Walking Hallowed Grounds

[Alan Moser]

It had been a number of years since he had traversed the grounds of this once great school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but today as he looked around these desolate hallways he remembered the times when he and a great many other aspiring young witches and wizards were taught by some of the greatest minds of their time.

He remembered the Quidditch games, the great meals, and most of all he remembered the lazy days spent on the lake and in the gardens with great friends. Alas things had changed greatly with the passing of time and each day the halls and grounds got a little quieter, and a little dimmer. Now that excitement had all but faded and except for the occasional run in with a ghost or house-elf it appeared that he was alone.

He slowly made his way towards the castle as he walked through the seemingly untended grounds.

[Aaron Farrall]

Hogwarts, what had become of you? The happiest memories of Aaron's life lay within those walls, yet as he approached the castle it didn't feel the same. It had been his home, his school and his sports field as he'd got to grips with being a wizard, yet he hardly visited, no one seemed to. Today the grounds' emptiness scared him, no longer instilling the comfort he had felt as a student.

What had brought him to the castle today? He couldn't tell, but with no fixed office hours, he'd felt the old girl calling and had decided to answer. Perhaps he hadn't been the only one, he thought, as he spied a lone figure trudging across the long grass a little way ahead.

Stretching out his legs into a long, brisk stride, Aaron got within hailing distance of the person, before he recognised Alan Moser, a fellow former student. They hadn't been friends, but they'd crossed paths a few times, and Aaron didn't feel to out of place as he called out, "Alan? That you?" to the figure in the distance.

A slight smile came to his lips, it was always nice to catch up with people.

[Alan Moser]

"This is weird," Alan thought to himself as he was walking through the grounds, "All morning and I have not come across a single living soul."

Just then he heard someone a short distance away call out his name. He turned around to see who it was. It was hard to tell who it was at first, but as he got closer he recognized his face from the papers. "Aaron Farrall, by Merlins beard," he said as he stretched out his hand, "how are you?"

[Aaron Farrall]

When the character turned around Aaron's smile grew, it certainly was him. It had been a long time since they'd met and he had surely grown older, but there was still an unmistakable air of Alan about him.

Shaking the man's proferred hand in greeting, Aaron let out a small chuckle. What odds of running into an old school mate? "I'm most well thanks," he responded to the polite enquiry. "And yourself? How have you been keeping?". Truth be told, Aaron couldn't even remember what Alan was doing these days. He'd known so many people at Hogwarts, yet kept in touch with so few. They definitely had some catching up to do.

[Karieva Angmar]

As Karieva wrapped her shawl around her tighter she felt a sudden chill spread through her. Surely this cannot be the great Hogwarts she murmered. Looking up she saw two men engaging in conversation a ways down. Picking up her pace she walked up to them smiling sadly and shook her head.

What has happened here she asked the men gesturing back to the castle. Where is everyone?