(Dungeons) A Place of Secrets

[Char Hadley]

The stone walls seemed damp and were cold to touch in the dungeons. The chill of the dim-lit corridors often left the area void of people, and stumbling alone through the dark hallways was not always high on Char's list.

However, he had a strage fascination with the dungeons, perhaps because it was the part of the castle that held the most secrets.

A knotted length of chain hung off from the wall, reminding the Gryffindor that the dungeons were a place of torture long ago. Walking over to the metal object, Char placed his pale fingers on it, before pulling a large piece away. Suddenly, the end of it wrapped around his forearm, and he stumbled backwards trying to free himself.

With his eyes wide and glimmering in the few candles flickering around him, he watched the chain snap at him a few more times before knotting itself with the others once more.

Letting out a fascinated breath, Char laid sprawled out on the floor, his gaze still locked on the device.

[Erys Grace]

The blackness was to her liking, as Erys Grace confidently slunk through her 'territory', longing for someone to punish. It was like nighttime down here, with only a breath of flame every so often to light the way for some poor student. The dark wasn't a problem for her animagus self, as she used her cat's night-vision to clearly view the path infront of her. She was silent as death, pausing only to angle her ear towards the clattering of chains. Only then did she realise she was not alone.

Coming upon the source now, a boy, Erys arched an eyebrow, towering over him as she inspected the wall. He hadn't seemed to break anything off, fortunately for him. Typical Gryffindor, too curious for his own good. "Pretty, arent they?" She cooed gently, patting the slightly rusted metal but remaining completely unharmed. Perhaps being a prefect had more advantages than she'd first thought of. Clicking her tongue with satisfaction, the teenager then fixed him with a cool, scrutinizing look, "What are you doing down here?"

Since her Joshua was gone, and Veata too, Erys had only Angel and a few other allies to accompany her. Though too proud to admit it, life was pretty dull without them, not to mention lonely. She had gotten a bit thinner, but it didn't take away from her stunning appearance. Not to mention her color changing, expressive eyes, which were now a calm golden brown. She hadn't really noticed the slight drop on the scale now, as she waited expectantly for his answer.[/color]

[Char Hadley]

A noise startled Char from his daze and he half pulled himself up off the damp ground. Wrinkling his nose as Erys touched the torture device with familiarity, he recoiled as she turned back to him. "It's not exactly curfew yet." He said with uncertainty.

Though he tended not to succumb to house stereotypes, something about the girl in front of him suggested he should be wary. Perhaps it was the way she grew steadily fond of the chains on the wall, or possibly the unnatural colour of her eyes.

However, a smile flitted onto his face accompanied with an arched brow. "Pretty? I guess you could say that." Standing up fully, he brushed his hands off on his robes. "Though, I'm not so sure people from a few centuries ago thought the same."

[Erys Grace]

Chains could be useful, oh yes. Why they were kept for mere decoration was such a waste. Imprisoning someone, now that sounded fun. Erys was sure the girls in at least one of the houses would like the idea of tying up some guys for.. Various purposes. Mhm, that was an idea. Thinking this now, the Slytherin smiled, the expression intimidating coming from one of her status. Not to mention pretty much everyone knew she wouldn't hesitate to beat someone up if they tried anything fishy.

Watching with mild amusement as the boy shuddered, Erys licked her lips, tapping the coiled chains with a sharp fingernail. At mention of the time, a laughed aroused, as it eerily echoing throughout the dark halls. She leaned closer, her lips hovering by his ear, "Clever boy." No, curfew hadn't begun yet.

Sliding back now, Erys crossed her arms over her chest, fixing her eyes on him. "So you decided to come down here for fun, is that it?" Of course she knew there was another reason, something more discreet than trouble or pranks. This Gryffindor didn't seem like the tricky type. Perhaps thoughtful?[/color]

[Char Hadley]

The stance which Erys took was one that demanded superiority. Char knit his brows together, though knew it was normal behaviour to feel confident in your own territory - and the dungeons were definitely Slytherin territory.

Although, normally, the Gryffindor would awkwardly extend a hand or conversationally bring up his out-of-the-blue magic tricks, he didn't find such amiable actions would go well with this one. She had a permanent smirk around the corners of her lips, as if she knew something he didn't. It gathered close to his ear and he felt her dominating presence mentally comparing it to the tactic of a siren.

"Fun?" Char's lips slanted in a skeptical smirk. "I'm not a sadist," he said, though leaned a hand close to the snapping chains. "I don't believe I've ever got a good look at this place," he began sincerely, but then paused. "Perhaps because it's equipped with its own guard." He looked at her pointedly.