Post by Professor O'Conner on Feb 14, 2009 15:21:33 GMT -5
It had been a long time since Ashelle had worked a late shift in the Hospital Wing. However, one look at the Potions closets failing supply of common remedies had made the decision for her. She switched off with Nurse Fuu, and returned later that night with all the needed ingredients to make quite a few batches of Pepper-up, Fever Relief and Cut Closing Potion, among other needed remedies. It was about ten o'clock, and all was quiet in the Wing - the last few patients had been sent back to their common rooms at seven. Ashelle was in the Nurses backroom, finishing her third batch if Pepper-up Potion and singing to herself.
The really have run far too low on these cures, she thought while singing the chorus of 'Thank you for the Music' by ABBA. Vicki O'Conner's kids had turned her on to 80's music and she was hooked.
"Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing Thanks for all the joy they're bringing Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty What would life be? Without a song or dance what are we? So I say thank you for the music - for giving it to me."
Once it was done Ashelle began siphoning it into doses and bottling it, still singing to keep herself company.
Most everyone spends their entire life without ever finding their purpose. Some people find it in family. Some find it in work. Some find it behind the couch.
This purpose was delivered in a dream.
The shade had been visited by a stream of visions one evening as the sun sank below the horizon. They were disjointed and incoherent. Visions of people, places, and then, finally, in the end, two images simultaneously next to each other. One showed the fall of human civilization and life. The other showed the Shade destroyed by the hands of someone who he could not see.
He only had one clue, and that was the beginning. He knew where to start, and that was with a young girl, a student of Firefox. The ethereal being did not know what to do with her, or if she was even important, but he knew she knew what he needed to know. So, he waited for her to be unguarded and alone.
The night shift at the empty hospital wing was perfect.
The door to the room slammed shut, suddenly.
"Ashelle Rainier," came a voice from the door. Slowly, a figure in the shape of the unnamed general of the Shadow Society from the war long past phased through the wood of the door, standing in all his long forgotten glory as the man who once brought terror upon the building he stood in.
"Stay calm," it commanded, "and sit still, else I may be forced to do this with violent means."
He pulled his long, ash wood wand from its holster on his hip.
Post by Professor O'Conner on Feb 14, 2009 17:22:25 GMT -5
Reflexively Ashelle pulled her wand, but quickly realized there was little she could do to a non-corporeal being. Still she quickly when over her spells in her head just to be sure.
"Leave me alone!" she yelled, brandishing her wand and backing away. "Get out of here! I have done nothing to you!" Come on brain, think of something! She urged her mind. Some spirits and demons hated light, especially fire . . . FIRE, that was it! Ashelle lowered her wand and called her element to her other hand.
"Don't come any nearer!" she warned, holding her flaming fist out before her "I can set this whole place ablaze! I'll do it too, it won't harm me!" She'd almost reached the other doorway, leading to the Nurses bathroom - it wouldn't help to go in there as far as Ashelle knew it had no passage out -secret or otherwise- except the window. She could call her broom . . . but likely she wouldn't have time, if he could just phase through doors and walls.
The door Ashelle had considered for escape snapped shut behind her. A chair zoomed out from beside a desk and slammed into the girl's legs from behind, forcing her to sit.
"Now, sit and stay," the shade began again, "so that I may take what I want and leave you. You know something, anything, that I need to know. I don't know, quite yet, what it is, but nothing, not even your little sparkler of a hand, will stop me from getting it."
Heavy chains shot from his wand as he began his approach towards Ashelle, wrapping around her ankles and wrists. She was the key, the start, the first door on his journey. He could feel the future opening before him, and it felt amazing.
Post by Professor O'Conner on Feb 14, 2009 18:11:01 GMT -5
Ashelle was good and trapped. She struggled in the chains but couldn't loosen them. Her wand was still in her hand, but she couldn't move her wrist to make a casting motion. She had been slammed so suddenly into the chair her concentration had broken and her fire had gone out. Ashelle looked at the the Shadow shaped shade with a mix of fear and hate in her eyes. She hated being in this position! To be able to do nothing but scream for help infuriated her. Still hadn't she read somewhere that along with breaking glass certain pitches could -in theory- disrupt spiritual activity?
Ashelle took a deep long breath and screamed the highest note she could reach. The glass vials she'd been using did indeed crack, spilling their contents onto the floor, thought the heavy window glass remained unaffected. Ashelle held the note as long as she could, then took another breath to try and have at it again.
As soon as she had opened her mouth for the second scream, her lips were slammed shut by a silencing charm. It was a noble try, but mostly ineffective. He had her trapped, and trapped good.
"Ms. Rainier," the shade began, now close enough to touch her, "you have something locked away in your memories, something which I require. In order to avoid you lying, I have decided this would be the best operation."
He placed his cold wand tip to her forehead. Thin strings of a silvery material began to slowly snake out of her forehead and wrap around his wand, but then they began to pour out. Soon there was a flowing river, a tidal of memories swirling out of her head and around his wand. They snaked up his arm and entered into his own head. There they seemed to split. A copy of them, red in color, swirled around his head. The silver strings traveled back down his arm and into her head.
He had what he needed. And more.
"How curious. I see images in your memories... This church... In my dream it was on fire. A book of magic... magic of the earth... Roan Aliagh... Talon Windwaltz... Hm... Selena..."
He stepped away from Ashelle, and turned to leave the room.
"We may meet again."
And then the shade disappeared, leaving her chained to the chair and silent.
Post by Talon Windwaltz on Feb 14, 2009 18:47:50 GMT -5
A few minutes passed with eerie quiet in that sanctum of health, the spell upon the red-headed nurse's voice providing a orchestral backdrop to the symphony of silence that pervaded the room. However, there was hope. The doorknob turned, and the gateway that had been slammed shut but moments before as a symbol of imprisonment opened again.
It was Talon Windwaltz, the Headmaster, dressed in his purple lightning bolt pajamas and lion slippers. Dark circles hung under his eyes and exhaustion made his face as pallid as a vampire. "Miss Rainier what are you doing," he said stepping in, "I heard noises that could wake the dead -" The Lightning Mage's eyes fell upon the sight before him, a trapped teenager struggling to get free against magical bindings that held both her limbs and tongue in place.
"Oh goodness," Talon said, removing his wand as quickly as possible and casting off her shackles. "What happened here? Is this some kind of awful prank?"
Post by Professor O'Conner on Feb 14, 2009 19:13:10 GMT -5
Ashelle sprang from the chair, rubbing her wrists and with a deep breath, tried to repeat everything she'd seen.
"One of the Shadows was here, but he was not corporeal! He walked through the door, the closed door mind, and said . . . I am so upset I have forgotten what he said but I told him to go away and I threatened him with my fire but that didn't work, he chained me to the chair so tight I couldn't move my wrist to cast a spell. When I fell I lost my concentration too, so my fire went out. I tried to scream for help hoping also to disrupt his spiritual form with my high note . . . I am sorry I broke those vials especially because it didn't work. Oh Headmaster, he used his wand to take my memories from me! They . . circled his head and half of them turned red, but then the blueish ones went back into my head . . . they all seem to be there, but I suppose I would think that either way. He said something about the BFC and Roan and you and someone else that I think I once read about in a BFC newspaper, but I'm not sure who she is in the organization." Ashelle took a breath but then gasped.
"Oh he also said something about a Book of Magic . . . of Earth! Damnit! Ow, I have a headache and we are out of Pain-Ease. As for what I was doing before all that, I was on my night shift and since no one was here and we were low on potions I was making more . . . ow." Ashelle held her head and leaned against the clean end of the counter. She waved her wand and cast a cleaning spell to get rid of the mess, then case another to fix the cracked vials.
Post by Talon Windwaltz on Feb 15, 2009 17:25:50 GMT -5
Talon tried to remain calm while Ashelle said her peace, but his face contorted every so often as he thought about all the serious information that was being given. "Alright, alright," he said, raising his hand as if to stop her from saying any further. How late was it? He had been dreaming about something nice before all this commotion had woken him up.
It seemed like the months of relative quiet were at an end.
"A Book of Earth!?" He said, his eyes opening wide. "So the Black Forest Church has one of the Zodiac books in its possession, hm? The Shadow you faced was the One without a Name, and the last time I saw him he wanted them, so this makes perfect sense." A beat in time happened, as confusion wracked his mental processes. "Wait a minute, why would that be in your memory if you've never met any of these people before? What purpose did he have with you?"
The Headmaster shook his head, "Never mind. You may return to your Common Room, Miss Rainier. I'll send someone in to cover for you tonight, and I'll send a letter down to Marina and Melia both to see if they can restock our potion supply."
Post by Professor O'Conner on Feb 15, 2009 20:00:10 GMT -5
Ashelle looked like she was about to protest, but then changed her mind. She was sure Headmaster Windwaltz knew she was quite capable of making good potions but he was correct in sending her to bed - despite the fact that she'd come out virtually unscathed, it had still been a traumatic experience. She was lucky he didn't want her to stay on the Hospital Wing for observation.
"Thank you for saving me Professor. If you need to speak to me further please don't hesitate to send for me. Goodnight."
Ashelle walked out of the back room and down to the entrance of the Wing but then paused. Did she know the way back to the Gryffindor Common room? She thought for a moment. The memory sprung readily to her mind, for which she was very grateful. Walking carefully, she returned to the tower, checking for memories as she walked.
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