[The Guild] A new meeting place

[Zachary Daniels]

Zachary stared at Thom with wide-eyes, before looking down into the box. He grimaced and reached inside, feeling his sleeve pile up with dust. Licking his lips in anticipation, his heart beating erratically in his chest, he peeled the parchment open slowly, glancing one last time at the Hufflepuff.

The parchment was singed and crumpled, and the handwriting was written with obvious haste.

Hogwarts was the only place I could hide it, the only place I could keep my treasure safe from those who wanted to destroy it's greatness. The powers within it can grant you your every wish and give you everything you could possibly dream of.

Treat it well, keep it safe.

Frederick Bowdlyn.

Zachary made a face, dropping the letter to the ground with obvious discomfort. There was a greedy glint in his eye, as he looked up at the book.

"It- it's obvious a Dark Art's book." He said breathlessly, the promise of having everything he wanted deluding him from the obvious danger he'd find himself in if he were to open the book.

[Henry Boggleworth]

Boggleworth loomed over the two boys and snatched the parchment before either could react, he quickly skim read holding it so they couldn't reach and remarked gravely
"this is too big for us, leave it alone, I don't mean to spoil your fun or anything, my curiousity is aroused as well, but, that thing's dangerous and believe me, I know Dark Arts items are beyond dangerous," his eyes clouded over and he said in a strained voice
"get that thing away from me, it has more power over me, I've seen more evil than you," he moved away hurriedly and tripped over the numerous boxes, sprawling onto the floor.
"Get it away, quick!" he shouted.
The Darkness from the book was seeping out and trying to take over the person who had seen or done the most evil in the room, Boggleworth's past was downright bad (ooc including murders if you didn't know, but that's a long story) but others would be affected too, dependant on the amount of evil they had witnessed in their life.
Boggleworth squirmed away from the book, but it's hold on him was growing already.

(ooc sorry couldn't resist, if anyone wants to change it just tell me and I shall, didn't quite know where it was heading)

[Thom Moen]

Thom had read the parchment over Zachary's shoulder, but had not had time to say anything before Boggleworth had appeared over their shoulder and snatched it up in a frenzy, stumbling away from the book as he shouted about evil and power. Thom made a face. 'Bog - you're not ruining this for us! Do you have any idea what this might - what are you doing?' he asked, witnessing Boggleworth dart about looking eccentric.

The Hufflepuff shook his head slowly with wide eyes before briskly picking up the book. 'This isn't a school book, mate. Can't just leave it, you know.' he said apologetically, although he was really quite enjoying refusing to give it up. It's mine now, he thought darkly with a smile.

(( Zachary and I spent many PMs trying to figure out what was going to be in the book - ideas such as an evil genie, the old owner, a Dark Arts book and a Portkey to a dark tomb came to mind. So whatever you want to happen, just let it. =P ))

[Henry Boggleworth]

Boggleworth's eyes rolled, he shivered trying to stop the control
"Thom! Run, get it away" shouted Boggleworth, he stood up unsteadily then advanced on Thom his hand outstretched for the book and his eyes gleaming,
"it's mine, give it to me," he whispered his voice full of venom.

(ooc well I'll just go with this for now then)

[Thom Moen]

Thom could truly not understand why Boggleworth had come over so irate and fearful. He himself felt perfectly fine, if not a little achieved for finding some a rarity that would undoubtedly be worth a fortune to Count Moofoo, a regular ex-Death Eater at the Hogshead.

A look of furious disbelief crossed Thom's face as Boggleworth stormed towards him with as trembling out stretched arm, his eyes glistening with greed. 'No!' he said sternly, holding it out of Boggleworth's reach. 'I don't care if you're head boy - you always ruin anything fun that happens! No - you're not taking this!' Thom turned and scurried away as Boggleworth's fingers managed to caress the black cover.

It was then that Thom noticed what had fallen off the cupboard shelves in his hurry to return to the open box...

A small stone basin on a pedestal lay on it's side on the floor, a large crack down the edge of the stone. It looked as though it could sit on a desktop without being overly intrusive, and that the basin of it was quite shallow. 'A pensieve?' he mumbled to himself, frowning.

[Henry Boggleworth]

Boggleworth strove against the force that was pullling him towards the book, he took a tentative step backwards trying with little hope to stop the evil, then he dived for the book crashing into Thom and fighting ferociously for it, he wanted the book, he needed it, his very life depended upon having the book, no matter what the cost...

[Thom Moen]

Thom screamed a little too loudly for his own liking as Boggleworth set upon him, his fingernails sharp against Thom's hands as he clawed and scratched at his fingers, trying will all his might to obtain the book. This book IS cursed! Thom thought as he kicked at Boggleworth, head butting him a few times. It's got Bog!

Wrenching his wand from under his side, Thom aimed it at Boggleworth's face. Levicorpus! he thought vehemently, and gasped in relief as Boggleworth was quickly flipped into the air. As an after thought he quickly added, 'Accio Boggleworth's wand!'

The wand flew into the same hand that held his own wand. 'I'm sorry, mate.' Thom wheezed sympathetically, feeling most awful that he had had to restrain one of his best friends. 'But you're a bit mental.'

[Henry Boggleworth]

Boggleworth writhed in the air, or tried to but then suddenly the darkness left him, the will of the book must have been trying to enslave another. He felt fine again and wondered why the hell he was in mid-air.
"Thom let me down quick, the book's going for another person, we need to get rid of it quick," He said in his normal voice hoping Thom wouldn't think him still ensnared.
Try as he might he couldn't move
"I'll take my wand if you don't give it me, quick," he said hurriedly, "it might go for you,"

[Thom Moen]

Thom took a few cautious steps back, holding both the wands to aim at Boggleworth. 'There is nothing wrong with this book, Bog - a little expensive, yes - but not evil! You're just trying to get it off me, I know you are.' He said, although he was quite suspicious of the black volume now.

He looked at it, sitting under his arm dolefully, the gold edged pages glistening at him encouragingly. Ignore him, it said. He's mad. Read me.

Thom smiled at it for a moment before snapping back to his senses. 'Er - it... it... it's MINE!' he growled loudly, and without thinking he fired a jet of green light at Boggleworth's chest throwing him from the air into some crates opposite.

[Henry Boggleworth]

Boggleworth crashed into a precarious pile of crates with some considerable force, breaking a number of them he met the cold hard flagstones beneath and the air rushed out his lungs, leaving him winded and sore. He lay for a few seconds bewildered then pushed the crates away and tried to scramble to his feet, pain shot through his back, his landing had been heavy and awkward.
He fell back onto the crates, but he needed his wand, he couldn't face Thom without it, let alone the evil as well. He had no time to think either, looking around he spied a hilt peaking out of a box. He grasped it and withdrew a wicked knife from it's jeweled scabbard, this will do he thought not thinking of the beauty of the weapon he now possessed. Thom was thankfully busy glaring around at the other Guild members, he must have thought Boggleworth was out of the action, which really he was.
He tried to stand but fell to his knees, he had never thrown a knife before but whether it was by some pure luck or maybe he had been a knife thrower in a past lifetime, whatever the blade flew true directly towards Thom.
Pain seared through Boggleworth and he fell back onto the crates, their jagged broken edges scrapping his arms and legs drawing a little blood.

[Thom Moen]

Thom turned frantically on the spot, the two wands pointing hazardously at the other Guild members. 'Stay where you are, you bunch of blood thirsty thieves!' he said shakily. 'The books mine, you hear?'

It was that that a searing paid shot across the back of his wand hand. He dropped both the wands in shock, and clutched his left hand to his stomach as he left out a half cry that turned unevenly to a groan. 'Who?' he demanded quickly. Boggleworth, said the book. He wants to hurt me.

A knife clattered to the ground next to Thom.

The Hufflepuff quickly retrieved his own wand and tossed it about in his hand for a moment, trying to find the right angle to grip it. He then pointed it directly at Boggleworth's heart. Here's a spell, the book said before seemingly jumping from Thom's hand and landing open on the dusty stone floor. The words at the top of the yellowing page was "Serpattir", and below was a detailed description of the curse, as well as a hideous picture of its effect.

Thom looked from the book to Boggleworth, drawn between his need to listen to the book and stopping Boggleworth from taking it from him...

[Henry Boggleworth]

Boggleworth looked at Thom wondering what on earth he was up to, he called "sorry mate, don't listen to that bloody book though, whose your friend me...or that thing eh?" He gave a weak smile and held himself ready to dart away no matter waht the pain it would cause him.
"stay away from him guys" he shouted to the other Guild members putting there safety before his own. He stumbled to his feet, shoving the pain into a dark corner of his mind, this is gaonna hurt in the morning he thought bitterly.
"Don't do anything stupid Thom," he cautioned full of icy calm on the outside, inside he was worried to death
the book's gonna take him
yep, you'd better get the hell out who only recently seemed to surface when Boggleworth was in dire peril, therefore Boggleworth didn't muchlike Henry's voice as it heralded trouble, but it was oddly comforting at the same time...

[Thom Moen]

Thom narrowed his eyes slowly at Boggleworth. 'Tell them to stay back, will you? I'm not the dangerous one, you book thieving knave!' Thom honed the wand's tip so that he stayed still upon Boggleworth's heart. 'You always did stand in the way of good things like this! SEPATTIR!' He boomed.

There was a frightening noise of voices, echoing and distant and eerie. They were like the screams of ghosts. The room had grown so cold that breath flowed white from nose and mouth. It was then that he saw the flagstones on the floor moving and shifting, breaking up from their even squares to reveal dirt under then - and rotting grey hands caked in mud...

[Henry Boggleworth]

Boggleworth gaped at the hands erupting from the floor, terror awoke in his heart. But he knew what he must do, reach Thom and quickly. He jumped over some rotting fingers trying to grasp him and rushed towards Thom weaving in and out of the hands and stopping Thom from getting a clear shot at him too, or so he hoped.
Fear was encroaching on him, but he kept moving the short distance across and lunged at Thom hoping to knock the book away...


but a hand clutched his ankle before he made it there and Boggleworth crashed to the floor in a dazed heap.

[Zachary Daniels]

Zachary had watched them, his own greed threatening to take the book for himself, when he saw that there were knives involved. He'd never risk his own neck for a Dark Arts item, no matter how intriguing, and watched the fight with wide-eyes.

It wasn't until grimy hands broke out from underneath him, that he finally broke from his stupor. Letting out a terrified yell, he scrambled away, backing himself against the walls and noticing with relief that they weren't going after him, but Boggleworth.

Holding up his wand, he licked his lips and cried, "Accio Bowdlyn's book."

He waited for the book to come to him, his fingers trembling. It was obvious if the idiot Hufflepuff had posession of it any longer, they'd all be dead in a matter of minutes.[/color]