HP-Hogwarts
Story So Far
Transcript
Three
The Search
for Joss
Dumbledore hearing of Morticia's vision from
one of the students, rushes to where Morticia is being calmed
down, somewhat unsuccessfully. A brief summary of the vision
later Dumbledore is assigning teachers and students all over
the place with instructions to stay in at least pairs. A complete
school wide search is sent out.
Marvo comes rushing back in. 'I've got Snape to.....'
He sees Dumbledore and stops and looks down. "Professor Snape
is sorting out the prefects and Head boy and girl to arrange
search parties around the school'
He looks slightly embarrassed by the way Dumbledore
is looking at him. He avoids his glances and walks over to stand
beside Egreen and Nimue
'How is she? has she said anything else?'
…………………. (Later)
Riala Blackfire who had been at the breakfast...though
quite invisibly (not many pay attention to little rich girls).
She had been assigned with Kathryn Black and Marvo Ward to search
the west dungeon floor of the castle. This part of the castle
was old and musty and had almost a carpet of dust.
As they walked Kat, who had insisted on helping
in some way with the search had ended up with this group, and
Marvo, as well as a few others. No one talked except the occasional
desperate comment of hope that they say something down a dark
hallway, and insisting that it had to be Josslin. Feeling worn
by this now over an hour search, Riala Blackfire began to wonder
why SHE was so desperate. SHE doesn't even KNOW Josslin other
than a passing face and yet she was looking for her just as
hopelessly as the rest. Maybe two weeks of being ignored by
everyone does some good, in the way of humility to a rich girl
whose always been a site of attention.
Finally as they were growing near no hope they
saw it, something. THE something. Down the dark corridor that
they were travelling with there small torches they could see
a small flickering of something from the light of their torches.
Blackfire scrunched up her eyes to see better as her legs automatically
began to go more and more faster. It was metal, on the ground
it seemed. but what. 15 feet later, Riala stopped dead in her
tracks.
About 7 feet away was a doorway that seemed not
to have a door, but that wasn't important what was was what
was sticking part way out of that door. An arm, long and slender
with the fingers of the hand curled upward slightly in a relaxed
position. And on the wrist was the metal, of a bracelet. And
hair, blond as sunlight, barely in reach of their lights and
out of the darkness of the shadows of the doorway.