She'd heard rumors that put her mind in a twist. Every city has its legends. Every story, its heroes and its heroes to every side of a story. Hogwarts had its legends all the same, though at least half of them may have been created just for the mystique. But it was a rite of passage, the discovery, the search. She had read Hogwarts a History over three years because it was a history book. Not as easy a read as some of the other subjects that were ambrosia to her mind. But she had come across a mention of a s upposed Chamber of Secrets. It was rather too much on the nose for her, but if nothing else perhaps it could be a space for retreat. a sanctuary.
She barreled up the stairs towards the boy's dormitories. "You better be dressed because I'm coming in." She did knock at the very least, waiting a full three seconds before she pushed open the door. Teen boys were ew. Sure ,they had the potential to be cute, but they were juvenile and only superficially cute, and still very stupid. Despite her bravado, she really hoped the lot of them were dressed.
Shit, why was Micah--Edgar had spilled food on his shirt at lunch and had come upstairs to change, and he was digging around for--"Wait," he hissed, but it was hardly going to be heard from the other side of the dormitory door--girls weren't meant to be in here! At least he was alone in here; it was a Friday afternoon, so his roommates were far from the dungeon.
He was hardly fashionable, but Edgar still dressed a certain way, which meant he couldn't just pull on any old shirt whenever he felt like it. The boy pulled on a white button-up just as Micah came barging in, and he turned his back to her and started buttoning it up.
"What do you want?" Edgar snapped over his shoulder at Micah.
"Shy much, mate? It's not like I haven't been swimming with blokes before." He was getting dressed, but she'd had cousins. And she'd also had physical education and a pool at school at one point. To the point, she was very glad he was dressed. She shook her head and dropped onto the nearest bed to wait. Patiently.
Micah could be Cheshire patient when she wanted, even if she didn't smile nearly as much for such a role. But was the cunning that counted. And the playfulness, a haunting dubiousness or possibility behind gleaming eyes. Of course she hadn't holed herself up in the bathroom at any point in her childhood. Children don't come home from school cryin because of cruelty they shouldn't have met, and they don't make faces in a mirror for hours, concoctinv scenarios of power and tribution. That was time past. But lessons learned, how to smoothe anger and pain, hide thinking and craft.
The book was heavy on her lap, a comforting warmth of worn leather. She considered EJ carefully, weighing whether to ask questions of him. He was so snappish at times, she was wary of dealing with his posturing. He wasn't warm and friendly any more than she was usually. But she was curious. Did he ever laugh genuinely? Was there ever a tiem when he wasn't trying to posture prowess and confidence? She sighed and busied herself with flipping to the section on Hogwarts lore and legends. "I found something interesting, of the capital sort. So naturally I figured I'd share it with you so we could investigate. If you're up for it."
Shy? "I'm not shy," Edgar grumbled as he continued to angrily button the shirt, missing a few times because he clearly needed to work on controlling himself better, if only because his parents would approve and it would only help him take over the family business.
When his shirt was fully buttoned, he turned toward Micah and crossed his arms over his chest. "What have you got then, and how dangerous is it?"
She laughed at him, internally, behind a small smile. So this was what it felt like to sense how people responded, to sense you could ask certain things, say certain things, and elicit certain reactions. It made her giddy, and a breathy chuckle fought behind her teeth. Instead, Micah just smirked at him. She could needle him later. "How dangerous do you want it to be? It's not like we'll be facing monsters. Or death." That last part might have come as an after thought. But his fear made her emboldened, not to have power over it but because it made her aware of her own What if there was a lair beneath the castle? With a long dead mythic snake? They were Slytherins, and just as much as Gryffindors, you couldn't fear something if you forced yourself to go right at it.
Not facing monsters or death--right, Edgar could get on board with that. "What is it then? Just spit it out, Micah." Edgar tapped his foot a few times impatiently. His expression soured likewise, and his teeth were gritted. He and Micah got into all sorts of shenanigans, and he liked her for it, but he wasn't a very patient person. He never pretended to be either.
She chewed through all her responses in her head and responded dryly. "There's a lair somewhere beneath or in the castle, I've read. Two, actually, I think. One is supposed to be some 'chamber of secrets' whatever that means, and it had this giant snake that Harry Potter killed. Probably isn't even there anymore. But it's supposed to be the inheritance of our House." Because that's what it meant. It was built by their founding father, so of course they should be able to get in. It was only a matter of being clever enough to do so Any place with a name like "Chamber of Secrets" was bound to be hidden and protected by some secret password.
"Chamber of secrets"? What a lame name. Edgar was excited. "Let's go," he said. Oh, wait, he wasn't wearing any shoes. "Fuck," he hissed, dropping onto his bed and getting to work to change that. "Where do we find it?" The name was lame, but the fact that there was a giant snake was pretty damn cool, even if he randomly got the shivers because he started thinking about it. And the fact that it was the inheritance of Slytherin was pretty cool. Whatever that meant.
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"It's stupid, innit?" A name as such was a waste of power,and for all its intrigue she was expecting no more than a dingy dungeon - without any chains or bones. @edgarhalifax stumbled over his realization that he was still barefoot, and once he righted himself she dropped onto a trunk at the end of one of the beds and pulled a book out of her bag. "That's the problem. You need to help me figure it out. I have this, but books don't have all the answers apparently." That left a sour taste in her mouth that she couldn't reconcile. "There must be an entrance from our common room, or from the dungeons somewhere."
Right stupid it was, but Edgar didn't offer that aloud. He was busy preparing himself and thinking of all the possibilities. If Salazar Slytherin--bright man that he was--had hidden a chamber somewhere with valuable secrets, dangerous magic, or something in between, then it was his duty to find it.
"If he wanted it hidden, it wouldn't be from the common room," Edgar offered with little hesitation. He was so sure of himself, never even considering that the Chamber of Secrets could be a hoax. He hopped to his feet and stared at Micah. "Nothing in there's helpful then? Let's not waste any time."