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Post by Blair Carey-Ace on Sept 20, 2010 0:05:17 GMT -5
If it wasn't for the fact that their would have been early classes the following day, Blair would have not dealt with this so late at night. Apparently, the poltergeist, or a student, had done something to prevent a classroom door from opening. It didn't help that if someone did attempt, the door just backfired spells. Filch had attempted, but it was in vain and professors were too busy doing their own things that involved preparing classes. So it was all left for her to deal with.
Her fiery red hair bounced as she walked down to the dungeons. It was ominous down here, cold and quiet, she would be quickly done and leave. Blair walked through the dungeons smiling to herself. The memories she had here still stuck with her. The stories they told first years about the halls and the professors that taught down here. Of course, later she would reassure them it was all a joke when her friends were out of earshot.
Coming to the door, she paused and brought her wand up. It took many tries and she had been, to say the least, attacked by the door. Shooting back her own spells, sometimes shooting spells at her that she hadn't even cast, but after what seemed like hours she was able to get the door to open. |
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