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.]

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[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.