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.