Madeline Spinks (penciler) wrote in whizlogs, @ 2012-09-30 09:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! house: hufflepuff, ! house: slytherin, ! month: september, madeline spinks, melinda bobbin |
Who: Madeline Spinks & Open
What: Maddy's trying to make it to dinner before it's over and wouldn't mind some help shaking her tail.
Where: Hallway leading from the cellars to the Great Hall
When: Friday 28 Sept, early evening/near the end of dinner time.
Status: Incomplete
Lost in her own thoughts, Maddy mounted the stairs that led from the cellar to the Great Hall, hoping she wasn't too late for a quick plate. She'd tried to take advantage of the pre-dinner time when the Common Room was at it's quietest for extra work. And though she'd sort of lost track of time, she felt it had been time well spent. Potions was not the easiest class she had and she knew OWLs were going to be very difficult if she didn't keep ahead of studying. She was going through her notes in her mind, silently committing it all to memory, and didn't notice the activity beside her until the screaming started.
It was more of a yell or, really, a protracted yelp with underlying tones of whimper coursing through it, but either way it was enough to force Maddy to stop and stare at the portraits lining the hall. In a large landscape on her left, a rather dull one that she couldn't imagine anyone had ever paid this much attention to, was a thin, scraggly looking wizard clad in bright red robes. He was holding onto the loose fabric as he ran, full speed, across the painting and was the source of the noise. Halfway across the painted moor he spotted her and turned, running toward the front of the painting, right toward her. "Yeh...." he panted, bending over and placing his hands on his knees as he sucked in, or seemed to suck in, oxygen.
"You, " he tried again, obviously pleasantly surprised when he found he was capable of speaking, "wouldn't know which way to...hey, wait!" But Maddy had already started walking away from the man. She couldn't really say that she made it a point to not converse with someone who ran around screaming for no discernible reason while simultaneously clutching a potato, as it wasn't a regular occurrence, but she knew her chance for dinner was slipping away and this didn't seem like a priority in the face of hunger. It was just odd. She continued toward the Great Hall but the wizard followed her into the next painting, waving his arms for her attention. He still had his potato. "That's just rude," he scolded.
"Following me isn't?" Maddy paused, regretting the move to indulge the odd character in conversation but too guilty over being called out to continue on.
"You were rude first," he remarked, crossing his arms like a petulant child, "That should count for something. I merely wanted to know if you would be so kind as to help a new fellow find the portrait of Ipslore the Blue?" He held up his potato, pointing at it with his free hand as if she'd somehow not notice it. "He'll be needing - bugger!" His sudden outburst was accompanied by a leap to hide behind a pillar just before a pack of Regency clad wizards, wands held high, hurried into the painting's background. They took a moment to survey their surroundings before hurrying out of frame.
All Maddy could do was stare.
In front of her the wizard meekly poked his head around his pillar, checking if the coast was clear before returning his attention to her. "Really he's more like Ipslore the aquamari-hey!" He chased after her again to another portrait. "This is important!" He insisted, seeming slightly miffed at her shrug and escape attempt.
"I don't know who that is but there are more portraits this way," she explained, hoping she could at least get closer to the Great Hall.