cheerscharlie (cheerscharlie) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2016-01-08 00:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | charlie weasley |
Who: Charlie Weasley & Open
What: The Great Hall won't clean itself up
Where: The, er, Great Hall ruins
When: Thursday afternoon
Rating: Low
It was almost like the remains of the war all over again, except at least this time the death count was much lower. At least this time the death count hadn't included any of his family.
Charlie moved amongst the piles of cracked stone bricks and small piles of wood and rubble that were slowly building up whenever anyone had time to come in and try to dig through.
He found himself drawn to the furthermost corner of the hall. It was dusty and covered in a layer of frost, but that was easily fixable with a wave of the wand. Scattered across the floor were thousands of diamonds, rubies, sapphires and emeralds. The house points that so many students had coveted for so many years had been spilled like blood, and the shattered remains of the hourglasses still clung to part of the outer wall that remained standing.
He didn't know why it seemed important, but it did. Charlie transfigured four small chunks of wood nearby into bowls and set about collecting the gemstones.