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

"Its just a mansion thats haunted right?" she asked looking at Amelia as she heard the scream. She turned her head to the door and saw the auror bringing out the fainted woman. Well this shall be interesting. She was either too scared or the spirits in this house are just that horrible. She thought to herself. She looked at them as she moved forward and stepped into the house. "I'm not standing out here all night. The thought of fright seems like too much fun to me." she said stepping into the door of the mansion.

She could feel and see the spirits already. She could swear she felt them breathing down her neck but she thought nothing of it as she saw several people already in the mansion searching around jumping and screaming at the slightest thing. She couldn't help but laugh at that. At least she had the advantage of seeing all spirits without problem.

Amelia wouldn't be swayed by the obvious amount of fright reverberating from the others who had entered the house before them. These people were here for an object; a silly prize that could be anything or nothing at all. They didn't even know the object of their devotion, the object for which they risked fear and heaven only knew what else in this house.

Amelia had something bigger to strive for, and it was that which kept her moving forward despite the blood stained walls, the air which moved despite there being no windows on this level, and the attempt of the older of the two men to try to scare Christabelle. The house was intimidating, to be sure, but so were so many other things. If she backed down from all of them she would never excel; not to meet her parents expectations, nor to overcome her own.

Spotting what looked like a step across the room, Amelia moved her wand to lend better light to that corner. It was almost completely covered in spider's silk, a web which obscured most of the staircase from view. Lowering her wand, Amelia pointed it at the web and spoke firmly. Diffindo! she said, a small silver spark emitting from the end of her wand and eliminating all but a few strands of web, which hung precariously from the top of the door frame.

"I think this is the way up," she whispered to the other members in her group, not entirely sure why she had resorted to speaking in a hush.

Christabelle looked at Matt after seeing the blood on the walls. He had obviously tried to scare her and she jumped a little bit from the shock of being touched on her sides, her being slightly ticklish. "Gods Matt you're so childish!" she said looking at him, "I swear a fourteen year old boy really." she said as she pulled out her wand. "Lumos." she said so she could see better through the house.

Christabelle looked at Amelia who was ironically right next to her, "I think it is too." she said laughing, "Me and you are both standing on the stair case and the stairs are going up." she said looking at her. She couldn't blame the girl for pointing it out. They had been in there as a group after all. "Well do you want to lead the way or should I?" she asked swatting away several cobwebs. She missed having Godric and Gift with her. Gift would have already scouted out the house and told them what they would run into but then again this was preparing her for the tournament so she had to get used to not having help from her cousin and his familiar.

Aden had the ability to see the future, but as that did not work on command. he would get a sense of danger. like the Spidy sense that spider man had a hero in a popular muggle comic. When the temperature began to lower however slight Aden was able to summon his happiest memories. With it's energy bursting at the seems of his conciseness he flourished his wand in sync with he tongue and out sprang a silver wolf, As Aden sent it forward pushing the demontor away. Aden kept up the stairs close behind matt

Christabelle had felt the cold snap in the air. She quickly knew what it was before Matt had even said anything. Of course it was a dementor. The only question was, why would the ministry keep them in a haunted house where students would be coming to. Not all students knew the patronus charm, therefore the situation would or could prove to be quite dangerous. Her mind easily went to the happiest moment she could think of. The night Nick had proposed to her. Out of so much sadness that had filled her life, that had been the light at the end of the first of many dark tunnels.

She immediately let go of the lumos spell on her wand and gripped it even tighter than she had before. She wouldn’t let anything happen to her because of a dementor that had been in a haunted house instead of at its place in Azkaban. Her mind held on to the thought she held of she and Nick when she was presented with the ring and he had placed it on her finger. It had undoubtedly been one of the…if not the most happiest event of her life. Other than that, her mind went on having Abbey and Allie as sisters. Something that made her happy despite the horrible event that led to her parents’ adoption of the girls. She couldn’t help it as she saw Aden use the charm successfully to not do the same herself.

“Expecto Patronum!” she said bringing forth a full grown tiger out from her wand as she stood next to Aden. It moved with his wolf to help push back the dementor. It even seemed to appear growling at the dementor. She smiled at that. The quicker they got it away from them the quicker they could move on up through the mansion.

As soon as they reached the top of the stairs and were on the second floor of the house Christy looked around feeling something odd happening. “Guys I think the house is shifting on us.” she said as the stair case disappeared and walls were switching places on them. The house not only was haunted but was alive as well. This would be very interesting, she thought as she looked around for what would be the best way to continue. She sighed and looked around as another ghost had past them and waved at them in a rather sadistic fashion. Something could be said for them: either they had a sick sense of humor, or they were really that messed up in death.

Before she could say anything her mind became quickly fogged in a vision. It took her a moment but she quickly came out of it having the strong urge to go left. “I think we need to go this way.” she said looking at them as she started to move to the left. “Don’t ask me but I have to go this way. it’s a strong pull. Aden you can’t say you don’t get those because I know you do too.” she said not wanting to go into detail about the vision she had. It was difficult to explain seeing to someone who wasn’t very into divination, which she knew Amelia was not.

Amelia too had sensed the cold in the stairwell, but she had been more cautious about casting her patronus. She knew the others would be quick to cast, but she wanted to see what she was up against before she immediately went for her wand. From experience, she knew these types of things often played on people's most instinctual reactions, such as assuming a dementor with a sudden drop in temperature. It could easily have been a cooling charm placed there as a trick for incoming adventurers.

As they ascended the stairs, however, Amelia saw that it was indeed a dementor which stood before them, its sucking breath rattling. She could feel herself giving in to despair, her memories clouded with every time her parents had berated her for not getting a spell on the first try, making a mistake in a violin concerto, not being good enough to make up for her brother's shortcomings. The cold seemed to grow from the inside out, instead of the way it naturally worked from the outside in.

She could sense that the darkness in her mind was going to overtake her if she did not act quickly, so from some deep, barricaded part of her mind she pulled a memory that had been formed recently. A memory of a night where she had somehow lost the shy, introverted girl that usually dominated her life and instead had been a confident, outgoing girl who had danced a waltz and a samba with a boy whose smile had made her feel like the only girl in the room.

Expecto Patronum! Amelia shouted, louder than necessary for the spell to work, but as loud as was necessary to ward off any negative memories which might prevent her for correctly casting the spell. From the end of her wand, a transparent and silvery hawk glided above the dementor, already being repelled by Christabelle's tiger and the other man's wolf. As her patronus realized the attack had already been fortified, it swirled twice about the dementors head before turning to land on her shoulder, protecting her instead from any further emotional damage the creature might like to inflict.

Breathe... breathe...