Everything was eerie quiet. The halls are not packed, no figures could be seen, it's was a silent wind that was brushing Elliot's sweaty face, running away from the scene.
He legitimately, even though had a high rate of success, got nervous and pretty anxious when the duo, Harry and Ron almost caught him up back there. And almost when a shadow he was familiar pops up in front of him.
Nevertheless, he gained his wanting.
It took a while before Raizel got the letter that was written by Elliot, a letter that listed different ingredients for the Rudimentary Potion, as well as the time to actually give the items listed on that letter that is written by Elliot "needed". Elliot specifically sent the package full of the ingredients' off to Justin's room, as if Elliot got caught why he is alone in the dungeon with the troll wandering, he will get questioned, and also, his room will be investigated, and if the inspectors see such trunk full of 'different items', he will definitely be sent off to the Ministry. That's why conclusion, he thought ahead and quickly put in in Justin's room, as each Ravenclaw has their own room. Lucky them.
But nevermind that, everyone gone well. Exceptance if someone did saw him without his knowing...
In the long mid corridor of the dungeon, Elliot's step was slight but quietly trembling on its own. He does know that the professors will soon get here, but he doesn't know where they will go. So he needs to be careful about the direction he's going.
His hands brushing away in the cobblestone wall, his steps unheard in the ground, he peaked his head outside the u-turn of the corridors, from which terrifically for him, there's steps, loud uncaring steps that was rushing.
Elliot internally cursed onto himself, where he is right now, there's only two choices, whether go back to the girl's bathroom where he will get found out by the golden trio, or go to the U-turn where there's an unknown steps incoming in.
But thinking, scratching his temple as he rub the bridge of his nose, it's an obvious step.... for a person. Not people, but person. A single person steps, that was loud..
If he's somehow right, Quirell, McGonagall, and Snape was altogether when they were coming down to go get the troll. Meaning, the steps gotta be more loud, and also many.
It piqued his curiosity, looking once again after backing off in the wall, his head turning, he closed his eyes a bit, only to suddenly curse in relief expression.
"Wha- Elliot!?"
"Yeah... What are you doing here....?"
Elliot voice was silent but obviously in exclamation, and the person he encountered, is none other than the troublemaker Tasia, wearing a legitimate confuse, anxious, and caught expression.
"Look! Hermione is in there, she may be a smart annoying ass but she is alon-"
Elliot immediately cut her off, realizing her traits probably made her go to the bathroom to save Hermione, where Tasia must have not know yet that the duo, Harry and Ron is already there. If Elliot doesn't actually stop her, will she be in the... Golden Quartet?. But it's understandable that she's here, back then, she's the kid that is always the "hero".
"I know, but youre gonna get in trouble for that. Trust me. The professors are already there, so go now.." If somehow she get caught along by the trio, Snape might do some shit to her mind secretly and again, accidentally know about the technique.
Elliot pat her back, who was hesitating whether to agree with Elliot or not. But she gulped, inverting her eyes in another direction sweating, "your sure- professors right?"
Elliot nodded surely, and she swallowed her breath in, her steps light, turning back to where she came from. Running slightly as she is in guard for incoming professors.
Elliot sighed, his common room in sight. But before Tasia was gone away from his eyes, he called out, "T-Tasia!"
The girl turned away, shrugging as she looked at Elliot.
"What?"
"Was it- you? The shadow.."
His eyes was looking for answers, hoping there's one. But Tasia simply arched her eyebrows, puzzled.
"nevermind..."
Elliot was hesitant, the shadow he saw was already there at the scene, meaning, it can't be possibly Tasia who is just coming right now.
It must be his paranoia probably. He's going crazy right?
The two 11 years olds, gone on to their way back to their common room, as the chaotic events eventually was stopped by the professors in the bathroom.
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"What even is this?"
Justin was fidgeting his fingers, his teeth chattering as even himself is pretty nervous about the trolls coming in through the Halloween night. And here he thought that this Halloween couldn't not get any better. Sure, but maybe replace better with worse. Every Halloween he got back at the orphanage, he didn't even need to dresses up like a scary character, his messy clothes, dirty face and broken glasses is enough to make it seems like he's a zombie. He didn't have any merry dinner, or candy giving, also a grand celebration or parties for so. So after the things that happened today, the grand buffet, candies scattered around, the spooky atmosphere, he thought it's a day to remember. But the troll's just gotta ruin it.
Justin looked at his hands, carrying the big tightly wrapped box, leather cover with markings of if he recalls, a mark for the rising company 'Owling'. It was pretty popular since it was just near the city of the Appalachian Children's Home, where Justin lives, so he definitely have seen the logo.
He wiggled his eyebrows, arching it showing his confusion. Is Elliot somehow related to the company?
He doesn't need to doubt whether it's really the company Owling since the literal name is carved into the leather cover. Elliot was pretty quirky about this thing just earlier, must be important. Everyday as events passes, Justin keeps getting more suspicious, surprise, yet also interested to his friend. Not in a sexual way but maybe... he doesn't even know himself. He seems always like a prophet, that known what's going to happen here and then. Like a person who is in control of what's gonna happen to him.
He sighed closing his eyes for a bit. Feeling the strain from the too much reading back at the library.
His room is clean as usual, no mess, stottering layered books in the wall, and his lamp light lighting the lonely place.
It was raining bad, a storm maybe. There was lightnings that may have make it a worse night to others. Since there was the Great Lake just near, the sound of the maelstromic waves, like a tsunami is coming makes it more louder and worse. A Terrible Day.
Justin sighed rubbing his messy unkempt brown hair, sweat flowing down on his cheeks and neck, looking at the package once again.
Tumbling over to his bed exhausted, he stretched his arms as well as his feet, getting back up again slightly interested at the trunk-like baggage. When he was carrying it, it was juggling like glass jars hitting each other. He definitely felt some liquids that were inside it.
Just what is the thing really?
His feet initiatively took a step, step closer to the thing in the ground. The rain was very loud, and probably sleeping isn't his priority right now. Maybe something to bored him off.
He clicked close to the trunk, scanning it once again, finding no change but he felt there's gotta be something else. Standing up completely, approaching in a sneaking manner, he touched the cravings with his white fingers, brushing through it.
It felt rough, he was urging to open off the small lock key that was in the middle, for his door to open making him gulp in his place.
'Oh thank God...'
Unlike what he thought that it would be Elliot catching him, it was just his house prefect looking at him weirdly. "Your okay right? No damage done?" The boy prefect asked Justin as he lays his hand on the door knob. "Yeah, I am," Justin nodded as the uninterested prefect ignored him off closing the door going back to prefect job checking of the student body.
Justin gripped his fist tight, feeling unwell falling himself to sleep.
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"Now everyone, no need to fear what happened yesterday. As such, our Hogwarts Professors have already taken of the matter... doing our best to find what caused... such thing" Professor McGonagall was in her subtle manner again for today. It was a fine Transfiguration class for Elliot. Not that much, just some bunch of theories and reading.
He looked onto his side Tasia close to him, smiling as flying lesson was today, as it only occurs once every weekdays. And Tasia is pretty good at it. Elliot lightly smiled back, turning around to the face of McGonagall staring at a certain boy. The brown haired green eyes boy. Harry.
"Well, it's more good to perhaps prepare for the upcoming Quidditch match this week. Not all are needed to attend but I assure you it's a fun event. Harry, good luck, I've heard your doing good in your practice sessi-"
Elliot kept his ears shut tight. He doesn't need to bother hearing bias compliments. He looked at the delighted golden trio who were patting the flustered blushing Harry, thanking the professor for the praise.
As the bell ring its great sound of break time, Elliot immediately got up from his seat promptly going straight out of the door, Tasia's catching up shortly. "Will you attend the match this week? Everyone said it's gonna be great!" Her voice was definitely excited, anoyyingly excited maybe. Elliot rolled his eyes jokingly, seeing the approaching Justin who just in time got off his Charms Class also. "I'm feeling good today, felt like going a breakthrough for today's training.." Even though Justin's face doesn't show it, his ears are brightly lit up, a way to show his real feelings. "Shut up Nerd, no one asked you," The bushy haired girl replied salty of her improvements. "Yeah, talks the one who can't still grasp the inner ability of Core Enha-"
"Ey Ey, take it easy.. out in public aren't we?
Elliot quickly hid Justin's small lips, shutting him off as the boy sweatdropped embarrassingly.
"By the way, arent you gonna grab your 'package' anytime soon?" As Justin asked the question, Elliot was quickly reminded of the package Raizel sent in for the letter he sent about few weeks back. "Right, maybe now?" Elliot arched his eyebrow, looking at Justin as Tasia pouted not understanding the boy's conversation. "Cool, sure."
There was a small free time before the flying lesson, as it was a lesson that requires a preparation. Thus, Tasia was first asked to get their items for the lesson though wanting to go with them, shes mature enough not to argue. Justin and Elliot together took off to the high tower of the Ravenclaw's common room, the cold wind of the afternoon in the open windows gently slapping their face. Elliot could say towers are definitely better. They're high sure, harder to get down, but this scenery? It's worth it. Everything was in view, the big surrounding Great Lake, the Forbidden Forest, the faraway Shrieking Shack, the side place of Training Grounds, and also the place where Dumbledore's future grave will be placed... If he dies that is..
They arrived at the common room, Elliot viewing it the first time for this life, it was just like usual to be honest, but after the Battle of Hogwarts, he can definitely differentiate the difference before and after the battle. Justin asked him to stay out outside as any outsiders in other houses are strictly not allowed.
Elliot nodded letting him go off inside.
He was pretty wary if someone gets suspicious about the package. He secretly got it by the Shrieking Shack as it was left off by Raizel personally there, as Elliot didn't really bother to make it a secret that Shrieking Shack is connected to Hogsmeade, where Raizel is just close at.
What's inside you ask? Not really that much, not really important also... or maybe it is.
Again, it's the ingredients for the Rudimentary Potion, and also maybe some notes about the current business plan, advancement, and also things to consider for the productions for his company, but really, Raizel is indeed the real CEO, he's the one handling all the things. And Elliot isn't that greedy to not credit him for it. As anyway, he gets the most money he rarely needs currently.
Rudimentary Potion... He swore he already heard that word before. But just not... put his finger on it. Oh well...
Remembering the package, the ingredients are so many that it needed to be put on a big safe trunk, all stored in a glass jar that are specially enhanced to not break easily. And many ingredients, you know it. Harder process to make the potion.
It may took months to make such things between busy full day classes and carefulness if he were to do the potion in Hogwarts secretly. As he doesn't know the importance of the potion. It may be a very important one as the ingredients are obviously many and also some ingredients are rare. Or it may actually also just a common potion and hes just being stupidly caring for it, but it's better to be safe than sorry.
"Here we go."
The sound of Justin's light and clear voice took his head in the reality, his eyes wandering to the big trunk untouched. "You didn't open it did you?" Elliot slyly asked, looking mischievous at Justin who snorted. "Your really asking me that? Me, Justin?"
Elliot chortled, grabbing the trunk like its 'his personal trunk' to wear off any suspicions. Two of them got to the base floor meeting Tasia handing them their broomstick. But Elliot passed first, allowing themselves to go first at the Training Field and let himself be late for few minutes to the Flying Lesson. Going down to the dungeon checking his trunk.
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Elliot let a big sigh from the suppress of wariness. He just encountered a professor just on his way to his room, luckily, it's the nonchalant Quirell who probably have done some hidden business down here. He was interested to see really the back of his face if it's really hideous or not. Unfortunately, with the recent accident, it seems the turban is well made to keep the back face hidden good.
Enough of that, he turned to lock his door for unnecessary guest to any curious fellow who might come barging in accidentally catching him doing shit and stuff.
After theb, he let his body rest at the pretty soft mattress, brushing the dust of the pretty dirty package. Smiling excited, he opened the leather package with the lock password '69420', seeing the properly wrapped glass jar full of the different wizarding ingredients.
There was some he hasn't seen before, and if it's not seen by him yet, it must be surely expensive or rare. Everything was weird, dragon scales, some magical beast eyes, teeth, or skin, like the one he has, the mountain troll's one. There's also some shiny like items, like a pearl in the ocean brimming widely under the summer sun.
It was diverse, there was several papers in the side, one from the business development, another one, a paper from different messages by the Owlers, as well as one from the list of ingredients.
He felt the other papers, the messages and about the company are better off later night, realizing he kinda felt nostalgic already even if they only were together for a short time especially with the messages one. He instead grabbed the list of ingredients in an order manner, and the handwriting is obviously coming from the rough yet charming hands of the strict pureblooded Raizel Philip.
It seems it's complete, nothing missing out.
He was eager to immediately test experiments of whether how to make the certain Potion, just literally skip his way out of the flying class. But as he hears the yet another bell ringing its 'not - so' beautiful noise, he closed off the trunk back to its place going upstairs to the Training Grounds.