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emjay · 05-15-2021, 01:36 AM

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It is the deprimo that does the trick on the floor and the reducto that forces both children back into the wall with enough force to knock the air out of them. Explosions in close quarters were not something the Headmaster had ever advised.

Falling through the floor, the scenery begins to change. Some may even call it inspiring while others...a requirement for your exams. However you see it, it's time to move on. Your next stop is a garden. There are butterflies and a fountain with a famous former founder you may recognise to be Helga Hufflepuff. There are benches by the fountain if you'd like to have a seat. Take a load off. Is that lemonade on a tray? How brilliant. Less brilliant, the boggart that has been creeping up on you this entire time. Suddenly, you are confronted by your worst fear. Think quickly.

SPOILER!!: Pax

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Originally Posted by Tegz

The Alice's Adventures in Wonderland moment would have been far more appreciated and interesting if Pax hadn't been winded by the blast back from Morgan's spell. It could have been worse and.... suddenly they were in a garden.

Despite being a little winded still, Pax was intrigued by the illusion. She took it all in though she wasn't even a little bit tempted by the lemonade or the welcoming vibe. Both things were suspicious. She was not going to succumb to a trap for Hufflepuffs. Her natural mistrust meant she was very quick to discover the boggart. Pax whirled around and her eyes widened slightly as she was confronted with it.

Her twin was stalking towards her.

Boggart!Nemesis stopped in front of her and then announced tonelessly, "I hate you. You mean nothing to me. You're worth nothing to me."

Pax had not faced a boggart before, actually, and had always wondered in a dispassionate sort of way what it might appear as for her since she could never mentally conjure anything that did scare her for herself. There had never been anything concrete haunting her dreams and she had no fears that she could put any name to, but apparently there was something. Just one thing, and Pax was entirely unprepared.

"Ri-riddikulus."

"Yes," it agreed, sounding bored, "you are."

The incantation had been a reflex, and there had been nothing behind it and no wand movement either, given her wand hand had dipped somewhat upon coming face to face with the boggart version of her twin. Pax tried to rally, fighting the sudden existential dread that she was drowning in. It didn't feel like what she thought fear should feel like. She didn't feel scared, she felt... wrecked. Flayed. Destroyed.

Riddikulus should, by rights, be an easy spell for her as most spells were. She was adept at non-verbals, she was good with her wand, and the theory of it was perfectly manageable. She had to reimagine her boggart as something else to combat it. Something silly or harmless or funny. Slowly an image formed in her mind: her twin as they might have been. In frills. In pink. Bows. Lace. Ribbons. A figure shaped closer to her own. The ridiculous image was Xanthe, or a version thereof, and Pax almost vomited. Clad in silliness as that image may have been, that was a stranger, and an entirely unwelcome one, even in the private confines of her own mind.

"No." She couldn't. She wouldn't. Not even to escape a boggart would she misgender her twin. That wasn't a fear, that was a fact. Pax closed her eyes, and Boggart!Nemesis continued to tonelessly inform her of things Pax had begun to know over the previous school year, during her time in the room.

"Morgan." She used his actual name rather than the usual nickname, her voice strained. "I can't." there was no other image coming to mind that felt strong enough to defeat this manifestation for her, but she wouldn't do it. She needed Morgan to help her.

For what it was worth, Morgan thought the bigger the explosion, the better. Why go for neat and precise when you could do big and loud and exciting? It was only the fact that they were in close quarters that he didn't try something larger and more dangerous. The breaking open of the floor was rather satisfying and getting thrown back was all just a hazard of the job. An exhilarating one at that.

And falling through the flor? Even better. Once Morgan caught his breath again, he took a look around at the scenery. This was.... interesting. "Is this a daydream charm, d'you think?" he idly asked Pax, curious about what they were meant to be doing. Catching them off guard, maybe? Morgan was still rather alert though, his wand still gripped in his hand, and he wasn't about to indulge in lemonade or resting on a bench. He was caught a little by surprise to suddenly see Nemesis there confronting Pax, however.

It took Morgan a hot minute to realize that this Nemesis was actually a boggart and not the real traitor sixth year in the flesh. Their appearance was at first confusing, but soon drew out his ire, especially after what they said. Things that he'd suspected that they'd made her feel, especially after their time in the room. But he was really surprised by Pax's reaction. Morgan was certain he'd never seen her so vulnerable.

He was about to step in anyway when he heard her say his name and he gave her a reassuring nod. "It's okay. I got this." Switching his wand to his non-dominant hand, Morgan stepped in front of the boggart and punched it in the face. Of course, he knew that this was not how one got rid of boggarts, but it was a little satisfying in the moment. Less satisfying that it did not of course fight back, but instead was changing shape now that it was in front of him.

Having never faced a boggart before, Morgan wondered what shape his might take. He'd always thought of himself as rather fearless for the most part so this would maybe be interesting. Eventually the boggart morphed from Nemesis Upstead to the decaying form of a reanimated Lucien Rosier. A Lucien Rosier advancing on him with his threats of crucio and sending him back to that room, but this time to leave him locked in there alone until his eventual death.

Momentarily stunned and intimidated, a wide-eyed Morgan took a step back before switching his wand back to his dominant hand. "No," he said, setting his jaw. "You're dead." He knew theoretically how to defeat a boggart and tried to picture something funny and ridiculous before swinging his wand back around to point at the gross, decaying figure.

"Riddikulus!" He pictured the form of the deceased former headmaster turning into a ridiculous-looking sad-faced clown, complete with honkable red nose and squirting lapel flower. The thought was amusing to Morgan, though maybe in a more spiteful way. But enough to make him laugh because he really was a clown.

05-15-2021, 01:36 AM	#2 (permalink)
emjay DMAC & DERP Pygmy Puff Join Date: Jun 2008 Location: working Posts: 18,087 Hogwarts RPG Name: Phoenix Marchbanks Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Wiley Whittebrook Hufflepuff Second Year Ministry RPG Name: Kendra Jordan-Durand Accidents & Catastrophes Ministry RPG Name: Gunnar McCarthy-Toussaint Ecological Protection x12 x5	From DADA Lesson 1 Unforgivably Cursed \| adultescent Quote: It is the deprimo that does the trick on the floor and the reducto that forces both children back into the wall with enough force to knock the air out of them. Explosions in close quarters were not something the Headmaster had ever advised. Falling through the floor, the scenery begins to change. Some may even call it inspiring while others...a requirement for your exams. However you see it, it's time to move on. Your next stop is a garden. There are butterflies and a fountain with a famous former founder you may recognise to be Helga Hufflepuff. There are benches by the fountain if you'd like to have a seat. Take a load off. Is that lemonade on a tray? How brilliant. Less brilliant, the boggart that has been creeping up on you this entire time. Suddenly, you are confronted by your worst fear. Think quickly. SPOILER!!: Pax Quote: Originally Posted by Tegz The Alice's Adventures in Wonderland moment would have been far more appreciated and interesting if Pax hadn't been winded by the blast back from Morgan's spell. It could have been worse and.... suddenly they were in a garden. Despite being a little winded still, Pax was intrigued by the illusion. She took it all in though she wasn't even a little bit tempted by the lemonade or the welcoming vibe. Both things were suspicious. She was not going to succumb to a trap for Hufflepuffs. Her natural mistrust meant she was very quick to discover the boggart. Pax whirled around and her eyes widened slightly as she was confronted with it. Her twin was stalking towards her. Boggart!Nemesis stopped in front of her and then announced tonelessly, "I hate you. You mean nothing to me. You're worth nothing to me." Pax had not faced a boggart before, actually, and had always wondered in a dispassionate sort of way what it might appear as for her since she could never mentally conjure anything that did scare her for herself. There had never been anything concrete haunting her dreams and she had no fears that she could put any name to, but apparently there was something. Just one thing, and Pax was entirely unprepared. "Ri-riddikulus." "Yes," it agreed, sounding bored, "you are." The incantation had been a reflex, and there had been nothing behind it and no wand movement either, given her wand hand had dipped somewhat upon coming face to face with the boggart version of her twin. Pax tried to rally, fighting the sudden existential dread that she was drowning in. It didn't feel like what she thought fear should feel like. She didn't feel scared, she felt... wrecked. Flayed. Destroyed. Riddikulus should, by rights, be an easy spell for her as most spells were. She was adept at non-verbals, she was good with her wand, and the theory of it was perfectly manageable. She had to reimagine her boggart as something else to combat it. Something silly or harmless or funny. Slowly an image formed in her mind: her twin as they might have been. In frills. In pink. Bows. Lace. Ribbons. A figure shaped closer to her own. The ridiculous image was Xanthe, or a version thereof, and Pax almost vomited. Clad in silliness as that image may have been, that was a stranger, and an entirely unwelcome one, even in the private confines of her own mind. "No." She couldn't. She wouldn't. Not even to escape a boggart would she misgender her twin. That wasn't a fear, that was a fact. Pax closed her eyes, and Boggart!Nemesis continued to tonelessly inform her of things Pax had begun to know over the previous school year, during her time in the room. "Morgan." She used his actual name rather than the usual nickname, her voice strained. *"I can't."* there was no other image coming to mind that felt strong enough to defeat this manifestation for her, but she wouldn't do it. She needed Morgan to help her. For what it was worth, Morgan thought the bigger the explosion, the better. Why go for neat and precise when you could do big and loud and exciting? It was only the fact that they were in close quarters that he didn't try something larger and more dangerous. The breaking open of the floor was rather satisfying and getting thrown back was all just a hazard of the job. An exhilarating one at that. And falling through the flor? Even better. Once Morgan caught his breath again, he took a look around at the scenery. This was.... interesting. "Is this a daydream charm, d'you think?" he idly asked Pax, curious about what they were meant to be doing. Catching them off guard, maybe? Morgan was still rather alert though, his wand still gripped in his hand, and he wasn't about to indulge in lemonade or resting on a bench. He was caught a little by surprise to suddenly see Nemesis there confronting Pax, however. It took Morgan a hot minute to realize that this Nemesis was actually a boggart and not the real traitor sixth year in the flesh. Their appearance was at first confusing, but soon drew out his ire, especially after what they said. Things that he'd suspected that they'd made her feel, especially after their time in the room. But he was really surprised by Pax's reaction. Morgan was certain he'd never seen her so vulnerable. He was about to step in anyway when he heard her say his name and he gave her a reassuring nod. "It's okay. I got this." Switching his wand to his non-dominant hand, Morgan stepped in front of the boggart and punched it in the face. Of course, he knew that this was not how one got rid of boggarts, but it was a little satisfying in the moment. Less satisfying that it did not of course fight back, but instead was changing shape now that it was in front of him. Having never faced a boggart before, Morgan wondered what shape his might take. He'd always thought of himself as rather fearless for the most part so this would maybe be interesting. Eventually the boggart morphed from Nemesis Upstead to the decaying form of a reanimated Lucien Rosier. A Lucien Rosier advancing on him with his threats of crucio and sending him back to that room, but this time to leave him locked in there alone until his eventual death. Momentarily stunned and intimidated, a wide-eyed Morgan took a step back before switching his wand back to his dominant hand. "No," he said, setting his jaw. "You're dead." He knew theoretically how to defeat a boggart and tried to picture something funny and ridiculous before swinging his wand back around to point at the gross, decaying figure. "Riddikulus!" He pictured the form of the deceased former headmaster turning into a ridiculous-looking sad-faced clown, complete with honkable red nose and squirting lapel flower. The thought was amusing to Morgan, though maybe in a more spiteful way. But enough to make him laugh because he really was a clown. __________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________ ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line Last edited by emjay; 05-15-2021 at 06:38 PM.