Gryffindor Scavenger Hunt Gryffindors

"What did you say? The Professors'- hey!" Scott interrupted himself and shot his head up in the dark with excitement, hitting it against the wooden boards with no care in the world. Crawling out from under the tablecloth again, between two chairs, he held a long, dark broomstick before him as he did so. "This was just laying here! Well, I guess that's the point of this game... I like this game!"

He took to stand and examined his find. Scott didn't exactly fly, and he didn't play quidditch, but with this in his hands the practice seemed almost irresistible. He almost felt he could understand his brothers, now... A broom came with its own magic.

Suddenly, he looked to his friend again. Alan's eyes were going yellow, and as Scott (as usual) leaned in to examine them in awe, he felt something bump agains his chest. Alan was carrying a bottle.

"Did you find this?! Where? What is it? Oh... Hah! You know, I found one of those at home, and Ben told me that if I ratted on him then he'd kill me. Is that a real one? You should taste it and see. No wait! You should not do that. No..."

Scott eyed their Head of House cautiously. What a strange thing to find lying around. Then again, a broomstick might've been even more out of place than that.

"Anyhow. What was it you were saying? Yes! Yes, let's look over at the Professor's table. You know, I could test my luck and go diving under there, as well. Even if there's nothing hidden, there were tons of caramels dropped under the Slytherin table..." He smiled and popped one in his mouth, offering another to his friend. "They were still in their wrappers, Alan, I'm not an animal!"

Scott jumped up and heaved his new broomstick over his shoulder, like a baseball player with his bat, and skipped towards the end of the Great Hall. There, there were no chairs to be pushed aside in order to slip in under the tablecloth- which he did with a whistle, and began to crawl on all fours like a kid bored with dinner.

Curiously Alan stared at the bottle in his hands that had been hidden beneath the tablecloth. It was sealed and had written Firewhiskey on it and it looked surprisingly real that Alan could have been fooled. But they would not hide a real bottle there, right? It must be a new fun article from the Weasley shop. He looked up from the bottle in his hand when he discovered Scott crawling out from under the table, a broom in his hand. A real broom? Then again the other girl found one as well so which made him grin widely.

He knew that Scott wasn't a flyer but he was curious and open to try new stuff, so Alan wouldn't be surprised if he know would take an interest in the sport. ”Th-they would never hide a real one here, so it must be a pretty good imitation!”, he voiced out his earlier thoughts, taking a last look at the bottle, before slipping it into the pocket of his robes. ”But that broom is amazing, that must be expensive and will you start practicing flying?”, Alan asked curiously, he was fine with talking to Scott and wouldn't stutter as much. He was his friend, so Alan had no worries.

Alan chuckled lightly at Scott and shook his head, taking one of the caramels before opening the wrapper. Food was food and he wasn't going to let a good caramel bonbon get to waste like that. Alan would follow Scott towards the end of the Great hall towards the Professor table, which felt kind of odd and unusual. But the only professor here was Sorrel and said they could search wherever. His gaze fell onto a huge potted plant that stood in one of the corners, with big green leaves. Not paying this any second thoughts he would approach the potted plant, which looked rather Muggle-ish and lifted one of the big green leaves to look at the soil beneath it. If it was an event by Sorrel she probably hid something between plants.

Lallie had been hearing amongst the common room of a scavenger hunt taking place in the Great Hall and that it was Gryffindor exclusive. Lallie wanted to double check since she didn't want to get out of the homey common room for no reason. Checking the bulletin board the rumors turned to be true! 'This seems fun!' Lallie thought. She rushed into the dorm to change.

Since the notice up on the board said there was a ball she debated what to wear. She didn't want to wear a t-shirt and jeans to a ball, but she also didn't want to scavenge for things in a dress. She decided to go with a semi-formal get-up. Instead of wearing her go-to Converse she switched them out for some black flats. Knowing it was Gryffindor exclusive she decided to put on a simple gold blouse with a pair of red skinny jeans to match the colors of Gryffindor. She finished off the look with a red headband.

Following the crowd of Gryffindors, she got into the Great Hall and looked at it in awe. The place looked like she stepped into some sort of Gryffindor twilight zone. The abundance of the colors red and gold made the entire place seem so grand yet cozy at the same time.

Sitting next to some other first-year Gryffindors she noticed the little lion plush that started walking around near her before plopping down. It looked like either the most realistic plush in the world or if a lion had been zapped with a shrink-ray and then trapped in an invisible box. She wondered if they did the same thing with the other house's mascots when they had house exclusive events. She looked up at the podium where the Head of Gryffindor stood. 'Wow!' Lallie thought, 'She looks so pretty in that get up.' Lallie has always been fond of eccentric outfits and the red and gold on her dress definitely complimented Miss Wright perfectly.

Lallie listened intently to the Head of Gryffindor's words. She understood how hard it was to speak publicly. She only felt comfortable with people watching her when she was on stage performing. Both because she couldn't see the people watching her thanks to the stage lights, and she always felt like a different person on stage.

After Miss Wright sent off all the kids the room started rushing about with kids swarming trying to grab stuff. Lallie, being on the smaller side, was able to squeeze her way through all the kids running about. She could see several kids crawling under the tables and looking over at the side she saw kids looking in and behind the paintings. Looking over at the professor's table she noticed a couple of people were looking there, but mostly looking under the table. Propped up on the table though she saw several vases full of flowers. 'That seems like a good place to hide something.' Lallie thought. Walking over to the middle of the professor's table Lallie shifts through the flowers and dirt in the vase trying to see if her hand touches anything but flowers or dirt, making sure not to ruin any of the flowers.

[quote]As Marla excitingly ripped apart the spot where she was looking, she was unfortunate to find pretty much nothing under the cushion of the chair. Except for a few scraps of... Something ham-like and veggies as well. Ew. How did food scraps even get under a cushion? Weird.

A few people were more fortunate, like Scott Alexander, a boy she had met at the quidditch field around two months ago. She widened her eyes as she spotted him pulling a long stick... No, a broom from the spot he had looked!
"Well done, Scott!" She yelled from across the room with a smile and a wave. He was next to someone who looked a bit familiar, but she couldn't exactly pin who it was.

Even though it sucked that she found nothing the second time around, Marla was determined to find something else grand by the end of the night. It wouldn't upset her if she didn't find anything else cool... She found a broom, for God's sake! That was one of the coolest things you could get! But it would be nice if she could get a knick knack of some sort... So she scanned the grand room with her eyes squinted for extra detective-y effect... As if seeming like one of those cool Sherlock Holmes people would help. Maybe it would? Probably not. But she stayed positive. And hopefully that would come in hand, because she could almost see something behind a painting... So she walked over to the painting on the right side of the hall, taking it off of the wall. Was that allowed? Well... Then again, rules couldn't be broken if you don't know what they are.

Something was happening?! Exciting. Galton enjoyed doing things in general, and any chance to meet other house mates was an added bonus. Plus it meant he didn’t have to come up with his own adventure today.

The Great Hall looked rather amazing today. It was normally very pretty, but adorned in all red it was even prettier. The little lions really pushed it over the edge. He wanted to play with them but it seemed that there were other things planned for them today - a scavenger hunt! Galton was sure he’d be able to find a ton of stuff!

His house mates appeared to already be hard at work searching so he needed to get to it right away. Where to start? He saw kids all over the place, so he assumed the whole room was fair game.

Galton turned his focus to finding his prize. The plants seemed to have been searched, a lot of ground had been covered it seemed. Think Galton, think! he thought to himself. Then he had it, he’d use his tiny size to his advantage. He found the rightmost long table and crawled under it. Searching under the table for any secret left behind. He thought about the dirt he’d probably collect under here, but it was gonna be worth it. He bet that no one had thought of what he was doing right now.

Round 3 Results

@Meenauh Silmatautea | Roll Result | 5

Meenauh would search in a small hole in the cut logs, so small that her fingers could barely fit through. However, fumbling around, her fingers would not contact with anything but wood and dust. It took quite some effort to get her fingers out of the hole.

@Lamik Fillestar | Roll Result | 11

Lamik would duck under one of the benches in search of a lion plushie. After barely a minute of searching, a red Lion Plushie would come into view. Upon lifting the Plushie, he would find a pretty Pink Tea cup, a red ribbon was tied in a bow around the handle.

@Raine Sage | Roll Result | 15

A daring Scavenger hunter, this one. She would cast the Levitation Charm on herself and float upwards like a feather towards the chandeliers. Her head would bump on the massive rim, thankfully, her hair had not caught fire from on of the many candles. Raine would find a quill, one of the fancier ones, a Peacock Feather. Now the only problem was find a way to get down safely.

@Scott Alexander | Roll Result | 15

Scott would duck under the professors table in search for another gift. Barely a minute of crawling under the table, something bright pink fluff ball would catch his eye that had an uncanny resemblance to a Pygmy Puff. However, upon contact the soft object would remain still. Scott would realise that it was in fact a Pygmy Puff... Slipper. Not far away laid the second sole. If the twelve year old were to try it on, it would be a size or two too big and could possibly last for a few years more.

@Alan Vanes | Roll Result | 5

This time round, instead of following Scott, the other Gryffindor would search around the plants hoping that the ex-herbology professor might have hidden something there. However, it had been Aurelia who hid the gifts not the plant-loving Head of House who might have hidden the gifts in every one of the potted plants if she had done it herself. So Alan would not find anything in this pot but dead leaves on the moist soil.

@Lallie Luna | Roll Result | 18

Lallie, like her senior, Scott, would head over to the Professors table. Instead of crawling under, she would crawl on the table towards the large vase. Her finger would fumble inside the vase and touch something soiled. If she were to pull in out, she would find that it was a wet piece of Fake Permission Form.

@Marla Quinlan | Roll Result | 12

Marla would remove a painting off the wall, it wasn’t a large one. In the wall was a large hole, possibly one made by a bludger. Perhaps the painting was intended to hide it. In the hole Marla would find a simple wooden box. She would open it to find a Gobstone Set.

@Galton Lansdale | Roll Result | 18

A determined Galton would crawl under the Ravenclaw table in search of a gift. He would find a yellowing slip of paper on the ground and if she were to look closely, the girl would find that it was a Fake Permission Slip. Was this one of the gifts? Or had someone dropped it. Nevertheless, finders keepers.

Gifts would be given out shortly. Please owl me if you have not received your gifts. This hunt is still open to ALL Gryffindors. Only one more round to go! I strongly encourage you to participate as there are tons of freebies going to be given away! Ask as many of your Gryffindor friends over, the more the merrier. @Marla Quinlan, @Scott Alexander, @Galton Lansdale, @Lallie Luna,
@Euphrasia Millie, D18s will be used for you instead for your proceeding searches as you have already gotten one of the bigger prizes. Btw, all rolls are done on discord in case you are wondering. Next Modding will be on Friday.

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One by one, the students of her house would find the gifts she had hidden. Aurelia would watch carefully ensuring that no one got hurt. It wasn’t until one of the Gryffindros pulled a spell on herself and went floating upwards did Aurelia react. “Godverdomme,” She curse under her breath in Dutch as she sprinted towards where the girl was up above in the air.

Wingadium Leviosa, a spell that was only temporary. It was a matter of time before the spell worn off. The last thing Aurelia expected was for someone to fall to their deaths during a simply game of Scavenger Hunt. She would have Sorrel to answer to if that happened. “Finite Incantem,” The second year said and with the wave of her wand, light from the spell shot up towards the girl and she began to float downwards like a reverse of how she did upwards. Aurelia caught the girl in her arms in a bridal way.

Scott laughed a little, when Alan insisted on the bottle being fake. Not at his friend, definitely not- but if there were two things you learned from being Benedict Jones' little brother (which Scott just so happened to be) then they were these: exactly how much rule-breaking upperclassmen actually got up to, and every Zonko's joke article available in Great Britain. The shop didn't sell fake firewhiskey, because if they did then Scott would've heard about it- and been subjected to a concerning prank years ago.

"Practice schmactice..." He said nonchalantly to Alan from under the table, when his friend asked him if he planned on using his newfound broom to train. "I already like to fly. Don't need to do flips or anything..."

He crawled clumsily and fumbled before him with his eyes closed. He didn't actually know why he didn't keep them open, but barely any light would break through the thick cloth anyway and it added to the cave-exploring experience. Suddenly, one of his hands grazed over something very soft. At first he pulled it away as if by instinct, waiting for somebody's pet rat to squeal, but when his other hand fell on to the second slipper he realised he'd found another prize.

"Alan!" He shot up again, tumbling out from under the table as his hands were too full to support him. "Look what I found! They're pink and... oh my God Alan they have eyes. Should I wear these to the ball, do you think? It'd do wonders for my macho image. They're too big, though, I think..." Scott laughed, and stood again. What with his broom over his shoulder (the brush now by his waist), and with the two Pygmy Puff Slippers hanging off the end, he looked like he was going off on the strangest adventure...

"Where to, now?"

Many of their housemates had found a bunch of prizes of their own, and Scott wondered how many there were actually left... he studied the hall's architecture. People had already searched walls, portraits, floors and even the chandelier! Looking that way, Scott congratulated Aurelia in his mind with a snicker, for the great catch. But maybe flying wasn't the worst idea, so long as you had a safe way of doing it. And Scott did, after all, trust his abilities with the broom.

"Might as well try it out, now... Hey, Alan! I'll take a closer look at these friezes on the walls. They're deep enough to have something hidden there... and if not, well, how many chances do you get flying around the Great Hall?!" He laughed, and gestured to his friend. "Do you want to come on with? You can sit behind me, and- okay, okay! I'm not forcing you. No need to start hyperventilating."

Scott placed his new slippers on the Professor's Table, gave a smile to his friend who would very much like to stay on the floor, and mounted his broom without any further discussion. Kicking off into the air, and gripping the shaft tightly with two hands, he grazed around the room and along the stone and panel walls. He searched the frienzes and picture rails carefully, avoiding the candles near his hair. This was quite the broom.

Alan smiled. So Scott did like to fly, this gift was perfect for him them. Alan once passed by the window from the Quidditch Store and saw how expensive these brooms could be. Some even were a few hundreds of galleons, making Alan wondered how people carried so many galleons around. Muggles had this invention of paper money, but that was also weird. What kind of value did paper have? He could easily scribble any kind of number on a paper and technically it would have the same value or something like that. But galleons were actual value, had some gold in them.

”Do that-”, Alan laughed, or chuckled lightly as he stared at the Pygmy Puff slippers. ”I have some of those actually, they are comfy.” Alan smiled at the other Gryffindor, only for concern to shadow his face when Scott began talking about flying and worst of all flying together with him. He already began starting to shake his head vehemently when Scott gave up, before he watched the second year mount the broom and fly.

Leaving him be, Alan turned to look at the potted plant, his hands covered in moist dirt, not that he cared. He simply wiped them off his pants, which were black anyway so no one would notice that and began to push away the potted plant to look behind the pot that stood in the corner of the small stage that the professor table stood on. He reached there to see, if at least this time he would have any luck.

Putting your hands somewhere where they were not supposed to be was not a clever thing. Meenauh was imagining too much, which only distracted her. It was even not that there was nothing, or even could be, in the small hole between the cut logs. It was that getting the hand out was even more of a challenge.

After saving her limb, she went away from the fireplace and continued to look around. She was just unlucky as she saw other Gryffindors searching and finding. Maybe because they were already dressed for the ball? But if the world would want her to be dressed for the ball, she would at least have been able to reach the dorms before being dragged to the Great Hall. And to be honest it made no sense how clothes could influence luck. She murmured the last word several times to herself, which made her think about the famous liquid luck potion, Felix something. That would prove helpful. Apart from that, she didn't recall any other ways to increase probabilities. Especially, as the magic world could bend the laws of the muggle world, no scientific method would be proven useful there.

She had to think in a wizarding way. Wizards are known to bend the space. ("Right! Bigger on the inside!") That was an interesting clue to investigate. She tried searching for places that looked like they couldn't contain anything large. Quick scanning of the surroundings revealed the professors' table and a set of armour behind one of the seats. She rushed to it, pulled up the helmet's visor and tried to reach inside. This time the hole was at least bigger.

Lallie touched something solid. Peering into the vase she saw her hand had grabbed the corner of something thin and yellowed. 'Is that paper?' she thought wondering what could be inscribed on it. She carefully took it out of the vase with one hand and used the other hand to dig the paper out of its grave.

Now with the parchment in her hands, she could see that it was indeed paper and that it was damp. Not dripping damp, but enough that she would have to be extremely careful with this paper otherwise it would go RIP! So Lallie slowly rolled up the paper before hopping off the professor's table. She would read the paper later, now she had to look for more goodies.

As soon as her feet touched the ground Lallie saw a girl slowly floating to the ground and Aurelia, one of the Gryffindor perfects, catching her in her arms. A couple of students surrounded them, but most of the Gryffindors were just searching around ignoring anything, but the sweet reward of finding a goodie. 'She must have used a spell like Wingardium Leviosa or something to get to the chandelier.' Lallie thought, glad the girl was safely on the ground.

She was about to go looking for other goodies when she heard a boy laugh above her. Craning her head Lallie could see a boy that looked one to two years older than her flying around on a broom. 'Did he bring that, or ... no way!' Lallie thought coming to the realization that he found that on the scavenger hunt. She knew how expensive brooms could be so the school must be investing some serious money it to this hunt.

Lallie looked down at her hands and realized how dirty they were. She took out the napkin from her jean pocket she used as a makeshift plate for a cookie. She wiped the dirt off her hands and put it back in her pocket, making a mental note to throw it away.

Lallie then looked over at the front of the Great Hall. She noticed how the doors were opened and covered part of the wall. 'Hmm, maybe they put some stuff there knowing the door would be open and the goodies would, therefore, be hidden' Lallie thought.

Lallie walked over to the front hall, side walking past people who were on all fours looking under the House tables. She made sure she didn't go through the middle aisle which was crowded with students looking at the previously floating girl, or the side aisles which were swarmed with kids looking behind an in paintings.

When she reached the door she tried to open the giant door. She failed miserably of course since she's a tiny first year. Instead, she got down on all fours and put her hand through the crack between the wall and the door, trying to grasp for something.