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Arithmancy and the Headmistress' Office are the primary features on this arguably boring floor. Of course there are plenty of nooks and crannies to explore here, though the doors that fill the second-floor corridor, for the most part, open up to storerooms and vacant classrooms or offices. At least there are plenty of statues and portraits and a few suits of armour scattered about to make exploring a little more interesting.
Not far after stepping onto the second floor, the corridor opens up to a large, high-ceilinged foyer that branches off to the rest of the corridors on this level of the castle. One corridor containing a portrait of Bridget Wenlock will take you directly to the Arithmancy classroom and an antechamber; a large stone gargoyle can be seen in the distance down the middle corridor; and the other corridor will lead you toward an antechamber and, further down, the girls' bathroom. This part of the castle is not carpeted because of Moaning Myrtle's frequent habit of flooding the bathroom.
Dusty dusty dusty, the whole castle was dusty and Tinka had to get it clean for the studentsies. It wasn’t fair, so many other elfsies around, why couldn’t Tinka go back to the kitchen to whip up tasty treats with her whisk? This was no fun. You couldn’t whisk dust and dirt, no no no, that would make her whisk dirty and nothing would get cleaned.
Algamus should have let Tinka stay down in the kitchen. Sometimes he was too grumpy when it came to chores. Toddles could do the chores and Tinka could bake!
Maybe she would bake Algamus that cake afterall. He could relax and Tinka could get back to her most favouritest job at Hogwarts.
The elf sighed wistfully at the idea. Whisking from morning til night, not this dusting business that left her grumbling while she made her way down the corridor.
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It was the dead of night, and Maxton Carden slowly made his way up to the second floor, the only sound was the soft thud of his slippers on the cold corridor floor. He came to a sudden stop when he reached the right spot between a portrait and the statue of a gargoyle.
The Slytherin gazed momentarily at the bare stone wall before reaching into the rucksack of supplies he had brought along.
He dipped a paintbrush into a small pot of bright red paint and got to work, moving the brush in swift, concise strokes. He normally wasn't the artistic type, but it seemed something had changed tonight and it didn't take long for the red hawk to become visible in the strokes he was making.
Satisfied with his work, Max dipped the brush back into the red paint and got to work underneath his creation.
This time, they were words:
END THE STRUGGLE
His job complete, Max packed his rucksack, slung it over one shoulder and wandered drowsily back in the direction of the Slytherin Common Room.
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It was the dead of night, and Maxton Carden slowly made his way up to the second floor, the only sound was the soft thud of his slippers on the cold corridor floor. He came to a sudden stop when he reached the right spot between a portrait and the statue of a gargoyle.
The Slytherin gazed momentarily at the bare stone wall before reaching into the rucksack of supplies he had brought along.
He dipped a paintbrush into a small pot of bright red paint and got to work, moving the brush in swift, concise strokes. He normally wasn't the artistic type, but it seemed something had changed tonight and it didn't take long for the red hawk to become visible in the strokes he was making.
Satisfied with his work, Max dipped the brush back into the red paint and got to work underneath his creation.
This time, they were words:
END THE STRUGGLE
His job complete, Max packed his rucksack, slung it over one shoulder and wandered drowsily back in the direction of the Slytherin Common Room.
Why was Rhea even awake at this awful hour? Yawn. Ahead of her was a morning of errands and trying to find certain people and she was over it before it had even begun. She'd tried to get herself pumped up for the day ahead by taking a morning shower and going for a run...but that hadn't done the trick.
She was still catching her breath from the run when she decided to nip up to the girls' bathroom on the second floor. Then she'd get breakfast, she decided. Before she reached the bathroom, however, something caught her eye. Words and an image sprawled across the walls in red. Rhea read it with narrowed eyes and instinctively looked around for a culprit. There was no one in sight, of course. It must have been done at some other time. From the look of the paint - which appeared to be mostly dry - it could have been done the previous night...
Fantastic. Just what she needed today. Whatever this was.
.......Was it reasonable for her to go to the bathroom first before reporting this? ... No? Fine. Fine. Like the good student she was, Rhea hurried down the corridor to find the nearest teacher.
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Why was Rhea even awake at this awful hour? Yawn. Ahead of her was a morning of errands and trying to find certain people and she was over it before it had even begun. She'd tried to get herself pumped up for the day ahead by taking a morning shower and going for a run...but that hadn't done the trick.
She was still catching her breath from the run when she decided to nip up to the girls' bathroom on the second floor. Then she'd get breakfast, she decided. Before she reached the bathroom, however, something caught her eye. Words and an image sprawled across the walls in red. Rhea read it with narrowed eyes and instinctively looked around for a culprit. There was no one in sight, of course. It must have been done at some other time. From the look of the paint - which appeared to be mostly dry - it could have been done the previous night...
Fantastic. Just what she needed today. Whatever this was.
.......Was it reasonable for her to go to the bathroom first before reporting this? ... No? Fine. Fine. Like the good student she was, Rhea hurried down the corridor to find the nearest teacher.
Morning patrols were ghastly at least that was Laurel's view on this particular morning. She had gone up before 6am to eat a quick before going on patrol of the lower floors of the castle. She had come upon a first year snake sleeping outside the entrance wall to the snake common room. After waking him up and giving him a nice long and wordy earful about forgetting how to access the common room and being out after curfew Laurel was slowly making her way back to the Divination Tower.
The patrol was over so she did have some time to spare before she had to teach her first class. Maybe she should stop by the library and see if Kalen had some books he could recommend her to read? Laurel thoughts on books and authors were just then interrupted by Ms Durant running down the corridor and straight for her. Putting a hand up to stop her Laurel asked mildly curious. "Ms Durant, what's the hurry?"
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Why was Rhea even awake at this awful hour? Yawn. Ahead of her was a morning of errands and trying to find certain people and she was over it before it had even begun. She'd tried to get herself pumped up for the day ahead by taking a morning shower and going for a run...but that hadn't done the trick.
She was still catching her breath from the run when she decided to nip up to the girls' bathroom on the second floor. Then she'd get breakfast, she decided. Before she reached the bathroom, however, something caught her eye. Words and an image sprawled across the walls in red. Rhea read it with narrowed eyes and instinctively looked around for a culprit. There was no one in sight, of course. It must have been done at some other time. From the look of the paint - which appeared to be mostly dry - it could have been done the previous night...
Fantastic. Just what she needed today. Whatever this was.
.......Was it reasonable for her to go to the bathroom first before reporting this? ... No? Fine. Fine. Like the good student she was, Rhea hurried down the corridor to find the nearest teacher.
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Originally Posted by Nordic Witch
Morning patrols were ghastly at least that was Laurel's view on this particular morning. She had gone up before 6am to eat a quick before going on patrol of the lower floors of the castle. She had come upon a first year snake sleeping outside the entrance wall to the snake common room. After waking him up and giving him a nice long and wordy earful about forgetting how to access the common room and being out after curfew Laurel was slowly making her way back to the Divination Tower.
The patrol was over so she did have some time to spare before she had to teach her first class. Maybe she should stop by the library and see if Kalen had some books he could recommend her to read? Laurel thoughts on books and authors were just then interrupted by Ms Durant running down the corridor and straight for her. Putting a hand up to stop her Laurel asked mildly curious. "Ms Durant, what's the hurry?"
Jessa wasn't a morning person....but she wasn't necessarily not a morning person either, if that made sense. Depending on the motivation to be up so early, the young girl could be awake before the sun or she could stay in bed until midday. Classes were usually the reason her bed until noon was not a possibility during the days within the week where she was just NOT feeling up to the method of education a particular class would likely offer that day.
Today was easy being up early, but more accurately stated she had not yet gone to sleep. With everything she now needed to catch up on with her new lab, the Ravenclaw was back to the same predicament she'd found herself with at the start of term. Too much to do and too little time to do it.
Not sleeping was the only solution she had for now so it was the one she was going with.
After leaving her lab, the Prefect made her way lower in the castle, figuring on a cup of hot cocoa to get her into a more wakeful state while she waited for everyone else to be down for breakfast. It was the strokes of crimson from the corner of her eyes that caused her pause. Had Jaecar decided to paint outside of closets now or was someone else taking to decorating the walls of the castle? Curious, she slowed to a stop, not having been in much hurry to begin with.
.....Oh for Merlin's sake, not this again. She wouldn't lie, she was lowkey hoping this thing would all come to an end with Kitty's graduation. She'd been the only one so keen on repealing things.....her and Professor Stewart. Ugh. She should have figured. Further up the corridor she could see Rhea with Professor Vance. "Hey, have you guys seen this?" Jessa called to them, her voice nearly echoing in the silence of the mostly empty corridor. Yet another reminder that it was way too early for this.
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Originally Posted by Nordic Witch
Morning patrols were ghastly at least that was Laurel's view on this particular morning. She had gone up before 6am to eat a quick before going on patrol of the lower floors of the castle. She had come upon a first year snake sleeping outside the entrance wall to the snake common room. After waking him up and giving him a nice long and wordy earful about forgetting how to access the common room and being out after curfew Laurel was slowly making her way back to the Divination Tower.
The patrol was over so she did have some time to spare before she had to teach her first class. Maybe she should stop by the library and see if Kalen had some books he could recommend her to read? Laurel thoughts on books and authors were just then interrupted by Ms Durant running down the corridor and straight for her. Putting a hand up to stop her Laurel asked mildly curious. "Ms Durant, what's the hurry?"
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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo
Jessa wasn't a morning person....but she wasn't necessarily not a morning person either, if that made sense. Depending on the motivation to be up so early, the young girl could be awake before the sun or she could stay in bed until midday. Classes were usually the reason her bed until noon was not a possibility during the days within the week where she was just NOT feeling up to the method of education a particular class would likely offer that day.
Today was easy being up early, but more accurately stated she had not yet gone to sleep. With everything she now needed to catch up on with her new lab, the Ravenclaw was back to the same predicament she'd found herself with at the start of term. Too much to do and too little time to do it.
Not sleeping was the only solution she had for now so it was the one she was going with.
After leaving her lab, the Prefect made her way lower in the castle, figuring on a cup of hot cocoa to get her into a more wakeful state while she waited for everyone else to be down for breakfast. It was the strokes of crimson from the corner of her eyes that caused her pause. Had Jaecar decided to paint outside of closets now or was someone else taking to decorating the walls of the castle? Curious, she slowed to a stop, not having been in much hurry to begin with.
.....Oh for Merlin's sake, not this again. She wouldn't lie, she was lowkey hoping this thing would all come to an end with Kitty's graduation. She'd been the only one so keen on repealing things.....her and Professor Stewart. Ugh. She should have figured. Further up the corridor she could see Rhea with Professor Vance. "Hey, have you guys seen this?" Jessa called to them, her voice nearly echoing in the silence of the mostly empty corridor. Yet another reminder that it was way too early for this.
As Rhea was making her way down the corridor, she practically barrelled into exactly the person she wanted to see. Or... at least one of them. "Professor Vance," she paused, getting her breath back. "There's been another... incident." There was a touch of urgency in her voice but not loads because she thought this whole thing was more... weird than threatening. "A hawk... and words... in red," she added, in case the Professor had no idea what she meant. Rhea pointed down the corridor, just past a gargoyle statue, at the spot where the additions to Hogwarts' walls could just about be seen.
At that exact moment, Rhea noticed that Jessa was standing in front of the spot where she was pointing. Then Jessa called out to them. "Yeah," she replied, exchanging a look with the Professor and starting back towards it.
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.....Oh for Merlin's sake, not this again. She wouldn't lie, she was lowkey hoping this thing would all come to an end with Kitty's graduation. She'd been the only one so keen on repealing things.....her and Professor Stewart. Ugh. She should have figured. Further up the corridor she could see Rhea with Professor Vance. "Hey, have you guys seen this?" Jessa called to them, her voice nearly echoing in the silence of the mostly empty corridor. Yet another reminder that it was way too early for this.
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Originally Posted by natekka
As Rhea was making her way down the corridor, she practically barrelled into exactly the person she wanted to see. Or... at least one of them. "Professor Vance," she paused, getting her breath back. "There's been another... incident." There was a touch of urgency in her voice but not loads because she thought this whole thing was more... weird than threatening. "A hawk... and words... in red," she added, in case the Professor had no idea what she meant. Rhea pointed down the corridor, just past a gargoyle statue, at the spot where the additions to Hogwarts' walls could just about be seen.
At that exact moment, Rhea noticed that Jessa was standing in front of the spot where she was pointing. Then Jessa called out to them. "Yeah," she replied, exchanging a look with the Professor and starting back towards it.
Rhea practically, almost knocked into her in her hurry down the corridor. Luckily for both Laurel and the girl she managed to stop herself before they collided. She waited as the eaglette caught her breath and was thinking of a nice cup of hot breakfast tea when Rhea said the last four words Laurel wanted to hear that morning. After an inaudible sigh she asked her tone practical. "I see, Rhea did you see who painted the hawk and message? There is no dead creature pinned to the wall too I hope?" Should she send a patronus to Regina and Paul?
Laurel was contemplating the reason for these incidents again. She clearly needed to consult her Inner Eye more about the reasons for these incidents that kept happening. They were worrying, weird and threatening. Someone wanted to send a message and but who and why? It was then that Jessa hollered to her and Rhea from down the corridor pointing to the message and bloody red hawk. "No, I haven't seen it yet Jessa. Rhea just told me about it. Don't touch anything!" Laurel called back to Jessa as she walked towards the lioness with Rhea by her side. Coming to a stop some moments later in front of the message on the wall she looked from one girl to the other. "Does either of you know what end the struggle is referring to?"
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Rhea practically, almost knocked into her in her hurry down the corridor. Luckily for both Laurel and the girl she managed to stop herself before they collided. She waited as the eaglette caught her breath and was thinking of a nice cup of hot breakfast tea when Rhea said the last four words Laurel wanted to hear that morning. After an inaudible sigh she asked her tone practical. "I see, Rhea did you see who painted the hawk and message? There is no dead creature pinned to the wall too I hope?" Should she send a patronus to Regina and Paul?
Laurel was contemplating the reason for these incidents again. She clearly needed to consult her Inner Eye more about the reasons for these incidents that kept happening. They were worrying, weird and threatening. Someone wanted to send a message and but who and why? It was then that Jessa hollered to her and Rhea from down the corridor pointing to the message and bloody red hawk. "No, I haven't seen it yet Jessa. Rhea just told me about it. Don't touch anything!" Laurel called back to Jessa as she walked towards the lioness with Rhea by her side. Coming to a stop some moments later in front of the message on the wall she looked from one girl to the other. "Does either of you know what end the struggle is referring to?"
Rhea shook her head when Professor Vance asked her if she'd seen who'd done it. "No. I didn't see anything. And, no, there isn't," she said. Then, after she was struck by a though, she continued, "but maybe one of the paintings might have?" Unless they'd been sleeping... or whatever it was they did. Did they sleep? Pretend to sleep? She wasn't really sure. Anyway. That train of thought ended once they reached Jessa and the words she stood in front of. "I... have no idea," she said in reply to the Professor's question, frowning at the wall.
Whose struggle?
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Oh, Rhea'd already seen it. Well good, at least it removed the likelihood of someone thinking she was the one who put it there. No one wanted to be the one on the scene when others arrived. Shy of the portraits her housemate just mentioned, it would be bloody difficult to prove it wasn't you--especially when last year had shown that the students who DID usually lost their memory right after.
Jessa waited for the two to join her by the warning, not touching anything as Professor Vance had instructed.
"If it's anything like last year, it's likely talking about the disparity between the magical and muggles. Kitty wouldn't stop preaching about it while she was here, all about repealing the statute of secrecy and a message Zoryn and I ran into last term basically made a mockery of magic and suggested things be done the mundane way." She wouldn't be forgetting that anytime soon, not when whoever it was was clearly using magic to put down magic.
Hypocrisy at it's finest.
"Whoever this is clearly has a problem with us having and using magic." And she was put out that literally nothing had been done in the year since the warnings began popping up.
Don't get her wrong, now that this was all her and Erik's problem, she was fine not having curfews at 6 and needing to be extra vigilant but at the same time.....the problem had not gone away and she fully expected students to be cursed any day now.
"Should we get it cleaned off before some of the younger kids find it and fall into a panic?" A panic she didn't want to have to deal with after.
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Rhea shook her head when Professor Vance asked her if she'd seen who'd done it. "No. I didn't see anything. And, no, there isn't," she said. Then, after she was struck by a though, she continued, "but maybe one of the paintings might have?" Unless they'd been sleeping... or whatever it was they did. Did they sleep? Pretend to sleep? She wasn't really sure. Anyway. That train of thought ended once they reached Jessa and the words she stood in front of. "I... have no idea," she said in reply to the Professor's question, frowning at the wall.
Whose struggle?
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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo
"If it's anything like last year, it's likely talking about the disparity between the magical and muggles. Kitty wouldn't stop preaching about it while she was here, all about repealing the statute of secrecy and a message Zoryn and I ran into last term basically made a mockery of magic and suggested things be done the mundane way." She wouldn't be forgetting that anytime soon, not when whoever it was was clearly using magic to put down magic. "Whoever this is clearly has a problem with us having and using magic." And she was put out that literally nothing had been done in the year since the warnings began popping up.
Don't get her wrong, now that this was all her and Erik's problem, she was fine not having curfews at 6 and needing to be extra vigilant but at the same time.....the problem had not gone away and she fully expected students to be cursed any day now. "Should we get it cleaned off before some of the younger kids find it and fall into a panic?" A panic she didn't want to have to deal with after.
As she walked over with Rhea to join Jessa by the painted message a number of thoughts tumbled around in her head. Laurel was not amused. That the messages hadn't stopped after last term, just spelled bad omens and trouble and dark times ahead to her seer self. She was though not going to voice that to the girls. Plastering on a concerned expression she murmured somewhat relieved. "At least there is no dead creature this time..." Casting a glance around at the portraits about Laurel shrugged. "I doubt they have heard or seen anything Rhea, but it can't hurt to ask one of the portraits, maybe we'd get lucky and they have some information for us."
Turning her gaze to Jessa she said "I'd like nothing more to get the message cleaned up right away just like you do Jessa, but we can't, not yet. We need to rope this section of the corridor off and wait for Headmistress Hawthorne to see the message before we clean it off."
Confused Laurel wondered out loud "Who'd have trouble with us having and using magic in the magical world?"It didn't make sense.
Rhea had a moment and it didn't require many words, apparently
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Rhea had thousands of thoughts flying around her head but none of them were sticking. Not one. That was until Professor Vance posed a question and words started tumbling from her mouth. "Someone who wasn't always part of this world... Someone with non-magical connections. Muggleborns, maybe? And not necessarily a student." Not that she was suggesting a teacher had done it. Of course... Heh. "But someone angry about how some people still treat muggles and muggleborns..." It was a stretch. But it was still a possibility. A possible motive.
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