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The Deathday Party Hall (also known as the Deathday Party Room) is one of the roomier dungeons in Hogwarts Castle despite being a social hub for all the ghosts. The room is accessible via the Dungeon Staircase and very visibly grows colder as you get closer to the dungeon. On the 31st of October in 1992, this dungeon was where Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington's five-hundredth Deathday Party was held. Decorations for the event included several black velvet draperies, and a chandelier covered with jet-black candles with bright blue flames and since then, that has been the theme ever since.

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Aurora and Piper

AraT

Aurora Taejofourth year slytherin ◈ necromancer

「 Age 」
fourteen
「 Species 」
witch
「 Occupation 」
student
「 Relationship 」
single

Aurora's feet echoed softly against the stone floors as she pulled the edges of her robes tighter across her body to deflect the cold temperature. Moving into the room with unusual stealth, the strikingly blonde female looked like a weird river spirit with her wispy platinum hair sticking in all directions but that didn't slow her from shimmying along the wall to her destination. Dropping onto a black satin chaise lounge that had to be older than her halmoni, Aurora kept getting a gnawing feeling that dirty looks were being fired her way by the ghosts. She levelled her dark eyes on any who dared to stare a second too long, clearly deep in a fued between the spirits and this particular territory. The hate stemmed from the ghosts not being all too pleased that she practiced necromancy - apparently it's offensive to them and she didn't get the memo.

Message Me • 01:50, March 19, 2019 (UTC)

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Piper Lancasterpunk 🐻 indecisive

「 Age 」
Fourteen
「 Species 」
Witch
「 Occupation 」
Student
「 Relationship 」
Single

Piper wasn't a common visitor to this hall but she was common enough that most of the ghosts knew her. She came down here to give the ghosts company, always worried that they felt lonely or something. So she came down here to keep them company from time to time. Especially when she felt lonely herself. Piper didn't think she'd run into anyone, though. Walking into the party hall, she blinked over at Aurora, dimly recognizing her. Piper wasn't oblivious to her feud–it took one look around to see the glares and stares shot her way. "Did I walk in at a bad time?" She asked, feeling the tension.

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AraT

Aurora Taejofourth year slytherin ◈ necromancer

「 Age 」
fourteen
「 Species 」
witch
「 Occupation 」
student
「 Relationship 」
single

An upside down cross on a chain dangled from one of her ears as she just turned her head a fraction to catch Piper's form materialize by the door. While steadily keeping her gaze looked with the Bloody Baron, he eventually caved and looked away from. Snorting with a hint of annoyance, the blonde finally looked directly at Piper. "It's always a bad time," she commented with an incline of her head, mildly curious.

Message Me • 12:41, March 19, 2019 (UTC)

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Piper Lancasterpunk 🐻 indecisive

「 Age 」
Fourteen
「 Species 」
Witch
「 Occupation 」
Student
「 Relationship 」
Single

Piper was mildly confused, not sure how she was meant to interpret that statement. Her eyes flicked between her and the bloody baron but shrugged it off. It wasn't really her business, was it? "Oh, I don't know," she said, scuffing her foot on the ground. Piper was optimistic and believed situations changed. Nothing was forever, not even a bad period of time. "But, still..I don't think the ghosts really like you."

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AraT

Aurora Taejofourth year slytherin ◈ necromancer

「 Age 」
fourteen
「 Species 」
witch
「 Occupation 」
student
「 Relationship 」
single

Aurora could have delved into the short history of bad blood between her and the ghosts but she really wasn't one to open up, let alone talk too much. "I assure you that the feeling is mutual," she said with a slight smile, her twinkling eyes lessening the intensity of her hatred toward the other occupents of the room. Just as she shot another pointed glare, the spirits chose to flee through walls and tapestries in attempt to escape her scrutiny. "Pesky," she commented her observation aloud and drew a leather bound book from her bag.

Message Me • 19:01, March 22, 2019 (UTC)