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Last Day of Term; Year 4 - Day 16 - End of Term
Topic Started: Jan 7 2015, 10:20:10 PM (179 Views)
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It was the last day of school and Imogen had finished her packing, she had watched as the cases were taken away and walked back into the common room to make sure that she hadn’t forgot anything. As she dashed up the stairs she heard a weird noise come from the common room, but she ignored it at first. She checked out her bed and realised she hadn’t forgotten anything luckily. But when she got back down to the common room she heard another noise, Imogen stopped in the room and walked over to the fire place. People seemed to be dashing around behind her grabbing their cases and getting ready to leave the castle. But here she was.

What is that?
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Unlike the rest of her fellow classmates, Magnolia had already finished her packing days ago. Normally she would have been just as behind like the rest of them but this year she had a particular reason to plan ahead.

Thanks to Professor McKelvey, Noa had spent most of her free time during and after finals in the Restricted Section of the library. What started off as research had quickly turned into an obsession. Noa fed her brain with everything she could find on the elementium. Old newspaper clippings, some reports from Genesis Dreyfus (whoever that was) and just about anything else she could get her hands on. It was only before dinner the previous day that something else had caught and held on to her attention much more tightly than anything she had read those last few days.

Secrets of the Darkest Art by Owle Bullock.

It was a strange find, something she was sure was a mistake. It had been well hidden in a box labeled 'Removal'. The only reason she had found it was in her attempt to reach a book at more difficult height, she needed something to stand on and in her search, her eyes laid upon said box. What surprised her the most was that unlike most of the literature found in the section, it was completely ridden of dust. Only skimming its first few pages did Noa find that fact especially intriguing. Notes were scribbled as well as corners bent served as bookmarks. Someone had found this book to not only be interesting but useful enough to make notes of it. Her imagination began to wander...

Unprepared she closed the book yet she knew she had to come back for it. Quickly she the book in case the box of its original location was taken. It wasn't easy, especially with all the strange events taking place, but Noa found a way to sneak off after dinner, notebook and quill tucked under her arm. What she told a professor was one last letter needing to be sent was really a last minute study session.

Carefully and quietly, Noa had spent all night there. She had so many questions but no one to ask. The risk was much higher than a few lost House points. Had she been caught, she would have been sent back to her dorm, a place the book would not be. Not only that, whoever might find her would most certainly be alarmed at the newest addition to her 'summer reading list'. It would be confiscated. The Headmaster would surely be notified. She would be kept under a watchful eye. Professor McKevley would certainly mistrust her after that. How did she know? Anyone with a brain could tell its implication after a few minutes read. Yet she found herself drawn to it. Noa never before had any bad intentions. Not many goods ones either but for sure never bad. A true neutral. Except she was always drawn to knowledge, to its limits and the fact that there was none. There was a reason she was in Ravenclaw and this was it. Now she wouldn't do anything with this information, being neutral and all but didn't mean she couldn't study it.

So when Noa finally dragged herself into the Ravenclaw Tower, wearing the same clothes as yesterday, hair a mess and the notebook in hand, she looked like a complete mess. Noa wasn't even surprised when she heard a strange echoing sound. She thought maybe she was dreaming. But she could have sworn she could make out a word or two. Maybe not. But then she saw that a fellow year, Imogen Nott, looking around with a peculiar expression. Had she heard it too? Noa followed her to the fireplace.

All she could manage was a grumbled, "Eh?" and nod in the fires direction.
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Only one more day and she would have been able to roam the castle as she pleased, no questioning students and shrill laughter from the stupidest of stupid which Hogwarts had to offer. It was all she could focus on to stop herself falling into insanity, this day was always the hardest.

It was the day she cried the most. Her sobs would usually be confined to the lowest parts of the castle where no one usually ran, her temper rose more than usual and her floating body shook. It was impossible for a ghost to feel pain, but Elizabeth had a sensation about her which made her feel an electric shudder which zapped through her body. It was as though she was real. There was usually only one day in the year that did this to her. Only one day which sent her head thudding and her body shaking, and it was something she had never spoken about or wished to.

She had heard other ghosts got like this on their day, but none of them actually spoke about it either. Unless they were centuries old, but even then some would go into howls and screams at the mere mention of that day. Students stupid enough to ask would feel the full force of it, and Elizabeth had watched as some of those students cowered in fear as that ghost once again approached them. Elizabeth felt the worst pain one year after that day, the pain got less as time passed but it was still there. Still sending shocks through her body. And it was something she could never speak about.

Her death date was today, and her body shuddered from the memories.

It was still a sore subject, it was for most of the ghosts within these halls. But what made it worse was that her usual place where she could have her peace was taken up by unusually chatty ghosts. She couldn’t stand the noise, so she decided out of unusual nostalgia to go up to her common room. But now she hid behind the fire place, quiet sobs escaping her as she hid. It had brought back so many other memories, Elizabeth could only just about cope.

Most of those in the common room continued to dash in and out, but two girls picked up on the sobs. Elizabeth wailed as only ghosts did, and her body slid from the fireplace as she hovered in front of the two girls entering the common room for the first time since she was a living student herself.
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”Have a good summer, Sally!”

”See you in fifth year, Sal!”

Sally remained behind as her roommates dashed from the dormitory, their Louis Vuitton bags slung around the shoulders, their lips coated with gloss as they headed into a summer they believed was going to change their lives. Indifferent, Sally sighed inwardly, her chipped fingernails fumbling with the zippers of her bag. She was the last one in her room, and taking advantage, Sally glanced around and reflected briefly on her fourth year.

It had been a roller coaster. No orphan really forgets the life they had before they were adopted. Now, it felt strange to think that Sally wasn’t really related to the Drapers, but enough time had passed for her mind to categorize them into family. They had done an excellent job of making her feel accepted, and every night Sally thanked her dead parents for sending her new, better ones.

Curiously, she walked out of her room, her mind buzzing with prospective ideas for the summer to come. She hoped she would be able to exchange owl addresses with a few of her friends before she left! People like Ryan Atlas would probably be really exciting to hang out with. And not to mention her brother’s girlfriend’s brother, Jimmy, who had sort of became her best friend on accident. She would be seeing a lot of him this summer…

Sally stopped in the common room, her mouth agape as her eyes fell upon the white, wispy girl fluttering before Imogen Nott and Magnolia Stone. Fear immediately gripped Sally; she had seen every Hogwarts ghost before, but this one was new. Sally instantly wished Dean was around to protect her, but his absence meant she would have to find a different guardian. Knees trembling, Sally backed herself into the wall.

”G-Guys…” She said in a shaky voice, her eyes larger than the moon. ”W-Who is that?!”
     
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Imogen had looked over to Magnolia as she grumbled, now both of them were stood in front of the fire place as weird noises escaped from the bricks. Another wail could be clearly heard, Imogen put that down to being so close to the wall. Before she could ask what the noise could be a figure morphed from the wall. It was a ghost, one which she couldn’t remembering seeing before in the castle. And she looked as though she was their age.

Imogen looked at the figures clothes, they were messy robes with splatters of blood on them and singed edges on cotton pullovers. Within that Imogen could see there was a Ravenclaw symbol on the robes, and despite all of this the ghost had perfectly curled hair that bobbed in front of her shoulders. Who was this ghost, and how did she become a ghost? There were no tears on her cheeks, but if the woman were alive then she supposed they would be stained by mascara. Imogen turned to look at Sally who was trembling, she almost instantly moved over to the girl. “It’s okay, she’s a ghost. She can’t do anything.” Imogen softly called out to the fourth year, her eyes snapped back around to where the ghost was.

The ghost was looking around the room, her lips were parted slightly as she slowly floated back to the fireplace, the fire suddenly went out and the ghost spun to look at it.

“I… I apologize.” The ghost spoke with a soft calm voice. Imogen had no idea who it was, but she had to try and work out why she would be here. And why she would have died. Imogen looked to Magnolia and then back to Sally.
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A ghost.

It wasn't an unusual sight but Noa had never paid much attention to them. She could never get the information she wanted. There was one attempt on her part to converse with one. Unfortunately, it only seemed interested in talking of the life it used to live and selfishly Noa wasn't not interested. It seemed the only things the ghosts of Hogwarts carried around were regret and melancholy and she had no use for that. So she gave up. So why now did she suddenly have an infinity towards her? The girl was just a hallow shell of her former self, a shadow of death.

Noa couldn't help but concentrate on how young she looked. Rather how close in age her and the ghost were. She was prettier than Noa but probably not any stronger or smarter. Someone who had ambitions like her, dreams and feelings of her own but at some point had been at the wrong place at the wrong time. An example of how fragile and uncontrollable life really was. There was no guarantee that Noa herself would walk out that room and not end up a ghost herself somehow. She thought back to Entrance Hall and the nightmares of the beast that remained, the only real grip it ever held on her. She felt her hands start to shake as the reminder of how close she had been to her final breath filled her head.

Her attention returned to the ghost taking a step closer. Frustrated and curious, Noa's eyes widened as she concentrated hard on the spirit that floated in front of her. Her thoughts were racing, wanting to know everything. Noa couldn't comprehend how fast it must have been, to go from someone with life and feeling to trapped and empty.

Asking quietly, her glance dropping to the floor as she spoke. "..Wh--what..happened?" There was no sign of emotion, just hesitation. Did it hurt? Was it scary? It might have seemed callous but inside it was not. There always was much more in her head than her words.

Will I hurt? Will I be scared?

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Trembling, Sally marveled at the floating source of light, a shudder of unease rattling her young spine. Panicking, she darted to Imogen’s side, wishing that Dean would come down so that she would not feel alone. She swallowed the lump from her throat, unable to shake the image of the girl’s bloody stockings from her mind. A ghost like her had a sorrowful story behind her glowing irises.

Sally glanced at Magnolia as she spoke, Sally’s eyes widening at the girl’s dauntless question. Wasn’t that an intimate thing to ask of a stranger? Sally sensed the distinct feeling that ghosts - especially the youthful ones - did not want to reminisce their deaths, as it would rouse feelings of hurt and raw anger. If ghosts could feel something, afterall. Perhaps they roamed eternity with a cold, numb indifference to the physical world they were trapped in.

Finding courage in Imogen’s presence at her side, Sally inhaled deeply, curiosity burning bright inside of her. ”What’s your name?” She added innocently, hoping the ghost wouldn’t anger.
     
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Elizabeth had been asked how she died a number of times, each of those times she had dashed away screaming at the top of her lungs. It was a memory which brought her pain, pain which she wasn’t meant to actually feel. But the emotions were still there, and they were raw. It was as though these students wanted to rip the scab right from her skin, the pieces of flesh pulling away in strings finally parting from her skin and leaving a red mark. The brunette girls question wasn’t obvious, but Elizabeth knew how to take it.

Although her mood was reflective, she felt so normal and alive in the Ravenclaw common room. She wondered why she hadn’t visited it yet, why she had spent all her years hiding. But she ignored the question for now, instead she spun her body and flew up to look at the portraits on the walls. And then to the window, she would never go outside again. A wail left her lips without her intending it to, but then the smaller girl asked her name. “Elizabeth Knightly.” Elizabeth turned around and looked at the girl, she stared at her before turning and looking to the girl with brown hair once more.

“A war.” Elizabeth’s voice was harsher, and then she recoiled as though she caught herself in something. She flew backwards and onto a chair, she turned to look at it and closed her eyes. If only she could actually sit down, if only she could reach out and touch it. But she never could. Fear wasn’t something that could touch her anymore, but anger and upset could. “A war that took so many and gave back so few… Children of survivors walk the halls while I hover in the cracks and corners of this castle…” Elizabeth rattled on as she looked around the room.
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Magnolia frowned. War was something she could read and talk about. She could recite important dates, battles and leaders but Noa would never know war, not really. At least she hoped not. Always looking over your shoulder, wondering if your friends and family would make it home safe...the constant living in fear... Those who escaped with their lives ended up with scars of a different kind. After the dust of a battle settles, the memories of broken men, women and children remain.

Noa watched as Elizabeth stared at a chair only to close her eyes. She had to wonder. Is that what she missed, sitting in a chair? Noa sat in chairs all the time for class, studying, eating, loads of things. It was never a special occasion or anything interesting. In fact, it happen so often she didn't even think about it and wasn't entirely sure she ever had. Yet here was someone who would never sit again. No wonder why thoughts of their past lives were plenty. Reminders were everywhere, even something as simple as sitting.

Realizing now that her first question was not exactly the best conversation starter, Noa wasn't quite sure what to say. "Do you need anything?" she found herself asking. Whether or not that was a silly question depended entirely on the ghost. Noa had no idea what a ghost even need, if the feeling of want, need or desire existed for her anymore. Noa just thought if there was anything she could do for the ghost, she would.
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Elizabeth stared at Magnolia pondering on the question that she asked. Was there anything which she needed, or anything she could have? Elizabeth shook her head sadly. “What could I need? There is nothing I need.” Elizabeth wondered whether she would be able to handle any more questions. Maybe she would with these familiar walls around her, it was as though the room was holding her safe.

“You are our age… Right?” Imogen suddenly asked, Elizabeth turned to look at her and nodded her head. But Elizabeth stared, she tilted her head and leant closer in.

“You have hair as blonde as an old friend.” Elizabeth softly said before floating back and looking between the girls. They could have been faces of many of her old friends, those people walked around alive. Some of them were even within these walls… Elizabeth tilted her head. “Ask me a question, or two. My mood is charitable.”
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To Sally’s relief, Elizabeth Knightly’s ghost was a pleasant presence. At least, so far. She didn’t have the demeanor of Nearly Headless Nick, or Merlin forbid, the Bloody Baron, so perhaps speaking with a ghost wasn’t as frightening as Sally’s fears made it out to be. Sally blinked, a million words running through her mind as she struggled to string together a question. A ghost had an eternity to wait, but Sally was only alive at this very hour.

The obvious question balanced on the tip of Sally’s tongue: How did you die? The Knightly ghost mentioned a war. Sally thought back to her History of Magic lessons, Dr. Schultz puffing smoke from his pipe as he recounted his bravery in the Wizarding War. A chilling thought crossed Sally’s mind: Had her real parents fought in the war? What if Elizabeth Knightly knew them? Sally almost wanted to ask, but the prospect of hearing the truth was terrifying. Sally almost did not want to know.

Sally stepped closer to Imogen, her courage suddenly rousing in her like a lion’s great head. With wide eyes, she looked at Elizabeth Knightly and marveled. Even in death, she was beautiful, a glowing angel, and Sally wondered what she had looked like in the flesh. What color had her eyes been? Sally chewed on her bottom lip.

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“A knight ended my life.” Elizabeth said with a firm tone, she looked to her ghostly fingers and then through them to the floor below her. The rug had changed since she was last in here, but the last time she was in here was when there was a battle. She had ran for her brothers common room, and then dashed out to help her friends. “A curse hit my neck.” Elizabeth flew close to the girls, she lifted up parts of her hair and tilted her head.

There was a blackened area of her neck, it was where the killing curse had hit her and shock her body to death. But she could hardly grip death in those moments, and she shoved it away wanting so desperately not to be dead. She got that wish, although it wasn’t what she really asked for. Elizabeth let go of her hair and flew back.

“A knight? Oh, you mean…” Imogen nodded her head with understanding, but she didn’t say anything else. Elizabeth tilted her head back to look at the ceiling. “But didn’t you see who did it after you… You know.” Imogen continued. Elizabeth let out a small yelp, her body floating backwards.

“It’s so foul, it’s so… unpeaceful. It hurts but it does not. You don’t awake the moment life goes, you awake months later. Maybe even more.”
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