STUDY TABLE
The common room is full of similar looking study tables, but there’s something about the objects on this one that causes you pause. The table reminds you of the nights you spent studying the fine magical arts of healing, repairing, and restoration. A writing quill has been split into two and lies on the table next to some parchment, as well as a deck of wizard’s cards.
“Ahem.”
You hear a cough and turn to find an older student eyeing you suspiciously while crossing her arms. She must be a 5th-year, and is wearing a brooch with the symbol of House Erudia.
You pick up the two pieces of the writing quill and notice that it appears as if it were snapped in half on purpose. As you inspect the broken utensil, you notice the engraving on the side:
“ENCHANTISCRIPT”
This is an autoquill! Rather, it was an autoquill. They’re not much good once they’ve been snapped in two. That said, you think you might be able to fix it with a nifty repairing spell you learned last year. Unfortunately, you can’t seem to remember it at the moment…
You reluctantly place the broken pieces back onto the table.
You pick up the deck of wizards cards. Only the most famous wizards and witches make it onto these cards, and many a student has wasted their money on trying to collect them all. If you take some time, you can arrange the cards however you wish and flip through them at your leisure.
You sort the cards in alphabetical order.
You shuffle the cards.
You decide to talk to the serious looking student who’s been eyeing you with suspicion. She rolls her eyes as you approach, crossing her arms in dismay.
“Are these your Wizards Cards? I bet they are. Your type always finds time for silly games.”
The student sighs heavily, uncrosses her arms, and changes her stare to that of a resigned understanding.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. This whole situation is just… highly unexpected, and very stressful. My name’s Lyra, Lyra Gray, of House Erudia. It’s a pleasure to meet you, ah… what’s your name?”
She extends a warm handshake and forces a slight smile.
“Your first year here? Not exactly what you had in mind for a welcome, I take it. I was just on my way here to get a headstart on some of my advanced coursework for the semester. Some teachers hurried past me, and I knew something must have happened. I’ve heard the rumors of Lysandra, of course, but I didn’t think she would strike so quickly! Though, I wonder why it was only a sleeping spell, and not something more… final? Poor Oliver, all the weight of the wizarding world on his young shoulders, I’m sure he never asked for any of it. You know, the prophecy about him defeating the dark witch upon her return? You really haven’t heard of the prophecy? It’s all anyone seems to talk about at this school. Are you really a student here?”
Lyra furrows her brow, once again eyeing you with suspicion.
“Well, if you’re not going to help, please at the very least don’t interfere with my investigation. As it happens, I’m keeping a watchful eye on that Minister of Magic Education fellow, Roderick Dunhampton. I know the headmaster invited him for the opening ceremony, but don’t you find it odd that he actually bothered to show up? With a maniac on the loose, and a dark witch threatening the school, I’d expect a politician like him to be in hiding.”
You pick up the two pieces of the writing quill and notice that it appears as if it were snapped in half on purpose. As you inspect the broken utensil, you notice the engraving on the side:
“ENCHANTISCRIPT”
This is an autoquill! Rather, it was an autoquill. They’re not much good once they’ve been snapped in two. That said, you think you might be able to fix it with a nifty repairing spell you learned last year. Unfortunately, you can’t seem to remember it at the moment…
You reluctantly place the broken pieces back onto the table.
You sort the cards in alphabetical order.
You shuffle the cards.
You decide to talk to the serious looking student who’s been eyeing you with suspicion. She rolls her eyes as you approach, crossing her arms in dismay.
“Are these your Wizards Cards? I bet they are. Your type always finds time for silly games.”
The student sighs heavily, uncrosses her arms, and changes her stare to that of a resigned understanding.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. This whole situation is just… highly unexpected, and very stressful. My name’s Lyra, Lyra Gray, of House Erudia. It’s a pleasure to meet you, ah… what’s your name?”
She extends a warm handshake and forces a slight smile.
“Your first year here? Not exactly what you had in mind for a welcome, I take it. I was just on my way here to get a headstart on some of my advanced coursework for the semester. Some teachers hurried past me, and I knew something must have happened. I’ve heard the rumors of Lysandra, of course, but I didn’t think she would strike so quickly! Though, I wonder why it was only a sleeping spell, and not something more… final? Poor Oliver, all the weight of the wizarding world on his young shoulders, I’m sure he never asked for any of it. You know, the prophecy about him defeating the dark witch upon her return? You really haven’t heard of the prophecy? It’s all anyone seems to talk about at this school. Are you really a student here?”
Lyra furrows her brow, once again eyeing you with suspicion.
“Well, if you’re not going to help, please at the very least don’t interfere with my investigation. As it happens, I’m keeping a watchful eye on that Minister of Magic Education fellow, Roderick Dunhampton. I know the headmaster invited him for the opening ceremony, but don’t you find it odd that he actually bothered to show up? With a maniac on the loose, and a dark witch threatening the school, I’d expect a politician like him to be in hiding.”