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| Mischief with Myrtle Revisited; Day 6, During COMC | |
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| Deleted User | May 22 2008, 07:49:05 PM Post #1 |
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Ian entered the girls' bathroom on the second floor, which he'd been using for almost a month now to brew his polyjuice potion. He'd first heard about the room last year from a girl from his house who complained that she tried to use the bathroom in the lavatory on the second floor, only to be scared off by an unrelenting moaning from one of the stalls. An older Slytherin girl had informed her that it was just Myrtle, the dreary ghost of a young girl who constantly--and loudly--laments her own death. Ian also learned that, because of "Moaning Myrtle" no one ever goes into the bathroom; so, save for Myrtle's constant wailing, it was as good a place as any to hide his potion. Attempting to ignore Myrtle and her wailing, Ian walked past the first stall, hearing a slashing sound as he took that first step. He looked down to see a puddle of water on the floor, knowing that Myrtle must have flooded the bathroom recently. He groaned. The hem of his robes was no wet. Moving on past he turned and entered the last stall, where he was happy to find that his lacewing flies had stewed nicely over the past 21 days, and that his bluebell flames spell had held up very well, and showed no signs of weakening as it burned bright blue inside the toilet bowl on top of which his bubbling cauldron sat. The blue flames were completely immune to the water they burned upon. Without stopping to wonder why his marks in Transfiguration were still so lackluster, Ian dove straight into his bag, bringing out a bottle of pickled leeches (he'd hoped his lack of fresh ones wouldn't hurt the potion), chopped knotgrass, and fluxweed (which he'd bought at the apothecary's in Hogsmeade on the school's last Hogsmeade weekend, and which the store clerk assured him had been picked only when the full moon had been shining overhead), and finally, the skin of the boomslang and the bicorn horn he and Bella had nicked from the potions stores (managing to both destroy the stores and drive their--now former--Potions Professor batty enough to have been deemed 'unfit to teach' by the Board of Governors). He lay the out on the floor in front of the commode, carefully extracting Moste Potente Potions (which he'd nicked himself from the restricted section months ago on one of his midnight jaunts where he strode through the castle after hours, hidden from view by darkness only his Hand of Glory could penetrate) from his bag. It was and old book, and a bit moldy, so he opened it just as carefully. Across the room, in the stall furthest from his, Myrtle continued to wail loudly. Ian would have been annoyed, if her incessant lamenting didn't make it so any noise he made would most likely go unnoticed by anyone outside the lavatory as he added his ingredients to his potion, stirring as instructed by the book--all the while trying to keep the grotesque illustrations of people transforming into other people (all of whom had very painful expressions on their faces) out of the forefront of his mind. |
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| Deleted User | May 23 2008, 08:08:14 PM Post #2 |
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As Ian stirred in the freshly shredded boomslang skin, the potion began to bubble. Within seconds it had the exact color and texture of mud. Ian smiled as he double checked the instructions, noting that this was the proper form. Now all he needed was a bit of the person he was going to change into...though with everything else he needed to worry about, he hadn't really devised a plan for getting it. He needed two of them, since Bella wanted to help. He knew it was best to go in the guise of a fellow Gryffindor, so that his target would feel much less threatened...or at least until it was too late. If he did this all carefully, he could avoid hurting anyone too seriously, as the prospect of what he was about to do still weighed heavily on the Slytherin boy's consciousness. Shake it off, he thought, I mean, we have staff that can heal whoever gets hurt, so how bad can it be? You need to focus on the task at hand. Now how to get a couple Gryffindors...and make sure that THEY don't rat you out later...? Myrtle continued to moan. "Would you pipe down just a bit?" Ian snapped, "I'm trying to think!" In his vexation, Ian hadn't had the slightest realization that that had been the first time he'd ever actually said anything to Myrtle in all their time sharing this bathroom. As the wailing suddenly stopped, Ian knew somehow he would regret it. "Oh?" said a girlish voice with a mix of curiosity and spite, "The boy who's been sneaking around in here everyday finally speaks up?" And right through the cubicle wall, as if it were not even there, floated in the transparent, silvery form of Moaning Myrtle. She looked quite young, perhaps she hadn't even been as old as Ian when she died? She wore specs, and her face had quite a few noticeable pimples. Floating there with her sullen expression, she didn't seem to, in life, have been the kind of girl that had a well-loved personality. "Oh," said Ian, quite startled, "H-hello, Myrtle." "'H-Hello, Myrtle'," she mimicked mockingly, "You...I thought you were different. Everyone who ever comes in here just comes to make fun of me...'Oh look at Myrtle, she looks so pitiful', or 'It's okay to make fun of Moaning Myrtle. She doesn't have feelings. She's dead!" Myrtle then burst into laughter, rising high into the air, after which the laughter slowly died into more wailing as she lowered herself to Ian's eye-level--too close for Ian's comfort. She stopped wailing and sighed--or at lest, she made a sound like sighing, Ian knew enough to know that ghosts didn't breath--then she said, in a fully spiteful tone, "But now you finally come in with your 'Pipe down Myrtle!'...and I thought we were friends..." Ian was sure that was a joke. "What are you doing here anyway, if you didn't just come here to tell me to pipe down?" Myrtle asked, floating over to Ian's cauldron. She looked in. "Oooh," she said in a scandalous tone, "Not being a bad boy, are we?" "No--," said Ian, "...well, yeah. I mean I'm not really supposed to--you won't tell anyone, will you?" "Who would I tell? Nobody talks to poor, dead Myrtle. People count on it. You're not the first to come in here to break the rules. Why I think I've probably seen enough to get half the school expelled," Myrtle informed Ian in an almost gleeful tone, as if she truly relished the thought, "But I don't. I just sit in my cubicle and cry. Cry, cry, cry..." and then she floated upwards again, high to the ceiling, moaning and wailing as she went. Ian thought this all quite interesting. Thinking he might like to know who's going around breaking the rules, he asked, as nice as possible, "Oh? Like who?" as Myrtle continued to moan and groan above him. "Like...the other boy..." she said finally. "What other boy?" Ian asked curiously, "What did he do?" "Come and see. Weeee!" Myrtles nose dived over the cubicle wall. Cautiously, Ian bent down to look up under the cubicle wall. When he decided that he could see nothing but the bottoms of the sinks, he got up, and exited the stall. He walked over towards the place where Myrtle was, just a few steps from the sinks. "See?" she asked, "He vandalized my bathroom!" Ian looked to the part of the wall she had pointed at, and there, etched into the stone, was a list of names: Ian de Ponte du Lac Benjamin Thomas Addie Lumineux Julian Kahn Mascacra Demise Venessa Murphy John Holland Nate Aphelion Natalie McIntire Liam Reynolds Ian examined the list of names etched perfectly into the wall--it must have been done by magic--his eyes first noticing the very first name at the list, which had been crossed out. Delitrious? Have I heard that name before...? Next, he spotted the second name: His own! What the...why is my name here? Ian also spotted several of his friends' and good acquaintances' names too. Of those he knew and liked, Julian, Mascara, and Natalie were listed. A number of his enemies (both chosen and circumstantial) were also there. There was also a Professor's name there as well. Very odd. And the fact that he, Julian, and Mascara were on the same list as people the likes of Addie Lumineux and John Holland was perhaps even more mind boggling than there simply being a list of names etched into the wall of a out-of-order girl's lavatory. "Myrtle, who was it that put this into the wall?" he asked, wondering just a tiny bit if he should be worried. "I don't know who it was," she said, "I just remember that he was a very scary boy. And pale too. He looked like he wanted blood! I just sat, watching him from the cubicle, hoping he wouldn't see me..." Ian cocked an eyebrow. "But why would you be afraid?" he asked, "You're a ghost..." Myrtle's expression hardened. "OH!" she got right in front of Ian's face--Ian could have smelled her breath, if she had breath--looking a mix of hurt and fury. Ian backed into the wall, actually afraid, "So, Moaning Myrtle can't feel fear, huh? Moaning Myrtle can't feel anything because she's dead!" She floated back, away from Ian. "No, that's not what I meant--" said Ian, knowing he'd said the wrong thing as Myrtle let out a loud wail before swan-diving back into her cubicle with a splash that let Ian know--though he didn't really want to know--that she'd landed in the toilet, from which now issued more moaning. Ian stood there for a moment, puzzled at how Myrtle could be hurt by a mere stating of the facts. She was dead, and that meant there was little this 'scary boy' could have done to her. The thought hit him, of course, that she might not have had the most accepting people in her life. He turned back to the wall, eying the first name on the list. He suddenly recognized it: Abbadon Delitrious was the name of the boy who had been found dead earlier in the year. But why? Was there a connection? |
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| Bellatrix Black | May 27 2008, 07:34:52 PM Post #3 |
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As Bellatrix walked into Myrtle's bathroom, she heard the resident ghost give a particularly loud screech and heard the splash as she took refuge in her toilet. She was just wondering why the water moved at all when the ghost passed through it when she spotted Ian, the reason she was there and not at dinner. Her was staring at a wall she couldn't quite see as though trying to figure something out. Curious, she walked up behind him and read the names. "What's that?" she asked suddenly, squinting at the wall. "Why would someone write a bunch of names on a bathroom wall?" |
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| Deleted User | May 27 2008, 08:18:00 PM Post #4 |
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"Don't know," said Ian, "But half our year is on it...as well as that boy who died this year..." He gestured to the first name on the list, which had been crossed out. The Slytherin boy turned to face his cousin, "But we don't have time to be worrying about that. Everything is just about in readiness...BLINKIN!" yelled the boy, as if trying to summon someone from thin air. There was a loud CRACK, and someone really DID appear out of thin air: an old house-elf dressed in a tea towel that was wrapped around himself like a toga. "Yes, Little Master?" croaked the elf, who seemed, however old and meek he was, to carry himself was much more dignity than the average elf. Ian's eye twitched in annoyance and frustration at the 'Little Master' part, but he decided not to make a show of it in front of Bellatrix. "How's our mark?" Ian asked his servant, whom he had found out could apparate within Hogwarts if commanded to, though that was a clear violation of about 10 school rules. The elf spoke quite well for one of his kind--not at all in the groveling way that most house-elves did. Ian did not bother to tell his cousin that his servant could actually read and write. "The Collis girl has moved outside into the Forbidden Forest. That was when I lost sight of her." Ian smiled. This was good. There would be no witnesses as to the attack, and there would be plenty of darkness to cover him and Bellatrix. "This is excellent, Blinkin. Now I need you to go and tail her, and report to me if there is any change in her position." "Yes, Little Master," The elf bowed low. But before disapparating, the elf lifted his head, "I should warn you, however, that she is not alone. I spotted her going into the forest with a Gryffindor boy of her year." Ian sighed. The Collis girl was always a loner. Why did she have to chose tonight find herself a boyfriend!? "This is...unexpected," said Ian, vexed, "But it doesn't change the plan. You may go." The elf bowed low again, this time there was another loud CRACK, and he was gone. Ian turned back to his cousin. "Hmph. Good think you agreed to come along after all," he said in reference to the unexpected Gryffindor boy, "Well, all we need now is a couple of Gryffindors. Here. Take this." Ian handed Bellatrix a small vial of potion. "That's befuddlement draught. Made it in Potions class. Get your target to swallow it and they won't know who got after them. I think we should go up to the seventh floor"--Ian wasn't sure, but he THOUGHT that was where the Gryffindor dorms were--"And wait for a couple of good targets. What do you think?" |
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| Bellatrix Black | Jun 1 2008, 02:39:24 PM Post #5 |
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Bellatrix listened to Ian speak to (she assumed) his House Elf, twirling her wand and gazing around as they spoke. She began to feel impatient, excited, and was glad when the Elf finally dissapperated. She took the vial from Ian and stowed it carefully in her robes. "Alright" she said. "But what about our robes? Two Gryffindors running around in Slytherin uniforms is bound to look odd..." |
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| Deleted User | Jun 2 2008, 05:48:49 PM Post #6 |
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"Already got that covered," said Ian as he pulled two robes with Gryffindor patches. "Nicked these from the laundry." "We should go," he said, motioning her to follow as he left the bathroom, heading up the stairs to the seventh floor. |
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| Bellatrix Black | Jun 2 2008, 06:48:38 PM Post #7 |
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"Well alright then..." Bella muttered, following Ian out of the bathroom. |
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| Deleted User | Jun 2 2008, 09:13:56 PM Post #8 |
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Ian and Bellatrix entered the bathroom. "Okay," said Ian, "We've got all we need." From his bag, Ian extracted two goblets and moved over to the cauldron of bubbling mud in the last stall. Quickly, he dipped each goblet into the potion, and hurried out to Bellatrix. "Now," he said, handing her a goblet of polyjuice potion, "the book says to add the hairs," Ian dropped the brown hairs of John Holland into the mud-like substance, "like so." And the mudd began to bubble faster, before Ian and Bella's eyes, it became clearer, and turned a bright red color. "Hm. Interesting..." Ian waited for Bella to do the same. Both of them were going to do this at the same time, so that neither of them could chicken out. |
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| Bellatrix Black | Jun 4 2008, 03:39:18 PM Post #9 |
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Bella followed Ian's example and added her hairs, causing the disgusting muck to turn into...orange-ish disgusting muck. "Ugh..."she said, her nostrils flaring slightly. "Right....together then?" Bella glanced at Ian. |
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| Deleted User | Jun 4 2008, 04:40:43 PM Post #10 |
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"Right," answered Ian, "One. Two. Three." And he brought the red liquid to his lips, and downed it all in one qulp. The sensation spread very quickly. Beginning in his stomach and throat, the disgusting nausea, and burning feeling spread throughout his body. He dropped the goblet, which sounded with a resounding CLANG. Feeling as though he were about to be sick, Ian turned and gripped the sink, but instead of blowing chunks, Ian's skin began to bubble as if it were the polyjuice potion itself. His hair lightened first, shooting back into his head. He grew taller, causing his robes to split down the middle. The transformation was increadibly painful, but the pain had receeded quickly as it had came. And standing now in the bathroom, in Ian de Ponte du Lac's torn robes, was John Holland. |
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| Bellatrix Black | Jun 4 2008, 04:55:05 PM Post #11 |
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Bella, trying not to think about what she was drinking, pinched her nose and gulped down the horrible potion. However, she didn't have much time to be disgusted, for a moment later the potion began to take effect. Bellatrix's immediate reaction was that she was melting-her skin, her face, everything, felt more liquid than anything else. Her eyes burned and she was forced to snap them shut, and when she opened them a moment later they weren't her black eyes, but bright blue ones. Her thick, tightly curled black hair transformed into shorter, straight blond locks. She also noticed that the Gryffindor must be smaller than her, for her Slytherin robes were suddenly a bit too large for her. She stared, dumbstruck into the mirror, poking her face as if to see if it was real. "This is weird..." she muttered to herself, before suddenly remembering that they only had about an hour. She picked up the Gryffindor robes from where Ian-rather, John-had left them and hurried into a stall to change into them. |
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| Deleted User | Jun 4 2008, 05:08:58 PM Post #12 |
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As Bellatrix ran into the bathroom to change, Ian looked down at his own robes, only now noticing they were torn to shreads by Ian's sudden change in height. he said aloud, and grabbed his extra robes from the bag, and put them on after ripping off his own torn ones, not bothering to go into a stall to change due to the hour of lateness. Being John was a bit weird, as he wasn't used to being this tall. And he fell over trying to put on the extra trousers, managing to get them wet in the flooded bathroom. With a snort of annoyance, Ian got back up and dressed in his stolen--and now wet--Gryffindor robes. When he was dressed, he extracted one last item from his bag, the Hand of Glory. Raising his wand to it, the snake in lion's clothing raised his wand to the candle gripped by the eerie shriveled hand. "Incendio!" The hand lit, though ony he could see it. He knocked on the door to the stall Bellatrix had entered. "Bellatrix? Are you ready? It's after-hours now, we can sneak out with the hand." |
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| Bellatrix Black | Jun 4 2008, 05:32:19 PM Post #13 |
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"Yeah, I'm coming..." Bella called to Ian, straightening "her" robes and emerging from the bathroom stall. She still felt incredibly weird, and kept shaking her head slightly as she wasn't used to sudden lack of weight from her tones of hair. "Let's go" she said, taking hold of the hand and leaving with Ian. |
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