So.The year is 2012, and you are Vivienne O'Mailley, new student of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, not to mention a budding Charms genius and a pretty good shot with magical beams o' death. But who cares about that, anyway? You have better things to do. Namely, working out Hogwarts' fucking psychotic architecture. You've been to about four different classrooms now, and you're extremely confident you would be unable to find your way back to them. It's not enough that the hallways seemingly operate on what you could be described as Escher's nightmares at best, but the staircases move, too.God damn.But at any rate, the one thing that seems to make any sense is that the Great Hall is at the center of this bullshit. And, armed with that knowledge, you, Sarah, and the Scamanders are ready to go to your Transfiguration class.As you weave your way through the twisted corridors, Lysander won't shut up about how amazing Professor Schmidt is, how he's 'arguably the greatest asset to Transfiguration this side of Dumbledore', and all sorts of other fangirly shit. Sarah, blissfully, has a rebuttal."Lysander's in love with Professor Schmiiiiiiiiiidt, Lysander's in love with Professor Schmiiiiiiiiiidt, etcetera ad nauseuuuuuuum!"Hah.Unfortunately, the four of you don't seem to be making any progress finding the Transfiguration Lab. A quick check of your watch confirms that if you don't make it there in another ten minutes, your ass is grass, and also late.>Watcha gonna do, O'Mailley?
You can find the old threads here>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Hogwarts%20QuestVery sorry about cutting stuff off short last time, hopefully this thread will last much longer.
>>19352473Ask the pictures.Or blow holes in the walls with our magical beam of death.
>>19352509I second asking the pictures
>>19352529Yeah, this.
>>19352509"Shit, guys, what are we going to do?" Lysander asks, getting a bit frantic. "I'm not missing Professor Schmidt's class!" You shush his hysterics, and start pondering on an idea. These goddamn portraits. They're everywhere, seemingly sentient, and have probably been here a while, considering the state of some of them, so..."Excuse me, sir?" you find yourself saying to the painting of a elderly man with a fish on his head. Fuckin' Hogwarts."Eh?"Rather disturbingly, it is the fish who responds."Ah yes. How may I help you, tiny snake girl.""I was just wondering if you could help us? My friends and I are a bit lost. Do you know how to get to the Transfiguration classrooms?""Yes, yes, you take a left down that hall way, up three steps down the center staircase, turn exactly thirty-one degrees and step twice right, then left once, then..."The fish eventually conveys his instructions, and in time, you and your motley crew are at the door to the classroom. Lysander breaks from the pack to push it open, his eyes wide with glee, only to find a bespectacled man on the other side of it."Late, hmm?">How do you wanna play this one off?
>>19352618Apologize, admit the truth. If he expects first years to navigate the halls perfectly, he's crazy.
>>19352618"We got lost, sir. Not used to how these stairways move."
>>19352618Apologize
>>19352618"Sorry, sir. We lost our way; the stairs were quite difficult to navigate."
>>19352618"These hallways are loopy, sir."
>>19352634"We're very sorry, sir, we got lost. This castle's a bit on the non-Euclidean side, if you know what I mean.""Indeed. Back at Durmstrang, zere vas none of this foolishness vith the staircases. Ve had classrooms. Ve had hallvays. Zat vas all. But, no matter, I haven't started your class yet. Please take your seats." He waves to one side of the room, and it's only now that you start to realize the strangeness of the classroom. It's essentially a stadium, with desks arranged in expanding circles around what appears to be a plinth, upon which rests a pig.Huh.You and Lorcan take your seats on one level, with the wide-eyed Lysander and Sarah on another. Professor Schmidt descends into the center, and with a quick flick of his wand, begins speaking."GUTEN TAG, STUDENTS." His voice seems to be amplified for your sake, albeit a bit much."I AM TO BE YOUR TRANSFIGURATION PROFESSOR FOR THIS YEAR. MY NAME IS JOHANN SCHMIDT, AND BY GOD, BY ZE END OF ZE YEAR, YOU VILL ALL BE AT ZE VERY LEAST COMPETENT IN TRANSFIGURATION. I UNDERSTAND ZAT ZIS CLASS IS COMPOSED OF RAVENCLAWS UND SLYTHERINS, JA?" A few rather hesitant nods confirm this."GUT. NOW, TURN IN YOUR TEXTBOOKS TO PAGE FORTY-ZEVEN, UND WE VILL BEGIN."The aforementioned pages in the textbook detail the art of Transfiguring non-living solids into other non-living solids. This is very obviously impossible, but of course, magical bullshit. Eventually, it comes time for practical applications, so with another quick flick of his wand, Schmidt sends out small disks of wood, and instructs you to change them into small disks of gold. Easy, right?>Roll a d100 to find out.
>>19352634This. No sense in trying to dress up the truth. If he gets pissy, then he is an irrational fuck any ways.
rolled 34 = 34>>19352770MAGIC!!
rolled 78 = 78>>19352770For magical bullshit.
rolled 89 = 89>>19352770Come on, impossible!!
>>19352770Sure is a mulch-national teaching staff.
>>19352797I fuckin' knew it.
rolled 70 = 70>>19352770
rolled 14 = 14>>19352770Yu-mo-gue-gue-fy-di-zao
rolled 62 = 62>>19352770Come on, girl genius!
>>19352797You take out your wand, and with a click, the segments slide into place. Then, as you start focusing on the disc, the carvings on it start flickering with silvery light.There is a moment when, on the table, there is a disc of wood.Then there is not. Lorcan simply looks at you, and snorts. "Show-off."You roll your eyes, but quickly compose yourself as Professor Schmidt approaches."Done already, hmm?""Yes, sir. It just comes naturally, I suppose.""Hmph. Is zis your first time trying at solid-solid Transfiguration?""Yes, sir.""Not bad, for a first try. Now, try to turn it into a needle.">Another d100
rolled 39 = 39>>19352873ONE MOAH THING!
rolled 91 = 91>>19352873Now for an extra-pointy golden needle.
>>19352899Of course. You guys aren't cheating, are you?
rolled 27 = 27>>19352873For Science!
>>19352909Of course not. That would be wrong.
>>19352893>>19352815Clearly Uncle wants us to fail. Stop fucking rolling.
>>19352909All I want is a shower of golden needles.
rolled 56 = 56>>19352937One golden shower, coming up!
>>19352937A heroin addicts dream.
>>19352899You extend your will, and with a small pulse from your wand, the disc is now a needle. Sharp, small, and golden. Schmidt raises an eyebrow, picks it up, and lowers his glasses."Hm. Ze atom shear iz stable, ja, but ze pattern itself is irregular..." he eventually devolves into German before realizing that his students are staring at him."Vell. You haf done vell, ah, Violet?""Vivienne, sir.""Very vell indeed. Vivienne. Und I hear from Professor Flitvick zat you are qvite ze Charms Mistress as vell.""Yes, sir. He says I have a knack for it.""Und ze same for Transfiguration, no?" He smiles, and only now do you realize how young he actually is. "Class dismissed!"You meet up with your posse as your classmates disperse. Lysander's staring daggers at you, but denies it under questioning. Eventually, the snakes and ravens head their separate ways, as you all do the sensible thing, and stick with your Housemates as you walk to your History class.>Anything you'd like to talk about with Sarah or Lorcan?
>>19353022So how about this castle, weird isn't it. Seems like a nice place and the teachers seem to like me.I still can't get over the fact that we've utterly breaking conservation of energy though.
>>19353022"So, who's our History professor? Will it cover history of the magical side of the world, the non-magical side, or both?"
>>19353022>He smiles, and only now do you realize how young he actually is. Was... Was he just hitting on us? We're fucking eleven!Ask them about either German-boy being creepy, or about the looks Lysander was giving you. Lorcan could probably shed some light on the second one.
>>19353022"I wonder how these staircases move."
>>19353062No. This ain't Pedophilia Quest. Stop reading too deep into things. You're eleven, goddamnit.
>>19353080Hence my being creeped out. I never claimed it was a good thing. Glad I'm just seeing things. My second half, the one about Lysander seeming pissed, still stands, though.
>>19353062I agree. Ask whats up with Lysander.
>>19353056"Oh my god," Sarah says, shaking her head. "Don't even talk about the castle. I've been trying to map it out, like, in my head?""How's that going?" Lorcan asks."Don't, Lorc. I think I broke my brain.">>19353061"All I know is, he's called Binns and Ma hates him. She wouldn't say anything else, other than to bring a pillow." Lorcan says, yawning. "Mind you, I could do with a nap.">>19353108"So what was up with Lysander? He looked ticked after class." Lorcan grins. "He's just being jealous. Don't worry, he'll get over it. He's really into Transfiguration is all. You heard his spiel.""Oh. Good.">Hang on while I write up Binns. Incidentally, would you all care for a dream sequence?
>>19353163Yeah, sure.
>>19353163I'm cool with dream sequences.
>>19353163Sure.
>>19353163sure that sounds interesting. I'll look forward to it
>>19353080Let's discuss this further in my magical jacuzzi. Barry Whitus, Candle Lightus. Girl Excitus!
>>19353163Eventually, you and your Housemates reach the classroom you were told was Professor Binns'. Lorcan, ever the gentleman, takes the opportunity to hold the door open for you and Sarah and pretty much everyone else. Even the Gryfinndors. The classroom appears to be a relatively standard one, at least as standard as you get in Hogwarts. That is to say, the walls aren't moving.At the front of the room, there is what appears to be a, well, a ghost. Blue, no legs, looks to be from the eighteenth century. Oh god, what is this class going to be like?"Good day, first-years."You know, it is genuinely remarkable for someone who was born centuries before Ben Stein ever was to sound exactly like him. Huh.As the Professor drones on, you note your classmates dropping like flies, Lorcan, ever the prepared, making good use of his pillow. You find yourself dozing off as well, and eventually decide, after he's made it obvious that he's just going to be reading the textbook out loud, that you might as well succumb.>You awaken in a grassy field. What is your next action?
>>19353269Stand up, brush ourself off. Check our inventory and our surroundings.
>>19353269Stand up, look around.
>>19353269I seem to have forgotten that Binns is a ghost.Stand up, prepare to turn stuff into gold.
>>19353301>You stand up, and brush any dirt off of your dress. Wait, dress?>Yes, dress. You rifle through your pockets as wellDresses don't have pockets.>and find nothing. You have no inventory.>You look around the field. To the east lies more field, as does to the west. To the north there is a mountain, black as night. To the south, there is a skyscraper, shimmering in the light.What light?>You look up, and see a cataclysm of a sky. It is roiling with black clouds, which are in turn roiling with purple lightning. The only light is a huge moon, shining through the storm-clouds.>What is your next action?
>>19353369Look at our dress, give it a little twirl and show off to no one in particular.Head south but keep an eye on the moon.
>>19353369Heavy metal-looking Zork? I like it. Does the skyscraper have a mailbox?
>>19353394>No.
>>19353369Black mountain! It is clearly the more interesting place and we must investigate
>>19353369Get ye Flask.
>>19353392>You look down at your dress. It is a short affair, made of some unknown, albeit very comfortable material. It is dark green, and rather frilly.>You feel the voices in your head at odds with one another. Maybe you should let them sort out where you want to go before you go.
>>19353369Skip across the fields to tower of light.
>>19353420Quick! She's on to us!
>>19353420fine, tower of light. but that black mountain is just asking for some investigating. sitting to the north acting all mystery-slutty and all.
>>19353420Go to the south and the skyscraper. Science is our armor and our guide!
>>19353429>You decide to head for the skyscraper. You feel a compulsion to skip, and promptly do so. The light from the moon provides enough light to see, but not enough to see where your feet are landing.>You have stepped on what feels like somebody's face. What is your next action?>>19353418>You are not Jack O'Dempsey.
>>19353512investigate if feels like face, is face. attempt communication. inquire after its health
>>19353512Quickly get off the person's face and look down to see who it is. Skipping was apparently the stupid thing to do.
>>19353512Recoil, attempt to prevent buckling from shock. Instinctively observe ground.
>>19353546>You desist with your skippery. You lean down to examine the poor, battered face.>>19353551>Yes, it was.>The face is that of a young boy's. He is probably about your age, asleep and unresponsive despite your feet/asking after his health. He is wearing a blue shirt and jeans.>What is your next action?
>>19353588Poke him.
>>19353588Slap him across the face a few times to wake him up, tell him to wake up. If he doesn't wake up then make sure he's lying in a comfortable position and move on. We can't exactly carry him with us, we're 12 and not that strong.
>>19353588Go through his pockets and look for loose change. Or, you know some form of ID. Yeah, ID's what I meant, who said anything about change?
>>19353588Nice to know that stupid decisions will have consequences.Anyway, see we can wake him up, slap his face a few times. If no response, check pockets for identification. If nothing, then continue walking towards the skyscraper.
>>19353601>You poke him on the nose.>He sneezes.>>19353603>You slap him on the cheek. He simply rolls over. His skin feels cold, like a corpse.>>19353605>You rifle through his pockets, you dirty thief. Your efforts produce nothing. Although, his face does seem to be growing more familiar, now.>What is your next action?
Slapping? Is that how y'all wake folks?Shit--turn that boy into gold.
>>19353626Concentrate on his face and try to figure out where we've seen him.
>>19353626Continue to the golden tower. He seems to be a lost cause.
>>19353630No.
Whisper something to gain his attention. "Hello?" "Are you okay?" "Hello?"
>>19353626move on. He seems peaceful enough as is and can move so he probably isn't in need of our attention. Walk deliberately but carefully toward the tower in the south
>>19353639>You focus on his face.>You remember where you saw him. He was a student, you think, at Hogwarts. A Ravenclaw. You sat near him in one of your classes. How odd. You try and focus on his name.>It is no use.>What is your next action.
>>19353672Continue south to the skyscraper.
>>19353626So, what's this about Red Hood being Joshua?
>>19353694TWEWY Quest. The flask comment.
>>19353672Ignore the plebeian. He obviously values sleep more than human contact.We shall continue on towards the tower.
>>19353693>You decide to keep on going to the tower, leaving the poor boy to sleep. As you walk (not skip), you notice other people laying in the field. It was a miracle you didn't step on anyone else.>In time, you arrive at the skyscraper. It is huge and imposing and silver. It does not appear to have been built, more like it was grown from glass and silver filigree. How fascinating. Of course, you notice a problem.>There is a door leading inside, but it is guarded by a woman with the body of a lion and the wings of an eagle. A sphinx. She has not noticed you yet.>What is your next action?
>>19353743Hmm...myth says that we will need to answer the Sphinx's riddle. Should we chance it?
>>19353743Approach the Sphinx and take the test. Risk for knowledge is worthwhile.
>>19353743Get the boy, drag his body back to the Sphinx.Challenge it to a riddle.
>>19353743approach the beast and get ready for a riddle. We are Vivienne O'Mailley and no magical bullshit creature will best us! (especially not in our own dream)
Okay, first we were compared to Grindelwald, then young Voldy, now we're having this dream about an increasingly-disturbing landscape. I get the feeling evil-future-us is going to be either in the tower or on the mountain.
We should have checked to boy for birthmarks.
>>19353743I am now wondering if this tower resembles the fancy telescoping wand any.
>>19353763>You approach the sphinx.>As soon as it sees you coming, it stands straighter and frantically tries to clean itself up."Good evenin', Miss O'Mailley," it says. "I hope everythin' is as yeh wish?">What is your next action?>>19353801>What a fascinating idea.
>>19353822Whose voice does it sound like to us?
>>19353822"Not quite everything. I would like to know why all these people are lying here. Also, what does this fascinating building contain?"
>>19353866>Someone. Someone from Hogwarts. The Keeper of the Keys. Hagrid. Yes, him.
>>19353822What the American Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher doing here with the appearance of a sphinx?Did he raise an army and conquer our dreams?
>>19353822"Thank you. I believe that things are working out well. May I go inside?"
>>19353882>>19353913"Not quite everything. I would like to know why there are all these people lying around here.""Well, Miss, they're sleeping, aren't they?" It gives you a nervous grin."Ah. Well, I should like to go inside." "Oh, of course, Miss, jes' a moment." It hurries over to the door and carefully pulls it open. >The inside of the tower is a black void.>What is your next action
>>19353946>I have forgotten my question mark. How foolish of me.
>>19353946Step in confidently.
>>19353946Jump. Jump right in like we're diving into a swimming pool.
Ask the sphinx if she is happy. Observe reaction to gauge power dynamic.
>>19353946We enter. Cue the dark wizard, mask and cloak obscuring any identity in 5, 4, 3...
>>19353946Ask the Sphinx what's up.Also, not exactly revelent at the moment, but what do we look like? I just need hair colour, eye colour, and approximate height to get the iage of Lina Inverse out of my head.
>>19353946hmm black void? lets hold off on walking into that. Grill the hagrid/sphinx about the people. it seemed nervous and we might suspect that it doesnt not have our well being in mind...
>>19354006"Grilling" needs to be done subtly.
>>19354002As I recall, we're Irish/Welsh, so that may not be too far off. Our parents might also be Indian immigrants, though, so you could picture that if you prefer.
>>19354041indian Lina Inverse sounds good
damn dreams
>>19353976>Before you step inside, you shoot a glance at the sphinx."Are you happy?""Oh, yes, Miss O'Mailley, very happy indeed." >It does not seem so much frightened of you as nervous about you. Hm. There's a lot about this you don't quite understand.>You decide to do the sensible thing and ask the sphinx about all this."Tell me, when was the last time somebody went into the tower?""Oh, jes' you, Miss. Always jes' you.""Good. And the people?""Oh, they jes' sleep, Miss. Nuffin' ta be done about 'em.""I see. Well, then. Good-bye.">You step into the tower. It remains, dark, and as you walk a few more steps in, the sphinx shuts the door behind you.>As she does, the tower becomes lit, and you can see the centerpiece of it.>A massive spiral staircase, that only leads to the top. It's wrought out what looks like iron, pitted and scarred. At the very top of the stair, you can see it go into the ceiling.>What is your next action?
>>19354041>>19354046Well, one of our parents is of Indian descent, but is either Irish or Welsh by reason of nationality. Was our father the astrophysicist, or was he the theoretical geneticist?
>>19354103Kill the Crimson King.
>>19354103climb stairs. maybe inspect the staircase to make sure it wont collapse if we climb it.
>>19354104I've been considering the astrophysicist the father.As for her actual appearance, I sort of forgot about the whole Indian thing, just been sort of visualizing her as brunette with glasses, but that's just me.
>>19354103Ascend the staircase.
Clap to see if anything happens. Does someone respond, attend, or take notice? Stand and listen for a second or two.
>>19354103Climb to the top of the world.
>>19354103Climb up the tower. Find what's up there.
>>19354135>but that's just me.So is everyone good with Delicious Brown Lina?
>>19354132>You first examine the stairs, but they seem sturdy enough. Just worn down, with the passage of time.>>19354163>You ascend. It takes much less time than you would have though to reach the top, but as you get there, you see that the stairs lead to a trap door in the middle of the ceiling. Opening it reveals a huge room, overlooking the field and the mountain.>And the storm.>Also of note is the occupant of the room. A long desk separates the two of you, and all you can see your position is the back of his hooded head.
>>19354182Fine by me, but I think I might stick closer to Lina Classic, she reminds me of my sister as a kid.
>>19354213>the back of his hooded headWE ARE IN THE DARK TOWER, WE MUST KILL THE CRIMSON KING.
>>19354237>He is not wearing red, I feel the need to point out. In fact, he's just wearing a plain black hooded jacket.
>>19354213Converse with our evil twin.
>>19354213Call out to Darth Vivienne.
Feign confidence, and simply say hello.
>>19354279>>19354278>>19354269>Before you say anything, the figure stands and turns."Hello, Vivienne.">His voice is quiet, yet resounding. And reassuring. You have nothing to fear from this voice, it says. Nothing at all.>You do not recognize him. As far as you know, he's not at Hogwarts, and you've certainly never met him outside of it. You would remember those eyes.>What is your next action?
>>19354322If we can see his eyes, we can see his face- What does he look like?
>>19354322Speak and question him."Hello. I can only assume that either you are my subconsciousness, or this is more magical wankery."Please answer which one you are."
>>19354381>He is pale. Of course he's pale, you're a preteen girl having a dream about a mysterious, tall, dark, older boy. What the hell were you expecting?>He does, however, not look like someone you would fantasize about. His features are all too hawkish, too sharp. You could cut yourself on his cheekbones. Scarred, as well, not just slightly, over the eye or on the jaw, no, it looks like he'd been attacked by someone with the express idea of cutting up his face.>And then there are his eyes. Like staring into the barrels of a gun. Cold, dark, and deadly. He frightens you.>On a primal scale.>>19354385"Hello," you say. "I can only assume that either you are my subconsciousness, or this is more magical wankery. I don't suppose you could specify?">He chuckles at that, and responds."Oh, I'm far more magical wankery than subconsciousness. I can't speak for the rest of the dream, of course, but at the very least, you can be sure I've got nothing to do with it.">What is your next action?
>>19354462"Who, and perhaps what, are you, then?"
>>19354237>>19354131AND THEN ROLAND WAS LITTLE GIRL.>AS WELL
>>19354462"Could you then please identify yourself, sir."
>>19354462attempt to change the room about, by which i mean give me a chair and switch the desk around.after succeeding at that I'll say "no reason not to be comfortable while i get to the bottom of this"
>>19354478"Then who, or what, are you?">He doesn't answer right away."You know, that's a very good question.""That's not really an answer.""You are really going to have to get used to it.">He smiles. Why are his canines that pointed, you wonder.>>19354519"I don't suppose you could identify yourself, sir.">He looks hurt by your tone."Well, certainly. You can just go ahead and call me Merlin. Have a seat.""We've lots to talk about.
>>19354565And I believe I may have to knock off there, gents. And I also believe I forgot my closing quotation marks, too. Ah well. If some kind anon would like to archive this, that'd be swell. I'm not really sure when I'll next be able to do this, but I'd hazard a guess at either Tuesday or Wednesday.That okay with everybody?
>>19354586Sure.And we're going to need to get to the bottom of why Merlin is rummaging around in an 11-year old girl's head.
>>19354586Either night is fine by me.
>>19354586http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/19352473/Archiving complete. And I'd prefer Tuesday.
