I. A BINDING; BROKEN // OCTOBER 2018Only the following students are allowed to post: Adam Harringtom, Emma Hill, Phaedra Stavrou, + 2
- Your word count does not have to be 200, it at least has to be 100. But the more detail I have, the more I can write for you.
- You can perform one action, but you are free to talk, talking is not considered an action. Picking up a book to examine it is. You're allowed to cast spells, but keep in mind of your student's surroundings.
- Do not god mod and remember that the physical things you do are largely attempts. Your stats will factor into the story, such as observing.
- I post at least once week, you're free to post as much as you like until then. If everyone posts sooner with an action, I'll certainly do so as well.
- Please message me if anything is unclear, I'll happily resolve it.
This is where it begins, in the dark and far from the light.
It's too long from All Hallow's Eve, the time where strange happenings become not so strange. Beyond the castle's walls was the gentle thundering of a storm brewing. Gentle rain taps the pane of the window, it was not a time to be out. There’s a sound coming from the library entrance, it stretches through the hallways and corridors. The closer to the source, the more a person realizes it to almost be a soft murmur. It wasn’t menacing, but neither was it comforting. All it said was one word, repeated as if it was a chant that threatened to get louder.
"... The liar, deceit ... "
Anyone who heard it might be brave enough to follow it, they could also be a total fool. The door was slightly opened, perhaps someone was already inside. Shelves cast ominous shadows on the walls, warning anyone who might try to forsake the wealth it held in each page. Each book contained a secret, hidden treasure and far off lands. To muggles, it was a fairy tale, but to oneself - it might as well be a reality. The voice then would begin to chant to a different beat in the same manner, but it was still barely understandable at best.
"... The fool, defeat ..."
Perhaps it was a ghost, playing a trick on students who dared to tread the halls past curfew. In the library held the past, the present, and perhaps even the future in its steadfast hands. What came before is here and what will come is an empty space in one of the bookshelves, waiting to be immortalized - or even forgotten. Shadows splayed themselves on the wall with the little bit of moonlight that was allowed in through the muddled panes. Not a living soul was found in the between the silent shelves, but maybe that will change. But what was certain was this sound had a source, somewhere within this library.
"... The trespasser, crime ..."
In the North sat the Restricted Section, it was the farthest from the entrance and for good reasons. It contained Hogwart's most dubious works of texts, some of which included the Dark Arts. It was inaccessible as far as anyone was concerned.
To the East and West held the finest works of magical books that the wizarding world has ever seen. Not even the Library of Alexandria could compare to the wealth of knowledge it held. Pages upon pages, centuries upon centuries, every part of this library contained so much and yet has seen so little of the light. The shelves stretched to the heavens and to a young with or wizard, it perhaps looked like a fortress in the clouds.
The South was where the entrance had been and what laid in front of the antagonizers was the librarian's desk. It was the closest thing and upon closer inspection, it was not untouched. The log that kept track of who had taken books out was torn to shreds, pieces of it on the counter and some on the floor. Black ink slowly dripped onto the smooth floor of the library, coming from an inkwell that sat beside a quill snapped in half. Past the counter and on the floor was an incredibly large book, that read 'MVGNV BIBLIOTHECV'. It was the book kept by Hogwart's librarian, detailing every single book that was in the shelves.
- S.Y., Professor of Transfiguration