Our Chance ((Christy,Aden,Godric,Emmy, Jess, Amelia, Abbey, Marco, and Mari))

"I am not waiting all night, cause I am so important, gawd can't a man be five minutes late?" Aden said in a snide joking manor. Aden was wearing muggle clothes that were a little bit wholesome, as he felt tonight would not be a good time for his robe to get caught. Aden only came cause he thought this would be a good test for the tournament. The sppokieness that was involved did not really phase him. All things can go bump in the night even muggles, it was all about how to deal with it. Aden was good at dealing with things so this would be a sinch.

"And I'm glad to see you as well Aden." she replied to him. She was grateful to see another champion show up to this. It had indeed been a way for them to test themselves for the quad tournament. She walked up to him. "I never said you couldn't be five minutes late but you know its rude to keep a lady waiting." she said rather jokingly. Like Aden she was wearing muggle clothes. She had on a pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt underneath her pink clemson hoodie that she had gotten on a trip to America. She placed the wand in the front pocket of the hoodie so she could reach it easily if the need occured.

Amelia couldn’t believe she had fallen for what was sure to be a publicity trap of the ministry, but she stood just outside the gates of Hogwarts on a cold, windy night all the same. She had read in the newspaper about a haunted mansion in which had been placed a prize, the identity of which no one but the ministry knew. As a particularly crisp gust of wind burst up she wrapped her loosely knit white scarf tighter around her neck to protect it from the cold.

It wasn’t the prize that that brought Amelia out tonight. Although it may have been the major draw for many, she was really here for another reason entirely. She was here to prove something to herself, something she wouldn’t get a chance to do otherwise. She needed to be sure of herself if she was going to continue fighting her parents about her future plans, and this would be a test of whether or not it would be worth the aggravation of disagreeing with them for any longer.

Standing up a bit straighter, Amelia raised her wand an prepared to apparate. She had never much liked the feeling of apparition, nor the memory of how difficult it had been for her to master the skill. As someone who typically excelled at all things magical, it had been particularly frustrating to struggle to master such a basic task. Now proficient, though, Amelia made quick work of the spell and arrived on solid ground outside an exceedingly tall and dank looking building she recognized from the picture in the paper.

She was not the only one to have come, though, as the next thing she noticed was a group of people standing near the entrance to the mansion. The blonde was unmistakably Christabelle, a veela in her year with a great deal of confidence and a large group of admirers. Amelia did not recognize the other two men who stood by her housemate.

Amelia had hoped to face the mansion alone, but she knew it would be rude of her to ignore Christabelle completely, although the two girls weren’t exactly best friends. She raised a hand in acknowledgement of the girl, the other hand buried in her pocket and grasping tightly to her wand.

"Wait a second are you implying that Christy is a lady? Matt you should get yourself checked." Aden said with a smile. He was unutterably in a far more joking mood then he ever was,yet he didn't realize it was borderline assish on his part. it was the season though, and recently he had gotten a huge boost in his ego.

"So should that mean I shouldn't consider you a man Aden?" she asked looking at him. She couldn't help but laugh at the comment and she saw Amelia enter the house. "Hey Amelia. I'm surprised you've come...Didn't think this was exactly something you would consider to do." she said acknowledging the other girl that was in the room. She had noticed Aden's ego that seemed to be a bit overwhelming tonight but brushed it off. She smiled at them, "So are we waiting on anyone else or are we going to go a head and entering the house...well up the the next level." she said a little impatiently.

I suppose Emmy Jess and Godric can catch up. He said looking at the time. He nodded to Amelia and grinned at Aden. If I need to get my priorities checked you need to get your eyes fixed. He laughed. He started moving towards the house doorway.

((OoC:Jess Emmy and Godric can just post were we are when they get on))

Aden grinned sheepishly before he headed up the steps without uttering a word to anyone, but he glanced over at amelia not knowing who she was. Aden reached the double doors opening one with a loud creak accompanied by the scream of some woman scared to death. An Auror came rusing out with a pale fainted woman and hand. Aden glanced back at the others before he entered.

Amelia didn't really know how to respond to Christabelle's comment, so she just shrugged her shoulders. She didn't know any one of the people here well enough to explain to them her reasons for coming, nor did she want to explain them to anyone in the first place. If she came and failed, the failure was purely her own. If she shared the meaning behind her journey here, the story of her being here would surely spread like wildfire throughout Hogwarts, something she dreaded far more than entering the "haunted" mansion.

Amelia nodded in reply to the man who inclined his head in her direction, not receiving an introduction by he didn't seem bothered by her presence. The other boy had yet to acknowledge her presence, but it didn't bother her much. If she had her druthers she would have been here alone, but that ship had already sailed.

As they were about to enter, a scream was heard from inside the mansion and a man came running out bearing a limp-bodied woman in his arms. Amelia watched as he removed the woman and himself from the situation, probably apparating the pair of them to the nearest hospital. Amelia swallowed hard, providing herself with a resurgance of conviction as she followed the group into the mansion, keeping her words and thoughts to herself.

The hallway was dark as they entered, and Amelia raised her wand above her head, thinking lumos just as a light extended from the tip of her wand. Better able to see now, Amelia observed the faded photographs on the walls of the hallway, a few of which had fallen to the ground, shattered glass surrounding torn photographs in partially destroyed frames.