Dungeon calling Open for 1 Closed

Chris didn't move a single muscle, his eyes kept staring ahead of him as he listened for anything out of place. The walls around were no longer visible, but as long as he stayed in the same place he'd have a vivid idea of where they were. His hand still had a tight grip of his wand, which faced downwards towards the ground. Hopefully he didn't need to use it, but if someone dared attack him he had no other choice. Suddenly, from what seemed from out of no where a loud squeal came from behind him, forcing him to instinctively turns his head towards the source. An echoed clatter of footsteps came running his way, almost as if they were running towards him with purpose.

The Slytherin turned his whole body around in a fast motion and extended his arm forwards, pointing it in the direction of the footsteps "LUMOS!" he shouted loudly with a flick of his hand, once again lighting the wand with a pale light. However, before his eyes could adjust a body rammed into his chest at speed, forcing him to fall backwards back first onto the cold concrete below "Arghhhh!" yelled the boy when he hit the floor, gritting his teeth from the agony. What he didn't notice was that his wand got catapulted down the tunnel, where it continued to roll until it reached a wall on the far right. The white light was still visible from his wand, but it was no longer covering his area, forcing him and the mystery attack into darkness once more. He tried to slowly lean his upper body up and do something, but his back had other ideas. With a groan he leaned himself back on the floor, prepared for whatever was coming at him to attack once more "W-whoever you are, show yourself!"

Chris squinted his eyes and slowly put a hand to his eyes as a flash of light appeared in front of him. At first, he could only make out a silhouette of a person standing above him, but after a few seconds it was clear of who was the mystery person was "Illowy...?" he said confused with a tilt of his head "What in gods green earth are you doing down here?" groaned out the Slytherin, who managed to get into an upright position now. He looked up to her and sighed, before putting a hand to his back to feel for any damage. The back of his shirt was drenched in ground water, forcing him to slightly shake from the cold embrace. There was one positive though, his back didn't feel as bad as it was and he didn't hit the back of his head off the cold concrete below "I saw you sneaking off to come down here. What in the world are you thinking going off by yourself. This place is worse then the Catacombs in Paris." answered the fellow Slytherin, looking down to him with a dazed look.

The boy looked to the right of him and place a hand on the wall, using it to slowly get to his feet. He was lucky to only escape with cuts and bruises, and not anything else serious like a concussion. Chris noticed a small light at the corner of his eye, a pale light that showed a particular part of the corridor. That had to be his wand! the stick must of been flung pretty far to get that distance "Eh... I just thought I'd do some exploring. By the way... why were you sneaking up on me like that? you could of just called out my name" Questioned Chris with a raise of his eye brow and shake of his head "Anyhow, it's probably not best to talk about it now. Our main focus should be getting out of this damp dungeon, and getting my wand back..." Winced Chris as another shot of pain went through his back "Jesus christ that concrete was unforgiving"

Chris raised a hand up to his hair and lightly brushed it to one side, trying his best to make him somewhat presentable. He wasn't expecting to be shivering cold and in a mess at the very start of a dungeon exploration, as well as bumping in a familiar face who almost brutally injured him "I was just trying to see what you were doing. You never know what odd things people get up to at Hogwarts, especially if you consider the recent history." she replied to his question. Illowy was right, Hogwarts did after all have a pretty dark past in its shadow and had a fair share of strange people. However, the wizarding war didn't really bother him as much as other students due to his muggle upbringing. In his first school, they taught him about the world wars that happened in the muggle world, this wizarding war that happened recently was still new to him. The perception of someones personality was something he had dealt with before though. In some cases, it was great to be strange and different to everyone else, but some people take it in the wrong direction and cause problems for themselves.

"And I wasn't sneaking. I thought I heard something and then there was a bloody rat and it touched me and startled the life out of me." she said in an almost defensive manner. Chris turned to her with a motionless face and later looked down to her mucky shoes "Well, it wouldn't surprise if those rats carried dangerous diseases. You might want to check yourself out when we escape this maze" Said Chris with a serious tone, yet false statement. He wanted to get his own back for her knocking him down, only until they escaped, he wasn't evil enough to carry it on. While Ilowy thought of his statement she caught the shadow of his body wincing, his pain still visible from the crash and burn earlier "Aye, i'm fine... it was my fault for turning of my light" grunted the kid in annoyance, it was a stupid move to as a whole especially in a dark dungeon like this "But hey, good job in knocking me down. You've got some good strength..." he said as he slowly got to his wand and knelt down, picking it up and examining for any damages. Luckily, the stick didn't have any noticeable damage from what he could see "Well, at least my wand isn't damaged from what I can see. Lets see if we can get back to the entrance shall we?" Chris said as he got back into a standing position, continuing the journey freezing cold wasn't an option, the exploration would have to be moved to another date for now.

He extended his wand back down the corridor, the place they were only minutes before "I'd say we travel back down there and turn left at the first exit" he said with some thought as he slowly started to walk down the corridor again with a grimace in his teeth "At least it isn't as bad as been stuck in a storm while fishing out at sea..." smirked the lad thoughtfully, it may of been one of the most frightening days of his life but the one that made him push past his limits. The thrill was enough to remember it for years to come...

"Or being lost in the woods at night." replied the girl to his question as they both began walking down the corridor. The ceiling above them continued to leak water on top of their heads as they figured away out of this underground maze "Why would you go on a boat in a storm anyway? Why go on a boat at all?" questioned Illowy as they turned a corner, revealing another wall of darkness ahead of them. Chris smirked at the question and turned his head to her "Well, my fathers job is a fisherman. Now and then he asks me if I want to help him out on the boat, only if i'm not doing work or out of school of course. All I do is help bring in the nets for him and sometimes if i'm lucky drive the boat, but that's only if it's a calm day." Chris said before a short pause, his head scanning around him as he looked for anything familiar. He stopped walking for a few short seconds, before collecting his thoughts and carrying on down the tunnel "On the day of the storm you wouldn't of seen it coming. The sea was the calmest i've seen be and the weather reports suggested nothing wrong. Our boat, which is called "The Mariana" is a small thing, but as sturdy as any other boat in the harbour. We set out with her in the morning and must of been out there for 3 hours when we noticed something was starting to brew."

Chris lets out a deep breath and shivers slightly from the cold, his wet clothing not doing any favours as he walked along. He looks at the ground in hesitation for a few seconds before carrying on his story "The waves started to grow rough and unpredictable, and the sky above turned as dark as this tunnel. When we were almost back things got real crazy, like the boat almost tipping over and sending us overboard. The rain was as heavy as it could get too, you could barely see with the conditions we had on that day. But I can tell you now, when we saw the lighthouse lights in the distance we were both jumping for joy inside. If we didn't start heading back early we most likely would of died, but I can tell you now it was one hell of an experience." smiled the boy thoughtfully. To anyone else it would of been a bad thought, but to him it was a life lesson and an experience he'd never forget "Sometimes the bad experiences in your life can be the ones that help you most..."

"Well, my fathers job is a fisherman."

"Sometimes the bad experiences in your life can be the ones that help you most..."