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All is fair with suits of war

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Seeley Pichardo

The cooing overhead had intensified, feathers drifted slowly to the cobblestone floor. That had been enough to cause Rowan to retreat from the Owlery, and the twelve potential ways they could be murdered by bird-slash-bird-posse (aka the perfect crime!). 

 

Taking the stairs two at a time, her excitement to be free from the worst place at Hogwarts - or, well, one of the worst places - was more than apparent. She was a bit surprised, however, when a student managed to pass her on the stairs, fueled by fear or competition she wasn’t sure.

 

Upon reaching solid ground, she returned to her proper prefect form - or as close to some professor’s ideal prefect as she could come when 1) she wasn’t really trying and 2) she’d just survived an almost owl-based assault. 

 

“Alright, children - kids? Cool cats? - if you’ll follow me into the armor gallery please,” She waved her hands over her head, gesturing the students towards the desired local, “Lets go see the least useful room and,if you’re lucky, it’s sorta weird residents.”

 

Following the last of the first years from the tower, Seeley wasn’t entirely sure where Rowan was leading them until they arrived at the Armor gallery.  A strange place to stop on the tour - the trophy room probably would have been more inspiring but maybe one of the suits would show them a good time.   At any rate the fifth year shrugged as she glanced at her roommate and poked her wand at one of the suits. 

 

“So, I’ve been told some of these guys move around.” She said.  “But, I’ve never seen it.  To be honest I don’t think they really do anything.  But, go ahead and check them out.  The swords are pretty cool.”  

 

If you liked that sort of thing. And of course at least one of the first years dared to test it by getting a little too close.  

 

After that, she stepped back and made her way back towards the door, anxious to get moving on towards the next stop on the tour.  Whether @rowan allard wanted to or not she was taking these badgers to the best place she could think of. 

 

And she was doing it ASAP.  

 


 

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Thea Abernathy

"Maybe if you try to steal their swords, one of them will move!" That was mere speculation, a suggestion for one of her peers to do just that because she definitely wasn't going to. She didn't want to face off with any magicked armor and make a fool of herself. So, it was better if it was someone else and not her. 😌

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Henry Sanders-Banagher

"Those swords have got to be like, hundreds of years old," he said to @Thea Abernathy. He cautiously reached out and poked a suit of armor a couple of times. The Prefects appeared to be keeping a bit of a healthy distance, so maybe he should have done the same. It was just so hard to stand perfectly still, though. He'd never exactly been in the presence of moving armor, and now that he was, he was completely fascinated by it. 

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Thea Abernathy

"Be careful touching them or they just might turn to dust," she joked dramatically to @Henry Sanders-Banagher. "And then the suit of armors will really be angry."

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Sir Forrest of Orange III

It was his favorite time of year again.  When the dust was cleared away and the castle began to buzz again with the students. 

 

The summer could be so boring.  

 

And Sir Forrest couldn't have been happier to see a large group of students funnel into the b o r i n g armor gallery where he'd been sequestered for his very favorite night of them all.  What a treat!  What wasn't a treat was the attitude spouting out of the tiny blonde maiden with her wand jabbing at him.   RUDE.   

 

He was torn. Half of him wanted to scare the living straight out of her, but the other half wanted to stay still as a stone just out of spite.  In the end, he couldn't resist giving a show to all the small ones.  "NO DUST." He rumbled out; a haunting, booming echo bubbled out of his helmet as he rattled his shield and torso.   

 

He had just been polished after all.    

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Elewyn Sauvigni

Elewyn had seen a number of suits of armour along the hallways as they travelled up and down the staircases, and now they were going to the place where many of them resided. Did people really dress like that in times past? What was the point. Wearing all that steel would have been rather cumbersome, not to mention heavy.

 

The prefects appeared to be keeping their distance, out of respect perhaps or perhaps they did not trust the suits of armour not to takes steps when people came too close. Either way, Elewyn also hung back.

 

A boy in their company reached out and poked one of them, and Elewyn thought that was a little rude. The suits of armour were reportedly animated after all, they would notice if some first year student started poking or prodding at them.

 

She decided to offer a more polite approach, giving a small curtsy in the armour's direction. "Good evening, Sir..." she spoke in a respectful voice. She had heard people who wore those outfits tended to be addressed by names beginning with 'Sir'.

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