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Diagon Alley Ski

Diagon Alley Ski Lodge

Flopping down on your couch, you begin rereading the Harry Potter books for the gazillionth time. Just as Harry’s finally going to Hogwarts, you’re interrupted by your parents calling you to dinner. You set down the book with an annoyed sigh, deciding to keep reading after dinner.
Returning to the book, you notice a strange lump between the pages. You excitedly flip through to find what seems to be your Hogwarts letter! Opening it up, you read the following, written in familiar loopy handwriting: 

Dearest CBer,
This is not your Hogwarts letter.
Sorry.
It is, however, an invitation to the most marvelous experience you could ever dream of: a month’s stay in none other than the Leaky Cauldron, for 15 people only (not including companions). All supplies will be provided, and yes, the popcorn is free. Just fill out the attached forms before the slots are all taken. We await your owl!
~ Albus Dumbledore & Hogwarts Staff

CBers:
Name:
Gender/pronouns:
Approximate age:
Brief appearance:
If you were to meet ___, what would you do? (answer for each of the following: Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood, Albus Dumbledore, Lord Voldemort)
Who is your favorite Harry Potter character?
What spell would you like to learn first?
What sort of wand do you think you might have? (if you don’t know, list character traits that might have to do with wand selection: bravery, creativity, foolishness, etc.)
What is your favorite food item, magical or non-magical?
What is your Hogwarts house? (combinations are okay)
What do you wish your Hogwarts house was?
What is your opinion toward purebloods, half-bloods, and Muggle-borns?
What is your favorite location in the magical world? (Diagon Alley, Hogsmeade, Hogwarts, etc.)

Companions (up to 2, or 3 if you ask VERY politely and give the staff chocolate (white chocolate doesn’t count, sorry)):
Name:
Type (AE, CAPTCHA, etc):
Gender/pronouns:
Approximate age:
Brief appearance:
Describe your personality in five words:

submitted by Albus Dumbledore, Hogwarts
(April 7, 2019 - 1:22 pm)

I AGREE WITH EVERYONE ELSR I THINK ITS ME AS WELL!!!!

But if it isn’t I’ll probably(hopefully) die the most dramatic death ever, then my ghost can laugh about that for eternity instead of boredom. 

submitted by Darkking, age Who knows?, A dimension.
(July 6, 2019 - 9:26 pm)

I AGREE WITH EVERYONE ELSR I THINK ITS ME AS WELL!!!!

But if it isn’t I’ll probably(hopefully) die the most dramatic death ever, then my ghost can laugh about that for eternity instead of boredom. 

submitted by Darkking, age Who knows?, A dimension.
(July 6, 2019 - 9:26 pm)

Day Eighteen:

Darkking woke to the smell of waffles drifting up from downstairs. Excited, he tossed off his blankets and raced down the stairs, knowing without a doubt that one of the ghosts would follow behind him, as his plan stated. He reached the dining room and spotted Sammy sitting at a table across the room. Suddenly, he was struck by a thought. Sammy had to be the murderer!

“Um, I gotta go…” he said, edging toward the door. Far from being angry, Sammy looked as though she’d had the same thought. Her eyes widened and she fled out the door.

Darkking sprinted after her, not knowing exactly why. Perhaps he wanted to keep her in sight, perhaps he wanted to protect her from doing something stupid. The two ran down the street behind the Leaky Cauldron, growing more and more panicked. Finally, Sammy felt she couldn’t run another step, and she stopped, hands on her knees. Darkking paused beside her.

“Look. I-I promise I’m not the murderer,” he said, his voice shaking. He set his wand beside his foot, afraid of how vulnerable it made him. Sammy did likewise, though, and he sighed with relief.

“I won’t -- murder -- you,” she panted. She began edging away from him. “What -- about -- you?”

Darkking shook his head helplessly. “I wouldn’t do that, Sammy. You know that.” Sammy nodded slowly. “Do you want to go back and finish your breakfast?” he asked with concern. She nodded again. Together, they began walking back the way they came, toward the inn. Darkking smiled quietly when he heard soft, ghostly footsteps from the pavement behind him.

They were almost back. Sammy could see the Leaky Cauldron and the people crossing the street beside it. Suddenly, she spotted someone on the sidewalk. The person spotted her, too, and gave an expression of surprise and anger. Sammy shivered.

“Darkking,” she began, trying to point at the figure. But it had already darted inside a nearby bus. Sammy could hear its engine starting.

Darkking pushed back the hood of his sweatshirt and squinted into the morning sun.

“Who’s driving that bus on the corner?” he muttered, half to himself. “It almost looks like… wait.” His eyes widened as he realized the truth. But it was too late. The bus roared down the street toward them. Sammy and Darkking tried to step out of the way, but it was a futile effort; first one, then the other, were crushed under the inky black tires of the bus.

The hijacked vehicle screeched to a stop, and the side door opened. Ella Starburst jumped out, grinning.

“And that’s what I call a job well done,” she said to nobody in particular.

“I would certainly agree,” said a voice from the shadows. Voldemort stepped out from behind a lamp post and gave her an admiring look. “Killing over two dozen people must’ve been hard work. I’d say you deserve a reward. Come with me and I’ll teach you the darkest secrets of the ages.” Ella smiled maliciously.

“Let’s get started,” she answered.

--

Voldemort looked at Dumbledore, smiling. “I think,” he said, “that it may be time to reveal ourselves,”

“Reveal myself, you mean,” Dumbledore corrected. “You’ve already been guessed.”

“True enough,” said Voldemort. He - no, she - darted her hand out and pulled off Dumbledore’s (fake) beard. 

“Ow!” retorted the other, and pulled off Voldemort’s nose cover. Laughing, they began to circle each other like a pair of wrestlers, stepping in to grab each others’ costume pieces one at a time until, eventually, they were both bare.

One had long dark brown hair, purple glasses, and bright yellow cat ears. A long tail wound around her legs, all the way down to her sneakers, where she’d doodled her name: Kitten. (But, of course, you already knew that.)

The other had green eyes, tan skin, and curly brown hair down to her shoulders. Her indigo t-shirt had bright turquoise letters on it: Summer.

Summer began to step toward Kitten, only to feel something squishy under her foot. “Maybe we should do something about these bodies,” she said.

Kitten smiled and raised her arms up in a grand gesture, as if she controlled this world, since she did. Jointly. The bodies around her, and all the others killed in the past seventeen and a half days, healed themselves instantaneously and appeared in front of her just the way they had been when the adventure started.

“Well, that was fun,” said Leafpool. “But, really, why did I have to be killed of poison, of all things? Couldn’t it have been, oh, I don’t know, something interesting?”

“Yeah,” put in Catsclaw. “I died on day one. Couldn’t you at least have given me a chance to die in an interesting manner?”

Kitten and Summer looked at each other, sighed, and faded out of existence.

--

We hope you enjoyed this ski lodge! Have a nice end of your summer, and always remember, we’re watching you...

submitted by Dumbledore&Voldemort, Hogwarts
(July 6, 2019 - 10:01 pm)

AHHHH

AH I KNEW ELLA WASN'T DEAD

I KNEW IT WAS HER

Also, I guessed Dumbledore as Summer in my comment on day 16! But that's okay.

This was so good!!! I'm so happy it finished. 

submitted by Soren Infinity, age 27 eons, BeaconTown
(July 7, 2019 - 10:50 am)

Oh! Yeah, we definitely messed up there. You probably won’t see this, but we’re very sorry. :)

submitted by Kitten, Pondering
(July 28, 2019 - 4:54 pm)

*Applauds* That was great! Thank you for writing this ski lodge all the way to the end. (Ella, you were right, it was you.) *Cheers*

submitted by Leafy, age No, not a cat
(July 7, 2019 - 12:06 pm)

Ah, it's time to go home. which means...

enae! 

ticu!

TED! FRANK! oh, I missed you guys so much!

You probably didn't have a lot of time to think about them while you MURDERED PEOPLE.

bvep?

Um... never mind that! Say, how about we go into another room NOT around people who saw horrific things! Bye guys! 

 

 

submitted by Floof Industries , Breaking Down Barriers
(July 7, 2019 - 3:33 pm)

I KNEW IT WAS ELLA! I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT! BUT I WASN'T PARTICIPATING IN THE SKI LODGE SO I COULDN'T GUESS! I KNEW IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

submitted by top
(July 7, 2019 - 12:22 pm)

I KNEW IT WAS ME TOO! BUT ANDREA AND EVERYTHING AND I DIDN'T EVEN THINK ABOUT MYSELF WHEN ANDY DIED HOLY CANNOLI!!

Now I get the fun task of looking through all of the previous posts with this knowledge!  I'm a pretty good murderer: I outsmarted myself!

submitted by Ella Starburst, Breaking Down Barriers
(July 7, 2019 - 3:28 pm)

I would like to thoroughly apologize to everyone, I'm sorry I killed you all-

*No you're not.

No you're not.

No I'm not. I have to admit, it is pretty weird being the murderer on my first ski lodge ever, and this feeling is pretty thrilling. I do have to apologize to Andrea, though. that was a REALLY bad murder.

It's okay. I'm not the person you have to apologize to.

What do you mean?

*enters room*

uh oh.

ELLA!!!!

AAAAAAAHHHHH!!! HELP I'M BEING CHASED BY MY OWN SELF BECAUSE I BRUTALLY MURDERED MY OTHER SELF! wait...

 

submitted by Floof Industries
(July 7, 2019 - 3:24 pm)

DARN I WAS SO CLOSE TO SURVIVING

but great ski lodge!!!! This was so fun!! 

submitted by Gracia
(July 7, 2019 - 8:08 pm)