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Room of Doom

The Room of Doom is located on the seventh floor adjacent to the Prowling Passage, which is one of the main halls in Hogwarts, and near the The Room of Requirement. Its name is clearly printed on the door with a warning that tells students to avoid entering. It's said that whoever enters will be cursed with bad grades, which is practically rubbish. In reality, it's a dark, circular room with thick drapes covering the windows. Everything seems to be destroyed and messy, primarily from the infestation of doxies and pixies that have taken up shop in the room. Through the time they have been living there, they haven't always gotten along. Not to mention the boggarts that have decided to start staying in the wardrobes and clocks that were tossed in there one day many years ago. There's nothing like facing your worst fears while creatures are biting at you and lifting you into the air. If you want to see if you can complete the challenge, then go for it. Maybe some brave hero can take the room back over again someday.

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Wren & James

Keneti3
James Travers - Gryffindor Fifth Year β€’ Serpent Muscle

-Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
Message Me – 00:40, May 14, 2018 (UTC)

Because the Room of Doom is always so thoroughly avoided, James knows it's the perfect spot for a mancave. Because the Gryffindor dormitories aren't enough. That said, he's caught wind of how severely infested that place was with boggarts, doxies and pixies, so he has his wand out, ready to tackle that issue. He wants - no, he needs - this place.


WrenBerkhartWB
Wren Berkhart - Sixth Year Slytherin |🐍 Serpent 🐍

-Potion Extraordinaire
Message Me – 00:45, May 14, 2018 (UTC)

Wren's reason for seeking refuge in the Room of Doom? A quiet place to mix whatever potions he desired without being disturbed. Lord knows how many times he had been interrupted trying to make a potion in the designated mixing room, usually by a firstie who was way too inquisitive for their own good. Confident enough in his abilities, he waited outside the door, unaware that James was inside, knocking first - just in case there happened to be someone else in there.


Keneti3
James Travers - Gryffindor Fifth Year β€’ Serpent Muscle

-Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
Message Me – 01:08, May 14, 2018 (UTC)

When Wren knocks on the door, James almost immediately reacts, shouting a very loud stay back before a large thud echoed and the door shook. Yes, he just hit the door. There's a loud yelp, followed by a shout, and a very loud Immobulus rings from the other side of the door. After loads of fumbling, he throws the door open. "There are dozens of frozen pixies behind me and are due to unfreeze any moment now," he says, while he tries to catch a breath. "If, uhh - if you wanna help a guy out, would be much appreciated," he says, lifting one of the two sacks he's holding.


WrenBerkhartWB
Wren Berkhart - Sixth Year Slytherin |🐍 Serpent 🐍

-Potion Extraordinaire
Message Me – 01:19, May 14, 2018 (UTC)

Wren jumped at the sound coming from inside of the room and, initially, he assumed it to be the various pixies and doxies known to live there but, the sound of a spell, made him ready his wand defensively. He didn't want to hex someone, but if he had to, then so be it. He was surprised to see James emerged, having seen the other from the few Serpents meetings he had attended, and he managed to force out a smile before the other spoke. "You want me to... bag them up?" Wren asked, a hand reaching out to take the bag if that's what the other male had meant, "Why not just charm them some more?"


Keneti3
James Travers - Gryffindor Fifth Year β€’ Serpent Muscle

-Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
Message Me – 12:59, May 14, 2018 (UTC)

First thing worth noticing is that he wasn't wearing his robes, so much as casual attire, as he was done for the day with classes. The next thing worth noticing is that his roots are already showing and he really, really, really could use a touch-up. (He looked quite attractive, though.) The third thing worth noticing was the sheepish look on his face when he realized he could, indeed, use a couple more spells. "Spells haven't ever been my thing," he confesses. "So, um... I'm open to suggestions."


WrenBerkhartWB
Wren Berkhart - Sixth Year Slytherin |🐍 Serpent 🐍

-Potion Extraordinaire
Message Me – 13:42, May 14, 2018 (UTC)

Wren looked behind James slightly and saw the amount of pixies and instantly made the connection as to why he had chosen to hold up a bag. Wren's gaze swapped from the pixies to James again and pursed his lips for a few seconds before nodding. "Uh, I can use Immobulus again and that should give you enough time to get the majority of them in bags? The only other spell I could think of is a hex and I'd rather not be caught using it."


Keneti3
James Travers - Gryffindor Fifth Year β€’ Serpent Muscle

-Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
Message Me – 14:11, May 14, 2018 (UTC)

"I'd appreciate all the help, man," James sighs, nodding. He holds the door open a little wider, gesturing for him to come in.


WrenBerkhartWB
Wren Berkhart - Sixth Year Slytherin |🐍 Serpent 🐍

-Potion Extraordinaire
Message Me – 19:45, May 14, 2018 (UTC)

With a nod of his own, Wren stepped into the room with his wand raised. It only took a few seconds of him being there until James' spell wore off. In quick fashion, thanks mostly due to his prowess in the duelling club he'd once attended, Wren was able to inflict another Immobulus charm before turning to James. "If you throw me a sack it'll cut the time down in two.


Keneti3
James Travers - Gryffindor Fifth Year β€’ Serpent Muscle

-Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
Message Me – 00:47, May 16, 2018 (UTC)

He doesn't hesitate to toss one of the sacks at Wren before quickly moving into work. He doesn't grab each creature so much as busts open his own before waving it around the room, watching as pixies and doxies disappeared into the slowly filling bag. He tried to hurry, not wanting the spell to wear off before the job was done.