PRESENTLY HAPPENING
Professor Rydell noticed that it was nearly half past eleven. Quickly he slipped the book and the stone into his left pocket of his robes. He got up from his seat and made his way to the door. Slowly he opened the door to ensure no one was there. Quietly he crept down through the corridor and began down the stairs until he had reached the Dungeons.
"Professor Ryok is sleeping, I shall not be too loud, as I do not wish to wake her." he thought to himself.
He crept around quietly hugging the walls and peering out at every intersection, being keenly hidden so that no one would see him.
Straight in front of him was a portrait of a witch with a black cat rested upon her shoulder. He spoke very softly "Essidena" and the portrait slowly moved to the left showing an entrance to a tunnel.
Professor Rydell entered and the portrait quickly, but quietly closed back.
He crawled only a short distance down through the tunnel before he could see the end's opening. He finally reached the end and he crawled out. He pulled out his wand and said "Incednio" and a bright green light appeared out of the top of his wand. His eyes combed the room that he was in. Below him he could see nothing but dirt. He seemed to be down in some sort of cellar or basement. "Hrmm...I hope what I am looking for is down here." He thought to himself.
Lady Frost turned to Professor Diande. "Professor Diande what is your take on the actions that have been occurring here?" Her icy eyes glanced around the room noticing that they were the only two left in the Great hall.
"Ah I see that the students are back in their dormitories." Lady Frost said.
"Professor Diande do you think that we should find Professor Rydell and Professor Ryok so that they may help us?" "I've already spoken to Professor Nyx and she did not seem to be of any help, as well as Professor Longbottom." She said in a stern, but concerned voice.
Currently Happening Professor Rydell went through a secret tunnel that lead to the basement.
Lady Frost is concerned about the future of the school and she is concerned deeply about something that she has not yet spoken about.
Professor Diande grumbled as she strode off to her next Care of Magical Creatures lesson. She would have to make a complaint to Professor Frost soon if Dale kept this up...
((Sorry, Trickster, but she's a grumpy character! Besides, she's half-elf so she doesn't really understand Humans that well...))
In the Library (authorized by Phoe)
Drake starts looking for the book, altough he doesn't know what was the title of the book he remembered the looks of the cover.
"Hogwarts a history... no it's not it.... Magic for fools... nope that's not it too...Where is it?""Maybe it's not here... Well I'll go to the dormitory now, it's late."
As Drake leaves the library he notices a shadowy figure crepting in the darkness of the corridors, it went down to the dungeons, Drake followed the person only to find out it was Rydell again, he gone to the dungeons mumbled something and a painting opened a path, he entered and quickly closed the entrance, Drake didn't know the password so he couldn't follow any further so he gone to the commom room.
He saw 2 students talking near the fire place and tought if he should tell then about the things he saw, but he was kinda shy to talk so he sat on one of the chairs there particulaly far from where the two where.
Dalew walked down from his dormitory into the Gryffindor common room. Everyone was so depressed, so he let off a few spells. One was a translucent phoenix that flew around the room. His second was a giant illusion of the Gryffindor Lion, that prowled around the room, but not threatning anyone.
"It's not like anyone's going to be hurt." He said to his friends
OOC
Who is Gryffindor prefect?
Dale saw that there were three chains, and as his eyes followed them up, he saw they were attached round the necks of three strange, monkey-like creatures. They were nowhere like his pet though. They had sproutted horns and their hands seemed to have engorged to the point they swung loosely on the end of long arms. As he watched, on of them opened it's mouth and stretched out it's tounge, reaching to a point about a metre away, snaking some raw meat from a basin.
A plan began to form in Dale's mind. These creatures were obvioulsy specimens of the Demon-headed Gorilafe. His parents ahd come across one on their travels, and it had played vicous, though funny pranks on them until they caught it.
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