Picking up the thread, A Dare Options

[McGonagall's Cat]

<title- Lavender First Picks Up The Thread>


As Lavender Brown walked down the steps to the Common Room from the Girls Dorm She noticed

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Crookshanks

playing with a piece of thread. He seemed to have found the begining end of the thread on the steps and was rolling around, tangling it into a snarled up knot. With one swat it hurled into the Common Room, where he playfully attacked it again.

Lavender was going to breakfast and not particularly interested in the thread, until it wrapped around her ankle as she tried to walk over to her best friend Parvati Patil who was sitting near the fire waiting for her.

"What is that?" Parvati asked as Lavender untangled her foot.

"I don't know what's going on with it. I just noticed Hermione's cat playing with it on the steps over there." She answered pointing toward the stairs.

Parvati picked it up, noticing that it ran out of the room through the Portrait Hole. Since Crookshanks had lost interest and was now sitting on the rug near the fire licking his paw, she began to wrap the loose thread around and around the knot, forming a tiny ball.
She and Lavender followed the thread along, through the opening, down the hallway, wrapping the thread around the small ball as they went. They chattered on about having been invited to Trelawney's room for a private reading later that day.

"I can hardly wait!" giggled Lavender. "I just know she's going to tell me that cute Ravenclaw boy is destined to be in my future!"

"Well, I'm hoping to learn how many puppies my Mum's dog will have when she has her pups next week!" Parvati said enthusiastically.

As they turned the corner, still giggling and planning for their "private tea", the thread lead them to the top of one of the moving stairways. As they stepped onto it, it began to move. Parvati shreiked, almost losing her balance with the lurch, and the small ball of thread went flying through the air to






OK, here is the challenge: You have to pick up the thread, whoever you are, follow it a while through some interesting rooms/places/situations, and hand it off to (another character)...

who then picks up the thread and continues to wind it around and around into a ball as they continue through some interesting rooms/places/situations, and hands it off to (another character)...

who then picks up the thread and continues to wind it around and around into a ball as they continue through some interesting rooms/places/situations, and hands it off to (another character)...


The same character can pick it up again later... They can do many amazing things while it is in their possession... we can each write as many scenes as we care to write...


Go ahead! I DARE YA!!!

Through January 18th, 2004. 
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Trelawny

Professor Trelawny was rudely awakened from her trance. She looked around her dim room to see a broomstick laying on the floor in front of the window. Before getting up from her chair to investigate, she reached into her desk drawer and checked one of her many notebooks for the symbology of brooms. Finding nothing, she decided that a broom appearing on her carpet probably meant something very bad, and figured she should go and observe the broom. Its relation to the runic symbols and pictures on the carpet, as well as its position in relation to the sun outside would give her more to work with. Getting up from her chair, she heard a muffle cry coming from outside the window. She rushed over.

"Trelawny! Give me hand, would you? I'm going to fall!" Madam Hooch pleaded.

"Yes, of course. I knew something like this was going to happen today," Trelawny said darkly. "Why, just a moment ago I was given divine warning by the appearance of a broom on my carpet."

"That's my broom, you idiot. Just hand it to me before I lose my grip!" Madam Hooch had little patience for the old fraud, but regretted her insult immediately. She was suddenly struck with the fear that Trelawny might just watch her fall to her death to prove her point. "Please, Sybil. Save me."

Trelawny bent over to grab the broom, making mental note of its location and orientation before poking the handle out the window. Madam Hooch took one last look down before grabbing the broomstick handle with one hand. Her other hand slipped and she and her broom plummeted several feet before she expertly flipped it beneath her and levelled out. With a wave of thanks, she flew off over the grounds.

Professor Trelawny turned her attention back to the carpet. There sat a ball of thread. She pulled a pencil and pocket notebook out of her robes and drew a quick diagram of the carpet, noting where the broom had been and included the mysterious thread ball. She picked up the ball and noticed it wound its way through her room to the trap door entrance. She pocketed her notebook and followed the thread, winding it as she went until she reached the trap door. Opening it, she considered her 'inner eye' and the ramifications of leaving her tower to explore the path of the thread. A little unsettled about the thought of exposing herself to the energies of the rest of the castle, she dropped the ball of thread down the ladder to the floor below her.

Closing the trap door, she turned back to her carpet and decided that the broom had already revealed all it would, alerting her to Madam Hooch's peril at her window. She went back to her desk, intent on looking up the significance of thread. She hadn't paid enough attention to the thread, and didn't know if it was cotton or some other fibre. She sighed, pulled a small flask out of her drawer and sat down, where she sipped and pondered thread and broomsticks until she dozed off.

Below her classroom on the floor of an often deserted hallway sat the ball of thread, waiting until it was discovered by…