entrapped

Thu, 16 Aug 2007 01:20:08 GMT

September 12, 2003

Today: Whispers can still be heard in the room.

Yesterday: Hannah came out of hiding.

Sat, 04 Aug 2007 13:28:46 GMT

The note is in Natalie's handwriting, but it is uncharacteristically neat as it wasn't written in her usual hurry.

Penny,

Something happened with ~~the young man~~ Anthony last night. Well, something almost happened.

I'm sure you can imagine the state that I was in, with Minnie being found and all, but I can't put the blame for my actions solely on that fact.

I'm not about to give up Loch Lomond, not by a long shot, but I don't want to end up like bloody Trelawney; I've far too much to offer to drown in my own sorrow.

I have managed to alienate Mr Goldstein, one of my finest students, for the simple fact that I was too drunk, too desperate to end the drought in my body and the exile in my heart to see that he was a man. Any respect he might have had for me I am sure has been converted to that most disgusting emotion: pity. I would rather be hated, like Snape, then be pitied as that poor lonely dyke stuck in her tower with her whiskey.

You must help me, or find someone who can and won't drive me bloody crazy. I'm not about to roll over and leave this school to you lot yet (although, frankly, it's safer in your hands then anyone's Penny).

I trust you'll keep this as close to your chest ~~as possible with those...oh bother I haven't the spirit to be lewd~~.

Nat

Wed, 01 Aug 2007 01:29:13 GMT

Who: Hannah Abbott & Charlie Weasley
What: Coming out of hiding
When: Wednesday, September 11th, 4am or so
Where: Room in the dungeons, the halls, room of requirement
Rating: TBA
Status: In Progress

Hannah awoke earlier then usual, the air of despair that had surrounded her for the past three months strangely absent. She wondered, not for the first time, if she really meant that little to people that they hadn't come looking for her in all that time. She was filled with a sense of purpose. She had to find Charlie, prove herself, and make sure no one could hurt him.

The door swung open of it's own accord, and Hannah got to her feet, feeling weak in a way she hadn't the entire time she'd been in the room. She was starving, but looking down at the shredded negligee and soiled track pants she wore, she knew she was in no fit state to be seen in the kitchens, let alone the Great Hall.

The journey back upstairs to her room almost did her in, and as she neared it she grasped the worn troll tapestry. If only she had something, anything to eat, she'd be okay...

As if on cue, a door appeared on the opposite wall, and Hannah stumbled through it, landing hard on the ground, or at least it would have been hard, had it not been covered with cushions. A low table was beside her head, bearing a plate of croissants and danishes, and Hannah began to stuff them blindly into her mouth until she was sated. She fell back against the cushions, closing her eyes for a moment and enjoying the feeling of fullness.

When she got to her feet, she found a small bathroom had appeared, and she gladly stripped away her ruined clothes and began to wash the dirt and oil from her skin and hair.

Her heart caught in her throat as she stepped out, wrapped in a fluffy towel, and found a pair of men's jeans and a button up shirt that looked suspiciously like something Charlie would wear. There was also a pale peach lace bra and panties which felt strange under the masculine outfit, a pair of ankle boots, and a thick wool coat.

Feeling sufficiently human again, Hannah left the room with a smile of thanks, although it was a pity it couldn't make Charlie appear - he was what she really needed. Leaning against the wall opposite her room, or at least what she remembered it being, Hannah tapped her wand casually against the leg of her jeans, waiting for the rest of the castle to stir. She looked content, as if she didn't know (or didn't care) that they were trapped. Had she even noticed Minerva was dead, she would have borne it with a shrug and a simple C'est la vie.

Mon, 30 Jul 2007 23:50:15 GMT

September 11, 2003

Today: A room on the third floor mysteriously locks itself shut. Whispers can be heard through the cracks, but no one can quite understand what they're saying.

Yesterday: The vines were cleared and Tonks and Remus have been let free.

Sun, 15 Jul 2007 21:43:35 GMT

Who; Colin and Percy Weasley
What; Wandering The Halls
When; Tuesday, September 10th, nightfall
Where; The halls
Rating; PG
Status; Incomplete

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Colin turned a corner, eyes looking over the stones, a hand stretched outwards, running fingers over the stones carefully, feeling each bump and groove in the stones. He came to an intersection and turned left, his hand dropping down to side, his head dropping down to watch his feet as he walked, hunching over slightly, trying to look inconspicuous.

He wanted to go home, he wanted to see his Mum and his Dad before he died here, just like Dennis had. That’d be funny, in an ironic way, him dying because of the castle that his brother tried so vainly to build. He was sure that no one else would see it that way, but he really didn’t know how to see it anyway else. He couldn’t allow himself to be sad, that wasn’t a good thing. Sad people became depressed and made mistakes, and besides, everything always turned out good in the end.

He rounded another corner and continued to walk, watching as his feet took one step in front of the other, lost in his own thoughts.

Sun, 15 Jul 2007 18:42:35 GMT

Who: Natalie Sinistra & Anthony Goldstein
What: Checkup & gender confusion
When: Tuesday, September 10th, early afternoon
Where: Astronomy Tower
Rating: NC-17 for adult themes & situations
Status: Complete

Natalie sprawled in her armchair by the fire, snoring as the fire warmed her stockinged toes. She was flushed, sweat beading on her hairline and making her stubborn curls stick to the back of her neck. Her black suit was rumpled, the jacket twisted awkwardly around her body in sleep, and the pencil skirt riding halfway up her thighs and revealing the lacy white edge of her petticoat.

Her legs were crossed on an ottoman upholstered in worn blue brocade, the slight sheen of black nylon reflecting the firelight.

A half-empty bottle of whiskey was on the small table at her side, and another empty bottle lay on it's side. Even in sleep, her hand was clutched around a glass which still had a measure of whiskey in the bottom.

Death to the Vines

Thu, 12 Jul 2007 07:13:15 GMT

w h o Gabrielle Delacour & The Vines
w h a t Takes drastic action against the vines
w h e n 10 September • Late Afternoon
w h e r e From her window --> the grounds
r a t i n g PG
s t a t u s Complete

Gabrielle stared at her journal, still shaking her head at Collin's idiocy. Pretty. She stood and started to stalk around her room. She was feeling more and more like a caged animal... and thinking of caged animals made her think of Tonks and Remus... and thinking of Tonks and Remus made her think of them dying out there... and thinking of them dying out there made her think of them all dying here under the vines.

They had tried. They had gathered yesterday and tried a few things... none of which actually worked. Maybe if she went and found Hermione... no. Headmistress McGonagall... no one had seen her. The more she thought about it all the more the panic started to well up. She was not the type to do things without careful consideration... but everyones careful consideration and research had gotten no where.

Sitting back down at her desk, Gabrielle looked at the BASIC BLAZE BOX. She'd never gotten a straight answer out of Fred or George. Hermione had thought it might help but they never really did figure out how best to use it. Gabrielle picked up up, pacing the room, looking out of the window at the vine strewn grounds. It was that sight, combined with the memory of Collin calling the bloody things pretty that did it.

Gabrielle had grown up being warned about a Veela temper. She tried to always look at things through reason and logic. But everyone had a breaking point and she could swear the vines were mocking her. Sitting the box on the window ledge, Gabrielle opened the casements and pulled her wand. She levitated the box... still slightly swollen and stuck shut... and dropped it into the densest bit of vines she could see from her window.

The response was instant. The vines curled around the box, pulled it closer, but not before Gabrielle sent her best blasting hex right at it. She might not have gone to school, but she'd grown up with some of the greatest wizards of her age. The explosion was spectacular... the school being suddenly treated to a fireworks display of the sort that had not been seen since... well since Fred & George's last year to be exact.

Thu, 12 Jul 2007 06:33:40 GMT

WHO: Morag and Draco
WHEN: 10th Sept, Afternoon
WHERE: Potion's Dungeon
WHAT: R
WHY: Language

Morag stormed through the halls of Hogwarts, a foul look on her face. She stomped down into the dungeons. The bell rang and students began to pour out of the Potions class. She knocked them out of the way, not caring who they were nor how old. She had to see Draco and positively nothing, short of death, was going to stop her. She grabbed a shuffling Gryffindor by the collar of his starched white shirt and tossed him bodily out of the room before slamming the door shut.

That done, she turned towards the head of the class. "Ah need yer help." Her hands were shaking. She hastily pulled out her last cigarette and put it to her lips, igniting it with her wand.

"Fuckin' curse hus locked me ootay me room! Ah cannae git through!" She laughed in a slightly manic manner and kicked the nearest desk. "Mah fags, mah Absinthe, mah scotch, mah books... everythin' an' Ah cannae git ta it..."

Thu, 12 Jul 2007 06:24:49 GMT

WHO: Penelope Clearwater & Alicia Spinnet
WHAT: Penny has discovered something horrible and needs to tell someone. Or rather, get them to understand, since she can't tell.
WHEN: September 10th; After this.
WHERE: Random Corridor
RATING: PG
STATUS: Open; Complete

Penny was pretty much in the dark about who she should try to get down to the Great Hall. Should she go for whomever was closest, who would be awake at this hour, who she trusted the most, or who could be trusted to deal with the situation best? Finally, Penny just figured she'd travel the school until she found someone, anyone, it didn't matter who. She just couldn't very well get this done on her own, not with her voice having fled. And this was certainly something that anyone would believe if it was just written down, not without seeing it. And that would just send a flock of people toward the Great Hall, and that was the last thing that the staff needed right now.

Heading up the stairs and away from the Great Hall as fast as her feet could carry her, Penny set out on her search for someone to help her figure out the best way to handle this situation. All the while she hoped to herself that they were at least somewhat decent at charades.

Note

Mon, 09 Jul 2007 23:11:11 GMT

A small folded piece of parchment, placed under a single perfectly pink tulip, reads

Sorry... -R

in an untidy, slightly shaky scrawl.

Mon, 09 Jul 2007 08:12:31 GMT

Who: Percy and Charlie
Where: Percy's room
When: Morning
What: Problems. Trying to find answers.
Rating/Status: TBD, incomplete.

Percy was an early riser by habit, and it wasn't about to be a habit broken because he no longer had a way of being in his office. Or because the view of the lake was completely covered with vines. He seldom had time to gaze out windows, so it was of no importance to him. It only meant the problem - well, no, one of several problems - had yet to be solved.

The vines, the portraits, Pansy, being trapped. Percy desperately wanted to stay in bed and keep his face buried in his pillow until everything righted itself. He wanted to wake up and find himself back in his own bed, where there wasn't any savage vegetation, bleeding portraits, or tie-destroyers. Where he wouldn't have to toe around Penelope, and siblings who wished to reopen a door he'd sealed off and put a shelf in front of long ago. Couldn't it all just be a bad dream? Like the time he thought he had forgotten to review a spreadsheet for Scrimgeour. He wanted to scramble back to his desk and learn he'd simply imagined it all.

His office was very nice, nice and predictable. The walls were white, the ceiling was grey, and the view was nothing distracting. A bare field of weeds, and nothing more. He liked it that way.

He'd liked the order of his life. It was stable, controllable. There were few if any complications, but that was to be expected from life. There would always be those days. Where too many bodies tried to fill the lift at once, requiring him to catch the next one up. Some bloke who forgot to get his papers properly marked. When the floo network was jammed.

Someone doing something to throw off his strictly regimented schedule was always to be expected, but not to this degree.

Yet, Percy still dragged himself out of bed by a quarter after six, showered, and put on his uncomfortable clothing. (He really needed to inform the house elves that he wanted his clothing ironed, not turned to cardboard.) As long as there was a desk, there was some work to preoccupy himself with. Presently, breakfast was foregone for his preoccupation that was a large, dusty Herbology textbook.

Mon, 09 Jul 2007 01:04:10 GMT

WHO: Penelope
WHEN: September 10th, morning
WHERE: The Great Hall
WHAT: A discovery, and a new curse.
STATUS: Closed; complete

The light in the Great Hall was dim, windows half-obscured by the vines outside. The ceiling showed an overcast sky, although one couldn't look out the windows to see if that was accurate. The vines creaked, moving against the stone and glass they clung to as if testing its resistance to see if they could get in the school, looking for someplace else to spread and grow.

The Great Hall was empty, it still being too early for any students, or even teachers, to contemplate coming down for food - or up - for food. The sun was only half-risen in the sky, and even if sunrise came later and later as Hogwarts got further into the school year, September sunrises remained the sort no one wished to be awake to see, especially on days when the Headmistress had announced the continued cancellation of classes.

The vines outside creaked again, seeming to press against the window, and this time there was an answering crack from the glass, spreading up from the bottom of a single window pane off to the side of the High Table.

Mon, 09 Jul 2007 00:44:09 GMT

September 10, 2003

Today: Tuesday, classes remain canceled. Day of full moon.

Vines have thickened, doors leading out of the castle are blocked by vines. Windows remain clear.

Morag, George, and Penelope will all feel the curse's effects today.

Yesterday: Tonks was, understandably, frantic and scared about the vines.

Hermione had a naughty dream about Ron and wrote a letter she can't send to Viktor.

Ava got people in an uproar.

Fri, 06 Jul 2007 06:29:20 GMT

Thank you for proving Marcus correct. I was wrong to doubt his word.

-Morag

Thu, 05 Jul 2007 00:47:50 GMT

WHO: Hermione
WHEN: Sept 9th.
WHERE: Her room.
WHAT: Hermione's thoughts.
STATUS: Complete. Closed.

A brushing of light fingers against her skin, slipping just beneath her shirt. Hermione's breath caught in her throat, gazing up to see who had made her body shiver so violently. She knew it must be Viktor, being the only person who had touched her like that in so long, only when her eyes met the person above her, she caught site of red hair and freckles, a small smile, then soft lips.

His fingers trailed lower and she couldn't even think to stop him. She was stunned, unable to breathe and speechless, but her hips knew what to do. They arched against his touch; her lips finding their way back to his. Her eyes fluttered shut and her own fingers found the strands of red hair, lightly pulling him closer.

Driven on by her reactions, he let his lips trail down her neck, leaving slow, wet kisses on her skin. He reached her collarbone and bit down gently before making his way back up to her mouth. His free hand tangled in her hair while the other slid around to her back, crushing their bodies together.

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Hermione had thought that she’d at least been asleep, but when she was snapped back to reality by her door slamming shut, she was surprised to realise she was daydreaming. Daydreaming. She hadn’t done that in years and she was slightly embarrassed by it. Even more so because of whom she was doing the dreaming about.

Guilt spread throughout her at the thought, remembering all the details of her little fantasy and then remembering that Viktor was at home waiting for her to be free. Probably waiting on a letter from her. She’d written him every day since the entrapment , but today, she’d be writing him twice.

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Vik,

I know that you will never receive this letter so long as I’m trapped in this school, but I have to get out how I feel and hope, that some day, you will receive it.

Things have been changing since I’ve returned to Hogwarts. And I’m not just talking about the odd curses, vines growing out of control or the creepy door slamming that occurs when Peeves isn’t to be seen.

I’ve found myself back with my oldest of friends. Harry, Ron, Ginny. I’ve even made friends with George Weasley. I like it here. I like having my old friends back and feeling close to other humans for the first time in years.

But, I’ve also realised that other things have remained the same and that I was only masking them to feel safe. To feel like I wasn’t putting myself on the line only to be blind folded and shot in the back.

You were safe. I knew that your infatuation with me would keep you from hurting me. That even though you’re a famous Quidditch star, you still loved me. But, after four years, I’ve found myself unable to fall in love with you. I love you as a person, but I can’t be in love with you.

Ron holds my heart. And while I’m not completely read to accept that, to give in, I felt that I needed to tell you in some way. Even if you never read this and I die in this castle. My heart belongs to Ronald Billius Weasley. ~~And I’m completely scared.~~

Please forgive me.

-Mione.

Wed, 04 Jul 2007 22:51:01 GMT

WHO: Lisa and ?
WHEN: Sept 9th. Afternoonish
WHERE: Great Hall
WHAT: Rating TBD
WHY: Lisa's kicking ball in the hall (yay! rhyming!).
STATUS: Incomplete. Open.

Lisa was bored. Lisa was a bit put-out by the fact she couldn't go outside and so she'd decided to play sport indoors. She'd cleared some room and was kicking a football around, talking to herself. She cut around chairs posing for players as she moved.

"And Giggs takes him... cuts to the left... he looks pretty untouchable... I think he might be able to..."

She stopped the ball with her foot and kicked it hard into a goal she'd transfigured out of a plate.

"GOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL! Giggs put it straight through! United's won the Premiership! Chelsea can't believe it!"

Tue, 03 Jul 2007 08:21:42 GMT

September 9, 2003

Today: Monday, no classes due to presence of vines. One day before the full moon.

The vines have gotten thicker, ensuring all doors leading outside of the castle are closed. The wood of the hut is starting to creak.

Yesterday: Tonks and Remus were trapped in their hut by the vines.

Penelope and Percy had happy funtime.

Draco and Charlie fought when Charlie came looking for pain killers.

Charlie explained the woes of love to Ron while George explained them to Hermione.

Morag got naked.

Hannah and Sue played dress up, which made Hannah hot. She then tried to jump Charlie, who rejected her in the name of friendship. They fought, and then Hannah locked herself in a room.

Ron and Hermione got in a fight over snogging.

"I'm bound to wander down that one way road..."

Mon, 02 Jul 2007 04:51:36 GMT

WHO: Penelope Clearwater and George Weasley (and possibly Fred?)
WHAT: George invites Penny into the depths of the mysterious 7 1/2th floor.
WHEN: Sunday, September 8 - evening
WHERE: Fred and George's "offices"
RATING: TBD
STATUS: Closed; in progress

George was just standing next to his workbench, staring down at the trail of glitter that passed through the wall to lead Penelope into the chambers that the twins had discovered. He ran a hand through his hair as he thought about it, noticing how clammy his skin had gotten, then walked over to the bench, rummaging through the collection of glass there. Beakers bubbled happily, colors and light emitting from them at different times- a series of glass tubes transporting liquid from one end of the room to another. He made a slight adjustment to a knob, then went back to fiddling with the oven a couple of steps away.

Wrinkling his nose, he thought to himself that the soup looked suspiciously like something he'd concocted last Wednesday. Sniffing, he deduced that it might have been put in the wrong container and quickly removed it, staring down numbly as a tiny figure began to emerge from the ooze, waggling a finger at him rather pointedly. With a sigh, he plucked it up and rested it on his palm.

"Whoever's idea it was to make pea soup golems was absolutely mental." It had, of course, been his own.

Mon, 02 Jul 2007 03:42:50 GMT

Perhaps I should think twice before getting back in that boat with you, huh? I certainly wouldn't want to unintentionally cause several deaths.

- Penny

PS: Are you trying to tell me something?

Mon, 02 Jul 2007 03:26:50 GMT

Upon reaching the office, this elf begins to belt out this song.

((Lyrics here for those who don't want to hear charming house-elf music.))

Sun, 01 Jul 2007 22:23:07 GMT

WHO: Ron and Hermione
WHEN: September 8th, evening
WHERE: Hermione's quarters, the kitchens
RATING: R for a couple f-bombs
STATUS: Closed; Complete

After talking with Charlie earlier that afternoon Ron was only really sure of one thing. That he had to be persistant. Not that he hadn't known that already.. the thought was just reinforced in his head now. So there he was, pacing outside Hermione's door, not entirely certain he should bother her, but desperately wanting to. It was sick, how much he just wanted to be around Hermione, even if things between them were more than a little weird. He'd missed his best friend.

So, with that hanging over his head, Ron knocked lightly, chewing on his bottom lip. Hopefully she wouldn't tell him to go away.

Sun, 01 Jul 2007 06:55:54 GMT

WHO: Hermione Granger and George Weasley
WHAT: Lunchtime madness and prankful dreams
WHEN: September 8th
WHERE: Great Hall
RATING: TBD
STATUS: Closed; in progress

Just as planned, Hermione arrived on time in the Great Hall with a bit of an appetite, having been eating her emotions since the day before. She'd went through a whole pint of ice cream she'd found in the kitchens and hadn't even been through a breakup. Just a kiss.

But, she'd be pushing that out of her mind. Today was the day where she actually planned a prank with George Weasley. Eight days into the school year and she'd already made friends with one of the twins and was beginning to lose her mind. It wouldn't be long before they'd lock her in a rubber room.

Glancing around, she caught sight of George sitting off to himself, which was again odd. She sat in front of him, instead of at the staff table, and lifted a brow. "You alright, George?"

Sun, 01 Jul 2007 06:49:36 GMT

WHO: Hannah Abbott
WHAT: Hiding away
WHEN: Sunday, September 8, after her encounter with Charlie
WHERE: Charlie's room
RATING: PG-13?
STATUS: Closed; Complete

Hannah had hurried away from her room with her heart in her throat, practically choking her. She found her way to Charlie's room almost entirely by instinct; her thoughts were too angry and clouded to focus on where she was going, and her tears reduced her vision to a blurred darkness.

She closed the door behind her, hexing it with some nasty charms she'd learned in case she needed to protect her little sister, including a silencing charm. Charlie had been right; his bed was ruined, but Hannah had been reluctant to get rid of it.

Slumping down against the futon on her stomach, she felt the racking sobs rise in her chest once more. Desolate and heartbroken, she began to sob his name. The one person who should have understood her had turned her away, brushed her off as crazy. She knew he wanted her, he was just afraid of how happy she could make him. She wailed his name over and over, the words vibrating through her chest and echoing in her ears.

How could he not want her? Was she suddenly not good enough to fuck, let alone be his friend?

"What did I do? What did I do?" She sobbed to no one in particular "There must be something I can do...to make him see how much I love him."

She didn't know how long she lay there, and after a while her wails all melded into one, long, timeless cry. And then it fell into sleep, but she found no solace there, his words stinging her to the core in sleep as in life.

Sun, 01 Jul 2007 05:52:14 GMT

Gin-Gin,

Can you explain women to me? Please? I really bloody need someone to talk to. And it's for real this time- not like when I told you I'd gotten married to that one-eyed catfisher from Bora Bora.

I swear. Seriously.

George

P.S. While you're at it, I think I need you to explain me to me.

Sun, 01 Jul 2007 05:03:39 GMT

WHO: Hannah Abbott & Charlie Weasley
WHAT: Breaking point
WHEN: Sunday, September 8, late
WHERE: Hannah's room
RATING: NC-17
STATUS: Closed; Complete

Hannah slipped quietly back into her room with a contented smile. Setting down the basket, she headed into her bedroom, undressing silently so she didn't wake Charlie, who was sprawled on her bed. Pulling her pyjamas over her head, she paused to watch him, the curve of his lip, the muscles of his arms bulging out of the edges of his t-shirt. She wanted to taste his lips, feel his manhood straining against her body through the soft flannelette of his pyjamas.

Pulling the sleep shirt back over her head, Hannah instead dug out something she hadn't worn in a long time - a black mesh babydoll that left practically nothing to the imagination. With a cheeky grin, she climbed onto the bed, straddling Charlie's hips and lowering her chest flush with his.

Her teeth nipped at his neck and up to his earlobe. "Wake up, big boy" She purred.