Zenobia's Castle

A castle located in a distant area in Scotland, this archaic stronghold stood on the edge of a cliff that seemed to only be held together by the grace of god.  

It was home to a mysterious witch, the keyword being was. Few knew if the witch still lived, and even fewer knew what the witch had done to earn her infamy and even fewer than that dared to find out.

But Joachim was either too desperate or too foolish to heed these warnings as he arrived with Krystal, "Okay so this is it. Rumor has it some witch named Zenobia lived here. Maybe she's still around or we take out some kind of book or whatever..."

She looks arond. 'This place looks creepy, joachim. sure its safe?'

"When did you become a coward? Besides odds are this dump is abandoned anyway..."

'Hmm...you know, in those mugle movies, thats always the phrase they say beofre something bad happens.'

"Oh I thought the phrase was... 'AHHHH!!!" He joked as he put his arm around her waist. 'Come on, we're not going to fix this thing by standing out here..."

She sighs 'You can go first then. That way, im warned if something happens.'

"Oh come on! This suit is brand new, I don't want to get dust on it just yet!"

'Stop complaining and move, chimmy.'

"Alright alright! you're lucky I like you..." He walked up to the door and knocked on it, "umm pizza delivery...?" He tried hesitantly.

She laughs. 'Joachim. be serious. please?'

He waited a few minutes and no one came to the door, "Alright we're good..."

He takes out his wand and did one of the few spells he knew and could do competently, "Alohomora!" The door opened up and he held the door open, "Ladies first..."

She sighed and walked in. 'Hello? Anyone home? please...'

Befitting of the castle's ages, dust and cobwebs filled every nook and crany. The foyer was large and had a tarnished red carpet leading to the spiral staircase. Cold stone laid out the palace of dust and darkness. Many doors adorned the hallway as well made of decaying wood.


"Man, what a crap hole. Guess we got to examine the place to make sure we find what we're looking for."

'this place must have looked amazing at one point or another..' She mutters, walking down the corridor.

"Eh whatever, this place isn't worth the stone it's made of." 

He walked toward the spiral staircase, resting his hand on the bainstar when he noticed a very troubling detail, "Oh shit..."

'What?'

"Look on the banister..." Where a layer of dust should've been uninterrupted was a single ruin in the pattern.

"Another finger print... and that hand is way too small to be mine..."

'Well then. better go and introduse ourselves.'

"Umm how about we just steal a couple books or some crap instead?"

'because if there is someone there, then that would make them angry?'

"you really miss the point of the whole 'stealing' thing don't you? Point is to leave BEFORE someone notices something's missing."

'Now whose being a coward?'

"hey, having a survival instinct is NOT being a coward..."

She sighs, starting to walk up the stairs

"Hey hey hey!" He ran up with her.