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Headmaster Emile Rousseau
 Posted: May 18 2017, 06:37 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 19 2017, 06:58 PM
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David had never really expected to be picked for something like this. Eternal. House. Champion.The words fluttered through his brain as he headed towards the Headmaster's office. The Hufflepuff teen was fond of the newest head of the school because of the help the man had given when David found out about a few new things he could do.

He let out a large sigh as he entered the office. David apparently was not at late as he thought since not everyone had sat down yet. Silently thanking whomever was listening, the boy flashed a quick smile to everyone and noticed the juice and biscuits sitting on the table in front of him. Feeling nervous and wanting something to do, he picked up one of each and began to busy himself with the treats. Slowly, as the professor talked about the history of the championship and the glory that each student could win, David felt himself falling asleep no matter how hard he tried to pay attention.

It was a wonderful dream. Floating in midair. It was nothing like the fear he had of broomsticks, but more like just laying on a cloud while he slept. As he stirred, he found himself in an arena of sorts. I thought we were just going over... He rubbed his temples trying to think as it felt like his head was in a vice. People?

It took David entirely too long in his opinion to figure out what had happened. A small chuckle escaped his throat, but was cut instantly short as fog started to roll in. He appreciated the prank, but to begin the tourney in such a way where you are simply thrown into something so... unprepared.

It was more than what he could have ever hoped for. Stuck in a forest, with his wand and adventure all around. This is what David lived for, and what his grandfather had always trained him for. Too bad magic was never a lesson that was on survival tests. Heaving a great sigh, determined to find out what was going on, David recalled a few things his grandfather taught him: if you see light, advance but be wary. You can hide better in darkness but so can everything else.

Taking that note to heart, David took out his wand and started to prowl towards the glow off to the left. A smirk on his face. If he could have seen them, his eyes were rapidly changing through the spectrum of colors each attempting to display the complex and confused emotions running so high through him.

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Headmaster Emile Rousseau
 Posted: May 23 2017, 11:31 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.

It was surprising to see a Hufflepuff with so much ambition but perhaps that was why David had been selected for this challenge, but then again perhaps the judges thought he needed to be put in his place and this was exactly the way to do it. They were tricky, the judges, so it was really hard to tell exactly what they were thinking when they selected the chosen ones. It seemed like David had his heads too far in the clouds to realize the Headmaster was pulling a fast one on him, hopefully he (as well as the other participants) would be more aware from now on. The boy finally did come around after most of the others were off and gone but everyone did have a different pace when it came to doing things so no one would say he was behind by any means. Once realization began to set in it the boy quickly sobered and put on his business face. While he was right to go left to find the blur of white but he quickly became entangled in the briars.

Soon they boy’s clothes were torn and he was dripping little drops of blood here and there, nothing too serious though. Soon fire ants began to find him tangled in the brush, and made their way up his trousers as well as down his shirt. Once the found what they felt like was the perfect spot they began feasting on his flesh, of course they were just ants so all they could do was bite him but it still was far from a pleasant experience as it would’ve felt like every inch of his body was on fire from the bites. After some frantic brushing most of the ants would’ve been removed but the burning would linger for a little while. In his considerable flailing his shoe had come untied and as he reached the edge of the briar patch he snagged it and went tumbling down into a tiny spot free of briars.

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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His trek towards the light gave David a bit of a sickening feeling. As he hit the briers it just got worse with his clothing starting to shred. The first drops of blood hadn't been that bad. Little drops here and there were more than commonplace on a farm, but as the thorns in the thicket seemed to grow thicker and the drops turned into little trails, David began rethinking his determination. He had always been one to work hard, but to volunteer for this?

Well, I did always like a challenge, and I already gave my word. The Hufflepuff teen sighed as he resigned to ignore the brier. Besides, it wasn't much different from the few times he had dealt with cotton. Yet, this is where he decided he made a most fatal mistake. Ants. David knew where there was one, there was a million, and yep... there was the million. He grumbled mostly for a little while as each bite was just a vague annoyance, but then they became more frequent and more often. His body no longer felt like it obeyed him but simply jerked and gyrated into the general direction he wanted it to. He had to keep moving and brushing for too long just gave more ants an easy target.

Once he couldn't take the pain of a million pincers checking his skin for another soft spot, David sat in the clearest section he could and began brushing until his skin felt cooler. Yes, he felt like each movement stung, but it was more bearable than the biting army. As he turned around and stood up at the same time, an unlaced shoe somehow wrapped itself around a thicket and stayed while the rest of him decided to keep moving. The first hit only knocked the wind from him, but it was the tumble that caused David considerable pain.

Looking around the copse of trees, David felt his head pounding to a funny rhythm. Bump-bump, bump-bump. My head... Bump-bump, bump-bump. Wha? The white light, or something, just dashed off to the left of David as he put the sound of his throbbing head to the memory of a clock. He shrugged off why he would be thinking of a clock at a time like this in just enough time to be hit with a scream that made his current headache feel like the most mild brain freeze ever. Covering his ears and curling up in the fetal position only made his neck hurt and didn't shut out near enough of the noise to make it worth while.

David lay there for what felt like ages. His head spinning and swimming in sound waves that his brain could not put together to make a single word. After finally reviving enough to stand, and wiping a bit of blood from the back of his head, the Hufflepuff teen looked around to gain his bearings. Hollow? He could have sworn there was something about trees in a forest and going down holes, but the memory just wouldn't surface. He decided to take out his wand again before taking a step forward. It was the next step that failed him he was wrenched away from his destination. Rabbit? Book. Tree. Hole... His mind was racing with the image of possibly a rabbit in a waistcoat looking rather impatient with him. Watch! He hadn't meant to yell, but he had figured out the story, but only in time to meet a different villain.

Cheer drained from him as he saw the apparition move forward. David understood in a few steps that he had no way of winning, but he could escape. He was quick enough, if he had a... he realized he was holding a wand. Magic was still not his go to for immediate answers. Thinking quickly of wanting to get away, he just needed the trees to help trip up the figure so he could make a dash. Pointing near the feet of the figure approaching, David cast his spell with the intention to run whether it worked or not. Impedimenta!

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