Closed The Three Musketeers

[Adelaide Honeysett]

It was seven o'clock in the morning. Adelaide, who didn't like to be up before eight unless it was an emergency, groaned as one of her dorm mates nudged her awake and handed her a small scrap of paper. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and unfolded it. Wendall wanted to see her. Well, that changed everything. For all she knew, it was an emergency - maybe he'd fallen over again and hurt himself and needed her assistance right away. Flipping off the duvet, she changed quickly into her robes and hurried down to the student lounge. Her eyes were still blurry as she pushed open the door and saw her friend sat on the floor in front of a closed suitcase. "Are you OK? It's so early," she said, wondering why he'd brought his luggage to the student lounge.

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[Chase Warrick]

It was Sunday morning and nothing was better on a Sunday than a lie in. The previous night had been fun, the welcome feast had seen Chase eat more food than he had ever eaten in his life at once and the Ravenclaws had spent most of the night getting to know each other. Chase felt like he'd barely laid his head down on his pillow when a tapping at the window woke him up, and not just him. Chase grumbled as he dragged himself out of bed and saw that an owl was tapping at the window with a note in his beak. "What the..." He mumbled as he opened the window and took the note allowing the owl to fly off. It was from Wendall, what he wanted must be urgent to summon him at such an early hour. Chase threw on the first clothes he could find and bolted out of the tower to find his friends. He found Wendall and Adelaide in the student lounge and after taking a minute to catch his breath he could finally speak. "Whats going on?" He asked them both.

 

[Wendall Layton]

After Wendall had managed to miss the gap between the train and the platform edge, he'd quickly found two friends in his rescuers Adelaide and Chase. Both had quickly come to his aid, and he appreciated them both for the minimal amount of embarrassment. After the ordeal however, Wendall had done his very best to help out his friends in return, and only realised the mistake he'd made later on that evening, when he was left stood on the first floor corridor with one additional piece of luggage than he arrived with. Unsure of what he was now supposed to do with it, he'd asked his new friends to meet him so that they could have a discussion on the best course of action.

The Hufflepuff sat nervously on the floor of the baron student lounge. Luckily they were early enough that it should have been unlikely for other students to join them, and they'd have a few minutes at least to talk through Wendall's predicament, at least they would if they actually woke up early enough from his notes. Wendall didn't even look up when both students turned up in quick succession to one another, although he was relieved that they did as part of him wondered if they would just leave him now they had their own house friends to talk to. Besides, who woke up early on a Sunday unless they really had to. "Gather friends," he said quietly, eyes fixed on the suitcase that lay on the floor in front of them. "So, I may have made a mistake. And now, I think we have some treasure." Wendall knew perfectly well that the best thing to do with luggage that wasn't his, was to return it to a professor, but what harm would come to them if they just peeped inside at its contents first?

 

[Adelaide Honeysett]

Adelaide stepped aside as Chase joined her, out of breath. It was, she conceded, actually quite exciting, being up at this time of the morning, when the castle was quiet and seemed to thrum with possibilities. Obediently she shuffled closer, her eyes on the suitcase. On closer inspection, she found herself thinking it didn't look much like the sort of suitcase Wendall would own. And what did he mean about treasure?

Oh.

Adelaide slapped a hand over her mouth. She vaguely remembered Wendall grabbing the bag in their rush to get onto the train. "Is that not your suitcase?" she said, just to be sure she understood correctly. "Oh, this is really bad. We've got to take it to a professor." The others would agree with her, right?

 

[Chase Warrick]

Chase listened to Wendall as he tried to catch his breath. "What do you mean treasure?" Chase asked looking down at the suitcase. It didn't like the others Wendall had brought to Hogwarts. The only conclusion being that it wasn't his, he must have picked up someone else's suitcase. "Oh," He exclaimed as both he and Adelaide came to the same conclusion. "We uhm, could have a look through it first though right?" He suggested in addition to Adelaide's suggestion about handing it into a professor. "I mean its not every day we find a suitcase full of treasure right?"

 

[Wendall Layton]

Wendall waited for his friends to get closer, before telling them the full story. Aid seemed to catch on first though and he nodded glumly. "I thought it was yours." the boy said, looking at the girl who'd yanked him out the hole. The clasps were facing the Hufflepuff who wasn't really sure how they were meant to open, but surely it couldn't be too difficult? Each one had a three digit number on them, and he'd already figured out the first one was 268 but that was only because it was a low enough number that he'd gotten there eventually. There must have been some system however for the woman from whom he'd taken it for having these numbers. A small engravement showed a bronze metalic tag on the bottom of the bag reading "Gloria Rainsberg" but it wasn't anything Wendall recognised. "Yes we should take it to the Professor. I agree with you! Although maybe we should just check it first, you know, incase there's anything important in there?" They couldn't let on anything they found, but what if there was some chocolate in there that was melting all over the clothes, they'd certainly have to rescue that. "The only question is, what's the second number?" he asked, looking between them and the object between them.

 

[Adelaide Honeysett]

Adelaide was shocked. "Yeah, but, it's not ours! It wouldn't be right," she said, though she sounded doubtful. She, like her friends, was interested to know what was inside. It wasn't like they were going to take any of it. They only wanted to have a look. The Gryffindor crouched down beside Wendall and took a look at the clasps. "It could be anything though. We'll be here forever if we guess. And someone could come in and ask us what we're doing and then we'll have to tell them and we'll all get into trouble!"