On A Bed Of Meadows {Summoned}

[Phantom]

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The Phantom had been bored over the summer - no students to mess with, no tricks to play, no lives to meddle in. But now it was September again and the halls of the school were once again filled with the hustle and bustle of students busily going about their day. The halls were once again filled with movement and gossip, teenage crushes, drama, and, already, the stresses of homework and growing workloads. The Phantom liked to help students when they were getting stressed by providing a few worthwhile distractions. Sometimes, it was fun to create a distraction and let students happen upon it of their own free will, but other times... well, there was so much fun to be had in watching as students woke up confused, pulled from their beds and in unfamiliar surroundings.

On this occasion, this was what the Phantom had decided to do. Two students would wake, away from their beds, yet still covered in blankets, lying on an ocean of flowers and grass - a meadow in the middle of the school. Empty classrooms looked a lot bigger when the floor was made of flowers and all the desks cleared away. If it wasn't for the ceiling above it would be easy to get lost in the beauty of such flowery surroundings.

With his work done, the Phantom slipped away, waiting and watching for how the two chosen students would react upon waking up in their new, unfamiliar surroundings. The fun would come when they decided to leave the room. The grass and flowers were shorter in the center of the room, but grew longer and longer the closer to the wall they went, until they were long enough to scrape the ceiling. The door was no where in sight, lost behind a myriad of colorful blooms and blossoms. It was there, of course, but how long would it take for the two students to get out... and would they want to? 

Oh, and of course... no wands were allowed...

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Something pricked Vipera on her back as she rolled over to get into a more comfortable position to sleep in. Inevitably, the female woke to find herself in a field of flowers and grass, to which the green blades were stabbing her. The fourteen-year-old growled and sat up to look around at her new surroundings with groggy, sleep-filled eyes. Well, it seemed that she was no longer in her own dormitory, rather she was slapped into some random place in some random location. This displeased the half-Veela female as she rubbed her eyes to clear the sleep from them and get a better view of the area. All that it seemed to be was a sea of blooms and blossoms, flowers whose pollen tickled her nose and made her want to sneeze. It was quite the unpleasant feeling and already, she wanted to escape the place, no matter how beautiful it was. So far, it seemed she was alone and if she was not, well the other person was doing a great job at hiding from her. But if this was some sick joke that people were playing on her, why she would quickly get them back for it. That is, as soon as she found out who was playing the stupid prank on her and the moment she found out, they would have it coming to them. Vipera was not one to like pranks being pulled on her, simply because she was bullied in the past for her nerdiness. She now assumed that a harmless prank like this would end up in her being humiliated in front of the entire school. On top of that, whoever else was in here would see her at her ugliest and she was not liking the idea of that. Who would want to see a supposedly half-Veela, glasses-wearing girl in her pajamas in the middle of a flower field? The girl sighed, then sniffed the air that her breath escaped to, wrinkling her nose in absolute disgust from it. Wonderful, she had morning breath at that, way to make her day; first she ended up in a field in who knows where, then she finds out she she has morning breath, what next? Vipera groaned and placed her face in her hands, resting her elbows against her knees and wanting to just die then and there. Let us just hope that whoever else, if there was a whoever else, was not going to be some cute boy she would humiliate herself in front of.

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[Bartemius Crouch Jr.]

Barty awoke with a start, as soon as his sleeping self detected that something was wrong. Whether it be the sudden freshness of the air as opposed to the stuffy underwater Slytherin dormitory, or the transition from a soft mattress to a textured grassy bed, he subconsciously noticed a difference and it jerked his body awake, alert, and most of all, confused. He threw off his blankets, which seemed to be the only thing familiar about his surroundings; all around him, everywhere he could see, were flowers grasses. If he hadn't awoken on his back, with his eyes facing a grey stone ceiling of Hogwarts, he would've thought immediately that he was outside, but he had to be in the school still. Instinctively he reached to his side for his wand, but grasped only a handful of grass and leaves. He readjusted to a sitting position, so he could rummage his hands in the pockets of his pajama pants, knowing he'd never put his wand there, but he had to check. Unsurprisingly, they were empty. Great. Barty never went anywhere without his wand, and yet here he was, in some wide meadow in some unknown place in the castle, alone - or, wait, not alone.

Now that he was sitting up and could see over the tall flowers, Barty saw the other figure in the room, head in hands and apparently as unaware that he was there, as he was moments ago. He stood up slowly, quietly, not taking his eyes off the girl, whose face he could not see behind her hands and under a mane of red hair. Was she behind all of this? If so, she was really going to get an earful from him about it. He was instantly irritated upon waking up in an unfamiliar place with absolutely no explanation, and whomever the culprit, he was going to let them know exactly how displeased he was. But was it her? No, it could not have been, even without seeing her face he could tell she was small and young; she had to be a student, around his age, give or take. What student would be capable of this? Even as a highly accomplished fifth year, Barty could not have pulled this off if he tried. Finally he took his eyes off of her and looked around. As far as he could see, flowers, some barely tickling his ankles and some bent over from the ceiling. No door. No window. Just flowers. 

Well, Barty had absolutely no idea how he'd get out of this, but he might as well not do it alone. He took a few steps toward the girl. "Excuse me," he said, loud enough to be heard but quiet enough to not startle her. As irritated as he was, he masked that with a gentle and polite tone, because if she knew anything about this, anything at all, he would need her to help him out. Because he was completely oblivious. "Do you know any more about this than I do?" he asked, indicating their surroundings. But as he walked closer, he noticed that she, like him, was wearing her pajamas, and that a pile of blankets sat nearby; she was probably transported here as unknowingly as he was. "Or are you as clueless as I am?"

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Vipera groaned again and looked up from her position of hiding her face in her hands from anyone else around her. Right, well, it seemed that she was not alone now, there was another person there, staring at her for who knows how long. However, she rolled her eyes and ignored him for a moment, until an idea sprung into her head and she hopped to her feet. "Were you in on this? Did you put me here?" she inquired in a snappish tone, clearly displeased with being here. This was not a fun place to be around, as beautiful as it was, and with a guy who seemed to be a year or two older. It seemed this was some kind of sick joke, she knew it and, as soon as she got out, she was going to hunt down whoever did it. Oh, they were not going to get away with putting Vipera Berus into some random location with some random person. The girl sighed the moment she realized that Bartemius was just as confused and clueless as she was right now. "Uh . . . s-sorry," she quickly apologized, looking down at her hands in embarrassment, figuring her snappish tone did no good. Hidden behind a veil of red locks, she shook her head in reply to the fifth year student; hiding her embarrassment from him. "I-I didn't realize . . . no, no . . . sorry, I thought you were behind all of this; my apologies, really." Now she made a fool of herself, thinking that he was behind the sudden appearance of her in a weird room in Hogwarts. To be honest, she felt utterly stupid and she was not sure what to do about the current situation anymore than Bartemius probably did. No more apologizing, this is not your fault nor his apparently; you don't need to make a fool of yourself more, she thought to herself. She brushed back some of her thick hair behind an ear and looked back up at the person she was not familiar with at all. "No, I'm about as clueless as you are," Vipera answered, her face still slightly red from the earlier happening. "I'm sure there is some way to get out of here, though, if that is what you want to do; find a way out." The fourteen-year-old gave a shrug and turned her attention back to her surroundings, letting her eyes search the perimeters. As far as it looked, to her, there was no exit to the outside world, just a room with a floor made of grass and flowers. "Well, this is awkward," she added shortly after answering Bartemius, "stuck here, together, in a room of grass and flowers." Falling silent, she looked back down to her hands and preoccupied her attention with picking at her long nails.

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[Bartemius Crouch Jr.]

If he had not been so stunned by the girl's beauty as she lifted her head after hearing him coming, Barty may have been irritated at the accusatory tone and anger directed towards him. She was clearly as unhappy as he was to be here, and he could only raise both his hands in defensive innocence as she was quick to place blame. He could be the reasonable one if he had to, but if she kept up that condemning attitude then things could potentially get ugly very quickly. Luckily, she must have realized rather quickly that he was as oblivious as she was, because she suddenly got flustered and embarrassed and apologized. Good, he thought. Getting out of this quickly and civilly was ideal. He had no idea who she was, but he was willing to cooperate with her if it meant getting out of here as soon as possible. Although, some might actually enjoy this morning surprise, but Barty, well, he wasn't the flowers-and-meadows type of guy, and an unexpected twist to his day usually came very unwelcome and made him very uneasy and touchy. "Don't worry about it," he said regarding her apology.

As expected, the girl hadn't the slightest idea of how they got in here, or more importantly, how to get out. Barty looked around as she did, although he had already done a quick scan of the room and nothing to him looked promising for an exit. Whoever did this had not made it easy for them, that's for sure. They'd have to work for it. Suddenly he was not so troubled as he was moments before; the idea of a challenge lessened his irritation. "Yes, I would," he confirmed that his goal was finding a way out. Though, he was not as urgent as he was previously. "Is that not what you want?" It certainly seemed that way, the way she snapped at him when she suspected he had done this. He was still looking around at the great expanse of flowers when she spoke again. "It wasn't awkward until you said it was," he remarked, returning his gaze to her and again getting slightly taken aback by just how breathtakingly beautiful she was, with her long strands of red hair accented by the lingering pinkness on her face, and how timidly she looked away and found interest in her nails....

But that wasn't the point. Make it less awkward, yes, that was the point. It would help if he had any idea who she was. He assumed the feeling was reciprocated, so might as well start with introductions. "I'm Barty. Barty Crouch," he said, offering the redhead a hand. He always hated introductions, hated the way his name sounded, hated how it was forever linked to his father rather than to him. Most of the time he hoped people just knew who he was, but considering this girl didn't look familiar to him, he assumed she did not. She must not have been a Slytherin, because he recognized them all, especially those that were close to his age - he also assumed she was not a fifth year as well, or else he would have encountered her in classes. "And you are?" 

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Hopefully they would not be stuck in the room for long, because the longer she stayed here, the more likely it was she would embarrass herself. She had already humiliated herself once before, talking with Bartemius and then saying it was awkward being in the room with him. Maybe it was best she just remained quiet for the rest of the time they were in the room, but she honestly thought that would be hard. It would be especially hard to remain quiet if he continued to talk to her like he was now and the fact they needed to find away out. Who knows just what would happen in the future if either of the two stayed in the room together any longer. There were so many ways things could turn out it kind of frightened Vipera, but she quickly shook the thought from her mind. No need to be worrying about the future or where things could lead to when you have the present to be worrying about first. "No, it is my goal too, I just wanted to confirm if it was yours as well," she responded to the man. Honestly, she really needed to watch what she was going to say to him, if she wanted to not get into a pickle any farther. It was the last thing she needed, actually, no need to farther herself in trouble when technically she was already in some now. Vipera felt her face heat up again when Bartemius pointed out that it was not awkward until she had said it was. "Yeah, I know; I can say stupid things sometimes," the fourth year added, close to smacking herself on the head. One step closer to the deep end of the mud, any closer and she might just get pulled under by her idiocy fall flat. However, she turned her attention away from her nails and looked the fifth year in the eyes, deciding not to avoid looking at him. "Hey, Barty," Vipera said to him, taking up his hand that he was offering her and shaking it gently. "I'm Vipera Berus, but a lot of people just call me Vi for short, so you can call me that if you want to." It truly felt odd to her to be shaking his hand, his felt more rough and worn to her, but maybe all men's hands felt like that. She released her grip and clasped her hands behind her back, unsure of what to do or what to say now. In reality, they should probably start looking for a way out, but at the same time, she did not really want to. "Sh-should we get to looking for an exit?" she asked him, biting her bottom lip to show she was not sure what to do. Sit and talk with him for a bit or were the both of them desperate enough to look for a way out now?

@viperadaturaberus # # # Part-Veela wizard

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[Bartemius Crouch Jr.]

The girl certainly seemed uncomfortable, a level of discomfort which seemed to exceed a little embarrassment at having snapped at him. Barty had expected that to dissipate when he told her not to worry about it, but she seemed determined not to look him in the eye, and her face reddened again after he had mentioned it wasn't awkward prior to her saying it was. Honestly, given the situation, it wasn't all that awkward. Being mysteriously removed from one's bed and waking with a complete stranger in an odd room with no way out... well, it could have been worse, that was for sure. He certainly didn't feel as uneasy as she appeared, at least. To him it was a matter of getting out. He couldn't care less if she felt uncomfortable or timid or whatnot, as long as they got out in a timely fashion. If it took small talk to lessen the awkwardness and increase productive, sure, it could be entertaining and pass the time, but unless she proved to be exceedingly interesting, it really didn't matter. Perhaps it was unfeeling, but he didn't know her, had no reason to care. Either way, she claimed they had the same goal in mind, so at least they shared that.

"It wasn't stupid," Barty said, quick to dispel that thought. "Honestly, I still don't feel terribly awkward. I hope you find no reason to feel that way, as well." At the very least, she did meet his gaze finally, so perhaps the initial awkwardness was wearing off for her as well. He wished he found it as easy to look away as she did, but she had this very enthralling aura about her. At least his company was good-looking, and as for her personality, well, he couldn't quite place that yet. If they found an exit quick enough, perhaps he wouldn't have the time to; but looking around, he had the feeling they would have plenty of time to get to know one another, for better or for worse. "Vipera, it's truly a pleasure to meet you," he said with a warm smile as he shook her hand. Whether it really was a pleasure or not, that was yet to be determined. But he had no reason for it not to be, not yet. At the very least, he was grateful that she did not remark on his name and ask about his father.

And perhaps his thoughts that Vipera felt less awkward were early, because Barty did not miss the way she gave a small stutter and bit her lip in uncertainty. He would just have to keep up the conversation and try to prove to her that there was no reason to feel awkward. He could maintain the politeness so long as she didn't give him reason to drop it. At her question, he nodded, and said, "Care to walk?" while gesturing in some random direction. After all, they had no real lead on where to start. Every direction looked the same, flowers and more flowers, so they might as well just begin walking and searching and talking all simultaneously. He assumed she would say yes, so he began walking, waiting for her to fall in step behind him. "Tell me about yourself, Vipera," he said, trying to avoid any awkward silences.