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Hogwarts Story: Part 10
And here we are again, I got a little bit more done today now that the shock has somewhat worn off.
I have a long night ahead, but the necessity of participating in my weekly games has given me some down time in which to read my e-mail (okay, I was reading that anyway), putz around on LJ (okay, I was doing that anyway) and write a bit (which I wasn't doing anyway). All in all, it's going to be a long night, though, since I have lots of reading to do before Friday morning, and a presentation to write. Still, one needs a break from time to time, and so here I am, rambling on LJ.
Also, on a random note, I have been trying to remember what movie a really romantic scene was from, and I finally figured it out! It's from Ever After! It's such an under-rated movie. :)
Anyway, though, I really should get back to doing something more practical. So, tonight writing!!
I left the Quidditch tryouts, then, determined to put them behind me and move on with my day. I couldn’t control, obviously, who was qualified for Quidditch in my house, whereas I could control my own needs to work and study. Classes had already begun, and I had to complete all of my school work in addition to all of my prefect duties. Thus, after try outs, I spent several hours preparing for Advanced Potions. Due to my experience and skill in that area, I had obtained special permission to take the advanced class a year early, and determination to prove myself worthy of this privilege spurred me to work especially hard. Considering, also, that the closer I came to the end of my time at Hogwarts the more important in became that I gain competence in other areas, also, I found myself in desperate need of more time with books.
Towards that end, then, I sat down comfortably in an arm chair before the fire, and was there for many, many hours. I left only briefly to go to dinner. As the hour grew later and the fire died low, more and more students went up to bed. Eventually, only myself, Lycia, Galatea, Celestine and Eileen were left. The others were talking quietly, and, putting my book down, I went and joined them.
For a little while, we spoke of nothing of substance, on matters of school rules and classes and other such things. We were just finishing when we were all shocked by the approach of the Grey Lady. The ghost of Ravenclaw house, the Lady was generally reclusive and not given to visits to the common room, or to frequent discussion with the students. Yet now she floated right up to us and joined our circle without any hesitation.
“You must listen,” she said in a hollow, ethereal voice. “You must stop him!”
With those simple words, she gained our rapt attention.
“The Headmaster…in the dungeons, he has a laboratory. In that laboratory, he conducts experiments, terrible experiments, forbidden experiments. You must stop him!”
I was instantly doubtful. “The Headmaster wouldn’t do something like that,” I said confidently.
“He seeks to fight the war in the wrong ways, in forbidden ways. He delves into arts best left untouched! He has a book, a horrible, awful book, I cannot approach it, it sits open on a dais, and he reads from it, but when he senses me approaching he stops, I cannot stop him. You must stop him.”
Disdain crept through my being. Normal, I trust the ghosts, but I have worked with the Headmaster and I trust him, and I knew he would not delve into forbidden areas. While I was certainly familiar with the complaints that my fellow students with him, I also had a great deal of respect for his many accomplishments. Before I could comment again, though, Lycia spoke. “A book, an evil book?” she sounded intrigued. “What type of evil?”
“It is a book of necromancy, the Headmaster seeks to raise the dead to fight for England in the war against Germany. You must stop him. It is forbidden! You must take the book from him.”
“And where is the book?” Lycia asked, a quiet urgency evident in her voice.
“In the dungeon, in the deepest darkest part of the dungeon. You must stop him!”
Thinking to myself how repetitious this all was, and what a terrible idea it all was, still I refrained from commenting. I had no desire to offend the ghost, as long as we didn’t end up doing anything so foolish as actually embarking on a trip to the dungeon.
“You must stop him! I cannot stay longer. Stop him!” Her words echoing in our ears, throughout the common room, she faded dramatically from view, and I suppressed a slightly exasperated sigh.
I have a long night ahead, but the necessity of participating in my weekly games has given me some down time in which to read my e-mail (okay, I was reading that anyway), putz around on LJ (okay, I was doing that anyway) and write a bit (which I wasn't doing anyway). All in all, it's going to be a long night, though, since I have lots of reading to do before Friday morning, and a presentation to write. Still, one needs a break from time to time, and so here I am, rambling on LJ.
Also, on a random note, I have been trying to remember what movie a really romantic scene was from, and I finally figured it out! It's from Ever After! It's such an under-rated movie. :)
Anyway, though, I really should get back to doing something more practical. So, tonight writing!!
I left the Quidditch tryouts, then, determined to put them behind me and move on with my day. I couldn’t control, obviously, who was qualified for Quidditch in my house, whereas I could control my own needs to work and study. Classes had already begun, and I had to complete all of my school work in addition to all of my prefect duties. Thus, after try outs, I spent several hours preparing for Advanced Potions. Due to my experience and skill in that area, I had obtained special permission to take the advanced class a year early, and determination to prove myself worthy of this privilege spurred me to work especially hard. Considering, also, that the closer I came to the end of my time at Hogwarts the more important in became that I gain competence in other areas, also, I found myself in desperate need of more time with books.
Towards that end, then, I sat down comfortably in an arm chair before the fire, and was there for many, many hours. I left only briefly to go to dinner. As the hour grew later and the fire died low, more and more students went up to bed. Eventually, only myself, Lycia, Galatea, Celestine and Eileen were left. The others were talking quietly, and, putting my book down, I went and joined them.
For a little while, we spoke of nothing of substance, on matters of school rules and classes and other such things. We were just finishing when we were all shocked by the approach of the Grey Lady. The ghost of Ravenclaw house, the Lady was generally reclusive and not given to visits to the common room, or to frequent discussion with the students. Yet now she floated right up to us and joined our circle without any hesitation.
“You must listen,” she said in a hollow, ethereal voice. “You must stop him!”
With those simple words, she gained our rapt attention.
“The Headmaster…in the dungeons, he has a laboratory. In that laboratory, he conducts experiments, terrible experiments, forbidden experiments. You must stop him!”
I was instantly doubtful. “The Headmaster wouldn’t do something like that,” I said confidently.
“He seeks to fight the war in the wrong ways, in forbidden ways. He delves into arts best left untouched! He has a book, a horrible, awful book, I cannot approach it, it sits open on a dais, and he reads from it, but when he senses me approaching he stops, I cannot stop him. You must stop him.”
Disdain crept through my being. Normal, I trust the ghosts, but I have worked with the Headmaster and I trust him, and I knew he would not delve into forbidden areas. While I was certainly familiar with the complaints that my fellow students with him, I also had a great deal of respect for his many accomplishments. Before I could comment again, though, Lycia spoke. “A book, an evil book?” she sounded intrigued. “What type of evil?”
“It is a book of necromancy, the Headmaster seeks to raise the dead to fight for England in the war against Germany. You must stop him. It is forbidden! You must take the book from him.”
“And where is the book?” Lycia asked, a quiet urgency evident in her voice.
“In the dungeon, in the deepest darkest part of the dungeon. You must stop him!”
Thinking to myself how repetitious this all was, and what a terrible idea it all was, still I refrained from commenting. I had no desire to offend the ghost, as long as we didn’t end up doing anything so foolish as actually embarking on a trip to the dungeon.
“You must stop him! I cannot stay longer. Stop him!” Her words echoing in our ears, throughout the common room, she faded dramatically from view, and I suppressed a slightly exasperated sigh.
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Plus she looks so cute in the butterfly costume!
Er....I guess that doesn't help my case.
"I should leave walking on water to the son of God."
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