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[patternprophet]

WHO: Leoben Conoy and a whole bunch of other people. Semi-open
LOCATION: Various hallways through Hogwarts, ending at a secret passage out of the school
WEEK: 72
TIME: Late Saturday night, after the Quidditch Match
WHAT: Leoben has to deliver a box of illegal materials to Hogsmede. Which turns out to be a lot more difficult than it sounds.
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enter derp.

[thehankinator]

Hank couldn't believe that Helper had run oFF. But not just that. He had run over the edge of the platform in the Hall with the moving staircases and knocked himself senseless and since then Hank had been following a trail of nuts and bolts trying to locate the, now, sort of broken robot. He paused, briefly, taking not of the diminishing trail.

"He can't be too far, now." He murmured under his breath, popping the collar on an old brown trench. Hank was a detective today, and nothing would stop him from solving the mystery of the missing robot. "Don't worry, Helper, I'm on my way." Pulling the rim of the hat down over his eyes, Hank continued down the Hall, only to pause as one of the bolts up ahead made a noise. He froze and looked up, but there was nobody there. "Hello, ..? Is someone there? .. Batman?"

[patternprophet]

So far, so good. After narrowly avoiding that one student, as well as Belle, Leoben had managed a decent pace, and if he kept this up, there would be nothing to worry about. That was until he heard the crunch. Was there something that spilled that he hadn't known about?

A quick lumos spell told him that there were bolts under his feet.

"What are these doing here?" he wondered, before realizing that he wasn't alone in the hallway. Frak.

[thehankinator]

Darnit Helper. He just had to run away. He had probably gotten himself lost, too.

Hank let out a sigh, but it got caught up in the back of his throat as that crunch! resounded throughout the Hall. He spun around, but didn't see anybody. Biting his lower lip, nervously, Hank took several steps backward, only to crush a few nuts and bolts under his own weight.

"Gh- Gh- Ghost!" He threw his arms up, and without warning, charging down the Hall flailing.

[patternprophet]

Any further thoughts as to why there were nuts and bolts on the ground couldn't be spared, as Leoben noticed Hank coming towards him. Which struck him as odd, as usually when one was panicked they ran in the opposite direction. Either way, Leoben had to get out of the way or else Hank was going to encounter the large box that he couldn't see what in his way.

He started down the hall again, faster than he had before, hoping to find a good place to do that without being obvious.

[ooc: sorry I didn't get to it yesterday, but did you want me to get that Leoben/Red log up?]

[thehankinator]

Hank is a bit special, and that's, sadly, putting it lightly. He continued to run down the Hall only to, then, skid to a halt as a familiar sound picked up. It was Helper--! but somehow the incessant drumming noise hadn't stopped, despite the poor robot having been falling apart for the past hour or so.

"Bad robot. Bad. I have been looking all over for you." Helper started beeping at Hank in return, the two, seemingly, conversing. "Fine. I'm sorry, just .. keep quiet. I think there may be a ghost in the Hall." Helper, finally, stopping the drumming, starting flailing his arms and driving in circles as Hank rushed over to try and calm him down. "No! Helper, stop! That's the opposite of quiet." He hollered, just having forgotten his own instruction.

[ ooc; Don't worry about it, :3. Sure! ♥ ]

[patternprophet]

With Hank making enough noise for the both of them, Leoben was feeling pretty good about his chances of getting out of there more or less unnoticed. Though the robot was rather intriguing. Leobne made a note to learn more about it later, when he didn't have sensitive material to deal with.

Granted, he was a bit closer to the wall than before, and so the box hit the wall with an audible thud, which might alert Hank to his position.