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Purple People Eating Monster
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April 15, 1888 - Hogwarts Corridors

"That can't be good." Sisse stared at the puddle (more like lake to the petite twelve year old) of water that flooded the corridor in front of her. It extended from wall to wall of the stone corridor rather inconveniently blocking her path. The water appeared to have seeped out from under a nearby door, a purple fog was now crawling from under the stout wooden door, its fingers reaching toward the second year.

Frowning Sisse tentatively fingered her wand in her pocket. She should probably go find a professor, but maybe she might actually know a spell that could. Besides, what if someone was beyond the door and needed help? But what spell? Maybe a cleaning spell. They had learned one in Charms maybe that would work.

Decision made Sisse drew her wand and cast the spell with a confident pull of her shoulders and tone of voice. Water in front of her feet began to scrub into the floor and a smile appeared on her lips. Yes! She had done -

Her success was short lived, the water began to bubble and froth, turning purple and quickly beginning to expand. No longer creeping the water began to bubble and gush in purple frothy delight. That really wasn't good.

"Oh no." Sisse whispered quickly backing up.


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With any luck, George thought, the school's nurse would be able to give her something for the pain that had a death grip upon her abdomen. In the months since her first blood, the Ravenclaw boy had become uncomfortably aware of the pangs that accompanied it sometime. It was the pain that George blamed for poor quidditch performance in their game against Slytherin, and an inability to concentrate on class today. Worse, it had to be borne altogether in silence—did George's distinctly female peers have some secret remedies kept from their male peers? Did George dare ask, dare to reveal her secret to anyone if it gave her some sort of reprieve?

No, probably not.

But her personal troubles were, momentarily, placed upon the back burner as a small, but clearly present, wave of purple began to lap against her shoes and ankles. The Ravenclaw's brows knitted together in confusion as George cast her eyes down the corridor, only to see more and more water growing seemingly from nowhere, and a rather startled (and rather guilty)-looking Sisse Thompsett stood in the middle of it.

Wand at the ready, just in case, George attempted to ford the purple tide.


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Thank Merlin for George Waterford's appearance. Ever since Sisse had gotten stuck with him on the moving staircases last year she'd thought of the older Ravenclaw as something of a friend. Perhaps he could help her. "I-I tried to clean it up." Sisse immediately started to explain. "But it only got worse. Careful, I'm not sure what it will do to you." Mr. Waterford apparently didn't care that the purple water was lapping his shoes, Sisse watched him fretfully as he made his way toward her.


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"But what is it?" the Ravenclaw asked, some concern and a great deal of wariness to her tone. It occurred belatedly to George that this was a question to ask before stepping into it, but it was too late for such a sensible action.

The purple rather fizzed against her ankles as it seeped through the fabric of robes, of socks, but neither burned nor threatened to transfigure her into a guppy, which George thought was a good sign.


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Though George is publicly presented as male and should be addressed as He/Him/His, privately she considers herself as female and will use She/Her/Hers pronouns.

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"I-I don't know." Sisse stammered, glad to see that nothing appeared to be happening to Mr. Waterford. "It's coming from the bathroom." She pointed at the seeping liquid from under the door. Maybe now that she knew it wouldn't burn her or make her turn purple, they could investigate the source of it. She stepped forward toward Mr. Waterford, her own pretty boots disappearing into the muck. Mother would scold her for it, but there was nothing she could do about that now.


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George raised both eyebrows as her eye-line followed the Gryffindor's gesture to the door that lead to the girls' toilets. For appearance's sake, it was not a threshold that the Ravenclaw felt comfortable crossing.

"Perhaps we ought to fetch a prefect, or a professor," the fourth year suggested, perhaps a bit more intently than anticipated. "Surely they'd be better qualified to see to whatever this is than we would?"


Beauty set by Soph <3

Though George is publicly presented as male and should be addressed as He/Him/His, privately she considers herself as female and will use She/Her/Hers pronouns.

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Mr. Waterford was right of course. The practical course of action would be to get someone who actually knew what they were doing. But Sisse wasn’t sure they had time. “Look at how fast it is moving!” Sisse had only just stepped into the purple muck and already it appeared she had come into the puddle of muck by at least two meters.

Around her ankles the muck was rising, fizzling with tiny bubbles that crept toward her stockings. Something was jumping out of the purple goo now … was that fish? Tiny purple fish? There was no way they’d be able to fix this. “You’re right, we should get help.”Sisse turned and lifted her foot to step out, but she was stuck.

With wide eyes Sisse turned to Mr. Waterford. “I’m stuck.” She tried to sound calm as she tugged at her foot but it hardly moved at all.


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It was coming more quickly, more aggressively. George was about to depart, to find Turner or Professor Ruskin or anyone who might be of use when the Gryffindor's words reached her: I'm stuck.

Merlin help them.

Nervously, almost frantically, George took a step towards Miss Thompsett.

Or tried to, at least.

"Me too!" the Ravenclaw answered, sounding rather too panicked for comfort.


Beauty set by Soph <3

Though George is publicly presented as male and should be addressed as He/Him/His, privately she considers herself as female and will use She/Her/Hers pronouns.

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The tone of Mr. Waterford's voice was anything but reassuring. Sisse could feel her own concern building as she tried to shift her feet.

"We should try to call for help." Sisse was trying to remain calm, to think of a plan that would work, but she was getting increasingly concerned by Mr. Waterford's own inability to help.

"Help!" She called, taking the initiative. Her voice echoed down the stone corridor. Hopefully someone would hear them.


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One of the first years in her house fell into one of the poltergeists more aggressive pranks which had caused amusement for anyone that had witnessed it and a minor injury for the victim. The slytherin was on her way back to her dorm after escorting a housemate to the hospital wing when the prefect heard a call for help.

While she would rather pretend not to have heard the little girl’s voice, she did have a sense of duty. October dashed to where the shout had come from to be greeted by sight of two students and a river of purple sludge. "What is this?!" The slytherin asked while she anxiously took a couple of steps back. 

It looked bad.


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Germander as well would far rather have just rather ignored the call for help. It wasn't a voice he recognized, therefore he didn't particularly care what happened to them. However he made his way over regardless, propelled but both that annoying, nagging sense of duty along with a stronger, slightly morbid curiosity of what in the Hogwarts castle would propel someone to call for help with an actual sense of panic.

Footsteps stopped abruptly at the edge of the purple gunk as he had utterly no desire to step in unknown liquids - or he assumed it was a liquid. It seemed to move of it's own accord and pooled.

"What did you two do?"
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The cavalry had arrived—or at least, prefects had. While George knew little of Miss Lynch, she was swiftly relieved to see Macnair—perhaps it was wrong for the Ravenclaw to favour another, but George rather thought that if any student could rectify this, it was the sixth year.

"We found the corridor like this!" George insisted, wide-eyed. Though she did not know if that was truly the case for the young Gryffindor, she was hardly about to throw Sisse under the carriage!


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Though George is publicly presented as male and should be addressed as He/Him/His, privately she considers herself as female and will use She/Her/Hers pronouns.



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