Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2021 1:31:24 GMT -7
"GET UP, YOU FOOL! GET UP, GET UP, GET UP!” Yorik was asleep on the couch in the Slytherin common room. He had an open charms book placed on top of his chest. The young man had tried to study for the next class, but since the subject talked of a spell, he found particular not useful, it seemed like a less waste of time taking a nap. The Shrunken Head of his house elf hung dangling down from his belt as it moved around and yelled – trying to wake him up.
Finally, Yorik sat up, letting the book fall down onto the carpeted floor and rubbed his forest green eyes before running his fingers through messy dark brown hair. He yawned, but as he did so, he got overwhelmed by a cough. Something must be wrong with the fireplace, because the entire common room was smoky. He covered his face and looked around just to see that the paintings were completely empty, and outside the exit, he could hear people screaming. What the bloody hell was happening?
Suddenly, he was very much awake as he realised that the smoke came from underneath the door, and a glimpse of flames reached the Slyhterin common room. Yorik jumped up and grabbed the handle, which burned him. He withdrew his hand. Instead, he decided to flick his wand and the door flew open. The dungeons were bathed in fire, smoke and fleeing students as well as house elves. Potions were exploding from the classrooms, colouring the smoke in green, blue and purple. Without thinking twice about what he was doing, he lifted his wand in the air.
“ACCIO FIREBOLT!”
Being the son of Oliver Wood and Katie Bell, he could fly before he could walk, and even though the broomstick was gathering dust in the far corner of the boys’ dormitories, he finally put it to use now. Otherwise, Yorik had no idea whether he would get out alive. Upon hearing the sound of the broomstick rushing towards him, he mounted it mid-air and flew above the flames. As he finally reached the entrance hall, he saw students running for their lives below him. He could have picked someone up, but Yorik did not even consider such nonsense. All he thought about was to get himself to safety.
Finally, reaching the far-grounds of the castle, he almost collided with a group of students that had gathered to see the fall of their school. Yorik jumped off the broom and stood together with them to see Hogwarts burning up in flames. “What... the... hell?” He mumbled while his shrunken head seemed to be stressed out, as it yelled vicious curse words like an angry hag.
Out of character
TAGGED: Open
NOTES: N/A
