[Dungeons] So Lost [Open]

[Lana Landers]

Lana let out a huge groan as she wandered around the dungeons. It felt as if she had been down here for hours, although she knew that it had probably not been that long. In her boredom and curiosity she had decided to explore the dungeons a little bit. However, now she felt as if that might be a terrible mistake.

"Wow, this is just wonderful," she said out loud in a frustrated tone. She had a horrible sense of direction and couldn't even figure out how to trace her steps back the way she came. Lana would probably end up spending all night wandering around down here at the rate she was going. There seemed to be no hope.

As she walked aimlessly and thought about how hopeless it was, Lana heard a loud noise. She jumped up and let out a high pitched yelp of fright. Lana's eyes looked around trying to find the source of the noise. "Who's there?" she asked aloud, rather nervously.

[cora]

Time had slowly passed as Cora sat on the cold stone floor, her pad out on her lap, drawing away. She had noticed a rather strange ghost floating around the dungeons as she made her way hastily through the mass of people as they left the potions classroom. She hated having the class so late, it always made her late for dinner, but she supposed she had to get it out of the way and it was better then first thing in the morning.

The ghost Cora had followed was of a young woman. In life she must have been very pretty because her pale skin had a slight shimmer like than of a pearl. The woman was dressed in a long dress, tattered at the bottom, her hair was up in a tight bun, falling out from underneath a cap on her head. She had a worried expression on her face and wandered through the crowd as if she were looking for something or someone. Cora had been drawn to her. She wasn't sure why. But soon the ghostly figure entered a dungeon chamber and sat down and cried. Cora had taken the opportunity to sit down and retrieve her drawing pencils and pad and sketched the woman out.

For an hour, she took her time drawing the distraught young face that would never get older. She lined her dress, making sure she got the tatters just right. Just as Cora was about to draw the background, the woman looked up, the ghostly tears she had been crying shone like diamonds on her face. Cora looked at her, shy that she had been caught. Quickly she packed up her gear. She would finish the drawing in the comfort of her own bed.

Cora jogged away from the ghost, hoping she wasn't a disturbance. She made a right hand turn, hoping she remembered the path she had taken following the transparent woman. However, as hard as she tried, she couldn't remember. Cora's face became distraught and frightened. She now understood that the woman wasn't looking for anything, she was probably lost. Cora figured that the woman would now have some permanent company if Cora's memory didnt come back soon.

The light faded from the corridors. The time which students were allowed to roam the halls was probably over. Cora slide her wand out from her bag and light it up, even though it wasn't completely necessary yet. At a cross roads yet again, Cora decided to turn left. Her decision ran her right into a suit of armor, which clanged as she hit it. Cora jumped back, her breath caught in her lungs, scared. She sighed as she saw the armor stand back in attention. Her heart was pounded.

Cora hadn't caught her breath yet when she heard a voice call out from the semi darkness. She wasn't sure if she should answer it, and instead she raised her wand to light up the dungeon corridor. Expecting the worst, yet hoping the best, Cora's eyes fell upon a girl standing in the hall looking just as lost as she. Cora recognized the girl as someone in her own house and someone on her Quidditch team. She was able to breath again. In her small voice that she rarely used to address anyone she said: "It's me, Cora."

[Lana Landers]

Lana's eyes landed on the light of the girl's wand just as Cora announced who she was. Lana let out a sigh of relief. It was very comforting to see a familiar face. She knew Cora from quidditch and around the common room. Somehow it made it less scary to be completely lost in the dungeons when you were lost with someone you knew.

Quickly, Lana walked over to where the girl was. She wondered if Cora knew where she was or if she was lost too. Lana's eyes wandered over to the suit of armor. Cora must have run into it, causing the noise she had heard. Just the faintest of smiles passed quickly over Lana's face. This act was awkward for her, something she wasn't completely used. It wasn't often that she smiled, but this was definitely not her typical circumstance.

"I don't suppose you know how to get out of here?" Lana asked the question hopefully. Although, it was much more likely that Cora was lost just like her. Either way, it would still be better having her here than being alone. As much as she hated to admit it, Lana had been scared being lost in the dungeons by herself.

[Erys Grace]

Cloaked by shadow Erys prowled her dungeons, paws pressing lightly but swiftly against the stone floor, making not the slightest of noise as she slunk along the crookedly-patched brick walls. Her left ear twitched at an irritatingly loud clanging noise, and she shifted in that direction, lip curling in distaste. Who on earth was making a racket? Most had the sense to watch where they went, 'lest they rustle the attention of a wandering Snake. Which, unfortunately, they did, for there she was, her bengal cat form watching them unnoticed from the shadows. As the suit of armor straightened the Slytherin, upon receiving such a devious notion, quickly knelt in human form, changing back almost instantly. Still camoflauged, they would never notice her unless they dove into the black area away from them. Seeing as they were Claws, she assumed they had a bit more sense than that. Withdrawing her wand and pointing it at the chains nearby Erys muttered a fluent incantation, twiddling the handle and flicking it up. Almost at once the metal creaked, rattling and lashing out towards the closest student, intending to wrap tightly around their wrists and bind them to the bricks.

Silently slapping her hand against her mouth to stifle her mocking laughter Erys watched intently, hoping her jinx did the trick, and finding herself excited to see how they planned to get themselves out of this one. They would attempt to think themselves out of it, surely, thats what they did. Nose buried in books, eh? That was no life. Not like what she was living was one, god, no.. What she had was, well.. It strayed outside the lines of sanity, thats for sure. She wasn't exactly certain of how to describe what this was. Whatever its identity, however, it wasn't dull, thats for sure. Flicking her wand at the suit of armor and muttering something else, the Slytherin twirled the tip of her wand, causing the metal armor to clank deafeningly towards the remaining girl. It was slow and gangly, but it would work. Inhaling deeply as the scent of fear clouded them, whether fresh or leftover from before, Erys breathed delightedly, grateful for the thick perfume.[/color]