Post by tyler on Mar 17, 2011 15:43:25 GMT 2
((AN: Sorry that its so short! I'll have a LOT more to write about when he sees Sirius, and then I'll get fancy graphics to make it pretty and such.))
The process hadn’t been easy. He had to find just the right people, talk to them at just the right time, figure out when meetings were, if he were physically fit to join, if he had the magical ability and wizarding skill. But Tyler was persistent, and here he was, 12 Grimmauld Place. He stood at the doorway, wand in hand, going over the direction as to how to pass the protections in order to get in. It didn’t take long, and once he was in, he found himself to be very disappointed. Why he thought it would be something spectacular, he didn’t know. But what he did know was that the place was full of permanent pureblood paraphanelia that stuck to the walls, and dust in every other corner. It looked as if someone had really tried to clean up the place, but just the general air had a dirty tinge to it. He took three steps before jumping back when he saw a particularly scary looking picture on the wall. The jump must’ve caused a lot of noise, because it woke someone or something in the house.
He was surprised that the house seemed to be otherwise empty besides the now screaming portrait on the wall. He jumped and tried his best to silence her, but she kept screaming ‘NOT MY BLOOD, NEVER MY BLOOD.’ He didn’t know what that meant, perhaps it was because he was a muggleborn, but either way he started to panic because it wouldn’t shut up no matter what he did. “Um, help?” he called, unsure of if he really wanted people to know that he was the one who set her off. He called again, wandering into another room, where he found something he really hadn’t taken into account when he signed up for this.
The process hadn’t been easy. He had to find just the right people, talk to them at just the right time, figure out when meetings were, if he were physically fit to join, if he had the magical ability and wizarding skill. But Tyler was persistent, and here he was, 12 Grimmauld Place. He stood at the doorway, wand in hand, going over the direction as to how to pass the protections in order to get in. It didn’t take long, and once he was in, he found himself to be very disappointed. Why he thought it would be something spectacular, he didn’t know. But what he did know was that the place was full of permanent pureblood paraphanelia that stuck to the walls, and dust in every other corner. It looked as if someone had really tried to clean up the place, but just the general air had a dirty tinge to it. He took three steps before jumping back when he saw a particularly scary looking picture on the wall. The jump must’ve caused a lot of noise, because it woke someone or something in the house.
He was surprised that the house seemed to be otherwise empty besides the now screaming portrait on the wall. He jumped and tried his best to silence her, but she kept screaming ‘NOT MY BLOOD, NEVER MY BLOOD.’ He didn’t know what that meant, perhaps it was because he was a muggleborn, but either way he started to panic because it wouldn’t shut up no matter what he did. “Um, help?” he called, unsure of if he really wanted people to know that he was the one who set her off. He called again, wandering into another room, where he found something he really hadn’t taken into account when he signed up for this.