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Headmaster Emile Rousseau
 Posted: May 18 2017, 06:34 PM
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The announcement had sent waves of excitement through the school and students, it had been two years since the last one so people had lost hope that the tournament would be returning to the school even though it was a tradition. It was almost certain considering the danger it presented many hoped they would not have it again and let it fade into history, if they didn’t it would definitely free up some space in the Mental Ward at St. Mungo’s. Though when had Hogwarts ever been concerned with the goings on of St. Mungo’s? Never, and it was highly unlikely they ever would be. Even though there had been some controversy over it due to the dangerous nature of the tournament the heads of the school would not be swayed from their determination to make this event happen, it was a critical part of the school and always would be. It was a school tradition; nothing was going to make the current administration not do it, least of all naysayers. The Participants, as well as their parents, knew the danger they were facing in this tournament and willingly consented to it. No one was ever forced to take part in the event; it was considered an honor to take part in it so naturally there were always plenty of volunteers.

You had to be reckless and not have any sense of self preservation to enter this tournament (or so most people thought), many a participants had been driven to madness and never recovered from it. In fact the last champion Clover Ravenbrook hadn’t been seen since graduation, which was par the course for the other participants. To be honest at least she had made it to graduation, some of the others had just vanished after the year was over and hadn’t been heard from again but surely nothing sinister had happened to them. Many people wondered why someone would want to subject themselves to something traumatic and potentially mutilating. Perhaps they didn’t know or understand how this tournament worked when it came time, or perhaps they themselves were simply out of their minds. Whatever the reason was people entered and participate, it made for a glorious event and much amusement for spectators and judges alike. Of course maybe amusement wasn’t the best term, maybe it just depended on how mad you were at the end of the day.

Earlier this afternoon Headmaster Emile Rousseau had summoned all the participants after lunch for pumpkin juice and biscuits under the pretext of discussing the coming tournament, however the devious man had actually slipped sleeping potion in both the biscuits and juice. The participants all filed into his office dutifully like the good little ducks they were, sitting down they took the snack he offered not once considering that it was a trick. Besides what kind of horrible professor would trick such sweet and innocent childern? Emile chuckled to himself as they all drifted to sleep; it was a trick he had used last time to get the participants to the arena. None of them had been in the last one and none of the participants of the last one were still in school so the new ones had no warning about his trick. Of course he didn’t feel bad about it; it was tradition and one of the only things he could do to repay the students for the headaches they frequently gave him. So perhaps he was just a bit sadistic when it came down to it, or perhaps it was just simply the nature of the game from now on. Certainly no one would be coddling the participants during this and much worse was guaranteed to happen to them, so if they couldn’t handle a simple trick and sleeping potion then they should reconsider taking part in this event.

As the participants woke up they would probably be a little confused finding themselves sprawled out in the tournament area as opposed to Emile’s office not to mention they probably had a bit of a headache. They could see the faces of the fans, friends, family, school, and loved ones watching them from the stands. However, soon they were shrouded in mist and faded from sight. The area quickly drew dark and a forest began to appear around the participant, the moon hidden mostly behind the clouds just the barest of bare from being full. Were you in the Forbidden Forest? Unfortunately only time would tell. If you were then it certainly couldn’t mean anything good at all, as it was still dangerous and brimming with horrible creatures who would eat you without a second thought. You should probably hope you were in a different forest; then again that didn’t mean it would actually be better than the Forbidden Forest, so perhaps you didn’t need to hope quite so much as with the Forbidden Forest you knew what dangers awaited you whereas this one was a mystery. Seeing a flash of white off to your left you can’t help but be curious, what else could possibly be here in the forest with you? Are you brave enough to find out?

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You can’t go forward by staying where you are so you must work to complete the task so you can get out of here. It was entirely too late to try and quit now, you had committed to this. Not to mention the fact they probably wouldn’t let you pull out at this point, you’d decided you wanted this fate. Besides, it would be dreadfully embarrassing if you quit now before it even really started and it would certainly only make you the mockery of the school if you did quit. Looks like you didn’t have a choice did you? Off to the left where you saw the blur is thick with underbrush and briars certain to stick you, and off to the right the trees are so thick it will be difficult to get through. If the participants turn around they will see nothing but pure darkness, and if they walked that way they’d soon hit an invisible barrier. Looks like forwards was the only way to go for the chosen participants, though one couldn’t be sure of what lie ahead of them.

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 Posted: May 23 2017, 02:27 PM
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Caleb had made a huge mistake. Huge. In an effort to make his family take him seriously, he had asked his cousin, Dre, for advice. Again. It wasn’t the fact that he had asked for advice that caused the issue, nor was the advice itself, but the fact that Caleb had jumped on board with said advice and would certainly face death, was the mistake. The brown haired boy tossed a hard boiled egg in the air and caught it once gravity took hold, flinging it back towards the ground at an alarming rate. Mistake. Death was imminent. He remembered stories of the last EHC, the girl that had won kind of lost her shit afterwards. Those were rumors though. He could only hope that they were incorrect.

Incorrect or not, Caleb stared in awe when the Headmaster’s summons came. A shiver traversed his spine, the hairs standing up on his forearms with the realization that he had to visit the headmaster. And the whole EHC thing. Fear twisted his intestines, burning his insides in a new and fun way. Part of Caleb wondered if it had to do with the amount of eggs he had eaten at lunch, or the chocolate eggs he had eaten outside the great hall, or the four other hard boiled eggs he had eaten next to the fountain. No, he was sure it was the impending doom of delight known as proving to his family that he could do more than obsess over eggs. Definitely not the eggs he had eaten, but to be sure, he figured he would hit the head before meeting with the headmaster.

As he exited the restroom, Caleb shuddered and glared at the giggling Myrtle. Never in his life had he felt so exposed or dirty. He let the door shut behind him, blocking out her giggling and words that made a blush stain his cheeks. The ghost, Caleb guessed, was far dirtier than any of the women that Dre stripped for on a regular basis. With a shake of his head, he turned down the corridor to Emile’s office. A sigh escaped his lips when he glanced left and then right at the grey stone walls peeking between paintings and tapestries. For the life of him, he wondered for the thousandth time why they couldn’t paint at least one wall eggshell white.

Caleb entered the office, the last to arrive, and sat in the only available chair. Biscuits and tea right after lunch seemed like a terrible idea until his trip to the restroom, but now, he could devour everyone’s food and drink. After all, he was a growing boy. Nodding to the others, Caleb took the cup of tea and plate with a biscuit. Bone china, white and seemingly boring until he inspected it closer. A slow smile tugged at his lips when he realized that the cup and the plate were decorated with unicorns, magical creatures, and the mascot for his native home, Scotland.

The boy took a large gulp of tea and continued to grin to himself. The headmaster was clever, indeed, in his opinion. Unicorns. Though he wondered if all the cups were decorated the same or if his had been special. As Caleb tilted his head to check out the others, he felt heavy, his eyes fluttering shut as he slid off the seat; his cup plate slipping from his fingers and shattering against the stone floor. Caleb fell with a thud, his mind no longer in the moment, but in a world filled with a variety of eggs and pretty girls.

Snorting, Caleb turned to his side and then back, his eyes, once again fluttering, this time open. To his surprise, the office no longer existed, but something else. He groaned, ran a tan hand over his scruffy face and glanced to the left. His eyes were slow to focus, but he made out the stands and his family, the majority with looks of disdain or hope that he would do something productive. Standard, for them. Caleb spotted Dre, determination on his older cousin’s face spurred the boy into the present. No eggs, all EHC. Groaning, Caleb pushed himself up from the ground only to lose sight of his family in a mist. Darkness enveloped the Scot, the mist dampening his skin, and left him wondering if he had enough eggs to survive the task.

As his eyes adjusted to the dimness, Caleb realized they were in a forest. Not exactly a lush, inviting forest of back home, though. Tree branches dipped and and curled, the nettles and leaves covering Merlin knew what, and yet he knew he had no choice. A flash of light brightened parts of the forest to the left and sent something skittering in the underbrush. Caleb reached into his pocket, pulled out his wand, and muttered, “Lumos.”

What had Dre said to him about the EHC? Be afraid? Nope. Be confident, be brave, be cool. Oh yeah, and when in doubt, sing. Caleb was sure it was something like that and began to hum, “How Many F*ucks.” A Muggle song, however one that he needed to square his shoulders and begin the task. Humming loudly, Caleb raised his hands and danced in a circle before headed to the left where the light had flared and the underbrush awaited.

Still humming, Caleb stopped short of the mess before him. Over the last few years, he had learned a ton of useful charms and spells to help him in the situation, he only had to decide on one. Or possibly, two. The humming quieted as he mentally tossed Diffindo and Spongify around in his head. One would cut through stuff, and the other would make an object spongy, much like the white of a hard boiled egg.

“Spongify!” In his mind, spongy was fun. If he had chosen correctly, he could just push down the underbrush and walk on it. If he was truly lucky, he could bounce his happy arse across it while humming his tune of confidence. If he was wrong, he could embarrass his family, friends, and possibly, himself.

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Headmaster Emile Rousseau
 Posted: May 23 2017, 11:41 PM
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The trickery the participants faced seemed to cause a serious discord, what had they been expecting when they signed up for this challenge? A walk on the lawns was definitely not it, and to be fair a walk in the Forbbidden Forest would’ve been much more pleasant when it came down to it to be honest. Upon awakening you could almost sense the optimism of the participants dying, it was almost invigorating. Although perhaps it would give them the proper motivation to push on and make the most of this challenge, or if they were unlucky it would shut them down. If it did it would be most unfortunate because they hadn’t even been truly pushed anywhere near their limits yet, though all in good time.

This boy had an obsession with eggs and there was no trying to make sense of why, so it really wasn’t worth wasting your time to try and do so however all that mattered was it made him vulnerable. His distraction would cost him dearly if he let it get the best of him during this game, although it would definitely make for some good entertainment. However, it did seem like this boy possessed enough common sense, unlike most of the other’s, to realize what a grievous mistake he’d made by entering this tournament before it even began so he should be commemorated for this. The boy spotted his cousin in the crowd just before they disappeared and it was as if the titanic was sinking all over again as realization set in, he was fecked and he knew it.

The boy began to hum and to be honest it was such an unexpected thing the forest simply paused, not knowing how to react to it. He continued on trying to calm his nerves and the forest settle, music is seemed placated it...well at least for the time being. It was enjoying the tune until he stopped and cast his spell, then things took an unexpected turn. It wasn’t that the forest liked the boy any better than any of the other participants, it loathed them all, but since he had provided mild amusement and enjoyment to complied. The weeds and burly underbrush flattened out for the boy making a smooth path for him to go through. It was fine and well until something from behind pushed him sending him rolling down the path he had just cleared. By some miracle, or because the forest wanted it so, he didn’t hit a single tree as he picked up speed. He was making marvelous progress and things were going very well until the ground disappeared out from under him.

SPLASH! Caleb landed into a pitch black lake, the water was brackish and it reeked horribly like decomposition even though corpses were nowhere to be found. The water around him began to bubble as something rose to the surface from the bottom, within seconds a giant egg broke the surface of the water. Intrigued, or obsessed you be the judge, the boy approached the egg and gently laid a hand on it trying to caress the perfect specimen. As soon as his hand touched it all hell broke loose, the egg shell shattered and grindylows came pouring out of it like...well a yolk out of an egg. Instantly they mobbed the boy, forcing his head underwater attempting to drown him if they could. After a struggle the boy managed to break free of the awful creatures and drag himself to shore away from them, mutter heavily about the trick egg.

The trees were growing thick now and the underbrush seemed more gnarled here then in the surrounding areas. In the distance a noise started so quietly at first that your subconscious just ignored it but it was growing, suddenly it was so pronounced you wonder how you even missed it. It was the ticking of a grandfather clock, just hearing it was slightly oppressive like it was important and should mean something to you but you couldn’t remember what or why it was important. Ahead of you off to the left again you caught sight of the white blur from before, was it something alive? Before you could make sense of anything your attention was shifted elsewhere when an awful shrieking sound pierced the air, forcing you to your knees and to cover your ears out of fear they may bleed if you did. What could make such an awful sound, and why would they put you in a forest with it?

Recovery from such a screech would surely take some time, hopefully you thought about investing in some ear plugs after that. Ahead by the hollow of a tree you could barely make out a hole, and it drew you to it for some reason. You knew you had to get to it so you could go forward, taking a step forward you were suddenly jerked back by an invisible force. Surely your tailbone was going to be a little sore now and had you bumped your head? Looking back towards the tree you saw something white there again. Was that a rabbit? Oh dear lord, why was he wearing a waistcoat? As quickly as he was there he vanished again, certainly you must have hit your head harder than you thought when the force grabbed you. The screech echoed off to your right and in came a mostly indistinguishable shape, all you could make out was the flapping of cloth in the breeze. Coming forward the shape quickly pulled a sword from it’s robes. ”Foolish Child you never should’ve entered my domain. I will be your undoing.” The creature charged, it’s skill with the blade clear. A thought entered the back of your mind as if almost placed there, perhaps the hole could save you.

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Headmaster Emile Rousseau
 Posted: Jun 14 2017, 07:34 PM
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An awful screeching sound could be heard overhead, dear god what now? A giant eagle could be seen circling you overhead, and before you could take a moment it’s giant talons were headed right for you. Scrambling as much as you could you tried to escape the eagle but very quickly after you started your escape giant talons encased you. You flew through the air before the bird dropped suddenly, a few feet away it released you and you landed like a sack of potatoes. Standing up you took a deep breathe trying to get air back in your lungs where it belonged, though you were quickly overtaken by a cloud of choking smoke that made you feel lightheaded and almost high.

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It took a few minutes by the smoke finally cleared revealing the inside of the arena and the crowd erupted into cheers, by god you were finally finished! ”All participants will report to the Hospital Wing to be given treatment by Healer Lufkin. This is not optional. Well done!” Boomed Emile’s voice. Shortly after a few staff members entered the arena and escorted you back to the castle, past the screaming and cheering crowd.

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