31st October 2022
So I somehow found myself on the Wikipedia page for the Italian army when writing this?? And while procrastinating on the next chapter, I made some Halloween fanart, which can be found at the bottom of this chapter and is rebloggable on my Tumblr (hesitantsorrows) :) Happy Halloween guys! (and remember to stay safe)
As soon as we have the next opportunity (Which turns out to be the weekend), we make our way towards the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. After getting there, and a few minutes of staring at the wall, hoping it will just take pity on us and just reveal it's horcrux-hiding place, we realise that we aren't accomplishing anything.
"Okay. we should go about this logically. Where would you hide a torn up scrap of your soul?" Percy eventually quizzes.
I huff sceptically, but pace up and down in front of the empty wall, mumbling, "I need a place that I can hide my soul in."
Barnabas the Barmy chortles at this attempt, but we ignore him.
A door appears, and we shrug, and open it. It reveals an empty room with white walls and a white floor. It looks almost museum-y, about three metres in length and width, with a blank marble pedestal in the middle, with a small plaque reading Nico di Angelo's Soul.
"Well, that's not what we're after," I say after a lengthy pause.
We both leave them room, and watch as the door shrinks away. "Your turn."
"I need a room to protect something in."
A padded room, the sort you would expect to see in an asylum. There is nothing that screams horcrux at us.
The tapestry sniggers again, and let me tell you, it is a truly humiliating experience to be laughed at by a tapestry.
"I need a room to put my horcrux in."
A blank room, rather like the first one, but with a bookshelf on one wall, full of books about horcruxes.
On our fourth attempt, someone walks passes, obviously trying to to stare as we glare at a blank wall. They quickly sidle past without saying hello and hurry away.
"I need a room to do my evil megalomaniac business."
"I need a room no one else can go in."
"Please, my beautiful darling room, will you give us what we want for Hera's sake?"
"I will actually set Cerberus on you if you don't show us Mr Voldemort's soul."
Our ideas become increasingly desperate and ridiculous as we run out of inspiration.
"Flattery didn't work. Threats didn't work," Percy sighs. "What will?"
"I'm going to go on a whim here, but I'm gonna have to say it's going to be obvious and we will hate ourselves for not realising it."
"I think you're right there!" The tapestry laughs. "You know what they say - just don't give up!"
I spin around and glare at it, but evidently death stares don't work on tapestries. "How about you either are actually helpful, or you just shut up?"
It sniggers again, and I sigh in exasperation. We both sit down, leaning against the wall opposite it, just underneath the truly hideous tapestry, and go back to our tactic of just staring at the wall.
"I hate this room. I hate this school," Percy says despondently.
A group of students give us a look as they walk past, but I am above them, and I stop myself from doing the same back. "You guys lost or something?" One of the boys asks - Jacob, a sixth year Hufflepuff.
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Defense Against The Dark Arts
FanfictionNico knew that he and Percy weren't done with the wizarding community, and he was proved correct when Dumbledore turned up to camp unexpectedly, and offered them a teaching position. At a magic school. Which teaches kids magic. Something that he and...
