- Joined
- Jan 26, 2010
- Location
- Why do you care?
"Lumos," Melinda said shortly after Markus, so that her own wand also illuminated at the tip helping to add to the little light they had. She followed her friend and fellow Gryffindor through the dark tunnel that led underneath the school, her skin forming goose bumps as the air got cooler and cooler the further on they pressed.
Melinda smiled as she walked, hearing her own footfalls along with Markus', as they thudded against the stone beneath her. She rubbed at her arms a little, illuminated wand in hand, and took in the sights of the tunnel. It was dark, all stone and very damp. She listened to Markus explain about where they were going and about the passage in general, her blonde head bobbing in a nod as they moved on through the darkness. She made sure to note what tunnels led where, her smile broadening as her sense of adventure grew.
After a bit more walking, Melinda's blue eyes went wide and she pushed at her glasses. Markus had led her to a room. A very secret room, she had no doubt and the place belonged to none other than Professor Archer. She felt her insides flutter at how close she was to achieving her goal, or part of it anyway. Biting down on her lip, she let her wand-free hand touch the walls and then gently brush along the ingredients just beckoning for someone to use them.
"It might be how he does it," Melinda stated when Markus mentioned how Archer moved about the castle so quickly. Though that was hardly a thought that mattered to her. All she could think about was how she'd found a way she could get to him unseen by prying eyes. Even if Markus somehow found out, she felt that she could trust him with the secret. However, that would be a bridge she'd cross only if she had to. For now, it was her secret to keep.
Smiling, feeling rather accomplished, Melinda turned toward Markus who seemed ready to leave. It was then that she heard voices... Archer. She held up her hand, a gesture letting him know she wasn't quite ready to leave just yet. Swallowing hard, she moved closer to the wall in order to hear better as to what was being said. She covered her mouth, a tiny smile playing on her lips. But that smile soon faded and her brows knitted together as she turned toward Markus, her face blanching before it reddened and started to turn an odd shade of purple.
"Did I just hear things correctly?" Melinda asked out loud, though her voice was soft. Blue eyes blinking, she could feel her heart hammering hard in her chest. "Say, do you know any other passages down here? If you do, lets search them now. I'm suddenly not wanting to bother with classes today." She gave Markus a sly grin, one that said she was up to no good and up for adventure. "What do you say? You in... or are you out?"
Melinda just had to find out what other passages might lead around the dungeons. She had to find others that could get her to Archer and not just his classroom. Desperate times called for desperate measures and if he was part of a conspiracy, then she was going to call him out on it. After all, if she was going to crush on him and if he was going to give her signals, then she'd better be the only one!
Her blood boiled at the thought of conspiracy.
Melinda then crossed her arms and pursed her lips, the look on her face one of pure determination. Tapping her foot, her impatience becoming clear, she arched a brow. "Well? So you know," she said, thumping Markus on the chest. "I'm going to search, whether you come along or not."
Melinda smiled as she walked, hearing her own footfalls along with Markus', as they thudded against the stone beneath her. She rubbed at her arms a little, illuminated wand in hand, and took in the sights of the tunnel. It was dark, all stone and very damp. She listened to Markus explain about where they were going and about the passage in general, her blonde head bobbing in a nod as they moved on through the darkness. She made sure to note what tunnels led where, her smile broadening as her sense of adventure grew.
After a bit more walking, Melinda's blue eyes went wide and she pushed at her glasses. Markus had led her to a room. A very secret room, she had no doubt and the place belonged to none other than Professor Archer. She felt her insides flutter at how close she was to achieving her goal, or part of it anyway. Biting down on her lip, she let her wand-free hand touch the walls and then gently brush along the ingredients just beckoning for someone to use them.
"It might be how he does it," Melinda stated when Markus mentioned how Archer moved about the castle so quickly. Though that was hardly a thought that mattered to her. All she could think about was how she'd found a way she could get to him unseen by prying eyes. Even if Markus somehow found out, she felt that she could trust him with the secret. However, that would be a bridge she'd cross only if she had to. For now, it was her secret to keep.
Smiling, feeling rather accomplished, Melinda turned toward Markus who seemed ready to leave. It was then that she heard voices... Archer. She held up her hand, a gesture letting him know she wasn't quite ready to leave just yet. Swallowing hard, she moved closer to the wall in order to hear better as to what was being said. She covered her mouth, a tiny smile playing on her lips. But that smile soon faded and her brows knitted together as she turned toward Markus, her face blanching before it reddened and started to turn an odd shade of purple.
"Did I just hear things correctly?" Melinda asked out loud, though her voice was soft. Blue eyes blinking, she could feel her heart hammering hard in her chest. "Say, do you know any other passages down here? If you do, lets search them now. I'm suddenly not wanting to bother with classes today." She gave Markus a sly grin, one that said she was up to no good and up for adventure. "What do you say? You in... or are you out?"
Melinda just had to find out what other passages might lead around the dungeons. She had to find others that could get her to Archer and not just his classroom. Desperate times called for desperate measures and if he was part of a conspiracy, then she was going to call him out on it. After all, if she was going to crush on him and if he was going to give her signals, then she'd better be the only one!
Her blood boiled at the thought of conspiracy.
Melinda then crossed her arms and pursed her lips, the look on her face one of pure determination. Tapping her foot, her impatience becoming clear, she arched a brow. "Well? So you know," she said, thumping Markus on the chest. "I'm going to search, whether you come along or not."