July 3rd, 1888 - ? Irvingly Station

Bella Scrimgeour Clinton Podmore @"Odette LÉCUYER" Andrew Lyness Garrett Cavey Cupcake Whitledge Avril Lukeson Kenton Yaxley

When the train pulls into the station, the conductor announces, "Stay sharp out there. It's like it knows."

And perhaps it does. The locusts have settled but crunch ominously underfoot if you step on them, the fog is thicker than ever, and there is something eerie going on. Group F is sent into the station proper as the train which brought them here departs back to Hogsmeade with the conductor aboard. The station itself is poorly-lit due to disuse during the fog; no one else is here. Everything echoes.

There is a buzzing coming from the ceiling.

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It had only made sense for Clint to join in on the expedition. He was the head of the Beast division and knew how to handle creatures should anything be encountered. Even without the use of his wand, he was confident. He had a satchel of sorts slung across his back with a variety of items that could be of use in the event they needed them and a lantern in hand ready to be used in the dim fog darkness.

He was, however, not at all pleased with the group he'd been put into. It was a disaster waiting to happen, really, but he was determined to take charge. "We need to inspect every inch of the station," he said with a clear tone of authority, "I think we should get into small groups to go over everything we can within the station but stay inside of it."

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Nolan Set #Infinity

There was... admittedly more than one familiar face there, but not one that was notably friendly. Mr. Cavey had been in her years at Hogwarts and had also pursued an internship at St. Mungo's, but social boundaries had previously prevented them from being close. And Mr. Yaxley—well, not having to deal with him on a regular basis was about the only good part of no longer working at St. Mungo's.

Still, lots had changed in the few short months she'd been fired from St. Mungo's. She was now working with the MacFusty family—specifically Malcolm MacFusty—as a research assistant for his upcoming book or whatever he had planned. She was collecting data as-needed, and was around dragons. Ha!

Upon being let off the train, Bella naturally withdrew into her own little corner, wishing to engage with no one there unless personally asked to. She expected to get involved at some point, though.

(Likely, she thought, when someone accosted her.)

At the man's suggestion, she subtly slid towards the hospital intern, eyeing him expectantly. "... Can I pair with you?" she murmured, side-eyeing the others as she did so.

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— MJ is MAGICAL —

Odette couldn't help but truly wish that she had been paired with her family. Even Mireille would have been better company than the failure that made all twins look dreadful in their society. An utter disgrace. Being paired with such a girl felt like a complete insult. Had those Ministry people done this on purpose? Part of her wondered why Mireille wasn't paired with her instead, until she realized that this option would be much worse. Mireille did not need further inspiration to behave poorly.

Trying to keep her distance from the disgrace of a human being, she looked around for a person that would be certainly considered better company. Deciding to stick with a fellow female rather than hover around any men and starting rumors for herself, she gave a silent nod of greeting to the girl that she walked beside. The fact that the disgrace had suggested pairing with a man only hinted further as to why she was one in the first place. It took a fair amount of mental strength not to scoff at the thought.

Looking toward the young lady beside her once more, she gave a pleasant smile. "Shall we work together to start our search?" She asked politely. Best for proper ladies to stick together, in her mind.

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MJ made pretties

Andrew looked down at the crunch of the locusts as they stepped off the train, a satchel across his shoulder containing various trinkets he thought could be useful. Having been raised around Muggles, Andrew was more than fascinated by the fog. His wife, however, was less pleased. She’d demanded they move to one of their estates until it vanished and Andrew happily obliged.

However, the moment the prophet announced the Ministry was looking for volunteers, Andrew applied. Juniper was not happy; scared he’d die. He’d assured her he would be fine and back home before she’d missed him – though he was already missing her beyond comparison.

He shrugged the satchel, filled with some dry food, a container filled with water, a knife incase things went sideways and a few smaller things, Andrew walked over to the rest of his group.

He agreed with the Ministry man and nodded, “I’ll take one side with someone,” He said. Splitting up to cover more ground seemed sensible, “We need to figure out what this is – and what that buzzing is,” He turned his head to the ceiling.

He didn’t know most of the people here though he could vaguely make out that girl he’d bumped into – not really sure who she was again.

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Kenton was not pleased. He'd gone on this venture out of some mistaken sense of duty or perhaps a misguided idea of heroism. And then he'd gotten here and been paired with four women! One of whom looked hardly old enough to be out of Hogwarts. Not to mention the useless Miss Scrimgeour had somehow gotten herself mixed up in this mess too. He should have figured, she seemed to catch messes like they were a plague. Then there was the added insult that their group wasn't even given a destination, oh no, they'd been left at the train station. Surely the Ministry would already have figured it out if it had originated from here, what with how much they had used the trains. On the bright side he wouldn't have to worry about the death of the four women on his hands if they weren't actually venturing into the fog.

Given the fruitlessness of the situation Kenton wasn't even going to argue with the Ministry man. Might as well follow his plan, it wasn't like they would turn anything up after all. Not a fan of the pair idea though he really didn't want to find himself stuck with one of the ladies, "I'll help you search that side." Kenton told the respectable man beside him. He was fairly certain he recognized him from somewhere but wasn't quite sure where. Clearly he'd be a better option than the others, if Kenton truly had to have someone tag along.

  

Garrett recognized Miss Scrimgeour - how could he not when rumors about her flew swiftly among the staff of St. Mungos following her dismissal - but beyond that he didn't really know much about her. It wasn't like he had the time to pay attention to most gossip that didn't have impact on his own life. Especially since moving up to full healer just recently. The buzzing sound was particularly unnerving and he was more than happy to follow along with the suggestion of the man who seemed to be in charge.

"Certainly," he said in agreement to Miss Scrimgeour, relieved to be lumped together with someone he at least somewhat knew. At the moment, everyones reputations were hardly the most important thing when they had all undertaken this duty and would probably die.

  

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Avril was still upset that her brother had dared to yell at her right before bording. Did he not understand that she needed to be focused or else she could very easily die? Men were so stupid. Ace didn’t understand, and he never would. He was a coward for not signing up as well. Aunt Jade could’ve taken care of their siblings for a little while.

She turned to the sightly older girl standing next to her. Her eyes widened. ’You were in the Prophet for being see speaking to the murderer.’ Once the words were out she realized that the woman had a tein. Perhaps this wasn’t the one, but she could hardly take her words back now.

  

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MJ made Avril's set!

The moment the words left the other girl's lips, it took everything in Odette to not glare deeply into the other girl's soul. "That was my idiotic twin." She stated. Not even caring enough to try and speak nicely over her twin, this was the exact reason that she felt she would never get along with such a pain of a girl. Why couldn't they have born to at least not look alike? There were twins like that, why couldn't she be one of them?

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MJ made pretties

Cupcake had multiple reasons for signing up for this expedition. Concern for Sweetie all alone in the fog definitely played a part but a big part of it came from it all sounding dreadfully exciting. Something she never thought she'd do in a thousand years. It had seemed like one big adventure, poke around for awhile, banish the fog, become heroes, be close to her sister again etc Standing in the deserted station with some ministry type ordering them around and Sweetie's letter crumpled in her pocket it all seemed somehow more real. Less like an adventure story with a happy ending. Still, everything would turn out fine. It was just a train station.

She was a little distracted. While everyone else was pairing up she wandered around in aimless circles, her head craned back to look at the ceiling. Getting into smaller groups seemed like a good idea but she didn't much care who she ended up with. They all seemed nice enough. It seemed she was left with the man from the ministry. She smiled at him. "Looks like that leaves you with me Mr...

  

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--Set by Kelly--

While Clint had been taking charge of the situation, he hadn't gotten himself paired up with anyone and found one of the rather young ladies approaching him. Great. Normally all for flirting with pretty ladies, this was definitely not the time and he'd really rather not have been stuck with one. He was though and he hoped that while she was pretty that she had a good head on her shoulders and not one to fall into hysterics easily.

"Podmore," he answered her simply before turning back to the rest of the pairs, "Spread out and look at everything. Leave nothing unchecked but stay in the station."

Once a nod was given from everyone he turned to the girl. "I'd like to start near the rear of the station," he said, same tone as before without any room for argument before he began to head in the direction he'd said though made sure she was at least following him before going very far.

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Nolan Set #Infinity

Bella Scrimgeour Clinton Podmore @"Odette LÉCUYER" Andrew Lyness Garrett Cavey Cupcake Whitledge Avril Lukeson Kenton Yaxley

The echoes spread out as the group begins to investigate the building in pairs. The eerie ceiling buzzing begins to tail Miss Lukeson and Miss Lecuyer.

Miss Whitledge, on her endeavor with Mr. Podmore, will start to notice an itch from a massive bugbite on the back of her neck - if no one else does first. The itching is accompanied by sudden sweating.

There is another, more recent - if only by seconds - bugbite on Mr. Lyness' hand.

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Rolled 7 = Lukeson (+ Lecuyer)
Rolled 6 =Whitledge
Rolled 4 = Lyness

  

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Instead of bothering to continue any bothersome conversation, she went about searching. That is, until she heard the buzzing. And it was directly following them. Stopping and looking briefly at the other girl, she then looked up at the ceiling warily looked up. Odette tried to keep calm, even if every part of her urged to run.

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MJ made pretties

It didn't sound like Cupcake was given much of a choice in the matter, which suited her just fine. The back of her neck prickled. She followed closely behind Mr. Podmore as the rest of the groups splintered off. The prickle at the back of her neck quickly turned into an itch and without being consciously aware of what she was doing, she started scratching furiously at it. Then she stopped in her tracks a thick sheen of sweat forming on her face.

"I think there are mosquitoes in here." She tried to keep her voice light but it came out hollow.

  

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--Set by Kelly--

Clint had continued on his way once the girl had started following him. Luckily she wasn't putting up much fuss over the matter and she didn't appear overly chatty. Both were good things in the man's mind as he scoured over the area as they went.

He stopped at her words though, brow furrowed in confusion. Mosquitos seemed unlikely in the station. He was about to brush it off but he turned and glanced at her, noticing the sweaty sheen on the girl's face. Luckily, he was a pro at making his facial expressions.

"Perhaps," he said lightly as he stepped towards her, "Let me have a look." He moved to Syria Aaron's behind her and took hold of the hand itching at the back of her nap, taking note of the rather massive bug bite. Definitely not a mosquito. "Let's see if I have something to help with the itch," he ended up saying even though he was certain he didn't. He just needed something to distract her while he tried to figure out just what in the hell had bit her.

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Nolan Set #Infinity

The buzzing seemed to be moving away from where he was and Garrett didn't know what to make of that. "Do you notice that, Miss Scrimgeour? The buzzing seems to be a moving entity of some sort," he said to his former colleague.

  

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