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[Having been warned by everyone else's responses, Neville decides not to open his present right away. From the sounds of it, this santa is some kind of sick bugger. There's a letter on top of his presents though, so he tentatively picks it up to read it. No one's warned him about letters yet.
Anyone near 456 Stone Street will hear an extremely loud, extremely pained scream coming from inside. It is the sound of Neville receiving his wand. Directly into his arm.
He drops to his knees, holding his shaking right forearm. He can see the outline of his wand under the skin, against his muscle, and grating on bone.
Neville's too busy focusing on the pain and on how the bloody hell is he going to get it out to notice that his one present has rapidly begun shedding paper. The present inside is tearing it's way out.
He notices when the first "FEEEED ME!" shrieks through the room. Shivering with shock, Neville turns to find a large plant in the corner, looking hungrily in his direction. It wails at him again and grows larger again, until it's about the size of a dresser.
Scrabbing back, Neville collapses on the floor- having forgotten and leant on his right arm. As much as he wants to collapse and whimper, he's noticed the tendrils sprouting from the plant and he doesn't want them anywhere near him. If those teeth are any indication, this plant is not a herbivore. It takes him a while, but he manages to drag himself out the door and shuts it as another "FEEEEED ME, NEVILLE!" shrieks forth.
Residents 456 Stone Street will find him, in extreme pain, either leaning on the door or dragging something in front of it.
Anyone near a phone will hear the following, shortly after he's barricaded his room shut. He sounds very much in pain] There's- A dangerous plant was in my present- If you don't have to be near Stone Street, try to stay away, please!
Also- is there anyone here who knows [a pause as he grits his teeth and remembers there aren't any medi-wizards here] who can do surgery? I- That Santa person put something under my skin-
[Outside the House you might notice tendrils and vines extending from Neville's bedroom window and the occasional cry of "FEED ME, NEVILLE!". Neville, his arm now wrapped very badly in a teatowel/sling, will be trying to find something to a: feed the plant with. b: get the plant down-sized with or c: kill it with.]
Anyone near 456 Stone Street will hear an extremely loud, extremely pained scream coming from inside. It is the sound of Neville receiving his wand. Directly into his arm.
He drops to his knees, holding his shaking right forearm. He can see the outline of his wand under the skin, against his muscle, and grating on bone.
Neville's too busy focusing on the pain and on how the bloody hell is he going to get it out to notice that his one present has rapidly begun shedding paper. The present inside is tearing it's way out.
He notices when the first "FEEEED ME!" shrieks through the room. Shivering with shock, Neville turns to find a large plant in the corner, looking hungrily in his direction. It wails at him again and grows larger again, until it's about the size of a dresser.
Scrabbing back, Neville collapses on the floor- having forgotten and leant on his right arm. As much as he wants to collapse and whimper, he's noticed the tendrils sprouting from the plant and he doesn't want them anywhere near him. If those teeth are any indication, this plant is not a herbivore. It takes him a while, but he manages to drag himself out the door and shuts it as another "FEEEEED ME, NEVILLE!" shrieks forth.
Residents 456 Stone Street will find him, in extreme pain, either leaning on the door or dragging something in front of it.
Anyone near a phone will hear the following, shortly after he's barricaded his room shut. He sounds very much in pain] There's- A dangerous plant was in my present- If you don't have to be near Stone Street, try to stay away, please!
Also- is there anyone here who knows [a pause as he grits his teeth and remembers there aren't any medi-wizards here] who can do surgery? I- That Santa person put something under my skin-
[Outside the House you might notice tendrils and vines extending from Neville's bedroom window and the occasional cry of "FEED ME, NEVILLE!". Neville, his arm now wrapped very badly in a teatowel/sling, will be trying to find something to a: feed the plant with. b: get the plant down-sized with or c: kill it with.]