Post by emmanuelle antoinette picquery on Nov 1, 2020 15:27:49 GMT -7
October 31, 2025
Zombie Island
Zombie Island
Emmanuelle preferred her own rituals to Halloween, but even she couldn't say no to spending the night seeing what the Hogwarts students and their adult chaperones had cooked up on some random island isolated from the school itself. Predictably, it was pretty tame; she wasn't frightened by much in general, and the showpiece of the night—a "zombie" spectacle full of skeletons and the like—was hardly worth staying out so late.
As she made her way out of the island, she stumbled upon what looked to be a notebook. (Quite literally, she did stumble upon it; it had somehow wound up on the ground near the entrance to the "haunted forest", clearly having been forgotten.) Emmanuelle stopped, picked up the book, and flipped through the first few pages of it.
Immediately, it didn't look like the sort of thing that would have been in school notes. It didn't look like any sort of an assignment, either, from what Emmanuelle could tell. Unless Hogwarts had their students write consistently in the first person, with plenty of bullet points and various other musings, it had to have been a journal rather than anything that was supposed to be handed in.
She didn't have much of an interest in keeping a schoolgirl's diary, though that didn't mean that she wasn't going to read through it. There was also the complicating factor that giving it back to its rightful owner seemed difficult. Sure, she supposed that she could have packaged it up and sent it with an owl with a note about the circumstances of which it had ended up in her possession. That didn't seem necessary, though, and probably even made it sound sketchier than it was. If the journal just slipped away, on the other hand…
As she made her way out of the island, she stumbled upon what looked to be a notebook. (Quite literally, she did stumble upon it; it had somehow wound up on the ground near the entrance to the "haunted forest", clearly having been forgotten.) Emmanuelle stopped, picked up the book, and flipped through the first few pages of it.
Immediately, it didn't look like the sort of thing that would have been in school notes. It didn't look like any sort of an assignment, either, from what Emmanuelle could tell. Unless Hogwarts had their students write consistently in the first person, with plenty of bullet points and various other musings, it had to have been a journal rather than anything that was supposed to be handed in.
She didn't have much of an interest in keeping a schoolgirl's diary, though that didn't mean that she wasn't going to read through it. There was also the complicating factor that giving it back to its rightful owner seemed difficult. Sure, she supposed that she could have packaged it up and sent it with an owl with a note about the circumstances of which it had ended up in her possession. That didn't seem necessary, though, and probably even made it sound sketchier than it was. If the journal just slipped away, on the other hand…
