[Rule Breaking] By The Numbers

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[Rule Breaking] By The Numbers

James Callum-Monroe
Second Year
Joined: Nov 10 2011, 04:45 PM

Feb 1 2012, 08:52 PM #1

The word “forbidden” was an interesting concept. It wasn’t a label just anyone could slap on just anything. If it wasn’t something people would care about to begin with, there wouldn’t be a point in naming it “forbidden.” On the other hand, calling it that would pique the interest of those inclined to break the rules. Otherwise, the forbidden fruit was just an apple—or a pomegranate, depending on who you asked—the forbidden forest was just a bunch of trees, the Forbidden City was just some place in China, and the forbidden third floor corridor was just a corridor. Granted, James made it a point of going everywhere in Hogwarts, strictly forbidden or otherwise. Naturally, he respected the rules of the school, knew that they were there for a reason, and even understood some of the reasons. As such, he’d only ventured into the third floor corridor a mere two hundred and forty-six times. That might sound like a large number, but compared to the six hundred and ninety-one times the Gryffindor had been to the kitchens, it wasn’t very much at all.

It wasn’t that the lion wanted to break the rules just to break them, not at all. That would’ve been petty and stupid, and really just a waste of time. No, it was just that this particular corridor was the only one in the school that led to James’ favorite strange little passageway. The Gryffindor had no idea where else to find it, because, although one end could always be counted on to stay put on the third floor, the other side was always some place different. The seventh year had never, in the one hundred and thirty seven times he’d used the passageway, ended up in the same place twice. He imagined it had to repeat itself eventually, of course. There weren’t an infinite number of places to go in the castle; it only seemed like that from his limited perspective. Then again, if no one used the passageway, who was to say it went anywhere at all? For all James knew, he was the only person who knew it existed, the only one who used it, and so the passage had never repeated itself. That seemed unlikely. Granted, not everyone at Hogwarts ventured into the forbidden corridor—it wouldn’t be very effective then, would it?—but still, there were people who had been here. The lion had seen places in the castle with much more dust than this one, for one thing. In fact, there wasn’t a speck of dust on the stone floor. It could be that the house elves kept it spotless, but they didn’t do the same for other parts of the castle, so why would this abandoned stretch of corridor be any different? Unless it wasn’t actually abandoned. If it had been, the word “forbidden” wouldn’t have been put on it. Curiouser and curiouser. James couldn’t resist a good mystery, not at Hogwarts. Curiosity was his middle name. Actually, no, it was Hugh, but never mind. The point was, the Gryffindor had come back two hundred and forty-five times after the first because it was all so incredibly strange. Well, that, and it was hard to resist the urge to see where the passageway would spill out to this time.
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Sofia Hvisker
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Feb 2 2012, 10:37 PM #2

  • Sofie wasn't quite sure why she was doing this. She wasn't the sort to get a thrill out of the adrenaline from breaking the rules; and neither was she the sort who just didn't care if they received detention.  She couldn't just put up with being yelled at or told off; and she wasn't the type to be fine wandering a dark, scary and forbidden corridor in the middle of the night. Yet, she was doing it, so she might as well follow it through. All the teachers cared about recently was making sure things couldn't get in to the castle, rather than focusing on students around the castle. And anyway, she had Loki with her for company. She looked down to the floor on her left at the small grey tom with the startlingly green eyes and the mouth that seemed to be an amazingly human-like mischievous grin. It was for that she had named him after the Norse god of Trickery and Mischief. He looked up back at her, his slightly bent whiskers dropping down below his face and tickling the ground and he sniffed at her sock. Being at Hogwarts was like being at home, albeit a lot less cold, so she often just wore socks around the castle without any shoes, even to lessons.

    As Sofie turned a corner, Loki let out a loud meow, even for him. Panicking just for a second, no other noises were eardrum and Sofie soon put it down to her imagination; until more strange goings-on happened. He heard footsteps, sometimes far, sometimes close; and the obvious subconscious traits of human life nearby, like breathing or light coughing. She started to breath quickly. Maybe she shouldn't read that horror story last night, even though it was fake. Or was it? She hoped so. That message at the front of the book that said "based on a true story" couldn't really mean that, right? She bit her lip and started to run, looking desperately for the exit to the long windy and oh-so forbidden corridor. She trend a corner and smacked  into something, which she assumed was a wall. Trying to regain her balance, Sofie looked up and saw a person, taller than her, looking down upon her. She made a sort of squeak noise and let herself just flop to the ground, sitting on her buttocks waiting for whatever this humanoid creature she may have just aggravated to devour her. Loki pulled at it's leg ferociously, trying to protect his owner, with the occasional hisses and spits.</li>
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James Callum-Monroe
Second Year
Joined: Nov 10 2011, 04:45 PM

Feb 3 2012, 09:32 PM #3

James wasn’t expecting company at this time of night. It was late, most everyone in the castle was asleep, or at least safely in their dorms. The Gryffindor rarely found other students out wandering the corridors on his late night jaunts—at least not the sort of student who wouldn’t get him into trouble, anyway. He was hardly the only person who snuck out at night, though the seventh year liked to think he was probably the person who snuck out the most. It would still be easy to miss other students. The castle was huge, and there were so many places to go, not to mention the fact that they didn’t have to necessarily limit themselves to the castle itself. So, on the occasions when the lion did run into another student, particularly one who wasn’t a patrolling prefect, it was something of a pleasant surprise.

That being said, James would have preferred it if his fellow delinquent for the evening hadn’t literally run into him. As someone collided with his back, the boy braced himself, doing his best not to tip over. The Gryffindor took out his wand and muttered, “Lumos.” It wasn’t completely dark in the corridor once you let your eyes adjust, but the more light the better, he figured, if he didn’t want anyone bumping into him. Turning around, James raised his wand to shine the light at the person in front of him, revealing a girl near his age, probably no more than a year or two below him. Their impact had apparently knocked her to the ground. The wizard was about to say something when he felt something tugging at his trousers. Looking down, the seventh year spotted the trouble. There was a small grey cat tugging at his jeans as if it thought James was about to do something terrible. Raising an eyebrow, the lion turned his wand back to the girl, doing his best to keep from shining the light out of her eyes. “You all right?” Ignoring the cat, he leaned forward, holding out his hand to help the girl up. “Name’s James. Didn’t mean to make you fall there.” The Gryffindor offered a grin, hoping she was a good sport.

James reached for the cat, trying to remove him from this trouser leg as gently as possible. For his trouble, the cat sank its teeth instead into the lion’s hand. It was all the boy could do not to drop the cat immediately. Instead, James set the grey tom to the side before sticking his stinging fist up to his mouth.
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Sofia Hvisker
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Feb 3 2012, 10:12 PM #4

  • A surprisingly friendly-looking face was lightened into Sofie's view when a quiet “lumos” was muttered by the boy she had carelessly ran into. He must've been around the same age as her, perhaps older, and definatley taller, but from what she could see from his body language he wasn't out to murder her. She took the hand that had been offered to her and stood herself up, checking her clothing, a plain white shirt that was a little too big for her, and a small yellow skirt, chequered in her house colour of yellow, for signs of dust or tearings from the fall. She smiled back at the boy's grinning face. “No, no, it is fine.” She said, her heavily accented voice light and sweet. “I am fine, as well. Sofie~” She introduced herself, shaking the boy's hand before letting it go again. “Thank you for helping me up, I-” She looked down as James did to see Loki biting at the boy's leg, and then doing the same to his hand. She furrowed her brows as her nose crinkled up in the sort of look a mother would give a misbehaving child. James moved Loki out of the way slightly, and as soon as he did, Sofia bent down to as close to eye-level as she could get with the small kitten, tapping his nose gently enough not to hurt him, but firmly enough to let him know that such things were not done. “Dålig katt, kan du inte gå biter sådana trevliga killar!” She scorned him, quietly, before pushing him slightly away and returning back up to face James.

    ”It is nice to meet you, James. I did not think that people would other be roaming the corridor.” She shrugged. It was true, she hadn't expected anybody to be around. ”And again, I am sorry very much for running into you like I did!” She bit her lip, a sheepish smile playing across her face. She'd have to make it up to him, somehow, but such things were not for now. She wondered why he was out and about so late. Then again, he could the same question to her. And what if he did, how would she reply? After all, Sofie herself wasn't quite sure why she was roaming the forbidden corridor, worthy of a detention on it's own, let alone after curfew.</li>
(translation: "Bad cat, you can't go biting such nice boys!")
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James Callum-Monroe
Second Year
Joined: Nov 10 2011, 04:45 PM

Feb 7 2012, 05:36 PM #5

While Sofie scorned her cat—or well, it sounded like scorn, anyway. James couldn’t actually understand a word she was saying—the Gryffindor turned and shined his wand down the corridor. He’d been there enough times that the light was unnecessary to find his way around, but the boy figured it was better than another collision. The corridor looked significantly more creepy with the wand light, making the lion think of some muggle horror film. That should have made him nervous, but the thing about horror movies was that it wasn’t so much the monster or the killer or whatever that was scary—it was the build-up to the reveal, the anticipation and the mystery. Darkness hid only things that were there, spooky lighting only revealed them; they didn’t have to be present for a monster to be in their midst, and their presence didn’t automatically mean a monster even existed. That was half the reason why the seventh year never worried about coming to places like this. If there was something here, he would have seen it by now, wouldn’t he?

James turned his attention back to Sofie. “No worries,” he replied, offering a smile. “No harm no foul.” The Gryffindor wondered what had brought the girl here in the middle of the night. Not that he was complaining, he appreciated the company. It wasn’t often that he wandered the forbidden corridor with someone else. Aside from the worries of detention—something that had never stopped the seventh year—there was the fact that hardly anyone wanted to go at night, which, in James’ opinion, was the best time to go. Yes, it was creepy; yes, there was more danger of getting into trouble; but that made it more interesting. Anyway, even if he’d get into more trouble if he were caught, there was still a smaller chance that it would happen. Prefects and professors had to sleep just like everyone else. It was just a matter of waiting them out, that was all. This probably wasn’t what people meant when they said “patience is a virtue” but the lion liked his own interpretation better.

“What do you think, Sofie?” James shined his wand down the corridor again, the light from his wand chasing shadows. “This way?” The Gryffindor wasn’t asking so much as assuming she was sticking with him now. What was the point of coming into the forbidden corridor if you weren’t going to explore? There was none, and anyway, it would be extremely ungentlemanly of him to leave a girl alone in the middle of the corridor. The lion started down the corridor again, expecting the girl to follow. The seventeen year old was mostly sure there was nothing to worry about. It was much too late for someone to stumble upon them, and as far as James knew, there was no monster in here that could hurt them. Well, none that he’d seen yet, anyway. You’d think, though, that after two hundred forty-six times he’d have seen it if there was anything here. Probably. Unless it could make itself invisible.
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Feb 7 2012, 06:21 PM #6

  • James shined his lumos spell down the corridor to enlighten all the features of the corridor. Sofie had to admit, it was kind of scary down here, but not as bad as she had imagined. Perhaps that was it, the reason she had ventured down here at these unearthly hours, the need to still her curiosity? After all, the word "forbidden" though a warning, also compelled those who wished to know exactly how forbidden it really was, and how bad it would be if something happened within that said forbidden area. Would it be something simple, like detention/ or being torn limb-from-limb by a bloodthirsty monster? Sofie wasn't quite so sure, after thinking of that last idea, that she wanted to remain here so much longer; but with James here she was sure no harm would come to her, if he was as gentlemanly as he seemed.

    He asked her opinion on the best way to go, and as she thought for a second on the best reply and which way she thought was bes,t he was already wandering off in the direction he had asked her about. Sofie went with, and ran a little to catch up to him then walked at his pace next to the slightly older boy. She heard the light pitter-patter of Loki's sullen feet behind her, probably sulking after being told off, though it was nothing uncommon for him. "This way seems good" She answered, a little too late as the couple were already going that way anyway. She rolled her eyes at herself being a dork and answering James' question far too late, "So, what year are you being in, James?" She asked, trying to strike up some conversation to pass the time. She reckoned he was older than her, but it didn't hurt to ask. She pronounced James' name oddly compared to the English way of pronouncing it like chaimes; as her tongue wasn't used to js being pronounced as they were in English. If she had seen the spelling on paper rather than heard from the mouth of a person; she would've assumed it was pronounced like yames, but only from pure Swedish habit. “I am from the sixth year, but I am almost seventeen in age.” She smiled proudly. She liked being one of the oldest in her year; it made her feel cooler than the others, even if she actually wasn't. “And I am a part of Hufflepuff” She smiled again, even more proudly than before. She loved her house, known for loyalty and equality; it was so homely and the people so kind...it was truly like a second home. She pronounced Hufflepuff strangely too, as though it were hoof-el-poof.</li>
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James Callum-Monroe
Second Year
Joined: Nov 10 2011, 04:45 PM

Feb 8 2012, 09:52 PM #7

The thing that James liked best about the forbidden corridor was its length. That seemed like an odd thing to enjoy about something, but in the lion’s mind a longer corridor was much more preferable to a short corridor. It made sense on a certain level—a larger area took more time to explore than a smaller area. A place lost his interest once the mystery was gone, so the more there was to see, the better. The Gryffindor didn’t mind revisiting places he’d been before if it meant he might find something new. Life was inherently more interesting with a little mystery, and frankly, the fact that the corridor was off-limits was at least partly to blame for his interest. What was down here that had to be kept hidden? James wondered if it was the passageway he’d found, but that didn’t seem right for some reason, either. It never went to the same place twice, but that wasn’t so much something that needed to be hidden as it was potentially annoying if you were trying to get somewhere quickly. The staircases in the castle were constantly moving, after all, and no one made them off-limits, did they? So there had to be something else, then.

“I’m a Gryffindor and in my seventh year,” the boy said to answer Sofie’s question. “But I won’t turn eighteen till right after school ends.” Accents were a funny thing in James’ opinion. He’d always been hyper-aware of his own, just because it tended to be a little… posher than his friends’. The lion could hardly help what he sounded like, of course. His family was posh, and so he sounded like his family. Actually, come to think of it, that was whole problem, wasn’t it? The lion prided himself on the fact that he was nothing like the rest of his family—hell, he was the only “Callum” in Gryffindor, even—and having even that little bit be the same grated at his nerves. Unfortunately, the seventeen year old wasn’t much good at imitating other accents without sounding like a complete idiot, so he was sort of stuck with the one he had. Still, the boy liked hearing the way other people spoke. It was a kind of entertainment, seeing the apparently infinite number of ways there was to say the same word.

James slowed for a moment, moving his wand across the corridor as he contemplated their options. There were plenty of doors leading off the corridor, some that the Gryffindor had used, some he hadn’t. The wizard knew which one he wanted to use on this night, the one he’d intended to use when he came down this way, but now he had a companion. The lion considered Sofie, sizing her up. “How brave are you, Sofie?” James swung his wand up so that the light from the tip illuminated the girl next to him, making her a solid entity again in his vision. “Are you up for a little adventure?”
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