The Forbidden Forest (or Dark Forest) is a huge wooded area that borders the grounds of Hogwarts. As would be expected given the name, the forest is prohibited to students, unless they are sent here as a detention assignment or for Care for Magical Creatures lessons. Few students willingly venture into the forest, because there are many dangerous creatures lurking in here. Occasionally, though, detention is served here.
There has been a recent discovery of black Périgord truffles in the edges of the Forest.
Beware Of The Dangerous Denizens Of The Forest!Creatures In The Forest (not all are dangerous, but if you still wish to proceed, do so with extreme caution!):
Acromantula Colony (DO NOT approach, use Arania Exumai if utterly, utterly necessary)
Fluffy (three-headed dog, vicious and strong. DO NOT approach)
Werewolves (don't get bitten so you won't end up being a werewolf)
Trolls (dangerous, DO NOT approach or make them angry)
Vampires (mostly good ones, but still be careful)
Hags (they live in caves or gingerbread houses, hoping to lure unsuspecting victims, much like Hansel and Gretel, so best not to be enticed into their dwellings)
Giants (dangerous, DO NOT approach or make them angry)
Thestrals (you can only see them when you have seen death)
Hippogriffs (DO NOT just approach one, take a bow and see of it bows back at you)
Blood-sucking Bugbears (as the name suggests, better not to be blood-sucked)
Blast-Ended Skrewt (don't touch the tail, it will explode. Males sting, while females suck blood)
Bowtruckle (usually peaceful, but violent when the tree it is guarding is being threatened, be careful in your actions)
Centaurs (DO NOT insult them with terms such as "half-breed", "near human intelligence" or anything related to that)
Unicorns (adults prefer a woman's touch, foals don't mind if men do it; don't try to catch or kill one)
Grawp (aggressive when in a bad mood, better not to approach)
The class met by the gamekeeper's hut, and from there she led them on a short hike to a small clearing not too far into the forest. "Remember that the forest is off limits unless you are with a teacher, and today we're going to talk about just one of the reasons why. For your own safety, don't wander past where I'm standing." The forest area beyond her is still pitted and scarred, and though it still looks quite natural, upon closer inspection it is evident some kind of fight went down here. "Where we're standing currently is one of the many spots where people died during the Battle of Hogwarts in 1998. Now, wait here one moment and do not move." She pauses and walks a little further into the trees, finding a red cap, jinxing it out of its hole, immobilizing it, and levitating it back over to where the class is standing. "Does anyone know what this creature is?"
Hope wanted to see a unicorn and she had to wait three years before she had a class that had the potential of seeing one. Who knows if COMC actually offered anything on unicorns so Hope was taking it into her own hands (plus who could wait that long) so she was on the hunt for a unicorn and the forest was her best bet. Of course, she had no intention of doing this alone. That would be suicide so she decided to invite the other first years along with her. Every single one of them. She'd started it off with sending them owls in the morning at breakfast. It essentially said something along the lines of this:
Please meet me at the gamekeeper's hut at eleven PM tonight. Bring a lantern or torch and don't tell anyone, especially the teachers. Please be discreet on your way here too–as in don't come down in a huge group. If you don't come, you're a coward. This is terribly important and you'll regret it for the rest of your life if you don't show up.
Whether people would actually turn up was another thing but surely some of them would. At least the twins and Megan. If it was just those three, then she guessed she'd be content. Hope had refused to talk about it to anyone that entire day and hadn't gone up to the dorms that night and instead hid out in the castle before making her way down here, dressed in a warm coat and a lantern. She stood near the hut, waiting for people to turn up.
Valeriya 'I Won't Let Anyone Get In Trouble Alone' Sakellarios-Willow was the first to appear in the darkness, lantern held in her right hand. "That was a strongly worded letter," she commented, as her free hand pulled her cloak more tightly around her. It was quite cold, although it would only get colder for a while. "I think I can guess at where we're going," she said with a small sigh.
As soon as Gideon got the letter, he knew he was coming. He assumed they'd probably go into the forest, and that excited him. Hey, and if he gets in trouble, at least he'd be getting in trouble with all the other first years. Can't expel a whole year, can they? Nevertheless, he came along right behind Val, a large grin on his face, visible by the lantern he was holding in his hand. "I think I can, too," he adds on to Val's statement, standing next to her.
Megan had homework. She didn't want to come to whatever her sister was planning, knowing whatever it is would be trouble. She really didn't want to get into any trouble. Yet - only because it was her sister - she came. Tonight was going to be... interesting.
The only reason Hanna had even bothered to slip on her heeled combat boots and put on her dragon leather coat at such a ridiculous time as this, was because Hope mentioned "eleven PM" and "coward". Her? A coward? In what world? Nonetheless, she was slightly interest in what Hope was calling the whole year group down for. She swore if it was for something stupid, no one was going to hear the end of it.
04:01, January 30, 2019 (UTC)
Rowan Coffey- Gryffindor 1st Year -"This is how you'll be remembered" – Owl 21:40, January 30, 2019 (UTC)
Rowan was only here because of a rather strongly worded letter from her mother a few days before. Something about making friends and fitting in. Why she'd ever really want to do either she didn't really know but either way she'd bundled up before slipping down to the gamekeeper's hut just before 11.
A Spooky Farewell
Siwoo grinned, leading Seoul through the forest with their intertwined hands. Still woefully obliviant to Seoul's situation, he was talking as they walked, albeit making the strangest conversation. "—Lotarious and Coltor like strangers. You'd think thestrals wouldn't but they're surprisingly nice and friendly. Coltor's kind of moody like you now that I think about it. You two could bond over that—"
-"90% of your worries are an imaginary swamp that you created." Message Me - 00:36, January 28, 2019 (UTC)
"I won't have time to bond." Seoul interrupted under his breath, not clear enough for Siwoo to interpret. "I'm starting to think these thestrals aren't even real. Did you make up some imaginary friends or something?" He asked, sighing as he was led along by his boyfriend.
"What was that?" he turned and glanced at his boyfriend but brushed it off quickly. He was about to start speaking again with Seoul continued. "They are very real," he remarked. "Why would I make up meeting mythical creatures that you can only see when you've seen someone die?"
-"90% of your worries are an imaginary swamp that you created." Message Me - 00:50, January 28, 2019 (UTC)
"I don't doubt that thestrals exist, I just doubt that your relationship with them does." Seoul teased, eyes wandering around the dark forrest. They could probably get killed out here. What a way to go out. On an adventure to see your boyfriend's pets.
"That hurts even more." He rolled his eyes and continued dragging Seoul regardless. "I don't know what that insinuates more, your lack of trust in me, or your belief I have no friends." Finally, they entered a leaf-strewn clearing where what seemed to be a pod of thestrals were grazing. The aura of the forest seemed to darken. "There they are."
-"90% of your worries are an imaginary swamp that you created." Message Me - 01:02, January 28, 2019 (UTC)
As soon as Seoul saw them, his heart stopped. They were beautiful in the most dark way. Seeing them, he couldn't help remember Jaemin. A shaky breath fell from his lips and his grip on Siwoo's hand tightened as if the Gryffindor was the only thing holding him to the ground.
When Seoul's grip tightened, Siwoo glanced at him and his smile slowly dropped. He stepped back a little and guided Seoul into leaning into him, encouraging the other to take deep breaths. "Let's walk slowly. Walk where I walk, okay?"
-"90% of your worries are an imaginary swamp that you created." Message Me - 01:33, January 28, 2019 (UTC)
Seoul simply nodded, not being able to find the words. He stayed close to his boyfriend, falling his every move. Siwoo was right about one thing. Seoul felt an undeniable connection to these creatures already. They were one in the same, Seoul and the thestrals. He felt that. Maybe that's why Siwoo liked them so much.
Through careful navigation, they eventually reached a pair of thestrals that seemed to be off by themselves, a little farther away from the group. "This is Lotarious and Coltor," he said softly. "I met them in fourth year after I realized I could see thestrals. I started wandering a little farther from the castle day by day and then..." One of the thestrals turned, its glittering black coat shimmering in the little sun peaking through the forest. It stared at Seoul for a moment before bowing its head. "...they found me."
-"90% of your worries are an imaginary swamp that you created." Message Me - 01:57, January 28, 2019 (UTC)
Seoul watched in a reverent awe. They were breathtaking. He didn't know if it was a cultural response or just the air of authority surrounding the majestic beasts that caused him to bow. He didn't know what he was trying to accomplish, but he knew these creatures deserved his respect. Respect wasn't something he often gave out.
The second thestral sooned turned as well and exchanged an initiation of bows. Once both of them had lifted their heads, they approached the two, the first one seeming eager to acquaint themselves with Seoul. The second one prompted Siwoo to stroke its muzzle, in which Siwoo did in a slow, appreciative movement. "That's Coltor," Siwoo murmrued to Seoul, leaning over as the first thestral approached Seoul. "I think he likes you."
-"90% of your worries are an imaginary swamp that you created." Message Me - 02:29, January 28, 2019 (UTC)
Seoul's heart was beating fast as Coltor approached him. He didn't want to screw this up like he did everything else apparently. "He's amazing." He murmured, slowly bringing his hand up to stroke the thestral's muzzle the way Siwoo was doing. Seoul was careful not to spook the creature, fearing he might not get the chance to be this close again.
Coltor seemed to grunt satisfactorily at Seoul's statement and seemed to be inching his way towards Seoul until there was a comfortable distance between them. Siwoo's smile returned while watching them. It was less eccentric but it was soft and sweet. "If he likes you enough, you can ride him."
-"90% of your worries are an imaginary swamp that you created." Message Me - 02:47, January 28, 2019 (UTC)
Still petting Coltor, Seoul glanced over at Siwoo with a smirk. "It worked with you, didn't it?" He chuckled, turning back to the thestral. These creatures really were extraordinary. He'd have to do something for Siwoo to thank him.
He blushed at that, looking away from his boyfriend as his face reddened. "Seoul," he whined. Lotarious crouched down, distracting Siwoo. The thestral seemed to be indicating for Siwoo to get on his back and so he did. Coltor didn't do the same until a few minutes later, but Siwoo still waited so they could take off together.
-"90% of your worries are an imaginary swamp that you created." Message Me - 03:12, January 28, 2019 (UTC)
Seoul stared at the thestral for a moment, contemplating whether or not he should get on. In the end, he went for it. He hopped on Coltor, and looked over at Siwoo with a lazy smile. "I tried riding a horse once." He shared with a short laugh. "I fell and broke my arm."
"Well shit, don't do that now," he said, his voice in between panic and laughter. "Just hold on, Coltor will go your pace. Don't worry." Both thestrals expanded their wings, a mass of black coily skin and bones and flapped them one or two times. Siwoo leaned in and clung to Lotarious before both thestrals took off. "We should avoid the towers and stuff. Teachers will freak," Siwoo realized.
-"90% of your worries are an imaginary swamp that you created." Message Me - 07:36, January 28, 2019 (UTC)
Seoul held on tight to the creature, a big grin on his face. There was nothing quite like this. Seoul couldn't even explain it. It was like he was finally free. He could forget about dropping out. He could forget about Daejeon hating him. He could forget about his past. He was just free.
Siwoo took the lead with Lotarious and Coltor followed. He goaded the thestral into heading down to the Black Lake and skimming the water before soaring upward toward the rocky ranges. "Having fun?" he yelled over the sound of wind rushing in their ears. He didn't really need to wait for an answer though, he could see it on Seoul's face, and it made him smile more.
-"90% of your worries are an imaginary swamp that you created." Message Me - 16:54, January 28, 2019 (UTC)
Seoul couldn't even respond with words, just an excited shout. Next thing he knew, he was laughing. Pure, genuine laughter. Who knew Siwoo's imaginary friends could bring him such joy? Who knew Siwoo could bring him such joy? Looking over at the Gryffindor, he felt his heart swell - his broken, fragmented, torn, abused heart. How was he going to leave him?
The sound of Seoul's laughter lifted his heart to new highs. He watched his boyfriend with a giant grin, feeling rejuvinated just by Seoul's happiness. He exchanged a glance with Seoul before leading them over the tops of the forest, legs dipping between leaves.
-"90% of your worries are an imaginary swamp that you created." Message Me - 18:03, January 28, 2019 (UTC)
Seoul couldn't think about that. Not right then. He didn't realize it at the time, but he didn't have what it takes to leave the unruly prefect. He cared for him far too much. Letting his arms spread out to the sides, Seoul let the wind cut past him as if he was the one actually flying.
The world seemed to be at peace, in a perfect balance of things as they flew. It was amazing. A feeling, a high that you could only get with an experience like this. Siwoo mimicked Seoul, letting out a carefree laugh of his own. Of course, a different type of tragedy had to strike then. Suddenly, Siwoo found himself dazed and confused. Where am I? He dimly registered Lotarious and yelped, nearly falling off the thestral. When did he get here? All he could remember was entering the forest with Seoul. Seoul. He glanced around and didn't see him and realized that Lotarious was diving or rather... falling. Shit. "Lotarious!" he yelled, clutching at the thestral's neck. "Lotarious, pull up! Pull up now!"
-"90% of your worries are an imaginary swamp that you created." Message Me - 22:39, January 28, 2019 (UTC)
Seoul and Coltor shot down next to the still descending Siwoo. Reaching out his hand, Seoul grabbed onto Siwoo and hoisted him onto Coltor who immediately slowed the fall. They were going to fast though and they were in the trees grasp at that point. Covering Siwoo as best he could, Seoul protected him from the branches' scratches while Coltor got them out of the forrest and into a clearing.
Siwoo huddled into his boyfriend's body, closing his eyes ignore the world spinning down around them. Meanwhile, Lotarious had already fallen not so far away from the clearing, his wings greatly damaged. He whimpered and clung to Seoul's shirt. He felt incredibly disorientated and wanted to sit down. Or sleep. Both sounded great right now.
-"90% of your worries are an imaginary swamp that you created." Message Me - 01:13, January 29, 2019 (UTC)
Coltor came to a running stop and Seoul quickly hopped off, holding Siwoo in his arms. "Hey, hey, babe, look at me. Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Seoul asked quickly, setting him on the ground and holding Siwoo's cheeks in his hands. Concern dominated Seoul's expression, worry coursing throughout him. He was so concerned with Siwoo that he didn't even notice the small cuts he got from the trees starting to bleed. He'd rather lose all his limbs than see Siwoo hurt.
His eyes fluttered open as he did what Seoul asked and looked at him. He didn't seem to be in any pain at first but he winced at the sudden sensation of his leg burning. The pant leg had been torn, and there was a shallow gash in his leg. Siwoo couldn't remember when he got it but he might've scraped something while Lotarious was falling. "I'm okay, mostly," he said hoarsely. "Where's Lotarious? Is he okay?"
-"90% of your worries are an imaginary swamp that you created." Message Me - 01:52, January 29, 2019 (UTC)
Seoul's gaze dropped to Siwoo's leg and he winced at the sight. He pulled out his wand and tried using episky on the gash. "It doesn't matter. What the hell happened up there?" Seoul demanded, voice scared and weak.
He wanted to advocate for the probably injured thestral but it seemed Seoul wasn't going to answer him regardless. The would healed, awkwardly, but it healed and Siwoo exhaled a sigh of relief. "I don't know," he murmured. "I... I blanked or something. I blinked and the next thing I knew, Lotarious was falling."
-"90% of your worries are an imaginary swamp that you created." Message Me - 02:36, January 29, 2019 (UTC)
Seoul frowned, remembering a conversation he had with Jaeyeol. Jae was worried about this kind of thing. The after effects of what Seoul had done. "I think we should visit the hospital wing." Seoul suggested softly, already planning to consult Jae about it. "Do you want me to carry you?" He asked, though he was going to do it anyway regardless of Siwoo's answer.
"But what about Lotarious?" he interjected. "We need to get a teacher or a ground keeper or something. What if he's hurt? No, he's definitely hurt. We have to make sure he's okay." There was something in his tone that was unlike Siwoo. He was determined about this. You could tell he really cared for these creatures.
-"90% of your worries are an imaginary swamp that you created." Message Me - 02:50, January 29, 2019 (UTC)
Seoul looked like he was going to completely fall apart. "Siwoo, please." He begged, fear edged in his words. "I'll send someone to check on him but I can't let you get hurt. I can't do that. I can't do that again, Siwoo. Please..."
"No," he demanded. "We have to check on Lotarious." Everything about his tone was firm. He didn't want to stress Seoul out but Seoul didn't understand how much the thestrals meant to Siwoo. He had to make sure they were okay, he had too.
-"90% of your worries are an imaginary swamp that you created." Message Me - 03:05, January 29, 2019 (UTC)
Siwoo didn't understand how much he meant to Seoul. Seoul had to make sure he was okay, he had too. "Siwoo, you dumbass-" Seoul choked out, leaving him alone to go check on Lotarious. He did the best he could, using all the healing spells he could remember. It took longer than Seoul wanted but he managed to stabilize the thestral for the time being before rushing back to Siwoo. "I'm going to send a professor out here to finish healing him, but right now, I need to make sure you're okay." Seoul insisted.
He got a slight migraine while Seoul was away but it wasn't like he was going to tell him that and worry him further. "I'm okay, I promise," he whispered. "But we'll go to the hospital wing if it makes you feel better," he agreed. "However, we have to tell a teacher on the way there."
-"90% of your worries are an imaginary swamp that you created." Message Me - 03:26, January 29, 2019 (UTC)
Seoul gave him a stern look, but he supposed they'll cross that bridge when they get there. "Okay, I'm going to pick you up now." He informed, scooping Siwoo up into his arms. And with that, he was headed to the Ravenclaw dorms to find Jaeyeol. Siwoo didn't need to know that though.