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Dungeon Cave

Dungeon Cave is a grotto in the Dungeons of Hogwarts Castle. It is located down a staircase from the Dungeon Corridor, and leads to the Dungeon level of Horace Slughorn's Staircase. Horace Slughorn used this cave to reach his classroom from his office. The atmosphere is dank and clammy and there is a loose tile on the track.

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Plangent plaint

Nick Cave - People ain`t no good

Nick Cave - People ain`t no good

The cave's lament.





Roleplay

Isabella and Donnie

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Isabella Gaunt-Kingsley - sixth year slytherin ♔ serpent heir & prefect

-"She was unstoppable and she took everything she wanted with a smile."
Message Me – 19:16, August 12, 2018 (UTC)

Isabella was well versed with the castle map and while the dungeon cave was borderline neglected by the student body, she utilized it for a plethora of reasons and all sorts of jobs that involved the Serpents. Currently, it was playing the role of a place to relax and revitalize. She slid down the stone wall and slumped at the base, her hands feverishly running across her pallid face. Bella appeared to be a little intoxicated and was trying to sober up enough to do her prefect rounds, the cool and slightly clammy atmosphere helping to speed the painstaking process.


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

- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff."
Message Me  - 19:21, August 12, 2018 (UTC)

It should be pretty obvious who he's looking for - she's always down here, and the location seems quite fitting to the person. Eyes trained for a shock of bright red or pale skin or just an aura of, like, death, he turns a corner and comes across a bundle of limbs at the bottom of the corridor. "Izzy," he says, concerned for a second but then coming to his senses as he sees that she's just either tired or hammered. Judging by the smell of alcohol in the air, Donnie assumes the latter. "Alright, come on. Get up. You of all people shouldn't be rendered immobile by a bloody hangover."
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Isabella Gaunt-Kingsley - sixth year slytherin ♔ serpent heir & prefect

-"She was unstoppable and she took everything she wanted with a smile."
Message Me – 19:30, August 12, 2018 (UTC)

Isabella heard the sound of his voice before even seeing him and felt her head move back a little too quick, hitting the stone a little bit hard. She winced and reached a scarred hand back to rub at the tender spot, her glare finally fixating on him in the dimly lit cave. "What?," she whined with an exasperated tone before edging down the wall a little in a feeble attempt to escape Donnie. "Noo," she protested quietly and defiantly crossed her arms like a child, clearly not pleased with his request of getting up. "Maybe I want one," she snarked back.


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

- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff."
Message Me  - 19:34, August 12, 2018 (UTC)

Not gonna like, she's kind of like how he is when he's drunk. Standing up straight, he mirrors folding his arms and raises his eyebrows in amusement. "Oh, so you want a hangover, do you?" he says. "Because I have a whole arsenal of hangover cures which have proven to work time and time again, and if you want access to them, you'll have to stand up and get them."
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Isabella Gaunt-Kingsley - sixth year slytherin ♔ serpent heir & prefect

-"She was unstoppable and she took everything she wanted with a smile."
Message Me – 19:40, August 12, 2018 (UTC)

Isabella rolled her eyes and turned around to face the wall, using it as a tool to guide her into a standing position. Once upright, she turned with a proud sort of a smirk and placed a hand on her hip in attempt to prove she could handle herself a little bit. Having consumed a fair share of liquor, it came as no surprise when she staggered a bit and placed her palms against the cold stone to steady herself. "That sounds sexual," she mused lowly and peered at him out of pure curiosity, "and I'm not mad- wait, I am mad at you." With that, she defiantly lifted her chin as memories of how she left him last time surfaced.


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

- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff."
Message Me  - 19:46, August 12, 2018 (UTC)

As she stands, his hands automatically fly out to try and help stabilise her, but then he remembers how they left each other and he immediately steps back for fear of her pulling a knife out of nowhere or something equally as over-the-top. "Yeah, you're mad at me for some reason," he agrees. "Not quite sure why. Care to fill me in? They say drunks are the only honest people in the world."
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Isabella Gaunt-Kingsley - sixth year slytherin ♔ serpent heir & prefect

-"She was unstoppable and she took everything she wanted with a smile."
Message Me – 19:54, August 12, 2018 (UTC)

Her intoxicated mind wasn't reeling quick enough but as if on cue, a switchblade slid down from her sleeve and landed perfectly in her hand despite the state of mind she was in. She appeared to be put off by his advance, causing her to back up a tad. But instead of looking like an angry gang leader, she looked more like a tortured and caged animal trying to protect herself. "What does it matter?" she hissed lowly and swayed the blade absentmindedly, "it's not like you give a shit. I can see through you - you're translucent, Twinkletoes. Just like the rest of them," she murmured and and looked away briefly.


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

- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff."
Message Me  - 19:58, August 12, 2018 (UTC)

The switchblade makes him flinch, but luckily the alcohol has made her sloppy and he has time to step out of the way before she has chance to utilise it. Then she hisses, and starts waving it about like a madwoman and he has to take a few paces back to avoid being slashed to messy pieces. "Woah, woah, Iz, put that thing away," he says, hands up in surrender. "I'm translucent? You mean transparent?"
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Isabella Gaunt-Kingsley - sixth year slytherin ♔ serpent heir & prefect

-"She was unstoppable and she took everything she wanted with a smile."
Message Me – 20:07, August 12, 2018 (UTC)

It took her a moment to realize what he was talking about, her eyes peering down at the blade in her hands. For a moment, she looked intrigued by the sharpness of the blade and surprised that she had taken it out in the first place. Her fingers reached out to gently touched the edge, pupils dilating with dangerous interest. "Mm," she purred softly and glanced up at him as her thumb beaded with traces of blood. "Who cares what word it is? You know what I mean," she hissed angrily and finally tossed the switchblade onto the ground. She popped her thumb into her mouth and suckled away the crimson, carefully approaching the boy. She was focusing awfully hard on composing herself after her little fit, which was obvious by the renewed swagger in her step.


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

- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff."
Message Me  - 20:10, August 12, 2018 (UTC)

The swagger and the uncoordination to her step makes her even less intimidating than when she's sober, and if it wasn't for the knife she'd just casually whipped out (suggesting that she has more stashed in that jacket on her shoulders) then she'd be about as scary as a butterfly right now. Watching her with thinly-veiled amusement, Donnie prays she'll fall face down in a puddle or something and really give him something to laugh about. "Okay, okay. Should I put you to bed and let you sleep it off or something?"
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Isabella Gaunt-Kingsley - sixth year slytherin ♔ serpent heir & prefect

-"She was unstoppable and she took everything she wanted with a smile."
Message Me – 20:18, August 12, 2018 (UTC)

The redhead begun to giggle sinisterly as she approached even slower, her stagger growing increasingly more coordinated. "I should have killed you," she said suddenly, her tone growing stone-cold as she placed a hand lightly against the space between his chest and shoulder, daring to shove him out of the way so that she could get by. To prove a point, she peeled her lip back aggressively as her features morphed to match her current mood and pushed against him gently. Perhaps the boy was underestimating the drunk Serpent heir a bit much - maybe he deserved to be put into his place. "I'm not a fucking child so don't treat me like one, Donniekinz~"


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

- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff."
Message Me  - 17:00, August 13, 2018 (UTC)

The sudden change in atmosphere sends chills down his spine, as if a wind has picked up in the cave and made the hair on his neck stand up. His teasing smile falls to something much more wary, especially after that witch-cackle she gives him. "Killed me?" he echoes, suddenly poised like some tiger, ready to run if needed. "For what?"
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Isabella Gaunt-Kingsley - sixth year slytherin ♔ serpent heir & prefect

-"She was unstoppable and she took everything she wanted with a smile."
Message Me – 17:08, August 13, 2018 (UTC)

Isabella stumbled ever so slightly but managed to quickly regain her predatorial stance, even moving to step back a bit to admire the sudden change in his own body language. Fight or flight. Something deep within gnawed desperately to be released but she bit down on her lip hard enough for blood to well, hoping it could distract her from a desire that hadn't been satuated in some time. Something dark that threatened to consume the Bella he knew and maybe even enjoyed. She was finally getting to the point of a messy spiral, which wasn't a surprise deep down. She had been tumbling down the Rabbit Hole for weeks now, overcome by painful memories and friendships lost and the alcohol was heightening it ten-fold. "What are you doing down here?" she murmured, picking her words carefully despite the eerily soft tone she was using.


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

- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff."
Message Me  - 17:14, August 13, 2018 (UTC)

"I was looking for you," he replies, voice steady; there's a whole battle taking place across her face right now. "We left things on a bad note."
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Isabella Gaunt-Kingsley - sixth year slytherin ♔ serpent heir & prefect

-"She was unstoppable and she took everything she wanted with a smile."
Message Me – 17:23, August 13, 2018 (UTC)

Isabella did not expect that response, her eyes narrowing carefully at his slightly at him. How the hell did he know where to find her? Was she getting predictable? She quirked a finely trimmed brow and crossed her arms, using her defensive stance as a tactic to keep him on edge. "What sort of gameplan did you have in mind when coming down here?"


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

- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff."
Message Me  - 17:33, August 13, 2018 (UTC)

"Well - I was expecting to encounter you sober." To be honest, he hadn't had a gameplan; he'd just hoped to try and see through her bullshit and talk some sense back into her, but maybe Donnie's getting too big for his boots. Now she's drunk and loose and way more dangerous, maybe smart-talk isn't the safest way to go about it. "So the plan I did have is kind of useless."
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Isabella Gaunt-Kingsley - sixth year slytherin ♔ serpent heir & prefect

-"She was unstoppable and she took everything she wanted with a smile."
Message Me – 17:39, August 13, 2018 (UTC)~

Isabella was drunk for her own reasons, which weren't all that pretty in retrospect but his mention of her state of mind reminded her of what her original plan was. She moved to lean against the cave wall, her hand moving to her side subconsciously to side to touch the skin over the fabric of her shirt. "Sorry that your plan fell through," she grumbled lowly and slid out her cellphone, fingers flying to sent off a text. Lowering her phone, she waited for a response and made a move to unravel the hem of her shirt. Beneath, a few tender bruises had begun to form across her ribcage and looked like they were going to turn painful in a few hours. She seemed unconcerned that Donnie was watching - he had already seen her in pain before. It was now the norm and to be expected.


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

- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff."
Message Me  - 17:47, August 13, 2018 (UTC)

It's almost as if she wants him to see her all busted up and hurt, as it always seems to work by drawing him in and making him fuss around her like a toddler. It's in his nature, unfortunately, to help people. Strange, seeing as how he used to be so selfish all the time. To say that the Serpents have improved him is a long stretch, but maybe meeting Xavi really has rearranged him somehow. "What have you done now?" he sighs, like an exasperated teacher to an unruly kid, crossing his arms.
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Isabella Gaunt-Kingsley - sixth year slytherin ♔ serpent heir & prefect

-"She was unstoppable and she took everything she wanted with a smile."
Message Me – 17:52, August 13, 2018 (UTC)

Isabella removed the wand from her leather jacket and used her teeth to hold her shirt up, the tip of her wand gliding effortlessly across the bruising. As she performed a nonverbal spell, the bluish black spots begun to dissolve before their eyes until it finally went back to normal. She dropped her shirt and spun her wand around her fingers out of habit, glaring up at Donnie's disapproving attitude. "None of your business anymore," she snarked and slipped the wand away, making a movement to adjust her prefect badge. Her phone pinged softly to notify her of a text recieved and she quickly checked it, a victorious smirk appearing before she remembered he was still standing there. "Well? What are you waiting for?" she inquired, brown eyes fixating on him.


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

- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff."
Message Me  - 17:57, August 13, 2018 (UTC)

There's a horrible feeling settling somewhere in the pit of Donnie's stomach, telling him that whatever text she's just sent off is a hit being placed on his head, but the way she talks to him makes it clear he's no longer wanted. Gotta sleep with one eye open for a few weeks, Donnie thinks before tightening his lips together and walking away.
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Isabella Gaunt-Kingsley - sixth year slytherin ♔ serpent heir & prefect

-"She was unstoppable and she took everything she wanted with a smile."
Message Me – 18:03, August 13, 2018 (UTC)

She watched him turn and walk away, her eyes flickering with something indescripable; guilt? Pain? She parted her lips to call out to him but knew he was likely already out of earshot and settled with glancing down at the text again: I found the man who cut your throat. Bella took in a big inhale and tried her best to adjust her curls to be a little more presentable and vanished into the darkness of the cave, in the opposite direction Donnie had come from. There was a look of hellfire in her eyes and the once drunken stagger had now corrected itself as the liquor begun to wear off.