Round Three - The Magic Box, Collaborative Fan Fiction Options

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A Magic Box has been left on the head table in the Great Hall. One by one, characters pick up the box, speculate on its contents and leave it in another location. It's clearly marked "Wizard's Box", so we know the space inside is magical and could hold just about anything. None of the characters who find the box can open it, though they will each try more than once. No charm or key works, so we never really find out what it holds inside.

• Describe finding the box in the location in which it was left in the previous post.
  
  
• What does the character(s) think or hope is inside?
  
  
• How does he/she try to open it? (Try a couple of new attempts beyond the easy choices.)
  
  
• Give the box away or leave it somewhere for another character(s) to find.

Each submission in this challenge must follow the previous one, so that all of them together make one continuing story. Please do not end your submission in such a way that it is impossible for another writer to find the Magic Box and continue the story.

All submissions must have a unique title and be posted in this topic



Note to ferrets: Remember that you are writing fan fiction as though you are the Floo-Between user you've chosen. This means that if you've chosen Snape, you are writing as though Snape is writing fan fiction, not as though he is a part of the story. Each character may write as many submissions as they wish for this challenge, as long as each submission is significantly different from their others. The deadline for submissions is Wednesday December 1st.

The Voting Booth for Round 3 will open on Sunday, November 14th. Click this text to go there.

Posts which are not prefaced by the Character Form will be deleted.

When you post, you'll see a button (up by the "code" and "list" buttons) that says "blank character form." If you press that button, the form will appear in your post. Just edit in your character's details and put the body of your text in the middle. If you've chosen not to use a signature for your character, delete that part of the form.

Do not edit your submissions for this challenge once they are posted in the Forum.

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When rating submissions, please use the following score card to guide you:

Score Card

__ Ferret Points for following the mission
__ Ferret Points for technical (grammar, spelling are consistent with the author's character)
__ Ferret Points for overall creativity
__ Ferret Points for characterization
__ Ferret Points for adherence to canon
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Total out of 10 maximum Ferret Points

0 = Poor, 1 = Okay/good, 2 = Great

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[timeturner]

WestHamFan

Sixth Year
Floo Ferret



DEVIANTS & DUNGBOMBS

Argus Filch limped through the large double doors into the Great Hall. He sniffed the air suspiciously and scanned the floor, checking for dungbombs. He had been sure he had caught a whiff of the foul odor just moments ago in the corridor.

“Oh yes, someday,” Filch mumbled. “The Headmaster will let me teach them miscreants a lesson. And when they hang helpless by their toes from the shiny manacles in my office, I’ll stuff dungbombs right up their noses and see how they like the stink. Oh, yes…”

Something suddenly flashed in the corner of his eye and he turned to find the skeletal Mrs. Norris pacing back and forth across the top of the head table. Filch met her yellow eyes and searched them for information.

“You found something, did ya,” Filch said eagerly, walking towards the head table as fast as his limp allowed.

Mrs. Norris used her tail to indicate an ancient looking square box which sat directly in the middle of the table. The small chest appeared to be made of metal and felt almost warm to the touch when Filch picked it up. The top was clearly labeled, “Wizard’s Box”.

“Wizard’s Box, eh?” Filch whispered, wondering what may be inside.

The name reminded him of one of the extra items that he could have purchased with the Kwikspell course that he had tried several years ago. Rather than spending his entire savings, he had purchased only the course, which unfortunately had not worked for him in the least bit. Even the simplest of spells were too difficult. Filch wondered if the contents of this box could help him.

He tried to pry what appeared to be the lid open, but had no luck. It simply wouldn’t budge. After taking a look around to make sure no one else was in sight to see what he was about to do, Filch raised the box above his head and threw it to the floor with all his might.

He picked the box up once more, disappointed that the force of hitting the hard stone had not been enough to pop the lid. Filch was about to attempt the maneuver one more time, when he heard a loud meow outside the doors of the Great Hall. It sounded like Mrs. Norris.

Filch ran for the double doors and arrived in the corridor just in time to see his cat round the corridor in hot pursuit of another mischief maker. Torn between the desire to catch a student making trouble and the hope of finding something to help his magical ability, Filch hesitated a moment before carefully hiding the box behind a suit of armor. He would have come back for it later, duty called.


West Ham Rocks!