I Put a Spell On You
WHO: Rajiv Kumar and Head Boy (Girl) Key
WHEN: Sep 16th, evening
WHERE: It begins in the halls outside Madame Pomfrey's- where it stops, nobody knows~
WHAT: A secret admirer is caught red handed- that paint's never gunna come off, mate...
There came a point in time in the hallowed halls of Hogwarts when rumors, gone on long enough, became fact and facts extended just a bit more, became legends. So it went that every student, barring the ignorance of the first years, knew the legend of the Stalwart Admirer. If one came to Madame Pomfrey's at a certain time early evening every Saturday, it was said one would bear witness to the delivery of an infamously large basket of candies. A basket that came not toted in the hands of a trembling, anxious witch or a well-meaning if not slightly insane young wizard. It came- as the legend decreed- by a masked vigilante with his head wrapped in a curious turban-esque mix of scarves from every house. No one had ever seen his face, buried as it was beneath the fabric. No one had ever heard his voice and the few fool students who had- for a prank- attempted to catch the Stalwart Admirer, never seemed to recall their attempts afterward.
Occasionally the less seasoned young ones would gather at the end of the hall and peer around the corner to watch the vigilante phase in from some corner of the school unknown. More often than not, they let the curiosity be; for three long years tended to divert attention to other matters of grave importance. Such as the treasure chest rumored to be at the base of the Whomping Willow.
Only one student kept an interest in the bizarre deliveries of epic sweets, never quite able to catch the vigilante himself. Madame Pomfrey, bless her, had like the rest long since given up attempting to stop the disturbance so here it was- Saturday night once again- and the bold knock on the door she gave only a sigh to.
"That's for you dear," She murmured at the Hufflepuff tending to the potions cabinet. She left it at that. And Rajiv, normally, would have left the basket he opened the door to in a corner for the rest of the night.
If it had had candy in it as per usual, and not a single piece of parchment that read only:
If ever there were a moment to be brave, it is now- but only now-
please meet me in the Courtyard by the Astronomy Tower
at ten'o'clock tonight.
Yours truly,
An Admirer
WHEN: Sep 16th, evening
WHERE: It begins in the halls outside Madame Pomfrey's- where it stops, nobody knows~
WHAT: A secret admirer is caught red handed- that paint's never gunna come off, mate...
There came a point in time in the hallowed halls of Hogwarts when rumors, gone on long enough, became fact and facts extended just a bit more, became legends. So it went that every student, barring the ignorance of the first years, knew the legend of the Stalwart Admirer. If one came to Madame Pomfrey's at a certain time early evening every Saturday, it was said one would bear witness to the delivery of an infamously large basket of candies. A basket that came not toted in the hands of a trembling, anxious witch or a well-meaning if not slightly insane young wizard. It came- as the legend decreed- by a masked vigilante with his head wrapped in a curious turban-esque mix of scarves from every house. No one had ever seen his face, buried as it was beneath the fabric. No one had ever heard his voice and the few fool students who had- for a prank- attempted to catch the Stalwart Admirer, never seemed to recall their attempts afterward.
Occasionally the less seasoned young ones would gather at the end of the hall and peer around the corner to watch the vigilante phase in from some corner of the school unknown. More often than not, they let the curiosity be; for three long years tended to divert attention to other matters of grave importance. Such as the treasure chest rumored to be at the base of the Whomping Willow.
Only one student kept an interest in the bizarre deliveries of epic sweets, never quite able to catch the vigilante himself. Madame Pomfrey, bless her, had like the rest long since given up attempting to stop the disturbance so here it was- Saturday night once again- and the bold knock on the door she gave only a sigh to.
"That's for you dear," She murmured at the Hufflepuff tending to the potions cabinet. She left it at that. And Rajiv, normally, would have left the basket he opened the door to in a corner for the rest of the night.
If it had had candy in it as per usual, and not a single piece of parchment that read only:
If ever there were a moment to be brave, it is now- but only now-
please meet me in the Courtyard by the Astronomy Tower
at ten'o'clock tonight.
Yours truly,
An Admirer