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Post by Professor Quinn on Sept 8, 2007 12:59:34 GMT -5
Pulling a large rusty key from the inside of his robes, Professor Shaun Quinn unlocked the large glass door of Greenhouse Number Three with a small grind of its hinges. With its interesting and mostly dangerous plants, its heavily perfumed air from the giant umbrella-like flowers that clung to the walls and the many rustles and bustles, made the room a perfect place to think. Though some may think it strange that such a place would have made a good get away, to Shaun Quinn it was perfect. He wasn't one for silence, it was far to depressing, far heavier than any noise.
Reaching a low bench that left a small gap between the rows upon rows of deep, earth filled trays ready for tomorrows classes, he rested his feet, palms down and his head hung low. There were so many questions spinning in the young Hwadmasters mind that he had no idea where to begin with them. He simply chuckled to himself as he slapped away the thick vine of the famous Venemous Tentacular as it creeped slowly up his shoulder.
"Must be teething..." he muttered at the thought of the many times Pomona Sprout had said those words to so many classes. To his own class, over 11 years ago, back in his third year when the world had no troubles...
Heavy rain began to cascade down onto the dirty, moss covered roof of the Greenhouse above him, there large droplets umbeling from the dark and misty skys that swirled above. With another sigh, he returned to his thinking. Back to his thoughts of Delilah Chiasson. Had she really abandoned the school, leaving so much resting on his shoulders? Though he found it hard to believe that his colleuge and friend had turned her back on the worlds final hope and fututer, the students, and had been consumed by evil, he knew that during such times of great perill and danger, torture and pressure, anyone could be twisted by the ways and means.
With a final sigh, he stood, slightly more alert, but for unknown reason. He brushed his fringe from his forehead, the only sounds now the pounding rain and the creaking of the Tentacular. Though he was alone, something was amiss. Something was happening that roused suspicion. Something dark. He pulled open the door and relocked it, yet keeping his back to the door.
He was not alone on these grounds.
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Post by Professor Chiasson on Sept 9, 2007 13:04:22 GMT -5
It had been the hardest thing that she had done. Professor Delilah Chiasson had left the school to see her father in Ireland, who was dying of some unknown illness. The two had never fully gotten on well. Not since her first year at Hogwarts, when she was sorted into Hufflepuff. He was devastated, but loved her nonetheless. It was only on his deathbed that he had told her how proud he was of her, and even how proud her mother would have been. That had came as a shock to her, seeing how much he hated the woman who posed as a witch to win his love. But the two Chiassons laughed and smiled up until his last breath. And then it was time to go back to her beloved school, to which she owed so much.
Or, that was the plan she had. Bellatrix Lestrange, unfortunately, had a different one. On the way to her portkey, Delilah was abruptly interrupted by a gang of 6 masked Death Eaters. She had been kidnapped, and was sent to the Dark Lord's place of residence, which was and still is unknown to anyone but the Death Eaters. She had been taken up there for questioning about the happenings of Hogwarts and the Order of the Phoenix. Delilah, who was loyal to her her school and co-workers, refused to give in and was put under many curses to break her silence.
And so there she was. Scared, scathed, and scarred for life from what had just happened to her. She had entered the Hogwarts grounds unbalanced, both mentally and physically, yearning for any means of help. And then he saw him. Her co-worker and close friend, Shaun Quinn. He was just locking up Greenhouse Three when he came into view. She dragged her tired self closer to where he was.
"Shaun..." she gasped. "Please - get help." Those four words were all she could muster before fainting.
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Post by Professor Quinn on Sept 10, 2007 1:02:18 GMT -5
As the four whispering words of Delilah Chiasson carried across the still air, long, drawn out and filled with pain, he turned and saw her body fall for wards onto the thick grass, her eyes closed. The world stopped still and the stomach of Shaun Quinn turned one thousand times. "Jesus Christ..." he muttered, already sprinting in the direction of his bruised and bleeding friend. Pointing his wand to wards the castle as he crouched down beside her, a silvery substance shooting from the tip before forming a shining Lynx.
"Quickly, its Delilahs hurt..." he said in its direction, and it shot off into the night, streaking across the grounds toward the castle. To wards help.
His concentration now at the tired and damaged body that lay next to him, he raised his wand and then lowered it to her chest, muttering charms under his breath as he went. His full effort and ability focused on getting Professor Chiasson to safety. Her face seemed pale and slightly withdrawn, her eye lids heavy and darkened. She'd been through so much...
A few lights within the school flickered to life, there owners receiving his urgent message. And two figures hurried from the now open school door, there shadows running along side them as they made there way to hope and recovery of there dearly missed headmistress.
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Post by Professor Trelawney on Dec 23, 2007 6:41:18 GMT -5
Sybill ran as fast as her bangles, jewellery, shawls and skirts would allow. The Headmistress? Returned? Why had her Inner Eye not allowed her access to this information? The Ravenclaw Prefects were keeping the students in bed, she'd made sure of that. she had no idea where Halliwell had sent the Slytherins, if he'd even received the message, but that was beside the point. She had come, and that was all she could do. Carrying a large amount of medical supplies from the Hospital Wing, she headed across to where she could see a crouching person, no doubt the Acting Headmaster, who had sent her such an urgent message, and a still body...could it truly be...?
She made it across to the Greenhouses, the Lynx still lighting her way, she crouched alongside Shaun, and as she placed the supplies between them, her arms raised to her mouth as she suddenly saw the sheer state that the Heamistress was in. Bruised, battered, bleeding, and unconscious. "I came as soon as I could...The Lynx seemed to find it hard to get into my room, probably the spiritual auras...hence why I'm so much later..." She squeezed the hand of the Headmistress. "I've brought these; Poppy told me that these should help somewhat...oh, poor woman..." she said, quietly as she pointed to the pile of bandages, potions, remedies and cures.
"Ravenclaw Prefects are keeping all students in bed, any that try to get through the door are going to be noted; a list given to you so you can...decide what you wish to do with them." She added, a hint of pride in her not-so-mystical voice. All of the mystical and magical sound in her voice had left, she sounded hollow and frank. "I have no idea where Halliwell is, though." She said, a hint of annoyance in her voice, and then in an undertone, "Surely this is more important than...bottling potions and what have you..."
She swept some of the Headmistress' hair from her face and looked down, concern written on her face. It was worse than when Minerva had got hit by around a dozen stunners...this was...mortally dangerous.
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Post by Professor Halliwell on Jan 20, 2008 5:08:33 GMT -5
Professor Halliwell was alone in his office as usual by this time of night. Going over last minute papers...failing first years who haven't studied the basics of potions. Honestly he was doing them a favor if they didn't understand it now...they would never get it later on. Potions was not a class to take likely with Lance Halliwell at the helm. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Lance looked up towards the sound echoing the office, by this hour it had to be a teacher, a prefect, or Flich. The seer prayed it was not the last one. His wishes were received as one of his prefects stepped into the room upon his command.
"Professor Trelawney was just seen flying down the corridors she passed the Dungeons called out to you."
Professor Halliwell let out an enormous sigh....what did the quack want this time?
"Return to the Common Room and insure that no one leaves there. Should anyone dare will answer to me and be on a one way ticket home. The fates of all Slytherins lay in my hand." He said before showing his prefect the door.
Lance new he was a TRUE seer, he had the gift of sight. Things that he saw that she didn't begged him to ask why. When she claims to be to have the "inner eye". Honestly he hated her class in school because of this very reason. Lance also had the feeling she was trying to hold this against him....seniority. Well they were equal now. Heads of Houses alike.
Professor Halliwell made it out of the Dungeons when a sliver Lynx appeared and after echoing words of another Head of House the professor sprinted out the door. As he was running Lance waved his hand as a bottle zoomed after him.
Arriving at the scene by the Greenhouses following a frantic Trelawney...who Lance noted was rather slow seeing as he was able to catch up to her. Joined the other Heads as they cared for the Headmistress.
The bottle finally catching up zoomed to the Gryffindor Head of House.
"Here, get her to drink this it will help. More so in my opinion then the anything you'll..." The Professor decided to save the for another time.
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