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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Reuben Albert Darcy-Stemp
Hufflepuff
Fifth Year

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Billie Love Stemp
Gryffindor
Third Year

Ministry RPG Name:
Fintan Darcy
Ecological Protection
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SPOILER!!: Ivy, Scarlett & the room
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Originally Posted by AlwaysSnapesGirl View Post
Even knowing what she knew about hinkypunks, it was interesting how tempting it still was to follow the light. Nothing here was real, of course, this was all just for a lesson, but it still felt real. The mud, the smell, the darkness... The light promised freedom from it all, and Ivy very much wanted to get out of this place.

But fortunately she had Florrie and the Hufflepuff first year - she really ought to find out her name, but she hadn't been able to get a look at her name tag yet - with her...or at least she had Florrie, because the first year didn't seem to be listening to her and was wandering towards the probable hinkypunk now.

Though...the older Hufflepuff had a good point. Realistically they should go in a different direction, but considering the circumstances surrounding the bog? It would probably be too easy to just walk away and stumble upon another door out of there.

Ivy nodded. "That makes sense to me," she said, taking several careful steps forward. "Looks like someone wants to lead us in that direction anyway." She nodded in the first year's direction. They couldn't just leave her to face the creature on her own.
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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo View Post
It does seem that something wants to lead you away, but when it becomes clear you won’t be getting any closer, you suddenly find yourself under fire—literally!! Fireballs rain down from the sky, the hunkypunk moving ever closer.

Watch out?[/COLOR]
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Again, sticking together didn't seem necessary when it was all pretend, BESIDES, that ignorant of a Hufflepuff didn't want her company, so Scarlett wouldn't bother either.

She also pretended she couldn't hear the girls, although she COULD and WAS. Nothing useful was coming from them and the hinkypunk seemed to be just chill--

GREAT BALLS OF FIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The little girl SCREEEEEEAMED and splashed bog mud all over the place as she started flailing and running around. "OW!!!!!!!!" SMALL BALL OF FIRE HIT HER RIGHT HAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Good thing she was left-handed, huh? Still. "OW!!!!" Tearful glares at YOU, fake!hinkypunk. She'd have to go to the hospital wing afterwards for SURE.

The Hufflepuff shoved her burned hand in the bog mud, which soothed the burning feeling straight away. Phew! But THEN!!!!!!!! Oh, THEN!!!!!!!!!!!! THEN!!!!!!!!! She pulled her hand back out of the mud and started running TOWARDS the fake!hinkypunk, her lit up wand stretched right in front of her.

DIIIIIE, FAKE!CREATURE, DIIIIIIIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Florrie was fighting the urge to go after the hinkypunk with everything she had. She had never thought it would be this difficult to resist something she knew would be dangerous, but it was proving her wrong. They were doing well, though, and Ivy agreed with her idea that they probably should go towards it, if only because there was no other way out. And the younger girl was strolling off that way. Florrie followed Ivy's gaze after Scarlett and rolled her eyes, huffing a little in agreement.

It was when she was thinking she was glad she waterproofed her shoes and robes as soon as they'd got into the room that the first fireball fell. Blinking in surprise, it wasn't until Scarlett screamed that Florrie lifted her wand. "Protego!" she cried, aiming slightly above them, hoping the shield charm would deflect the fireballs. About to ask whether the youngest girl needed help with her hand, Florrie was cut off by the kid running toward the creature.

Swearing in French under her breath, Florrie followed after, hoping her shield charm would hold off the fireballs for now.
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