Roleplay

Kane's eyes fluttered a few times before he drifted off to sleep. His dreams were of a dark black room, lit by only one torch. There was a door. He felt his heart rise into his chest, thumping in fear. The walls were creeping closer, and he pressed his hands against them, screaming.

With a pop, he stood in a quiet wood. It was night, the moon shining down from the sky accusingly. He looked at his hands. They were a familiar smoky haze. He turned around, knowing his sister would be there. She must have summoned him for a reason.
Sure enough, the dark robed figure stood there silently, green eyes flashing from under the hood.

"Hey, Viperus. What do you want? I was sleeping." Kane mumbles.

Viperus tilted her hooded head. "Don't pretend you weren't having a nightmare... I saved you from that, my dear sibling. Show me some respect." Her voice hissed softly. Dangerously. "I'm here to give you directions. Take this,"

A hand appeared from under the cloak, handing Kane another "blank" slip of paper. Then Kane vanished, back into his bed, no longer smoky, but solid... The paper still clutched in his fist.

Kane couldn't fall back asleep, so he sat in bed and unfolded the paper. He breathed over the paper, his vapor collecting into words.

Floor seven. Second door to the left. Inside you will find a cabinet. Collect the crystal from inside. Plant it in the Headmaster's study. Enter there by any means possible.

Kane swore under his breath. He had no special connection with McGonagall, so it would be difficult to get in. He'd have to throw a huge kerfuffle and get in enough trouble to visit the Headmaster. But first, he'd have to go to some classes and retrieve the stone. Kane had a guess of what it was. It was likely a Depressor. The small devices were designed by an ex-Death Eater, Gregory White. The man was a genius at creating horrible magical devices. He was eager to join Kane's father.
The Depressor could "listen" to it's target, reporting Everytime she expressed fear, anger, or weakness. Then it would exploit those pressure-points by planting paranoid thoughts until it could turn a people against everyone, and even go insane. It worked very slowly, over a series of months even, but it was effective.

The boy checked his schedule for the best point to get the small object. Potions. He swallowed hard. He shared potions with Hufflepuff, which meant he may not be able to wiggle away from the group to get the the room without being followed by a pesky do-gooder.

Getting out of bed, he collected his things and entered the common room.

"Hey, Kane. Sleep well?" His friend called, joining up with him.

They walked together to breakfast.

Diana sneered at the two Leggins as they passed. Kane ignored them both, feeling absent. He leaned on his palm, forking the eggs and hash browns around his plate.

"What's up with you?" Diana says, after starting at him for a while, wanting to make a joke about a Gryffindor girl who was picking her nose.

Kane looks up and shrugs. "Just a lot on my mind, you know?"