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[loyalotter]

Who: loyalotter / sacrificemyself / cruxofapotter / nearlychosen / lunarwit / hisdarkmark
What: The DA House starts getting out of hand. Someone has to bring it together again!
When: At night for a start, probably backdated a little to closer to the middle of the hallucination craze?
Where: House 26
Summary: Hermione rounds everyone up to spend the next few days together on the floor of the living room
Rating: PG (

Comments

Oh hey I'm alive for this post awesome <3

[nearlychosen]

No time to waste? But time was something they had in great abundance in Luceti! I mean, that was unless you were listening to the bloodied spectre of Ginny Weasley who'd settled in the corner of Neville's room and taken to making commentary about his tardiness as he puttered around a cauldron filled with herbs and water that would be stewing if he could get his wand-hand to stop shaking long enough to cast properly. Bloody hallucinations, making everything harder.

"I-inkendi-- I.. I mean.. incende-- No that's not it. Really Ginny if you're not going to be helpful you could at least keep quiet for a moment! You're worse than Snape was."

Neville Longbottom was attempting to brew a potion. It was probably best he be interrupted and deterred by residents who would prefer the house not be set on fire.

/celebrates! \o

[loyalotter]

Well, Hermione came barging in right about then. Contrary to her usual manner, she looked a little disheveled, though she did seem to take in the sight of Neville brewing something and the idea of what that sight might mean.

"Neville, we don't have time for this. Come on; we need to stick together in the living- Oh stop it already!"

That last little bit is sent at the figure behind her, laughing its shrill and crazy laugh.

"Right. Come on! Please!"

And then we'll never be on at the same time ever again. XD

[nearlychosen]

Hermione was actually a welcome relief, all things considered. She wasn't suffering nearly as badly as the tortured Hermione screaming in his bed, and she even had all her limbs intact! That was more than Lavender could muster, that was for sure. He smiled up at her in a way that would be warm if you didn't much mind the whole bloodshot eyes business.

"Sorry, Hermione? I'm going to need you to speak up a little? It's a bit loud in here, you see."

Sooooob XD Yeah, my early class was cancelled Friday, that's why XD

[loyalotter]

Hermione wasn't doing that badly at all... for now. Or at least that she was showing. The sight of Neville is always good, though he may or may not notice that the Hogwarts robes she's wearing are sparkling and yellow where they should be red. Also the prefect badge reads "Cullen" instead of anything else. She's given up trying to understand it.

"NEVILLE!" she yelled finally, motioning at him with her hand to punctuate her words. "Up! Downstairs! Now!"

[cruxofapotter]

In his room, Harry is determined to meet this stonefaced. His scar never hurts long enough to give him the impression that Voldemort is actually there, but he's seen his nemesis enough times - and over enough bodies - that it's made him quite irritated. Try as he might, he can't seem to completely distract himself with Ferretco. Hedwig is perched on the other side of the room, very obviously annoyed with him for being cooped inside and denied a rather large feast of rodent. Harry is sitting on his bed (the only thing that can fit the giant ridiculous skirt he's stuck in), letting Draco explore and trying to hold his sanity together. A disheveled Hermione - but a safe one - is definitely a welcome sight.

[loyalotter]

Crookshanks is downstairs waiting for Hermione when she reaches Harry's room. Much like with Neville earlier, she doesn't even bother knocking, plowing right on into the room. The only noticeable difference now is (aside from her hair) the fact that she's got her hands over her ears and she looks like she's trying not to hear something.

Probably safe to say she's ignoring the Bellatrix following her.

Oh, and the sparkling Hufflepuff robes she's wearing along with the prefect badge on the chest reading "Cullen." No, she doesn't understand it, either.

"Harry! Come on, we're going downstairs!"

She sounds her usual bossy self, though there's a tinge of something quite like panic buried in her voice.

[hisdarkmark]

Ferretco was actually being fairly calm today, just hopping and crawling through Harry's room. Everything's going perfectly fine up until Hermione bursts into the room, and he turns his little furry head up to look.

However, instead of seeing a Hermione or even a Bellatrix, Ferretco sees something much, much worse. The words are lost on his ears as they're replaced with a bunch of snarling and a Fenrir Greyback slamming the door wide open before the werewolf lunges.

Thus, the ferret lets out a very startled squeak and quickly skitters under Harry's bed into the far corner, turning himself in circles as the Greyback snarls and claws to try and get at him. Don't mind him, carry on.

[cruxofapotter]

Harry stands up, hoping to some how get out of this madness. He knows the Malnosso won't give up that easy, but he's determined to stay level-headed about this. "I'll be right down, Hermione-"

But he's cut off as his ferret-boyfriend flees under his bed, where it is particularly difficult to reach him in a hoop skirt. Seeing Greyback is jarring, but a Stupefy passes right through him. "This is so bloody tiring," he groans, climbing down to try and reach for Draco. The skirt goes vertical, which could lead to unintentional flashing - if Hermione's still watching them. Sorry you had to see your best mate in panties, Hermione. It's not like he wants them.

[sacrificemyself]

Like Harry, Ron would also consider a disheveled Hermione a welcome sight... except that the one he kept seeing over and over again wasn't quite disheveled. Well, she was, but 'a bloody, half-eaten wreck' would likely be a more appropriate term.

Ron, it would seem, had spiders on the brain. It could be the ridiculous costume he'd been forced into, or it could simply be his very natural and very strong arachnophobia acting up. Whatever it was, he was sitting on the floor in a corner of his room, looking up at a tiny cobweb on the opposite corner. But he didn't see it as tiny; rather he saw it as filling the expanse of the room, littered with spiders of various sizes, from the typical garden spider to Aragog-levels of hugeness. And right there, stuck on the web, was Hermione, screaming at him to use his wand, to cut her loose, to do something, but all Ron could see were the mostly-devoured remains of various other friends that he'd failed to save. He couldn't tell they were his friends, of course, since most of their flesh was gone,

[loyalotter]

Considering she was still annoyed with Ron, Hermione fully expected to still be annoyed with Ron, but the moment she enters the room, something in her softens. Unfortunately, she can't quite sort out what's going on out there in his room with everything that she can see and hear following her.

Namely Bellatrix, Greyback, and her now zombie parents who were asking her why they died without even remembering their only daughter's existence.

"Ron!" she practically yelled at him as, once again, she entered without knocking. "Come on! We're going downstairs!"

[sacrificemyself]

Hermione's call was just another one of her pleas to do something in Ron's mind, and he shook his head, still immobilized by fear. He saw a sudden flash of light and jumped as a body fell in front of him, and he realized that it was George, his ear a bloody and half-eaten hole, and that was it, Ron was just going to squeeze his eyes shut and wait until he either woke up or got himself killed off, too.

[loyalotter]

Apparently Ron was having some of the worst of it. Hermione pushed into the room, determinedly ignoring whatever Ron was seeing along with the Greyback and Bellatrix that were tailing her and yelling threateningly at her. She strode pointedly forward to grab Ron's hand and tug him to get up.

"Come on! Up!" she called as she pulled. "It isn't real!"