Snippet #1303375

((IT'S FLASHBACK TIME! Nice avatar, though, Drake! ))

Despite the shady rumour this particular hospital, it was surprisingly well kept. Sander was amazed every time he awoke in one of the many beds, to be met with such a clear light - the smell of anti-bacteria and general cleanliness all over the place. But still with the slight feeling of "sick" that every hospital came with, no matter how small or big. His face hurt, that was his first thought. This particular change had been rough, no doubt. Old scars had been ripped up, joined by new ones, and there was the possibility that his arm was broken. Any attempt at getting up was futile, so he had to keep down. Oh, his brain noted after a little while. You do know that you can't open one of your eyes.. Right?

It seemed like hours before the doctor finally returned to him, giving him one of those smiles that indicated that he would much rather be at home than here, delivering this message.

"You're gonna be fine, nothing's permanently damaged," the doctor said. It had to be something else, then.

"What about..?" Sander began, absolutely horrified by the nervous bite of the lip the other one gave. No. No, no, no, not again..

"He didn't make it. I'm sorry, Mr. Mathiasen. If it makes you feel any better, it was his own fault."

...

Sander stirred, starting to awaken already. Which was quite lucky, considering that a lengthy state of unconsciousness after being knocked out is a good sign of severe head trauma. He opened his eyes slightly, peering at the other two.

"Ow," he said. "I feel like a giant hit me over the head with a large club," he mumbled, getting to a seated position and rubbing his eyes. The other two seemed to be unharmed, but he couldn't help but to wonder what happened after he looked at the.. whatever.. that James had thrown at him. Had he turned? No, his clothing was still intact.

"I haven't hurt anyone or anything, have I?" he asked carefully, just to make sure.

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The first part of the trap was complete. James gave a happy squeal while he awaited the next step, having dressed in a new suit quite fast. He stayed in the upper floors, watching from one of the windows. He really hoped they wouldn't fall for any of his games, to tell the truth. Things would be so much more fun if they got all the way here. Not to mention that Lucius hadn't exactly told him what they were going to do when time came for the werewolf downstairs to change. Oh, well. He supposed that only time would show. For now, he just had to wait for the aurors to pass his traps, and whatever his associate threw at them. They were aurors after all, surely they should be able to get past this without a second thought?

Down by where Ryu and Evelynne was standing, the ground shivered as soon as the last note died out. The keys then suddenly ripped themselves out of the ground, wrapping themselves up and disappearing. In their place stood a reasonably sized musicbox. The handle turned slowly by itself, re-creating the tune that Evelynne had just played on the giant piano.

"“London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down. London bridge is falling down -”

Just before the last three words, however, the music stopped. The handle didn't turn. All that could be heard was a small ticking sound.