Locked In - All in our room join?

[nevilletherebel]

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.

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[tbootylicious]

Terry began to stir as he heard a banging sound, grabbing his wand the moment he was awake enough to realise that it was banging and banging noises like that never tended to be a good thing in the middle of the night.

He blinked when the room illuminated, his own wand pointed at Neville as Neville looked sheepishly at them all. Terry frowned, wondering if he'd heard Neville correctly. "You've... what?"

[nevilletherebel]

Neville frowned, still holding on to the wand in case he needed to defend himself. He looked up at Terry as he was the first to wake up, and biting his lip, sat back down on the bed, illustrating the door with the illuminated tip of his wand.

"I tried to lock the door, and it...turned into something, stabbed me and...ran under the door." He lifted his hand and dabbed at the wound with the sleeve of his dressing gown.

"I can't undo it, either. Everything I do just seems to...bounce off."

[tbootylicious]

Terry's head fell back onto the pillows, not sure whether he should be angry with Neville or laugh. He suspected already that Kevin and Pansy would do the former.

"You always were one hell of a wizard, Neville," he said with a soft chuckle. Terry rubbed his eyes, looking at Neville a little more clearly now. "So are we trapped in here?"

[nevilletherebel]

"I remember," he muttered, weakly, pulling his leg up onto his bed and wrapping his blanket tightly around it to stem the bloodflow. It wasn't that bad, but looking at it was making him queasy.

"It doesn't help that I haven't touched my wand in a week...and yes, I think we're trapped until someone outside comes and lets us out. I don't imagine the handle's gone on that side."

[kevin_montague]

"What the fuck is the meaning of this?"

Kevin was right pissed now. In fact he was livid.

"Parkinson you stupid twit. That's 320 thread count hand selected egyptian cotton your binding Longbottom's leg with. I do hope you're fucking planning on replacing them and fast."

He was standing in his black silk boxers, hair ruffled from sleep, eyes dark with lack of sleep and frustration.

"And what the fuck did you do anyway, Longbottom? It's a bloody bedroom, the only sharp edges around here are the pages in your journal and I sure as hell shouldn't have to give up my bed linens for a god damn paper cut."

Kevin paused, staring with a mounting sense of alarm at the door.

"And where is the freaking doorknob?"

[nevilletherebel]

"I warned you not to wake him up, you know..." He moved back a little on the bed to put as much space as was possible between himself and Kevin in the small room.

"It ran away," he explained, in a voice just loud enough to carry.

Now he turned his attention back to the bottle in his hands, staring at the dark green glass for a moment before changing the subject just as abruptly, back to the game. "So, P-Pansy?" He offered the bottle towards her.

[tbootylicious]

Amused by Kevin's anger more than anything, Terry pushed back the covers of his bed, a little miffed that Neville and Pansy could apparently easily talk about him and Kevin shagging when he was in the room wide awake and looking straight at them. Of course, they were also in possession of booze, which could easily get rid of his annoyance.

"I just hope that doorknob doesn't attack anyone else," he said with a grin.

[nevilletherebel]

Neville had to admit that he was grateful for Terry's interference, and offered the bottle towards him. "Well? Have you ever worn makeup?"

Anything but wait for the inevitable scolding that Kevin was going to give him...or beating. It was like being caged with a lion.