Disclaimer:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I don't own it,
And neither do you.
I had this idea whilst reading a fic by PenguinsOfDoom, so thank-you very much to her –cheers and claps-.
This is set in the style of a Murder Mystery. If you are unfamiliar with the situation, let me explain. They are sometimes played as dinner parties (sometimes as just parties) and it's a role-play. Someone has been murdered and then a kind of Narrator gathers the "suspects" together. There is a host, who plays one of the suspects and they invite guests to play named suspects. The Narrator is just a made up character who never appears. Throughout the game, the suspects read their little booklet telling them who they are, secret information about their character etc and according to what is says, ask questions and accuse the other suspects, sometimes with the help of a "secret clue". The aim is to guess the murderer – one of the suspects is the murderer and their aim is to keep that a secret and not to let anyone find out or guess.
In the phone call, can you try and imagine those split-screen images like on TV sometimes – if you've seen Mean Girls you'll know what I mean – thanks! Oh and I know the first chapter is probably shorter than the Authoress's notes, but that all will be reversed soon…
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Who Killed Lockheart?
Chapter One – A Shocking Surprise
A wavy, golden brown haired teenager laid on her back, a fluffy pillow resting beneath her head as she made herself comfortable on her bed. Her right arm was held out in front of her, in it was a piece of paper that had came out of the box that had previously been sitting on her bed.
"Emma!" A shout drifted up from the stairs – her mother's voice. Inwardly, her heart sank. This would mean she would be made to lay the table or sort the washing.
"Yes?" She yelled back apprehensively. Her reading material was no ordinary reading material and she wanted to examine it properly.
"Have you said thank-you to your father for that little present?" Her heart suddenly rose again. She would not be made to do chores tonight.
"Yes!" Her tone was happier now, "I gave him a big hug, too!" She added for good measure – chores were not what she had in mind. She heard footsteps click back into the kitchen and returned to her idea, her left hand already reaching for her mobile phone.
One ring, two rings. She wondered what his ring tone was – he was saying he'd changed it the other day. Three rings, four rings. Emma hoped he'd pick up.
"Someone's phone is ringing!" A teenage boy lazily swung out of his computer chair and made his way down the stairs two at a time with a thud-thud, thud-thud.
"It's mine!" He swooped down and made a grab for his mobile vibrating in circles near his trainers, the McFly song "It's All About You" echoing around the hall. He smiled to himself when he turned it over to look at the caller ID: x Emma x – she had obviously added herself to his contacts, "Hello?" He mounted the stairs again kicked his door shut behind him before sprawling on top of his bed.
"Rupert, hey, how are you?" before he could reply, she carried on despite the snorts of laughter she heard from him, "Well I have an absolutely amazing idea! It'll be so fun!" He listened to her, getting more and more intrigued by what she was thinking about; he didn't even notice when his screen-saver cut in.
She began by reading him the tale:
The year is 1992 and we find ourselves in a world of magic, mischief, mayhem and…murder. Rumours tell of a curse placed upon a certain teacher of a certain school, yet only a few of the "select few" really know about this hidden world.
Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a place where you would be safe from the threats of evil…or so you thought. The school claims to be shielded from the formidable power of the Dark Arts; so it is ironic really, that the Headmaster and Deputy Headmistress should chance upon a dimly lit corridor, in the shadows of which lay the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher – dead. The alarm is raised, the great doors slammed shut, scores of locks click into place. The whole castle is confined.
Despite the festive decorations, when the students are gathered in the Great Hall two nights before Christmas Eve, they regard each other with suspicion, secrecy and severity. Their teacher, whilst considered "a poncy git" according to the male members, was classed as a "heart-throb" among female members…maybe a few male members too, but the less said about that the better.
Why would somebody want him dead? Who would do it? On who's orders? When? You are about to find out as you investigate Who Killed Lockheart…
The next chapter will be the guest list and then we will begin. I think I'll start by the guests arriving and whatnot and then the "secret information". Oh and the chapters are going to be like the "rounds" only they'll be a few more otherwise it would be really short.
Love,
x Imperial Princess x