[OPEN - EVENT LOG] Something evil's lurking in the dark
Who: Everyone!
Where: All over Hogwarts.
When: Wednesday, November 30th
What: The Dementors Event
Rating: Varying
Warning: Likely to contain scenes of varying graphic content.
[Just before the morning bells begin to ring to announce the start of classes, some individuals will feel a quick and light pinch. Upon looking at their devices the ( Read more... )
Where: All over Hogwarts.
When: Wednesday, November 30th
What: The Dementors Event
Rating: Varying
Warning: Likely to contain scenes of varying graphic content.
[Just before the morning bells begin to ring to announce the start of classes, some individuals will feel a quick and light pinch. Upon looking at their devices the ( Read more... )
There were a number of times (though he was loath to admit it) that Stannis Baratheon had been unsure of the choices he had made. This time, the answer was exceedingly simple. As much as he misliked Albus Dumbledore, this alleged "Lord" Voldemort was a far worse man. His "message" had only served to assure the king that this was truly a just cause.
He moved through the hallways as quickly as he could, casting his Patronus when needed, and escorting any wayward students that may require his assistance (though he hoped the previous day's lesson would at least aid some of the students).
Melisandre had been right, as she nearly always was. Now, the castle was compromised and in the back of his mind, he could almost hear voices. Voices from memories that had plagued him since this unnatural cold had first began. Robert screaming for their parents as their ship was smashed before their eyes. Renly begging him for something to eat when all that remained was rats. Maester Cressen trying to assure him that his only heir and daughter would survive her bout of greyscale.
His will was fading.
Still, he would continue to fight on, no matter the cost. He turns another corner, ready to cast the spell at a moment's notice. ]
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Jegus!
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Girl. [ Troll? ] I suppose that you'll need an escort back to the dormitories.
[ The sooner, the better. If they stayed too long in one place, they could become nothing more than targets. ]
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[you know, since Stannis probably has a million important things to do or something.]
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It is my duty as a professor to escort you.
[ His tone brokers little argument. ]
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[but she does shuffle a little closer. there's not much point in arguing, is there?]
What's the situation where you came from?
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[ he leads the way, not particularly wanting to talk about his experiences with the Dementors. Were one of them to turn up...
He did not want to fathom the thought. ]
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He just so happened to be roaming those hallways himself, wand in hand and trying to avoid the dementors as much as possible. But it was if the castle had gone cold and winter had come much too early for his liking. It was like ice on the back of his neck, cold stone pressed up against his bare skin.
Like his father's barracks; like the touch of golden dragons slipping through her fingers...
He tries to shake the memories from his head and press on, but he can't seem to. They suck the happiness out of you and leave only despair, he had heard. ]
Well, I must certainly be an unappetizing one then...
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now was not the time to rest, it would seem.
raising his wand, he musters the strongest memory that he can: ned stark breaking the siege, and the smile on his younger brother's face. over the years, renly had never lost that smile. not even when... no. that was not the time for such thoughts, but the damage was done. the stag doesn't even reach the figure before it's gone.
he curses loudly. ]
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Perhaps he should turned the other corner. Perhaps the fact that he had been moving toward the cold should have been an indicator that he was going in the wrong direction.
Well, he sure isn't going down. Not without a fight at least. There's no time for chat as he raises his wand, points it toward the dementor, and attempts to summon a patronus. He tries to summon a few happy memories as well, but everything he remembers turns to bile in his throat. Even the thought of women returns his thoughts to Shae.
He manages to produce a thin layer of mist before it disappears into the coldness of the hallway.
Shit. ]
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He attempts another memory. A simple one in King's Landing, when Davos Seaworth had asked if he could name his sixth son for Stannis. But Davos was dead. Just like all the rest of them when they burned on the river as he let his family line crumble into oblivion. He'd failed. And...
The shadow was coming closer. The shadow was coming closer and there he stood with Tyrion Lannister.
Well.
Tyrion Lannister was right next to him, falling into a similar state. And in a strange way, the thought fills him with renewed resolve. It was not in him to yield.
And it was not in him to be lost fighting alongside a Lannister. ]
Fall back, and cast anything that might slow it down. The Patronus charm is of no more use to us.
[ But even with his newfound resolve, his voice sounded strange to him. Should there be another of the creatures lurking in the other direction...
He did not dare entertain such a thought. ]
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He supposes this is his first hard lesson in the fact that not all magic is conjurable, nor can it always be relied upon to act as a shield in protection. A lesson worth learning, but likely at the wrong time. (Though this should have been a lesson he had already learned years ago. Complacency at its best.)
He does give a curt nod in Stannis' direction as he raises his wand and attempts casting any and all slowing spells in his arsenal. It seems to be working, but with the pace at which these dementors move, it's hard to tell. ]
I think our best bet would be to get out of here.
[ But he just can't shake the chill in his bones and the heaviness in his limbs. ]
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[ He mutters a blasting spell at a statue, sending it in the direction of the Dementors to block its path. But it still didn't quite seem like it was enough. Again, he can feel those dark memories creeping to the surface once again. A young boy yelling at the ocean, as though it would do him any sort of good.
He just wants to lie down and give up. But, he presses on. It was not in him to yield. ]
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Malfoy.
[ He eyes the hall that the Dementor went dowwn, feeling some of his strengh beginning to return to him.
More imporantly, why hadn't Malfoy attemtped to cast a charm? If he looked this composed, then one would think that he could muster at least something.
Curious. Very curious indeed. ]
You should have cast the Patronus charm. The creature is bound to return.
[ Though something tells him that when it does, it might just be up to the stag to save them all. ]
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