chrysons:
“They don’t.” Chryson stated, shrugging lightly as he surveyed the pool table. “I think this place was a little but brighter when candles were the light source. Whatever great grandfather upgraded this place thought he had something better to do, I guess. Probably the same great grandfather that died in here and gave it that smell.” Tapping the sleek wood of the table, Chryson rifled through all the spells he had stored away somewhere deep in his brain/ “How do we move this thing?”
“That explains a lot, actually. At least a human died in yours. I’m pretty sure my family just throws dead house elves in the cellar and lets them rot and seep into the house..” Levi sighed and pulled out his wand. “Did you not pay attention during first year? Wingardium Leviosa.” As he finished the spell the pool table began to float up off the ground.















