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Deathday Party Hall

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Deathday Party Hall
The Deathday Party Hall (also known as the Deathday Party Room) is one of the roomier dungeons in Hogwarts Castle. The room is accessible via the Dungeon Staircase. On 31 October 1992, this dungeon was where Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington's five-hundredth Deathday Party was held. Decorations for the event included several black velvet draperies, and a chandelier covered with jet-black candles with bright blue flames.

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Donnie & Castor

Gregg Sulkin (1)
Castor Black - Fifth year Ravenclaw ✧ the writer

-I've been up all night, no sleep, 'cause I feel like I'm always dreaming.
Message Me – 20:43, August 1, 2018 (UTC)

For a room often referred to as the Deathday Party Hall, this place is lacking anyone that's, you know, dead. It also doesn't look very festive, either, excluding the tables lined up to the sides with a plethora of chairs surrounding them. Nonetheless, it's what Castor needs right now: quiet and lacking other students. Sitting at a table near the middle, he opens his Transfiguration book, pulls out a long piece of parchment, and wets his quill before beginning the brainstorming aspect of his homework essay. The Library was filled to the brim with first years, the halls were full of sweaty students, and every room he looked into (common room included) were occupied. This was, for the first time he arrived at Hogwarts this year, the only moment of peace he'd gotten.


Donniesquare
Donnie Finch-Hatton - sixth year slytherin student • posh boy

- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff."
Message Me  - 20:48, August 1, 2018 (UTC)

Is it normal to, after conversing with the Serpents, want to be surrounded by doom and gloom? Probably not, but it's where Donnie finds himself as he wanders the halls - in the Deathday room, expecting nothing but peace and quiet and maybe a chat with a ghost or two. Imagine his surprise when he walks in and sees someone - probably the first time ever he's seen another human being in this room, to be honest - who's on their own, studying. Weirdo. "Oh -" His breath hitches as he catches the figure, who at first Donnie thinks could be a spirit, but no. They're too opaque. "Sorry, pal. Didn't see you there."
Gregg Sulkin (1)
Castor Black - Fifth year Ravenclaw ✧ the writer

-I've been up all night, no sleep, 'cause I feel like I'm always dreaming.
Message Me – 20:54, August 1, 2018 (UTC)

Castor isn't in the mood for interruptions, hence why he completely ignores the ghost that's now addressing him. Or at least who he thinks is a ghost. "You're dead, I'm not, let's coexist peacefully until I do this for the Headmistress."


Donniesquare
Donnie Finch-Hatton - sixth year slytherin student • posh boy

- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff."
Message Me  - 20:58, August 1, 2018 (UTC)

"I'm n-" He begins, but then Donnie stops himself because hey - he could have some fun with this guy. Staying back in the shadows so his face isn't visible, he's half-tempted to Wingardium Leviosa himself to really add to the effect. "Okay, pal. No need to rub it in."
Gregg Sulkin (1)
Castor Black - Fifth year Ravenclaw ✧ the writer

-I've been up all night, no sleep, 'cause I feel like I'm always dreaming.
Message Me – 21:02, August 1, 2018 (UTC)

"Let me make myself clearer," he says, seeing as this ghost clearly doesn't understand peaceful coexistence. He's silent for a few minutes after, because he's just discovered a minefield of inspiration for his essay regarding cross-species switches. Finally, when he's finished his fourth (fourth!) paragraph, he talks again. "You stay quiet, I finish my essay, I leave, you continue to haunt people. Please and thank you."


Donniesquare
Donnie Finch-Hatton - sixth year slytherin student • posh boy

- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff."
Message Me  - 21:06, August 1, 2018 (UTC)

Okay, this guy is rude. "You're the one talking, I'm staying quite as a mouse," Donnie retorts, dragging a finger across his lips before a smirk crosses his face. "Though, I should tell you - just before I died, I was working my way towards expert level in Herbology. Don't know if that helps."
Gregg Sulkin (1)
Castor Black - Fifth year Ravenclaw ✧ the writer

-I've been up all night, no sleep, 'cause I feel like I'm always dreaming.
Message Me – 15:20, August 2, 2018 (UTC)

"No, it doesn't," Castor rolls his eyes. He isn't so sure he'll be able to continue his essay as long as he has a dead man right behind him, so he puts his quill down gingerly before turning in his chair. He's opening his mouth to make a witty remark when it suddenly hits him: this person isn't dead. His startled look goes up in smokes as soon as it appears, leaving an annoyed look on his face. "Piss off, mate. Maybe you're alright with not focusing on the academic aspect of Hogwarts, but I'd quite like to stay in the top 10% of my class," he pauses, eying Donnie disdainfully. He's pale and skinny and would fit the bill of a ghost, if not for the fact that he isn't hovering. And it's not cool in the room. Really, so many giveaways and he didn't realize until he looked at him? For a moment, he feels ashamed. He should know better. He's a Black. "And if you didn't have your head so far up your arse, you'd realize I'm working on Transfiguration, not Herbology."