2 Ghosts

[brokethecycle]

[The handwriting is exceptionally messy this time, hastily written with some sort of urgency behind it. Large ink blots surround whats actually legible.]

This isn't okay. What did I do I want to go home. Can- someone






Help?

[Norman sort of wanted to be left alone. So he's a ghost now. As much as he likes the dead he didn't really want to be one so oops.]

Comments

[bonafide_divinity]

[Okay... this is decidedly strange. And creepy.]

What happened?

[brokethecycle]

[That name isn't readily familiar to him so he hesitates. But then he's kind of freaked out so anyone willing to help he'll take it.]

I don't know. I-

...I think I died.

[bonafide_divinity]

[Really?]

You can't be dead, [inkblot] Babcock. You're using the journal network. If you were dead, you would be non-corporeal and thus incapable of holding a quill.

[brokethecycle]

Um... technically I'm not actually holding it.

[bonafide_divinity]

So, are you figuratively holding it? Exactly what is going on?

[brokethecycle]

Well- I tried, but like you said I couldn't pick it up. I got kind of mad and then suddenly the words were there on the page.

[bonafide_divinity]

So what you're saying is that you died and then developed [pause] involuntary telekinesis. Am I reading that right?

[brokethecycle]

I don't know! Maybe? I don't like this! This isn't what I wanted [The writing is getting a little more frantic, good job Tulio.]

[bonafide_divinity]

[Alright, this is starting to be very unsettling.]


Well what did

Who are you anyway?

[brokethecycle]

Norman Babcock. I'm a first year.

[bonafide_divinity]

Really?


Alright, you're either a very convincing performer for a first year or [inkblots] you died and developed involuntary telekinesis.

[more inkblots]

What the Hell happened to you?

[brokethecycle]

I don't know! I just wanted to be left alone!

[bonafide_divinity]

And someone killed you. That's [inksplatter]

[pause]

I'm sorry.

[brokethecycle]

[Its a long pause before there's any kind of answer.]

I don't know. I don't remember anyone. Everything just went black and then I was a ghost.

[bonafide_divinity]

[and then there's more inkblots]


Where are you right now?
You should be on the move in case they come back.

[Who murders an eleven year old?]

[brokethecycle]

I'm in my common room. I- but I'm already dead. They can't do anything to me anymore, can they?

[RIGHT??]

[bonafide_divinity]

Well [pause] no. No, they can't.

But do you really want to see them again?

[brokethecycle]

[Silence.]

Actually, yeah. Then we could figure out who did it, right?

[bonafide_divinity]

We?

What makes you think I'm going to have anything to do with this?

[brokethecycle]

[Wow he had to read back over that. He totally did say "we". He frowns and scratches that out.]

Sorry. I actually didn't mean to include you. I can probably take care of this on my own.

[Now that he isn't freaking out, of course.]

[bonafide_divinity]

[pause]

Are you seriously about to go looking for your murderer by yourself?

[brokethecycle]

Yeah?

[What's the big deal?]

[bonafide_divinity]

You're in Gryffindor, aren't you?

[brokethecycle]

Hufflepuff, actually.

[bonafide_divinity]

Really? I thought Hufflepuffs were supposed to have more sense than this.

[brokethecycle]

You already said there wasn't anything they could do to me now that I'm already, dead right?

Besides, why do you care?

[bonafide_divinity]

All I'm trying to say is that if there's someone out there murdering eleven year olds in cold blood, I wouldn't really want to run into them. But that's just me. If you want to go after him, don't let me stop you by any means.

[brokethecycle]

If I find out who it is, they won't kill anyone else.

[blot, blot, blot...]

I wonder what they did with my body. I don't see it anywhere.

[bonafide_divinity]

[Inkblots]

They probably just buried it somewhere. To hide the evidence.

[More inkblots]

Please don't tell me that you're thinking of looking for it.

[speterman]

Are you okay?


Whats wrong?

[brokethecycle]

Not really. Um.

I think I died.

mama peter worries about the younger ones shhshshsh

[speterman]

Have you contacted one of your professors?

You think you died?

Where are you?

ksdjfklls thats adorable

[brokethecycle]

No. Should I?

I'm ...in the Hufflepuff common room.

Shh, just your friendly scholastic ravenclaw

[speterman]

Yeah, I highly suggest it. Or actually, maybe just go to the infirmary and tell miss Maryam what's going on. Do you know where it is?

You're a first year, aren't you?

[brokethecycle]

Yeah. Guess I don't have to worry about the stairs anymore.

Uh-huh.

[speterman]

Everything will be alright, I promise, weird things are going on and the professors will sort it all out, I'm sure!

Stairs kind of suck anyway.

[brokethecycle]

But I'm a ghost. How can that be fixed?

[speterman]

Uh, I. Don't know, but.

How did you die?

[brokethecycle]

I- I don't know.

I can't even find my body.

[speterman]

Then it's possible it's a curse or a hex.

My other friend who died, well, he saw his body in his ghost form, so, there's that, yeah?

[text]

[just1c3w1tch]

WHOA SLOW DOWN THERE, CHICKEN-SCRATCHY! WHATS HAPPENED?

[text]

[brokethecycle]

I'm dead!

[text]

[just1c3w1tch]

FU
DAMN. THATS PRETTY BAD. WHAT KILLED YOU?

[The strike is still perfectly legible.]

OOPS, FORGOT I COULD READ OVER THE OTHERS RESPONSES. READINGS THE JOURNALS IS STILL FEELING PRETTY NOVEL I GUESS.

I BELIEVE WHAT WE HAVE HERE IS A MYSTERY WITH TWO POSSIBLE SOLUTIONS: EITHER YOU WERE INSTANTANEOUSLY VAPORIZED SOMEHOW OR THIS HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH THE CASTLES LATEST WEIRDNESS. IF ITS THE FIRST, WE JUST HAVE TO FIND SOMEONE WHO KNOWS SUCH A SPELL. IF ITS THE SECOND, AS I PERSONALLY SUSPECT, THIS WILL WEAR OFF SOONISH. ID JUST ENJOY THE BENEFITS WHILE IT LASTS AND NOT WORRY TOO MUCH IF I WERE YOU.

[text]

[brokethecycle]

[That sounds a lot like what the other guy said. Not worrying about his apparent dead status was easier said than done though.]

Are there vaporizing spells?