[ ] Pansy Parkinson, who Draco pointed out as being one of the "defectors"
[ ] Pansy Parkinson, who Draco pointed out as being one of the "defectors"
[x] One of the Indian Twins.
[x] One of the Indian Twins.
With some uncertainty as to whether she was making the right decision, Hermione decided that she should approach someone new. After all, so far she hadn't made a fool of herself, and since Professor Sprout was asking students to work in groups of three, it would be rude of her if she left Draco without someone to work with. Better for him to get along with say - Ana and Shinji - while she herself went to meet one of the Ravenclaws. Maybe one of the Indian twins - she'd never really worked with twins before, and was curious if they could really complete their other sentences and the like, as they could in books sometimes.
"Hello, I'm Hermione," she greeted.
"Hullo," the twins chorused.
"I'm Padma," one of them said.
"And I'm Parvati," the other noted. "You want to work with us?"
"I thought it would be nice to meet new people," Hermione replied with a shy smile. "And I've never talked to twins before..."
"You're just curious if we can--"
"--finish each other's sentences?" the two spoke, trading off halves of their sentence.
"..you did that on purpose."
"Yes we did," Parvati acknowledged with a twinkle in her eye. "But that's what people expect. The Padma and Parvati show, isn't that right, Padma?"
Padma just sighed.
"You were the one who decided to go to the same House as me," she said, rolling her eyes. "What happened to going to trying something different?"
"...what, like Gryffindor? It's mostly boys there," Parvati answered, wrinkling her nose.
"Why not Slytherin?" Hermione asked curiously.
"I didn't want to live under the lake," Parvati replied. "It would feel strange to see fish swimming by the window. Need to breathe sometimes, you know, see the sun."
"...what's Ravenclaw Tower like?" Hermione wondered.
The twins shared a look, with Padma speaking up hesitantly.
"Bright."
"Airy," Parvati added. "A lot of light."
"You can hear the wind every night, like a lullaby when you want to sleep."
"Or when you want to study," Parvati chimed in, with Padma shooting her a look.
"Ah," Hermione noted, blinking. "Is it true you have to answer a riddle every time you want to go in?"
"Oh. Yes," Padma answered. "A different one each time too. You just use a password?"
The three chatted amiably about these things and more as they learned the rules of Herbology, why certain safety equipment was necessary, and practiced potting some more mundane plants. A dirty, somewhat grubby job, but relaxing, nevertheless, as first sessions should be.
DADA however, would not be quite as...relaxing, given that Professor Quirrell has announced that every student will be going through a scenario to test their skills - and wits. Of course, to make things easier, they will be allowed to work in pairs.
Who does Hermione wish to work with?
[ ] Draco
[ ] Shinji
[ ] Ana
[ ] One of the Twins
[ ] (someone random)
"You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think." - A.A. Milne
[x] Draco.
[ ] Draco
[x] Draco.
DADA Scenario Start:When Hermione Granger opened his eyes, she found herself laying on cold stone, with only a thin shift keeping the rough material of the floor from chafing her skin. Her arms were bound, there was a foul-tasting gag wrapped around his mouth, and the only light she could see - from the cracks around where a blindfold had been rather inexpertly fastened - came from a few black candles placed around her.
With every movement, liquid agony shot through her limbs, across her chest, down her spine.
She was hungry, intensely so, and in the back of her mind, there were whispers.
Whispers that everything could feel better soon.
Everything.
All she had to do was let go, close her eyes, forget her name...
The pain would fade. Her limbs would heal. Her head would cease to throb.
Yes...all she had to do was surrender, succumb to the sweet embrace of--
'No. No. NO!'
It was a trap. It had to be a trap, the sort evil wizards gave to heroes in the stories.
'Where am I?' she wondered. She tried to stand, but found that she could not - her legs had been tied together, and they were numb. 'What...happened?'
Everything was so...fuzzy, so unclear. She could hardly concentrate at all. Was this...could this be somewhere at Hogwarts? It was a castle, certainly but...
'Draco, where's Draco?'
He'd been beside her then, but he wasn't here now.
She asked in vain though, as nothing answered him. No voice. No words in the air. No conveniently placed note. No. Wait, there was something - a growl? Maybe? She thought she heard something, but it was gone a moment later.
'I have to get out of here.' Hermione was certain of that much, though how she was going to do so stripped to her underwear, with no wand, or knife, or anything, save her wits, he has absolutely no idea. 'At the very least, I have to get up,' she thinks, though after a few minutes of continuous effort, all she managed to do so was raise herself to a sitting position, with the blindfold slipping off in her struggling.
What's is her next move?
[ ] Try to get gag off - the fumes are making it hard to think
[ ] Scream for help
[ ] Use the candles to burn the rope
[ ] Sit still and wait for rescue
[ ] (write-in)
"You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think." - A.A. Milne
[ ] Try to get gag off - the fumes are making it hard to think
Hahaha. Yes Hermione wait until someone saves you, after all a teacher or a magical policemen have to be around to save you. Sigh, Hermione...I am at lost with words something with ya.Originally Posted by alfheimwanderer
Seriously now.
[X] Use the candles to burn the rope
She is tied up so getting the gag off is nearly impossile without her hands. And since she is gagged screaming is mostly useless. So that leaves us to the option that at least might get her hands free so she can remove the gag.
If you were curious as to who else had been paired up, some of them are:
The Noel Twins
The Patil Twins
Selina Moore & Matou Shinji
Ana Spencer & Pansy Parkinson
Natsumi Suzuki & Nigel Wroxton
Sokaris & Daphne Greengrass
Ron Weasley & Ernie Macmillan
"You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think." - A.A. Milne
[x] Use the candles to burn the rope.
Let's at least try to do better than with Shinji, this time.
[X] Use the candles to burn the rope
[x] Use the candles to burn the rope.
Hermione Granger struggled and struggled and struggled - yet nothing she did seemed to work. With her legs bound together and her arms bound behind her, she could neither get the gag off nor use her arms as leverage to prop herself up. She was only rolling about on the floor - her hair had nearly caught fire at one point, a prospect which terrified her to no end. No matter what she did, nothing worked, nothing. Nothing.
What did the books say about a situation like this?
...she couldn't remember, but then maybe she'd just never read about what to do if she was kidnapped. If she was lost, she was supposed to sit still and wait for rescue, but this wasn't anything quite so innocuous.
Her body began to shake as her imagination - always a powerful thing - conjured up images of why she was here, in this dark room. Perhaps she was going to be a virgin sacrifice, her blood spilled in a ritual to give a devil-worshipper power. Maybe she was being held for ransom - her parents were dentists, and her aunt did work for the government, though she didn't know why anyone would want to threaten a sign-language interpreter.
Her aunt.
She'd said something about kidnapping - or at least, Hermione thought she had said something about this.
'...she told me to escape. That I should get out, so I could be in control.'
...to do that, she'd need to get up, which meant...
'I have to cut the rope.'
...or in this case, burn it with the flames from the candles. The prospect of fire being anywhere near her made her nervous, but she forced down her fear and, looking backward, held the rope over the purple-black flames.
The rope didn't catch fire - not exactly. Where the flames touched the rope, the rope melted, dissolved almost. The girl didn't know how that was possible, but she wasn't about to ask too many questions, as she snatched up the black candle, and used it to melt the ropes binding her legs.
She was free!
In her exultation, she stood up, only to stumble and fall flat on her face, as her legs had been deprived of circulation for quite some time.
'Ow...'
She just lay there for a few minutes, before remembering to pull off the gag, with the air tasting so sweet, like honey. When she was relatively certain she wouldn't stumble again, she gingerly rose to her feet once more, using the dark candle to look around the room.
There was little here.
A chest of some kind against a wall, and...a door? Padding over to it, she leaned against it, and to her surprise, it swung open, revealing to her...
'The Defense Classroom?'
At night, at that, with moonlight streaming through a gaping hole in the castle wall, and broken pieces of furniture - and splatters of something oddly glistening - all about.
What was going on here?
The door to the classroom was...half-open, and from the hallway, she heard something like a growl and the scampering of feet, skittering by.
Looking around, she can see a few things that might be useful.
A wand, still clutched in a black...oh god, was that a severed hand?
A silver blade glowing faintly blue in the darkness.
A length of rope hanging from a nail on the wall.
A crystal flute on the desk.
She could grab...something, and go out into the hall. She could try to climb down using the rope. Or...maybe she could just close the door and wait?
What does she do next?
[ ] (write-in)
Last edited by alfheimwanderer; November 17th, 2018 at 12:43 PM.
"You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think." - A.A. Milne
[X] Take the gag and wrap/tie around one of your wrist and tuck the flute inside it. And then grab the blade and hold it in you hand, and go into the hall once the footsteps have gone away.
Not a bad plan, let's go with that.
Last edited by Daiki; November 17th, 2018 at 06:30 PM.
One Hermione is new to the wizard world and thus does not reallly know any spells, IE grabbing the wand that may or may not work for her (cause wands CHOICE their wielder) is not likely going to help here. The wand is the trap pick, every pureblood wizard will want to grab it cause its the tool of choice for them yet failing to realize that it does nothing unless you KNOW how to use it.
Plus the whatever was making the noise outside moved past the door so its not coming into the room. So waste of time hiding behind the door until someone comes in. And when they do come in, what then? Do you attack them? Why do that when you can slip past them at that door and get away.
She has read books so I think she might understand this blade that glows. Hopefully. Thought the other option I like is her grabbing the flute and maybe using it like a bard and calming creatures we run across. But that is way more risking in that it relies on way too many assumptions.
[X] Take the gag and wrap/tie around one of your wrist and tuck the flute inside it. And then grab the blade and hold it in you hand, and go into the hall once the footsteps have gone away.
Bam, now go find our Prince (Draco) and get out of here.
Last edited by Skull Leader; November 17th, 2018 at 04:23 PM.
I would still like to pocket the wand if possible, because Hermione's trump card would be those three spells she learned early. If not using them now, when? However, I would like to prioritize the flute first and foremost, since it is the one odd item that stands out the most.
Last edited by Daiki; November 17th, 2018 at 07:46 PM.
[X] Take the gag and wrap/tie around one of your wrist and tuck the flute inside it. And then grab the blade and hold it in you hand, and go into the hall once the footsteps have gone away.
As it turns out, trying to strap a flute to one's arm wasn't not the easiest thing in the world, especially when the flute was longer than one's forearm, and the ends of the leather gag didn't make for a very good harness. Indeed, Hermione almost said some...unkind things, before she remembered that something was out there. Something that had...that had...
She refused to think about it.
To let her mind dwell on what might have transpired here, to give herself a moment's pause, because she knew if she did, she'd freeze up. Hermione Granger was a girl who thought about things quite a bit, after all - who frankly, overthought things, according to people she had once known.
Which was why, after grabbing some rope and using it to finish securing the flute, grimacing at how rough the rope was and how cold the crystal of the instrument, she picked up the sword - not the wand - with a grunt of effort.
'It's heavy.'
And what's more, the silvery blade had ceased glowing. Was that a good thing? A bad thing? The only thing she'd ever read which dealt with glowing swords was...
The Hobbit.
In which the dagger wielded by Bilbo Baggins glowed if enemies were near.
...had the Professor read the same book, or--
'I'm getting distracted. Focus, Hermione. Focus. You have to get out of here.'
Listening as best she could for any sounds in the hallway - and hearing none - the girl stepped through the half-open door...and nearly threw up.
The hallway was a scene of carnage.
Fresh paint...no, that wasn't paint on the walls. That was...that was...
Blood.
So much blood.
Scattered here and there were clumps of black and--
Oh god.
Heads.
Severed heads with empty eyes, battered, smashed, crumpled.
Parts here. Parts there.
Oh god. Oh god. Oh god...
Her footsteps squelched in a crimson pool, as her breaths came faster, faster, faster, and she--
Aroougggggg...
And all of the sudden, her sword blazed with blue fire as part of the ceiling caved in behind her, and with a tremendous crash, something fell, splashing her with gore, the scent of something rank in her nostrils as...
TROLL.
With only a moment to act, what will she do?
[ ] Get back into the classroom - it won't be able to follow
[ ] RUN - drop the sword and run to the stairs as if her life depended on it (which it did)
[ ] RUN - carrying the sword - as she makes for the stairs
[ ] Try to stab the troll in the eye
[ ] (write-in)
"You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think." - A.A. Milne
[X] RUN - carrying the sword - as she makes for the stairs
[x] RUN - carrying the sword - as she makes for the stairs
Will stick with Sting for a bit.
If we drop the sword we can run and try to use the flute (having it in our hands would make it less likely to drop while running and running with the flute in the gag and the sword in hand would be a potential issue)
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