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Posted: Jul 15 2017, 03:09 PM
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- years old
Night has fallen over Hogsmeade. In the High Street, lamps illuminate a village still damp and glittering from the passage of a light, late afternoon rain. Despite the stress of past months, the atmosphere is decidedly calm. The sounds of wildlife color the air; faintly rattling insects and the occasional hooting of an owl. It is a night one could relax into.
From out of the darkness, a sudden shriek shatters the peace. The noise is piercing, but its source not immediately apparent, sounding near yet distant and muffling almost instantly. The night deadens with it, suddenly heavy with silence. For long moments there is nothing, and then...
A clicking sound fills the darkness.
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Posted: Jul 18 2017, 09:22 PM
Alea is Offline
20 years old
Three or four nights a week, Puck headed into the station early so that she could make a little bit of extra money helping file, clean and organize. Not Fridays, though. No, Fridays were for relaxation and fun. It was the start of the weekend, after all. Sure, she still had to do her show at night, but that wasn't really work. She loved doing her show. The whole cleaning and organzing thing? Yeah, she didn't love that so much. So she tried not to make a habit of doing it on Fridays.
This particular Friday she'd spent most of the evening in just the same way she'd spent her day; in her PJs, curled up with Karma and a mug of tea, reading a good book. She probably should have gone to see Reid. In fact, she had intended to go see Reid. It was just that it was a really good book that she was trying to get through and with everything going on, she could use a day to herself. Reid and his little revolution could have her all weekend.
Eventually the sun went down, evening faded into the darkness of night, and the time came where she needed to leave for work. Sure, she could have just apparated there, btu she had always loved Hogsmeade after dark. The new risk of danger only made it that much more exciting. After two months stuck in such a tiny little village, she was itching for anything to make her feel ore alive.
It was a quiet night, though. Not the sort of night that sang notes of fear, violence or danger. It was just the sort of night to enjoy the stars twinkling in the sky above, or or the way candles flickering through windows shone like beacons in the dark. She liked those nights, too. Those were the nights that reminded her of home, of music and warmth and gentle intimacy. The kind of nights Puck would not often admit held appeal. She enjoyed the cool mountain air, the quiet cacophony of insects and the under tones of bustling villagers that never quite died completely.
And then it shattered. A shriek cut through the cozy night, sharp and searing against Puck's eardrums. She whipped around, her dark hair catching the bridge of her nose and obstructing her line of sight. With a huff of annoyance, she brushed the stray hair away, brown eyes scanning the shadowy silence for any hint or indicator of the source of the noise. The silence, so comfortable just seconds ago, felt stifling and oppressive, thick with the promise that more was to come. More what, though?
Heart beating harder than she cared to admit, she turned slowly almost completing a full circle before the silence gave way to clicking. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she hunted for a source. Like a itch begging to be scratched, the wand stashed inside her robes drew her fingers close. It would only take a breath to draw it, but she hesitated. Was she so on edge? Was Puck the mighty lioness so easily unnerved?
Posted: Today at 07:45 pm
Jill is Offline
41 years old
Muggle Studies Prof
Isaac was, probably, the worst guard ever. He was determined to protect the children of Hogwarts, yes, but he did not anticipate any troubles during his stint on guard tonight. So far in his experience, the most trouble came from student trying to push the limits of the recently re-installed rules as opposed to anyone who wished to harm his children. Plus, being a Friday night, he anticipated more troubles from his students - the older ones, at least, that fancied themselves adults that didn't need rules or curfews - than any that wished to cause harm.
Which was why he had been sitting on the ground at the boundary between Hogsmeade and the castle grounds, just off the edge of the path leading down to the village where he had dried off a small area. His knees were pulled up around his chest with one arm looped around them, the other holding the wand he was loosely twirling. His head was leaning back, eyes trying to find stars peaking through the cloudy sky.
Isaac realized he should probably be paying be a bit more attention, but what was going to happen? He was sure that he would hear anything that was coming down the path - or anywhere near it - so he wasn't exactly worried about being caught unaware. It was calm and quiet; sound would surely travel.
And travel it did.
Even from where he was, Isaac heard the shriek piercing through the night, though he couldn't even pinpoint what direction it had even come from. The professor tensed, pushing himself to his feet even as the sound was muffled. His grip on his wand flexed as he took a few hesitant steps across the border. Someone needed help, even if it was with something as innocuous as slipping in mud, and the former Hufflepuff didn't have it in him to ignore a cry for help.
Though, if he were being honest with himself, his instincts were telling he wasn't going to be so lucky as to be finding a damsel in distress who had merely fallen down and needed assistance. The way the sound had been muffled, the silence now so heavy it was almost tangible as it tried to suffocate him? Isaac doubted anyone who had been through what he had would be able to ignore the feeling it brought to his gut.
A few steps into the village, and the clicking started. Well, that was about as far from normal as one could get, wasn't it? Isaac glanced between the lights of the village and the lights of a castle, hesitating for a moment. He was supposed to be watching the entrance to make sure nothing dangerous entered the castle grounds; it was his duty to protect the children, to make sure they did not lose another member of the Hogwarts family. But what if someone needed assistance in the village? He couldn't just leave them alone. Even in his slip and fall scenario, someone could be hurt and need help. Isaac just couldn't leave it alone.
He sent a patronus message back to the castle saying something - he wasn't sure what - was happening in the village and that he was going to investigate. Hopefully one of his fellow staff members would take over watch over the castle grounds since they knew he was leaving his position, though he prayed it was just for a short while. Surely it was nothing more than his imagination getting the better of him because thanks to recent events.
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