Michael Corner (mr_curiosity) wrote in attheclose, @ 2011-03-24 19:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: michael corner, character: seamus finnigan, character: susan bones, date: 1998 - 03, location: hogwarts - other |
WHO: Susan, Seamus, Michael. A couple of First Years with the worst bad luck ever and a guest appearance by the Carrows.
WHEN: March 24th 1998.
WHERE: One of the dungeons.
WHAT: There are First Years being chained to the walls in the dungeons. It's Susan, Seamus and Michael to the rescue! Unfortunately, luck isn't on their side tonight.
RATING: High probably.
STATUS: Incomplete.
"OY! PEEVES! Stop it!"
Michael Corner's patience was thin as it was and being chosen as Peeves' person to torment for the evening was quickly wearing his patience down from being thin to non-existent.
"If you don't stop this right now...ow! This isn't funny!" A thankfully empty ink bottle struck his arm painfully. Eyes narrowing, Michael reached for his wand. "I don't care what people will say, I'm going to exorcise you!"
Peeves' laughter stopped instantly as unbeknownst to himself Michael must have struck a nerve. The poltergeist swooped down on him only to halt at the very last moment and pull the rug out from under Michael's feet. The Ravenclaw stumbled a few steps back, cussing in a way no one would have believed possible only a few days ago. His back hit a tapestry and before he knew what was happening, the wall gave way and Michael found himself falling completely backwards into darkness.
He got back to his feet a couple of moments later, all of a sudden in another hallway, surrounded by walls of roughly hewn stone in a dim-lit place, illuminated only by the odd flickering torch at a random interval. Michael sighed. It figured that if he was to fall through some previously undiscovered "short-cut" in Hogwarts castle, he would end up in the bloody dungeons.
Grumbling, Michael picked up his wand again and dusted himself off. And that was when he heard it. At first the Ravenclaw was half-convinced that the sound was merely a figment of his imagination. A gust of wind howling outside, perhaps. It was the next sound that convinced him that he wasn't imagining things. He was in the dungeons and someone was crying. Quietly and pathetically as if they had already exhausted themselves and no longer really believed that anyone would hear them. Michael felt his blood run cold and before he realised it, he was running toward the sound.
The view that greeted Michael was almost worse than the sound. Children – mere First Years – chained to the walls of a dungeon! Michael felt the blood drain from his face in horror, leaving him dizzy for a moment. Then he couldn't move quickly enough. Wand in hand, he was beside the children within a heartbeat and, in his eagerness, first scared them.
"Sorry," Michael said and held up his hands in a pacifying gesture. "I'm here to help you. I'll get you out and then I'll get you warmed up. Just hold still and let me handle the chains, okay?" He forced himself to hide the horror he felt and bent forward with a shaky smile.
"Everything's going to be okay," he whispered, then froze in sudden terror. There was a sound like footsteps on the stone-floor. Someone was coming!
Pale and nervous, Michael's hand tightened around his wand and he put himself in front of the kids. Whoever this was, they were going to have to go through him in order to get to the kids. Even it if was a teacher. Even if it was a Death Eater.