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DaniDiNardo · 05-17-2021, 02:28 PM

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Originally Posted by emjay

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.

While it had had a good time feeding off the fear of the first student—and even the boy—it was short lived. The boggart began to morph again, settling in the form of a clown.

Now that you've made it this far, you find there is a door waiting for you. The door however, is locked. No amount of spells will open this door as it has been sealed. The only way to get it will be through the field of inferi that guard the box containing the key. The box very clearly has the word key on it for the less subtle among you. Hopefully you've been brushing up and know what to do. It wouldn't do to have them rip you limb from limb and bring you to the side of the dead...er...undead.

SPOILER!!: Adara-Stark, Connolly, Balthazar-Dos Santos

SPOILER!!: Blackthorne

SPOILER!!: Jones

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Originally Posted by MadMadamMalfoy

Heath looked on, poised to try conjuring a fire rope if his initial spells had failed, but it wasn't necessary. The Inferi were gone, leaving him able to take the key and open the door. He stepped inside, shivering at the chill in the air, and his heartbeat quickened. This reminded him way too much of fourth year when the fake headmaster abandoned everyone in the Forbidden Forest. Whatever's in here, please don't be an acromantula! he thought.

His dark eyes darted about, taking in as much of his surroundings as the darkness allowed. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched… or followed. Or both. The feeling was all but confirmed as a rsttling noise startled him. He turned in the direction of the sound, wand at the ready. For a fleeting moment, the thought crossed his mind to try casting lumos, but he decided against it. Although it would help him see, it could also lead whatever made that sound straight to him.

Then he saw it - a hand reaching out at him - and he knew instantly that he was dealing with a dementor. Panic set in. He knew how to defeat it, but he didn't know if he could do it. Despite successfully casting a patronus last term, he'd been unable to produce it again since being imprisoned in The Room… though he wasn't sure if that was due to lack of access to his wand or negative feelings holding him back. Only one way to find our, he supposed!

His thoughts turned to Christmas Eve three terms ago, the happiest he'd ever felt… of students and professors alike gathered in the Great Hall, of decorating a tree, of that feeling of butterflies in his stomach when he looked at her, of knowing he'd never have to be alone again. Concentrating on that memory with all his strength, he aimed his wand at the hand coming toward him and cast, "Expecto Patronum!"

He watched as silver whisps shot out of the tip of his wand, hoping to see them take the form of a swan as they had in his previous successes with the spell, but they remained an amorphous mass. Still, an incorporeal patronus was better than nothing, right? He hoped so!

Shapeless as it is, it does the trick and the dementor retreats.

You've defeated the dementor and gotten the door open. Once you walk through this door, you find yourself back in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. The Headmaster is sat at his desk awaiting your arrival. He asks you to assess how prepared you were for this activity, what you feel you could improve on and how you felt while going through it. Honesty is fine.

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DaniDiNardo MO & DMLE Crup Join Date: May 2012 Location: Over here! (GMT -5) Posts: 17,236 Hogwarts RPG Name: Emmerson N. J. Cambridge Gryffindor Sixth Year Ministry RPG Name: Alexa Christina Cambridge Law Enforcement Ministry RPG Name: Kodee Chosen Minister's Office x12 x12	Sorry for the wait guys, just landed and got settled <3 Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite SPOILER!!: McCarthy, Upstead. P Text Cut: quotes Quote: Originally Posted by emjay 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. While it had had a good time feeding off the fear of the first student—and even the boy—it was short lived. The boggart began to morph again, settling in the form of a clown. Now that you've made it this far, you find there is a door waiting for you. The door however, is locked. No amount of spells will open this door as it has been sealed. The only way to get it will be through the field of inferi that guard the box containing the key. The box very clearly has the word key on it for the less subtle among you. Hopefully you've been brushing up and know what to do. It wouldn't do to have them rip you limb from limb and bring you to the side of the dead...er...undead. SPOILER!!: Adara-Stark, Connolly, Balthazar-Dos Santos Text Cut: quote Quote: Originally Posted by PhoenixRising Apollo definitely was the textbook definition of oblivious, but also he was in full fledge Gryffindor protection mode too which meant looking out for his friends, both new and old. Moving on though because they needed to keep it moving and it wasn't a matter of being rude, but they had to get through this task and he'd already made for the brief introductions, he could squinted into the darkness hearing breathing and footsteps. "Lumos," He cast, even though Bella had cast as well, but all the light would definitely be helpful. "Ssh, Ser--," he urged, feeling her close and perhaps in between himself and Bella. Did he have a plan? Uh -- He frowned, looking around the room. "Atlas used bombarda last year. I think I could probably manage that one." When in doubt, blowing things up definitely seemed like a good distraction measure. You've managed to illuminate the room but your problems have only just begun! The light from your wand reveals you are surrounding by the...well not yet for you but infamous terror dummies commissioned by Headmaster Trent. They have a certain...viciousness to them. You may have noticed by the way they keep grabbing at you and pulling you in all directions. They try to tear at your clothes. You must get them away from you. If only there was a spell...that could...push things away. Wouldn't that be convenient? SPOILER!!: Blackthorne Text Cut: quote Quote: Originally Posted by MadAlice Violet was getting frustrated. None of her spells seemed to be working, the dummies seemed to be protected against her. But the only protection spell she could think of was Protego, which had been her standby defense during the recent battle. *"Protego duo!"* she cried, trying to dodge the dummies. She really was not sure what else to do. The spell protects you well enough. Perhaps....a hex repelling charm next time but it’s time to move on! Merlin, what a workout! You look like you could use a moment's rest. The room opens up and the dummies vanish. Such a lovely garden. There are butterflies and a fountain with a famous former founder you may recognise to be Godric Gryffindor. 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!!: Jones Text Cut: quote Quote: Originally Posted by MadMadamMalfoy Heath looked on, poised to try conjuring a fire rope if his initial spells had failed, but it wasn't necessary. The Inferi were gone, leaving him able to take the key and open the door. He stepped inside, shivering at the chill in the air, and his heartbeat quickened. This reminded him way too much of fourth year when the fake headmaster abandoned everyone in the Forbidden Forest. Whatever's in here, please don't be an acromantula! he thought. His dark eyes darted about, taking in as much of his surroundings as the darkness allowed. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched… or followed. Or both. The feeling was all but confirmed as a rsttling noise startled him. He turned in the direction of the sound, wand at the ready. For a fleeting moment, the thought crossed his mind to try casting lumos, but he decided against it. Although it would help him see, it could also lead whatever made that sound straight to him. Then he saw it - a hand reaching out at him - and he knew instantly that he was dealing with a dementor. Panic set in. He knew how to defeat it, but he didn't know if he could do it. Despite successfully casting a patronus last term, he'd been unable to produce it again since being imprisoned in The Room… though he wasn't sure if that was due to lack of access to his wand or negative feelings holding him back. Only one way to find our, he supposed! His thoughts turned to Christmas Eve three terms ago, the happiest he'd ever felt… of students and professors alike gathered in the Great Hall, of decorating a tree, of that feeling of butterflies in his stomach when he looked at her, of knowing he'd never have to be alone again. Concentrating on that memory with all his strength, he aimed his wand at the hand coming toward him and cast, "Expecto Patronum!" He watched as silver whisps shot out of the tip of his wand, hoping to see them take the form of a swan as they had in his previous successes with the spell, but they remained an amorphous mass. Still, an incorporeal patronus was better than nothing, right? He hoped so! Shapeless as it is, it does the trick and the dementor retreats. You've defeated the dementor and gotten the door open. Once you walk through this door, you find yourself back in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. The Headmaster is sat at his desk awaiting your arrival. He asks you to assess how prepared you were for this activity, what you feel you could improve on and how you felt while going through it. Honesty is fine. __________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________ ______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said. Last edited by DaniDiNardo; 05-17-2021 at 02:33 PM.