, insanely red lips one of which had a smile CUT into the sides, everyone grotesque in their own unique ways. All with the sole goal of making a meal out of them. She couldn't even think, let alone focus on anything else around here. As far she was concerned, there wasn't even a Hogwarts anymore. No, all there was were those awful things, the ground, her and that awful music.
She did feel someone brush against her ankle, though she thought it was one of those monsters and kicked out at it. If she was going down, she was going down fighting! Er, as much as one could when they were frozen with fear, anyway.
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Baguette | there is no D in my name | TRAITORclaw | Queenie of Narnia
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Originally Posted by lazykitty
Terror. Pure terror. That's all Archer could feel right now. And all she could see were the flashes of white skin, insanely red lips one of which had a smile CUT into the sides, everyone grotesque in their own unique ways. All with the sole goal of making a meal out of them. She couldn't even think, let alone focus on anything else around here. As far she was concerned, there wasn't even a Hogwarts anymore. No, all there was were those awful things, the ground, her and that awful music.
She did feel someone brush against her ankle, though she thought it was one of those monsters and kicked out at it. If she was going down, she was going down fighting! Er, as much as one could when they were frozen with fear, anyway.
No matter much he tried to get away from the voices, it didn't seem to do any good. They were still as close and as loud in his head as ever. Why were they following him? Why couldn't they just leave him alone? Why-
Something smacked against his legs, and with a yelp, Ben lost his balance and hit the ground hard. His wand, now extinguished thanks to the terror engulfing his mind, and his textbook went flying out of his hands. The notes he'd put in the book slipped out and were now fluttering in the air. He paid them no attention though, what with adrenaline coursing through his body and his mind overcome with his need to get away. Because the voices hadn't left, not even a little.
What just happened?! Were they going to attack him now? Were their words and their tone not enough? Why couldn't they just let him go? It wasn't his fault, he hadn't done anything wrong, he was just trying to stay out of everyone's way.
"Just leave me alone!" He finally shouted back at them, scrambling - and, in his panic, failing - to get to his feet. "Go away!"
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if we fall, we will fall together; and when we rise, we will rise together__________________♥♥♥♥
together we are dangerous; together with our differences; together we are bolder, braver, stronger
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Neither of those two lights seemed to be getting any closer, but there was a sound coming from behind him. It was odd, the rattle of wood on wood, the shuffle of thick paper, not sounds that belonged outdoors at all. The scent of ink was sour in his nose, and Cornish found himself turning his head to try to breathe the crisp winter air. His stomach was heaving.
And then the points of light converged in front of him, and there was a great ruckus. So that was the two lights accounted for. "Selwyn? Calrissian? Grand. Come to my voice, and we'll head up to the castle. One of you is likely to wander into the lake at this rate." Or something worse. He shoved through the fog in their direction.
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If she'd been aware that she'd hit a fellow Hufflepuff instead of what she thought she was hitting, she would've apologized. She did have a heart, despite what some might think. But the situation being what it was, she simply remained where she was: on the ground (when had that happened?), shaking violently. The flashes of chalk white skin, red lips kept swirling around her. But then something happened....
She was done, over it and wanting someone to just come save her already! She didn't care that, as a seventh year and a prefect to boot, it was expected that she could fight better than she was just now. These things were absolutely TERRIFYING and she wanted out now!
Hey hey!
Why so serious?
*calliope music*
She couldn't hear Professor Cornish over the voices and music obviously.
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Originally Posted by lazykitty
If she'd been aware that she'd hit a fellow Hufflepuff instead of what she thought she was hitting, she would've apologized. She did have a heart, despite what some might think. But the situation being what it was, she simply remained where she was: on the ground (when had that happened?), shaking violently. The flashes of chalk white skin, red lips kept swirling around her. But then something happened....
She was done, over it and wanting someone to just come save her already! She didn't care that, as a seventh year and a prefect to boot, it was expected that she could fight better than she was just now. These things were absolutely TERRIFYING and she wanted out now!
Hey hey!
Why so serious?
*calliope music*
She couldn't hear Professor Cornish over the voices and music obviously.
Absolute babies. Cornish ducked beneath a towering shadow just to his left, definitely a stack of papers or a crashing wave of file folders or something, and he grabbed hold of Calrissian's wrist. She might not like the manhandling, but based on her cowering, he had a feeling she wasn't going to argue.
"We need to run. Pull up your socks like a big girl prefect and grab your classmate."
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His panicked scrambling was at least good for one thing - one hand glided over his wand where it had fallen, and Ben instinctively grabbed it.
Another good thing happened as well - or, perhaps fortunate was the better adjective, since there was nothing good about this situation at all.
Archer's scream briefly jolted his mind "awake," in a sense. It was so close, and it was so different from the voices yelling at him, that it allowed his rational mind to take over just long enough to catch a bit of another voice. A calmer tone. His name, another's, come to...
And then the terror was upon him again, the voices somehow feeling louder and worse than before. They were there, they would not leave, they would not stop, they...
He scrambled back in another attempt to get away - and bumping into something. Or rather, someone, though he did not yet realize that it was Archer and Professor Cornish right there.
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if we fall, we will fall together; and when we rise, we will rise together__________________♥♥♥♥
together we are dangerous; together with our differences; together we are bolder, braver, stronger
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Luckily, Cornish's hand on her wrist snapped her back to reality. A bit. Honestly, at first she thought it was another of those horrible cl-things, but she realized it was just the CoMC professor in the nick of time and she stopped screaming. Also lucky was the fact that she had gotten used to his brashness by this time in the term. So, she did as asked, allowing herself to be pulled off the ground, grabbing her fellow Hufflepuff's hand. Hey, she could still hear the calliope music and the clowns too, unfortunately, even if she was back to reality. She was still shaking, slightly unsteady on her feet and the sound was threatening to drag her back to that dark place.
It wasn't pretty.
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"Okay, that's enough of that," Cornish hauled Selwyn back to his feet and pointed him towards the castle. Calrissian too, and Cornish himself was heading in that direction. It didn't really make sense, the creeping feeling, the sounds he was hearing, so he could put it in the box of not real and focus on getting the students out of the fog. Were they seeing what he saw? It didn't seem likely based on the babbling noises they made.
"Castle. Go. I'll carry you, but it's easier if you run."