The Madness of Hogwarts - Unpopping and Open RP
The mournful howl was what brought Jon Snow out of the salty, buttery existance that had been his for so long.
He stared around him wildly as the howl came again, taking in his surroundings. He remembered this place. Confused images of his half-brother, his sisters, even his father and his father's wife filled his head. There was also something about... being married? To some kind of lobster person? That one was a little fuzzy, and Jon thought perhaps it was best that he not recall that incident too closely.
Yes, he remembered this place. This was Hogwarts, a mad castle that was worlds away (quite literally) from theWall.
He brushed absently at the black armor he wore, trying to rid it of butter and salt, and strode briskly toward the door. The howl still rang loud in his ears, and he knew it had to be Ghost's cry.
He glanced at the plaque outside the door, looking for familliar names. Most of his family he could see written on the list, but one name was absent. His sister Arya was here.
The young Lord Commander of the Night's Watch squared his shoulders and moved with purpose away from the popcorn room. He didn't know where he might find Arya, but if he knew her at all, she would be outdoors somewhere. He still hoped she had Needle, and that she was still using it.
He made it outside without incident, and again heard the howl, and so he struck out in the direction of the forest, calling out as he went. "Ghost? Ghost, is that you?"
At one point, he finally glanced up, and with wide-eyed incredulity beheld the sight of the Baby Sun, shining down with what seemed malevolent good cheer.
"Gods be good," he muttered. He had known fear, many times since he'd joined the Night's Watch, especially when he'd seen what the Others and the Wildmen were capable of. But he'd never thought that the very sun was capable of transforming into something this... evil. And as if that wasn't bad enough, he suddenly heard, blasting from all directions, a hideously awful song. He looked around frantically, noting that the plants nearby seemed to be projecting the noise, and there was no way to avoid it.
"Ghost!" he called again, ashamed of the rising panic in his voice. "Ghost? Arya?"
A huge blur of white fur came bounding out of the forest, answering at least one of his summons. Jon greeted the albino direwolf warmly, rolling around on the ground, letting himself have a moment of boyish relief and gladness at his old friend. But the moment was short-lived as once more he found himself glancing up at that horrible thing in the sky, and noticing that the music had changed subtly. He had a feeling he would never be able to get the tunes he was hearing out of his head.
Getting to his feet, allowing Ghost to lick up some of the remaining butter and salt, he turned and began a brisk walk around the edge of the forest, still calling out Arya's name. He hoped, by the Mother in her mercy, that she was still here, and that he would find her soon.
((Feel free to come chat Jon up if you aren't, in fact, Arya!))