[Shrieking Shack] Haunted, Yeah right

[Ricky Daine]

The Shrieking Shack.

It's passageway lay underneath the Whomping Willow. He had just his grey jacket on with a pair of jeans and trainers. His hood was up as he trudged over the grounds to the dangerous tree. It had quite a reputation for not liking anyone, especially students. It was getting late now, pushing eight and anyone would think it was later as Ricky looked up to the moon, due to it being winter, it went dark earlier. He cupped his hands and rubbed them together to try and keep them warm.

As he got on the stretch where the willow was, it seemed to know what Ricky wanted as it lunged forward, though Ricky was stood back so he knew it wouldnt get him. There seemed to be an odd cloud shrouding the moon tonight, but that didnt matter much to Ricky as he lifted his wand and immobilised the tree. Smirking to himself as he walked forward and into the path. It was dark and Ricky couldnt see so he lit the tip of his wand with the Lumos spell. Pushing the door open at the top of the steps with a rather loud creak, he was pleasantly surprised to see the moonlight lit the area somewhat. He was in a house which meant there was rooms to explore as the wind hit and made the room scream.

"Haunted...Yeah right."

[Morgana Wyatt]

Well wasn't this fun. The only three people who Morgana actually liked the company off and they were all gone, where to she had no idea which was strange. She normally knew where everyone was. She had taken to walking outdoors on this cold winter night, and the moon was out rather early which pleased Morgana slightly.

Wrapping her arms around herself in attempt to keep warm, she made a bit of friction by rubbing her hands up and down her jacket, making a small sense of warmth between her skin and the material. She had no idea where she was going, but her feet had managed to take her en route to the whomping willow.

Coming over the hill, she saw a quick flash of light, and a blonde boy immobilising the tree before quickly entering underneath it. From what she could see, it was Ricky. Frowning a little at his little lonesome adventure, she decided to follow him. Jogging down to the tree, he had long gone by now, and the tree became violent once more. Morgana smirked and picked up a stone as big as her palm. Waiting for the tree to swing for her, she threw the stone to the side so the tree would hit it, and ran and dove feet first into the hole. It was more fun with a little danger involved, and the tree was pretty stupid.

Standing up once in the cave, she stood up and hear or saw no sight of Ricky, meaning he was now in the Shrieking shack. Walking down the long path to enter the shack, she didn't even bother dusting herself off, it didn't matter, she was only going to get dirty in that old dusty wreck anyway.

Finally reaching the secret entrance to the shack, she opened the door quietly. It creaked a little, and she paused before Ricky saw her. Continuing out, she stayed in the doorway and watched Ricky for a moment, before he spoke.

"BOO!"

[Ricky Daine]

So Ricky was stood in the Shrieking Shack on his own, not the greatest of things to do in the world but he had no idea where Erys was. Speaking of which, he had no idea where Morgana was either, which was strange, because Ricky was usually with at least one of them. Letting out a small yawn, indicating he was tired, he thought the chill of the air would wake him up, or at least the sense of adventure, but since he had gotten past the tree, all sense of adventure had dissapeared.

He seemed to be in a living room. By the gist of things he was on the first floor. There was a sofa which was moth eaten, dusty and damp damaged, a few tables and the odd stack of draws here and there. He supposed once upon a time this would have made a comfy home for someone. Though not Ricky, he could not live in a cramped space like this. It wouldnt do for someone of his bloodline and standing.

"Boo!"

Ricky gave a small jump as he had not been expecting anyone, or anything as he turned around to be face to face with Morgana. Well there answers one of his questions, least he knew where Morgana was. He just stood there, staring at the brown haire beaut, who seemed to be quite amused by his reaction. Though at this moment, Ricky himself was not.

"Morgana!" He said in a hufty like voice, his green eyes looking straight into her brown ones, "You scared the hell out of me!"

Which wasnt possible obviously. Ricky had too much hell inside of him for it possibly to be scared out of him. Nice to see her though, of course he didnt say this. Though the next question could be seen as Ricky didnt want her here, he was glad she was but he was curious.

"What are you doing here?"

[Morgana Wyatt]

Morgana leant against the doorframe in a smug stance with her arms folded and one leg hooked over the other. The smirk indicated she was rather amused by Ricky's reaction to her 'haunting' him.

"And you said this place wasn't haunted" she gave a laugh. It was strange, because she'd never laughed like that before, it was actually a happy laugh as if she was having a different level of fun that per usual.

"I was wondering where they hell you and Erys, hell even where Dahlia had gotten too. I've not seen any of you for ages, I thought you'd disappeared" she said with raised eyebrows, the look of scaring pleasure that was just on her face had gone with no traces of it left. Pushing her shoulder off the doorframe she walked a few steps infront of Ricky and placed her hands on her hips.

"So why are you having a little adventure without little old me? Your not playing nice Ricky" she pouted.

[Ricky Daine]

"It's not haunted!" Ricky bit back though playfully as his mouth curled up into a smirk, "Unless your the female that haunts it, though to be honest it wouldnt surprise me."

He looked at her stance, still seemingly amused by his jumping at her boo, though Ricky had not found the fact she had scared him amusing, he found the fact he seemed to be on edge for some reason quite amusing. Ricky smirked when she laughed because it seemed like an actual laugh, which was strange, usually Morgana just let out harsh laughs that didnt mean she was actually happy but this one seemed to be the genuine deal.

"Why would we dissapear?" Ricky asked knowing full well the fate of the Slytherin name rested on himself and a few others, "We were probably just doing our own thing is all," With a sly smirk he stepped closer to Morgana so they were centremetres apart, he loved to tease the girls, it was what Ricky did, "Why? Did you miss me?"

Ricky stood there for a couple of minutes just looking at her before he grew bored and moved away and began examining the room until she spoke again and he turned to face her with his smirk on his face.

"Am I not allowed to have adventures alone?" He asked, his head cocked slightly to the left, "I never play nice darlin'. I thought you knew that"

[Morgana Wyatt]

“I’ll take that as a compliment Ricky” she smiled. For the first time, she smiled without it having a hidden meaning. Maybe she was feeling more comfortable in her own skin and maybe, just maybe she was in a good mood today.

“I don’t know do I? You And Erys could be off having all the fun without me” she smirked as he stepped closer to her, inches apart. Usually whenever anyone invaded her personal space she would punch them in the face or stick her wand in their eye. The time she did that to a rather stupid and ignorant Gryffindor was priceless, luckily she just got away without getting expelled or something similar, and the boy got to keep his eye, only just.

“Miss you?” she licked her lip before pouting and raising her eyebrow. She poked him in the chest with her index finger lightly.
“More like you missed me”. Looking around, she spotted a small pile of books peeking around the corner from an old Victorian looking sofa. She was already dirty, so it didn’t matter now what she did. Gliding over to it, she sat down and reached around to pick up the book on top of the pile. It was a muggle book of all things, about something called ‘Alice In Wonderland’. Disgusted at the thought she was touching muggle belongings, she threw the book back onto the pile clumsily, causing a few other books below to topple over.

“I know you don’t play nice Ricky, and neither do I, that’s why your a real slytherin” she murmured loud enough for him to hear. Standing back up once again, she walked over to a small window on the side of the house. Cobwebs had covered the entire window and the sill was filthy with pieces of dust and plaster peeling away from the walls. Wiping the wood free of dirt, she quickly sat up on the window sill and looking back at Ricky with her legs dangling.

[Ricky Daine]

"Take it however you want," Ricky stated with a shrug, picking up a photograph where the people in it werent moving. Throwing it down, slightly disgusted, but more disturbed then anything else he turned to Morgana, "It aint right! Muggles in a Wizarding Village!"

Her next statement about Ricky and Erys brought back the memory of the Lake. He seemed to go off into a dreamworld as he thought about the brown haired beauty in nothing more than a bikini, looking ravishing as her skin sparkled due to the water and the sunlight. Ricky had had an awful lot of fun with Erys that day, despite the Merpeople trying to kill them it was a good day. Realising he had been staring at Morgana as he was lost in his dream world, he ran a hand through his hair.

"Right."

Her finger jabbed Ricky lightly in his chest as she seemed to pout and look at him, almost cutely too. Though moving his gaze away from her, he knew what Morgana could be like, she was a man-ravisher and he didnt really feel like being ravashed right now. With a slight smirk he began to look through things again when Morgana seemed to move and sit on the sofa which made him turn his nose up is disgust.

"No Morgana," Ricky said as he reached another door which had stairs leading up behind it, "Im a real Slytherin because I have the morals of a true Slytherin, not because I dont play nicely." Looking at her he added, "Theres a big difference. Come on, lets go upstairs."

Ricky went to walk upstairs though realised how an invite to an upstairs area could sound, finding himself laughing, he wasnt sure which way Morgana would take that, though in all honesty, he didnt really care that much as his feet creaked on the stairs. Reaching the next floor, he pushed open a door, he was in a bedroom. It was probably a handsome one at one point, it had an old fashioned four poster double bed, with what seemed like moth eaten satin curtains. He ran a hand over the texture of the sheets, which seemed to be some form of silk. The pillows were still fluffy, though dusty, but the casing was the same material as the sheets. Silk.

"Silk eh?" He mumbled to himself, unaware Morgana had followed him, "Nice."

[Morgana Wyatt]

Morgana scofted when Ricky said it was wrong Muggles being in a wizarding village, and simply nodded in agreement. She could have this conversation a million times with everyone but words wouldn’t do anything, Morgana was one for action. That’s probably why she was psychotic, if she could of gotten away with it, she would of killed half the muggleborns in Hogwarts by now, and her last kill would of been that blonde Hufflepuff, Karis. If only that stupid gay emo Ravenclaw, Ashton, didn’t come to the owlery, Karis would of been history. Poor girl must of ‘tripped’ down the stairs.

“I know that, I was merely playing with you. I admire that you stick to your roots” she protested before he wandered off upstairs. Raising her eyebrow at his invitation upstairs, she smirked and waited a moment before pushing herself off the window sill and walking casually to the stairwell. Looking up the creeky stairs, she heard him say something but she was unsure of what. Bounding up the stairs as if her life depended on it, she stopped at the top as she saw Ricky stroking the old sheets.

Looking around, the bedroom was obviously once a nice place to sleep, but now it was run down and grim.
“This place is a dump” she said, holding her nose. There was a strange smell that came from up here, and she didn’t know what it was, but it wasn’t at all pleasant.

[Ricky Daine]

"Shut it"

He bit a little harder then he thought he would, but she was right. This place was a dump and there was a certain stench in the air, like wet fur or something. Yet nothing was in here apart from them two so it was more likely a lingering smell from something, either way Ricky wasnt concerned about it, least not as concerned as other people would have been.

"Its not as bad as it should be, come on the place is over one hundred years old and has been deserted for over half of that time."

With that he turned to her with a smirk on his face. Running upto her he picked her up so her feet were off the floor. Ricky was strong, and Morgana was light, the only problem he had was the fact his right shoulder was weak, even weaker since that halfbred Girty Hubbles had broken his shoulder again in the last match. Spinning her around a little bit, Ricky lost his footing and fell backwards. Landing on his back, with Morgana ontop of him, yet he was bouncing, which was a strange concept as Ricky thought he had landed on the floor, clearly not though as his legs were bent.

"Well thats not what I planned at all."

With that, he pushed on her shoulders pushing her off him as he sat up and looked around the room he was in. It was old sure, but it was still a nice enough room. Or would have been anyway. Flicking his wand, little flames erupted from the tip, lighting the candles on each wall giving them both a little more light, as he looked down at the sheets he noticed they were a pale green. Silk, and pale green, excellent.

[Morgana Wyatt]

Telling her to shut it in that tone made Morgana scowl and narrow her eyes at him, and if he didn’t pick her up in a playful way, she would of surely slapped him for being so disrespectful. Shocked when he picked her up, she actually let out a laugh and gently slapped the tops of his shoulders to get her down and before she knew it, Ricky had lost his balance, and she ended up on the bed straddling him. Looking around, before looking down at Ricky as she pushed her off, she lost balance and fell onto the floor. She huffed at a piece of hair that had come loose.

“Indeed” she replied when he confessed he didn’t plan that. She was a little unimpressed to say the least. Sitting at the edge of the bed, she sat up so she could watch Ricky for a moment. The whiff of that horrible stench caught her nostrils once again, and she almost heaved. It seemed to be getting stronger.

“What in Merlin’s name is that smell?” she said with her nose wrinkled. Pushing herself up off the floor, she dusted off her bum and walked over to an entrance to another room. Peering in, it looked like a child’s bedroom, and had light wallpaper with pictures of balls and trains along with other things on, and sat in the middle was a small bed. Over the opposite end was a white, blue and red wardrobe that stood proudly. Tilting her head to the right, she walked over and opened the wardrobe.

[Ricky Daine]

So he landed awkwardly on his back, and the feeble hits off Morgana on his shoulder didnt bother him, apart from the ones on his right shoulder, they did bother him as no matter how softly you touched that shoulder, it always hurt due to it being broken over six times and dislocated more than once. His shoulder had cracked loudly, but luckily it hadnt come out of place as he found himself in a very strange situation. Normally any guy would love this situation, normally Ricky would. Lay on a bed with a beautiful girl straddling you. Though the shrieking shack? Not exactly a place putter was it? That fact aside, he felt it somewhat strange to think of Morgana like that so tried not to, pushing her off him after a few minutes of staring at her.

Morgana didnt seem impressed, but Ricky ignored it. He was ignorant a lot of the time, but anyone who knew him took that in their stride as it was a trait of his, just like arrogance and being devious. Not to mention looking absolutley amazing in everything he did, least he thought so. He could smell it too, a cross between wet, sweaty fur and rotting flesh.

"No Idea"

Ricky followed her into the next room. Taking a look around this was not how he would decorate one of his homes. Trains and balls, come on! He wrinkled his nose, the smell was worse in here. Walking up behind Morgana, the two stood infront of the wardrobe, whatever this smell was, it was coming from in there. As she opened the wardrobe, Ricky yacked. The smell that came out washed right over them, it was horrible.

"That is bloody foul"

What was inside that wardrobe must have been in there for over thirty years. No mistaking it was a werewolf. Decaying. Dead. Ricky's nose had been right, rotting flesh and wet sweaty fur. A lot of the skin and fur had gone leaving bones. But patches of it still remained on the things body. It was an eyesore, disgusting and yet, Ricky couldnt take his eyes off it. Shaking his head, he grabbed Morgana's hand and pulled her into yet another bedroom, away from the thing. He let go of her hand and tried gasping for breath. Wiping the back of his hand over his forehead.

"That.Was.Disgusting"

[Morgana Wyatt]

The smell was probably the most disgusting thing Morgana had ever smelt in her life, even her mother's cooking smelt better.
Opening the doors, she immediately looked away and covered her nose with her jacket. Looking back straight away, she leant closer to get the details of the animal. Seeing flesh hanging from random body parts, and most of it had been stripped away or was green with rot.

"Who would put a dead wolf in a kid's wardrobe?" she questioned, but it was mostly directed at herself. Whether it was dead or not to begin with was a different matter, or it could of been put in alive or injured and left to die of starvation.

Feeling Ricky pull her away she followed, being dragged. Suddenly stopping, she caught her balance. Still holding her nose, she looked back at the wardrobe, and the wolf's leg slipped out of the wardrobe, causing her to jump a little.
"Gross" she replied, turning back to Ricky and finally letting her nose go. Taking in a big breath, she could still smell it, but it wasn't as bad from where she was standing.

[Ricky Daine]

Once Ricky had caught his breath in the new room, he trudged over to the bed and sat down on it, his head in his hands, that smell had given him one hell of a headache. For some reason, he wanted to do the bubblehead charm but that would only lock the smell in so it was useless anyway. Letting out a deep, but disgusted breath he answered her question.

"Who cares who put it in there." He said rather scathingly, "The fact is that halfbreed is dead, smelling and rather discusting. Though it is dead so it no longer matters"

He patted the space next to him, he needed a minute to compose himself. It had been there for other thirty years, at least, and made his stomach churn. Ricky had never seen, or smelt, anything as disgusting as that. He exhaled and inhaled deeply, though everytime he inhaled, he gagged as the smell filled his nostrils, before he had known what it was it hadnt bothered him. Though now he knew, the picture of the thing was imprinted onto his mind. He needed a distraction. He flung himself back onto the bed so he was lay down, it was pretty comfy, he closed his eyes and put his arm over them too, though he could see the image. His mouth turned down in a frown as he "looked" at the thing. He doubted anything could get that out of his mind.

"Gross is not the word"

[Morgana Wyatt]

With Ricky looking like he was about to puke up his own skelenton, she watched as he walked over to the bed and sat down on it looking utterly disgusted in what they had just found. Looking back at the open wardrobe, and the rotting mound of flesh half hanging out, she couldn’t help but wonder why no other student who had come to the shack had found it before.

“Ricky, what if say that wolf had been placed here recently? I mean, other students would of found it long before now otherwise” she asked with a frown placed on her face. Tilting herself forward a little to look at the body once again, the smell hit her and she turned away in horror. Clenching her nose, she stopped breathing in for a moment before the wave of sickness passed her and she felt like she was able to breathe without puking.

Sitting next to Ricky, pretty much throwing herself on the bed, she bounced a little before settling. Staring at the wall for a moment, she flung herself back and her head hit the pillow. It wasn’t the cleanest place she had ever been, but there had been worse. Giving a big sigh, she contemplated her theory of the body, and whether it could be possible or not. In her mind, it was the only logical explanation. There was no way anybody could of come into the shack without smelling that awful stench and exploring it.