Locked In - All in our room join?
Who: Neville, Terry, Kevin and Pansy
When: Sept 11th, very late night
Where: Their bedroom
Rating: TBA
Summary: Neville transfigures the doorhandle and lock into something that flees underneath the door and vanishes from sight. After several attempts to open the door, he realises that they're going to have to wait for someone to open it from outside.
Status: Incomplete
Neville yawned and stepped into the bedroom wearing his dressing gown, and still damp from his shower. He just wanted to creep into bed, but he thought he'd lock the door to prevent anyone running in. They were still all in here, which was incredible, and checking that everyone was in bed - including Kevin - Neville turned and drew his wand.
Maybe it was just the desire to actually use his wand again after not doing so for so long, but he couldn't help himself; he touched his wand to the lock and used the wordless spell, and was horrified when it didn't simply click, but instead grew a number of legs and fell off the door. The handle swung around like a scorpions tail, slashing at Neville's foot and drawing a line of blood across it, and then the creature, whatever it was, scuttled under the door, leaving them without a handle or a lock.
Neville stared at the blank door in horror, then began to bash at it with his shoulder, which didn't work, and then moved onto spells. Everything seemed to bounce off; Neville wasn't surprised; considering what they were all capable of, the Ministry would have been sensible to spellproof the house from damage.
There was only one thing for it. He turned to face the sleeping people in the room, and then flicked his wand to illuminate it.
"I'm sorry for waking you up...um...I've kind of...locked us in."
When: Sept 11th, very late night
Where: Their bedroom
Rating: TBA
Summary: Neville transfigures the doorhandle and lock into something that flees underneath the door and vanishes from sight. After several attempts to open the door, he realises that they're going to have to wait for someone to open it from outside.
Status: Incomplete
Neville yawned and stepped into the bedroom wearing his dressing gown, and still damp from his shower. He just wanted to creep into bed, but he thought he'd lock the door to prevent anyone running in. They were still all in here, which was incredible, and checking that everyone was in bed - including Kevin - Neville turned and drew his wand.
Maybe it was just the desire to actually use his wand again after not doing so for so long, but he couldn't help himself; he touched his wand to the lock and used the wordless spell, and was horrified when it didn't simply click, but instead grew a number of legs and fell off the door. The handle swung around like a scorpions tail, slashing at Neville's foot and drawing a line of blood across it, and then the creature, whatever it was, scuttled under the door, leaving them without a handle or a lock.
Neville stared at the blank door in horror, then began to bash at it with his shoulder, which didn't work, and then moved onto spells. Everything seemed to bounce off; Neville wasn't surprised; considering what they were all capable of, the Ministry would have been sensible to spellproof the house from damage.
There was only one thing for it. He turned to face the sleeping people in the room, and then flicked his wand to illuminate it.
"I'm sorry for waking you up...um...I've kind of...locked us in."