Post by Angel on Oct 9, 2012 3:06:31 GMT -5
{Harry Potter Roleplay, set during Hogwarts' Darkest Year. Closed to myself, Nama and Lyra. Also, if either of you want to lend a voice to the portrait of Phineas Nigellus Black, who was evidently watching the proceedings, feel free.}
Partner as Ginny
Lyra as Neville
Nama as Luna
The room of requirement had become a very familiar site to Ginny lately. While Neville was undisputedly the most skilled of the co-leaders of the new Dumbledore's Army at calling the room into being, the few times - such as this - that Ginny had called for her fellow resistors of Snape's regime to meet with her here on short notice, she'd done a reasonable job of summoning a suitable room into existance herself.
Now there was nothing to do but wait for Neville and Luna to show up.
The idea had struck Ginny earlier that morning. An unplanned detour into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom to avoid a particularly malicious-looking Amycus Carrow had reminded her of the last time she'd been in - or rather, though - there. The Chamber of Secrets, and all that had gone on within, had rushed back as vividly. One memory had stood out, though - the sword Harry had been carrying. Of course, she hadn't seen him slay the basilisk with it, but still, it was a symbol of Harry's victory over You-Know-Who's monsters. To have it in the hands of the DA would undoubtedly boost morale that had taken a blow in the wake of a particularly foul Dark Arts lesson. Because that's all Snape and the Carrows were really, wasn't it? More of Voldemort's monsters. If they could steal it from the Headmaster's office...
Then she'd had to flee the bathroom as Myrtle, evidently also remembering one of Ginny's previous visits, had taken it upon herself to rage about people who threw things at her and proceeded to try and flood the Weasley out of her bathroom.
There was another reason, Ginny had realised as the day progressed and her robes had dried after Myrtle's soaking, why she wanted the sword in DA hands. Whatever Harry was doing, it seemed impossible that it wouldn't lead him to a confrontation with You-Know-Who in the end. As much as that thought filled Ginny with a sense of dread, she also knew that Harry wouldn't step aside and let someone else finish off Voldemort just because she asked. And maybe, she dared to hope, if she could pass the sword to an Order member, and they could get it to Harry, it might, somehow, give him the necessary edge in that final confrontation. It was a hopeful thought, at any rate, if one that was born more of a desperate need for Harry to survive than true logic.
She'd passed the word to Luna and Neville in transfiguration that morning and over lunch, respectively. As a precaution, no mention of the sword had been given, simply a whispered instruction to meet her in the Room of Requirement that evening. Snape, she had reason to believe, would be out of the Headmaster's office; they might not get a better opportunity than this. If they could secret the sword away in the Room of Requirement once they had it, well, Snape might rage, but he'd never know just who was responsible. In such a hurry to attempt this had Ginny been, that she hadn't even bothered to change out of her uniform before heading up to the seventh floor, and now she paced impatiently inside the room as she waited for her friends to join her.
Partner as Ginny
Lyra as Neville
Nama as Luna
The room of requirement had become a very familiar site to Ginny lately. While Neville was undisputedly the most skilled of the co-leaders of the new Dumbledore's Army at calling the room into being, the few times - such as this - that Ginny had called for her fellow resistors of Snape's regime to meet with her here on short notice, she'd done a reasonable job of summoning a suitable room into existance herself.
Now there was nothing to do but wait for Neville and Luna to show up.
The idea had struck Ginny earlier that morning. An unplanned detour into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom to avoid a particularly malicious-looking Amycus Carrow had reminded her of the last time she'd been in - or rather, though - there. The Chamber of Secrets, and all that had gone on within, had rushed back as vividly. One memory had stood out, though - the sword Harry had been carrying. Of course, she hadn't seen him slay the basilisk with it, but still, it was a symbol of Harry's victory over You-Know-Who's monsters. To have it in the hands of the DA would undoubtedly boost morale that had taken a blow in the wake of a particularly foul Dark Arts lesson. Because that's all Snape and the Carrows were really, wasn't it? More of Voldemort's monsters. If they could steal it from the Headmaster's office...
Then she'd had to flee the bathroom as Myrtle, evidently also remembering one of Ginny's previous visits, had taken it upon herself to rage about people who threw things at her and proceeded to try and flood the Weasley out of her bathroom.
There was another reason, Ginny had realised as the day progressed and her robes had dried after Myrtle's soaking, why she wanted the sword in DA hands. Whatever Harry was doing, it seemed impossible that it wouldn't lead him to a confrontation with You-Know-Who in the end. As much as that thought filled Ginny with a sense of dread, she also knew that Harry wouldn't step aside and let someone else finish off Voldemort just because she asked. And maybe, she dared to hope, if she could pass the sword to an Order member, and they could get it to Harry, it might, somehow, give him the necessary edge in that final confrontation. It was a hopeful thought, at any rate, if one that was born more of a desperate need for Harry to survive than true logic.
She'd passed the word to Luna and Neville in transfiguration that morning and over lunch, respectively. As a precaution, no mention of the sword had been given, simply a whispered instruction to meet her in the Room of Requirement that evening. Snape, she had reason to believe, would be out of the Headmaster's office; they might not get a better opportunity than this. If they could secret the sword away in the Room of Requirement once they had it, well, Snape might rage, but he'd never know just who was responsible. In such a hurry to attempt this had Ginny been, that she hadn't even bothered to change out of her uniform before heading up to the seventh floor, and now she paced impatiently inside the room as she waited for her friends to join her.
