Post by Charlotte Riddle on Jul 6, 2009 3:12:43 GMT
Just as many nights before this, the common room was completely empty, seeing as it was a very horrible hour of the morning. A cloaked figure stumbled out of the seventh year's dormitory, and quickly made her was out into the darkness of the dungeon hallway. There was the shuffle of cloak and on object was pulled out from under the cloak. Light shown from the item, giving the holder visibility down the hall. The portraits remained undisturbed as the bright light moved through out the floor. The Hand of Glory. Borrowed, with or without permission from the Malfoy siblings.
Almost rushing now, the body was climbing closer to the seventh floor. The wizard's trainers were making a bit more noise then anticipated, giving way to a few complaints from the portraits. An annoying old witch, waking up from her framed slumber among her infestation of bundimuns began to voice her agitation.
"Whomever is making that horrible racket, would you please-!"
"Langlock." The Slytherin's hex was barely overheard in the silence of the castle. Rushing off to the next floor above, the figure finally stopped in front of the empty and door-less corridor. Lowering the black cloak from her head slightly, the witch passed up and down the hall, slowly, three times. She paused and turned to the wall just in time to see a door magically forming in front of her. She rushed in and the door shut quietly behind her, disappearing from view on the other side.
The room was about the size of a normal household bathroom. It contained a short table with two deep purple recliners and a cabinet in the corner filled with soon to be needed items. The small girl walked in and a light slipped on reveling Miss Charlotte Crenge. She took a seat in the chair facing the door and waited for the other member of this very small meeting to enter the room. She took off her cloak and placed it across the back of her chair. She hoped she wasn't going to be left waiting for too long. She really wanted to get on with it. This was something that needed to be done sooner rather then later. It was essential for the task at hand.
Almost rushing now, the body was climbing closer to the seventh floor. The wizard's trainers were making a bit more noise then anticipated, giving way to a few complaints from the portraits. An annoying old witch, waking up from her framed slumber among her infestation of bundimuns began to voice her agitation.
"Whomever is making that horrible racket, would you please-!"
"Langlock." The Slytherin's hex was barely overheard in the silence of the castle. Rushing off to the next floor above, the figure finally stopped in front of the empty and door-less corridor. Lowering the black cloak from her head slightly, the witch passed up and down the hall, slowly, three times. She paused and turned to the wall just in time to see a door magically forming in front of her. She rushed in and the door shut quietly behind her, disappearing from view on the other side.
The room was about the size of a normal household bathroom. It contained a short table with two deep purple recliners and a cabinet in the corner filled with soon to be needed items. The small girl walked in and a light slipped on reveling Miss Charlotte Crenge. She took a seat in the chair facing the door and waited for the other member of this very small meeting to enter the room. She took off her cloak and placed it across the back of her chair. She hoped she wasn't going to be left waiting for too long. She really wanted to get on with it. This was something that needed to be done sooner rather then later. It was essential for the task at hand.