RP: Be Vewwy Quiet, We're Hunting Boggarts...
Date: 21st August 2005
Characters: Horace Slughorn
Location: At home, early afternoon.
Status: Semi-Public (in house and garden)
Summary: Horace doesn't want to be an evil mastermind.
Completion: Incomplete
Horace's patronus, a giant sloth, wasn't flushing out any boggarts in the undergrowth. It had been a long shot anyway; boggarts tended to cause fear, not dreams or nightmares. Horace wasn't sure where his dreams fell on that scale, all he really hoped was that they weren't precognition, not that he'd ever had any talent for divination. He really didn't want to be an evil genius, and if they were in some way predicting his future he had a feeling that they were missing out the part where he came to a sticky end...
Somehow he felt that the dreams were linked to his home - he never had them if he slept elsewhere. The cause must be here, and something he could track down.
The patronus was fading, he'd never been able to hold them for long, and Horace let the spell end while he gathered his thoughts, recovered his equilibrium, and thought of the happiest day of his life, the first time he'd made Felix Felicis successfully. He flicked his wand, summoned the patronus again and sent it into the rose bushes.
Characters: Horace Slughorn
Location: At home, early afternoon.
Status: Semi-Public (in house and garden)
Summary: Horace doesn't want to be an evil mastermind.
Completion: Incomplete
Horace's patronus, a giant sloth, wasn't flushing out any boggarts in the undergrowth. It had been a long shot anyway; boggarts tended to cause fear, not dreams or nightmares. Horace wasn't sure where his dreams fell on that scale, all he really hoped was that they weren't precognition, not that he'd ever had any talent for divination. He really didn't want to be an evil genius, and if they were in some way predicting his future he had a feeling that they were missing out the part where he came to a sticky end...
Somehow he felt that the dreams were linked to his home - he never had them if he slept elsewhere. The cause must be here, and something he could track down.
The patronus was fading, he'd never been able to hold them for long, and Horace let the spell end while he gathered his thoughts, recovered his equilibrium, and thought of the happiest day of his life, the first time he'd made Felix Felicis successfully. He flicked his wand, summoned the patronus again and sent it into the rose bushes.