Chapter Nine
Who wouldda thunk it?
In the file that started with the name, Andrew Bryant! Phoebe's eyes opened wide. Her bossy and perverted quidditch captain, she had not voted for him, was the only student currently in the school that had access to black unicorn territory. On top of that, his file showed that he had a background in Potion making, his parents had apparently had enrolled him in a prep school before being accepted into Hogwarts.
And to top it all off, he was in second year advanced potions, and the records had it documented that he had been working on an extra credit project on polyjuice adaptations!
"Guys! Guys!" Phoebe shouted in a whisper, "I found something! You're not going to believe it!"
Emily, Day, and Cambria all ran over to Phoebe and they went through the file together.
"Who wouldda thunk it?" Cambria thought aloud.
Emily nodded in agreement, "I didn't even know he was in advanced potions two!"
Day just shrugged, "I'm only surprised that the pervert didn't use it on himself."
Phoebe nodded in agreement, "I know. This still doesn't make sense though, what's his motivation? Where's the incriminating genetic evidence? Someone call the New Detectives or the FBI Files!"
Cambria slapped Phoebe to effectively shut her up. Phoebe blinked and rubbed her cheek with a pout, "Owwie, that huuuuurt!"
Day looked at the Marauders Map. "We have to leave, Snape's heading up this direction."
Phoebe and Cambria looked at each other then grinned, "We'll help him back to bed!"
Day and Emily looked as if they had just eaten a vomit-flavored jellybean. The utter disgust of the two Gryffindors statement left them speechless. Day was the first to recover, "Well... we know who's teacher's pet now... though I am too disgusted to think of it."
Phoebe and Cambria giggled quietly, winking to each other in a secretive way. Day just rolled her eyes and Emily did not seem to be paying attention. She was looking over the marauders map, her eyebrows furrowed.
"Guys, we have to go. Filch is heading this way and some of the other teachers are up. The only straight path is to the Slytherin common room down in the dungeons. And no, we can't go by Snape's office, I'd rather not get detention!"
Phoebe and Cambria pouted as Emily said this. The best part of detention was being around Snape of course! They sighed in unison and looked over at the map.
It was true; the only path led right to the Slytherin common rooms. Most likely they'd have to duck in there to evade capture. How was it that in a castle this expansive, the only place to go was the Slytherin dungeons? The only thing Phoebe could think of it being was a strange plot device.
Day looked over the map, "Ok, who knows their way around the dungeons the best? Unfortunately my skill lacks in that area of the castle."
Phoebe slowly raised her hand and the others nodded, Day wiping the map clean. With a great sigh, Phoebe led them out of the records and down towards Slytherin. She had not been in Richard's body for two weeks and not know her way around.
The dungeons were actually more intricate than most people thought. True to the era that the castle had been built in, there were passages to nowhere, bricks that turned to reveal secret ways, and many other ways. The dungeons were easily the easiest part of the castle to get lost in. The darkness of it and the lack of natural only made it more dangerous, allowing one to never know if it were day or night, and one lost would find that these two dimensions of time blurred together as white and black do to gray.
It was also the creepiest part of the castle. In the dungeons, one could imagine screams of the past vibrating through, blood and torment of other misdeeds, the sobs of victims waiting for their time of suffering. The constant paranoia that fed on Phoebe's subconscious found it's creative haven in the dungeons of Hogwarts. Ah! That shadow looks like a monster!
Day put a hand on Phoebe's shoulder gently. The ravenclaw knew all too well how paranoid that Gryffindor could be, letting her mind slip into the depths that writers like Edgar Allen Poe lived their lives in. She personally thought it was the coffee, but say that to Phoebe and you were assured to be slapped.
"Hey Phoebe!"
Phoebe yelped and nearly jumped into Day's arms at the sudden greeting. Her heart was racing and she glared at the new person, hissing.
"MARCI! What the hell are you doing out of your house?! It's hardly safe and you nearly made me piss my pants!"
The fourth year Slytherin laughed and held a finger over her mouth to indicate silence. She smiled at Phoebe, as if waiting to hear why they were out of bed. Phoebe just held up the file and Marci nodded, leading them deeper into the dungeons. Phoebe knew exactly where they were going, the Slytherin common room.
When they arrived, it was late enough that no one was there. Phoebe had warmed up to the medieval charm of the dungeon common room. The decor of silver and green, along with the snake, charmed the room nicely. However, unlike the other common rooms, the Slytherins were never held in high esteem by other houses, or most teachers because of the negative connotation their name gave. So, because of this, the Slytherin common room held it's antique charm, because things were rarely replaced for lack of funds. It was usually the parents of the Slytherin's that replaced broken or worn down. The Slytherin's did not care, however, their pride gave them the honor of sitting where their foreslytherins had sat, the greatest of respect in their eyes.
Marci smiled at them, "Now Phoebe, let's see why you're out at night to get into records."
Cambria crossed her arms, "How'd you know that'd we'd be out?"
Marci just giggled, "Well of course, Richard told me to, and I thought sneaking out would be quite a bit of fun, don't you?"
Day laughed, "Well yeah, except you're in creepy central! I'm half expecting a vampire to jump out of every shadow!"
Phoebe gave an involuntary flinch, "Could we not talk about things like that!"
Cambria grins, "Why? It gets such a reaction out of you!"
"Can we just get out of here as quickly as possible? This place gives me the creeps!"
Marci just giggled slightly, "What's so wrong with it Bryan? I find it perfectly cozy."
Truth be told, Phoebe now found the dungeon cozy as well. It was as restricting as most people thought it was. It had an ancient charm to it, one that sparked Phoebe's fantasies, as they often dwelled in the past. However, Day's words had done nothing to quell her paranoia.
"Richard said that the best way for you to get back would be the Prefect's hall."
Emily snapped her fingers, "Of course! Why didn't I think of it before?"
"Think of what?"
"Well Phoebe, there are certain halls throughout Hogwarts that only prefects and teachers have access to. You and Day wouldn't know of them since you two aren't ever out of trouble, so you were never made into prefects."
"Well who would want to be a stuck up prick with a broom up their arse?" Phoebe grumbled. She had not had coffee in several hours and it was taking its toll.
Emily pretended not to hear Phoebe and thought to herself. The Prefect Halls were never patrolled by teachers, though were used by prefects some times after hours. There would be a slim chance of someone seeing them. Also, the tunnel let out by the ravenclaw common room and then again by the Gryffindor. The easiest way would be to go to Ravenclaw, then just tell Phoebe and Cambria to just go straight. Hopefully no one else would meet with them and they would be safe in their own house.
With a nod to herself, she explained the plan to her companions, Marci listening eagerly. She led them out of the Slytherin common room and back into the hall. The way had cleared, but they still wanted to be sure that they would get back without getting in trouble. As much as Phoebe loved detention, now was not the time.
Emily walked up to a tapestry. Pushing it aside, she walked through the wall. The other three girls just blinked and did the same thing. It felt much like Platform 9 ¾. Phoebe still found it a bit of a queasy experience, but what was one to do?
She looked around the hall. It was dank enough, just a long slim corridor made black by lack of windows, torches every so often so the prefects could see. And thus they began the long trudge back to the common rooms.
Phoebe got back to the common room and pulled out a bit of parchment. Scribbling something quickly, she turned to Cambria.
"I have a plan. We need Brigit, Emer, Lunette, and Sam."
Cambria blinked, "But why do we need them?"
Phoebe smirked, "Don't worry, it'll all fall into place."
Arthur Notes: sorry for the wait!!! I had a bad case of block, but I have most of the fic planned out. There will be two more chapters. I hope you guys like this fic; I'll be working on two new chapter fics, possibly before even this one is finished! Anyways, if you do want something to happen before this fic ends, I might integrate it in. Like I did with Fred and George, and that part worked out so well, did it not?
In the file that started with the name, Andrew Bryant! Phoebe's eyes opened wide. Her bossy and perverted quidditch captain, she had not voted for him, was the only student currently in the school that had access to black unicorn territory. On top of that, his file showed that he had a background in Potion making, his parents had apparently had enrolled him in a prep school before being accepted into Hogwarts.
And to top it all off, he was in second year advanced potions, and the records had it documented that he had been working on an extra credit project on polyjuice adaptations!
"Guys! Guys!" Phoebe shouted in a whisper, "I found something! You're not going to believe it!"
Emily, Day, and Cambria all ran over to Phoebe and they went through the file together.
"Who wouldda thunk it?" Cambria thought aloud.
Emily nodded in agreement, "I didn't even know he was in advanced potions two!"
Day just shrugged, "I'm only surprised that the pervert didn't use it on himself."
Phoebe nodded in agreement, "I know. This still doesn't make sense though, what's his motivation? Where's the incriminating genetic evidence? Someone call the New Detectives or the FBI Files!"
Cambria slapped Phoebe to effectively shut her up. Phoebe blinked and rubbed her cheek with a pout, "Owwie, that huuuuurt!"
Day looked at the Marauders Map. "We have to leave, Snape's heading up this direction."
Phoebe and Cambria looked at each other then grinned, "We'll help him back to bed!"
Day and Emily looked as if they had just eaten a vomit-flavored jellybean. The utter disgust of the two Gryffindors statement left them speechless. Day was the first to recover, "Well... we know who's teacher's pet now... though I am too disgusted to think of it."
Phoebe and Cambria giggled quietly, winking to each other in a secretive way. Day just rolled her eyes and Emily did not seem to be paying attention. She was looking over the marauders map, her eyebrows furrowed.
"Guys, we have to go. Filch is heading this way and some of the other teachers are up. The only straight path is to the Slytherin common room down in the dungeons. And no, we can't go by Snape's office, I'd rather not get detention!"
Phoebe and Cambria pouted as Emily said this. The best part of detention was being around Snape of course! They sighed in unison and looked over at the map.
It was true; the only path led right to the Slytherin common rooms. Most likely they'd have to duck in there to evade capture. How was it that in a castle this expansive, the only place to go was the Slytherin dungeons? The only thing Phoebe could think of it being was a strange plot device.
Day looked over the map, "Ok, who knows their way around the dungeons the best? Unfortunately my skill lacks in that area of the castle."
Phoebe slowly raised her hand and the others nodded, Day wiping the map clean. With a great sigh, Phoebe led them out of the records and down towards Slytherin. She had not been in Richard's body for two weeks and not know her way around.
The dungeons were actually more intricate than most people thought. True to the era that the castle had been built in, there were passages to nowhere, bricks that turned to reveal secret ways, and many other ways. The dungeons were easily the easiest part of the castle to get lost in. The darkness of it and the lack of natural only made it more dangerous, allowing one to never know if it were day or night, and one lost would find that these two dimensions of time blurred together as white and black do to gray.
It was also the creepiest part of the castle. In the dungeons, one could imagine screams of the past vibrating through, blood and torment of other misdeeds, the sobs of victims waiting for their time of suffering. The constant paranoia that fed on Phoebe's subconscious found it's creative haven in the dungeons of Hogwarts. Ah! That shadow looks like a monster!
Day put a hand on Phoebe's shoulder gently. The ravenclaw knew all too well how paranoid that Gryffindor could be, letting her mind slip into the depths that writers like Edgar Allen Poe lived their lives in. She personally thought it was the coffee, but say that to Phoebe and you were assured to be slapped.
"Hey Phoebe!"
Phoebe yelped and nearly jumped into Day's arms at the sudden greeting. Her heart was racing and she glared at the new person, hissing.
"MARCI! What the hell are you doing out of your house?! It's hardly safe and you nearly made me piss my pants!"
The fourth year Slytherin laughed and held a finger over her mouth to indicate silence. She smiled at Phoebe, as if waiting to hear why they were out of bed. Phoebe just held up the file and Marci nodded, leading them deeper into the dungeons. Phoebe knew exactly where they were going, the Slytherin common room.
When they arrived, it was late enough that no one was there. Phoebe had warmed up to the medieval charm of the dungeon common room. The decor of silver and green, along with the snake, charmed the room nicely. However, unlike the other common rooms, the Slytherins were never held in high esteem by other houses, or most teachers because of the negative connotation their name gave. So, because of this, the Slytherin common room held it's antique charm, because things were rarely replaced for lack of funds. It was usually the parents of the Slytherin's that replaced broken or worn down. The Slytherin's did not care, however, their pride gave them the honor of sitting where their foreslytherins had sat, the greatest of respect in their eyes.
Marci smiled at them, "Now Phoebe, let's see why you're out at night to get into records."
Cambria crossed her arms, "How'd you know that'd we'd be out?"
Marci just giggled, "Well of course, Richard told me to, and I thought sneaking out would be quite a bit of fun, don't you?"
Day laughed, "Well yeah, except you're in creepy central! I'm half expecting a vampire to jump out of every shadow!"
Phoebe gave an involuntary flinch, "Could we not talk about things like that!"
Cambria grins, "Why? It gets such a reaction out of you!"
"Can we just get out of here as quickly as possible? This place gives me the creeps!"
Marci just giggled slightly, "What's so wrong with it Bryan? I find it perfectly cozy."
Truth be told, Phoebe now found the dungeon cozy as well. It was as restricting as most people thought it was. It had an ancient charm to it, one that sparked Phoebe's fantasies, as they often dwelled in the past. However, Day's words had done nothing to quell her paranoia.
"Richard said that the best way for you to get back would be the Prefect's hall."
Emily snapped her fingers, "Of course! Why didn't I think of it before?"
"Think of what?"
"Well Phoebe, there are certain halls throughout Hogwarts that only prefects and teachers have access to. You and Day wouldn't know of them since you two aren't ever out of trouble, so you were never made into prefects."
"Well who would want to be a stuck up prick with a broom up their arse?" Phoebe grumbled. She had not had coffee in several hours and it was taking its toll.
Emily pretended not to hear Phoebe and thought to herself. The Prefect Halls were never patrolled by teachers, though were used by prefects some times after hours. There would be a slim chance of someone seeing them. Also, the tunnel let out by the ravenclaw common room and then again by the Gryffindor. The easiest way would be to go to Ravenclaw, then just tell Phoebe and Cambria to just go straight. Hopefully no one else would meet with them and they would be safe in their own house.
With a nod to herself, she explained the plan to her companions, Marci listening eagerly. She led them out of the Slytherin common room and back into the hall. The way had cleared, but they still wanted to be sure that they would get back without getting in trouble. As much as Phoebe loved detention, now was not the time.
Emily walked up to a tapestry. Pushing it aside, she walked through the wall. The other three girls just blinked and did the same thing. It felt much like Platform 9 ¾. Phoebe still found it a bit of a queasy experience, but what was one to do?
She looked around the hall. It was dank enough, just a long slim corridor made black by lack of windows, torches every so often so the prefects could see. And thus they began the long trudge back to the common rooms.
Phoebe got back to the common room and pulled out a bit of parchment. Scribbling something quickly, she turned to Cambria.
"I have a plan. We need Brigit, Emer, Lunette, and Sam."
Cambria blinked, "But why do we need them?"
Phoebe smirked, "Don't worry, it'll all fall into place."
Arthur Notes: sorry for the wait!!! I had a bad case of block, but I have most of the fic planned out. There will be two more chapters. I hope you guys like this fic; I'll be working on two new chapter fics, possibly before even this one is finished! Anyways, if you do want something to happen before this fic ends, I might integrate it in. Like I did with Fred and George, and that part worked out so well, did it not?