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Harry Potter And The Game of Death
Level 1
Chapter 10: Finding a Horcrux
Harry stared suspiciously at the two girls walking in front of him. They were walking to the Room of Requirement to find the Horcrux. And as they had discussed, Ginny was temporarily replacing her brother Ron. Which was fine. Or so Harry had thought. Because even though it had only been less than an hour since she had joined, Harry could already feel that the group dynamic had changed.
On the surface of things that was only to be expected. She was a girl, Ron was a boy, and switching one out for the other was going to cause some changes, even if they were siblings.
But being forced to walk several paces behind the two girls while they engaged in a whispered conversation with each other had not been a change Harry had seen coming. Especially when Hermione, his best friend of three years, had bluntly told him that they would let him know when he could join their conversation.
Harry suspected that the topic of their discussion had something to do with him. Because every now and then one of the two would giggle, look back at him, giggle again, and continue talking to the other one in an excited, yet hushed, tone of voice. When combined with their earlier statement telling him to butt out, even he could put the pieces together and figure out what was going on.
It was a strange situation for him. One in which Harry had never found himself in before, because up until now he had never been around more girls than boys. And a part of Harry wondered how anything about him could possibly be so interesting and funny to the two girls.
As if sensing his thoughts – and only giving greater credence to his mind-reading theory – Hermione turned back and shot Harry a cheerful smile. Harry felt his suspicions deepen, and he scowled. A reaction which only seemed to further amuse her if her widening grin was any indication.
Eventually the two girls ended their little conversation and dropped back to walk alongside him. When they did, Ginny asked if he could tell her any more details as to what was going on. A topic which Harry was more than happy to discuss.
Anything about the Game of Death was off limits, but Ginny would at least need to know about the Horcrux. So, with some help from Hermione, Harry explained that he and Hermione had learned that Voldemort may have hidden some sort of Dark Artefact in the castle years ago. An artefact which had placed a curse on the DADA position, and which was the reason why no Defence Teacher was able to last longer than a year.
To Harry's great surprise Ginny seemed to take it all in stride. Which, after years of dealing with both Ron's pig-headedness and Ginny's old inability to even look at him, came as a breath of fresh air.
Harry mentioned something along those lines, curious as to why she was so different.
Ginny gave a grimace and looked down at her feet. "Yeah, I didn't really make a great first impression with you, did I? I'll have to work on that."
"I wouldn't worry about that overmuch, Ginny," Hermione said lightly. She patted the younger girl's arm with a smile. "I'll tell you later about some of my own interactions with Harry at the beginning of our first year. Many of them weren't the greatest, on either of our parts, but we became fast friends anyway."
"I'll take you up on that later, Hermione. Anyway, when it comes to accepting crazy things solely on Harry's word, you need to remember my frame of reference. I'm a girl who was possessed all of last year by a shade of You-Know-Who, who was forced to open a secret chamber containing a Basilisk, and who nearly had her soul devoured so the evil sod could resurrect himself. Only to eventually be saved from all of it by you." Ginny gave a short, self-deprecating laugh and shook her head. "In that context, You-Know-Who hiding some object in Hogwarts in order to mess with the education of the subject best suited to fight him makes perfect sense."
Oh. Yeah, that was right, Harry thought to himself. While he had not forgotten about those events – any of them – he had already moved past them ages ago. Living an entire year under threat of an escaped prisoner wanting to kill him while also worrying about having his soul sucked out by Dementors had a way of forcing a person to focus on them to the exclusion of all else. But Ginny had been a helpless victim throughout all the events of last year. It would make sense that it was harder for her to move on.
"It's okay Ginny," Hermione said as she embraced the younger girl, quick as ever to give someone in pain a hug. "The Diary is gone, and you've already become a lot stronger this year. Just like we talked about in the Library. And you mustn't forget that you aren't alone either. Your family, Harry, and I are all here for you. Right, Harry?"
Able to pick up on that obvious cue, Harry nodded his head and did his best to give a look of comfort and cheer to the visibly sad Ginny. "Hermione's right, y'know? Whatever terrible thing one of us gets into, the others get into as well. Be it a nest of hungry Acromantula, a Troll in your bathroom, or Snape in a tizzy, you can always count on us to help you out."
Harry had never tried to comfort a sad girl before, and he was worried of making a mess of things. But Ginny's eyes were focused on him, and the small smile lurking at the corner of her mouth meant that he was probably doing well enough to finish what he wanted to say. "You're smart, and nice, and pretty, and I would love to get to know you better. Coming out with us today is a good start on becoming great friends." Out of words, Harry reached over and gave one of her shoulders a soft pat. "Now let's get a move on and destroy something important to Dark sod who messed with both of our lives. Sound good?"
Ginny nodded her head as she pulled away from Hermione's hug. "Yeah. Yeah, you're both right. And breaking something belonging to that arsehole sounds plenty good to me."
Remus Lupin was hungover. And with only thirty minutes before the first batch of sixth years were scheduled to take the written portion of their end of year exams – and no sobering or hangover potions on hand thanks to his packing – Remus had been forced to use a Charm spell to sober up from his afternoon drinking session. Which was always a last resort as using the spell always resulted in a nasty headache.
The massive headache put him in mind of an old saying he had once heard from a Scot in a pub at the far end of the world. That one should never get drunk unless they were willing to pay for it the next day.
The werewolf shook his head and growled to himself as he paced along a corridor on the seventh floor. He was not sure why he was in this place; it was not located on the way to his classroom. But he did need a moment to compose himself which made it as good a place as any to pace.
He had wanted to quietly slip away without talking to anyone, but Minerva just had to come in and argue with him. And as a result, he was hungover, nearly late for an exam, and fuming mad at Dumbledore for inadvertently causing the interrogation from which Remus had just escaped.
His head aching, Remus gently rubbed his forehead and cast a silent Tempus charm to check the time. "Bugger!" he hissed upon seeing the result.
He did not, in fact, have thirty minutes to spare. It turned out that his sense of time had been more warped than he had thought; there were only ten minutes before the class was set to start, and his current position was almost exactly ten minutes walking distance away. He would need to sprint at a dead run if he wanted to make it there on time.
Remus took off for his class at a run, dishevelled robes flapping around him as he passed by one of Hogwarts' many broom closets. The door was open as though to invite him inside. And for a moment he was strangely tempted to investigate it, and to see whether there was something inside which could help him to deal with his headache.
But he was late, so Remus ignored it and continued to hurry, missing the sibilant hiss which echoed out as he passed.
Along their way to the Room of Requirement, Harry and the others encountered a haggard looking Professor Lupin sprinting through the corridors. The young professor whose job they were trying to save had pulled Harry aside for a quick word – a very quick word – before leaving at what had to be a dead sprint.
When questioned by the two girls about the professor had told him, Harry had shrugged his shoulders and said that the Professor had asked to meet with him the next evening. Harry had no idea why the professor wanted to meet, though, since the man had already returned the Marauder's Map to Harry earlier in the week.
Several minutes later saw the new trio standing in the empty corridor on the seventh floor. Or what should have been empty aside from three students, some torches, a painting of trolls, and a blank wall of stone.
But that was not the case. The torches and the painting were there, just as Harry remembered from his earlier trip. But in place of what should have been the blank stone wall was a small wooden door.
Hermione raised an eyebrow as she looked at it. "Are you sure that this is the right place, Harry?"
He nodded his head. "I'm sure of it."
"So then why is it not blank? Did this door get left behind from when you and Ron last used it?"
"No way. When we left, the door vanished behind us like it'd never been there in the first place. I saw it happen with my own two eyes."
"Then we've a mystery on our hands, don't we?" Ginny supplied cheerfully. And when both Harry and Hermione turned to look at her in amused puzzlement, the girl blushed prettily. "What? From all the stories Ron told of your adventures, stuff like this happens to you all the time. Right?"
Harry coughed into his hand in mild discomfort as her words hit too close to the truth for comfort. He exchanged looks with Hermione and knew that she was thinking the same thing.
"Only too often, Ginny," Harry eventually muttered. "But thankfully, I think that this mystery will be solved a little more easily than the protections placed on the Sorcerer's Stone."
Those traps had been rough on his first-year self. But thanks to them – and the other troubles he and his friends had faced along the way that year – Harry had long since learned that his favourite way of dealing with things was to go at them headfirst. And in this case, it meant opening the door and poking his head inside to look around.
What he saw was a simple, spartan sleeping area. A small one-person bed was nestled against the far wall, with a small table beside it which held several greenish-blue vials sitting in a holding rack. While to his right, a small chair and work desk with blank pieces of parchment on it stood silently.
In short it was a very normal room. One that would not have been uncommon outside of any normal boarding school.
But it was that exact feeling of normality which caused the hairs on the back of Harry's neck to rise.
Giving heed to his instincts, Harry moved his head back to give Hermione a warning look. She nodded and placed a restraining hand on Ginny's shoulder and leaned down to say something in the shorter girl's ear.
Harry entered the room cautiously, wand drawn and senses alert. He looked around and used it to gently prod anything which seemed suspicious. When his inspection failed to turn up anything dangerous, he lowered his wand and called for the others to follow him inside.
Sighing, he made his way to the small table. "Does any of this make any sense to either of you?" Harry asked as he picked up one of the vials and shook it. He itched to use 'Observe' on it, but Ginny's presence stopped him from using the Game's ability. "Because I'm drawing a blank right now on why a normal room like this would show up in Hogwarts of all places."
Hermione shook her head while Ginny walked over to stand beside him. Then, much to his surprise, the younger girl took the potion in his hand, uncorked it, and gave the stuff inside a short sniff. A grimace came over her face and she quickly replaced the cork.
"Actually, I think I recognize this stuff," the redhead said distastefully. "From the smell and look, it's got to be a hangover potion."
Harry looked at her in surprise. "And you would know this how?"
"Because I have six older brothers. And the oldest two, Bill and Charlie, always kept a few potions in their rooms at the Burrow."
"Wait. Hold up for a moment there, Ginny. This is a hangover potion? I've read about it but never seen it." Hermione rushed over to look at the table with a disgruntled look on her face. "What sort of disreputable person would put a bunch of hangover potions in an unlocked bunk room at a school for children?"
"I'm pretty sure it was Professor Lupin. Didn't the two of you see his face? My brothers would like that the morning after they went drinking."
"What? No way! Not Professor Lupin!" Hermione disagreed vehemently. "The professor is far too good of a soul to do something like this. Besides, if he had taken one of these potions, then wouldn't his face have looked normal? They're supposed to be fast acting from what I've read."
"Um, I think that's true if you only have a minor hangover. But I've heard that if you had way too much to drink, or used a Charm spell to forcibly sober up, then the potion can sometimes take longer to work."
From his spot at the table, Harry listened to them continue to discuss the matter with one ear. His mind was following Ginny's train of thought and matching it against what little they knew of the Room of Requirement.
The pieces fell into place with only a short moment's thought. Harry looked at Ginny and grinned. "Ginny! You're a genius!"
The girl in question blinked as she shot Harry a confused stare. "I am?
"She is?"
Seeing Hermione's equally confused look, a rarity for the brainy girl, Harry shot them both a rather smug grin. "Yes, Ginny, you are. As for why… Hermione, what was the special ability of this room again? And who did we just pass in the hallway on our way here?"
Hermione stared at Harry and he could have sworn that he could see the gears turning in her head. He could even tell the moment she got the answer because when it happened, the bushy-haired girl smacked one of her palms onto her forehead in clear exasperation.
"How did I miss that? Yes, that certainly would make sense," Hermione muttered in annoyance. "If the professor had been here first, and he really is hungover like Ginny thinks… then the room could very well have responded to his needs."
"Erm, help me out here," Ginny chimed in from the side. "I think that I'm still missing something."
Happy to be the one explaining things for once, Harry gestured to himself. "Remember when I mentioned how this room will always give a person what they desire?" Harry stated. When Ginny nodded, he continued to speak. "If Professor Lupin came through this corridor while he was hungover, and just happened to stop in this particular corridor for a bit, then it follows that the room could have made this place and put some hangover potions inside in order to match his desire."
"Maybe," Ginny said in a puzzled tone. "But if your guess is right, then how do we get the room to be the way we want it instead of like this?"
To that question Harry had no answer. The three of them left the room and, when it the door failed to disappear, began to bandy possible solutions between one another. They finally settled on an idea posed by Hermione, which was that maybe there was some sort of reset timer for the room and that waiting outside of the room might cause the timer to activate.
The three students left the room one last time and closed the door behind them.
But after ten minutes of waiting the door still remained. So, they decided to leave the corridor as well in case their proximity was affecting it. But that also did not seem to work, and only after twenty minutes more minutes passed without any change did they decide to try something else.
Remembering how Dobby had told him that the room was based on intent, Harry started to pace within the corridor in front of the door. He kept one thought fixated in his mind as he moved. That the room create a place which held Voldemort's Horcrux. One that was small and empty, barren of any object save the Horcrux.
After pacing back and forth three times like Dobby had taught him, Harry turned to face the wall to see if he had succeeded.
A small smile of success made its way onto his lips as he looked.
Made from dark Mahogany and trimmed in silver filigree, a new door was set in the wall. A bright green emerald placed into the ornate handle stuck out as though daring him to touch it. While a cold, dark chill just like that of the castle's dungeons seemed to flow forth from its imposing visage.
Harry heard Ginny take a gulp next to him. Even Hermione's breathing gave a momentary hitch as she laid eyes on the door.
Gathering his courage, for he, too, felt somewhat intimidated by the door, Harry stepped forward and placed his hand on the handle. "We've come this far. Let's not let some door stop us."
"Right!" Hermione said forcefully. The girl's brown orbs firmed with resolve as she placed a hand upon his own where it gripped the door's handle.
On his other side, Ginny placed both of her hands upon Harry's left shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze to show her own determination. The warmth of their bodies pushed away the door's chill, as though forcing back the evil which dwelled within.
Not giving himself any further time to think, Harry took a deep breath and pulled the door open with a sudden wrench. He stepped inside with both girls following beside him in lock step, their respective grips on him never faltering.
Stepping past the doorway felt like stepping into an ice box. A sudden, unnatural cold gripped Harry's limbs. His breath became frosty when it came out of his mouth and a cold dread, not unlike that of a Dementor's, seemed to sink deep within the pit of Harry's stomach.
Then Harry saw the only object within the room and stopped still.
The object was a thing of beauty. Made of beautifully wrought silver and covered in intricate runes, a of extraordinary craftmanship rested delicately on the stone floor, as though waiting for someone to come and place it upon their head. It looked like something out of legend, and a part of Harry instinctively wanted to touch it.
But the whole entire situation once again sent warning bells ringing inside of Harry's mind; he drew his wand and aimed it at the object. This time there really was danger present and, Ginny or no Ginny, Harry would use the Game's ability to find out what the danger was in order to keep himself and those with him safe from harm. "'Observe'."
Ding!
You Have Discovered the Lost Diadem of Rowena Ravenclaw
Made from Goblin Silver, Ancient Magic Stones, and Powerful Wizarding Magic, this Item is Truly a Lost Treasure
Legend States that Any Whom So Place this Crown Upon their Head will Instantly Become Wiser
Ding!
Ravenclaw's Diadem (Cursed)
Gives the Following Traits When Worn:
+500 to the wisdom attribute; +400 to the intelligence attribute, -100 to the charisma attribute
Possession Due to Infused Horcrux
Ding!
Hidden Quest Notification
Destroy or Purge the Horcrux While Keeping the Diadem Intact
Quest Reward:
The Diadem
Fifteen Free Levels to All in your Party
Do You Accept?
Yes or No
The loud noise from the three dings in quick succession caused Harry to flinch, making Ginny and Hermione stare at him oddly. He gave them a quick shake of his head to indicate that he was alright as he began to read the floating green text.
When he got to the section detailing the Diadem, Harry could not help but feel annoyed. Of course Voldemort had to take some really cool, super powerful relic and stick his soul into it! Considering that he wanted to use the Philosopher's Stone to revive himself, the Dark Wizard seemed to have a fascination with ancient artefacts. Though in this case Harry could understand why, as looking at the stat bonuses someone could gain from wearing the Diadem made Harry's eyes want to pop out.
Additionally, Harry was truly tempted by the Game's latest quest regarding the Diadem. He could not count on Voldemort being weakened forever, and the next time they faced one another it might be Harry who was in the disadvantageous position instead.
Yes, that was right. Taking the Diadem and wearing it was a good thing. What was there to fear from Voldemort when there was such an easy path to gaining power in front of him? Coupled with the Game of Death, surely there was no way for him to fail.
Once the Diadem was on his head everything would become clear. All the trials he had ever gone through; his confusing feelings towards his best friend and Cho; maybe even the reason why the Game of Death had chosen him. The Diadem's stat boosting power would solve it all.
As these thoughts whirled through Harry's mind, he vaguely felt as Ginny grabbed his hand. He tried to shake it off. It was annoying, and a bother.
Her hand returned. Only this time it jerked him back with such force that the two of them nearly toppled over.
"Ginny!" Harry hollered. He raised angry eyes at her and opened his mouth to yell again.
Only the words never came. The mere act of opening his mouth to do so had felt… wrong. As though he were not the one who wanted to yell at her.
Sucking in a deep breath, Harry's eyes shifted back to the glittering Diadem that sat upon the floor. Its shimmering surface glowed in the room's soft light as gentle whispers began to fill Harry's ears.
A sudden chill far colder than the room's temperature went down Harry's spine. There was something wrong with this situation. It felt as though his mind were covered in a layer of thick syrup. And that the only thing which could wipe it away would be to pick up the Diadem and place it upon his head. But the more the desire to pick it up grew within him, the more Harry tried to resist it.
He pushed and pushed against the feeling until, suddenly, he felt something break in the back of his mind with a resounding crack.
Ding!
Charisma Saving Throw Successful
You Have Managed to Resist a Powerful Compulsion While Unaided
Holding tightly onto Ginny's hand, Harry backed away from the Horcrux. His lungs burned, feeling as though he had not breathed in minutes, while a cold sweat broke out across his skin.
"Harry," Hermione whispered as she too began to walk closer to the object. "Do you realize what this is? What we've found? This is Rowena Ravenclaw's Diadem! According to Hogwarts, a History, no one has been able to find it since the death of her youngest daughter. And the rumours about it… oh, Harry, the room must have gotten things wrong. This can't be the Horcrux. It's impossible!"
Harry shook his head as a grim expression fell on his face. Ginny's face showed that the same thought was occurring to her as well, that what had happened to Harry was also happening to Hermione.
Just to be sure, Harry risked exposing his secret to Ginny a second time as he pointed his wand at Hermione and cast 'Observe'.
Hermione Granger (Compulsion)
Age: 15 (Time Turner)
Brightest Witch of the Age
Golden Girl
Level 30
Stats:
STR: 18
DEX: 33
CON: 25
INT: 196
WIS: 162
CHA: 42
Traits:
Loyal
Bookworm
Muggleborn
Taskmistress
Perfectionist
Calculating
Kind Heart
True Friend
Dedicated
That confirmed it. Hermione was suffering from whatever it was that Harry had managed to resist. Taking a page out of Ginny's book, Harry walked up to Hermione and forcefully began to draw the girl away from the cursed object.
"You're wrong, Hermione," he said as she fought against his efforts. "Almost nothing is impossible with magic. Especially where Voldemort is concerned. Wake up! This thing is dangerous and it's affecting your mind!"
Hermione looked at him with a pleading gaze, gripping his wrists with hands as cold as ice. "But this is Rowena Ravenclaw's lost Diadem. It's a legendary treasure, Harry. We can't destroy it. We just can't!"
"Don't listen to her," Ginny said from beside Harry as she tried to help him draw Hermione away. "It's just like the Diary. Except that this… thing… is even stronger. You can't listen to anything Hermione says until we get her away from it. And whatever you do, don't pick it up or touch it in any way. That's what it wants us to do; I can feel it."
Ginny's words only confirmed Harry's own observations and the Game's information. The old plan to grab the Horcrux and take it to Dumbledore for the old wizard to dispose of could no longer be used. The Headmaster was still gone, and they had no idea when he would return to Hogwarts. While keeping something as evil and Dark as this… thing… in the dorms until the Headmaster returned was out of the question. They would need to destroy the Horcrux themselves, and they would need to do it as soon as possible.
Harry wracked his brain for ideas as he felt Hermione's struggles begin to intensify. The further he and Ginny dragged the bookworm away from the Horcrux, the harder Hermione began to thrash against their restraining grip. When the brown-haired girl began to pull and yank her limbs in ways that could begin to damage her body, Ginny began to curse under her breath. The redhead then let go of the struggling girl and drew her right arm up and away from her body.
The sharp crack of a heavy slap soon rang through the room.
"Sorry, Hermione," Ginny said regretfully as she massaged her right hand. "But I couldn't think of any other way to snap you out of it."
"No, that's… that's quite alright, I think. There's no need to apologize," Hermione said in a daze. She reached a hand up to touch her stinging cheek. "I… I wasn't quite myself just now, was I?"
"You could say that again," Harry grunted as he massaged his chest. Hermione's sharp elbow had jabbed him there more than once during her struggles. "But it's good to have you back."
"Yeah. It was that thing over there which did it to you." Ginny's voice turned venomous as she glared at the glistening Diadem. "It has the same feel as the Diary that possessed me last year. Only worse, if that's even possible."
Hermione gave a hollow laugh while gingerly rubbing her cherry red cheek. "Then what can we do? We can't very well pick it up and move it like we thought. Not if it's already affecting Harry and I like this just by being in the same room."
Ginny nodded. "It's too bad that we don't have any Basilisk fangs on hand. The Diary pretty much exploded once Harry stabbed it with one."
"Aha!" Harry clapped his hands together in triumph. The loud noise startled the two girls, but Harry did not care. Ginny's words had once again jarred loose the pivotal piece of information from his brain that Harry had needed to figure out the solution to their problem. And if he was right, then they might be able to take care of the Diadem on their own.
"Hermione, can you run back to the dorms and get us a bag or something?" Harry asked in a confident tone of voice. "If we can levitate this thing into a bag and bring it with us or figure out some other way to get it inside of the bag, I think I know how we can destroy it."
The brown-haired girl nodded, her brilliant mind probably catching up to Harry's thoughts in their usual quick manner. That, or Hermione really was reading his mind. "I think that I get what you mean. I'll be back soon. Just stay safe while I'm gone"
With a quick hug and word of thanks to Ginny, the brown-haired witch departed with a swish of her black school robes. Hoping that the walk would allow the brilliant girl to recentre herself after experiencing the Horcrux' temptation, Harry turned his attention to Ginny. "Your comment gave me an idea. Because while I might not carry a Basilisk fang around with me at all times, I do know where we can find one."
It did not take her long to cotton on when he laid it out like that. "Of course," Ginny whispered in a trembling voice. "Down in the Chamber of Secrets."
"That's right. I didn't take the corpse out after I killed the thing, and I don't think that Professor Dumbledore's done anything to it either."
Ginny's pretty brown eyes hardened as she continued to follow Harry's train of thought. "And if we do get a fang from the snake's corpse, we can also kill the Diadem right there without also having to worry about the reaction afterwards. Right? Because if you close the passageway behind us, no one else in the school would be able to follow."
"Exactly!" Harry said with a triumphant nod.
Ginny gave a soft, beautiful laugh as her eyes lit up at Harry's words. The sound was infectious, and Harry soon found himself joining in on it. He moved closer to the girl and threw an arm around her slim shoulders, delighted in having come up with a solution to the problem at hand. Ginny returned the gesture and Harry felt the tension leave his body as they simply enjoyed the moment.
Bonding over a mutual loathing of Voldemort and his creations was not what he had been expecting to happen when he had brought Ginny into his small group of friends, but stranger things had happened to Harry. Even better, after they had begun to laugh the room felt less cold. Less threatening. As though the power of their laughter had dulled the Horcrux' power and driven it back.
Which, on second thought, was probably exactly what had happened. Just like how the Patronus Charm worked against Dementors, the happiness that Harry and Ginny felt was probably driving away the chill of the Horcrux. Only this sort of method was a whole lot easier than learning how to cast a corporeal Patronus.
As their laughter died down, Harry engaged Ginny in small talk about Quidditch. The two of them bantered back and forth as they talked about the upcoming World Cup, and Harry found himself enjoying her company more than he ever would have thought possible just one week prior. And when the conversation began to lull, Harry thought back to the quest the Game had displayed to him. The one that had asked Harry to find a way to destroy the Horcrux without breaking Rowena's Diadem.
The rewards it offered, especially that of the Diadem itself, were rather tempting. Gaining levels would only make Harry and his friends more powerful, while the Diadem could be used to give him a giant boost in power.
But given what had nearly happened to him in the chamber just a short time ago, Harry felt that there could only be one answer.
When Ginny next moved her head to look in another direction, Harry promptly selected 'no' and watched as the quest's green text faded away.
A/N: Kudos to anyone who can guess the origin of the obscure hangover quote :3
Until Next Time,
~Elsil
