Scotland, October 1991
"Happy Holloween Justin"
"Happy Halloween El"
Mid Autumn, the whole castle or Hogwarts was in their festive mode today. It was the time for Hallowe'en Feast. The two boys greeted each other, Tasia busy greeting others.
The hall is festooned with candy - filled pumpkins, apples, black cauldrons of big lollipops, carrot cake, bats, orange streamers, goblets of coloured candy, possibly pumpkin juice, and all sorts of Hallowe'en-related decorations. There's also the expected entertainment at the end, this may be by the Hogwarts Ghosts who pop out of the walls and do formation gliding. It's a highly anticipated feast which most Hogwarts students look forward to every year.
Elliot, unlike from the rest, was high up guard today. What will happen today, is one of the major events that will happen this year. And maybe also the forming of those madafackin trio.
Would be cool if Elliot interrupt their forming and save Hermione himself but he's not that risky to do that much. It will change tons of shit in the future.
Currently, there was no any any ruckus yet. In the warm crowded of the Great Hall, there's the floating bright creepy looking pumpkins as well as the sweet tooth feast that are making them crave as Dumbledore's speech is slower than a turtle.
"Let the feast... begin!"
It's been so long since that phrase was heard, back then at the first day of the school year, 2 months already. The four long tables of 280 students, from first to seventh year, was bundled with bunch of sweet foods and greasy meats, thirst liquids of juices that overflows from their pitcher.
Elliot expect this to be a troublesome day. Not tiring, but rather- troublesome. So to exchange, he stored more food in his mouth than usual, surprising his classmates a little bit.
"Are you a fan of sweets Faust?"
Elliot looked up seeing the conversational faces of his fellow first year Slytherin's, his name 'Faust' being called meaning not close to him that much to call him Elliot.
"Yeah I guess so," Elliot then answered. Where they continued to swallow their food, talking to each other, having fun altogether.
It was noisy and everyone was howling like hungry wolves that hasn't eaten for years. It was bugging to Justin's usually calm and peaceful ears, who have always avoided chaotic or loud places. While Tasia was one the people that was causing it.
Through the ruckus yet happy one, Elliot was conscious. In a minute or so, the Mountain Troll will be definitely down in the dungeon. Looking at the other tables, he gulps discreetly hiding himself in the crowd, standing up making his way through.
"Hey" His deep husky voice interrupted the quiet Ravenclaws who were minding their own business, in their own table.
Justin looked to the side to his friend, who had a needy face. Not the dirty one aight..
The Ravenclaw's harbored a wondering and interested face, looking forward to sneak their ears to what the two are conversing..
"Yaah?" Justin asked.
Elliot sighed, looking at the peeking students who absolutely have desire of knowing his matter. He crunched his fist, pulling Justin away from the table, going outside the hall, in a squat form, careful to not be seen. Though as they looked back, Tasia seems to spot what they're doing, but was distracted as Ron Weasley called onto her.
Both was in relief, where Justin promptly got his arms back from Elliot's iron tight grip, groaning seeing the red marks it left.
"No need to hold that tight dude," Complained the hunk.
"Yes, I know, but let's forget about that... -" Elliot responded.
The two, walking away from the hall, Elliot let the first word.
"Listen-" His voice was rough, and was in rush.
"I need you to go to the Training Grounds far back from the field. You know what I'm talking about right?"
Elliot asked.
Justin nodded, imagining the place, place near the place they usually train at. "Yeaaah?..."
"Good, now I need you to grab something for me. It's obvious since it's the only thing there. Get that. And importantly, bring it to your room. Your OWN room-"
"Why so? Why not your room?" Justin was puzzled. Sure, grab it, but why his own room? So he immediately cut off Demetrius who still was in unknown rush.
Elliot just sighed, "Just do it.." It was not that commanding, but a request. Justin had his eyebrows arched high but nevertheless, as Elliot pat his back to go, he followed the path where the place should be.
Elliot smiled, as he sent off his way down the stairs, to hear the screaming voice of the students in the hall. The Mountain Troll.
Quirell must have already let it inside under Voldemort's order, and students are now panicking so. It was in sudden quiet, just how the past played out. Dumbledore now probably had the prefects to control over.
The smirking lad was in hurry down, it will be tough as Hermione will be there to witness him, so laughing confidently, he took out a thing.
A black one with two holes. Simply, a mask. Accompanied by a turtle neck reaching in the bottom part, fully covering his face. Now with this, it will be impossible for Hermione to even bother find him among the 280 students body. As she's probably smart enough to not even try.
Getting the whole Troll's body to sell it will not be worth it, even though it will pay a lot. It will be a suspicious thing. The professors will interrogate all students, as well as the professors. So then, Quirell will be easily found out and the Philosophers Stone will be in more strict hiding. And that ain't the thing that Elliot wants.
So his only goal is the skin. It's skin is one of the important ingredients of the hard Rudimentary Potion.
No further thought, he's quick on his feet to get onto the girl's bathroom, light step for nobody to notice him. The hoard steps he hears now must be the two boys, Ron and Harry.
Elliot didn't care as he finally reached near the bathroom, as the raging troll took notice of him. Who swallowed deep, staring.
It was very big and huge. And tall, like Tall Tall.
Its height and size alone is already terrifying. Probably why it's places in the mid ranks among the beast.
Elliot looked at it, who was wild, moving carelessly destroying the green lamps and the walls that were too small for him.
Elliot backed off, as the raging Troll made his way close to him, his big bat thingy swaying around, meanwhile, his feet alone is causing a huge crack to the tiled floor, just like an earthquake would do.
It was a mess basically.
"Calm down, calm down... big guy..." Elliot's voice was neither shaky or in fear, rather, cringing as the snot was nearning to pop up and burst, possibly will be covering his small body.
Elliot was having his hand ready down to his holster bag, where the deep grunting Troll, in any moment, is ready to attack him and flip his head out of this universe.
Just in time, as his bat was waving furiously in the air, directing at Elliot's head, the silver wand of the boy already made a spell, it's way onto the trolls body.
That spell casted was just a simple one.
"Petrificus Totalus!"
As the incoming bat was just an inch away from his head, the Troll was petrified in his place, unmoving, but due to his huge build, it will took only some seconds before he finally goes out again.
Thus, taking the small time, Elliot once again took out a thing, a practical knife. Whom made its way through the skin of the growling and noisy Troll, going in deep, as Elliot disgustingly push it more, like a butcher, going down, taking the knife out, and as the petrification was gone, a decent size of the troll's skin dropped on the floor. Blood, and some unknown liquids in different colors came out staining his clean uniform.
Elliot smiled but it was not done yet.
Getting the skin from the floor, he jumped back, avoiding the stomping feet of the being, "Motherfucker that surprised me!" once again, he casted offensive spell to keep him away, "Expulso!"
It was an explosive charm, blowing off away the Mountain Troll back to the bathroom, Elliot turning away, the skin acquired. Smirking.
But for a moment there, Elliot sweared he saw some human figure just right close to the bathroom.