#mayhem:lockdown

[ffstedward]

As much as I appreciate the costume and I really do enjoy the view, maybe you should take my jacket before we go to bed. You might uh... get cold.

[slythcrinprince-blog]

          Against the east wall of the Great Hall, the table that had held the snacks and various party favors the night before had been cleared of the festive food and now held lunch items.  Regulus had scanned it sometime earlier,  but couldn’t dream of even touching food--his stomach churned at the idea.  Instead, he sat slumped on his cot against the opposite wall, fingers running over the chains on the blue jeans that had been part of his ghoul costume that most people hadn’t even really seen until earlier that morning.  

          His mind kept going back to Doris, who everyone had found with ‘mudblood’ carved across her forehead.  Even though he tried to rack his brain, he couldn’t remember where he was before they found her, or why he’d gone missing, according to the whispers of the students that passed him on their way to the table.  Could Voldemort have called his student Death Eaters and then wiped their memories of the whole ordeal?  And why?  Was it to protect them?   He didn’t know, and it was incredibly frustrating.

          Regulus had hardly spoken two words all day, but there were just so many people around.  Having the entire school in the same room was enough to make anyone tired, with all the continuous movement and chatter, and it was proving to be exhausting for him.  One positive note was that none of the teachers seemed to be investigating any of the students--most of them were patrolling the Hall or grouped up by the doors, talking about who-knows-what while preventing anyone from leaving.  Professor Binns had drifted by him only a few moments before, and he almost wished he were back in one of his History of Magic lectures.  At least everyone would have been quiet. 

          Amid the chaos and despite his efforts to stay quiet and out of the way, the shadow at the end of his cot was unmistakable.  Looking up after a moment, he asked, “Can I help you?”

[narcissuhblack-blog]

                                Chaos had erupted throughout the hall, accusations and slurs were    thrown callously as she searched each cot frantically. He’d stormed away hours ago, no    sight of the familiar blond since. Insecurities of her own had begun to ash up initially,    fearing she’d infuriated him by the incident witnessed with Potter. 

                      It wasn’t until two, three, four of her people went missing, did she realize. 

                                               Hate filled the eyes of each house, few snakes besides her slythering about as she hunted for answers. Panic was washed across delicate features, the costume shoes and wig long since discarded. She merely adorned a dress Marie Antoinette herself would be proud of. She tried dodging the hateful glares of those who presumed she was involved, who presumed her friends were involved. As soon as she found them, everything would be cleared up. She knew it. 

                                                                  “Please tell me you’ve seen Lucius.”