Wanderous Wand Finished

Sophie stared at the ghost. What kind of name was Tedious Ted? Instead of asking the ghost, and making him angry, Sophie stepped forward.
"Is there some kind of door? Perhaps we can unlock it, and get in." Sophie would suggest quietly, staring blankly at the ghost.
"There is a door, but it cannot be seen with the naked eye. Of course, you can always try to feel for the handle, but sometimes it disappears. It hasn't now, but, I don't know if it will anytime soon, and if you lot are trapped in it, I won't let you out." Warned the old ghost.
'What a crazy old Badger! No wonder he's dead. Why wouldn't he? We would Die! And its not like he could anyway! He's a ghost! He can't move anything, Like Peeves can. But then again, Peeves is a bloody Poltergeist!' 

"We're just going to have to find it, and try to cast the unlocking charm, and see if it'll open." Sophie said, shrugging a bit.
The wall was old, and had lots of dust. There was moss here and there, but it mostly consisted of dust and mold. Sophie ran her hand gingerly along the wall. Constantly double checking. If she missed the door, then she wouldn't have a wand. 
Sophie knocked over suits of armour, always checking to make sure Peeves wasn't in one of them. Of course, Peeves could be heard making ruckus on the floor above them, but you could never be to sure with him.
As she neared the end of the wall, a different type of substance could be felt on her palm. It felt rough, and gave her a splinter.
She had found the door.
And it only took like what, 10 minutes? Nice.
"Hey Archer, I think I found the door!" Sophie would call out.

Tedious Ted felt his insides crumble. If he had any, because, the door wasn't supposed to be found, he should've been protecting it. But of course, someone had to come along, and find the door. But the real question was, what if they opened the door, and saw something truly horrifying, and they died? The room only reveals itself properly if the looker isn't well... Greedy? It could be the word. 

As the ghost called out, "Wait! You might be leading yourselves into traps! Don't go-!" The first years had gone, and his call was useless.

Really? He answered just like that? Archer looked up at Tedious Ted with a look filled with annoyance.  He'd humiliated the young Hufflepuff and proceeded to spill the beans as soon as Sophie opened her mouth. To be fair... Sophie did not insult -even indirectly- him and all of his kind... "Well thanks for that Ted... Could've told me the same thing..." Archer said sullenly.

"A door huh... That's convenient. Though I don't like what Tedsy here said about being trapped and all..." Still,  the wizard-in-training joined Sophie in uncomfortably rubbing the old wall in an attempt to find the fabled door. 10 minutes passed-by and Archer was starting to think that this was another trick by the good-for-nothing specter, and that the ghost was now laughing at the students awkwardly giving a massage to the wall. More importantly, Archer was worried that someone will find them breaking the rules of curfew. In fact, it was nothing short of a miracle that they have not yet. Just then, Archer heard an excited exclamation from the Gryffindor girl. The strong voice, from the girl who has up till now shown nothing but somberness, brought a slight smile to the boy's face. "Nice one Sophie!" he said in a congratulatory manner. 

Tedious Ted seemed to not share their excitement. In fact, his droopy eyes seemed surprised, worried, and a little bit scared.  The look caused Archer to pause in his tracks. What was on the other side of this door? Before he could voice his worry however, Sophie had opened the door and was poising to enter. "Sophie, maybe we sh-" 

The sound of footsteps coming closer silenced the Hufflepuff. It was just around the corner, coming towards them. A professor? The Caretaker? It doesn't matter, the result would be the same. 

Here goes nothing... The approaching footsteps solidified his decision, and he stepped in, leaving behind the warning of a tedious ghost.

And stepped into... Another hallway? The place beyond the wall looked similar to the hallway they've just left behind. Except for the unnatural darkness. There were lanterns on the wall giving some sort of light. However, the light did not seem to pierce the darkness as well as it should. In fact, twenty feet in front of them was an inky, eerie darkness. Archer shivered.

The boy looked behind him and discovered with a groan that there was no door to be seen, just a solid wall. Gritting his teeth, he took out his wand and whispered, "Lumos!" causing bright light to emit from his wand. The light seemed to push back the unnatural darkness ever so slightly. The fact that he could do magic was still amazing to Archer, even after all this time. Yet tonight, it did not give him as much confidence as usual.

Trembling ever so slightly, he took Sophie's hand in his own. Then, with his wand extended in front of them as though it was a shield made of light, he said in a voice that betrayed his nervousness, "I guess there's no other way than forward." And together, they stepped into the darkness.

Sophie followed the light that had cast from Archers wand. Her wide eyes seemed to never miss the inch of creepiness in the corridor. As she heard the ghost call something, she trudged forward.
She walked along the dark corridor, Archer at her heels. 
In fact, the young Gryffindor didn't know what the corridor held, nor did she honestly care. She might've been afraid, but if she was, she didn't show it.
But, if her wand was there, she had to find it. The wand was special to her, it was her own. Her mind flickered to the moment it had happened.

'Ah, Miss Murphy, how are you?' Said the eccentric voice of Garrick Ollivander. How the old man knew the young girls name, Sophie would never know. 'It didn't seem so long ago when your parents were here, buying their first wands as well. Ruby Rose, a wonderful Acacia wood and Phoenix feather, she did do a lot of great beautiful magic with it. Always was meant to be an Auror that one. Your father's wand wasn't as powerful. Dragon Heartstring and Blackthorn. Of course, he shouldn't of been one of the top in his career. He is an image of Barty Crouch Sr. Now, for you. I wonder who's wand you favor?' Said Ollivander as he began searching for wands. 'Aspen wood and Unicorn hair.' He'd state, handing the young girl the wand. The second it touched her fingers, he snatched it away, muttering 'No, no.' After four more tries, Sophie began thinking that maybe she wasn't a witch and her parents were joking. 'Chestnut wood and Unicorn hair. Unusually curious wood. And of course together, the wand creates very curious magic.' As the wand touched the young girls hand, it began glowing, brightly and warmly. And The wand, had chosen the wizard.

[font=Times New Roman]Sophie was very fond of her memory of her wand. What would she do without it? [/font]

[font=Times New Roman]Creak.... Creak....[/font]
[font=Times New Roman]The loud creaking wasn't from the two students, it was coming from down the hallway, but the problem was, whatever was there, nobody could see.[/font]

OOC: I hope you're fine with the some of the creative licenses in this post. If you had other ideas I don't mind editing the post.


Well... Isn't this just dandy... Why did I get myself into this again? Of course Archer knew the answer. Red eyes and a troubled look. Not exactly something that he could've ignored. His eyes himself was now full of worry, darting left and right straining to see what is beyond the unnatural darkness, yet fearing what would be revealed. 

The young Hufflepuff was pulled forward by Sophia's quicker pace. The girl seemed to have no fear, Gryffindor through and through... I guess. On the other hand... Archer had never been a coward. He used to enter houses that people swear were haunted. Of course, that was when he thought that ghosts were not real. Now however, the dangers he thought were of superstitious nature were a n actual possibility. Surely such a dangerous place wouldn't exist in Hogwarts... However, Archer knew that this was not the case. The history of Hogwarts are filled with students who disappeared or were found cursed and hexed. And no one knows where we are... Well, except Tedious Ted that is, and he's no help.

Just then, a painfully loud sound could be heard before them. "Did- did you hear that?" Archer stammered, holding his wand father forward into the darkness. I'm the one with the wand... I should be in front. With a nervous gulp, he stepped in front of Sophia and inched ever closer to the source of the creaking sound. There! Faintly, he could see a piece of wood about the length of his forearm. The ever elusive wand. It was... floating in midair. "Ah... Great, just great..." The boy said weakly. A ghost... It has to be... "Very funny Peeves... Ha ha..." Archer called out to the floating wand.  "You've had your fun... Now return the wand." Hey, that rhymed! At this point, he was hoping that it would be the mischievous poltergeist. At least Peeves wouldn't harm a student... directly.

If it was Peeves however, he was being uncharacteristically silent. The poltergeist's pranks are usually accompanied with a grating cackle, gloating, and particularly colorful insults. There was none of that this time, only the unnatural silence inside an unnatural darkness.  

The wand moved. It wasn't a sudden, rapid move; more of a deliberate movement to the side of the corridor, bobbing up and down all the way. Then gradually, an image begin to form around the wand. First transparent and slowly getting more solid. Beautiful, silky, silver fur materialized in front of the two first-year students. What...  Arched followed the being with his eyes and wand, The creature was not a large one, perhaps four and a half feet when standing upright. It was stooped down and walking on his feet and one arm, the other holding the wand. It was ape-like in nature, though nothing that existed in the muggle-world. 

The creature's large, black dole eyes were fixed on Archer's wand, but the boy did not sense any threat from the ape-like creature. Something tickled on the back of his brain as he stood there frozen in place carefully observing it, Silver silky fur... Large black eyes. It can go invisible... "It's a Demiguise!" The boy exclaimed loudly, his tone a mixture of surprise and excitement. The Demiguise was one of the creatures listed on the Fantastic Creatures and Where to Find Them book. In fact, Archer had done further research into it in the library, due to its association with the Invisibility Cloak, an item made famous by the adventures of Harry Potter.

The revelation brought some form of relief to the scared boy. "Don't worry; they're harmless... usually. At least I think they are?" Archer said, sounding less confident than he hoped. Slowly, he inched forward towards the creature, letting go of Sophia's hand and extending it forward towards the Demiguise in what he hoped was a harmless gesture, "Here you go... Just give the wand to me. Good Demiguise... goood Demiguise..." However, with each step he took forward, the creature took a step back. After a few minutes of this, Archer became impatient. I wish I knew Expellliarmus. But of course, that wasn't a spell commonly taught to first-years.  He racked his brain for a spell he knew that could be useful for the situation. There wasn't much.

"Flipendo!" A blue jet of light shot out of his cherry wood wand. However, the Demiguise had jumped away before the Hufflepuff was even finished casting the spell. Of course... They can read the future! "This is going to be tricky. The creature can see into the future. I think I read somewhere that to catch it we have to be... Unpredictable? Empty your mind and do some... unpredictable things I guess?"

Sophie rolled her emerald eyes. The demiguise was supposed to be harmless. What was her Hufflepuff companion doing to make it angry? Or scared? Sophie sighed and pushed Archer back with her left hand. Something about girls seeming less dangerous always worked with animals. Especially with birds and cats.



Shaking off the memory, Sophie grabbed Archers wand. It didn't feel the same. It never would. She felt bad for taking his wand out of his hand, but she knew exactly how to cast the disarming spell.
"Expelliarmus!" She called. She didn't know what it was that made the demiguise not see what had happened so soon, but it was to her lucky self that it did. Her wand went soaring through the air. Sophie, being small and quick, landed under the wand and caught it.
The only problem was, there was something besides Demiguise. It was something like a black cloud, which transformed to a burning body, and the only thought going through Sophie's mind, despite the horror of something on fire was-,
"BOGGARTS!"


Sorry I haven't been replying, I've been sick and stuff. Hope you don't hate me for replying so late :3

No problem! Health always comes first. 

Wand in hand and eyes deadset on the Demiguise, Archer racked his brain on a method that could possibly acquire them that wand. Remembering his Defense Against the Dark Arts homework, he recalled that the Ministry of Magic classified the creature on the danger scale of XXXX. However, this was due to the fact that it is impossible to catch. So what are two 11-year-olds supposed to do?! The Hufflepuff thought in desperation. 

Before an answer could come, however, Sophie had stepped up and took Archer's wand for her own, "Hey!" The boy protested though he did not move to take his wand back. A good thing that he did not, as it turned out that, surprisingly, the Gryffindor was able to cast the Disarming Charm. And even more shockingly, the charm hit the supposedly omniscient Demiguise.

Archer's brown eyes followed the arc of the wand as it flew out of the creature's hand, fell on the floor in front of them, only to be picked up by a very eager. "Niicee..?" The question was clear on the Hufflepuff's voice. How did it get hit so easy?  

However, instead of an answer presenting itself, a...thing? appeared beside the Demiguise. At first, Archer saw a black smoke, almost unperceivable. In a span of a few seconds, in the face of the boy's growing horror, it turned into a burning body. The Gryffindor shouted beside him, and by instinct, he jumped forward and took his wand back from Sophie, as she had her own back. "Wha-What?! A Boggart? What's that?!" Desperately, he tried to remember if such a thing has ever been mentioned in the Fantastic Beast and Where to Find Them. Drawing blanks, he returned to one of the only spells he has learned, "Flipendo!" 

Blessedly, the red spark hits the apparition and knocks it back a little bit. However, it did not even come close to stopping the thing. Instead, the creature turned away from Sophie and towards Archer instead. The boy was preparing for another spell when the thing started transforming again. It grew in size and changed into a light grey color. A long snout formed and soon filled with giant, bloody, fangs. And finally, red, murderous eyes, the ones that often would haunt Archer's nightmares. 

The creature somehow leaped at him, now a giant, mangled, Great White Shark. Archer leaped back in terror as his soul threatened to leave his body, barely saving his life as bloody fangs grazed the air in front of him. The shock caused him to fall down, whereas he shuffled back a few feet, his eyes watery in fear. "Sh-SHARK!!! What's going on?!"

Sophie only heard Archer's loud cries next to her. Her face and expression was frozen in horror. She knew the incantation to repel a Boggart, but she didn't know the wand movements. It was one of those situations where you realized you should've listened to something you ignored.

Sophie raised her wand, it felt warm, and tender for her. Of course it did, it was her wand. She tossed Archer's wand back to him. If he caught it she didn't know. 

Something, a plan, a thought, came into Sophie's head. But, how was she to see it, when she was stuck, horror-struck. Closing her eyes, Sophie's plan replayed in her head.
All she had to do, was try and remember the spell movements. It wasn't easy, but she did. And it wasn't even those movements or incantation, it had to be something.. fun? How was she supposed to make someone dying fun? Sighing a bit Sophie called out, her eyes still firmly shut.

"A boggart is a non-being that takes shape of whatever a specific person is scared of! With multiple people, the boggart will have trouble trying to take shape! It's not necessarily the incantation or the wand movements that repel a boggart, its Laughter! When you try and cast the spell, you have to think of something funny, and that will make you laugh! That's what really repels a Boggart!"

Sophie raised her wand, the warmth, and power in it, was ready to be shown. Still keeping her eyes firmly shut, Sophie called out, "Riddikulus!" And thought of something that made something funny. But it only became worst. As when Sophie opened her eyes, the body, that was burning and decaying, had turned to something terrible. Her best friends' body was there. 

Sophie stared at it, tears slowly falling down her red cheeks. The body screamed, as the other Boggart rounded on Archer. Sophie slowly backed away. 

"The b-best chance we have, is to run away."

Mind if I join?

Aurelia was walking along the corridors. It was quite late and all she wanted to do was to go to her dormitory located at the Gryffindor tower and throw herself on the bed. Her eyelids were so heavy that they threatened to shut and stay closed forever any second soon. Just then, while going down a flight of stairs, she heard soemthing crashing loudly. She jumped a little. Her head turned curiously to the direction. All she saw was an empty corridor. Aurelia wondered who might make such loud of a noise. She contemplated wteher to check it out, somebody might have fell and got injured. She heaved a huge sigh. She was good-hearted and knew what to do. She’d regret if she didn’t.

Then she heard yell from a distance. It frightened her and her hands leaped to her chest, pressing against where her heart was. She catiously tip-toed to check it out. She peered around the wall and a scream escaped from her lips when she saw a creature with slithering snakes tangled around its head. Medusa. There were two students, a girl and a boy, frantically trying to fend for themselves. One had tears rolling down her face. Aurelia’s palms flew to her face, covering her eyes with her fingers. She read in fairytales that Medusa was a creature that could turn beings into stone with just one glance into thier eyes.

Aurelia leaned against the wall and lowered herself to the ground.
“Oh no, oh no, this can’t be happening... please, this can’t be happening.” She said, rocking herself back and forth as if the movement would comfort her.

“Guys, cover your eyes,” She warned them. She wasn’t sure if the other two were turned into stone already. She had an arm that shield her eyes protectively, ensuring that there wasn’t any chance that she’d be turned to stone. The other hand reached in her pocket and pulled out the 28cm wand of hers. Now she had somthing useful to defend herself with. She didn’t know a lot of spells, she was no match for the powerful serpent headed woman. Suddenly, the wand was snatched forcefully from her grip. She screamed desperately, tears swelled in her eyes. Had Medusa taken it away from her?

“I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die.” She mumbled profusely. Her body was curled up against the wall with her face buried between her two knees, she wished she would blend into the grey walls and dissapear now that she felt vulnerable without her wand. It was her only weapon and she let it be taken away from her so easily.

The expelliarmus spell you cast had accidentally summoned her wand to you too!

PS. Aurelia is not acting very Gryffindor-like now

Sophie huffed annoyingly. 
"Riddikulus!" She squealed pointing her wand at the boggart. It changed to something very odd that Sophie couldn't identify. She began to laugh. Even if it was faked, and, perhaps it was, but it made the Boggart disappear. She sighed happily. At least the boggarts were gone. Who knew what else was in the corridor? Hopefully it wasn't anything terrible.

Sophie noticed something else gliding toward her. It was another wand. 28cm, Cherry Wood, and Phoenix feather, Sophie had identified. Her wand lore had been getting better every day. She had been owling poor Ollivander for a while now.

Sophie glanced up and saw a girl shaking. She had seen the girl once in the Owlery. What was her name again? Aurelia! She softly and quickly walked over to her fellow Gryffindor. Her name had been very fancy indeed. Sophie liked her name very much.

"Aurelia, calm down, the Boggart is gone. Oh, and here." Sophie handed the wand back to Aurelia gingerly. She had liked the feel of the wand, though it was cold, not warm like Sophie's wand normally was.

She glanced at her now two companions, Archer and Aurelia. Sophie then decided to explain a bit more in depth, seeing as this corridor could really appear, well, anywhere in fact. Or at least, that was the vibe it had been giving off.

"You see, we, Me and Archer, went looking for my wand that had went missing, of course, we ended up finding this corridor, given some help by a ghost. Of course, we found my wand in the end," She indicated her Chestnut wood and Unicorn hair wand. "But now were lost in a hidden corridor at night, and we have no way out, Oh! And we forgot the possibility of monsters! Just my luck, huh?" 

Sophie laughed at herself, she was always one to look up in a sad situation, she really was, just too cheerful.

Aurelia was expecting the worst and was ready to be turned to stone any time soon but instead she felt a gentle tap on her shoulder.

Aurelia, calm down, the Boggart is gone. Oh, and here.

she had heard her name. She catiously removed her hands from her face slowly. Instead of a snake headed woman she expected to see, she saw a girl with emerald green eyes and blond hair. She placed a wand carefully on her palm. Aurelia was familiar with the wand, it was hers. She swiftly wiped of the few drops of tears.

“How did you-” she said stoping speechless. Her mind was screaming with questions. Where was Medusa? Where what was happening? Why wasn’t she dead? Was she Hallucinating?

The girl who helped her looked familiar. Aurelia probably had seen her in the Gryffindor common room.

“What about medusa, where did she go? What’s happening.” She asked frantically, trying to place the prices of puzzles together. She stood up slowly.

The girl then clarified by saying,

You see, we, Me and Archer, went looking for my wand that had went missing, of course, we ended up finding this corridor, given some help by a ghost. Of course, we found my wand in the end,

Now she understood. Medusa wasn’t there. It was a boggart. It must have escaped form the DADA room. She probably should warn a teacher before someone else is frighten to death.

But now were lost in a hidden corridor at night, and we have no way out, Oh! And we forgot the possibility of monsters! Just my luck, huh?

“Oh uh, I can help you with that. I know the corridors very well. At least I know how to get to the Gryffindor common room, but I’m not sure about him,” She said pointing to the boy who’s name the blond haired girl said was Archer.

“Which house is he from, I’m not sure how to get to any other house’s common room besides Gryffindor.” Aurelia explained.