[Library] For Reason’s Unknown

[Dean Hogarth]

A small frown tugged at the brow of Dean Hogarth as he slowly walked down one of the many long corridors of Hogwarts. Flurry’s of snow fluttered though the open windows as the cold December weather tried to ruin the warmth of the inside world. Unlike the majority of his fellow, fun loving Hufflepuff house mates Dean was not a big fan of snow. He took the very boring approach of thinking that it was just frozen rain, and rain was no fun so why should frozen rain be any better? It was then, as this thought was passing through his mind a rather large, magically propelled snowball hit him right in the face!

The shock was almost as bad as the cold, he could feel his skin tingling as the ice melted and it was only made worse when this incredibly cold water started to drip from his chin and down under his shirt collar. There were so many words he wanted to shout at the thuggish Slytherin’s who were now crying with laughter at the far side of the corridor, but alas Dean was not one of those kind of people, in fact a fowl word had never passed through his lips and as a result he gave the snakes an ice cold look before continuing to trudge down the corridor trying to ignore the giggles and whispered voice that seemed to surrounded him as he walked past.

Dean kept his head down, in fact he kept it down so much trying to be swallowed up by the ground underneath him that the Hufflepuff did not pay the slightest bit of attention to where he was walking about before you could say Quidditch. In fact he only realised he had got himself lost when he walked into something rather hard. No it was not a wall; it was a rather tall looking wardrobe. The frown that creased the young boy’s forehead got even bigger as he stared at the strange runes that were carved into the wood of the door. It was then he noticed the silver handle shinning in the afternoon sun light, almost as if tempting him to touch it…to turn it and step inside…

Suddenly there was a noise behind him!

It was only then his mind turned from automatic to manual and he realised his hand was just about to touch the knob of the wardrobe. The colour drained from his face as he realised what he was about to do and nervously looked over his shoulder to see who…or what had made the noise.

[Finn Cooper]

Cold was not even comprehendable to how absolutely bitterly refridgerated Finn felt. He had forgotten his jacket and he didn't even realise there was a blanket of snow outside until he reached and passed the courtyard, falling flakes constantly adding to the depth of the pure crunching snow. He had been walking around for a while now, probably the most exercise he'd gotten in a while, simply trying to keep as warm as possible.

He was looking for one scrap of parchment that he had dropped the day before inbetween classes, a slytherin had forged his handwriting and written a note to another boy in Slytherin saying that Finn was declaring his undying love for him. Finn was not amused because he was almost beaten up, if it wasn't for Headmaster Hubbles rounding the corner at the best timed moment of Finn's life. He could not of been more happy at that exact moment in time.

Hopping down a small set of stairs towards another narrowed off corridor, he heard vigarous laughing, and the sound of somebody acting as if they were about to throw up they were laughing so hard. This made Finn laugh slightly...until he saw it was Slytherins throwing snowballs at another Hufflepuff. Finn stopped dead in his tracks as he seemed to view him getting hit smack right in the side of the face with a snowball, cringing at the impact. Looking back at the Slytherins all falling over each other laughing, he frowned at them before turning into his Saint Bernard form and bounding through the archway in the wall and barking deeply at them, sending a couple of them running. He barked a laugh before bounding off slowly back towards where the boy was, and following the corridor. The snow between his paws didn't affect him and he found he was already ten times warmer than before.
Hm, didn't think of this before.
Boy, am I glad i'm a fluffy saint bernard and not a Sphinx cat!

He rounded another corner and there was an even narrower corridor now, he was definately sure that he'd never been here before, and he watched as the boy neared a strange looking cabinet or wardrobe. Finn tilted his head and turned back into human form before walking to him and coughing to let him know of his arrival.
"Um, are you alright? That looked like it hurt"

[Dean Hogarth]

When Dean turned around to look over his shoulder he has been expecting to see a teacher standing before him wanting a full explanation as to why he was trying to get into that wardrobe or why was he in this secluded part of the castle. In fact he had been so worried about this that his heart was beating irrationally fast and this really did not help the sick feeling in his stomach. However his panic was short lived as he saw that standing before him was a fellow Hufflepuff who had a sprinkling of snow in his hair. Now his shock had passed of being disturbed he suddenly remember the whole fiasco with the door handle of that wardrobe…and it seemed that Finn had not missed his little pale face and nervous disposition…but then saying that Dean always had a nervous disposition.

“I…erm…I…e-everything is f-fine.” His annoying little nervous stutter had managed to find his way back and his eyes fell upon the strange wardrobe once more. The carved in runes seemed to glow for a second and Dean was drawn to it once more, like he was being sucked into a whirlpool and all rational sense was being thrown away. His hand was slowly reaching out towards the silver handle once more and without even knowing it he was licking his lips, almost as if the anticipation of finding out what was behind the wooden door was too much. This was not like Dean at all!

He could feel the cold of the metal handle in his hand and it gave the Hufflepuff a slight shock when he realised once more what he was doing…but this time he could not take his hand from the knob, it remained firmly in place.

With wide eyes the Hufflepuff looked around scared, he gave his hand a tug but he could not remove it, it was like someone had put superglue on his hand and it was now stuck…stuck hard. Swallowing hard Dean turned to look at Finn with pleading eyes. “H-help me, p-please help me. My hand w-won’t come off!”

[Finn Cooper]

As soon as Finn had changed back from dog to human again, the fur receeding back into his skin, he wasn't warm and cozy anymore. He had gone back to freezing within seconds. Instead of out here in the snow and cold he thought longingly about a nice warm fire and a blanket, the heat creating a shield of almost suffocating warmth in the common room as he dozed on the sofa lazily. That would have to wait though, although some cake sounded good at this moment in time too...

Finn noticed Dean's eyes flick to his hair and he instantly shook it and batted away the small patch of snow that was left from his ventures of being a St Bernard. He gave a small smile and shrugged before plunging his almost turned icicle fingers into his jean pockets.
"It's better than fleas." he remarked before watching Dean's hand clamp around the handle of the wardrobe, and his eyes widened as he looked either side of it for any signs of bad magic, or holes in the wall for something to pull them through.
"Whoah, Dean...what are you doing? Do you even know what that is?" he asked, crumpling up his nose in confusion.

It was then that Dean seemed to panic, and in his panic, Finn jumped slightly, pulling his hands out of his pockets, just in case. He looked from the wardrobe to Dean and back again, before looking at Dean one last time and grabbing his other wrist to pull him away from it.
"What in merlin's bea-whoaaa!" he shouted as the corridor around them seemed to fade away and they were in a swirling vortex of bright light before crashing down onto something hard. The sheer force of it, blowing their bodies around like littering autumn leaves. Finn landed awkwardly and his shoulderblade smacked into the concrete slabs with a dull thud.

He lay there, rolling and cradling his arm slightly, sucking air through his teeth before it expired and he groaned a long 'oww'.
He managed to open his eyes to be confronted with a bright white sky which almost blinded him and he instinctively thrust his arm up to shield his eyes, only to shout in pain as he used his injured one. He sighed for a moment, letting his eyes adjust to the new light before sitting up with some difficulty and seeing Dean some few metres away.
"Dean, are you alright?" he cringed, pulling himself up, arm cradled to his ribs.
"What the heck was that thing? And where in a hairy troll's back are we?!" he said, his voice quivering slightly in panic.

[Dean Hogarth]

That was it, in the blink of an eye everything changed and before Dean could work out what had been going on he saw a flash of light and then it felt like he was being squeezed through a tight tube and then BAM!! He hit something hard, cold and hard and as a shiver ran through him all Dean could think about was the blinding pain of his nose. His eyes started to water and as he gingerly raised his hands to his nose he could see the crimson blood seep onto his hands. In a situation like this a normal teenager would most likely list off a string of expletives, but not Dean, he just whimpered like an injured puppy. He felt a little light headed and his ears started to go a little muzzy and the shouted words of concern from Finn sounded like a small bumblebee buzzing around his ears.

It was only when the small flakes of frozen rain started to land on his face that he slowly started to come to terms with what on earth was going on. His mouth dropt open in an attempt to help him breathe and the cold air rushed into his lungs and he blinked out the tears and looked around, with his hands still pressed against his face…

“Ow ma...”

He suddenly started to get even lighter headed and Dean was truly not sure if it had anything to do with the blood still gushing from his nose or the height that he now found himself at. They were on the roof of the castle with no sign of being able to get down. This was Dean’s worst nightmare coming true!

Suddenly he realised that he really could do with a bit of friendly support and in a blind panic he quickly scrambled over to where Finn was lying to make sure his fellow Hufflepuff was okay, but as soon as he got there he could see the pain in the older boys face as he held onto his shoulder. It seemed then that the true Hufflepuff came out in Dean then (and this was a very rare thing) but at the sight of a friend…well an acquaintance he felt the urge to help them out and as a result he desperately searched his inner robe pocket for his wand.

Finally after what felt like far to much effort he wrapped his blood covered hand around his wand and pulled it out ready to perform some magic…the problem was he could not remember what spells he needed. The throbbing pain from his nose had pushed almost every other thought out of it and he was pretty sure he could not even remember the spell to create a light at the end of his wand….Lumos! So what was the broken bone one… ‘erm…it’s a bouncy word.’ He thought to himself ‘dum de dum’

“Episkey!” He suddenly remembered as pointed his wand at his nose. He felt the whole thing click back into place, and although Dean was not one to care about appearances he did wonder if his nose would be straight again…maybe a trip to the Hospital wing will be needed…if they ever get down. “Do you need anything?” He finally asked Finn as he remembered that his fellow Hufflepuff was also injured.

[Finn Cooper]

Episkey!

As soon as he heard those words, he cringed and awaited a teeth clenching stent of pain to spread throughout his body of his shoulder being repaired. His eyes clenched tight and he thought he was going to black out if the pain was unbearable. But nothing. Phew.

His eyes opened, and all he could see were red and white dots blurring his vision. He blinked a few times in aid of ridding them. It was then he realised Dean had fixed his nose. A crimson stream decorated his top lip and his nostrils and splatters of it had dripped heavily onto the white of the snow, creating a blemish in it's perfect canvas and decorating it with colour.
"Christ, Dean. We need to get you cleaned up." he demanded, looking over the edge of the roof before looking back at Dean, who by now was looking as white as the snow.

He raised his eyebrows, his forehead wrinkling as Dean asked if he needed anything.
"Well if you could conjure up a few biscuits and a steak or two that would be brilliant" he smiled lightly, his voice suddenly becoming in it's thick Irish accent.

Finn rushed to Dean's side, urging him to sit down for a moment until he at least got some colour in his cheeks or his eyes stopped rolling around in his head.
How do we get down from here? He thought to himself, looking around and seeing nothing of use. No exits, no doors....
He pushed himself along the wall, desperately fingering the brickwork in search for a secret entrance, to no avail.

"Oh, Jesus!" He shouted, thrusting his arms downwards in panic and awakening the pain in his shoulder once again, making him squeal slightly in agony. He looked over to Dean once again.
"I'm fine....but we're pretty much stuck up here....unless!" he trailed off his words as he now clambered to his hands and knees and started putting pressure on different sections of the floor, occasionally stopping to sweep away the thick snow with a hand, looking for a weak spot or a patch where a hatch might be. He huffed and stood up defeated.
"Nope. We're stuck. Just brilliant"

He sighed and sat down on one of the short pillars that adorned the edge of the rooftop and sat in silence for a moment, pondering their opportunities.
"Do you even know what that thing was? I think I almost wet myself when you touched it"

[Dean Hogarth]

As you could probably guess, Dean was not the most daring of Hufflepuff’s and he had a long list of what he would call, rational fears that meant that even walking down the corridor had its slight jumpy moments. So now, being outside in the snow, nose filling with now drying blood and being very, very, very high up did the poor Hufflepuff no favours what’s so ever! Swallowing back the bile that was rising up his throat Dean tried to focus on the sound of Finn’s voice as he muttered about getting himself cleaned up. Running his hand over his face Dean could feel the slowly drying blood crusting over on his top lip and it breaking off onto his hand. It most likely looked worst then it felt and so Dean merely tried to smile and ignore the fact they were high up…that was the main factor from draining the colour from his cheeks and Finn seemed to notice this and urged for Dean to sit down for a bit.

In all honestly Dean was happy he did not have to act all brave anymore now Finn was taking control of the situation. There was only enough room for one Hufflepuff to act all brave at a time and it was Finn’s turn now. “I really don’t like heights.” Dean muttered as if trying to give a reason for his strange behaviour, although he was not sure Finn could hear him as he was running his hand over a brick wall clearly looking for an exit. Dean had a feeling it would not come to anything and he was right when a much begrudged looking Finn walked towards him muttering to himself. It was then he asked Dean a question that he had no response to…or at least not a coherent one.

“N-no idea. It w-was p-pulling me to it and I…I j-just touched it and my hand got st-stuck and then we where here.” His face was very forlorn as he could not believe the trouble he had got them into and dragging poor Finn along as well. No one would ever know they are up here! “Th-there were like runes on the d-door. They shone all silver.”

The castle was known to have creepy magic hidden away in it but that, well that was not really hidden away it was more ‘come and have a go with this bit of Dark Magic kids!’ Maybe Hubbles had put it there on purpose to teach them a lesson not to touch things? He would not put it past the Headmaster, he was a very strange man. “H-How are we going to g-get d-down?”

[Finn Cooper]

Finn frantically searched his brain for an answer on how the hell they could get out of this mess. He doubted anyone would be able to hear them all the way up here, and he wasn't a Ravenclaw so the opportunity to think up a better solution was lost on him. Hufflepuff's were not Einsteins, that was a fact. He looked back at Dean for a moment and saw the utter horror on his face. Dean would be useless right now to try and think up anything either.

"I don't know how we're going to get down, Dean....stay close to the ground, don't stand up if your scared. Trust me" he added, peering over the edge and feeling bile creep up his throat. Oh god, oh god. He stood in silence for a minute, simply observing around him to try and find anything to help, but it was useless. He peered over the edge again and his vision swayed before him.
"Err....alright then. I guess the only thing I can do is try and climb down?" he asked Dean.
"It's times like this I wish I was an Animagus with wings instead of a big clumsy dog" he sighed, rubbing his hands together and bending his knees readying himself to shuffle down a drain pipe,