˜”*°•Follow The Recipe•°*”˜ [PV Silas V.] - page 1 - Abandoned Toilets

30 Sep 2026, 04:57

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𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝙷𝚘𝚐𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜. 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝. 𝚁𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘, 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚜𝚖 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝙳𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝙰𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝙰𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙿𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢.

𝙸𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚎𝚠, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜—𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑.

𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍. 𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎.

𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊 “𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝” 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎, 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎.

"𝚃𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗—𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖—𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙! 𝙼𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚃𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝! 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚜! —𝚇"

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚝𝚕𝚎, 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎, 𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚇 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘.

𝙽𝚘𝚠, 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜, 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜, 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚙𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝. 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍.

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍, “𝙻𝚞𝚖𝚘𝚜.” 𝙰 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚙. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜.

𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙼𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚇𝚒𝚘'𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚒𝚕 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛.

𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜, 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍: 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛, 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚍!

𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘-𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗, 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚍.

OOC Notes: Thanks for getting dragged into Xio's nonesense!
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Silas Vance

First year, Slytherin

133 33

30 Sep 2026, 11:27

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Silas most days was quite deep in his books, during this particular potions class however he was paying quite close attention to the professor, you see potions had become a recent fascination of his and he intended to pay attention properly. Towards the end of the class however he did notice ,while doing his best to put his supplies away, a Ravenclaw girl slip what seems like a note in the corner of the class room.

He found that to be incredibly odd. Who was that for? Was it simply trash? It like was. He could not help be curious however and went to check not really paying attention around him. As he got closer he noticed that not only did it seem intentional as the beaker was somewhat out of place but the X drawn on it was a bit of a giveaway. A X however to his mind marked treasure, he was not quite aware of a X meaning anything else. Feeling a bit guilty he takes the note, walks out the class and opens it in the hallway.

Reading the note it makes a lot more sense, it seems like this may have been a first come first serve kinda deal but it doesn't stop him from feeling guilty. He did however not exactly enjoy the idea of going to the abandoned toilets but nonetheless as he took the note he feels obligated. Some times passes as he waits for the first moonlight. He eventually works up the courage heading there a bit late.

When he does arrive however he sees a light illuminating the bathroom, clearly there here already. He holds out the note almost like armor as he walks in, when he sees her he relaxs a bit and says.

"Hello? My names Silas I believe a note was left for more practice in regards to potions class? I do hope this was meant to be grabbed by anyone but if you want someone specific I can attempt to gather them. If you don't mind me asking the note mentions a problem of sorts? What exactly was it?"

He steps in a bit further in the bathroom now, he's a bit nervous from being here but nonetheless he is definelty prepared to face this new challenge!

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Xio Arcana

First year, Ravenclaw

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2 Oct 2026, 00:59

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| Date: TBD | Time: Evening | Location: Abandoned Toilets, Hogwarts | Participation: N/A |
| Mentions: @Silas Vance | Song: Good Day - Twenty One Pilots ˜”*°•x•°*”˜ | Outfit: ˜”*°•x•°*”˜ |

𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚏. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙻𝚞𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜, 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢, 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍.

“𝙰𝚑, 𝚢𝚎𝚜! 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙼𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚇𝚒𝚘!” 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏-𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕.

“𝙸’𝚖 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗,” 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖. “𝙸’𝚖 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊 '𝙼𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝'. 𝚆𝚎’𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎! 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎, 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚢𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚊,” 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛, “𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸’𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎-𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚘…”

𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖. “𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚝? 𝙸 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚘!”

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Silas Vance

First year, Slytherin

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2 Oct 2026, 03:57

His eyes widen a bit at her mentioning dyslexia but only slightly. How interesting. He shakes his head at the though, after all its a bite rude. He then takes the notes from her and frowns slightly. What in the world is this? Complete nonsense. Is she messing with him? Maybe not, she seems... determined. No matter, he still (thankfully) has his book on him containing the proper instructions. It won't make to big of a difference right, he puts her notes inside the book but naturally leaves room to still see the real instructions.

“Muffling Draught right? Careful with this one it suppresses speech. Ok it appears the potion will be blue if made properly. Now, we need four drops of lethe river water, two bat spleens, two eel eyes and three leeches... What a odd mix of ingredients do you really have all of these on you? Assuming you do, it seems we are starting with four drops of lethe river water into the cauldron. This is followed by two finely diced bat spleens which you may add to the cauldron. Then you will need to stir it exactly 2 times clockwise. Following this it is to be set on high heat and left to brew for ten minutes.” He sighs slightly at these instructions, this is quite a gross brew who is going to drink this... wait does she want HIM to drink this? Yuck no thank you. As he continues to read it his eyes widen slightly at how it is actually consumed.

“Oh dear, I am not sure this is a good idea! This is intaked by fumes not by drinking the potions... this is a terribly unventilated location are you sure this is a good idea..”

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Xio Arcana

First year, Ravenclaw

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2 Oct 2026, 04:45

Word Count: 590

| Date: TBD | Time: Evening | Location: Abandoned Toilets, Hogwarts | Participation: N/A |
| Mentions: @Silas Vance | Song: Good Day - Twenty One Pilots ˜”*°•x•°*”˜ | Outfit: ˜”*°•x•°*”˜ |

𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚜’𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍—𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜—𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘, 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗. 𝚄𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚇𝚒𝚘’𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚟𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚗, 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚙𝚎. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝙻𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙻𝚞𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎. 𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚙𝚎.

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢—𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍. 𝙸𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛. 𝙾𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚡. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚜. 𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙 𝚘𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚞𝚜, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚜𝚖. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝. 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚒𝚕, 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚗. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚛. 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝, 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜, 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜.

𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙.

𝙸𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍. “𝙽𝚘𝚡.”

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚕𝚢: “𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚘!”

𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚋𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚍. 𝙰 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜. 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖-𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎.

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚟𝚎. 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚜, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝... 𝙽𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍.

OOC Notes: :X
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.|Stamina ★ 5 | Evasion ★ 6 | Strength ★ 3 | Wisdom ★ 8 | ArcPower ★ 7 | Accuracy ★ 6 |. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

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Silas Vance

First year, Slytherin

133 33

2 Oct 2026, 14:14

As he reads what was only half of the instructions he looks up as she asks stirring in the wrong direction. He stands eyes widening just slightly, why is she doing that?? I clearly stated for her to.. ugh no bother I can simply. His thoughts are cut off as she casts Incendio and in a matter of moments the cauldron or what is left of it explodes. He nearly immediately rushes to the entry doorway as Xio slams her stall door shut and props open the outer door calling into the bathroom.

“Well that didn't go to plan! Come out of there a potion made improperly can have unknown effects! We will be safer in the corridor as it has more room for ventilation.” As he presumably would not have heard a immediate sound or response he quickly takes his robe off and ties it around his face as thick as he can. Likely useless but it's the only real means of protection for himself he can think of. He is a bit more nervous now. Should he have checked on her first? Is she ok? Did she get hurt. As he finishes tying the knot he calls out to her. “Alright! I'm coming back in!” He takes a deep breathe prepared to hold his breath as he walks in. As he takes his first steps back towards the doorway, as he has stepped away just a bit he's filled with dread concerned with what may or may not have happened.

OOC Notes: And so it begins XD

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Xio Arcana

First year, Ravenclaw

723 24

4 Oct 2026, 09:00

Word Count: 520

| Date: TBD | Time: Evening | Location: Abandoned Toilets, Hogwarts | Participation: N/A |
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𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜. 𝙰𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙴𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛? 𝙱𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖.

“𝙰𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝! 𝙸’𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗!” 𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍.

𝚇𝚒𝚘’𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚜𝚑, 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝙱𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍, 𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛.

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚇𝚒𝚘. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔, 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖.

𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙴𝚡𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚘, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍. 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚞𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛.

𝙾𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚝. 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢, 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙶𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚙𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚕𝚎. 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚠𝚕, 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚕-𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚟𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎. 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝙷𝚘𝚐𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜’ 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚝.

𝙸𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍. 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚜-𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚢—𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛.

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Silas Vance

First year, Slytherin

133 33

5 Oct 2026, 03:58

Hits the ground quite grunting slightly as he hits the floor. Rather then act as she clearly has chosen to, he yanks his book out again trying to find a solution to this particular issue. A part of him would like to call out to her but he is quite worried that he won't be able to speak. So rather then doing that he scoures through his book only looking up when he hears the splash and subsequent flush. Frustrated he realizes he did not see a duration for this particular potion. He takes out some parchment and a quill writing on it, the script in which he writes is almost.. Pretty and done with quite a bit of care. When he is finished he hands her the note. If she chooses to read it, it says the following.

“Do not panic, I do not see a duration for the potion. It was however a botched attempt. My assumption would be we go to sleep and it will be gone. If it is not gone first thing head to the potions room I will write something up for the professor. There is likely something we can use or have made for us that will counteract all of this. Are you feeling ok? I can walk you back to your dorm if it helps.”

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Xio Arcana

First year, Ravenclaw

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5 Oct 2026, 22:34

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| Date: TBD | Time: Evening | Location: Abandoned Toilets, Hogwarts | Participation: N/A |
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𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚎. 𝙰 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚗𝚔. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚖, 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚃𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙, 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚂𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗, 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚗𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚠𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖.

𝙾𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛, 𝚙𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚕. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚣𝚎, 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚑𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙰𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖, 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍-𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎, 𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜:

𝙸’𝙼 𝚂𝙾𝚁𝚁𝚈.

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖—𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚌, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎.

𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍.

𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚢.

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚙𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚌. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚜, 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏.

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎—𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢. 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚝. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌? 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛.

𝙸𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢, 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍. 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑, 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚋, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔.

OOC Notes: Poor Silas and Xio! D:
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Silas Vance

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6 Oct 2026, 04:51

Silas tilted his head slightly as he watched her write and scratch something out. Finding the right words can most certainty be hard, but when you can't even speak to set a proper tone? That surely is harder. When she turns the slip to him however showing her apology, he goes to smile at first but quickly stops as she began to cry. Why is she crying.. Well I suppose this could all be quite scary not being able to speak... Surely she does not blame herself for this? It was after all his job to ensure she was using the proper amount of materials and he holds some level of blame. Seeing her cry... Makes him uncomfortable to say the least. He in truth does not REALLY know her, they just met and to make it even worse he has no idea what she is or is not comfortable with.

His first reaction would be to hug her but that could likely bring sour feelings.. He instead ops to crouch slightly to get some level of leveled eyesight to her, he then smiles sticking a thumbs up hoping to comfort her. Awkwardly he takes a step back and figures what harm could it really do. He opens his arms out wide gently moving his fingers flat too his palm twice, a invitation for a hug if she decides she wants one. In his own way he is trying his best to comfort her but the discomfort of the situation shows in his legs as he shifts slightly.

OOC Notes: Silas is not equipped for this lol.

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˜”*°•Follow The Recipe•°*”˜ PV Silas V.

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