A Walk {Summoned Students}

[Phantom]

It was the time of the finals and naturally most of the students spent their time inside the castle – studying. And that was pretty frustrating for The Phantom who only ever wanted to have fun. The students needed some fresh air, and that was final. But of course that The Phantom didn't want them to fail their exams or anything, he wasn't cruel, so when the first week of the exam was over and they had a few days before the second round begun, The Phantom acted up.

So early in the morning, The Phantom transported the chosen students from their beds to the third greenhouse, which was full of carnivorous plants of some magical kind that day. They wouldn't have their wands, of course. However, the door to the greenhouse was unlocked. But if they would open the door, instead of finding themselves in the grounds once again, they would enter a wide area, which seemed almost endless. The Phantom knew that it would take them some time to find a way back to the castle, but until then the weather would surely do them well.

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Curled in the warm contented haze of one just before waking Regulus felt more relaxed than he had in days, he was dimly aware that this was because of him that finally this morning he didn’t have an exam. Rolling over he made to pull his blanket closer yet his hand felt no warm wall but instead, instead… DIRT! Suddenly he was wide awake hand on his wand… Where was his wand, scrabbling to his feet he patted desperately for it but it wasn’t there, a cold sweat broke across his back and he felt a wild desperate terror. Who had done this to him, abducted him from his bed taking him to this weird unfamiliar place.

Then as the bleury sleepy panicky haze faded from his blue eyes it suddenly wasn’t quite as unfamiliar place. It felt familiar, he took stock. It must be a nightmare, eugh, a horrible nightmare, he was in a greenhouse and had been sleeping in the dirt, it still clung to his face and a tentative and reluctant hair confirmed it was in his hair. The only relief he felt was that at least he was dressed in robes and not naked, that would have been a true horror. Trying to be pragmatic he tried again to grab his wand to banish the dirt from his hair and again felt the pang of its absence, without it felt painfully vulnerable.

Forcing himself to focus he stared round the greenhouse and confirmed that it was indeed a greenhouse and that it had lots of plants. What sort of plants was to him a mystery, some looked exotic a toxic sort of green with bright flowers others looked more normal. Poised in between rows of plants he felt uncertain should he search for the door or was this some sort of weird prank or test. He wanted to think before he took any action and spotting a convenient tree stump to perch upon he carefully arranged his robes and sat down. This was an error a good herbologist would never make, Regulus was not a good herbologist, he clearly couldn’t recognise a Snargaluff even if he sat on one...