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pundantic · 01-06-2022, 11:30 PM

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Originally Posted by TakemetotheBurrow

So. many. rooms.

Nerina was nosy so of course she was wandering the halls, casually checking which doors were unlocked. A gentle twist of a door knob here, a little push there. It was the doors that wouldn't open for her that made her pause the longest. Like the one she was currently standing in front of, ear pressed to the wood. She could've sworn she'd heard something inside. She was tempted to knock, but for now she was just listening.

The fifth year liked Hogwarts. It wasn't as flashy as Beauxbatons and everything felt more like it had been slapped together by some wonky charms rather than anything more intentional, but the brick structure still somehow commanded respect. He wondered if it was the mischief that was built in the castle's DNA. Things never were what they seemed and that was, if not else, intriguing.

What was not new, not unexpected, was the familiar sight Gideon happened upon on the sixth floor. It was like something pulled straight from the pages his childhood. Nerina. Where she wasn't supposed to be. Gideon felt pressure, the same one he often saw his father pinch whenever work was exceptionally stressful, mount behind his eyes. And the Slytherin said rather dryly, "What're you doing?"

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pundantic MO Moke Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: Winterfell Posts: 8,763 Hogwarts RPG Name: Gideon Emerson Slytherin Seventh Year x4	Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN Quote: Originally Posted by TakemetotheBurrow So. many. rooms. Nerina was nosy so of course she was wandering the halls, casually checking which doors were unlocked. A gentle twist of a door knob here, a little push there. It was the doors that wouldn't open for her that made her pause the longest. Like the one she was currently standing in front of, ear pressed to the wood. She could've sworn she'd heard something inside. She was tempted to knock, but for now she was just listening. The fifth year liked Hogwarts. It wasn't as flashy as Beauxbatons and everything felt more like it had been slapped together by some wonky charms rather than anything more intentional, but the brick structure still somehow commanded respect. He wondered if it was the mischief that was built in the castle's DNA. Things never were what they seemed and that was, if not else, intriguing. What was not new, not unexpected, was the familiar sight Gideon happened upon on the sixth floor. It was like something pulled straight from the pages his childhood. Nerina. Where she wasn't supposed to be. Gideon felt pressure, the same one he often saw his father pinch whenever work was exceptionally stressful, mount behind his eyes. And the Slytherin said rather dryly, "What're you doing?" __________________