Irreparable RPG: A Harry Potter Post Hogwarts (irreparable_mod) wrote in irreparable, @ 2010-04-09 00:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | angelina johnson, anthony goldstein, b dunstan, eleanor branstone, george weasley, gregory goyle, hermione granger, marcus belby, penelope clearwater, verity |
GAME WIDE PLOT
WHO: EVERYONE
WHEN: Friday Night around 7p
WHERE: Diagon Alley
WHAT: This Motherfucker.
RATING: R for GORE!
Notes: Thanks Gail!
The statue was the centerpiece of the exhibit. It was a plaster rendering of a life-sized Quintaped submitted by an unknown German artist, painted an ironic shade of pastel pink. It had taken a lot of effort to move into the gallery in Diagon Alley without cracking the long, thin legs. Now the employees were busy hanging the rest of the pieces for the show opening the following evening.
This was Gregory's first visit to Diagon Alley since he'd been released from Azkaban. Huh. The place changed. Some of the stores were gone, others were in their place. Knockturn Alley seemed to be hit the hardest, which kinda made sense, after booting You-Know-Who out of power... Dark Arts were more restricted than ever. At least Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour was still around. On the corner of the street, Gregory stood under a lamp post, finishing up a small cone... it was all he could afford, which was kinda disappointing. Could really go for some more.
As if in answer to his desires, a man he'd never seen before came by with a huge banana split with everything, including hot fudge, butterscotch sauce and chopped nuts. "Would you like this?" the man asked from beneath his hooded cloak. "My eyes are bigger than my stomach and I couldn't eat another bite."
Gregory was sold and already had his stubby fingers on the plate before the man could even finish speaking. "Urmph, pftanks," he thanked the man with his mouth full, whipped cream dribbling on his beard.
"Don't mention it," the man replied. There was a sly tone to his voice, but Gregory was paying more attention to the banana split than anything else. When he was almost through, the man asked, "Would you like to see something funny?"
"Huh? Yeah, sure. Wot izzit?" Gregory asked, his curiosity piqued.
"Do you see that statue over there?" the stranger asked, nodding in the direction.
"Er, yeah?"
"Take this..." From the folds of his robe, the man drew a wand and slid it discreetly into Gregory's hand. "... and go over to the statue and cast a reverse status charm."
"A what?"
For the first time the man's ire flared with frustration. "Dispell the Charm that's been placed upon it," he said, firmly, hoping that Gregory wouldn't need to have it explained a second time.
"Oh," Gregory said, getting it now. "Okay." He tossed the empty sundae plate in the nearby trash bin and wiped his mouth and face clean with a swipe from the back of his sleeve. Without asking why or even questioning the man's motivations, Gregory ambled up the the statue. It was an ugly thing... why would anybody make a statue of a Hairy MacBoon, anyway? He hadn't used a wand in a while, so when he held it, there was a significant pause while Gregory tried to recall the specifics of the spell before he cast it, like the stranger had asked.
The statue seemed to breathe. As the body expanded there was a crackling sound and spider veins appeared in the plaster. It breathed again and this time white flakes fell to the ground. The busy museum staff turned, looking curiously at the source of the sound. Someone realized what was happening just seconds before the scene burst into chaos and screamed, "RUN!"
The statue burst open, revealing a full-grown, live Quintaped, crusted in plaster and angry, ready to kill.