Post by Mirabelle Miette on Jul 23, 2006 5:36:36 GMT -5
Dressed in a pale purple jumper, jeans, thick socks, trainers and a pair of lilac gloves, Mirabelle Miette made a normal journey down Ice Pass. It was cold, as usual, there were other students around, as usual, and you could smell dinner in the Hall of Snow, as usual.
But Belle walked past the Hall, heading toward a little black door at the end of the freezing corridor. The store room. And that was unusual.
Hardly any students went into that room. Heck, hardly any of the teachers did, anymore. Seen as most of the supplies were kept in the Hall of Baile, the store room was slowly getting emptied. By the end of the last year, the dusty room was almost bare, except for one thing; the Potions Master, Professor Braeden Andrews, preferred to keep his ingredients for classes separate from everyone else's. This means that some unfortunate students were sent down in the summer holidays to fetch everything back to the classroom.
Most of the ingredients had already been fetched and carried around, but Belle had passed the Potions classroom on the way back to her dormitory after dinner, and Professor Andrews had asked her to run along down to the store room to grab a jar of lizard scales.
Usually, a student would turn and run if they were asked to do such a request, but not Mirabelle. This was a chance to get some points for her house before term even started, and there was no way that she was giving up a chance like that! Anyway, Professor Andrews had told her that she might be getting company, as he wanted a few more little things to be brought up.
Mirabelle placed a hand on the dusty door knob, before turning it and opening the silent door. She closed it behind her, and let out a small gasp, shocked by the darkness. She muttered something, and light shone from her pale wand. The room was covered in wooden boxes - so much for being empty! - and there were lots of shelves lining the walls, which were littered with bottles and glass jars. She walked toward one of the shelves, scanning the items for the lizard scales. She walked along, not seeing them for several minutes, before the brightly colored jar caught her eye on the shelf above. But it was out of reach.
Belle looked around desperately for something to help her get up, and suddenly noticed a big, wooden box to her right. She dragged it over, pushing it so that it was directly underneath the shelf with the jar on it. Testing the wood, she placed one foot on it. Damn, the wood was too weak, rotted and soft... if she put both feet in the middle she'd go straight through it. Mirabelle looked around, but there were no other boxes big enough. This one it was.
She placed a foot on the corner of the box, where the wood would hold, and pushed herself up, swinging her leg over to the other corner to balance herself. Phew. The wood was strong enough.
Now that Belle was over that obstacle, she turned her attention back to the jar. Reaching out a hand, she grasped the glass item, but let out a high-pitched squeal as a spider dropped down from above and scuttled across her hand. She yanked the hand away, knocking the jar over, which rolled to the edge of the shelf and fell, smashing on the floor. Unfortunately, she also moved one foot in surprise, and the wood of the box broke with a loud crack. Belle jumped to the side, tripping as her foot nearly crashed through, and let out a scream as she hit the floor hard on her side, just missing the jagged pieces of broken glass.
Her wand landed beside her, remaining whole, and the light from it stayed on, however much it dimmed from the fall. Belle sat up slowly. Her whole side ached and throbbed with pain, but there was nothing broken. Man, that was gonna leave some bruise tomorrow... She got to her feet, moving to peek inside the box. What she saw made her let out a gasp and a small scream, hands flying to her mouth.
There, in the bottom of the box, amid many a dead, rotting rat, lay the skeleton of a hand. On one of the fingers was a ring. The sight shocked Mirabelle so bad that she sagged backward, grabbing a low shelf for support. Then the light of her wand went out. The seventeen year old girl gasped again, dropping to the floor in a panic, fumbling around for her wand.
God, dear God, why the hell was she there? She needed someone to come. Soon. Before she suffocated from the fear...
{Okay, I want at least two people to join. Either they heard the scream from the hall, or Braeden sent them along. Join already! xD}
But Belle walked past the Hall, heading toward a little black door at the end of the freezing corridor. The store room. And that was unusual.
Hardly any students went into that room. Heck, hardly any of the teachers did, anymore. Seen as most of the supplies were kept in the Hall of Baile, the store room was slowly getting emptied. By the end of the last year, the dusty room was almost bare, except for one thing; the Potions Master, Professor Braeden Andrews, preferred to keep his ingredients for classes separate from everyone else's. This means that some unfortunate students were sent down in the summer holidays to fetch everything back to the classroom.
Most of the ingredients had already been fetched and carried around, but Belle had passed the Potions classroom on the way back to her dormitory after dinner, and Professor Andrews had asked her to run along down to the store room to grab a jar of lizard scales.
Usually, a student would turn and run if they were asked to do such a request, but not Mirabelle. This was a chance to get some points for her house before term even started, and there was no way that she was giving up a chance like that! Anyway, Professor Andrews had told her that she might be getting company, as he wanted a few more little things to be brought up.
Mirabelle placed a hand on the dusty door knob, before turning it and opening the silent door. She closed it behind her, and let out a small gasp, shocked by the darkness. She muttered something, and light shone from her pale wand. The room was covered in wooden boxes - so much for being empty! - and there were lots of shelves lining the walls, which were littered with bottles and glass jars. She walked toward one of the shelves, scanning the items for the lizard scales. She walked along, not seeing them for several minutes, before the brightly colored jar caught her eye on the shelf above. But it was out of reach.
Belle looked around desperately for something to help her get up, and suddenly noticed a big, wooden box to her right. She dragged it over, pushing it so that it was directly underneath the shelf with the jar on it. Testing the wood, she placed one foot on it. Damn, the wood was too weak, rotted and soft... if she put both feet in the middle she'd go straight through it. Mirabelle looked around, but there were no other boxes big enough. This one it was.
She placed a foot on the corner of the box, where the wood would hold, and pushed herself up, swinging her leg over to the other corner to balance herself. Phew. The wood was strong enough.
Now that Belle was over that obstacle, she turned her attention back to the jar. Reaching out a hand, she grasped the glass item, but let out a high-pitched squeal as a spider dropped down from above and scuttled across her hand. She yanked the hand away, knocking the jar over, which rolled to the edge of the shelf and fell, smashing on the floor. Unfortunately, she also moved one foot in surprise, and the wood of the box broke with a loud crack. Belle jumped to the side, tripping as her foot nearly crashed through, and let out a scream as she hit the floor hard on her side, just missing the jagged pieces of broken glass.
Her wand landed beside her, remaining whole, and the light from it stayed on, however much it dimmed from the fall. Belle sat up slowly. Her whole side ached and throbbed with pain, but there was nothing broken. Man, that was gonna leave some bruise tomorrow... She got to her feet, moving to peek inside the box. What she saw made her let out a gasp and a small scream, hands flying to her mouth.
There, in the bottom of the box, amid many a dead, rotting rat, lay the skeleton of a hand. On one of the fingers was a ring. The sight shocked Mirabelle so bad that she sagged backward, grabbing a low shelf for support. Then the light of her wand went out. The seventeen year old girl gasped again, dropping to the floor in a panic, fumbling around for her wand.
God, dear God, why the hell was she there? She needed someone to come. Soon. Before she suffocated from the fear...
{Okay, I want at least two people to join. Either they heard the scream from the hall, or Braeden sent them along. Join already! xD}
