All Fun and Games (Audience)

Autumn had arrived rather late to the play and had spotted Arisa doing somethign rather sneaky looking. She decided to ignore it, not knwoing the girl well enough to be caught up in her acts and took a seat near thje front. As soon as she sat, a rocket went whizzing over where her head had been moments before, and struck a blonde haired lad.

She recognized him to be the 'boyfriend' of her best friend Luna's older sister Kailey, who she didn't notice on stage. Then again, Kaiely was a metamorphagus and that leggy blonde didn't look too familiar. She saw everyone rushing towards the boy as he fell silently to the wooden planks of the stage and Autumn raised a hand to her mouth in horror.

"No." she whispered as everything seemed to slow down. Lily Potter, the head of the sorority she hoped to join, and an older boy that she thought was named Mike had reached him first. Then came the Ancinet Runes professor-Njord's mother- and Professor Rambolt, whos he knew as the deputy-headmistress and recognized from DADA class the other day.

These were the thoughts running through her mind as she struggled to remain calm. Poor, poor Kailey. at once sprang to her mind, followed quickly by a flooding image of Thomas's dear face. And then she thought back to seeing Arisa in one of the balconies.

Feelign ill she rose and decided it was bets to take her leave. She would see Kailey later in the dorms, and Luna and herself would try their best to comfort the poor girl. But for now, she absolutely had to be with her best friend in the whole world. Thomas Smith.

It's said that witnessing a tragedy makes you feel fragile, exposed, weak. Your body shuts down and you're on auto-pilot. That's how the petite rbunette first year Ravenclaw was as shedrifted like a ghost through the corridors, trying to find her lighthouse in all the turmoil that was unfolding around her.

To cling to him and know that he was alright. That one of the rockets hadn't caught him as it had her dear friend's love.... wait...love? Is that what this was? Love....

And with the final thoughts running through her head, the screams echoed through the girl's now absent mind as she exited through the great oak doors and wennt upstairs, to collapse in an armchair and stair into the fire, silent tears streaming down her face at the awful tragedy that had befallen her beloved school.

What a pain to be known as the class of murderers. What a shame it was that those imbecels were in her year, and had offhandedly killed someone near and dear to one of her best friends, and the entire school at that. And poor Professor Aesir, oh what she must be enduring right now. The tower was silent, but downstairs the cries of agony and anguish could be heard throughout the entire stone castle.
 
Jaken had been sitting close to the back, when the entire show was happening. He found it rather odd to be sitting next to his old man, but still. They were talking about the upcoming break and Jaken requesting a friend over. Of course, they were interrupted by some kind of explosions. Jaken rolled his grey eyes. You have got to be kidding me... Pranks at a show like this? I just cannot stand first years.

Jaken saw a rocket coming toward him and casted Evanesco! upon it, making it vanish. Jaken heard a scream, and turned toward the stage. His mouth hung open, seeing a boy drop to floor. Jaken murmured, "Oh my god..." This was worse than the kidnapping...an actual death because of pranks. Jaken noticed Lily's reaction, and the others that he didn't know. Jaken stood still, if only for a moment, until he started to make the other rockets vanish. He had no idea what to do, but if necessary, he would help out as much as possible.
 
Kalif waved his hand for his son to be quiet. He had already given his answer to his former schoolmate coming over, what more did the boy need? Kalif found himself enjoying the show, hating the pranksters with every drop of his soul. He himself was a victim of one, especially. Kalif's eyes caught a first year leaving the area. Within moments, explosions filled his ears. Angrily, he stood up, and saw Jaken make a rocket vanish as it soared near them.

Kalif glanced at the stage, and couldn't help but be shocked at the situation. His stone cold face turned into a shocked expression. He glanced at Freya running frantically toward the stage, as well as Cecily. Kalif shook his head, and rushed toward the stage. Kalif ordered some students to get out of the area. As a professor, he had to help out, as much as humanly possible, even if it did go against his moral standards.
 
Isabella had been pleasantly enjoying the play, aside from the annoying bunch of first years that kept talking behind her; she did her best to ignore them. Just as the third act was about to start, she heard the same annoying whispering behind her and she turned to glare at the bunch of first years and seriously tell them to be quiet. As she turned around she saw one of the blonde girls showing the other two something in her bag. Isabella rolled her eyes, thinking it was nothing important, and returned her attention to the stage as the scene began again.

The scene hadn't even gone on for longer than a few seconds before she heard an extremely loud whizzing behind her and a shower of sparks and bangs. Immediately, Isabella ducked in her seat and squealed as she saw many ignited fireworks go off from behind. She gasped and turned to the girl behind her, assuming that that was what she had been showing her friends in the bag. "What do you think you're doing?!" Isabella stood up and yelled at the blonde girl. "Don't you learn anything! This play is about--" she was going off on the little Hufflepuff but was cut off in mid-sentence when more explosions went off, this time coming from the stage. She thought it was probably just an accomplice of the girl's but she heard frantic cries from the Prefects, so Isabella whipped her head around.

Immediately, her mouth dropped in horror and she quickly put her hands over her mouth to stop herself from screaming. One of the stupid girl's fireworks had hit Njord, a Hufflepuff Prefect's bag, causing the other fireworks it held to ignite, and it had hit him square on the chest. She stood there, with her hands over her mouth, wide-eyed and helpless as she saw him fall to the ground. She heard the many cries of the actors onstage and knew this was definitely not part of the act. Though Isabella didn't know him, tears welled in her eyes. This wasn't supposed to happen. No, this could not be happening.
 
Azerail found himself enjoying the play, a lot actually. Though, it did not manage to make him smile. He clapped when necessary, and told others that were talking to shut up when it was convenient for him. Azerail noticed a first year sneaking around, but took no mind to it. However, explosions soon followed. Fireworks? A prank? he thought. He let out a frustrated sigh. His eyes remained on the stage, and cocked his head to the side after watching one student fall. It was part of the play, right?

The screams told him differently. Azerail gasped, staring at the deceased prefect. He turned to see the Herbology, the Ancient Runes, and the Co-Headmistress run toward the stage. This wasn't planned. Azerail stood up, and rushed out of the Great Hall. He didn't want to deal with the crying of the deaths. However, he was panic-ridden. How many others were going to be victims to the horrid pranks and childish behavior?
 
Arisa heard even louder screams come from the great hall. She opened the doors and saw a boy dead, on stage. She froze, this wasn't supposed to happen! It was a simple prank! She felt the tears pool in her eyes,"I'm a murderer" she whispered. "What have I done" She wanted someone to catch her, to send her to prison, to make her pay for the horrible thing she had done. It was almost as if she could feel her soul ripping apart.
 
Hoshi's first reaction was like everyone elses. Shock and horrer. How could this have happened. The rockets used where made for indoor use there was no way this could have gone wrong. It was soppoed to be fun. Stur things up while showing the Head Boy that while she wouldn't do anything there where people out there willing to do them for her. But things had gone wrong and she would be blamed for it there was no doubt about that.

It was the Koshiba in her that was making her distencing herself from all this. There was no proof that she did it. Everyone was watching her. Seeing her what she was doing at the play. She hadn't moved from her chair since the play started. They could not pin this one on her even if it had been her idea. Hoshi silently went into the shadows slipping out. She would be hated for this Hoshi knew. While there was no proof to actually do any damage to her people knew her and what she was capable of. This was not enough to convict her that was for sure of but it was enough to turn her in the eyes of the public from a fun loving prankster to murderer.

Hoshi expected the others to follow her the way she had slipped out but didn't expect her to follow where she was going. Straight back to the common room. Into the girl's dormemtory where no one could get to her. She had to lay low for a while. With each step she took the humanity that she had managed to get while away from Tokyo was slipping out of her. What she had seen her father in his men do was starting to come back to her, twisting Hoshi and the reamins of her soul. By the time she locked herself in the girl's dormetory Hoshi felt nothing for what she had told Arisa to do and what happened as a result of it.
 
Professor King had fallen ill and had been more or less bed ridden for a little over a week now. He wasn't sure what he had caught and the nurses in the Hospital Wing weren't either. Their only advice was for him to wait it out, so that's what he was trying to do.
A patronus burst into his quarters which he recognized to be Cecily's; after listening to its message Nicolas realized that reality was calling him back to it and that he would now have to get out of bed. His mind was still processing what it had been informed of and how he would be forced to deal with the situation as he slid off of his bed and glanced about his room. It was dark, the curtains had been drawn closed by somebody and no light filtered through the room. Regardless he reached for his wand and quickly changed into a presentable set of robes, throwing a cloak on over top of it. Nicolas inhaled deeply and exited his room, not wanting to deal with this today but knowing he had to: his wand remaining gripped at his side.
Minutes later he was in front the great hall, having rushed through the castle corridors and trying his best to ignore the headache the sudden light of the day had produced in him. He waved his wand for the double doors of the hall to open and then entered, shutting the doors quickly behind him and locking them to ensure nobody came or left without notice. Nicolas involuntary smirked at how Bruin had had the thing set up for his play, but his smile quickly faded as he noted the crowd and the audience's reaction to events.
Showing no emotion he ran toward the stage down the centre aisle, his robes billowing behind him as he reached Cecily and Freya. He feigned a smile for Cecily and uttered his thanks for sending for him before turning to look for another Professor he could speak to about how the audience should be handled.
 
Andromeda's wits were finally intact after the initial shock of the rockets blasting off. They were still so very close and there was no way she could actually get out of her seat as they blocked her exit completely. She would have to climb over some seats infront of her and make her way around them just to be safe. Screams of hysteria were all around, she couldn't make out much through the smoke and sparks, people seemed to running everywhere. The front of the auditorium was barely visible to her as she began to climb over the seat directly infront of her. Another rocket seemed to shoot out and more sparks flew about.
"Damn this" she muttered as she pointed her wand at an oncoming rocket and shouted protego at it. Immediatetly a protective shield went up around her and the rocket exploded in a ball of flame against it. Giving her plenty of time to continue climbing over chairs to work her way around.

Some first years seemed to be hidden amongst some chairs trying desperately to keep away from the onslaught.
"Move towards the exit for pities sake" she yelled at them, "come on this way". She moved along keeping low and making sure her wand was at the ready if needed. She made it towards the exit and ushered the handful of first years outside.

She watched the pandemonium continue and went back into the auditorium to do what more she could. There seemed to be more smoke now than anything. The last of the rockets must have blasted itself out and still people were screaming and running like crazy. The stage was clearly visible now and Andromeda noted the amount of students and professors gathering there. Still oblivious to what had happened to her friend Andromeda headed back outside to the entrance hall.
 
Cecily was directing a few students away from the stage when she spotted Nicolas enter. Freya had left her sight, presumably she was up there with her son. She nodded slightly, returning his strained smile with one of her own. His presence was reassuring but she knew it came at a price for the pale, tired faced headmaster. Once the area was contained and students returned to their designated areas in the castle, she hoped he could return to his bed once more, though with the current situation she knew it might be hoping too much.
 
Kat had been watching the play from backstage, thinking that everything was going great and exactly according to plan...then all hell broke loose. From somewhere in the audience, though she couldn't tell exactly where, rockets or something were set off. One of them ignited Njord's bag and then she watched at her fellow prefect fell to the ground limp. Horror shot through every fiber of her being as she just stood there and stared at his non-moving body. Screams were coming from all over the place and it seemed to be mass chaos. Surely he's not...no I'm not even going to think like that Kat thought to herself as she looked away towards the audience. Pulling herself together she ran across the stage and then down to where there were tons of students running in every which direction. "Hey..." she yelled over the crowd, but no one seemed to be paying her any mind so she stuck her two fingers in her mouth and whistled loudly. She managed to capture the attention of a few students and to them she said, "I need everyone to sit down and please keep quiet. SIT DOWN NOW! Do not make me use this wand cause so help me Merlin I will!" It probably sounded a little harsh, especially coming from her, but given the situation she needed them to know that she meant business.
 
Belle had been sitting back enjoying the performance in the back of the room when the chaos broke out. She shuffled a few students down out of the way of the rockets as she made her way towards the stage. She was frantic. She had seen Njord, one of her house's prefects, fall the the stage. As she approached, he was not moving and this frightened her. Passing a few of her Hufflepuffs, she spoke. "Everything will be fine. Gather in the corner over there and bring any other of our house with you. I want as many of you together as possible."

Finally reaching the stage, she approached to see the gathered professors and prefects. Not really knowing what to do, she turned and shooed a few more students away from the gathered group, tears welling in her eyes at the sight of her fallen prefect and praying that he was going to be alright.
 
Arisa felt tears running down her face as she watched horror struck. She saw the co-headmaster and mistress walk in and also her head of house. She told her first years to go to a corner but Arisa couldn't more. Her feet were glued to the ground, she put her hands over her mouth to stop from screaming. "Oh my god" she just kept saying that over and over again in her head. She wished this was just a nightmare and she would wake up and it would all be over, but it wasn't a dream, someone was dead, and she had caused it.
 
Onyx flew about the room, having had a silent post against a back wall. She heard different instructions from different authorities, but decided to try her best to get her section of the theatre under control. How lovely that she had been given direction near where the fireworks had been set off; more namely around the pranksters. But the head of the lot hadn't moved a bit through the entire play, the only one being a Hufflepuff girl who had just showed up again.

She didn't know if the girl had had anything to do with the explosions, and from her view of the things she wondered if somethign had malfunctioned witht he props. The boy very well could be dead,but the rockets could have been part of the show. Deciding to further investigate Onyx approahced the smirking Slytherin and her posse.

"Is everyone here alright? I've been isntructed to ensure none of you in my area were harmed." the awkward librarian stated matter-of-factly, "You there, are you alright? she asked, seeing the blonde she had suspected earlier looking particularly grief-stricken,"Did you know the boy, darling?" she asked, knowing the boy that had been felled onstage was a housemate of Arisa's.

She went to put a comforting arm about her shoudler but then saw the look in her eyes was not of mourning but of guilt and terror. Her lips thinned and her eyes darted to the group,"Just have a seat. Everything will be dealt with, and you wll all soon be returned ot you respective houses....ah, there's Professor king now....let's hear what he has ot say loves." she said, attempting to not sound suspicious of the pranksters as she put a bit of pressure on the girl's shoulder,"Please be seated, the higher the target the easier it would be for one of those bloody rockets to hit that pretty little head of yours."
 
Freya had reached her son and gathered him up in her arms. He lay motionless as the chaos continued around her. Seeing the shapes of the headmaster and the other professors, Freya looked to them with pleading, screaming a silent "Help Him" with her eyes. She had to get him to the hospital wing, he had to be alright...not like her husband..."Not like Tyr..." she whispered into his ruffled blonde hair.
 
Bruin had just parted the curtains for the beginning of the final act and found himself focused on the performers just entering the stage. He was so proud of his fellow Prefects for how they had pulled this together and he was confident that the message they were offering, though a little over the top, would be heard. He had spent the better part of the first two acts scanning the audience for potential troublemakers, but it appeared that those in attendance were enjoying the performance as much as he was until...

Suddenly, the theatre was full of noise, smoke, and flashes of light as firecrackers burst forth from what seemed to be the seats themselves. He pulled out his wand quickly, but felt powerless to stop the ones that were now racing away from him and towards the stage. He watched in a state of complete dismay as those closer to the stage attempted to cast spells or dove for cover to protect themselves. A powerful explosion on stage snapped Bruin back to action and he began charging down the aisle towards the stage just as Njord crumpled to the ground.

It had always been part of the plan to have one of the Prefects pretend to get injured during the course of the play. That was the whole reason behind the title afterall, but not like this. Bruin leapt up on to the stage and bent over Njord, sliding in between the other Prefects and professors that had gathered around him already. Bruin had seen people knocked out before, but Njord looked different as his mother cradled him in her arms...like a burning candle that had just been extinguished, leaving only wisps of smoke and a charred wick in its place.

Bruin turned to those he trusted most, to Professors King and Rambolt. "Can't we do something? Take him to the Hospital Wing...please???" He yelled, almost begging them to make this situation better.
 
Arisa felt an arm go around her and heard a voice that she recognized to be the librarian. She told Arisa to go take a seat. When she said everything will be dealt with Arisa's heart almost stopped. She hadn't even thought about what was going to happen to her, they would send her to prison for sure, she doubt she would survive in Askiban longer then a month. Her legs started shaking violently and she couldn't support her weight any longer. She went to go curl up in the closest seat she could find and the tears started again.
 
Nicolas felt bad for Freya as he observed her reaction to her son's apparent death and shook his head. The worst things always had to happen at the worst of times: the muggles called it Murphy's Law, or something, he recollected. The pain and emotion in Freya's eyes caused Nicolas to turn so that she was no longer in his sights; he couldn't bear to look at it.
Professor King began to survey the room and was forced to ponder how they were going to figure out who had started this chain of events and what the proper course of action for dealing with them would be, presently at least. However as Bruin spoke Nicolas was drawn back to the reality of the moment, the stage behind him with Njord sprawled out on it and his mother weeping for him. He swallowed hard, and in the cold voice of somebody who arguably had no emotions he spoke for the first time since he'd come into the Great Hall. "I don't think anything can help him now. All things Magical find their boundaries at this." Nicolas then turned from looking at Bruin to Cecily, "Can you take him up to the Hospital wing, lest this isn't what it seems -- not yet at least?"
 
Frightfully pale, Cecily nodded at Nicolas, unable to speak. She shared a long look with him then turned and lithely climbed onto the stage. His illness must have knocked him harder than I'd thought for him not to take the boy himself. Her mouth parted and painfully she made herself speak the words as she laid her hand gently on Freya's shoulder. Quietly she told her, "Freya, let me take him." Her eyes implored her. They would take him to the hospital wing. "C'mon, let's go,"she whispered softly.
 
Freya looked at Cecily, barely recognizing her. This woman wanted to take her son. Freya stared for a moment and began to drift back to her own reality. The scene around her came into focus and her ears were suddenly deafened by the noise in the Great Hall. "Yes." she said to Cecily, "yes, we must take him to the hospital wing." She mumbled as she stood. Talking as if her son needed a band-aid and not a miracle.
 
Cecily badly wanted to tak the woman into her arms and comfort her. Yet she knew now wasn't the time. For a moment she looked out at the crowd, a split second, then jerked her eyes back to the boys. All those different emotions, all those eyes trusting us to do the right thing. Slightly nauseous she dug out her wand with jerky movements and within moments had the boy hovering on a thin stretcher she'd transfigured from a loose button on her clothes. She turned her head and looked at his grieving mother, "Let's go," she said gently. Within moments she had led him from the stage and out into the corridor to the hospital wing.

Hospital Thread
 
Onyx watched the solemn procession as Cecily and Freya made their way to the Hospital Wing with the lifeless boy on a stretcher between them. She sent up a silent prayer that they would be alright before standing stiffly behind her group of troublemakers, and the group sitting in front of them that looked genuinely annoyed by them and horrified by the situation.

"This was play was meant to teach the children about what can go wrong in a hurry...and now you all had to learnt he hard way." she murmered, her eyes staying on the ghastly looking Professor onstage. She wanted to go comfort her former schoolmate, and really did need to find out what he wanted done.

But she supposed it would be best to keep an eye on this group in particular, and figured Nicolas would let them all know their duties soon enough. And so she remained with an everwatchful eye on the oddly colored head of Miss Koshiba, a rage stirring inside of her as pure instinct told her that these hoodlums were the cause of the incident.

Yet, ahving no solid evidence other than a Hufflepuff leaving and coming back just as the boy was hit wouldn't get the lot of them in toruble. And there could have been several other children leaving their spots throughout the theatre for one thign or another, so it couldn't be directly pinend on this girl.

But by the look on the poor thign's face, it seemed she would crack under the slightest pressure.

Onyx shook her head slightly, wanting to apply the needed pressure, but not wanting to do so without further instruction from the headmaster, and more witnesses to boot.
 
Professor King nodded as Cecily left him and the hall then waved his wand and bolted the door once again, ensuring those present stayed present. There was nothing left for him to do to help Njord, he knew that much, but the situation was far from finished with. There were still a few misguided first years in the crowd and people who needed to be informed of the events of the day even after the assembly in the hall was dispersed.
Nicolas turned and looked grimly at those in his immediate vicinity before pointing his wand to his throat, causing his voice to boom through the hall. "Prefects, please sort students by house. If any students who attended this play are missing from your house group please send one Prefect to me to inform me." He waited a few moments for prefects to begin moving about the crowd and calling out for their house and then he continued "Professors and staff please come and speak with me in front of the stage." Nicolas then waved his wand again to end his spell before casting a final spell to turn on some more "house lights" and allow the crowd to be much more visible.
Nicolas was determined to figure out who had done what and why, then to deal with them appropriately. Finally, he was determined to get some more rest to ensure he could be back on the top of his game in a little while.
 
Bruin watched solemnly as Professor Heimdall and Headmistress Rambolt took Njord's body from the room. He felt as if he had been stunned, but was brought back to reality by Professor King's words. He silently went about gathering the Gryffindors into a couple of the rows off to the right as words seemed to fail him. He looked from familiar face to face...most notable those of Andromeda, Kat, Kiera, and Mike, as the first wave of guilt for what had happened crashed into Bruin, knocking him off balance. He was struggling mightily to maintain his composure, fearing that he was about to be ripped under by the aftermath of this play, this stupid play.
 
Kat watched in tears as Professor Rambolt carried Njord to the hospital wing. This isn't good she thought then she heard Professor King's announcement. Calming her self she looked back towards the crowd of students that she had 'threatened' earlier. "You all go find your prefects! Gryffindors this way please. I need you guys to help me round each other up and gather here with the everyone else," she said as calmly as she could muster, pointing to the rows where Bruin was gathering other members of their house. He didn't look good...at all. She lightly put her hand on his shoulder and said, "Why don't you just sit down for a minute. We can handle this part. And Bruin...it's gonna be okay." The last statement was more to try and help reassure her friend as she could tell by the look on his face that he was blaming himself for this. He couldn't have possibly forseen this...no one could have.
 
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