Blinking awake, you suddenly find yourself sitting on a chair in a large room. Velvet wallpaper decorated the walls, and velvet drapes covered the windows. Large bookcases leaned against the walls, and each row was filled to the brim with books. For some reason, the bookcases were covered in thick, black chains, and locks of all shapes sizes kept the chains in place.
A wooden desk sat in front of her, and a bizarre old man with a long nose, pointed ears and bulging, bloodshot eyes stared straight at her. A young girl stood to his side, she had waist length dirty blonde hair, very pale eyebrows, and pale blue eyes.
"Welcome to the Velvet Room," The old man spoke, "My name is Igor, I am pleased to make your acquaintance."
Igor then pointed over to the young girl, "This is my assistant Luna, she's a resident here, much like myself."
"Pleased to meet you." Luna said with a dreamy smile.
"Wait, where are we?" You asked, the last thing you remembered was getting into the cab, and then falling asleep. So perhaps….
"Is this a dream?"
Igor chuckled, "You are correct…" he said. "This place exists between dream and reality, mind and matter, only those who have signed the contract can enter this place…"
A contract? When had you signed a contract, or was he referring to the one the Brigade made you sign? You don't remember anything about the contract mentioning something like this…
"…Henceforth, you shall be welcomed in the Velvet Room, I only ask for one thing in return…that you abide by the contract and assume responsibility for the choices that you make…."
"Wait," You say. "I don't understand any of this!"
"…That is fine, for now." Igor said, before fishing around in his pockets. "Hold on to this…"
He then handed you a key
" 'Till we meet again…"
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You startle awake as the driver honks the horn on his taxi, you've arrived apparently.
"Thank you," You say to the driver before getting out of the cab and closing the door behind you. The cab speeds away, no doubt to pick up another customer, and you turned to enter your house.
"I'm home," You call out to the empty house as you take off your shoes. Heading into the kitchen, you see a note pinned to the refrigerator, your Dad's hasty writing was scribbled on it with a black sharpie.
"Sorry Hermione a client called in a last-minute request for his root canal. I know I promised you I'd be there tonight, and words cannot express how sorry I am. To make it up to you I've got tickets for a movie you've been wanting to see for some time now. There's food in the fridge if you're feeling hungry.
-Love, Dad"
You can't help but sigh as you take the note from the refrigerator. You weren't upset that he wasn't here, you had gotten used to that after the first few times he had left you home alone, you weren't even disappointed you were just…numb, that's all. Opening the fridge, you pulled out a pizza box and opened it up, you opened the pantry and grabbed a plate. You set the pizza on the plate, placed it in the microwave, and set the timer. As you waited for your food to be ready; you thought back to the questions the brigade had answered, and the ones they didn't answer.
[X] How the Brigade was formed
[X] How the Brigade stopped Voldemort
[X] How no one has seen the Brigade
How we were formed? We just decided to band together because we wanted to help those who couldn't get it from the Aurors, no we won't tell you how we defeated Voldemort-that's a secret between the members of the Brigade only. And how we haven't been seen by anyone well, that's another secret. Now can you please leave, we've answered your questions, so there's no need for you to stay here…
Their answers to your questions were either vague or deflected entirely. You pull out the pizza from the microwave and eat in silence, before heading to your room. While you were there, you…
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