A Magical Roleplaying Experience 

 #30245  by Eardwulf the Archer
 
Location: Hogwarts Great Hall • Date: Sept 3


Eardwulf sat at a window, staring outside. It was pouring with rain, which meant his sparring match with Gryffindor had been cancelled. Instead, he had been assigned reading a scroll with offensive magic spells.

Reading hurt his eyes, though, which was why he was now letting the candle burn down (on the table across from him, of course) as he stared out the window, watching the rain come down. It was a miserable day, he thought. Just miserable.
 #32464  by Peeves the Poltergeist
 
Peeves had come into existence not too long ago, but already he had gained tremendous notoriety in the castle. For the most part, people wondered how to get rid of the poltergeist. Nothing seemed to work. A wealthier student had put a bounty on his head, but chaos couldn't be destroyed, and Peeves was still there, more energetic and devious than ever, and very, very keen to be noticed and to disrupt things.

He'd appeared above a student in the Great Hall, observing things for a quiet second before turning invisible and floating down towards the student.

As silently as he could, Peeves blew out the candle.
 #32566  by Eardwulf the Archer
 
Eardwulf whirled around, brandishing the wand that had been crafted for him. "You'll pay for that!" he snapped, looking in all directions. He couldn't see anyone. Weird. He had thought maybe it was that younger student, the one with a penchant for stealing things, but she was nowhere to be seen.

"Show yourself!"
 #32638  by Eardwulf the Archer
 
Eardwulf howled, tossing his head around. "What the--" he exclaimed, trying to shake off whatever had his ears. Then it hit him. He remembered hearing someone talk about the spirit that inhabited the keep. "It's you, isn't it?" he asked, turning around slowly. "The poltergeist."
 #32680  by Peeves the Poltergeist
 
Peeves had no intention whatsoever of explaining himself. In lieu of a response, he drifted towards the other end of the table, where a large rat was feasting on a forgotten piece of bread on the floor. The poltergeist grabbed it by the tail, and flung it at the Gryffindor. He wouldn't say he tormented the students, strictly speaking. He simply enhanced their lives.
 #32767  by Eardwulf the Archer
 
When the rat came flying at him, Eardwulf ducked, managing to avoid it. He then straightened up, narrowing his eyes. Now he was annoyed, and he brandished his wand.

The only problem was, he didn't know what spells would work on a ghost.

"You'll pay for that," he said, settling on idle threats to establish his own bravado.
 #32781  by Peeves the Poltergeist
 
An invisible Peeves was cackling high above the student, near the rafters of the roof. Because of this, the laughter rang out in echoes, and it was impossible to determine the exact location the original laughter was coming from.

'Little tiny archer, making big threats against poor Peeves. You think you can do anything to Peeves?'
 #32814  by Eardwulf the Archer
 
"I'm sure I can," Eardwulf said, turning every which direction, trying to pinpoint where the spirit was. Unfortunately, he still couldn't think of a spell. If only he was allowed his bow inside... and if only arrows worked on spirits. "The founders will hear about this," he finally settled on, continuing his train of thought with the bravado.
 #32823  by Peeves the Poltergeist
 
At this, the cackling intensified. The student could not see him, but Peeves was rolling around on himself.

'And what can the founders do to little Peeves?' The Poltergeist asked.
 #32925  by Eardwulf the Archer
 
What could the founders do? Eardwulf hardly knew the answer, himself. "I'm sure they know magic that can banish you from the keep," he said, his voice wavering only a little. Not in fear, but in annoyance that he couldn't figure out how to handle this himself.