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[Abagail "Abbie" Dreyer]

((OOC: Open to Professors, Students can join too if desired))

Adrian shuffled through the books that stood organized on their own bookcase. She sat in her chair searching through one by one. She looked through curses of Hogwarts then magically throw it to the floor as the next one flew to her just as fast. She scrambled through it and through it to the floor, repeating over and over as if just a little bit in anger. She ranted to herself as she couldn't find anything one the odd appearances around the school. The voices seemed to be getting worse, especially in the dungeons.

She came across an old journal that was a headmasters from years and years ago. 130 year ago to be exact. She read the outside cover written in a thin font that was horribly faded. Harold D. Paddock Hogwarts Headmaster 1917

She opened the book carefully and read the first entries:

August 10th, 1917.
The first day within the school was mysterious and new. It smells of lumber from the newly build wing and the sky was lighten up with white scarlet clouds. Birds seemed to soar around a little on edge and it seemed a bit odd....

August 15th, 1917.
The week has seemed pleasantly uplifting. Students smiles have encouraged me to move forward from my introductory day. Campus is booming with school spirit as Qudditch has started up and students have begun practice....

August 30th, 1917.
One student came to me today white pale faced and big eyed as if they had the life of them scared away. I tried to comfort them but they seemed to shaken up to force more than a few words out. Something to do with voices coming from the walls in the dungeons and a pale ghost figure following him down the corridor. I took him straight to the nurses station, not sure if he will ever seem the same again. I went to check out the dungeons myself and all I found was a cool misty spray forming down the hall....

September 3rd, 1917.
Writing upon the wall appeared down by the kitchens today. Revenge will prevail upon you. It seemed to be written in unicorn blood stolen from the potions lab.....

September 15th, 1917.
Students have seemed to start disappearing, but no one can figure out where too. I'm starting to become unhopeful that this is not going to end so well. The dungoens had to finally be closed today, classes have been moved to the higher empty towers recently built-East tower.



Adrian was lost in thought and reading ever so fast trying to see what happened towards the end of this occurrences, it all sounded a lot like what has starting to happen now. She rushed through a month or two. A few new things appeared. More students disappeared, more writtings found and then poof. Everything seemed to stop. Everything disappeared and stopped spooking the school. Everything went back to normal as if nothing ever happened, though the students were never found...


January 7, 1918
Not sure what everything was about in the last few months. The ministry came in and looked around. Nothing seemed out of place. Nothing hidden could be found. Ministry thinks I might have been making it all up. Though the few witness's have all seemed to have lost their minds and can't tell what they experience. Some sort of old magic is in the makings here. The 12 children that are missing can't be connected to the events that 'took place,' were never found. They are being marked as run aways. IT'S Preposterous! I will figure this all out, something was happening here!

Adrian went to the newspaper catalog next to her desk and waved her wand with a flick to bring up any articles from 1917 to 1918 on missing children. A list appeared of 12 students that 'ran away from Hogwarts' as it seems the headmaster had something to do with. He was later fired on terms of bad judgment and poor leadership and replaced with Headmaster Lucious Demontry.

She read over the students names carefully.

Adam Paddock, James Addison, Linda Jones, Sarah O'Hara , Paul Dalton, Todd Lewis, John Butler, Tim Taylor, Lesily Tates, Cady Mane, Brock Dale, Sam Sott

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Adrian was overwhelmed with everything, hyperventilating was her next choose right before she heard a knock on her door.
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[tasha]

Dear Miss Ashton,

We of the Bulgarian Quidditch Team, hear by invite you to join the team as place of a Chaser. From your outstanding grades, skills, named captain for both your teams you have been in; we realize you have very great potential, and would love for you to take this opportunity up with us. We would be honor to have you apart of our team. Please give us your decision by the end of your seventh year term.

Best regards,
The Bulgarian Quidditch Team.[/i]

Well this was just perfect! Now she would have to choose between her two greatest loves? What now?! After training so many years of being an auor, and now this comes up? What was she going to do. Tasha sighed and folded the letter once more, making her way down the hall, and put it in her pocket. Yes. She really would take it in a heart beat, but what of her hard work after all these years? Either one was going to give her great happiness…so why was it tearing her apart? “THIS IS SO UNFAIR!” She muttered, going to the wall and slinking down. No keep it together. Not now… anything but… to late. She whipped a tear away from her eyes and stood up. Tasha was not one for crying, unless she was under some major stress, like now, or something really really bad happened to someone she loved. Okay Tash just calm down and think thru everything. Quidditch is just something you love and makes you happy. Being an auor you can help people. Plus you love helping people. So why is this so hard? I don’t know quite arguing with yourself! Yeah this was not helping.

Being an auor was everything she trained for. She wanted to make a difference and help people. But she also could not pass up an opportunity this good either. Who needed her the most? There had been several cases of missing people in the past and once in awhile now days. Strange murders in mysterious ways and no one can find the cause. Yeah Tash was being over run with everything. Not to mention being pressured by her mentor and everyone else who was an auor. Just because of who her parents where? Again not fair!


Who should she ask? Grr. Okay next professor she knew (and actually got along with) she would ask. She continued down the hall and came to the first door of an office she thought she knew and knocked. “Professor? I’m sorry but can I ask you about something?” She asked.

[Abagail "Abbie" Dreyer]

((This post actually takes place after the thread "echos" down in the dungeons, just so everyone knows the time frame here lol.Echos just hasn't had any love yet. ))

Adrian in shook of everything she had read, and after the misty cold air she had witnessed, was still not completely sane. What was she going to do with an unsolved mystery from 130 years ago that was proven to be nothing? Something took the lives of 12 students, but... why? Where? They had to be in the school somewhere buried away within the walls or a hidden room... Considering how many hidden rooms and nocks and crannies there was in the place, her hope was starting to tremble out of her. Her breathing became shallow and thin. The room felt as if it was spinning in all directions and she felt the fringe of panic developing in her chest. This is not the time to lose yourself! She thought as she tried to control her breathing once more.

A knock at the door accompanied with a small voice proved to be a student. She took a gasp of air all at once and chocked. Finally though at last her next breath was more even and steady and the room wasn't as shaky as her eyes once portrayed it to be. "Yes, dear?" She called loudly from her desk as she flicked her wand, slowly the door opened on it's own as she saw a student standing behind it. A student she had seen over the years and become quite the quidditch captain stood with a face of possible worry or sadness.

"Please tell me nothing bad has happened in the school?" She spoke fast and in a hurry as if afraid of any answer. Her face was written with worry and disappointment in herself as she tried to find her smile that was always warm and charming but in this instance, was still unnoticed. "Oh, yes.. you said you had a question? I'm sorry dear, what can I help you with?" She asked as she noticed the question didn't had seem to do with anything of what she blurted out a moment before. This time a small but steady smile crossed her petite mouth as she finally found some contempt to hold herself together.

[tasha]

The seventh year Gryffindor closed her eyes a moment, waiting for an answer, if the professor was there. She shook her head telling herself not to do that. It had been very strange the past couple of months when she closed her eyes. Dreams, nightmares almost vision like seem to dance there way into her mind. She would see something, from the present, then later hear someone in the common room talk about the same thing about the same time. Was the even normal? She thought best to keep it to herself. At least for now.

Tasha had to remind herself not to blurt anything out, without thinking it through first. Yeah like that would happen. Maybe? She had no idea. As the professor opened the door, she realized it was the headmistress of Hogwarts. Well potatoes. Of all the offices, she comes to the headmistress. Oh well, she guessed that’s what she got for being a transfur and only coming here this year at beginning of the term. “Sorry to bother you Proffessor,” she began hesitantly.

Something happen with the school? “Well not recently, according to paper work at work.” she accidentally blurted out then she apologized for it. Darn you Tash! What did we just note! Think before speaking! The young auror in training was not sure where to start. “Well I’m really sorry to bother you about something so small… but do you think anything major like really bad will happen in the next year or so… I have this feeling but I am not sure what it is…” She then thought about the dreams she had about being in the past of Hogwarts. Yeah that would be the day. She would sound crazy and off to St. Mungo’s she goes. Knowing Tash, she would rather die.

[Abagail "Abbie" Dreyer]

Adrian quickly changed pace in the conversation realizing she had blurted out more than she was really wanting to reveal. But now she wondered how to smooth it over and not seem as if she was a current basket case to the new up and coming student. She put on her best smile that was perfect in symmetry and bold and straight on, never looking fake and held her hands in front of her in a innocent bowing manner. She lowered her eyes as if not to give the student eye contact but when she realized that she had, she looked back up to give her her full undivided attention letting all the issues float on behind her mind.

"Oh, no darling, there is no bother here. I am always here to help." She said sweetly and patted the girl softly on the shoulder with one gentle hand, bring her hands back together in front of her standing intimidatingly. She never wanted to make students feel uncomfortable and instead had a too sweet personality that didn't make anyone turn away. But she also had a genuine personality and sincerely actually cared about her students and taking of the school as a whole.

She gave her a wry look and shifted her eyes a few times. She perched her lips in thought before trying to give a thoughtful response. She finally gave a soft smile but not as the beautiful one as before. She gave her sincere look that showed she wasn't trying to be as charming but more real with the girl. "No paper work at any ministry office would show anything true going on here. Only what they try to cover up or describe within this place, but they do not live this place. They do not know the secrets within these walls. Not even all the headmasters and headmistresses before me know everything there is to know about this sealed up castle. So darling... there would be nothing to know, and nothing to tell." She gave her a 'do you understand' nothing no matter what you might learn or know is to be talked about. A stern but sweet look to take off the edge of pressure.

She gave her a concerned confused look as if trying to peel her layers of skin back to find out what's really underneath. A blazing stare that turned your soul out and wanted to feel safe but not over indulged in pressure. "I am always at service for you or any student, my dear. What is the concerned issues?" She asked actually worried; worried lines formed across her forehead as she watched her carefully for her response.

[tasha]

Tasha wondered if she was going a bit to far with bring this up in the first place. Yes she wanted to talk to a professor about this, but how it came to be to talk to the headmistress about this she had no idea. It was not really major or anything, at least she did not think so. Though she desperately needed to fix her mind with something. Not even a simple dreamless sleep potion, the only potion she actually good at making, would help her.

The Gryffindor looked up at her for a short while not really knowing how to start, nor where to begin. Isn’t that what a professor was suppose to say? a voice in the back of her mind said. Yeah that was not her. She shook her head mentally and ran a hand threw her dark colored hair. Before she could say anything more, she felt a bit smaller then she already did. “So working for the ministry means nothing when it comes to important matters like missing people? Well that’s just stupid…” she could not help but blurt out after looking up. She then apologized for it as it was one of her many talents: being out spoken when she should stay quiet. But in the end she did nodding and understood. Even if she did not think nor agree on the matter. Well that answers her question on what she wanted to do with rest of her life. Its like the ministry did not even care, how much she did. All she wanted to do was help people; even if it means sacrificing herself.

Now Tash had to figure out how now to get unstuck now. But knowing this professor it was going to take a long while. Who would she tell anyways? So how to fix everything? So this place, she considered home, had secrets. She had read about a lot of them in the library and in A Hogwarts A History. Part Two It told things such as the Chamber of Secrets that Harry Potter discovered that noone else could. Was there other such places beyond the magical walls that was to be discovered…that no one took the time to open there ears and eyes? Possibly mind? Anyone who knew Tash well would know that this would just lead to another dangerous adventure. Something that was always tempting her. Thank her lucky stars that she has only been at Hogwarts for the beginning of the term this year. Thanks for transferring; thanks for not letting the professors in her head.

The look that she was receiving made her look away. “You know the dreamless sleep potion, that suppose to stop dreams/ nightmares? Well it doesn’t work… I’ve tried…” she began with a silent sigh. “I don’t know its complicated. There is all this darkness and screams from people, and yeah I don’t know… students, witches and wizards even muggles alike….it gets so bad that I force myself to wake….” she replied. “I just feel something is wrong. I don’t know if its from the past, or present nor future and I really want to know when?” she finished still not looking up.

[Abagail "Abbie" Dreyer]

Adrian looked at her with a look of not understanding completely what she was talking about. What she had just learned of missing students was from one hundred and thirty years ago from an old journal she had found stashed away deep within the headmasters office. The ministry never did anything to figure out what happened and only labeled all 12 students as run aways and never looked into it and dismissed it all those years ago? Why would any of that from so long ago, be learned by an student that took her weeks of research to find in the first place? "What are you talking about dear?" She asked trying to get to the bottom of it.

As the student told her of her problem she became more interested. "Humz.." she started with a expression of thought and wonder. "How often are these dreams? Are they only while at Hogwarts or anywhere else?" She scratched the back of her mind to find what it was she could give for help. She blurted out the next thought that pasted her mind, relating to the school's own issues. "That is an unfortunate types of nightmares...Umm.. may I ask what all you see in these nightmares?" She asked wondering if there was any connect to the current events around school to her seemed harmed dreams. It was after all an odd thing to have nightmares seemly a lot.

((I didn't have much muse for this post lol))

[tasha]

Tash had to think of to word everything. “Well…um I probably should have not known about anything anyway…as I don’t want to get into trouble but… right before I had gotten back from the winter break I was taking a small break from training and hanging out around the minstery… My mentor had left her office open and told me to bring her a stack of papers and organize a bunch of things…and well I discovered a blank book of parchment…curiosity got the better of me and so I put a spell on it to see if anything was written on any of the pages, because it was weird just seeing a blank book there. All these random dates had appeared, and disappearances had come up…and yeah… usually I can’t remember stuff like that but I’m not sure something In the back on my mind -and I don’t know what it was- Just seemed to click…” she explained.

The Gryffindor did not say anything for awhile. “Honestly I am not sure. It was off and on during the summer to be frank…but ever since reading -what I’m guessing I shouldn’t have done now…- now more each night… always the same one,” she took a breath and looked up at the proffesser in front of her. “I…I just don’t know. Like I said…its complicated. There is just all this darkness and screams from people. I don’t know how to explain it. I am walking/running down the dark hall trying to find the source of what’s happening, but right when I am so close I tend to awake in a cold sweat…” she explained the dream in as much detail as she could but it was just to hard. “I’m sorry I wish I knew more but that’s all I can explain. I don’t know anything else…”

[Abagail "Abbie" Dreyer]

Adrian was frustrated and it slightly showed on her expressions, she tried to seem upbeat and smile-ful but it seemed to die with each word the girl spoke. She was at a lose of words herself. "I see, well that is probably more than you should have gotten yourself into. It has been a secret and a hidden fact for a long time. Whatever happened to those 12 children no on ever found out. Honestly... I think they are still here. The echos in the dungeon the other night sounded more like children then adults."

She paused to think of what else she wanted to say and to think of what was best in this situation. She wasn't exactly what she wanted to do with it all now. A look of pure thought hung over her face as she concentrated on the tasks at hand. "Well... if you could try to find out anything else that you could, preferably not sneaking around but whatever will do, I would like any information the Ministry might have hid from the school. You know, the headmaster at that time was fired right after that being blamed as the reason those children disappeared... But I don't think that's the case."

She walked in a pace back and forth as she listened to the dreams. She thought of any explanation that she could and thought of all the recent activity in the school. "Yes, the dreams seem to possibly be connected to what's going on." She stopped pacing and turned to face the girl straight on, staring into her eyes with all her concentration and integrity. "Do you think, you could get that book you mentioned? I would also like if you would write down all the details in the morning that you can think of in the dream. Maybe the opening to where this is happening is possibly in the dream?" She asked of her with real hope that the girl would completely listen and help. "I know all the spooky things seem to be happening on the first floor and down in the dungeons and basements. It has to be around there somewhere. " She kept quite while her mind traveled a million places, waiting for the girls hopeful response.

[tasha]

Tash had no idea what was going on. Why on earth, out of all the students in the whole school, or anyone really, was that she was the one involved. She blamed her job or work study right now or whatever you wanted to call it. Why she blamed it on her job was beyond her but she knew it had to be the cause of something, if not a lot of problems in the Wizarding World. It was like the time the Minstery was acting stupid during the time of Lord Voldemort’s return the time of the Great Harry Potter had saved both worlds. She wondered how he had dealt with everything. Great friends was the answer to that. Although Tasha thought this was not something to share with her friends…well not yet at least. Only if she really needed help; then again knowing her she would still keep quiet.

She listened carefully and deeply as the Head Mistresses spoke. After hearing That is probably more than you should have gotten into, The Gryffindor sighed. “I know…and I’m sorry. It just sort of happened,” She replied looking down then back up at her. Hearing about the children like that, sent a shiver down her spine. *Well that would explain the voices I hear in the dreams…* she thought.

*Yay…wait not…* Tash thought once more. Again she had to ask herself, why her? This was not fair. Of course she would do anything to help, but what could she do? “Well I could try.. I mean it was an accident that I found it Its only been that once that I saw it and I have never seen it again… and again to be honest, That’s all that goes on in the dream: There is just all this darkness and screams from people. I am walking/running down the dark hall trying to find the source of what’s happening, but right when I am so close I tend to awake in a cold sweat… That’s it. Nothing else more and always the same one.” she replied. “But…I mean I could try and make it longer and see what else happens? Anything I could do to help?” she replied telling her she would try.

((Sorry for some repeats I was looking for my Muse with 3 hours of sleep! Hope its an okay post!))

[Nykolas Damien Uliel]

Nicky was wandering the corridors. Being a new professor, he got lost. He somehow managed to get into the dungeons thanks to a staircase changing when he was standing on it. He sometimes hated magic. He ran his hair through his mohawk and he continued to explore, trying to find a way out, but not wanting to ask anyone.

He heard a noise behind him. It was a thump, followed by chains clattering. He looked around him sharply, reminding himself to remain calm and not do anything drastic. The last thing he wanted was to go to any type of jail again. His hand was on the knife he kept in his cargo pants as he examined what he had heard. He followed the noise but it led him to a dead end. He was shaken. He found his way out, thankfully, and made his way to the Headmistress's office. He knocked on the door, his hand shaking.

"Mrs. Schwartz?" He asked, his Romanian accent even thicker with fear.

[Abagail "Abbie" Dreyer]

Adrian wasn't happy about evolving a student into the affairs of the schools issues but whom else was she to turn to but the people it seemed to be affecting and those that know the truth of the issues? She was worried about the effect this whole thing could have on her and was half wishing to take back everything she had asked of her but she had no choice but to trust the student and hope it would provide a good start to solving these problems. "I'm sorry you are having to be included into all this. It's not your place as a student and I understand if this is all too much for you but if your okay with this I will find a way to repay you, I promise." She said sincerely with a look stern and hard but soft on the edges showing she cared.

She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly trying to stay cool and reframed from wanting to jump and shout with fear and part sadness of the schools new found interest. The school had had no issues for so long and all of a sudden now? While she is the headmistress? It was almost too much to want to handle, but it was the exact kind of thing she had signed up for, right? Plus she could never leave with the students in trouble, her life surrounded around these students and helping and learning from them, they were quite literally her life and family.

She paused for a moment thinking for a second, then took her her wand from within her long sleeve, and flicked her wand while lightly thinking Accio and a book flew to her from a shelf along the wall. "I can try to help you with a small potion, you will have to give me a day or two to get it going, but with some Valerian Root I can get you a small potion to help you sleep more relaxed and possibly longer." She said as she flipped through the book to the potion she knew and had used herself many sleepless nights during her depression era.

Capon's Trailer Potion

4 oz warm water
3 oz of Passion Flower serum
2 twigs of Valerian Root
1 dash of Graphorn horns
1 oz of Hellebore
1 drop of Lavender extract

Combine in order 1 minute apart over medium heat. Clockwise turns till reaches pale purplish Grey, about 20 turns. Strain and keep cold for best results.

Sweeten with a drop of honey.

She turned to hear her name, she looked up to see Professor Nykolas. "Oh, hello Professor. Nice to see you." She said sweetly with a genuine smile for the first time. "Give me a second, and I will be right with you. You are more than welcome to have a seat within my office." She said as she waved her hand towards the rest of her office. She walked with the girl to her door. "Now, remember to keep this all quite, meet me later tonight for the potion." She said with a look of sympathy for her.

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(OOC: I'm proud of my little made up potion haha, at least most of the herbs I researched/ harry potter mixed ingredients haha. I lost muse on the last paragraph apparently lol))

[tasha]

Okay so the professor was taking this all better then what she expected. At least she did not think the Gryffindor was crazy. Apparently there really seemed to be something wrong. Or something was wrong, whichever tense you want to seem to be. Tasha still wondered why this was all happening to her out of everyone? How did she get involved? She was already having issues deciding on which path to choose for her life: Auror or Quidditch…and now this? Oh well no one said life was going to be easy. As the professor talked she nodded. “It is really alright. Given time I think my father was right: Everything happens for a reason, so there’s nothing to repay,” she smiled a little. That how she was. As long as she could help someone that was repay enough. She had watch the professor look through the book that just zoomed over head. Something stronger then the dreamless sleep potion, she had been using? Why was it not mention before?

As walking to the door she noticed another professor. Professor Nykolas. Though she didn’t know who he was, yet or what he taught, yet, she nodded kindly. “Thanks Professor, I really appreciate it.” she replied talking about the potion and nodded in understanding about ‘keeping this all quite’ and about returning later tonight. She hoped all this would help in the long run. With that, she walked down the hall, hearing the door shut behind her, and feel a lot better as if a heavy weight had been lifted.

((Sorry that was the best I got at 2:15 am lol I wanted to post now incase I wouldn’t be able to until the weekend? Hope its okay. I’m sort of glad she is leaving now because I was starting to get stuck lol))

[Abagail "Abbie" Dreyer]

((It's all good... since leah is gone this thread is pretty much closed then lol. I am kinda glad too cause I was losing muse on it also haha. That closes out two main plot threads so can start working on getting new ones up and running woot woot! ))

Adrian was happy that she was okay with being a part of the bigger picture. She needed people and apparently she was going to need as many people as she could get considering the Ministry wasn't any help to this before, what made them want to believe or be a part of it now? "Thank you, you have no idea how much of help you really are going to be.." She paused for a moment in thought while collecting all her 100 mile per hour thoughts that seemed to be jumping from one thought to the next.

"Also... try to not mention any of this to the Ministry if you could, the less they know or are in the better till we can really get to the bottom of this... considering they were of no help last time this happened. " She dazed off still searching in her own mind. Ideas were finally hitting her to what she need to find and look for, at least after all this research, some of it was finally paying off.

As Adrian looked over the potion closely she looked up to see Tasha possibly not in belief to this potion. "No, thank you. This potion should allow you to stay within the dream longer, to stay relaxed and more in a deep sleep.... you might find yourself not wanting to stay in these dreams and I'm afraid you might regret this later..." she said with a look of worry laid upon her face. She guided the girl to the door as she turned back to the Professor.