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WHO: Adam & Mikey + Anyone Who Makes It To The Great Hall
WHERE: ... the Great Hall!
WHAT: Zombies, defenses, students, and... braids?
WHEN: Friday Evening (10/23)
One of the first things Adam had had to take care of, once he'd gotten all of his second years and the NEWT students he'd acquired into the Great Hall, was do something to drown out the scrabbling and groaning from the doors. Sure, being barricaded in was one thing, and putting up wards was another thing, but the constant sound of ravenous elves attempting to get to the students (and himself, if he was honest, but he was not in the interest of being so at the time) was driving them all a little bit insane. So Adam had devised a way to both ward the room to keep the elves out, and to deaden the sound from outside.
No, maybe it wasn't the best idea, because then they couldn't hear anyone trying to get in from the outside, and it didn't even really work that well, because they'd still get the occasional house elf bits arriving in the hall (but they'd only gotten one more-or-less whole house elf so far, so that was good) from splinching. But at the very least, there was an alarm devised to let them know if someone - an actual, human someone - was trying to get in.
Just then was the first time it had gone off. Adam made a face and got to his feet from the floor, where he'd been trying desperately to entertain five 12-year-old girls (Merlin, his life was hard), and scrambled for the door with quick instructions for the four seventh years he had to keep an eye on the kids, and keep an eye out for whole-elves. He brought down the sound-deadening barrier first, and was surprised to find that there were only human voices outside, not groaning elves. That was exciting. Another moment, and he could have the wards down enough to let people through, if they were people. But since he didn't hear groaning, and he heard voices, they had to be people.
He tugged the door open a bit, revealing blessed, beautiful humans on the other side. "Oh thank Merlin," he said brightly, hoping they'd ignore entirely the fact that his hair had been braided by a few bored 12-year-olds.
WHERE: ... the Great Hall!
WHAT: Zombies, defenses, students, and... braids?
WHEN: Friday Evening (10/23)
One of the first things Adam had had to take care of, once he'd gotten all of his second years and the NEWT students he'd acquired into the Great Hall, was do something to drown out the scrabbling and groaning from the doors. Sure, being barricaded in was one thing, and putting up wards was another thing, but the constant sound of ravenous elves attempting to get to the students (and himself, if he was honest, but he was not in the interest of being so at the time) was driving them all a little bit insane. So Adam had devised a way to both ward the room to keep the elves out, and to deaden the sound from outside.
No, maybe it wasn't the best idea, because then they couldn't hear anyone trying to get in from the outside, and it didn't even really work that well, because they'd still get the occasional house elf bits arriving in the hall (but they'd only gotten one more-or-less whole house elf so far, so that was good) from splinching. But at the very least, there was an alarm devised to let them know if someone - an actual, human someone - was trying to get in.
Just then was the first time it had gone off. Adam made a face and got to his feet from the floor, where he'd been trying desperately to entertain five 12-year-old girls (Merlin, his life was hard), and scrambled for the door with quick instructions for the four seventh years he had to keep an eye on the kids, and keep an eye out for whole-elves. He brought down the sound-deadening barrier first, and was surprised to find that there were only human voices outside, not groaning elves. That was exciting. Another moment, and he could have the wards down enough to let people through, if they were people. But since he didn't hear groaning, and he heard voices, they had to be people.
He tugged the door open a bit, revealing blessed, beautiful humans on the other side. "Oh thank Merlin," he said brightly, hoping they'd ignore entirely the fact that his hair had been braided by a few bored 12-year-olds.