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Ashwinder · 02-02-2010, 08:26 PM

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Originally Posted by Faerilicious

Rhea Steele was in the process of having a full panic attack (it was not the first) right there, in the entrance hall of this ridiculously grand school. There were basically three reasons behind the said attack just waiting to happen. One, being that they were at the freaking Winchester Academy of Magic; they were in the entrance hall, in fact. Not at the Swiss School. Two, Matt was missing. She could NOT find him in the crowd. She lost him in between the carriages and the hall. Third, they were in WINCHESTER ACADEMY OF MAGIC! Of all the schools the Swiss Ministry of Magic could transfer them off to, they had to choose THIS one? Really?

Personally, Rhea wouldn’t have minded attending Hogwarts or Beauxbatons or even Hudsons.

“MATT?!” The brunette called out in the crowd, her eyes searching for her friend.

And then the doors opened.

And Rhea's jaw dropped.

This was not a SCHOOL hall. This was some sort of five star hotel ballroom hall.

Matthew Darcy was lost. It had been a long ride in the carriages and the train, and he thought no one would miss him if he slipped out of the pack in an attempt to find the bathroom. Key word attempt. One would assume that bathrooms would be located near the banquet hall, but apparently the Winchester architects did things differently.

He actually started going up some stairs at one point, before thinking that this couldn't possibly be right. Upon arriving at the bottom, however, he forgot where exactly he'd come from; there were three hallways he could take, one to either side and one in front, and he could hear noise from all three. And he still needed to use the bathroom.

Matt took a breath and looked around. If in doubt choose right? He set off, succeeding in doing a lap of most of the ground floor before finding a door with a familiar symbol on it. He pushed the door open with relief, but then stopped in his tracks. "This ain't a bathroom, it's a lounge!" But then he saw the toilet stalls and shrugged. At this point, fancy decorating could take a back seat.

When he was finished he realized he had another problem; how to get back? At least this one was easier to answer. He took a deep whiff and proceeded to follow the smell of food. Surely, surely the kitchen would be next to the banquet hall? They wouldn't mind if he cut through and in, would they?

He opened the door to the kitchen and stepped in, and it was like an overlord had entered the ranks. The cooks immediately started gibbering excuses and promises to be ready soon, and he raised his palms at them, "Whoa, I'm just lost, relax. Where's the dining hall?"

They just stared at him, and slowly one pointed a spoon in the direction of a far door. He moved to it quickly and opened it a crack to peer out. Hey! The other Swiss kids were just entering!

Matt slipped out of the door and moved along the edge of the hall until he was safely back in the ranks of the middle-class. Smooth.

02-02-2010, 08:26 PM	#24 (permalink)
Ashwinder MO Puffskein Join Date: Sep 2009 Location: Staring at a Wall. Posts: 2,285 Hogwarts RPG Name: Elias Inkwell First Year x7	Snake disguised as Raven Browncoat Quote: Originally Posted by Faerilicious Rhea Steele was in the process of having a full panic attack (it was not the first) right there, in the entrance hall of this ridiculously grand school. There were basically three reasons behind the said attack just waiting to happen. One, being that they were at the freaking Winchester Academy of Magic; they were in the entrance hall, in fact. Not at the Swiss School. Two, Matt was missing. She could NOT find him in the crowd. She lost him in between the carriages and the hall. Third, they were in WINCHESTER ACADEMY OF MAGIC! Of all the schools the Swiss Ministry of Magic could transfer them off to, they had to choose THIS one? Really? Personally, Rhea wouldn’t have minded attending Hogwarts or Beauxbatons or even Hudsons. “MATT?!” The brunette called out in the crowd, her eyes searching for her friend. And then the doors opened. And Rhea's jaw dropped. This was not a SCHOOL hall. This was some sort of five star hotel ballroom hall. Matthew Darcy was lost. It had been a long ride in the carriages and the train, and he thought no one would miss him if he slipped out of the pack in an attempt to find the bathroom. Key word attempt. One would assume that bathrooms would be located near the banquet hall, but apparently the Winchester architects did things differently. He actually started going up some stairs at one point, before thinking that this couldn't possibly be right. Upon arriving at the bottom, however, he forgot where exactly he'd come from; there were three hallways he could take, one to either side and one in front, and he could hear noise from all three. And he still needed to use the bathroom. Matt took a breath and looked around. If in doubt choose right? He set off, succeeding in doing a lap of most of the ground floor before finding a door with a familiar symbol on it. He pushed the door open with relief, but then stopped in his tracks. "This ain't a bathroom, it's a lounge!" But then he saw the toilet stalls and shrugged. At this point, fancy decorating could take a back seat. When he was finished he realized he had another problem; how to get back? At least this one was easier to answer. He took a deep whiff and proceeded to follow the smell of food. Surely, surely the kitchen would be next to the banquet hall? They wouldn't mind if he cut through and in, would they? He opened the door to the kitchen and stepped in, and it was like an overlord had entered the ranks. The cooks immediately started gibbering excuses and promises to be ready soon, and he raised his palms at them, "Whoa, I'm just lost, relax. Where's the dining hall?" They just stared at him, and slowly one pointed a spoon in the direction of a far door. He moved to it quickly and opened it a crack to peer out. Hey! The other Swiss kids were just entering! Matt slipped out of the door and moved along the edge of the hall until he was safely back in the ranks of the middle-class. Smooth.