The Hall of Sinners

"Welcome to 𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵. Oh what's that? You don't understand why you're here? I think you're lying. No one comes to me without reason"

𝒢𝒶𝓇𝒹ℯ𝓃 ℴ𝒻 ℰ𝒹ℯ𝓃

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𝟩 𝒹ℯ𝒶𝒹𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝓈

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𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒜𝒷𝓎𝓈𝓈

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𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒟ℯ𝓋𝒾𝓁

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"How shameful of you to think you could go without a price. There's always a price. After all it's 𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵. Just fill out these forms and you may go."

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[left][b]Name~[/b]
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[b]Faceclaim~[/b](I don't do pintrest!)
[b]Images~[/b]
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[b]Aesthetic~[/b]
[b]Colours Wanted~[/b]
[b]What to avoid~[/b]
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[left][b]Name~[/b]
[b]House~[/b]
[b]Year~[/b]
[b]Faceclaim~[/b](I don't do pintrest!)
[b]Images~[/b]
[b]Song[/b]
[b]Aesthetic~[/b]
[b]Colours Wanted~[/b]
[b]What to avoid~[/b]
[b]Anything else?~[/b][left]

[center]𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒟ℯ𝓋𝒾𝓁[/center]
[left][b]Name~[/b]
[b]House~[/b]
[b]Year~[/b]
[b]Faceclaim~[/b](I don't do pintrest!)
[b]Images~[/b]
[b]Aesthetic~[/b]
[b]Colours Wanted~[/b]
[b]Main Colour~[/b]
[b]What to avoid~[/b]
[b]Anything else?~[/b][left]

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"Welcome to 𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵. Oh what's that? You don't understand why you're here? I think you're lying. No one comes to me without reason"

"After entering the Gates of 𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵, you'll come across a series of doors. Now here's the million dollar question you greedy bast-
Excuse my language please
Now where was I? Oh yes the million dollar question. 'Which Door to Chose?'

𝒢𝒶𝓇𝒹ℯ𝓃 ℴ𝒻 ℰ𝒹ℯ𝓃

"If you believe you're truly innocent then choose this door. It's stupidly simple but somehow complicated at once, since it was split in two"

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𝟩 𝒹ℯ𝒶𝒹𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝓈

"Who are you? Yes you as a person you idiot. Choose this door and you may discover who you are and why you're here."

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𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒜𝒷𝓎𝓈𝓈

"How bad are you? Honestly, I want to know. Choose this door if you admit your sins and tell me why. But beware. The song of sins may drag you in."

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𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒟ℯ𝓋𝒾𝓁

"Oh you. What a waste of air. A waste of a life. A waste of..... my time. It appears so you're so evil that you didn't get to choose a door. Show me your face and you may get a chance to choose"

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"How shameful of you to think you could go without a price. There's always a price. After all it's 𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵. Just fill out these forms and you may go."

𝒢𝒶𝓇𝒹ℯ𝓃 ℴ𝒻 ℰ𝒹ℯ𝓃 10 Sickles Reducio Code: Select all [center]𝒢𝒶𝓇𝒹ℯ𝓃 ℴ𝒻 ℰ𝒹ℯ𝓃[/center] [left][b]Name~[/b] [b]Faceclaim~[/b](I don't do pintrest!) [b]Images~[/b](for style two) [b]Quotes/Text~[/b](fill for style two) [b]Preferred Font~[/b] (for style 1) [b]Style~[/b] [b]Anything else?~[/b][/left]	𝟩 𝒹ℯ𝒶𝒹𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝓈 1 galleon Reducio Code: Select all [center]𝟩 𝒹ℯ𝒶𝒹𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝓈[/center] [left][b]Name~[/b] [b]House~[/b] [b]Year~[/b] [b]Faceclaim~[/b](I don't do pintrest!) [b]Images~[/b] [b]Quotes/Text~[/b] [b]Aesthetic~[/b] [b]Colours Wanted~[/b] [b]What to avoid~[/b] [b]Anything else?~[/b][left]
𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒜𝒷𝓎𝓈𝓈 3 galleons Reducio Code: Select all [center]𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒜𝒷𝓎𝓈𝓈[/center] [left][b]Name~[/b] [b]House~[/b] [b]Year~[/b] [b]Faceclaim~[/b](I don't do pintrest!) [b]Images~[/b] [b]Song[/b] [b]Aesthetic~[/b] [b]Colours Wanted~[/b] [b]What to avoid~[/b] [b]Anything else?~[/b][left]	𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒟ℯ𝓋𝒾𝓁 4 galleons (send one to emiline hunter) Reducio Code: Select all [center]𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒟ℯ𝓋𝒾𝓁[/center] [left][b]Name~[/b] [b]House~[/b] [b]Year~[/b] [b]Faceclaim~[/b](I don't do pintrest!) [b]Images~[/b] [b]Aesthetic~[/b] [b]Colours Wanted~[/b] [b]Main Colour~[/b] [b]What to avoid~[/b] [b]Anything else?~[/b][left]

*sigh*"I guess it's time to go now. The rest to know is hidden. When you find it, follow the rules. Good bye now my beautiful Sinners. I shall see you once more sooner than you think, because everyone is naughty. "

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All I have to Do is Dream

The nightmares were happening again. Somehow somewhere, they started once more. She couldn't place the date or time when they did. When they started up again all she remembered was waking up, slick with sweat, shaking with funky vision, and on the verge of having a panic attack. Perhaps she already was having one. These started when she was younger, lets say around the age of 5 or 6. By then she was used to her mother's coldness to her and her sister's everlasting hatred. But the only thing she wasn't used to was when she was alone. Her sister just moved out of their shared room and into Leo's and Cole's room. Why and where did they go? The reason behind that wasn't discovered until later. But that's another story for another time. Sleeping alone brought up new issues. Her mind. That turned out to be her worst enemy. Laying there by herself in the dark, her mother and sister's words echoed in her head. Images were conjured and tortured her with them. And these lead to something worse in her sleep. Soon she simply wouldn't go to bed. No one really noticed a thing. Until her eldest brother Cole came over. He saw everything. The bags under her eyes. How she didn't even bother to make a single comment back to her sister when she called her a freak. His worried ate him the entire week he was there. The day before he left he managed to wrangle the truth out of Willow. She simply can't sleep anymore due to fear of these nightmares. His solution? Well some sleeping medicine always works best.

Sitting up in bed, Willow holds the potion that she was given tightly in her hands. This could be the solution she stares at the bottle with a mixture of hope and skepticism, The potion of Dreamless Sleep. But how will I know if that is guaranteed? The Devil Child sucks in her bottom lip as she ponders her options. Drink it, or don't drink it. If she drinks it, she's taking the risk and also trusting the person who gave it to her, that it'll remove her nightmares. If she doesn't. Well we all know how that'll end. Still tightly holding onto the potion, she lowers her self into a laying position. With her free hand, she lightly runs her hand over her fading bruises. The pain in them was almost fully gone. Although they would've never been there if she accepted the bruise paste. But honestly, it looked disgusting to her and the other girl never fully gave Willow a chance to accept or decline it. She could've always gone to the nurse, but how would she explain how she got them without sounding like an idiot? Without being embarrassed over what happened? How could someone who excels in combat sports, fought a youth MMA match before and win, get beat by a random person?

This was her last chance. Really, she was going to give up, if this person refuses. She already went through three older students here. they all said no. Well technically only one said no, although he did tell her to go to some other girl. The others? Simply thought they were above younger students, including her. Pressed against the wall, she stared at the door of the Potion classroom as if she herself could open the door and drag the girl out by just a stare and thought alone. As the last minute of the school day drags on, she taps her foot impatiently. As the door flies open and the hallways fill, a stray second thought pops into her mind, What if she refuses? The guy promised that she wouldn't, if she gave a good reason. As the older girl approached her and willow started to met her in the middle, she chews her bottom lip with one last thought, Well the truth better be a good enough reason for her

"What do you want? A friend of mine told me you would be waiting out here asking for some nonsense. So what is it?"

Willow blinks her eyes in confusion. This was not.... expected. Sure she was used to being talked to that way but from a girl who was called nice and sweet? There's definitely something fishy about her. Not just her smell. Willow's face starts to scrunch up into a mean scowl when she suddenly remembers something. She want's something from this girl, so she couldn't go and insult her.

She grits her teeth as she answers the older girl, "Um well you friend said you could help me." The Devil Child started chewing her lip. Glancing around, her eyes land back on the older girl. The girl was tapping her foot impatiently and crossing her arms. When she caught Willow's eye she gave her a look that clearly said, 'so?' Pulling her lip out of her mouth she continued to explain what he needed and why.

"When I came to him, I asked for something to help me sleep you know. Honestly I don't know where the nurse is so the other option is asking someone older. Because obviously if they have potions for things here they gotta have something for sleeping right? But that's not the point. The point is I'm having these nightmares that are keeping me awake. I was hoping that there was some sort of potions or spell that I could use that'll help me sleep without these nightmares."

After finishing saying that, she looked at the girl with hope in her eyes. Please God, please let her help As if she asked for the opposite, the older student let out a loud short barking laugh. Taken by surprise, Willow pulls the photograph that the guy had given to her. Studying it, she tried to convince herself she was mistaken, this wasn't the girl he spoke about.

At first glance, they looked exactly the same. "You have to be joking. Seriously, you think I'd help someone because of some sob story they made up?"

On the second glance, she noticed, thy had different eye colour. Photo shows green when the girl's is blue. "My sister might've done it for you. Ha! Stupid little first year girl. Can't tell the difference between two sisters huh?"

Third glance, the girl was right. Of course she was. The lips were a different shape, hair was the same but the eyes weren't, the lips weren't and there was a difference in their face shape. Hard to tell at first. "To be honest, she would've met you here. If she knew! I just wanted to see what a poor little baby first year wanted from her. Turns out, the little baby can't sleep due to her wittle nightmares"

Red. Black. Hate. Father. Don't say it Willow. Don't say something you'll regret "Oh and am I suppose to take your crap because I'm a first year? I could tell why someone would favour your sister over you. I haven't even met her and I know I would. Is this the reason why your boyfriend hates you?" does she even have one? "Why he is in love with a girl who's not you. Who's way better than you?" I hit a nerve

The older girl's face showed pure hate from the Devil Childs words. Her hand flies for Willow's face, aiming to strike. Instinctively, she ducks down, avoiding getting slapped in the face, and strikes with her left, while blocking her face with the right. Her jab turned out to be successful and struck the girl in the face. Not bad her fathers voice echoes in her head for a girl. Pfft

Rage filled her, her neck burning with red. Blindly she swings and as punishment for it, the older girl catches her hand. Using the hand she caught she throws Willow backwards. Don't fight without thought her old coach used to scold her for that. Damnit! Stupid stupid- Her thoughts were cut off when a sharp pain runs through her body. Somehow somewhere while Willow mistakenly got stuck in her head, she ended up against the Wall as the other girl hit while her shouting words that weren't making sense in the devil childs head.

Instinct once more took over, as Willow lifts up a leg and kicks out hard. Once the other girl is off, she takes a defensive position. Both hands up ready to strike, left foot forward, right foot back, and on her toes. Ready for anything. But before anything else could happen, the older girl caught something in the corner of her eye. Mouthing 'f you' to Willow, she turns and hurries to whatever she saw. Keeping an eye on her, once the older one is out of sight, she slumps against the wall. Her body hurt. That nice split second she hesitated and paused came back to her. She knew that it would be bruised. After some time passed, could be minutes or hours, she finally pulled herself up. Slowly she retreated to her house. Once in the Girls Dormitory, she thinks of her options. She could go to the nurse, but the embarrassment she'd face was almost as bad as the pain in the moment. She'd rather not...

Her answer was obvious by now. She had to take the potion. And before exhaustion of the week took over and force her to suffer another night filled with terror. Sitting up once more, she looks around. The rest of her roommates were fast asleep. No one else is experiencing what she is right now. None of the were mentally fighting with themselves on whether or not to trust the girl who gave her a sleeping potion. To trust that they gave her the right one. Shutting her eyes close, she carefully opens the potion. Taking a single gulp of it, she closes it slowly before tucking it back under her bed. As she closes her eyes she prays that the Ravenclaw gave her the right potion.

She looks down at the other girls robes. Ravenclaw. This time she recognizes her from the photo and double checked that it actually was her. Bingo.

"I'm so sorry I didn't meet you yesterday! I had no clue I was supposed to until my boyfriend mentioned it earlier! I'm so glad I ran into you though!"
Definitely a difference between her and her sister, "So what is it that you need? He said something about a potion I think?"

Nodding somberly, she's glad she came with a plan. Even though the sister is a polar opposite, she still couldn't have a repeat from last time. Her bruises were still fresh but didn't look extrely terrible. The girl didn't hit hard enough. Putting on a sad, traumatized look she quietly says the speech she made up.

"I-i have been having these nightmares. They, they are from what happened at home. I can't sleep anymore, I just need something to help me. Just enough to get through it."

It wasn't a complete lie. Her nightmares are from what happened at home. Her first instance of magic and the constant tormenting from her sister and mother. But from the ravenclaws face, she could tell she thought something else.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry you poor thing! Yea, I actually have two potions to help for sleep! Lucky huh. One is the sleeping draught, it'll just put you to sleep temporally. The other is the one I think you need, Potion of Dreamless Sleep. The name basically describes it! You'll sleep without those nightmares."

She smiled at her. The devil child was gleeful that it worked. She watched silently as the older girl, dug through her satchel in search of the potion. Pulling out two, she looks at them with a frown. "I'm totally having a brain fart right now! I cannot remember which is which for the life of me. Honestly, I think it's th- A loud high pitch squeal interrupted the girl. Both of them turned to the source of the noise. Another girl. The Ravenclaw returned it also with a high pitch squeal. Flinching, Willow looks back at her. The girl, met her eye and let out a slight laugh. I'm sorry! Here this one should be it! I hope it helps. Bye! After shoving the potion in her hand, the Ravenclaw hurries away. Watching her leave she had one last thought, please be the right one....

.....please be the right one the thought from earlier repeats in her head before sleep hits her. Her eyes felt heavy when she tried to open them. Only darkness followed when she finally stopped resisting it. Slowly she tumbled into the darkness, into the unknown path that laid before her.

Opening her eyes, she sees a familiar house. No no no NO! this wasn't right! she wasn't supposed to be dreaming. Panic sets in her. She tried to take off running in the opposite direction, but it was if an invisible hand picked her up and placed her inside the house. She tried to close her eyes and refuse to look, but her eyes wouldn't close. They blurred for a second, then became focused once more. The house she was in was a version of her house. Except everything was messed up. Pictures broken, glass covered the floor. Wallpaper was torn and holes were punched through the walls. the words Devil Child and Spawn of Satan were written on the damaged walls in red. All of a sudden everything seemed to start melting. Once a drop would hit the ground it would sizzle and turn red. Soon enough a wave of red came at her. Even though she didn't want to, she helplessly ran up the stairs. But instead of seeing her room like normal, she sees her sister. Taking this as a blessing that things will be better, she quickly runs in the room. Slamming the door close, she turns and lets out a scream. Her mother and sister were there, but they were conjured together, deformed looking. Both screamed at her. Their words too high pitched to be able to make out anything that makes sense. On the side was Leo, her older brother, curled up in ball rocking back and forth muttering nonsense. Right besides him was their father, drink in one hand, while the other repetitively slammed into the wall. Pieces of the wall started to crumble and fall onto Leo. Behind it all was whom she always label as the red man. This time he looked bigger and somehow redder. A dark bleeding red was the colour of his skin. Every now a then a piece of his sin would drop off as if he was a wax figure that is sitting next to a fire. The Red Man's face splits into a devilish grin. Running his tongue over razor sharp teeth ended up shredding his tongue. Somehow he was still able to speak. Covering her ears with her hands, she prays to not hear the words she know is coming. But unfortunately this was a nightmare. And in nightmares things dont go the way anyone wants.
Do you see what you did? What you did to your family. All because you couldn't be normal. All because you are a freak. You are a child of Satan his voice echoed in her head, sounding scratchy and rough. Stop, please stop she silently begs Devil child devil child. YOU ARE A DISGRACE! YOU DESERVE TO BE GONE! The word gone repeats through the house loud. Suddenly the house starts shaking. Her parents, Ella and Leo, let out a high pitch screech together. They crumble like a cookie. The Red Man lets out a loud booming laugh that shattered the house into pieces. My fault, my fault, my fault

"My fault, my fault MY FAULT!" With a scream of the words, she jolts up in her bed. Her breath was shaky and rapid as her heart pounded in her chest. Lifting up her hand, she tries to still it but fails. Pinching herself, she double checks she's awake. 'It wasn't real" she whispers to herself, "It's not real." Laying back down, she pulls her blanket up to her chin as she tries to calm down. She closes her eyes, but no sleep comes for the rest of the night. She learned her lesson. Don't ever take a sleeping potion. Perhaps sleeping as little as possible might be the best solution at the moment.

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Ooc notes The potion she was given was the Sleeping Draught

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