pl_wraith (pl_wraith) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2015-10-17 16:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1998 october, benjamin mcewen, gabriel truman |
Who: Gabriel Truman [Grab me]
What: Something wicked this way comes...
Where: Potions store room
When: Saturday Afternoon
Rating: Medium
Madam Pomfrey had asked Gabriel to get a stock of ingredients for the infirmary. Most of them were the usual things found in amongst the student supplies, one or two would have to be sourced from the cupboard of the potions master, but for the most part it was simple enough. Only one thing was kept right at the back of the room, and that one thing was what Madam Pomfrey had wanted to use to attempt to make better restorative.
The room is quiet and very still, being down in the dungeons and away from the bustle of the rest of the school. It's dimly lit but Gabriel knows the room well enough from these previous runs. There is nothing to suggest that there is anything in the room that is out of place, and indeed there is nothing in the room that shouldn't be.
As Gabriel steps into the room, moves deeper, the air feels closer, chillier. But it's a room in the dungeons, they're all a little chillier, it's nothing-
He's barely reached his hand out to the ingredient he needs when, in one soft breath, every glass jar in the room shatters, showering Gabe and the floor with millions of pieces of broken glass.