NEW WEEK
I had extended last week since we had some new people join late in the game, but hey.. here we go!
It All Goes Down
Sunday, Jan. 10rd 1982 - Saturday, Jan. 16th
Locations: Hogwarts, Outer Areas
And now for our plot set.. *drumrolls*
Minerva was sitting at her desk, going over a stack of Transfiguration essays, when the calmness of the week finally seemed to dawn on her. Her hand, gripping the quill tightly, paused in his flourished writing for a brief moment as she glanced up at the wall across from her desk. All that had happened, all that was still happening... And Hogwarts had been untouched. Despite the absence of Aurors, despite Albus' assurance that the school was absolutely safe, it still came as a slight surprise to her.
Her brow furrowed as she tried to shake the thoughts from her head, glancing to the window beside her desk absently. It seemed quite a bright night; perhaps a new moon was out -- Merlin knew, she never did care for the needlessness of Astronomy. She stared out into the night for a moment, obviously distracted by the serene night outside.
Won't get any work done like this, she thought, chastising herself as she stood with a sweep of her robes and moved stiffly to the window. She gripped the velvety drapes with a tight grasp, and tugged one side closed with a strong pull. She reached across to grab the other side, when her brow furrowed slightly more. The bright light that seemed to cast a glow over the grounds below was ... shifting. As if it were water reflecting from the lake, but somehow above the grounds. Her head pulled back and she looked thoughful, before leaning forward to look high in the sky, searching for the moon.
Minerva McGonagall's grip on the velvet curtain slipped; her hand fell limply at her side, her tight-lipped expression grew slack, and her catlike eyes widened behind her square frames. A writhing snake was twisting and knotting, emerging from a large skull overhead. The Dark Mark was beaming down at Hogwarts.
In a flash of frenzy, she tore from the room, her robes gathered in tight fists as she made her way down the corridor, knocking insistently on her colleague's office and private quarters' doors. She didn't wait for them -- there was no time to wait, no time to dawdle; she knew they'd emerge, and if they didn't see her streaking down the main stairway toward the exit, they'd figure it out on their own. Something was terribly wrong.
Now this thread is open to both Professors and Students.. it's not too late at night, and curfew had been called off.. and you know how in the stories, a mass of students appear, like, everywhere. XD SO MASS UP, K?
It All Goes Down
Sunday, Jan. 10rd 1982 - Saturday, Jan. 16th
Locations: Hogwarts, Outer Areas
And now for our plot set.. *drumrolls*
Minerva was sitting at her desk, going over a stack of Transfiguration essays, when the calmness of the week finally seemed to dawn on her. Her hand, gripping the quill tightly, paused in his flourished writing for a brief moment as she glanced up at the wall across from her desk. All that had happened, all that was still happening... And Hogwarts had been untouched. Despite the absence of Aurors, despite Albus' assurance that the school was absolutely safe, it still came as a slight surprise to her.
Her brow furrowed as she tried to shake the thoughts from her head, glancing to the window beside her desk absently. It seemed quite a bright night; perhaps a new moon was out -- Merlin knew, she never did care for the needlessness of Astronomy. She stared out into the night for a moment, obviously distracted by the serene night outside.
Won't get any work done like this, she thought, chastising herself as she stood with a sweep of her robes and moved stiffly to the window. She gripped the velvety drapes with a tight grasp, and tugged one side closed with a strong pull. She reached across to grab the other side, when her brow furrowed slightly more. The bright light that seemed to cast a glow over the grounds below was ... shifting. As if it were water reflecting from the lake, but somehow above the grounds. Her head pulled back and she looked thoughful, before leaning forward to look high in the sky, searching for the moon.
Minerva McGonagall's grip on the velvet curtain slipped; her hand fell limply at her side, her tight-lipped expression grew slack, and her catlike eyes widened behind her square frames. A writhing snake was twisting and knotting, emerging from a large skull overhead. The Dark Mark was beaming down at Hogwarts.
In a flash of frenzy, she tore from the room, her robes gathered in tight fists as she made her way down the corridor, knocking insistently on her colleague's office and private quarters' doors. She didn't wait for them -- there was no time to wait, no time to dawdle; she knew they'd emerge, and if they didn't see her streaking down the main stairway toward the exit, they'd figure it out on their own. Something was terribly wrong.
Now this thread is open to both Professors and Students.. it's not too late at night, and curfew had been called off.. and you know how in the stories, a mass of students appear, like, everywhere. XD SO MASS UP, K?