Post by Lance Jacob Wilkie on Oct 24, 2006 21:26:01 GMT -5
Lance decided to head home from his day of shopping for supplies, exhausted and rather peeved. He had had several encounters that had not ended so well. And thus he had decided not to apparate home but to fly on his newly received and improved Firebolt that his father had given him. As he flew over the streets of London he decided to take a small detour to the small country of Czechoslovakia, a home of magic abroad. Upon his arrival he took some of his time while there to visit the ruins of an ancient wizarding building, The Chez Stillwell. The Chez Stillwell was a building that was home to many generations of great wizards and witches many years ago; but now, all that was left of this ancient building was an unmanned visitor’s center the Muggles had erected and the ruins of this once proud building. Little did Lance know searching these ruins would be one of his most exciting adventures yet.
As he prodded through the ruins that once were this great building he noticed several ancient looking artifacts. Upon further inspection he noted that they all seemed to come from some other foreign land he had not become acquainted with yet. As he moved around in the ruins he felt as though he was being watched, but could see no one. He continued to inspect the buildings decrepit walls and archaic interior when he saw, out of the corner of his eye, a tail of a cloak flip past him. Lance, a master of the arts of stealth, moved silently towards the room from whence the motion came and then, as expected ran into a young girl. As he looked at her he noticed she was not as young as his first impression led him to believe. This girl, probably in her early to mid-teens, looked to Lance, very out of place, wearing a red cloak with a hood and golden drawstring. As he motioned to her she quickly (and badly) attempted to vanish. Without further thought Lance moved forward and cast an enchantment to keep her from leaving this place until he had finished questioning her.
When he had regained his thoughts he looked back to this girl. She was younger, rather tall, brown haired, with greenish eyes. As he was noticing all of these things he asked her, “Vat arr yoo doing here?” and she answered, “This was at one time a place my family called home.” No sooner had he thought nothing could happen that was any weirder than what had happened that another, this time much older, woman appeared in the same way this girl was trying to leave. As she appeared Lance again re-cast the enchantment on the place to bar the exit of these people he was bent on questioning. When the old woman appeared the younger girl exclaimed with glee, “Grandma!” and ran forward to embrace her seeming long lost grandmother. Lance, confused and intrigued by this new arrival, asked the old woman the same question he had asked the girl. This time the answer was much more defensive, “Have you no idea who I am? I am Splendora Agitha Stillwell, the former owner of this home. With that she grabbed the young girls hand, grabbed the cloak that had fallen to the ground, and walked right out of the house and vanished on the spot.
With the two visitors still on his mind Lance began to wonder why they were here, and thus began a thorough search of the house. After searching the whole bottom story, to no avail, and finding nothing on the top story either, he began to lose hope until he noticed a door that was seemingly unnoticed before. Moving towards the door he pulled and opened it and uncovered a large stone staircase. As he slowly descended the staircase he noticed a definite change in temperature. Slowly and steadily he continued descending until he reached the bottom of the staircase. Struggling for light he magically lit a torch located only a few feet ahead of him on the wall and watched as a magnificently worked stone corridor fell before him. Lance, living his whole life in castles, had never seen a more magnificently crafted corridor and was left in shock, “Maybee zihs vas vat zey ver looking for.”
As he followed the corridor into a large chamber he noticed, in the center of the room a small stone box with the initials SAS carved on it. Finally he had found what they were searching for. As he moved forward to take the box he decided that, in all better judgment, he should leave it lay; but, as Lance decided that would not be as much fun as to find out what was in the box. As he again progressed forward he finally reached the box. With one motion from his hand he grabbed it and put it into his cloak. As he ascended the stairs skipping up two at a time, he ran straight out of the house and flew off towards Germany, his home.
When he arrived at his home he walked through his spacious grounds, up past the fountains in the yard and walked up into the main hall of his home. After walking in the great oak doors he went straight up to his bed chambers and was going to attempt to open the box. At first, no matter what he tried, the box would not open. Then, after several spells, jinxes, even a few enchantments the box lid slipped open. As he looked into the box he saw, to his amazement, only an amulet with an orb interposed in it. Wondering what this might be, Lance tucked it away in his school trunk with the intent of taking it to school with him for inspection by Headmistress Williams.
As he prodded through the ruins that once were this great building he noticed several ancient looking artifacts. Upon further inspection he noted that they all seemed to come from some other foreign land he had not become acquainted with yet. As he moved around in the ruins he felt as though he was being watched, but could see no one. He continued to inspect the buildings decrepit walls and archaic interior when he saw, out of the corner of his eye, a tail of a cloak flip past him. Lance, a master of the arts of stealth, moved silently towards the room from whence the motion came and then, as expected ran into a young girl. As he looked at her he noticed she was not as young as his first impression led him to believe. This girl, probably in her early to mid-teens, looked to Lance, very out of place, wearing a red cloak with a hood and golden drawstring. As he motioned to her she quickly (and badly) attempted to vanish. Without further thought Lance moved forward and cast an enchantment to keep her from leaving this place until he had finished questioning her.
When he had regained his thoughts he looked back to this girl. She was younger, rather tall, brown haired, with greenish eyes. As he was noticing all of these things he asked her, “Vat arr yoo doing here?” and she answered, “This was at one time a place my family called home.” No sooner had he thought nothing could happen that was any weirder than what had happened that another, this time much older, woman appeared in the same way this girl was trying to leave. As she appeared Lance again re-cast the enchantment on the place to bar the exit of these people he was bent on questioning. When the old woman appeared the younger girl exclaimed with glee, “Grandma!” and ran forward to embrace her seeming long lost grandmother. Lance, confused and intrigued by this new arrival, asked the old woman the same question he had asked the girl. This time the answer was much more defensive, “Have you no idea who I am? I am Splendora Agitha Stillwell, the former owner of this home. With that she grabbed the young girls hand, grabbed the cloak that had fallen to the ground, and walked right out of the house and vanished on the spot.
With the two visitors still on his mind Lance began to wonder why they were here, and thus began a thorough search of the house. After searching the whole bottom story, to no avail, and finding nothing on the top story either, he began to lose hope until he noticed a door that was seemingly unnoticed before. Moving towards the door he pulled and opened it and uncovered a large stone staircase. As he slowly descended the staircase he noticed a definite change in temperature. Slowly and steadily he continued descending until he reached the bottom of the staircase. Struggling for light he magically lit a torch located only a few feet ahead of him on the wall and watched as a magnificently worked stone corridor fell before him. Lance, living his whole life in castles, had never seen a more magnificently crafted corridor and was left in shock, “Maybee zihs vas vat zey ver looking for.”
As he followed the corridor into a large chamber he noticed, in the center of the room a small stone box with the initials SAS carved on it. Finally he had found what they were searching for. As he moved forward to take the box he decided that, in all better judgment, he should leave it lay; but, as Lance decided that would not be as much fun as to find out what was in the box. As he again progressed forward he finally reached the box. With one motion from his hand he grabbed it and put it into his cloak. As he ascended the stairs skipping up two at a time, he ran straight out of the house and flew off towards Germany, his home.
When he arrived at his home he walked through his spacious grounds, up past the fountains in the yard and walked up into the main hall of his home. After walking in the great oak doors he went straight up to his bed chambers and was going to attempt to open the box. At first, no matter what he tried, the box would not open. Then, after several spells, jinxes, even a few enchantments the box lid slipped open. As he looked into the box he saw, to his amazement, only an amulet with an orb interposed in it. Wondering what this might be, Lance tucked it away in his school trunk with the intent of taking it to school with him for inspection by Headmistress Williams.
