[S.Shack] Rumors Never Lie (Harri)

[Felicity Locke]

Today was one of those days when the sun hits your bed, all someone would want to do is curl up in the blankets and drift right back to sleep. Too bad that wasn’t an option for Fay. As the sun hit her bed, nearly blinding her, she grumbled and tugged her blankets further over her head. Something kept batting her head though, demanding attention. Apparently sleep wasn’t an option for her today, even though it was a weekend. Grumbling, Felicity moved the blanket for over her head and glared down at the absolutely adorable Kneazle.

How did she get that exactly? Well, from her little tunnel adventure with Harri. She couldn’t just leave it down there, so she grabbed it – which it didn’t seem opposed to – and took it back with her. She still wasn’t sure what to name him, but Fay would most certainly come up with something. Sighing, she scooped up the feline and cradled it gently in her arms. Felicity dragged her feet over to her chest and pulled out an outfit for the day. Shorts and a t-shirt would have to do.

After doing a quick brush through her hair, she grabbed up the Kneazle and headed downstairs. Felicity decided to skip breakfast this morning, considering she slept in kind of late. Now, what to do today. Hanging out with her friends was a no go, considering they were still fighting. Fay had half a mind to beat them over the head with her bat, but she decided against it. If there was any way to scare off your friends, that certainly would be the thing to do.

Sighing, Felicity leaned back against one of the railings and looked up at one of the many paintings that adorned the castle. The one she happened to be looking at was rather simple. Just a girl, sitting in a sun dress on a small stump. She was plain, but beautiful all in the same instant. The Kneazle jumped from Fay’s arms and sat down next to her, staring up at her curiously. The lady in the painting must’ve noticed Fay looking, because she was just staring back. Flushing, Felicity quickly turned away and started to walk again. A small chuckle followed after her, probably from the girl.

Someone shoved into her side, and Fay whirled around to see who it was. A glare was shot back at her, and one of the many new female enemies she had acquired sniffed and stalked off. Felicity rubbed her shoulder irritably. “How mature. Honestly if you cared so much wouldn’t you have done something more about it by now?” Fay bent down and picked up the feline before it could go chasing after the girls. “And Bray wonders why I get so many bruises.”

(Bleehh. I'm no good at starting threads)

[Harrison Greg]

“She has tried.” Harrison said with a smug little grin as he climbed up the last few steps of the stairs so he was eyelevel with the Ravenclaw. “It all came out as one long word, the poor girl then flushed the deepest red before turning ghostly pale and ran away crying.” Harrison was clearly enjoying telling the tale all over again to a fresh pair of ears “She is not that bad looking, I might have said yes…bah who am I kidding have you seen the size of her nose?”

Oh yes this was Harrison Greg at his best, he saw himself as a gentleman saving damsels in distress and aiding the needy but yet he still could pick fault with almost everyone. There nose was too big, their hairstyle was not fashionable enough, they were too fat or too thin…in fact he never gave a girl a chance to really get to know the real person behind the big nose or the fat ass. But non of this really mattered to Harrison his vanity and want to be popular out did his desire to get to know someone really well and become bestest best friends with them, and most defiantly not with girls.

Flicking his fringe out of his eyes (which for once was not being hidden by his sunglasses) Harrison grinned up at Fay, showing his pearly white teeth off to the world. That was until he saw what the Ravenclaw had in her arms. His smile faded slightly as he looked on at the Kneazle that was being cradled in Fay’s arms.

“Well look who it is.” He grinned as he slowly reached out with his hand, letting the small cat like creature sniff it so it could remember his scent. With a small meow the cat began to nestled its self into his palm searching for affection and attention (a creature much to his own taste) “I did not know you had a thing for cats Fay?”

It was when the Gryffindor was fussing the small creature that the noise in the corridor suddenly increased and rounding the corner appeared a gaggle of girls and at the same time gave a chorus of ‘Harrison!’ For Harrison Greg, that was the chime of certain doom!

[Felicity Locke]

A new voice interrupted her glaring, and she looked down to see Harrison coming up the steps. Fay’s gaze traveled back to the girl, who was currently stalking away while speaking to her friend. She rolled her eyes and snorted, before looking back down at the popular Gryffindor boy. “Poor girl. You know it doesn’t help when you’ve got several groups of girls that would pound the poor girl for even talking to you.” Felicity shifted the Kneazle to the other arm and placed her free hand on her hip.

Why was she still talking to him anyway? If anything she should be furious with him. Well, she had been, for a while, but after seeing Ellie and Bray’s fight, she seemed to get over it. Men, she concluded, weren’t good at thinking on their feet. Bray was better at it than most, she supposed, but he was part cat or something crazy like that. He had to have quick reflexes. Fay could already feel the bruise forming, but she fought back the urge to throw something at the back of the girl’s head. Now, now, two wrongs don’t make a right.

“It’s kind of hard not to considering the people I hang around with.” She couldn’t help but feel a bit smug at the way he responded to seeing the Kneazle. Fay scratched behind its ears gently. “And it wasn’t like I was going to leave him down there, that would’ve been cruel.” Her lower lip slid into a pout. “That would be really cruel/” A breathtakingly sorrow-filled expression crossed her face, before her lips quickly upturned into a grin and she laughed.

A hiss rose from the Kneazle and Felicity raised an eyebrow. “What-” She didn’t have to continue. Fay was cut off by the chorus of Harrisons that burst from a group of girls nearby. “Oh, bloody hell!” Felicity grabbed Harrison’s wrist and quickly tugged him back down the stairs. “We are not doing this your way again. Just stay quiet and follow me.” Grumbling softly under her breath about annoying boys, she quickly turned another corner.

Fay pushed the wall with her shoulder, and a door swung open. She pushed Harri in – as less aggressively as she could manage – and jumped in after him. Felicity kicked the door shut and released the Kneazle, letting him jump back onto the ground. “This tunnel leads straight to Honeydukes. My mum found it. Come on.”

[Harrison Greg]

That was it, Harrison knew he was going to be ripped into a thousand pieces. With the up coming ball everyone had been asking for him to take them and he had had enough of being wooed by such girls. The Gryffindor dared not even look over his shoulder, in fact he could not move almost as if a freezing charm had been cast upon him…luckily however Fay seemed to have a plan. The Ravenclaw had given her orders and Harrison was not one to argue with her and let Fay pull him along around the castle.

However when she threw him into a classroom rather suddenly Harrison could not help but laugh. Flicking his hair out of his eyes the Gryffindor just grinned stupidly at the Ravenclaw as she kicked the door shut.

“Honestly Fay if you just wanted to spend some time alone with me I am sure we could find a better room then this one.”

He was about to add in his typical cheesy wink when she mentioned something about a tunnel that led to Honeydukes. At first this puzzled Harrison but then clearly she was still thinking about making her escape and not getting to know one another a bit more, which was fine with Harrison as he could hear the sound of the pack of squealing girls in the distance squabbling with one another about which way they went.

“Cool...a tunnel.” Harrison looked around the rather dingy looking place suddenly realising how he was not the biggest fan of dark, dirty and possibly creatures infested areas. “Ladies first.” He shot Fay a nervous smile and took a small bow as a sign for her to lead the way…no way was he going to walk into a wall of spider webs, it would totally get stuck in his hair!

(Sorry dude this was rather lame and the fact it took me sooo long to reply! Many apologies)

[Felicity Locke]

If the fact that the boy was egotistical enough for two men wasn’t enough, he also had a little fan club of girls that insisted on following him around everywhere. He wasn’t the one that was going to get ripped to shreds if the two were caught. Of course, the veela could probably fight her way through the crowd, but that was a rather difficult task even for her. How could a pack of girls honestly become so obsessed with one group of boys was beyond her. But, then again, that was probably like the charm of a veela. If she really wanted to, she could probably have a fan club of men. The thought made her shudder.

Felicity swore that she lost some hearing after she slammed the door shut. There were a few whines outside the door, but nobody seemed to know that they had run into the classroom, thank goodness. She waited by the door for a few more minutes, before turning back around and facing Harrison again. Apparently a thank you was too much to ask for. Lovely. “No offense, but I think locking myself in a room with you would only make me even more hated by the female population. I’d rather not take chances.” Why was he always popping up in the worst moments anyway? Maybe it was a Gryffindor thing, since Toby seemed to do it rather often.

“Afraid of the dark tunnel are you?” She took out her wand and muttered ‘Lumos’. The tip of the wand glowed in response, and she started forward. The Kneazle, who was still giving no hint of any name that he would like, was walking ahead of Fay. He could probably see better than she could in this instance. Felicity glanced back to make sure Harrison was still following and wasn’t getting caught up on anything. The tunnel wasn’t as cobweb infested as one would’ve thought, but that was probably because students frequented through here. Well, at least Fay did when she wanted to get to work on time.

Eventually, the tunnel came to an end. Fay pressed her hand against the wall and shoved. There was a groan in protest, and then the door creaked open. Good new, the tunnel was a success! Bad news, this wasn’t Honeydukes.

Felicity blinked and stepped out, landing onto old wooden floors. They creaked under her weight. The Kneazle jumped after her and she stooped down to pick it up in her arms. Looking around, it only took her a moment to realize where exactly they were. And it took even less time for her stomach to drop to the soles of her feet.

“The Shrieking Shack. The tunnel led us here. What happened? I’ve used this way before..”

[Harrison Greg]

When the Ravenclaw mentioned about being stuck in the same room as him would only make her more hated the Gryffindor found it hard not to chuckle. He was sure that if the girls only bothered to get to know Fay they would see the same fun loving, kind and beautiful Ravenclaw as he did…but then again they might just rip her apart, defiantly if he listed all those qualities off in front of them, it most likely would only spur them on.

Fay though quickly moved on from this area as they began to head away from the high pitched shrieks of the hunting pack. But at her small joke bout Harrison being afraid of the dark tunnel he gave Fay a disdainful glare before pulling out his own wand and letting her lead the way. His wand light moved quickly from one side of the corridor to the other as he desperately looked out for any obstacle that could mess up his hair or rip his jeans (they were of course ripped originally with the design, but that was style…if he ripped them that would be clumsiness).

The Gryffindor managed to go the full length of the corridor without a single hic-up, which considering he was venturing somewhere with Fay was very rare. Yet that seemed to end rather suddenly as the Ravenclaw pushed open the panel that was meant to reveal the sweet smells and glorious site of Honeydukes…not the remains of an old wooden building.

“What do you mean?” Harrison was trying to keep the panic from his voice as he nervously stepped onto the ancient floorboards and looked around. “The tunnel would just not change its mind on where it led, that is impossible.”

Harrison Greg trying to find the logic in a situation was a very rare thing but here is was, a frown creasing his brow and his eyes moving quickly from one area of the decaying house to the other. The sheer thought of the hundreds of years of dust, and mould and other unthinkable things made the hairs on the back of Harrisons neck stand on end. For once he was starting to think that being mobbed by a pack of girls would be better then this.

“OK” Harrison took a deep breath and his grip tightened so much around his wand that his knuckles turned white. “There shall have to be an exit somewhere, after all it is a house, there has to be a front door.”

[Felicity Locke]

Walking in silence made it almost a given for her mind to drift. Come on, what else would happen in complete silence? Felicity’s lips pursed as they always did when she was thinking deeply about something. Her brow line creased a bit as she did, giving her a somewhat child-like look. Looking back down at the Kneazle, she crossed her arms, another sign of her pondering. Fay must’ve stayed like this for more than half of the walk, until something hit her.

Not literally, metaphorically. Like, an idea. A grin broke across her face. “I think I’ve thought of a name for the Kneazle.” She glanced back at Harrison, to make sure he was listening and not spacing out like she had before. “What about Chinook? It’s an old Native’s tribe name. I think it fits.” Felicity turned to look down at the Kneazle, which was trotting ahead of her. “What do you think?” It was only right to ask his opinion, since he found the thing too.

It was hard for anyone, especially a Claw, to fathom how the school could suddenly change. It wasn’t like someone could do this by themselves, it would take months, and of course she would’ve noticed it. But it was the same exact tunnel that she had taken before. So, what had changed that made it lead them here? For once, she was stumped. It was not only improbable, but impossible! Sure Hogwarts was a magical school, but it didn’t go around randomly changing hallways! The stairs didn’t count, because they changed daily.

“It should be impossible, but here we are.” She whispered, her face paling ever so slightly. The fact that the whole school had changed had stunned her into silence. She could barely move, let alone speak. Only the Kneazle making a disgruntled noise had brought her back to her senses. She glanced down, and noticed the thing was clearly annoyed. Or there was something else that it had deemed…dangerous. By the set of its ears against its head, it was probably the latter of the two. Well, that was perfect wasn’t it?

“I’m not so sure anymore.” Felicity murmured, mostly to herself. But, none the less, she started her inspection of the house. It was still daylight out, so the sun was pouring in through the windows. The only downfall was where there should’ve been a door; it seemed to just be the wall. “Something weird is going on here. This place feels…” She trailed off, trying to find the right word.

Her train of thought was cut off by a sudden sound of hissing, coming from the Kneazle. It jumped from her arms and stood in front of the two, fur standing on end and hissing. Something thumped upstairs, and ice spread through her veins. “What the hell is up there?” She hissed under her breath, glancing up.

[Harrison Greg]

On a list of things that Harrison Greg did not like old decaying haunted houses were almost at the very top, just after bad hair days, now they were the worst things ever! But then saying that at this very present moment in time Harrison would have rather had messed up fringe and an off centre parting then have to walk among all the dust and other substances that most likely stain his clothing. With a small sigh Harrison followed Fay through the corridors waiting for her to lead them right to the entrance of this horrid place however there seemed to be no exit and the Ravenclaw had also noticed this slight problem.

The Kneazle, Chinook, seemed to be more on edge then Harrison had ever seen a creature. Even in Care of Magical creatures and Slytherin’s were poking the poor animals with sticks they never acted like this and that really worried the Gryffindor. There was then a thump coming from the floors above them and automatically Harrison raised his gaze up to the ceiling. His heart was pounding so hard in his chest he would have been unable to hear any other noises had they occurred, it was only the occasional sprinkling of dust through the cracks of the floor boards from above them that signalled that the thing, whatever it was, was still on the move.

“I have no idea what that was.” Harrison murmured almost afraid that if he spoke to loudly it would attract the attention of the ammoniums monster. “But I want to know what it is.”

Those words even caught himself off guard, since when did Harrison Greg go looking for trouble? He would normally turn and run at the first sign of movement but today the mystery out ranked all fears of danger and dirt. For once he was being a true Gryffindor! With a small smile at Fay Harrison headed towards the stairwell and carefully and as stealthily as possible began to make his way up the stairs. With every step he took the boy knew that they were not alone in the house, the palms of his hands were sweating, his mouth was dry and so when the door to the third room on the right flew open Harrison Greg could not even let out a cry of shock.

Harrison just stood there, frozen, feet glued to the wooden floorboard as he watched a man slowly step out from the doorway. He was clinically clean, the mans top was whiter then white, the latex gloves squeaked as they tightened around the tools in his hands. The Dentist carried on walking closer to the petrified Gryffindor a cruel smile filling his face behind the mask…he was ready to strike and Harri could do nothing to stop it.

(That turned out to be rather long and rather useless…I am very sorry!)