1995-04-01: April Foolery

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Scene Title April Foolery
Synopsis How do you face life as a ghost? Where do you go?
Location Hufflepuff Common Room
Date Apr 1, 1995
Watch For Serious conversation!
Logger Holly

It really looks like she went outside and laid in snow for a few hours. There's no pink colour to her at all; it's actually a very pale blue, highlighted in places - like her knuckles, elbows, even across her face - with purple. Amber never really thought about what having red blood did for anyone until she didn't have it anymore. It's just one of those things that people seriously take for granted because they have no reason not to.

It's Saturday, though. Too bad… She was kind of looking forward to frightening firsties, but there's actually homework to catch up on, and, after pulling a good number of squashy beanbags around her to use for a chair, she cracks open her Potions book. There's a sheet of parchment sitting on the side of the book she's not reading from, and every now and then, she'll scribble down a couple notes.

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There's a echoed giggle from the wall behind Amber. The giggle is then followed by a transparently grey head that just sticks out from the wall over Amber's head. "Hullo," Perpetua says, looking down at the Hufflepuff and looks slightly decapitated for her position. Seems she's over the crying fit she had when she was talking to Professor Moody, Harry and Ginny. "You look funny. Did your blood really get turned purple?"

—-

To her credit, Amber's actually getting used to seeing Perpetua around. She still feels guilty as hell that there's nothing she can do to make the girl more alive. Survivor's guilt, people call it, even if there's no reason for it. She wonders how long she's going to feel bad about this. Still, she puts on a smile. Her lips are also a nice purple colour. "Uh, yeh," she says, patting the beanbag beside her. Ghosts can still pretend to sit, right? "Pr'fessor Trelawney Weren't great with ther 'ealing magic. N'Pomfrey's puzzled, too, so I 'ave t'wait 'til they figure somethin' out. C'mon outta th'wall. Yer freakin' me out."

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"Aw.. but I like doing this, it's neat." Perpetua's disembodied head says from where it looks mounted on the wall like a sick, transparent trophy. "I never took her class, I should probably peek in one day and see what they're like." Her head revolves now to stare up at the ceiling, "Y'know, there aren't any snakes down in the Slytherin common room. I was disappointed. Then again, I got chased off by a 7th year and the Baron. So maybe I wasn't in there long enough to see for sure."

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"Yeh, have some mercy, a'aight?" she asks, reaching up to grab the ghost by her hair. Impossible? Yes, but Amber tries anyway, fighting the urge to draw her hand back from the cold — what do they call it in movies? PROTOPLASM. Perpetua is now made out of protoplasm. It's a scientific term. She'll use it one day. "I'll drop by there one day, I think," Amber says. "Was never really innerested in this fortune tellin' tripe b'fore, but I wanna see what she's got ta say. I wonner if she'd try ta tell yer fortune, aye?" Not much of a fortune for a ghost. Amber feels bad as soon as she says it.

"I'll letcha in on a secret. I don't b'lieve 'alf the rumours I 'ear around 'ere. But sometimes it's fun ta spread 'em around. See 'oo catches onto 'em." So she likes picking on firsties. WHO DOESN'T? It's a perfectly acceptable pasttime. "No snakes, aye? You've been all over th'school by now, 'aven't you?"

—-

"Eh. I was still curious anyway about their common room," Perpetua says before sliding fully into the room. She settles above one of the squashy beanbags, floating a few inches above it. "It helps pass the time, snooping around. So long as I don't get stuck talking to Moaning Myrtle. She's a bit dark, she is. Likes to cry a lot, Myrtle… SO! Trelawney huh? She did that to you? Sounds a bit like Lockhart a few years back. He was useless." Her cheeks darken and her voice drops when she insults a teacher! Her! insult a Hogwarts teacher! (Even if he's no longer here!)

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"Never been in there," Amber says. If she was a ghost, she might visit. Like Pet says, passing the time and all. There's not a lot to do when you're dead. "Hah, Myrtle," Amber says. "Used ta' think she was so…" She doesn't finish the statement, but Perpetua probably knows where that's going. Sad. Poor Myrtle. Annoying Myrtle. Stuck in the school with nothing better to do than cry all the time. Amber hopes that doesn't happen to Perpetua. That's just not fair.

"Yeah, Trelawney. This first year grabbed onta me arm wif 'is teeth. Did a number on me wif 'is nails, too, and check this out…" Amber pulls back her robe and then the trousers underneath to show off the giant bruise on her shin. It's almost black, but that doesn't mean it's worse than normal. It's just a result of Trelawney's bad spell. "Didnae tell Pomfrey abou' this. It's so perdy, it'd be a shame ta 'eal it, yeah? Hah." She laughs when Perpetua's cheeks darken. "Oh, ol' Lock'eart. 'Callin' 'im useless is a complement. Don't worry too much." There's a pause, then, "'ow're you holdin' up, Pet? Everythin' okay?"

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"Wow, they get tinier and more vicious, those first years," Perpetua says softly, then leans in to peers at the bruise on Amber's shin. "Nice! Oh, you didn't want it healed?" She looks at Amber like she's an odd duck, then again, she /is/ muggleborn. Whereas Perpetua was in an all magic family. She laughs and is ready to bash a bit more of Lockhart's reputation, when she falls quiet and her expression sobers. "Mmm. Okay. I guess. Saw Potter the other night. It was awkward. He tried to save me y'know."

—-

"Nah, it's no' that bad. N' it's somethin' ta show off." She smiles. Back when she used to play football, she got bruises like that. Amber certainly is a bit odd, but battlescars are awesome. "Yeah, the new potions pr'fessor tol' me about that rat. If I'da known, I woulda strangled th'thing right when ya showed me. Maybe ya woulda 'ated me fer the rest o' yer life, but at least ya'd still be livin'." Amber held it in her hands. She had the power to kill it. But how could she have known? "I saw them bring Potter in with you. Pet, 'ow'd you — You know. What 'appened? D'ya think you c'n tell me yet?"

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"She's kinda neat. Made me sad that I gave up potions and well.. she started teaching after I .. y'know.." Perpetua's voice quiets down and she looks away. "I told Professor Moody, I shoulda let our cats eat him." She fidgets a bit and raises up in the air. "I don't wanna talk about this, okay?" Cause that makes it real, and it's very unpleasant. She's been hiding from the headmaster, and she's the one who really needs to know her whole tale.

—-

Amber nods. "Sorry," she mutters, looking back to the book that's still in her lap. She needs some closure of her own, but only when Perpetua's ready. Granted, the whole Great Hall saw them bring in her body, but Amber's the only one who actually confirmed it - touching the girl's arm to find it so cold. It's not a memory Amber's going to forget any time soon. Of course, she's not so self-absorbed to think that her problem is the only one that matters.

It's just that she has no one to talk about it with. Tiana's not exactly a care bear when it comes to this stuff, and Sprout just cries.

She smiles again, though, pushing the bad thoughts away. "Sorry, Pet," she says again. "Look, maybe you c'n sit in on classes with me an' stuff. I mean, you c'n still learn a lot. I bet you'll learn so much that you'll be able ta teach it all one day!"

—-

"I dunno… I think Binns has cornered the ma.. AH! I'll talk to Professor Binns! I liked his classes, always so full of information. Maybe I can get him to chat or something." Perpetua seems to brighten now that the subject of her demise is dropped. It's not likely Binns will converse freely, he's hardly aware of those in front of him anyway! "Not sure I'd be able to be much of a teacher. I don't even know how long I'll stick around here. I just know going home isn't much of an option, and I didn't know where else.."

—-

"Aw, Pet," Amber says. The girl's gonna make her all weepy again, and then what are they gonna do? She'd offer the theatre where she lives, but she's not so sure her parents will take too kindly to that. She'd have to ask first, at any rate, and how do you say 'Hi, I have a friend who was killed. She's a ghost now, and she needs a place to haunt!' It makes her want to help so badly, but she's aware that there's absolutely nothing she can do. Not now, not ever. "What about the bloke what did'ja in?" she says bitterly. "Go stay wif 'im. Make 'is life 'ell." Amber scowls, slamming her book shut and tossing it over to one side. "Tha's what I would do." …And crossing her arms. Dammit.

—-

"No! He was rotten, smelled bad and looked like something that crawled from a drain!" Perpetua is now on the verge of tears. She's stuck, she doesn't know where else to go, she still hasn't had the nerve to make Walter sorry for his comments earlier in the year about people dying. If she sticks around Hogwarts too long, she'll see her friends grow a bit older, and leave, and new faces coming through and she can't join them. "Besides, he was evil and foul and I'm sure he'd be able to find one of his chums to make me sorry for trying to haunt him." Afraid of those Death Eater types? You bet.

—-

"What could they do ta you, Pet? Yer unstoppable, r'member?" The circles around her eyes are darkening again, the purple streak across her nose becoming more obvious. She's not going to cry, though. She just wants to. Maybe if Perpetua wasn't around, Amber wouldn't have this constant problem. The feeling of guilt. But then again, if Pet wasn't around, Amber would wonder where she went, if she was okay. "Look, jes' promise me one thing, Pet. You'll never b'come onna those jerk ghosts what picks on ev'ryone. Stay— Stay good."

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"I'm sure they've got ways.. you didn't see what I saw.." Perpetua says in a miserable tone. She didn't see much but she saw enough.. and a glimpse of Voldemort and.. Her eyes squeeze shut and she shakes her head as if to rid herself of the memory. "Why would I do that?" she asks, one eye opening. "Only those scary people in black cloaks and that smelly short rat fellow are to blame." Why punish others for what they did?

—-

Amber can't even imagine "Nah, I didn't," she says quietly. If anything, she'll invent something that allows normal people to hug ghosts one day. Hey, she wants to be a healer - maybe - and hugs heal, right? Maybe if ghosts got more hugs, they'd be… better. And maybe the people who had to live around their dead friends would feel better, too. "I dunno." Maybe 'cuz ghosts get bored over time. Maybe they need someone to pick on. Maybe ghosts become ghouls, like Peeves, and just torture everyone that comes their way! Amber has no idea. Maybe Rune would know more about ghosts, though.

This conversation is turning way too dark. Perpetua's upset, Amber's upset. "Oi, what'cha say we go pick on some firsties - just a li'l." HARMLESS FUN. Disregard what she just said about becoming a jerk ghost. "I mean, a ghost an' a zombie. We're to'lly unstoppable together. It'll be awesome. An' it's April Fools' Day!"

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