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The door to a mysterious door opens to reveal a dank and dusty room, which shows more than obvious signs that it has been vacant for years. Black sheets cover the furniture. Cobwebs fill every nook, cranny, and everything in between -- including a cup filled with wooden potion stirrers. The heavy scent of mildew permeates every aspect of the room as jet-black candles emit blue flames and an old record player screeches in the corner.
For the most part, this is where the majority of the ghosts that haunt the school gather when they want to avoid the living that run about the floors above. What they do here isn't really any of your business. Some of the ghosts that float about this room will remind you of that if they catch you invading their private space. If you're lucky, though, maybe the day you step inside this room is when Sir Nicholas is hosting his Deathday Party, a celebration that he most certainly will encourage you to stick around for. If that day is not today, you had better have a good excuse for being here.
Alice hesitated at the doorway leading into the spirit room. Haunting organ noises could be heard from the other side.
"Just a warning that it will be very cold inside, and the food is made of ashes and not for human consumption. You are absolutely forbidden from tasting it, even if invited to by a friendly ghost. Politely refuse the gentleman or lady and pivot the conversation to something more agreeable." Eating ashes was terrible for one's health and Alice (ever health obsessed) would not stand for students eating it, even for a prank.
"We can't stay for the whole party, but I estimate we should be here for a little while. I cleared your schedule for the next hour so we all have a little extra time. Now..."
She smiled thinly. "Students first." And she pushed the doors open.
ooc: Woot! I had to get this post up quickly and didn't have time to describe the party, but we'll just say it looks a lot like the party from COS: Ash covered feast, terrible sounding organs, and lots and lots of chilly ghosts. You can have you kid react to the surroundings - several ghost accounts will be joining us shortly!
Cassidy nodded along as instructions were given. She kind of wish she'd worn a jumper under her robes or had her scarf if it was going to be cold. Hopefully it wouldn't be too cold. And food made of ashes? Yuck. There is no way she would ever eat anything like that, but she would politely refuse.
"Thank you Professor." Cassidy said as she entered the room. And man was it cold.
She wrapped her arms around herself as she took in all of the sites. There were a bunch of ghosts floating around which made the first year smile because she'd never seen so many all in one place. But the cold. Again: she wanted for a scarf and some gloves. "Hello. How are you?" She cheerily offered anyways to the ghost closest to her.
Ellie stopped behind the others, only barely managing to not walk right into the slytherin boy ahead of her as professor O’Hara paused in the doorway that lead into the spirit room. She could hear haunting organ noises coming from the other side of the door. Creepy! Don’t eat the ash food, Check! She had had enough of vomiting in the company of others for this year so Ellie was going to have no problem refusing to eat something gross-looking offered to her by a ghost.
As the door opened Ellie slowly walked inside with wide fascinated eyes not knowing where to look first either at the gruesome looking food feast or the ghosts? With the food caution in mind she headed over towards the terrible sounding organs and asked nobody in particular. "Does the organs in the terrible sounding orchestra belong to a ghost?" Ellie really hoped not.
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She did have to wonder why they weren't warned to wear their coats. After all, as Professor O'Hara had mentioned, it was about to get very cold. Would the ghosts see it as an affront? Surely not, seeing as they had once been human themselves and therefore knew how cold affected them, right?
She did smile as walked into the room, one that turned a wince as everything hit her at once. "Actually, certain types of ash, like vegetable and hay, are perfectly fine to eat. In fact, some people use them in cheese making to help preserve it." Just one of those odd bits of trivia she had picked up in her life. And actually, she had to agree that the organ playing was, in fact, awful. Seriously, had the ghosts never heard of a DJ? Or a radio, even? Or organ-playing lessons?
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Glad that the Professor shared his view on the Grey Lady, Dorian walked on in silent as he wondered where the party would be held. Once they had arrived at the spirit room he could slap himself on the forehead for not thinking about this room in the first place.
After carefully listening to thr instructions, the sixth year nodded his head before he entered the room. He shivered at the cold that hit him the moment he stepped inside but what did you expect with a room full of ghosts?
He let out an amused snort as the Hufflepuff Prefect mentioned that certain ash types weren't harmful to eat. Was she just saying something or was that a real fact? If it were than he had learned something new today which was always appreciated.
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Upon entering the Spirit Room, all Rylee could do was look around at everything. It looked very much like an average party would only... much more dreary. The music was absolutely dreadful but that was something she could overlook... for a little while. The food wasn't edible but that was something she could deal with as well. Definitely not the most ideal situation to be placed in for a party but this wasn't her party anyhow.
There was a definite coldness to the room as she moved deeper inside to allow the rest of the class to enter. If here long enough she may very well find herself casting a warming charm on herself. As for now though... "Hello," the lioness greeted any of the spirits that might have been in range of hearing her.
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Austin walked into the spirit room. It was really cold in here and the music soubded terrible. He wondered who would be gregrerting him if anyone at all.
That was all Myrtle had to say about this miserable excuse of a party. None of the ghosts bothered talking to her AT all except out of politeness. None of them seemed to care what she was thinking and NONE of them asked them how she was feeling. Typical! They were just like the living. No one cared for poor Myrtle!
"Ooh but what's this?" she hiccupped softly to herself. LIVING people at a Death Day party. That hadn't happened since...she preferred not to think about that dreadful event.
Was this the history of magic class? Yes it was. There was that dreadful hag Alice. Myrtle realized what was going on.
"Come to gawk at poor Myrtle?" She said this as she got closer to the students.
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"Hello." Analiese acknowledged the ghost who seemed to be peering at them as she walked into the Spirit Room. The very room sent chills down her spine. She shivered as the temperature drop happened quicker than she expected. And this place desperately needed a deep clean. Cobwebs in every corner... It disturbed little, perfectionistic Analiese. That was when Analiese heard the simply awful music. A terrible insult to music, she thought. These ghosts really needed organ-playing lessons.
Okay. This was officially bizarre. Now students were talking to the air? She didn't even see any ghosts yet. Avalon felt uncomfortable just shouting out into the void. She pulled her robe tighter around her body as she adjusted to the chill in the room, peering around for some spirits to talk to. And this music? Absolutely dreadful. Avalon hoped that she would at least get to have some meaningful conversations with a few ghosts during this party. Soon enough, she spotted Moaning Myrtle. She had never really talked to a ghost before though. Was there a proper way to start a conversation? She knew Moaning Myrtle was known for being emotional, so she had to tread carefully. Perhaps she could just be herself and see where the conversation led to. "Hello Myrtle," Avalon said politely. "How are you today?"
"I know." Anna replied to Dorian's comment about the reason of Nearly-Headless Nick's death. "But I don't think that's what really bothers him. It's mainly the fact he's not allowed to be a member of that Headless Hunt group." She said before lowering her voice to tell him the next bit. "But don't mention that around him, he gets quite... upset." Annoyed? Moany? The last thing Anna wanted was to have a grumpy Nearly-Headless Nick at that Death Party.
She chuckled at Patrick's remark about nerdiness. "I only know that because he told me." She whispered. Literally, her as a nerd didn't even sound right in jokes.
The Gryffindor listened to professor O'Hara's instructions by the staircases and already started wondering what this party was going to look like. Said imagining didn't last too long as they were soon going down the stairs and walking into the room... which kind of smelled. Anna didn't actually mind the sound of the organ, but that weird smell, Merlin. It'd take her a while to not notice it. At least she was hoping she'd get to that stage before they left the party, but she was more likely have to keep reminding herself not to wrinkle her nose. She didn't want to offend the ghosts.
Oh, great... the very first ghost to appear was that moaning one from the girl's bathroom. Anna always tried to avoid her because moany people had the tendency to annoy her pretty quickly - she preferred people who came up with solutions rather than just point out problems all the time, y'know? Moany people didn't seem capable of doing the former very often, and Moaning Myrtle never did it, did she? Merlin. See her first comment already? Anna had to refrain an eye roll.
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Dreadful was absolutely right. Nina agreed. This was so not how she wanted to spend her time today. She would much rather be sat at a DESK learning FACTS and listening to STORIES about HISTORY. Not conversing with a bunch of ghosts who were far more annoying than they were intellectual. Honestly, it was the worst waste of a lesson. She was thoroughly upSET.
Her displeasure over the event was plastered across her entire face as she followed the crowd into the Spirit Room. Although she still couldn't see objects which were far away, she recognized Myrtle's voice right away. That's it. She wanted to leave immediately.
Instead of saying absolutely anything, the Slytherin just FROWNED and crossed her arms. She was COLD. And the music was HORRIBLE. And she would much rather be LEARNING. She didn't even know who she was glaring at, but she was most definitely glaring at someone.
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Following the wondrous sound of an organ, Edgar entered the room in his usual Quidditch attire. Unintentionally he went through a student or two as he took the sight of such a momentous event. A smile grew on his face, a clear sign of approval.
"Absolutely stunning," he said aloud to no one in particular.
Without a doubt, it certainly was more crowded than usual, and the presence of the living was a nice touch. The ghost was glad that they were able to join the festivities alongside his ghostly brethren.
"How marvellous it is to see you all here!" Edgar addressed to everyone present in the room. "I have to say this is by far the best deathday celebration I've had. Thank you for commemorating the two hundred and fiftieth anniversary of my death by joining me here tonight. Please eat and dance and mingle to your hearts content."
A courteous bow followed before the man started to drift over to the food table.
Cassidy turned away from the friendly ghost she'd been chatting with as the guest of honor began to address them. She turned and gave him a giant grin, the biggest grin the child could muster. "Happy death day dear sir!" It was followed by a tiny little fit of giggles. Aside from the cold, she really was quite enjoying herself.
She had noticed the ghost Myrtle that the professor had warned her not to upset was floating not too far away. Cassidy made a note of what she looked like. She was not going to run the poor ghosts night and was even going to find a way to talk to her at some point. Well when she wasn't talking to the guest of honor! So back to him she turned. "So Mister Cloggs are you enjoying your party so far?"
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Honestly, Indigo would much rather talk to the ghosts who were less inclined to share their histories. He felt exactly the same way. He didn't really talk about himself with many people. To be honest, he would prefer not to talk to them at all. Indigo was not one for casual conversation. He rarely talked much to people who weren't his people. So he stuck near Nina as they walked into the spirit room. He lingered near her side and nudged her when he noticed her scowl. "It's not that bad."
And the children were IGNORING her. How rude of them! How just typically SHALLOW. Except for one girl who asked how she was.
Myrtle zoomed towards the girl. A Ravenclaw, by the looks of the uniform."You ask how I am? Why is it that people only ask Myrtle how she is when they're RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER?! IF THEY CARED SO MUCH, THEN WHY DON'T THEY EVER VISIT HER?! AND WHY IS EVERYBODY IGNORING ME????!!!!????!!!!!!"
A mean glare went out to all the other people (students AND ghosts - you too, birthday boy Edgar) who were just ignoring her.
Her expression changed when she looked back down at the young Ravenclaw. "If I tell you how I am, will you visit my bathroom after classes? We can talk about all sorts of DREADFUL happenings!"
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Analiese gulped as the nearby ghost she had said 'hello' to started shouting at them. "I wasn't exactly ignoring you, though..." She turned away and tried to remember the ghost's name. It was... Myrtle! Yes, it was Myrtle. Analiese looked in the direction of Avalon when Myrtle asked her whether she would visit her bathroom after classes. She tried to focus on the food instead of eavesdropping on their conversation. Was that... hay? Who in their right mind would eat hay?
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One of the very best things about being a prefect was that they had their own bathroom, eliminating the need to use Myrtle's bathroom. Of course, Archer wasn't lucky enough to be able to avoid the literally moaning ghost here. Was she really surprised that the second-floor bathroom's occupant was here? No, it was a deathday party, after all. It would've been rude of the ghosts to not have invited her. Did that mean that she had to show up, though?
"Maybe because you're just a giant pain in the neck!" she shouted back at Myrtle. "And showing concern goes BOTH ways, you know!" Honestly, the ghost should've just stayed in her bathroom.
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Honestly, Indigo would much rather talk to the ghosts who were less inclined to share their histories. He felt exactly the same way. He didn't really talk about himself with many people. To be honest, he would prefer not to talk to them at all. Indigo was not one for casual conversation. He rarely talked much to people who weren't his people. So he stuck near Nina as they walked into the spirit room. He lingered near her side and nudged her when he noticed her scowl. "It's not that bad."
Nina would rather not talk to the ghosts at all. Perhaps this was why she was sorted in Slytherin over Ravenclaw. She appreciated knowledge, but not all knowledge should be seen equally. While textbooks did present a bias of their own, the ghosts did even worse. Not only that, but more often than not they were quite inclined to embellish. The party alone was enough to prove such a thing, it was dramatically overdone. As was Moaning Myrtle.
She kept the scowl plastered on her face, not even trying to hide it as she would normally (during a lesson, that is). Looking to Indigo upon his nudge, Nina gave her older friend a look as if to say 'are you certain about that?' Because only a single second before she had given him the look, Myrtle was wailing about something rather ridiculous. Perhaps others would give her the time of day had she been pretty... or polite, for that matter. But as it was, Moaning Myrtle was neither of those things. She was just annoying.
Especially coupled with the ringing organ orchestra.
She took a step closer to Indigo. At least he was here, that made things somewhat more tolerable. She gave him the tiniest of grins. Because despite how ridiculous this class was, he was a good one and she didn't want him to think she was being over-the-top.
As for whoever that was picking a fight with Myrtle (placing the face without wearing her contacts was quite difficult), Nina hoped they received a detention. Nina didn't like Myrtle as much as the next person, but she knew to show respect for others in front of authority aka their Professor.
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Patrick laughed at Anna's remark about Nearly headless Nick telling her. "Oh-kay you keep telling yourself that." he knew she wasn't super nerdy like himself but she was starting to sound more nerdy than she normally was. He looked around the spirit room. It did feel a bit cold down there and he was taking it all in until he heard Myrtle squawking.
Whipping his head around he turned to see what exactly Myrtle was yelling about. Oh boy. These students were terrible about talking to the ghosts outside of the great hall at the beginning of term. Patrick always tried to talk to the ghosts, he could only imagine just how boring it had to be to live years and years and years at a school and get treated as invisible. He would hate it.
He saw another ghost enter into the room, smiling he stated, "Happy death day Edgar." he felt odd saying that but obviously Edgar was enjoying the 250th anniversary of his death. He on the other hand hoped he just became an animal or something in his next life.
Austin winced at Moaning Myrtle's wails. Why did she have to be soooo loud? Sometimes he wished he was deaf and not selectively mute. He did agree with her though about the music being dreadful.
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"I'll keep that in mind..." he answered slowly to Anna's reply as she warned him to not mention the fact he still had not been able to join the hunt. "I'd gladly chop off the rest of his head if i could so he can join them" he stared in front of him as his words dawned on him and he let out a small laugh and shook his head. "I just realised how messed up that sounded" But he trust that she got the point.
Moaning Myrtle was at it again. Which meant that he needed to leave quickly. He ignored her wailing and the Hufflepuff prefect's remarks , not wanting to be involved and walked towards the food table where Edgar Cloggs had drift off to. It was his day after all. "Hello sir" he greeted. "I'm not sure if i should congratulate you on your death day or not" he said with a frown on his face.
"What did you say to me?" Myrtle asked to the other girl who said she didn't ignore her. She floated towards her. "Did you call me something mean and morbid?"
Nope - she just lost interest in the answer. Because now some RUDE, obnoxious child was SHOUTING insults at her! All right, that DOES it!!!! Myrtle zoomed down towards the person who called her a pain in the neck. She then SCREAMED in her face:
"Oh, sure!!! No one likes moaning, miserable, moping, morbid Myrtle because she's just a horrible PAIN in the neck!!!! And I suppose you're much better than her, is that it? WELL FINE THEN! I wouldn't want you to visit me for all the golden toilet seats in the world!"
She let out an ear piercing scream that could be heard all the way out of the room and down the hallway.
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"Talking about old Nick, are we?" The smiling ghost trod up on his horse next to the gossiping couple (Dorian and Anna.) His chest was puffed out and he looked like if he had just won a great victory against an army of dragons. "I wouldn't about that old sport if I were you. I'm sure he's gotten over not being able to join our hunt. He's as jovial as the next fellow if you know what I'm saying. Besides, not everyone can be special!"
And with an "AHA!!!" he was off to congratulate Edgar. "Who's the Deathday boy!" he shouted, extending a ghostly hand towards the host. "Fine job on the decorations, my fellow, fine job! Now, let's see if I can get my compatriots to entertain these living guests of ours with a few tricks! That ought to liven the place up, eh? HAHA!!!"
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I had to get this post up quickly and didn't have time to describe the party, but we'll just say it looks a lot like the party from COS: Ash covered feast, terrible sounding organs, and lots and lots of chilly ghosts. You can have you kid react to the surroundings - several ghost accounts will be joining us shortly! 
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