[LOG] The Huddle in the Greenhouse
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chamberofsnogsWho: Ora Yang, Alison Mallory, Lysienne Aldrern, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, and Luna Lovegood
Where: The Herbology Greenhouse
When: late October, during dinner
What: Plotting to steal the Sword of Gryffindor
Dinner was the usual affair for this year, though much different than it had been in previous years. The Gryffindor table was fairly subdued, the Slytherin table more boisterous than usual. The food was the same, but the atmosphere was completely different. As usual the earliest leaving the Great Hall were the most studious Ravenclaws, headed to the Tower or to the library to finish the day's studying. Ora and Alison ate, talking amongst themselves about trivial matters, glancing up from their plates to notice that Luna Lovegood was leaving the Great Hall, and a shortly after her followed Ginny Weasley. They waited until Neville Longbottom had left too, with the only other Gryffindor boys left their year, Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan.
Ora and Alison polished off the last of their meal and quietly left the table, ostensibly headed up the corridor that led to the library before taking a sharp turn in the wrong direction once they were alone, and backtracking through dark, little-traversed staircases, arrived at the entrance of the Greenhouse. The knocked tentatively, and the door swung open, Neville beckoning them quickly inside before closing and locking the door after them.
"Perfect meeting place, Neville," Ora complimented.
"Thanks," he said simply, making his way in the darkness of the greenhouse as if he knew it by memory.
It was crowded as Neville led them to the center of the greenhouse, beset on all sides by rows of flutterby bushes, and the occasional thing with thorns. A Fanged Germanium almost latched onto Ora's jumper as she brushed past it, jumping in alarm as it reached over in the darkness and snatched at her arm.
"Hi," Ora said to Luna and Ginny as they exchanged hurried greetings, and then crouched down on the floor of the greenhouse to discuss their plans. She looked to Luna, who seemed her usual flitty self, and then to Neville and Ginny who looked more determined than she'd ever seen them. Ora's stomach sank down on the ground. It was going to be difficult to convince them to abandon their foolhardy mission.
"So," Ora said, raising her eyebrows, "I hope you have a plan."
Neville nodded. "We do."
Ora frowned doubtfully. "Last things first, then. You're going to get the sword out of the school...how?"
Neville's face broke in a smile. He'd obviously been hatching this plan for a few weeks. "We're going to leave with it. As fast as we can, and never come back."
Ora's jaw dropped. "What?" she gasped. Neville had said his words in earnest, and he shrugged as Ora continued to stare at him in disbelief. She looked to Ginny for confirmation, who gave a short nod.
"You've all gone mental!"
"Well," came Luna's quiet voice, "I think I'm actually going to stay, but they're going to need a hand getting it all the way over to Gryffindor Tower. Ginny said you might be able to help."
Ora glanced at Neville, who had a very expectant look on his face. She looked to Alison, a worried knit to her eyebrows.
"Please tell me they're pulling my leg."
Where: The Herbology Greenhouse
When: late October, during dinner
What: Plotting to steal the Sword of Gryffindor
Dinner was the usual affair for this year, though much different than it had been in previous years. The Gryffindor table was fairly subdued, the Slytherin table more boisterous than usual. The food was the same, but the atmosphere was completely different. As usual the earliest leaving the Great Hall were the most studious Ravenclaws, headed to the Tower or to the library to finish the day's studying. Ora and Alison ate, talking amongst themselves about trivial matters, glancing up from their plates to notice that Luna Lovegood was leaving the Great Hall, and a shortly after her followed Ginny Weasley. They waited until Neville Longbottom had left too, with the only other Gryffindor boys left their year, Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan.
Ora and Alison polished off the last of their meal and quietly left the table, ostensibly headed up the corridor that led to the library before taking a sharp turn in the wrong direction once they were alone, and backtracking through dark, little-traversed staircases, arrived at the entrance of the Greenhouse. The knocked tentatively, and the door swung open, Neville beckoning them quickly inside before closing and locking the door after them.
"Perfect meeting place, Neville," Ora complimented.
"Thanks," he said simply, making his way in the darkness of the greenhouse as if he knew it by memory.
It was crowded as Neville led them to the center of the greenhouse, beset on all sides by rows of flutterby bushes, and the occasional thing with thorns. A Fanged Germanium almost latched onto Ora's jumper as she brushed past it, jumping in alarm as it reached over in the darkness and snatched at her arm.
"Hi," Ora said to Luna and Ginny as they exchanged hurried greetings, and then crouched down on the floor of the greenhouse to discuss their plans. She looked to Luna, who seemed her usual flitty self, and then to Neville and Ginny who looked more determined than she'd ever seen them. Ora's stomach sank down on the ground. It was going to be difficult to convince them to abandon their foolhardy mission.
"So," Ora said, raising her eyebrows, "I hope you have a plan."
Neville nodded. "We do."
Ora frowned doubtfully. "Last things first, then. You're going to get the sword out of the school...how?"
Neville's face broke in a smile. He'd obviously been hatching this plan for a few weeks. "We're going to leave with it. As fast as we can, and never come back."
Ora's jaw dropped. "What?" she gasped. Neville had said his words in earnest, and he shrugged as Ora continued to stare at him in disbelief. She looked to Ginny for confirmation, who gave a short nod.
"You've all gone mental!"
"Well," came Luna's quiet voice, "I think I'm actually going to stay, but they're going to need a hand getting it all the way over to Gryffindor Tower. Ginny said you might be able to help."
Ora glanced at Neville, who had a very expectant look on his face. She looked to Alison, a worried knit to her eyebrows.
"Please tell me they're pulling my leg."
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Date: 2007-11-11 06:37 am (UTC)Nevertheless, Ora was not one to sit idly by and watch her friends throw themselves into danger, for Potter's sake or not, so she was helping. The plan they'd come up with was a sound one--it had been an excellent idea to contact the house elf that was Potter's friend, and she was glad that Neville, Ginny, and Luna at least had the sense not to rush into Snape's office without at least some information. Borrowing communal brooms would be a good idea if the three of them were going to escape. At least Neville knew how to Apparate, so once beyond the Wards his location would be lost to all inside Hogwarts, though how long he could stay hidden from the Death Eaters with the Sword of Gryffindor in tow was a different question altogether. There was still the possibility that this was an elaborate trap set up by You-Know-Who to crush the Order, though she had to admit that if she was currently sitting in his position of power, with most of the members of the Order known, a trap such as this was hardly necessary.
"Three days then," Ora said simply, looking between the members of the group as it seemed they all reached a decision. "We'll meet again in three days if the Sword is in Snape's office to finalize plans."