The Knight in Black Armour...

[Felicity Hjort]

Plain, dull, boring, shiny...

There were so many suits of Armour Felicity had no idea what to really look for. She'd overheard a few other students talking about a black armoured suit that was polished until it shined, and the only thing Felicity could think of after hearing that was the story of the Black Knight.

Now, there were many versions, she herself had heard so many, but the one she liked the best was how he was the supposed arch enemy of the Shining Knight, but he stole the heart of the Lady-in-Waiting. It was a true love tale, how those things went, but the ending was kind of nice. See, no one had actually seen the Shining Knight and the Black Knight together, not even in combat, and in the end, it ended being the same Prince beneath both masks.

When she had to take part in detention, she hadn't seen a shining black suit of armour, but that was why she was currently located in the Armour Gallery again. To see a suit of armour like from the story, she would have loved. The idea of it was romantic, intriguing, and all love-story fetishes were detailed throughout the entirety of the tale.

However, the idea for it to be real? Unthinkable.

Though, the fifth year was still located within the confines of the gallery, searching for this particular suit. Of course, she was sure there were other suit turning their helmets in her direction, watching her, which only made goosebumps form along her arms and the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end as she trailed through, brown eyes searching for the suit.

She had taken into consideration the idea that perhaps the students she'd heard talking were merely talking, but there was always truth in some tale, or so she had heard before.

Carefully stepping over the all too familiar bits of armour here and there, she wondered if when she, Drew and Celina and those other two students had really gotten all of the suits of armour when their punishment had been to clean them. What if it was there fault people believed there was a suit of black armour among the shining silvery coloured ones? Did it matter too much? Not really.

All that mattered was Felicity got down to the bottom of what she'd heard. Of course, there could have been many black suits of armour, who was she to say there could be only one? It was just the romanticized idea of seeing one was what caught her attention.

As her eyes kept their look-out for that one suit of armour, she didn't notice the foot that appeared out in front of her.

However, she felt it after trying to take another step.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, tripping and catching herself on a suit that was there, somewhat off to the side, but still in front of her. Only...as problems always arise, she crashed into the suit a bit harder than was ever meant to have been done, causing the suits to start tumbling over one another, leaning side into side toppling here, landing there. All right, so it wasn't that many suits, but there were a few that were now no longer upright.

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[Corey Faulkland]

Plain, dull, boring and shiny indeed. But if you looked at it from the other end of the spectrum the room was also quiet, peaceful, lacking in all forms of human traffic and the perfect place to study for his rather fast approaching NEWT exams. Corey planned on exploiting any edge he could get and he certainly wouldn't gain any from the common room at the rate everyone else was spazzing about their own respective exams. Did they not realize that his were just slightly more important than theirs?

It was History of Magic for now, rather, that was what it was five minutes ago and that was the book open in front of him. In truth he was finding that his personally conquered and claimed room of solitude was just as distracting because of it's solitude (if not more so) as the Gryffindor Common. Studying was impossible, maybe at least he could catch a nap?

The seventh year had not been reclined against the wall for more than a few minutes, had eyes batrely closed before there was pressure against his foot. Pressure followed by a well know voice of surprise and then followed stuill by the crashing sound of alluminum and steel. The boy's eyes flew open as he not only recognized the voice but the sound of chain-reacting metal was never something to ignore...

His solitude successfully ruined but at what price of friendly blood? He knew that rather surprised voice, he also knew just as much as anyone that some of those edges were sharp enough to cut without momentum...thankfully they'd all domino-effect-ed away from him. With a second look at the disaster area he found exactly what he expected to - a nasty mess with a friendly face at the core of it.

Part of him glanced at his miracuously spared books, part of him wanted to fix the armour before someone came running in and raising hell, but most of him was concerned for the mortal lass who once again had forgotten to pay attention. They really did need to post warning signs about the campus...even if he'd end up taking them down himself once he found them...

"All well Felicity?" Corey questioned with his concern for once managing to outshow more than his bemusement. The boy made no offered hand, that could wait a moment, the answer to his question mattered more than moving for now, but it did come in second to someone following the noise. That would be most...unpleasant...and he didn't need unpleasant...

[Felicity Hjort]

The sound was almost unbarable. The crashing and clashing of the metal connecting with the cold, stone floors. It was somewhat surprising to the girl as she knew they could move, but maybe not all of them did. There were some that had followed her for a few weeks after the incidents in January, and they'd creeped her out a little bit, but maybe these ones didn't move like the others. If they did, they weren't very bright as they could've caught themselves before crashing to a messy doom below, she was just glad it didn't look like there was any irrepairable damage done.

And while all the noise around her had made her freeze for the few seconds while the clattering armour fell, the only thing that made her jump was the all-too familiar voice of the Head Boy. And boy did it make her jump, the only good thing she could think of was that at least they weren't tangled up together, yet. But she sure was making a great impression with the times she managed to catch him. Running into him, literally, over the summer, he was soaked with toilet water, crashing cushions, knocking him into the ground...yes, she was having a great track record with the boy, but she didn't mind so much. At least he was nice about it all.

"I believe so," she answered just before a last clapping of thunder tumbled through the room as a shoulder plate fell. Turning around to face where the voice was calling from, the brown eyes spotted the other pair. He had been well-hidden, and she'd just discovered his hiding spot. If they were playing hide-and-seek, well...she was good at seeking.

"Are you all right?" she asked, hoping her heartbeat would slow down a bit. The sudden, deafening noise had jumpstarted it like nothing else. It didn't look like the boy had even been touched, a miracle in and of itself, but he did seem to be a bit lucky sometimes. "I didn't mean to disturb you, or anything..." she trailed off, eyes lingering on the books. "I was just...I was looking...well, more searching for..."

The suit of black armour? Yes, that was right. "For a suit of Black Armour."

[Corey Faulkland]

She was alright, he was alright, was it just lucky that it seemed to always end that way? Not that he was complaining mind you, it just seemed...too...lucky. Bah, why should he complain or worry about luck when both good and bad seemed to cross his path at equal intervals? Exactly. He shouldn't, and therefor her wouldn't.

"I'm alrigh'..." Corey began, surveying the fallen among the stone floor. "Can' say the same for them though..." True many of these suits may have been worn by heros, but the chances of that were slim were they not? Surely they would have rusted out and fallen apart decades ago if such were the truthful case. They were probably nothing more than props that had been bought and donated by the school governors.

"I didn't mean to disturb you, or anything...I was just...I was looking...well, more searching for..." A pause of uncertainty? "For a suit of Black Armour."

Black armor? Well, that was a new one because as far as he knew there wasn't a suit among the gallery that wasn't pollished a sheening metalic silver. But then, he hadn't exactly given each of them a detailed meticulous looking over either so perhaps there was a black suit among the masses? "Din't disturb nthin'. I wasn' makin' much headway anyway. Went lookin' for solitude an' found I hated it as much as I hate the noisy common room." The seventh year paused, tilting his head slightly as he pondered further over her inquiry. "I don' think there be a black suit of armor 'ere...but then, I've never righ'ly looked either. I do think though we migh' wanta fix this...mess...before someone somes along though." It looked bad for her, it looked worse for him, and yet still equally bad when their presence was put together.

Why was it that whenever a mess was made inside the school, he was always the closest one to it, and whenever that mess was next to him, Felicity Hjort was generally right there with it? If that was part of his luck too...

he didn't really mind it.

[Felicity Hjort]

When Corey answered her question, brown eyes followed toward those he was speaking of. The suits of armour certainly didn't look well. They were toppled over, tipped over one another, looking like a whirlwind went through, leaving destruction in its path. Then again, Felicity was usually pretty good about cleaning up after herself. Messes didn't always get someone somewhere, unless they were being creatively organized. And that mess certainly wasn't creatively done, it was just a thrown mess, or rather, crashed mess.

A small smile found its way to her lips, as she was glad to not have disturbed the boy before her. It was bad enough she felt like she was constantly running in on him, everywhere. She was just lucky she hadn't run in on him in the loos or the boy's dorm yet. Though, she did wander in there when she needed to find him for something, or Jethro. The first year still held a special place in her heart for him. He was just so adorable.

"Well, the quiet of the night doesn't work, the noise of the common room isn't right, and the silence of the echoing room just doesn't work..." she told him. It seemed he was often looking for silence, and either didn't enjoy it once it was found, or just never found it. And the lioness knew it was partially her fault. For some reason she just managed to catch him at the wrong times, even if it felt like the right times.

"Someone said there was one," she told him. It was true though, she hadn't seen one when she was completing her detention a few months back though. Maybe it was a new addition. And Corey even admitted he hadn't looked before. So, it could be there...

"Maybe," she answered. Fixing up all of those suits was surely going to be some chore, especially with how heavy they looked. And the Head Boy said "we" meaning he would help, right? She doubted he'd just stand there and force her to do it by herself. Flashing a smile at him, an apology for what she'd done, she turned back to the armour. "You don't think they can just fix themselves?"

[Corey Faulkland]

It was a never ending quest for him,to have the perfect environment that within which he could do anything. True, for that he could have just gone to the Room of Requirement, but that would be a both simple and temporary solution with graduation right around the next corner - or perhaps one after that. Either way, to find the perfect location within Hogwarts was to say least, a foolish agenda. He had no intention of signing on as staff. Knowing his luck, if he did not only would he wind up pushing papers (like Allegra) but he'd probably also wind up as someone's lapdog -- probably Brady's. Oh the unwanted agony that would ensue from that.

Truth be told he had no idea of just what he was going to do and with graduation mere months away it didn't take a Ravenclaw to tell him that he was on his way up the Channel in a rowboat. He'd thought about the Ministry and decided he hated burocracy, thought about quidditch, but with the closing of the pitch was denied scouts. Graduation was going to be a hoop and a half when it finally did come around ... funny thing was, he didn't really want it anymore.

"Someone said there was one..."

The words were ages old and yet still got one out of just about any situation...pity she wasn't actually in any trouble. "It's Hogwarts...somethin's always somewhere...I thin' it comes with the magic." Corey replied with a slight bit of hesitation. He didn't really know if there was one or wasn't one. There may have been one there yesterday and it could be in one of the hallways now, who really knew?

"You don't think they can just fix themselves?"

Again he didn't know, he'd never really broken one and done nothing but stare at it. You see, he'd never gotten that bored before, and he certainly wasn't about to waste this time now doing something as redudndent as that. If a watched pot never boiled, why then should a fallen knight arise?

"I doubt it...I really do...but I've ne'er exactly put one of these together before," The seventh year conceded, standing to get a better view of the 'battlefield'. "Can' even tell which suit's which anymore...leas' some o' em stayed somewha' together..." Yes, he was making it a distinct chore now to avoid her eyes, but then if asked the distraught state of the room was just a bit more awe-striking. He had his reasons...

too many of them to count, yet not enough he could name.

[Felicity Hjort]

"There really is, isn't there?" she answered him with a huge smile. Within the castle walls there always seemed to be something, somewhere, that was needed by someone. At the moment, what was needed by Felicity was a knight in Black Armour. Why? Just to quench her curiosity, to give her time to quit before night had set in, she'd lost track of time (which wasn't hard to do without a watch), missed dinner, and had to go to the lions den. "But then, do think it's possible there could be a suit of black armour in here? I mean, wouldn't it be fun to actually find one?"

To Felicity it would mean a great deal. It would mean a lifetime of stories being made more realistic than when she'd been told them at bedtime. It was something that she would love to see happen. Not only would it be exciting, but imagine the stories it could tell...if it could talk. But, they could walk, so why not talk?

"Hmmm...." she hummed in response to the Head Boy. If they could walk and follow her around the school, why couldn't they just fix themselves? It would be right helpful, but perhaps they needed to be in perfect order of togetherness in order to actually be able to move. It was a thought, not a good one, but one all the same. But Corey was right, it was going to be fun putting them together, correctly. Some stayed partially together, which helped a bit, it meant there couldn't be too many of the same pieces lying about, which would make putting them back together easier, kind of.

"We could see what's missing what and colour code them," she answered. Some had certain distinctions about them, which were pretty easy to tell, but others looked identical. Seeing what was missing what would probably be the easiest, and it also meant using another whole suit as reference to put things back together correctly.

"How heavy do you think they are?" she asked him. While they'd tipped over pretty easily, she didn't know if they were really all that light. It wouldn't make too much sense if they were. Wouldn't heavier armour last longer in battles compared to something light that could easily be rammed over like she had just done to them? She wasn't sure, maybe it was just some kind of special material or something.