Hogwarts 1975

[FieryCold]

IN A TIME WHERE racial discrimination is rampant and the Cold War is at its height, an ominous force looms over the wizarding world. Despite efforts to keep them apart, the magical and the mundane nonetheless overlap and bleed influence into each other. Muggles grapple with political and military disarray, while the wizarding community is faced with an enemy so formidable it is only ever mentioned in whispers: they call him the Dark Lord, and his followers, the Death Eaters.

Such is the influence of this rising group of supremacists that even Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, rumoured to be one of the safest places in the world next to Gringotts, cannot remain unperturbed for long. A new academic year has begun, and as students both young and old pour into the school's ancient halls, whispers of an unspeakable terror reigning within campus grounds abound. A group of pureblood supremacists, armed with dark intentions and even darker magic, now stand at the helm of the school. The well-being of half-breeds and muggle-borns alike hang in the balance.

Hogwarts is no longer safe.

Current Event -- Chapter 3: A Day in Detention
Flashback: Tuesday, September 2, 1975

THE FIRST DAY of the new school year had certainly been an eventful one. Thanks to the Weasel and his henchmen, friendships had begun to tear apart, carefully woven masks had shown their cracks, and reputations so tightly safeguarded were now blemished. Yet, the day went past in a quick flick of a wand. Now that classes were wrapped up for the day, it seemed that the worst was finally over.

However, matters such as last night's senior party would always somehow make it back to the professors, regardless of how hard students try to cover it up or how many protective charms they cast on each other to ensure the secret stays hidden. As such, when the clock struck five and all four houses poured into the Great Hall for the night's feast, an announcement from Professor Dumbledore awaited them there.

The Headmaster had quite a few choice things to say about the students' disregard of the school rules and had made a note, albeit in his usual expertly calm demeanor, about how they had set a poor example to the lower years. In what seemed to be an off-topic remark, he mused about how the castle had been standing for however many long years, and that various parts of it would need some thorough cleaning. He gazed down upon the Seventh Years through his half-moon spectacles, just before flashing them a cheeky smile.

It was thus decided that the Seniors would be spending an entire Saturday cleaning the castle and the areas surrounding it. The catch, of course, is that it would all be manual labor, and all wands would remain confiscated until the evening of that day. Whether this punishment would teach the Seventh Years a lesson, however, is another matter entirely.

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Saturday, September 6, 1975
Starting Point: Detention

WHAT A BEAUTIFUL DAY it was! There was not a cloud in sight and the sun was shining brightly through the castle windows when the students stirred from their slumber that morning. It would have been the perfect end to a long week—a chance to unwind and explore the school grounds, if only detention didn't await the Seventh Years that day.

While the lower years discussed what they would do on this fine day of freedom amongst each other, the seniors were merely filled with dread over what was to come. A listing of detention duties and groups had been put up in each of the four common rooms. It read as follows:

GROUP 1: OWLERY
LEAD: Asher Fay
Emrys Jernigan
Joan Lambert
Kyler Summers
Raina Summers

GROUP 2: KITCHEN
LEAD: Kassandra Castillo
Henry Chen
Lauren Harrison
Sebastian Kissinger
Christopher Williams
August Yilmaz

GROUP 3: QUIDDITCH PITCH
LEAD: Anastasia Fitzgerald
Jabari Asim
Pedro Govanni
Deborah Johnson
Felix Sloan

GROUP 4: LAVATORIES
LEAD: Persephone Gaunt
Heather Clarke
Morrigan Quinn
Oswin Ravenwood
Garaile Scriven
Millicent Thomson

GROUP 5: FORBIDDEN FOREST
LEAD: Alistair Blackbourne
Zedekiah Blackbourne
Seraphim Brimm
Melinda Geralds
Giselle Rosier
Maurice

Whoever decided on this list must have done so deliberately and with less-than-noble intentions, because with such conveniently mismatched groups, conflict is almost certain to arise!

Write-up by FieryCold | Coding by FieryCold | © Art by Andrew Davidson

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[Nemopedia]

Dancing Script;

Melinda Geralds

After the fight in the Great Hall Melinda hadn't spoken a word to Alistair throughout the week. It was part in shame of her own outburst and partly because the Gryffindor was still fuming at the boy. The accusations he had brought were still unforgiven as well as his own actions at and after the party.

She had written to her parents and her sister as soon as she had walked away from the incident, alone in her room and asking for the engagement to be annulled. She couldn't marry this guy, not with the way they always fought whenever they met and certainly not after that! Melinda could already see the course of their marriage, it would be a war, far worse than the one Voldemort was promising. It was clear that they were highly incompatible and an union would do no one any good.

However, the week seemed to be against her. With the school giving all of the seventh years detention for the senior party in the Broomsticks and teaming them off into groups of five. Of course it would so happen that Melinda was in the same group as Alistair and Maurice, the two people she had been avoiding the most. To make matters worse her parents and Lorene had responded to her as well, their letters arriving swiftly with the morning post at breakfast.

The letters of her parents was a response she had expected. Her father reassuring her that he would talk to Alistair and his grandfather and her mother trying to convince Melinda that this was entirely normal for a pair. Melinda had to grow up, she had to learn to love and accept the love and care that she would eventually feel for Alistair.

The Gryffindor tried to imagine herself loving and caring for the Slytherin. Nothing came to mind, until she imagined herself in the shoes of her parents. A feeling of disgust and despair washed through her by the thought alone of having to serve Alistair as a wife and to stay at home with children. No, that was definitely not an option!

Making a strangled noise of despair the girl then opened Lorene's letter, a smile crossing her lips as the familiar wavy handwriting of her sister met her. The first parts of her letter sounded happy, with the older sibling detailing her honeymoon so far with her newly-wed husband. How lucky her sister had been, to marry a guy that she didn't despise and could even admit to love. Melinda knew that Lorene hadn't been too happy with her own engagement, but the Hufflepuff had never rejected the notion either, instead accepting herself. The Gryffindor had thought it to be resignation from her side, but now that Melinda was older she knew that it was her sister's strength; acceptance. Lorene had merely accepted her situation and made the best out of it.

And such were Lorene's words to Melinda as well. Acceptance and grace along with the words:

'You will need a bit of patience with him. You know how uptight he can be, he just needs some time and room. You're the more mature one after all.

Smiling to herself Melinda knew that what Lorene said was true. She had to be a little more patient with Alistair and be the bigger and more mature one of the two. After all, with her parents refusing to disband their betrothal Melinda had little choice other than to make it work.

 

[Nemopedia]

It wasn't usual that August could be found at the Hufflepuff dormitory on a Saturday morning. While the male did wake Henry on a daily base the Turk made the exception in the weekends, figuring that he had too much to do and could spare himself the time to task himself to babysit the Hufflepuff. Besides, there weren't any classes to worry about, so there was nothing that he should fear for his friend to miss.

However, due to an unfortunate string of events the Ravenclaw had no choice but to wake his friend today as well. The weekend that was usually spent sleeping in had to be disturbed due to a certain detention that the seventh years had managed to get themselves. To no one's surprise he had been paired with Henry once more, just like always.

"Henry," nudging the boy August yawned to himself feeling the lack of coffee in his system. "Please wake up," he tried again, tickling the feet of the Hufflepuff. Waking up Henry was a task near impossible, but the Ravenclaw wouldn't have made it to the seventh year if he didn't have a few tricks up his sleeve.

"We are assigned to the kitchens. I heard Ondine will be there as well," the foreigner made sure to put an extra emphasis on Ondine's name, speaking her name louder than the rest to rouse Henry's attention. It wasn't even a lie! The Hufflepuff fifth year was rather known to be an avid baker and as Saturdays were spent however the student wanted it wasn't a secret either that she was to be expected in the kitchen baking.

 

[FieryCold]

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ALISTAIR BLACKBOURNE​

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IT WAS RATHER UNBECOMING for a Head Boy such as himself to be spending his precious time in detention, but he could hardly say it was unjustified. He, too, was guilty of breaking the rules, even if he had very different reasons for doing so. That didn't mean, however, that he wouldn't try to argue his way out of it—especially now that he had been grouped up with the half-breed scum and Melinda, who was, quite frankly, the last person he wanted to see at this moment.

However, luck was not on his side. For one thing, the professors could not be swayed from their decision no matter how hard he tried to convince them of his innocence. For another, there was simply no way he could ignore Melinda forever, now that his grandfather had made it clear that ending the engagement would not be possible nor ideal. The old man's response came in just a day after Alistair had written him a letter:

Bring her a gift and apologise. There's no need to be hasty. You know how women are: they are right even when they are wrong. Learn that from my experience with your grandmother.

Alistair did not know the first thing about women—that much was certain. He reckoned his grandfather probably had some sound advice; after all, the man's marriage did last for quite a long time—up until his wife's death, of course. But what kind of gift would even be appropriate in this situation? Flowers? Chocolate? Alistair could not even deign to think about it.

It seemed that Melinda's father had also heard about the ordeal, for this very morning Alistair received a letter from him:

If I could give you some word of advice, women are fragile and sensitive beings. Especially Melinda, who had to go through a lot last year. Please have some patience with my daughter. Much like a flower, she has a very delicate and emotional core to her.

Flower? Delicate? For a brief moment, Alistair wondered if Mr. Geralds truly knew his own daughter. This was not the same Melinda he knew. No matter how many times he turned the thought over in his head, it simply did not add up.

There was a second letter that came in that morning, however, and the instant Alistair sighted Lorene's familiar scrawl, his mood was suddenly lifted. Lorene was probably the only person who could ever understand Alistair's plight as Melinda's fiancée, the only person with any real sense within the Geralds family. The last words of wisdom she had provided him with in her letter rang clear and true in his head:

You will need a bit of patience with her. You know how stubborn she can get and how she still needs guidance. You're the more mature one after all.

As always, Lorene knew exactly what to say. Alistair found himself in agreement; it was true that he was the more mature one, and it was definitely true that Melinda needed guidance due to her emotional and stubborn nature. He would just have to be the bigger man between the two of them, and perhaps then detention wouldn't be so bad as he had imagined it would be.

It was thus that he made his way to the Forbidden Forest—a place that was normally off-limits to students, until such a point that it was convenient for it not to be. Alistair did not know what the Headmaster was thinking when the decision was made, but he was at least glad for the outdoors. Better than staying cooped up indoors with a landmine for a fiancée and her half-breed goon, at least.

- Location:
The Great Hall > Forbidden Forest
- Mentions:
Melinda Geralds @Nemopedia
Perseus Blackbourne (NPC)
Mr. Geralds (NPC)
Lorene Geralds (NPC)

Color Tag: #339966​

 

[FieryCold]

Cormorant Garamond

Henry Chen

SEVENTH YEAR HUFFLEPUFF

"It's Saturday, give me a break," Henry moaned into his pillow, vaguely hearing August's words in his sluggish state. At the same time, something tickled at his feet, which caused him to jolt and emit a chuckle, but it was not enough to rouse him from bed. Nothing ever was, usually, but there were notable exceptions.

August, having had to mother Henry for seven years now, seemed to know this very well, for his next words included the two things that were sure to wake Henry up: "We are assigned to the kitchens. I heard Ondine will be there as well."

As expected, Henry's ears pricked up at the sound of Ondine's name and at the promise of food. He sprang up from bed with sudden renewed energy, quickly changing out of his pajamas and into proper clothes. By the time he had finished, his hair was still a mess and his socks were glaringly mismatched, but it didn't seem like he noticed at all.

"Right then, let's go!" Henry clapped his friend on the back and flashed him a toothy smile, before heading towards the door.

- Location:
The Hufflepuff Dormitories

- Interactions:
August Yilmaz @Nemopedia

 

[Noctis the Devious]

What exactly did Raina do to deserve this? It wasn't like she went around kicking puppies and kittens! She liked to think she was fair with her harshness. Apparently the universe did not agree. That, or she accidently stepped on it's favorite insect.

The one time Raina ditched her studies and put her worries on hold and she gets slapped with detention. Detention she wouldn't otherwise mind because it was the owlery; one of her two favorite places to study and unwind (the other being the Astronomy tower, not because she was interested in the subject but because hights had a calming affect on her). But no, they had to stick her with Jerigan, Lambert, and Fey. Her brother also but he wasn't the issue here. Neither was Fey to be honest, but who knows, maybe knowing the two other idiots somehow made him her "friend" by association and she had some bad news to break to him too. She rolled her eyes.

What was even the big deal? The whole thing still puzzled her. She was only speaking the truth, wasn't she? She huffed and glared down at the book she had open in her lap. At the moment she had tucked her self in the corner if the Hufflepuff common room not realy wanting to be by people but not really wanting to start the day either. She watched August enter and make for the male dorms but never bothered drawing his attention. He was just here for Chen anyway, his apparent boyfriend. She knew better than to believe the Weasle no matter how amusing it was to August got around while Raina was making her way down to the bottom of a bottle, but well, it wasn't exactly an absurd thing to believe given their relationship.

Raina shook her head and stared back down at her book. What was she even trying to read up on?

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[FieryCold]

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MILLICENT THOMSON​

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THE PAST FEW days had been rough for Millie, what with Zed knowing her most treasured secret. She had avoided him completely on the first day of school, going so far as to skip classes, even though she knew she could not avoid him forever. At the end of the day, she had found herself wandering into the Slytherin dungeons after tailing a couple of unsuspecting freshmen.

There, she had waited for Garaile—the only other person who knew the truth. The only difference was, she had actually wanted Garaile to know, while the contrary was true for Zed. And unlike Zed, Garaile had never threatened to tell anyone. This was probably just because her skills were useful to him, of course, but Millie liked to believe there was more to it than just that.

She had acquired very little sleep these past few nights. What mostly kept her awake was Zed's threat and the thought of Azkaban. The second reason was Garaile. When he was in such close proximity to her within closed quarters, sleep was nigh impossible, even if Felix was in the same room and Millie herself had been mostly hiding on the floor underneath Garaile's bed. It felt as though he cared for her well-being somehow, though she tried not to let herself get carried away with the thought.

Still, he had reasoned her into staying at Hogwarts, advised her to attend her classes so as not to draw further attention to herself, and even offered to help fix her problem with Zed. How could she not get carried away?

It was Saturday, finally. Felix had left the room early to get his morning routine done, so there was no reason for her to remain hidden. Climbing out from underneath Garaile's bed, Millie transformed back into her human form and stretched. Garaile was sleeping so soundly that she didn't want to wake him, so instead she occupied herself with the make-up collection that Felix had left on his trunk.

A pretty scarlet shade of lipstick caught her eye. It was unused. Certainly Felix wouldn't notice if it went missing, right? He had plenty of the same shade in his collection anyway, so surely it would be fine.

With that thought in mind, the lipstick disappeared into her pocket.

- Location:
The Slytherin Boys' Dormitories

- Mentions:
Felix Sloan
Garaile Scriven @Nemopedia
Zedekiah Blackbourne @darkflames13​

 

[Nemopedia]

That did the trick, as expected. With deigned amusement August watched his friend change into proper clothes, looking more like a clown than anything else. With mismatched socks the boy had thrown together whatever seemed clean, eager to see the fifthyear he so fawned for.

"I'm sure Ondine appreciates a clean look," August chuckled, pointing at his face. The Ravenclaw felt bad for having to use the Hufflepuff as motivation, but getting Henry to move so fast was a miracle he wished he could enjoy more often.

He will just be sure to keep an extra eye out on Henry as they were cleaning as apology.

 

[Bubs]

Lauren Harrison

Seventh Year Hufflepuff

Morning's light wasn't something that bothered Lauren normally, she could truly sleep through anything. But today, Rowan her toad was acting as an alarm clock due to the detention she had earnt herself on the first day of school. Dramatically awoken but the Toad sticking its tongue in her ear, the small red head let out a wailing sound. Laurie threw herself around for a few moments before falling out of the bed, whimpering hitting the floor from her buck.

Rubbing her backside, Lauren casted a gazed of utter anger and frustration at her proud Toad that sat on her top buck croaking to her. "I said you could wake me up in time for detention! But I didn't mean in that way, Rowan." The girl scoffed at her pet getting back to her feet, rubbing her head absently mustering a yawn. Peering into the mirror she groaned at her messy appearance, not giving too much care about it, since it was a Saturday.

Dressed in a under shirt that rested under her cotton nightie, and a pair of socks that had her toes poking out of them. Lauren really did look like a kid from a larger family. Scruffily rubbing her cheek to wipe the residue of drool off her cheek, the girl tiredly looked back up at her proud toad, shaking her head. "I can never be mad at you for too long, Rowan." The young girl stated in a light tone of voice. Reaching out to catch the toad in her hands as it jumped from her bunk.

Hugging the happy creature to her chest, Lauren stroked its head happily. "You were just looking out for me, of course." Rowan merely croaked happily at its praise, before Lauren settled him down on her small trunk of luggage. Pulling out her everyday clothes, as all of her hand-me-down uniforms were in the wash.

Lauren sat down on the floor pulling out a pair of overalls that were her older sister Jane's, then followed it with an old white button up shirt for underneath. Brushing the knots out of her hair, Laurie winsed and groaned in the frustrations of curls. Yet, the girl managed to soldier on, and dress herself. Leaving the female dorms with Rowan happily sitting on her head, as she wandered into the Common Room.

"Henry? Have you left yet?" Lauren called out down the hall leading to the Hufflepuff Male Dormitories hoping for some company on her way to detention.

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[Bubs]

Pedro Govanni

Fifth Year, Gryffindor

A screaming alarm clock awoke Pedro early that Saturday morning. Promising the boy would have a foul mood of the rest of the day in detention. "Fucking dammit!" Cursed Pedro, scratching his messy bed hair, gazing around the dorm room for the screaming alarm clock. Finding it he pulled himself out of bed desperately hoping to dull the objects noise. Grabbing his wand that sat on the bedside table he observed its beauty, and finery for a mere moment.

The hunt began and ended rather quickly on Pedro's behalf. Now he stood merely centimetres from the bedside table, a howling alarm clock jumping up and down on the surface. To him, it almost looked like Lauren and how she jumped around after sitting on a ant hill when they were children, just this object was more annoying than his Carrot Top.

Rising his wand, Pedro's gaze held a look of cruel promise. Before moving him in a spell casting motion. Standing back from the object a couple of paces, before pulling a crude smirk. "Reducto." Pedro said smoothly, watching the blue light shoot from his wand at the small alarm clock. Hitting the small object with the perfect amount of force to have it explode. Glass, coil springs and fragments of metal splashed the beds on either side of the bedside table. Causing two fifth year boys to dart up out of bed.

In a cool manner, Pedro cocked a bow looking towards the two panicked boys. "Wakey wakey sleeping beauties. Your alarm says it's time to get out of bed." He commented in a merciless tone of voice, before turning to his luggage, pulling out some washed out jeans, a white shirt and a wool knit jumper for over top. Dressing neatly, before roughly gelling his hair into the placement he liked.

"Perfect, now to go ruin some days and break some hearts." He teased himself in the mirror before chuckling, slipping out of the room, but not before patting his ginger tabby Angelina.

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[Fish]

Gabriella Isabelle Flores​

Thanks to Kassandra's help, Gaby's first day of school at Hogwarts had definitely gone better than she ever could've expected it to. She didn't have to waste too much time getting lost and looking for her classes, and she had managed to spend some extra time at the greenhouses before the other fifth years came in for Herbology. It was nice to be in her element, and a conversation with some of her Hufflepuff classmates had led to her discovering that there were kitchens by the Hufflepuff common room and that they were actually allowed to cook their own meals. The Ravenclaw had resolved to do just that, and the idea of actually making her own food was the first thing on her mind as she woke up (a little later than she would've liked, of course) to a beautiful Saturday morning.

On her way out of the Ravenclaw common room, she couldn't help but glance at the notice posted at the entrance: a list of detention duties. "What do you have to do to get Dumbledore to give out this many punishments?", she wondered. She noted that a few of the seventh years had been assigned to the kitchen for detention; she figured that she'd take the opportunity to thank Kass for the day before if the prefect arrived before Gaby was done.

She arrived at the kitchen entrance, greeting the house elves as she came in and explaining that while she absolutely enjoyed their food, she simply wanted a taste of home for today. Delighted that they gave her the go signal to use the equipment, she skipped towards the area with the stoves and ovens--What was that amazing smell?-- but stopped dead in her tracks when she realized that somebody was already there. "What do I do?", she thought, hoping that the girl was too busy baking to notice her. "Do I say hi? Am I supposed to say hi, or do people here just ignore each other?" Panicking and not wanting to be too awkward, Gaby blurted out "Hi, whatever you're making smells really great." just a little too fast and a little too loudly, earning a few confused glances from some of the house elves. She let out a nervous chuckle before setting down her bag of herbs and spices by a stove, hoping she hadn't already made a fool of herself so early in the morning.

Interactions​

Ondine Fear (@nemopedia)

Location​

Ravenclaw Common Room > Kitchens

 

[Bubs]

Anastasia 'Annie' Fitzgerald

Seventh Year Ravenclaw

A morning's breeze was a simple delight for an early bird like Anastasia Fitzgerald. Who was calmly pulling herself out of bed, after reading a new chapter of a muggle novel. Turning to her fluffy tabby cat, the Head Girl smiled at the dopey cat. Tom was her tabby's name, after a muggle children's book about a cat named Tom Kitten. It was a book that delighted Anastasia as a child.

Smiling lightly at her rather dopey looking tabby who happily purred at her bed covers, droplets of drool splashing onto her bed covers. Anastasia couldn't help but laugh lightly, beginning her daily routine to get into a better shape of mind. Moving about her morning like it was any other, even if she had landed herself in detention. Anastasia took it in her best interests to not get overly worked up about such a thing, and to take it in her stride, be an example to the others she was to be in charge of during the day.

First, Annie washed and dressed herself in a neat and proper attire. A comfortable pair of jeans, and v-neck t-shirt in the shade of gray. Over top for warmth she pulled a simple black jumper. Second to be done was her hair, which Anastasia pulled into a pair of beautifully tamed brown braids. That showed off more of her female facial feature, then the normal "old lady bun" she had her hair in normally. Her beautiful hazel eyes, high cheek bones, nicely defined eyebrows and plump lips. Were framed by the smallest of strands that escaped the tight braids Annie had done for herself.

At the pulling on of her comfortable runners, Anastasia was done with her morning routine. Looking towards her dopey companion, Annie laughed lightly at his sleeping stature. "You're adorable as even, Tom… Do sleep well, I'll be home later, I promise." She spoke sweetly to the rather slow animal, leaning down kissing the animal's head, then leaving for the day.

Slipping into the Ravenclaw Common Rooms, Annie shifted over to the detention notice. Making sure she was fully aware of where to go. Clicking her tongue lightly, Anastasia noticed that she was on the Quidditch Pitch. Reading through some of the names made the girl groan in displeasure. The company of Pedro and Giselle sounded like something truly pleasing to her, not. But, it was a detention, so she guessed it was only fitting to make it uncomfortable.

Moving along and out of the Ravenclaw Common Rooms, the Ravenclaw Head-Girl kept herself tight lipped. Making her best efforts to get to the Quidditch Pitch rather quickly, not wanting to be the last one there, as a Leader it would have been bad form.

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[Bubs]

Morrigan Quinn

Seventh Year, Slytherin

Waking to the hollow sound of another girl screaming in the Slytherin Dormitories, Morrigan could only imagine who was screaming. There was only one that did scream like that, they were clear as the first day she heard those sorrowful cries. Persephone Gaunt, thought Morrigan as she rose from her comfortably warm bed. Stretching her arms above her head for a moment, walking over to the mirror gazing at her complexion. Admiring her newly healed scar, Morrigan thought of what that Saturday could bring her.

Tracing her fingertips along the new scar, Morrigan huffed out a light sigh, hoping that her intended would like a woman with a scar. Yet, at the same time, something told Morrigan that she couldn't care what he'd like since she only cared for the Dark Lord's vision.

Pulling a light smile, Morrigan began to prepare herself for detention today. Her partners were quite the interesting mix. She has the nervous-wreck Persephone on the lead, which could make cleaning the bathrooms interesting.

It could was the perfect time to clarify that Persephone Gaunt was indeed a Parselmouth, on top of being able to open the Chamber of Secrets in one hit. Remembering back to the information a Death Eater told her about where the Chamber of Secrets was hidden… Within one of the Girl Lavatories, thought the young Death Eater with a look of planning. Before turning away to her cat which had a coat of deep midnight.

"Quite a day ahead Silvester… Mummy dearest is going to skin herself a snake." Morrigan spoke in a light babying tone to her dark cat, whom merely meowed at her in response.

Ushering rather quickly, Morrigan dressed in an attire of full black. Morrigan's clothing choice; long black sleeves pulled over her tattoo, black skirt and tights. Her hair was neatly pushed back, and completed her gothic look. Walking out in a pair of black heels that she thought were comfortable, Morrigan's steps echoed alone the stone grounds. Stopping in the Common Room for a moment, lips pursed together ever so slightly.

Morrigan's eyes flicked from one end of the hallway to the other, trying to figure out which way to go. Before deciding to walk to the first floor female lavatories for further investigation.

 

[Bubs]

Persephone Gaunt

Seventh Year, Slytherin

Bed covers were gripped tightly by whitening knuckles, as Persephone Gaunt laid there in bed. Tears streaming down her cheeks, as sweat clung to her body. Even with the sleeping draughts she was using, the nightmares still seemed to bother her as the draughts wore off. It had caused Percy to wake up screaming or sobbing multiple times since going back to Hogwarts for her final year.

Greenish-yellow eyes scanned the room, hoping that Persephone hadn't woken up any of her roommates. But that chance was highly likely, that she had. Slowly and sheepishly Percy rose from her bed, not mentally prepared for the day ahead in detention.

Dealing with some of the very people that arose some disgusting rumours about her at the very start of the week. Rumours and the news of her family's passing had caused people to stare, and an eagerness to leave the halls of Hogwarts for good.

Persephone quietly washed her face with a basin in the dorm room, and dried it with a hand towel. Gazing at herself through a mirror in her opened trunk, Percy stared at a tired expression, and bloodshot that burnt at her eyes. Weakly the small girl lowered herself at the trunk of luggage, and pulled some clothes out so she could change.

Percy slipped comfortably into a modest dress, and cardigan. Underneath her dress were a pair of thick warm black tights, so it helped with clean effectively. Her shoe choice was a pair of black flats that had a simple snake pattern in the leather detailing. Standing quietly in her dorm room, Persephone took a few relaxing breaths like professor on the first day had guided her. It helped Percy feel a little more relaxed in herself, as she pulled a small potion bottle from her trunk.

Taking a quick sip, allowing the herbal potion calm her a little more, before putting the cork back in. Neatly placing it back in the trunk, before closing it and heading out for the morning. She slipped out through the Common Room, and down the halls towards the first floor lavatories. Persephone grabbed some scrub brushes, mops and buckets on the way to the bathrooms.

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[FieryCold]

Cormorant Garamond

Henry Chen

SEVENTH YEAR HUFFLEPUFF

Henry paused with a hand reaching towards the door, raising an eyebrow at August. Ever so unmindful of his own appearance, it took him a moment to realize what August had been implying.

"Oh, right," Henry laughed and rolled his eyes, combing his hair back with both hands. A fistful of hair stuck out at the back of his head where he couldn't see it, making it look like he had an antennae of sorts. "There we go. Satisfied? Come on."

Gesturing for August to hurry, he stepped out into the similarly low-ceilinged tunnel and started to make his way to the common rooms. However, the many diverging paths were forever a puzzle to Henry who had an incredibly poor sense of direction, so after a second or two he doubled back and let August lead the way as always.

Before they could leave, however, a familiar soft voice called out from the tunnel that led to the female dormitories.

"Henry? Have you left yet?" Asked Laurie.

"Nope! Come on out. I've got some turkey!" He eyed August with a broad, self-satisfied smile, leaning against the Turkish boy with a hand on his shoulder.

- Location:
The Hufflepuff Dormitories

- Interactions:
August Yilmaz @Nemopedia
Lauren Harrison @Dust Bunnies

 

[Nemopedia]

The Ravenclaw just rolled his eyes at his friend, a sigh escaping him at how clueless his friend was over basic hygiene. However, Henry had no ears for his words anymore and August just left it at that. Perhaps Ondine could manage something for Henry there.

About to leave the labyrinth that was the Hufflepuff dorm August heard a small female voice call out for his friend, stopping in his tracks to wait. That sounded like a certain Laurie, who just happened to be in their little group of detention as well.

Straightening up his back to shrug his friend off the Turk gave Henry a smug look for his short stature. Ignoring the lame joke the Hufflepuff made about his ethnicity.

"You will have to teach Henry to brush his teeth, though," August dryly joked, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

Perhaps there was some hope for Henry with Lauren's appearance. She certainly came in conveniently.

 

[Nemopedia]

Lovers Quarrel; Marvel;

Ondine Fear

As per habit Ondine had risen early to prepare for her Saturday. Baking was a science in itself that needed careful planning and meticulous timing. It could not afford the rush or else it would be all bricks and stones, or worse a deflated mush.

Luckily the house-elves had vowed to help her. Having set aside breakfast specially for her —a routine that they had created over years— the house-elves had informed her that she could go all out in the kitchen without feeling guilty over the work she would give the cleaners. After all, Dumbledore had given the elves a day off in lieu to the detention he had given the seventh years.

And thus the usually sophisticated girl was covered in flour and whipping cream, surrounded by delicious sweet smells of vanilla and three kind of chocolates. The girl was just adding some creamcheese to her strawberry frosting when a shy voice piped up.

Whipping up her head the Hufflepuff took a few moments to register that this was Gabriella, the new Ravenclaw transfer. Ondine's smile was as radiant as that of the morning sun, taking the compliment in the same mysterious grace only the Hufflepuff was known for. "Thanks!" she chirped, and then cast a look at the state of the kitchen.

Flour was everywhere. Stuck on the counters, on the floor... there were even a few eggshells laying astray. Feeling an embarrassing blush creep up at the mess she had made Ondine chuckled. "Uhm, I got carried away with the cupcakes, sorry," the girl apologised, rubbing the back of her head unwittingly also smearing frosting into her hair.

 

[rissa]

sebastian kissinger

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Sebastian woke at dawn, wrapped lazily in sky blue sheets of silk. For a moment everything was completely still and in that moment, it was just another Saturday morning, save for being awake far too early than what should've been allowed. But realization came as quickly as dawn had, and with a sigh, Sebastian unraveled himself from his sheets and proceeded to get ready for a hellish, wand-free day.

His first day back at Hogwarts had been... eventful, to say the least.

And as he predicted, the seventh years were being collectively punished. Not that they didn't deserve it, per say, but there was something rather anticlimactic about a day spent manually cleaning. If the Headmaster truly wanted the castle clean, he'd have let them use their wands. Some would even think it educational.

But punishment was punishment and rarely was it ever enjoyable.

Cataloging away his internal dialogue, Sebastian finished getting dressed and readying himself for the day to come. His most tattered clothing were put on; a rather holey shirt he often wore to Quidditch practice, the oldest pair of slacks he owned, and mix-matched socks. He grabbed an old, better-than-nothing robe and slung it over his shoulder as he quietly left the dormitories.

The common room was quiet and empty, the sun having just barely risen. Bas took a moment to quietly reflect, wondering if the day to come would be a indication of how his last year at Hogwarts would go. Glancing over at the Black Lake and then to the Quidditch pitch, he desperately hoped it wasn't.

His stomach growled and he glanced out of the windows once more, satisfied that breakfast would now be serving. He took a habitual glance at the bulletin board, did a double take, and then walked closer to make sure he'd read the notice correctly. Stomach involuntarily flipping, he triple checked the names his had been paired with, and then sighed deeply, leaving the common room and the Ravenclaw tower to get an end to this day.

Only a few others lingered in the Great Hall when he arrived and thankfully, his sister wasn't one of them. He didn't need the taunting of what was to come once their parents found out he'd been given detention. Eating quickly, rather guiltily, Sebastian ate his fill and made his way to the kitchens, antsy to get to work. When he entered, however, he was almost startled at not being the first to arrive, and nearly fumbled as he hesitated halfway through the threshold.

"Oh," Sebastian mumbled, glancing between the two girls, neither of whom were in their seventh year. He recognized the brunette as Ravenclaw's new transfer student, and Ondine, well, the Weasel made sure hers was a common room worthy name. "Hullo. Are either of you, erm," He glanced at both of them quizzically, one of his arms reaching around to scratch at the back of his head.

"Looks like it'll be a crowd. You guys, uhm, enjoying your mornings?"

 

[Bubs]

Lauren Harrison

Seventh Year Hufflepuff

Bubbly sweet Lauren merely laughed back at Henry's jesting comment. "Morning August!" She sweetly beamed in a loud and energetic tone of voice. Gitty blush kissed her cheeks at the thought going to detention with August, even is her midnight snack partner was there. Scratching her freckled cheek the perky girl danced around in the Hufflepuff Common Room, Rowan her beloved toad jumping up and down at her insane amount of energy in the morning.

Stopping her energetic dance around the Common Room when she heard the voices come closer down from the tunnels of the Boys Dorms. The girl of mere five foot waved at the slowly appearing figures. "Henry your jokes are as pathetic as ever." Lauren teased in a cheeky manner, wandering over to the entrance they were coming from. Rowan tiredly rested in her mess of curls, looking towards the two boys croaking in greeting before hopping into Lauren arms.

"Shall we go to detention together? I'm bring Rowan along because I promised that he could had the spiders in the kitchen. Look at him isn't he beaming with excitement." Lauren held her toad up in a moment of excitement, as it croaked in utter excitement at the thought of spiders. Bubbly little Laurie giggled, closing her eyes and crinkling her nose up with joy. The girl wasn't normally that bubbly, but something about detention on the first weekend of school excited her.

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[Azzy]

It wasn't the sun peeking through the windows of Gryffindor tower, or even the light, snoring purr of Bastet that awoke the Egyptian. It was the intense throbbing of his head which violently shook him from an otherwise deep slumber. A groan came from him as he lifted an arm to very haphazardly throw it over his eyes as they fluttered open, narrowing at the brightness of the room. He'd never been a morning person, afterall. Another groan from him, and he was forcing himself to sit up. Time to get ready for the day anyway...he'd likely slept too long.

The movement gained from his right side a rather annoyed, grumbly growl from a more than frustrated feline. Bastet stretched in her spot on his bed before finding a perch on the bedside stand and casting him a glare. Ah yes, he was used to the look. Bastet was the only woman he couldn't satisfy after all. Rubbing sleep from his eyes he just shook his head and made his way from his bedside to his trunk.

Today would be a good day. Detention with the seniors. "Bas, do you think i'll be with a group of attractive people?" he questioned as he pulled some sort of flowy garment of clothing from the vibrant pile of fabric. She ignored him as she often did. Thus began their daily routine. For a man, Jabari took quite a bit of time to get ready for the day. Between finding an outfit, brushing and braiding his too long hair, and giving himself a pep talk in the mirror, it was likely thirty minutes or so before he'd even made his way out of the dorms, and into the common room.

It was fairly empty with a few first years lingering about, and other lower classman scrambling out. He was either up earlier than he'd meant to be, or he was extremely late. The latter was more viable, not that the boy seemed to care. He simply flashed those who lingered that charming smile as he made his way to the notice board, an arm sweeping a long braid over his shoulder. Honey gold eyes peered at the papers posted before the detention slip caught his eyes. Scanning...scanning...scanning...ah! There he was. The Pitch. The people in his group were all unfamiliar to him, however. Hmm...this should be fun.

Turning on his heel, the boy then made his way out of the common room before making the journey to the pitch. He would either be late...or very late.​

 

[FieryCold]

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JOAN LAMBERT​

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Where were they? Just the previous night, Joan and her friends had agreed to convene at the kitchens after breakfast. Breakfast was now ending, but the likes of Emrys and Asher were nowhere in sight. Even Raina and her brother Kyler, whose dormitories should also be somewhere here in the kitchens, were missing.

There was only one thing she could do to appease her impatience a bit. Trailing after an unsuspecting first year Hufflepuff, she managed to locate the barrel entrance that led to the Hufflepuff basement. She watched from some distance away as the first year rhythmically tapped the barrel—two from the bottom, middle of the second row—which successfully caused the door to swing open and reveal a small passageway for the first year to crawl through.

Joan waited for a moment or two after the door had closed, then hurried to the barrel. She did the same rhythmic tapping ritual, smiling triumphantly to herself at her ingenuity, and waited for the lid to swing open.

A beat passed. The lid remained closed.

Frowning, Joan decided to try a second time. But as she was reaching for the barrel again, some sort of foul-smelling liquid tippled down from an unseen source, and in just a second, she was drenched in it.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Joan yelled at the top of her lungs, jumping in utter shock and almost slipping on the wet floor as she did so. "WHAT IS THIS SHIT?!"

She stared at the transparent liquid, then glared at the barrel.

"COME ON OUT, YOU LITTLE BASTARDS. THIS ISN'T FUNNY!"

- Location:
The Entrance to the Hufflepuff Dormitories
- Mentions:
Asher Fay @darkflames13
Emrys Jernigan @Nemopedia
Kyler Summers @Noctis the Devious
Raina Summers @Noctis the Devious
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