RP: Edward and Dylan Who: Edward Chambers and Dylan Vassey Where: Hogwarts, Trophy Room When: Tuesday, 26 October, 2025, afternoon Summary: Edward goes to see a man about a bowl and finds a puzzle instead.
Edward had been waiting impatiently for over twenty minutes outside the office of the Head Curator for the Clio Wing at the British Museum. If the Museum hadn't been one of his most frequent and high paying customers, he would have walked out ten minutes earlier. But, as it was, when the secretary opened the door and announced Fitzwilliam was ready to see him, Edward merely nodded before stepping through the door to the curator's office.
Or, what he had assumed was the office.
For all the times he'd visited the museum, he couldn't remember the curator ever collecting trophies, at least, not actual trophies. The man's collection was something Edward could recite from memory, having been responsible for obtaining most of the pieces and authenticating many of the rest. The bowl he'd been called in to look at was twelfth century, carved from wood that had petrified over the years. It certainly wasn't the tacky silver thing that greeted Edward upon entrance.
Glancing about him, Edward moved cautiously into the room, which was filled with these childish monuments to...wait. The Hogwarts Quidditch Cup? What was that doing in the museum?
Moving closer to visually inspect the cup and then others nearby that held equally recognisable names and honours, Edward frowned. It didn't make sense for so many school awards to be on display at the museum. No one cared that much, not even about Potter's history. And why had the curator arranged for them to be here when Edward was coming to authenticate a new find for him before it was put on display?
There was an open door nearby and Edward slowly walked toward it. If this was some sort of elaborate prank, he most certainly couldn't see the significance. This was something the Weasley Twins might have pulled off. But he couldn't see those two bothering with the museum, even if Fred had still been alive. The door proved to lead to a gallery filled with arms and armour. And this was even more familiar than the trophies left behind him.
Edward had loved to come to the gallery as a student, walk amoung the history and artefacts of bygone wizards.
But, this couldn't be the Hogwarts gallery he'd known any more than that could have been thr trophy room. It had to be an elaborate display for some reason, an exhibit on the history of the school, or something of the sort. There was no other explanation.
Opening another door at the other end of the gallery, Edward found himself in a familiar corridor. And, really, this was getting ridiculous. Spotting someone at the far end of the hall, he called out impatiently. "You there! Find me Curator Fitzwilliam. The man has a lot of bloody nerve wasting my time like this. If he can't be bothered to keep his appointments, the museum can find another expert, although good luck finding anyone better."