Riddle House (Horcrux Hunt) ((Matt and Khaat))

Jess walked down the street, and over a small hill. Greeted before him was the site of little hangleton, it was a small dirty village, and up on the hill was a decrepit old house, looking dangerously unstable, and incredibly overgrown. He grinned to the other two and pointed. "That's where we have to go," he told them, walking down the hill, just as a few specks of rain began to fall from the sky, and a crash of thunder was heard overhead

"Oh, nice," Khaat said sarcastically and softly. "Why is it that villians never have nice looking places? It reminds me of all those old muggle movies. Oh, well, one creepy old house coming up." She followed Jess up the path. Her senses began to reel. She had to stop and close her eyes. Her head was spinning, and she was viciously dizzy. It took her a second to realize how incredibly strong Tom Riddle's energy signature was here, even after all these years. She had made a critical mistake in thinking this would be so easy. Now she wasn't sure she was going to find a horcrux as easily as she had first thought it would be after all. The feel of his energy again made her whole body shiver--hard. It felt like ice in her veins. "I think we should check the yard first," She said softly, trying to regain her eyesight and her balance.

Jess shrugged, your choice," he said, walking around the back of the house as the rain began to get stronger, creating a muddy sludge aruond his feet. "This is disgusting," he yelled as another lightning strike went off, and a roll of thunder went around them. "Where should we look?" He asked her, looking around and spotting a small swing set, deciding he might have a look there

"Jess," Khaat said, "You realize a megalomaniac like Voldemort would have most likely had a lot more horcruxes than we ever gave him credit for. He could have far more than we could ever find. I would suggest you look for things that are easily portable. Things he could take with him in a hurry if he had had to. And things the rest of us would overlook." She decided to have a look in the flowerbeds and the long dead and overgrown gardens.

Jess nodded and looked around, trying to spot something a little bit out of place. With a tilt of the head, and a thoughtful look on his face his head stopped. "Hmmm," he went, loudly, walking up to the back door of the house and reaching behind a multitude of vines and wrenching with a grunt and pulling an old, very rusty key off a pole and showing it to khaat," like this?" He asked

"Maybe," She said. "Might be worth hanging onto. If its not a horcrux, we might find it unlocks something interesting at any rate." She kicked around in the ground and kicked an upside down clay flowerpot that was mostly buried in the dirt. She dug with her hands in the ground and turned up the pot. Caked hard in the pot was dirt and rocks. She dug into the dirt and rocks and found, at the very bottom of the pot a huge piece of hematite. "Well, look here. Imagine that." She held up a piece of shiny black hematite the size of a cake of soap. "This is a natural energy storage device," Khaat said. "I doubt it's a horcrux, but why in the world would someone bury the biggest piece of pure hematite I've ever seen in a broken old flower pot. The only thing that stores more magical energy than this is a clear quartz crystal the same size. I wonder what the heck this is doing here." She took the stone to him.

Jess looked curiously at the black lump in Khaat's hands. "That's just weird," he muttered to himself, and to her. "May i see?" he asked, sticking his hand out. Before she could answer though Jess frowned, and turned around, thinking he'd heard something. "Did you hear anything?" He asked, looking curiously at the house, before hearing a soft groan, possibly caused by the house's foundations shifting as the ground it was held in, slowly became a muddy pit. He shook his head, "Stupid," he muttered to himself, turning back to face khaat, all thoughts of looking closely at the stone gone. He looked at the peg he'd found the key hanging off and noticed another little piece of metal, pocketing the key he grabbed onto a massive legnthh of vine and pulled, before falling forward into the vines.

Suddenly, with no warning other than a great shudder that echoed around the house, the vines started to writhe, wrapping themselves tightly around Jess' hands, cutting off the circulation so quickly, that in shock he dropped his wand, which was quickly claimed by the bushes. "Help!" He yelled, feeling his hands being pulled in, slowly, but it was definitely happening. "It's devil's s---" he said, cut off before he could finish, as a vine wrapped itself around his mouth, and pulled in, effectively gagging him.

((Don't realise what it is yet, or don't remember how to kill it please, i dislike things that end much too quickly))

"Oh, damn," Khaat sighed, annoyed. She wasn't annoyed by the fact that Jess and Matt had gotten caught in a batch of Devil's Snare, she was more annoyed with herself that she could not remember what the deuce was that stupid little rhyme Hermoine had taught her when she was a student at Hogwarts years and years ago. She knew she should have paid more attention to that. That would have to come up now. That handful of herbology classes she'd blown off had come back to haunt her. Now here she was stomping on these naughty little vines, and the closest she could come to the right verse was something useless out of Mother Goose.