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This passage is warm and filled with tasty smells, a few knowing students sneak snacks, but beware! Lady Makernin provides hard punishments to any person, young or old caught with food.
((Role-Play here))

Micah grinned, slipping off the table and sliding between the shelf and wall he entered the passage, the aromas from the kitchen's craft still filling his nose. "Good job Hazel." He complemented admiringly, turning around to look at the yellow lintel, "You'd think your house constructed this eh?" Micah said, turning around from the house-elfs scurrying in the kitchen to look at her.

"Probably both of our houses, since it leads to the library." Hazel laughed. "I'm not exactly sure how safe this passage is, I only just found it a couple weeks ago. I haven't gotten a chance to actually follow it yet."

He laughing, "Wit is not then limited to Ravenclaw," he said with a grin, moving further into the passage, the earthy smell increasing as the sounds from the kitchens faded, Micah looked at Hazel"Well then Hazel, more the reason to follow it!" He said jollily, holding an arm out to the steps starting to lead, "Shall I lead?"

"Be my guest." Hazel said. Suddenly a loud thunk came from behind them. All light left the room at once. "Lumos," said Hazel. "I hope this corridor actually leads somewhere, because I have no idea how to open it from this side." she turned to Micah, looking just the tiniest bit afraid.

Micah looked over, a cavalier look on his face, he shrugged walking forwards his black hair bouncing on his neck. "Lumos." He said clearly as well, and the light on his wand flared to life. He blinked in the light and held it out in front of him, "Nothing looks out of order," he said briskly. The sound banged again and his ears perked up as they always did when he was on his guard, Micah looked behind him to Hazel, "Hazel, I would suggest staying to the walls, and possibly close to me," he said with a casual sardonic grin, "You know, because I should be a protector and all that." He said even more cavalierly.


((See you! I've got to go :())

"I think we should go back and check out what it is. It could be the house elves or something." said Hazel.

((Ok talk to you tomorrow. :) ))

Micah shrugged. "Probably not," he started to ascend the stairs when a scone flicked on, Micah raised an eyebrow, going back down to the passage and then his breath stuck, him going to his knees in the dark. "Hazel," he said lightly. "No. It is not the house-elves." A tiny sound reverberated and then he stood up, holding a tiny object in his hands, light from his wand which he tucked under his arm illuminating his face, and the face of the baby dragon cupped in his hands. "Bloody hell." He said hoarsely.

"Oh my god.... Is that... a dragon? A baby dragon?" Hazel stuttered. "Wait if that's the baby.... where's mom?" Hazel said, having come to a horrible realization.

Micah crouched down, retrieving his wand between loosely clamped fingers and then looked over his shoulder at Hazel with a strained expression on his face. "Couldn't spare that light over here could you?" He asked, the freckles on his face pale.
Raising his cupped hands he studied the whippity dragon in them, it flicked its green tail around and turned up to stare at them with copper-coloured eyes, opening its teeth to demonstrate pointy white teeth. Micah's lips thinned, "Not quite sure really Hazel," he said shifting to one foot, his voice ludicrously calm.

Hazel crouched down next to him, and peered at the dragon. Suddenly she stood up "I think we need to leave-now." She said, looking for more alarmed than Micah. "Aren't you scared?" She asked, incredulous.

((sorry that i took so long- school))

((S'alright. I have to get off plenty of time for my own ;)))

Micah looked up to her, flashing a grin that fairly shone in the dimness of the passage. "Nope." He replied cheerfully, studying the tiny creature. "In fact I think this may been an interesting year!" He glanced over to the shorter girl and raised an eyebrow. "Why. Are you?"

"There is a reason the hat didn't put me in Gryffindor. But- then again- it did try to put me in Ravenclaw. We'll just have to see whether my fear or curiosity wins." Hazel said, trying to sound off-hand, but still looking terrified. She crouched down again and took the dragon from Micah. She then mumbled something under her breath that made the tiny dragon curl up and fall asleep in her palm. Having pocketed the dragon she started to make a move towards the opening to the library at the end of the chamber.

Micah snickered, "Let's." He said calmly, following her after she started abruptly, scaling the stairs he stretched his hand out and cracked the door open, light suddenly shafting into the passage; the sounds from the library entering the compartment they stood in. Micah turned back to Hazel's peaky face, raising his eyebrows. "Why I was going to keep that dragon," he said, jumping onto the floor behind a bookshelf and reaching his hand down to Hazel. "Ravenclaw Common?" He said under his breath.

"Oh, you can have it if you want." Hazel said. Refusing his hand, as she helped herself out of the passage and into the library. "Umm... I think we are in the restricted section."

Micah glanced over, his face cool and it wasn't for the refusal of his hand. "So we are." He said, slipping from behind the bookshelf and into a darkly lit chamber, armchairs were laid around the walls, sticky wax hanging from tapers.
His aristocratic nose turned up. Micah commented, "Capital." He looked back to Hazel, hand drumming against a panel on the wall subconsciously. "Shall we then?" he asked, "This shouldn't go on for too long..."

((Capital twist that, xD.))

"Yeah let's figure out how to get out of here, before Lady Makernin figures out that we're here." Hazel said. She walked left and then around the corner only to come running back towards Micah, seconds later.

Micah's eyebrows contracted quizzically and his lips twitched, "Do tell what so startled you," he said, nimbly plucking the dragon from Hazel's hand and putting the little green beast gently in his pocket. He looked up, his black eyes sparkling in the shafted white light from a window above, truth be told he wasn't feeling too chipper but well, if you've face goblins...He inwardly laughed at the memory and turned back to Hazel.


((Sorry Moemoa! I'm helping with dinner so I'm taking a while.))

"Remember how I said we should leave before Lady Makernin find out that there are students are here? Well, she knows and we should probably run. Like, now." Hazel huffed. Footsteps were approaching rapidly from around the corridor and Hazel took off.

Hazel was just a slip of dust kicked up in her wake when Lady Makernin walked around the corner, Micah whisked behind a pedestal, thanks Hazel he thought to himself, leaning out from behind of the dumpy bust in the pillar trying to locate where the spitfire librarian roamed.
There! Tripping around the corner Lady Makernin was arranging a collection of books on a shelf, Micah saw her lips were thin and knuckles white from gripping the binding with a death grip. Blast, now how was he to get out of this? Quick as a wink Makernin turned around and Micah ducked behind the pillar again, blast blast blast.

((Moemoa? *waves*))

"Where did he go?" Hazel wondered aloud, after exiting the restricted section. She walked outside of the roped off area- only to find Makernin with her back turned to Micah. Just as she was about to turn around, Hazel sounded the alarm. "Lady Makernin, there are some Gryffindors dueling in the 'H' section. I think you should stop them before someone gets hurt..." Lady Makernin turned to face Hazel and quickly stormed off with a long sigh.

((I'm SO sorry that I took so long. I've been extremely busy. Again, SO SORRY. (P.S. i'm not sure "sounded" is a word, but I couldn't think of a better way to put it.)))

Micah twitched his nose and darted underneath a bookshelf, narrowly missing Lady Makernin's heels. The slim black weasel crouched beneath a old sofa and sharp ebony eyes searched around for the dragon, where was that blasted thing?

When he was quite sure the librarian had gone, Micah changed from his Animagus form to a human in a smooth transformation and lunged for the baby dragon, his brow only furrowing reproachfully when the little beast bit him on the fingertip. Turning around he smiled proudly at Hazel. "We do all have tricks up our sleeve don't we?" He asked dramatically, the green chick held in one fist. "Shall we depart?"

((It's all right! I missed Role-Playing but understand how busy we all can get.
Just a quick moddie notice: Animaguses are allowed but discouraged unless you have a good reason(or on my case a domineering mod :P) Micah was one of the first, and if anyone would like then there'a a form in Extra Topics.
Postscript: Suree! I think it is ;)))

"Uhh, what just happened? What kind of spell was that? How did you... wait- are you one of those animangle,or whatever they're called,things?" Hazel stuttered. She had read plenty about animagi, but she also knew that it was an incredibly advanced spell and she had never witnessed it before. "Yeah let's leave before she figures out that there isn't anyone fighting."

((sorry again. this can't be very fun for you- i've been out of town. I'll try to be better about posting more often))

((No problem, I know, I've been out-of-pocket as well for a few days!))
Micah brushed past her, smiling, the dragon held in his fist. "In fact, I am," he said over his shoulder, ducking underneath a low, black oak lintel. He hooked his long hand on the edge of it and turned back, a grin on his face as he looked at Hazel; his black, black eyes twinkling like stars. "Let's leave then, shall we?" he teased.

As Micah and Hazel sneaked out of the library, Hazel couldn't help but wonder what this kid's deal was. Was he one of those Ravenclaws that just liked to show off constantly or was she simply not very impressive? 'I must be imagining things' she thought 'I mean he seemed to be very nice to those house elves, and even the Hufflepuffs have been known to treat them badly. No, he was definitely a nice boy.'

"Where are we going now?" she asked as they turned left into a corridor she had never even seen before.

Micah grimaced in the torchlight although his back was turned to Hazel, "No. idea." he breathed, turning a sharp bend. Hazel momentarily lost sight of him when he was swallowed by the shadows until he emerged in a pool of lamp-light slowly prying a door open.
Sunlight flooded in and the opening revealed armchairs and windows. Micah looked back with a grin on his face, "Ladies first," he said bowing past, the green dragon jumped out of his fist and wriggled across the carpet, Micah waited for Hazel to pass before he summoned it and grinned; lifting a slim shoulder. "I guess it's a dame, then." He said mildly.