I was sitting at a table in the library, reading for advanced potions. My messy blonde hair was falling in front of my eyes and I blew a quick burst of wind into the air hoping to dispel the strands out of my face. I scribbled down quick words onto the parchment on some potion to cure some sort of skin disease, I don't really quite remember. You see those early details of that night aren't quite as interesting as what was to come. All I truly know is that I was bored, and needed some entertainment. I picked up the small oil lantern and walked through the dark corridors of the Hogwarts library towards the back. Books jumped out at me, but nothing really interesting enough for me to pick up and read. I trumped down the walkways into the back. Now you as the reader are probably wondering why I don't just skip ahead to the interesting part, where the fun begins. But anyone who knows me will understand the dynamic interest I have in dramatic foreplay.
So there I was walking. Just walking, not really caring where I ended up when I found myself in a darker part of the library. It wasn't quite the forbidden section, but it was a lot different. It was just a corridor that didn't lead anywhere! At all. That's when something caught my eye, finally. I know what you're thinking. Girl walks in the back of dark library, boogey zombie type creature jumps out at girl. Girl ends up dead because of some hundred year old curse. Well not now. No, it was a comically large book. It had to have been at least 7 inches thick and bright blue. I picked it up and dust flew up in my face. I coughed and sat on the floor to clear my lungs. I looked at the cover and traced the golden letters. All that was there were two letters. T. and D.
Tired Duck. Turd Dance. I laughed as my mind pondered random meanings of the letters in front of me. I opened the book and was startled at what I saw. The book was empty. Hallowed out. Completely mystery legend cliché, but I was still intrigued. There lying inside was a small scroll and a silver flask. I picked up the flask first and shook it. The gushing sound water makes when you shake a bottle could be heard. I smiled and put it to the side and picked up the scroll. I was about to open it when I heard footsteps. I quickly shoved the scroll and flask into my pocket and scrambled to stand and put the book back on the shelf. I straightened my black robes out and pushed the hair out of my face. I rubbed at my eye and a little of the raven black eye liner rubbed off.
I groaned at my mistake when someone popped up behind me. "What's cookin good lookin?" The voice said before pinching my sides. I jumped and screamed, much to Poppy's anger I'm sure, but laughed when I saw the face of my best friend, Blaise Zabini, standing behind me. His crimson hair was slightly messy and his smirk dangled from his lips. His tanned hands were folded across his broad square chest and his green eyes stared into my own. We laughed and I shushed him.
"Are you trying to get us into trouble?" I said and pushed the good looking boy I'd known since I was coming out of diapers. He shook his head and I sighed. The flask and scroll in my pockets felt like they were burning my conciseness, I wanted to read the scroll and tell Blaise, but now was not the time. I sighed.
"Are you coming to the game today? Gryffindor versus Slytherin….It's a big one." He taunted. I of course nodded to appease the beater. He smiled. "I just wanted to make sure. I have to head back to the dorms first and get ready, I'll see you there beautiful." I blushed and he walked off. I sighed and leaned against the book shelf. I had the weirdest best friend. Hottest, but weirdest at the same time.
"You better not make anything fall Miss Ring." I heard Poppy say as I was snatched out of my reverie. I nodded and took off down the isle and out into the hallway. I wanted to read the scroll and I needed privacy to do that.
I know it isn't quite so fantastic of a story yet. My poor readers. But even someone scribing in her journal about the most odd and wonderful and life changing experience of her life has her dull moments. There's just a little history that I have to cover first. Blaise was the first thing. Now that you have a little about him, and a little about how I found the scroll and flask in the first place, I can tell you a little about me.
You see my dear captive reader. A little joke there in case you aren't so captive. I happen to be a seventh year at the world renowned school of witch craft and wizardry, Hogwarts. I had barely turned 17 not 2 weeks before this experience I'm going to retell and had quite a lot of common ignorance in me. Now by no means was I lacking in intelligence, and I'm not now either. But I didn't know much about the world. Advanced potions and transfiguration don't get you very far when you're stuck on the street whispering ancient incantation games that you found in the back of a dusty library. Now I'm just giving too much away. Silly me. Before now I was just your average person. Now I still look the same, but I never thought myself as beautiful before just a while ago. I'm about 5'6'', golden blonde hair, and striking green eyes. Lusciously thick lips and a curvaceous body. My reader, you probably think I'm boasting, but I have to have a little self confidence no? I just have to use the best possible terms to hide the doubt I have about myself. Before the scroll the only person that considered me beautiful (besides my overbearing and over protective mother) was Blaise. And he had to say that. He was my best friend. At least that's what I reasoned. So you can picture me how you want, and I will believe in myself my own way.
Enough rambling now. Let's get back to the matter at hand. I keep mentioning this scroll and you're probably wondering what in the world it is anyhow.
As I arrived back to my dorm that afternoon, exactly 47 minutes before the Quidditch match, I immediately opened the scroll when I got to my dorm room. The best thing about being a Slytherin, was the rooms. No one ever realizes that when you have a dungeon that big, all the seventh years get their own rooms. That is … all the seventh years who's fathers donate new text books every year. But that is not the point! And you know it. I opened the scroll and was taken back by what I read. I realized now what the T and D had stood for. And it wasn't Toad Droppings.
Transform or Dare?
What's your delight?
The game of Transform or Dare is an old one. Invented in 1100 A.D.E.
It impressed me that a scroll this old could be politically correct. Go figure.
By the Romans for a way to amuse themselves during a time of war, and use as a secret weapon for pleasure and superiority. The game took on mystical powers as its popularity grew. It grew to be more than a camp fire game for worn out soldiers and now the lucky endearing person to find this scroll may have control over the game as the grand master and keep the game as their tool for amusement.
The game is simple. The new grandmaster begins the game by asking their first person "Transform or Dare?" The person must decide within the space of 15 seconds or receive both a transform and a dare. The chosen item begins to take effect immediately and anything can be asked of the victim.
Now to the Grand Master; have fun with the game, but beware. Your power is only as strong as you are. You must trust the power and never let it go as far as to hurt someone to the point of no return. Beware my dear. Beware.
Copyright 1400 A.D.E by Thomas Draught
I personally thought the copyright was taking it a little bit too far.
To begin the game simply take a sip from the flask. A little of the liquid is enough. The first to drink is the grand master and may begin the game. The grand master then asks of another person. That person then has control of the game and may ask one transform or dare to whomever they wish. That asked person then has control and so on and so on. The grand master is the only person that may ask unlimited questions to unlimited people throughout the game and hold control of it.
Now I was curious. Wouldn't you be? I pulled out the flask and took one last look at the scroll. The end seemed a little torn, but that didn't matter to me at that moment. Call it a fool girls dream, but part of me wanted this game to work. I was after all a witch, there was a huge possibility that it wasn't a hoax. But there was also the possibility that it was planted there by the Weasley twins before they left two years earlier. The only way to tell was to drink and dare. I unscrewed the cap and took a sip. The liquid was sour and thick as it flowed down into my body. My body tingled a little as I felt it run down my throat and into my stomach, then flowing into my veins. The only way to really know if it had worked now was to ask someone a transform or dare. I figured I couldn't use it on myself, that would be silly. I put the flask and scroll away and thought about who I should ask. And what?
At that moment a knock came at the door. The thick baritone of my friend poured in. "Kendahl? You in there?" I smirked and decided that Blaise would be perfect. I could do something simple and if it worked great! If it didn't I could explain and he'd just laugh with me and not judge me.
"Yeah Blaise, come on in." I said and shut the drawer that I'd placed the flask in. He entered and shut the door behind him.
"Sorry about this but I was wondering if I could borrow…."
I cut him off. "Hey Blaise, Transform or Dare?"