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

SU / 1 / 2 / 3

 

[Noctis the Devious]

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

Raina looked up from her book and toward the Hufflepuff entrance where a confused first year stood looking between Raina and the barrels before booking it. The older Hufflepuff huffed and snapped her book shut, taking her time making way over to investigate. When she poked her head out the otherside, the first thing she smelled was vinegar. Well that certainly answered a lot of questions. It was enough to nearly make Raina laugh but instead she covered her mouth with a fist and cleared her throat, only a grin escaping.

"Out smarted by a barrel? Can't say I'm surprised, Lambert," she snickered. "Sadly you chose the wrong time to pick a fight with the Hufflepuff common room." All it would have taken to clean up the was a simple Tergeo charm, but with their wands confiscated there was little in the way Raina could do.

The realization she was going to have to work with someone who smelled so strongly sobered her up and she made a face. "Yeah, you're staying out here until something can be done about that smell."

✚ Tags: Joan Lambert - @FieryCold

 

[Fish]

Gabriella Isabelle Flores​

"No no, this is totally fine. This is exactly how our kitchen looks whenever my mama bakes." Watching the Hufflepuff unknowingly spread the flour into her hair was what made Gaby look down at the floor to notice that her soles were now covered in the white powder. She held up a pack of flaked cornmeal, giving Ondine a small smile before turning to ask the house elves if they had a cuscuzeira. To her surprise, they did, and she poured her cornmeal into the pot before setting it on the stove again. "I'm making steamed cornmeal, do you want some?", she asked. She hadn't expected to have to share, but she had grown up believing that it was polite to at least offer and she wasn't about to be rude. She looked around at the mess again, wondering if Dumbledore knew that this was what the seventh years were going to have to clean up.

Her train of thought was interrupted by a shadow coming up from behind. Gaby turned around to see another student standing by the entrance of the kitchen, looking almost as surprised to see her and the Hufflepuff as she was to see him. Like most of the other male students in Hogwarts, he towered over her, and it was only because of the distance that he kept that she was able to see his face without hurting her neck. The twinkle of recognition in his eye could only mean that he knew she was the new transfer; unfortunately, it was pretty safe to say that Gaby had no idea who this guy was. "Looks like it'll be a crowd." It took quite a bit of effort for Gaby to stop herself from wincing. She didn't mind being around people, but small talk really bothered her and introductions always seem to come with small talk. The increasing number of students passing through the kitchen to get to the Hufflepuff common room was also a little hard to ignore. "You guys, uhm, enjoying your mornings?" She nodded, filling up a kettle before putting it on the stove and turning the heat up. Both her companions seemed nice enough, and if she was going to be doing this often then she was going to have to make friends. "I'm Gabriella, by the way. You can call me Gaby."

Interactions​

Ondine Fear (@nemopedia)
Sebastian Kissinger (@rissa)

Location​

Kitchens

 

[FieryCold]

Cormorant Garamond

Henry Chen

SEVENTH YEAR HUFFLEPUFF

"Yes, wife," Henry replied, rolling his eyes in jest and waving his hand dismissively at August. It didn't take long until they spotted Laurie in the common rooms, looking positively cheerful this early in the morning.

"Henry, your jokes are as pathetic as ever," she told him with a cheeky smile. The boy simply bowed down with a twirl of the hand, very much pleased of himself despite the insult.

"Thank you, thank you, I try." He told her, to which the toad on Laurie's arm seemingly replied with a dissenting croak.

The girl then offered to accompany them to the kitchens, musing about how she had promised to feed her pet toad with some of the spiders there.

"Spiders!" Henry breathed sharply, looking equal parts insulted and nauseated. If there was one thing he despised, it was an unclean kitchen. That was sacred ground to him. "You're kidding, right?"

- Location:
The Hufflepuff Dormitories

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

 

[Azzy]

Up. Pounce. Up. Pounce. Up. Pounce. The fox had been trying desperately to rouse the bear from her slumber. At this point....it was more a hibernation. The mass of blankets, pillows, and red hair laid tucked comfortable upon the bed, the constant pouncing finally seeming to rouse her from sleep. Mismatched eyes would flutter open slowly, a hand emerging from beneath quilts to swat the little black canine away from her. "Pip...go away...I'm sleepy...." the being beneath would mutter. Her voice was muffled, sleepy. The small animal wouldn't let up however, his pouncing relentless. After a few 'oofs' of breath left her, Seriphim Brimm found herself sitting up in bed, groaning. She looked a mess, her mass of ginger curls puffed out giving her the look of a lion. "What is it, boy?" she would grumble while reaching over to pat the fox's head. She didn't seem to realize that she was meant to be somewhere this morning. Until her companion let out the shrill little yip he did.

"Pip! What time is it?! Oh no...no no no...."

She was going to be late to detention. That...was the last thing she needed. The girl bounded around her room, slipping on clothes haphazardly, running a brush through her hair to tame the mane of ginger, grabbing her robes. There was no time to waste, and what kind of impression would she leave on her peer if she were the one late for...well. There would likely be many late for detention, who wanted to go? She had gotten ready for the day in record time, or so she liked to think, finally slipping out of her room with a "don't trash the place while I'm gone!" shouted behind her.

She had eventually made her way into the common room, zipping on over to the notice board. Green and gold scanned the slips of paper tacked up until she found the detention slip....and her heart sank. Not because of where she was placed, gods she loved the forest and its mysteries. The animals, the danger. It sounded fun. She could do without her group though....most of which wouldn't, or didn't like her. She knew the names afterall. Who didn't? A dramatic grown would come from her before she turned on her heel and slipped out of the common room altogether. "This'll be fun...this'll be fun...don't let them get to you. Just be friendly! Make friends, Seriphiim Brimm. You are a likeable young woman, and they all will be delighted to have you." she gave herself the pep talk as she made her way out to Hagrid's Hut, mentally preparing herself for what was to come.​

 

[Nemopedia]

"That lipstick next to it will suit you better," Garaile propped his head up on his arms, smirking at the stealing redhead near Felix's dresser. The girl had such an unfortunate habit of taking whatever she liked and she liked a lot. Like a crow attracted to shiny objects Millie likened to take whatever caught her fancy.

It was impossible to stay asleep with Felix for a roommate. The frivolous boy made it his goal to rouse Garaile as early as possible and enjoy the spectacle of his morning routine. The blonde in turn made sure that Felix's 'beauty sleep' was interrupted as often as possible. It was a perfect relationship, filled with banter and making sure neither got enough sleep.

It also had to the advantage that Garaile knew exactly what preciosa Felix kept.

"If you open the second cabinet," he yawned, waving towards the dresser Millie stood at, "you will find more unused props." Rolling out of his bed the boy stretched himself out tall, caring little that there was a girl in his room and that his stomach was exposed by the rising of his shirt. It was Millie anyway and she wouldn't dare to do anything.

"Where is that toad anyway?" finally the Slytherin asked about his roommate, sauntering over to a custard coloured ball of fluff. The Puffskein 'Fatty' was still sleeping soundly, seemingly dreaming of eating boogers and insects by the look of its long tongue. All the better for Garaile, he didn't have time to take care of his companion.

 

[Nemopedia]

Once more August's implications didn't work. Ignored by the Hufflepuff his friend proceeded to make his way out of the dorms, needing the Ravenclaw to at least once correct his friend on the path.

"Rowan might get lucky, Dumbledore gave all of the house-elves a day off for our detention," August sighed at the thought of cleaning the kitchen. All the plates they would have to wash, not to mention the pans and utensils. The Ravenclaw just hoped that everyone would pull their weight.

As he was about to say more a bloodcurdling scream resounded from the entrance, the sour smell of vinegar following after. Someone had triggered the Hufflepuff security and the foreigner had a feeling who that might be.

Joining Raina in the entrance the boy smiled at the victim, Joan unsurprised that she managed to get the password wrong.

"You started the cleaning operation, I see," he teased the girl, glancing over at the puddle of vinegar underneath her feet.

"Though it seems you just made more work for my group," he chuckled in good humour.

 

[Nemopedia]

Emrys 'Ambrose' Jernigan

The Hufflepuff had been wandering around the hallways for a while now. With little to no clue in where he was going the boy continued to try his way around, tracing back his steps and trying different routes. The bunkers of Hufflepuff were hard to navigate for a boy like Emrys. With little sense of direction and even worse mapfinding skills the boy always managed to get himself lost in some form of fashion.

It had always been luck, following others, or tagging along with Raina that had helped him. However, with him avoiding the fellow Huffle and having to wake early on a Saturday Emrys found himself quite lost in the paths he had been taking for the past seven years.

He did pay an awful little attention to his surroundings.

Sighing the boy opened his mouth to call for help. Maybe someone would hear him? Though as soon as he attempted a sad hiccup escaped him before he pressed his lips together embarrassed. Though no one would have heard the small sound the boy still felt anxious over the prospect of having to hear himself, wondering how much his voice might have changed.

Garnering his courage the boy tried to open his mouth again...

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

Startled the boy blinked at himself, confident that this was not a sound he produced. Laughs could be heard somewhat further away and Emrys quickly followed the sound of curses and teasing voices to finally reach the exit. A smile of relief crossed his face as Emrys saw the familiar backs and faces. Relief that soon turned into absolute hilarity as soon as he saw Joan doused in what he guessed to be vinegar.

Speaking would come another day, he was sure of it.

 

[Nemopedia]

Lovers Quarrel; Marvel;

Ondine Fear

Another embarrassed smile crossed Ondine's lips as Gabriella mentioned her kitchen at home. The Hufflepuff thought back of her own kitchen at home, where she wasn't allowed to make such a mess, or enter too often at all. The Fear household had an abundance of money and liked to show it. The kitchen was meant for the house-elves and Ondine just enjoyed what came out of it, not being inside of the room. Hearing the new transfer talk so easily of her mother in the kitchen made the Hufflepuff envious, the imagery of a cozy and warm household brewing up.

"I would love to have some!" she breathed immediately in response, taking quick steps towards the other. Taking her peer's hands into her own Ondine beamed brighter. "You can have my cupcakes as well," she breathed, always happy to share. She wanted to know more, hear more of this household Gabriella came from. Would she be able to taste warmth and love in the meals? Would the sun bask through the windows and invite her for tea next to the stove? She wondered all that.

Her train of thoughts were cut short by the entry of a senior Ravenclaw. Craning up her head she looked right up at him, marvelled at how tall these seventh years were. Not shy in her nature she beamed him a smile as well, figuring that it would give him some comfort if she showed some warmth and welcome.

"It has been marv—"

She got cut off in her response by a bellowing voice, shrieking because of a misshap that Ondine could only guess to be the Hufflepuff entrance. Startled the girl jumped, bumping into Gabriella before balancing herself again. Her hands tightening in their grip.

"S-sorry," she whispered, feeling her heart race because of the scare. Flushed cheeks and a bewildered look put Ondine out of her usual composed conduct from which the Hufflepuff took a few moments to recover.

"A-haha, that startled me," she mumbled, quickly letting go of Gabriella's hands.

 

[FieryCold]

Cormorant Garamond

Henry Chen

SEVENTH YEAR HUFFLEPUFF

Henry grew noticeably pale at August's remark. How come he was the only one who seemed bothered by all this? Spiders in the kitchen! He could feel himself about to regurgitate last night's dinner. The mere thought that he had been eating seven years worth of spider-infused delicacies almost made him want to faint.

Just then, a glass-shattering scream thundered from the entrance of the common rooms.

"COME ON OUT, YOU LITTLE BASTARDS. THIS ISN'T FUNNY!" Came the all too familiar voice of Joan Lambert. This distracted him somewhat, and before he knew it, he was tailing August to the entrance.

There, Joan stood, doused in vinegar. He already knew what had happened before he even saw her, as the smell had given it away. Henry found himself chuckling at the sight. For the first time, someone other than himself had managed to trigger the Hufflepuff security.

"It isn't funny, it's hilarious," He quipped, a bit of color now making its way back to his face. "Nice going, Lambert. Want some fish and chips with that?"

- Location:
The Hufflepuff Dormitories

- Interactions:
August Yilmaz @Nemopedia
Joan Lambert

 

[FieryCold]

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JOAN LAMBERT​

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It didn't take long until someone opened the entrance from the other side. Raina emerged from the barrel, a wide grin forming on her face at the sight of Joan.

Unamused, Joan simply rolled her eyes at the girl's reaction. She made a face, mimicking Raina in an exaggerated, mocking manner as the latter talked.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Move over, Summers," she growled at her impatiently, trying to push the girl aside with vinegar-doused hands.

Just then, someone else came to block the entrance to see what the commotion was all about. What August was doing here in the Hufflepuff dormitories, Joan did not know, but she did not care enough to ask. Henry joined their group soon after like the loyal puppy dog that he was, firing away another one of his lame jokes. Seemed like the whole school was gathering here just to poke fun at her misery.

Joan instinctively reached for her wand, itching to get clean, only to come upon the bitter realization that it was no longer in her possession. A long, deliberate oath escaped from her mouth. She turned back to the rest.

"You're fucking welcome, Whatever-Your-Name-Is," Joan quipped back at August's remarks with a sardonic smile and a glare. Then, to Henry: "Want a shiner to go with that face?"

It was only then that she noticed Emrys at the further back. Joan wasn't sure how long he had been standing there, but it didn't matter.

"Took you long enough!" She yelled at him. "The fuck are you all still doing there? I was out here waiting!"

- Location:
The Entrance to the Hufflepuff Dormitories
- Interactions:
August Yilmaz @Nemopedia
Emrys Jernigan @Nemopedia
Henry Chen
Raina Summers @Noctis the Devious
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[darkflames13]

Lora;Quicksand;LB;

Kassandra

Caridad Castillo

Getting detention along with the other seventh years for a party she didn't even attend was not ideal. It sucked. At the same time however, Kass couldn't quite argue with it. She may not have attended the party, but she was well in the know about it. The right thing to do was to stop it, to tell the professors about it. Yet she didn't. In her mind, this was her punishment for it.

Kass had been in their room, braiding her hair in preparation for the day of cleaning, when she glanced at her roommate's very empty bed. She frowned, silently wondering what had happened to the redhead. It was clear from the state of the bed that she didn't sleep in their room last night. It was slightly worrying, but there wasn't anything she could do about it at the moment. She'll just have to ask her about it when she sees her.

Finishing her braid with a hair tie, Kass took a glance of herself on the mirror, checking to make sure she'd done her hair properly. Satisfied with what she saw, she headed down to the common room to meet with Chris. Kass just hoped she hadn't kept him waiting for too long.


Location Ravenclaw Common Room
Mentions Christopher Williams (@Fish)

 

[darkflames13]

roboto;rs; colour: #398c40

Heather Clarke

It hadn't been much of a surprise to her when they'd announced detention for all the seventh years, a punishment for trying to pull the wool over their eyes with a senior party at the very start of the school year. She wondered, however, if they actually knew who it was that came up with the party. Them punishing all the seventh years equally was telling her they didn't know who it was.

As she scanned through the list of groupings posted, she briefly wondered if outing the ringmaster of it all would get her out of detention. While idea became more tempting when she saw that she'd been assigned to clean the lavaratories, the desire to push through with it was erased the moment she saw who she was grouped with. Apart from being in the same group as the Weasel, she was also placed in the same group as Persephone Gaunt. How convenient.

The news of the Gaunt family tragedy had managed to reach her parents over in the States during the week. They owled her a letter, practically demanding that she find out more and tell them. The general tone of the letter annoyed her, but luckily for her parents, she was already curious about the girl. Persephone was someone whom she never found to be interesting. The only thing she could recall about the girl was her friendship with Fay. She remembers not liking their close friendship and how easy it was to put a stop to it. The girl knew when to back off at least.

Heather left the common room earlier than she would've. Cleaning the lavatories was not something she was looking forward to, but she knew that Persephone would likely arrive the earliest among them. She planned on catching some solo time with her, try to extract as much information as she could out of the girl.

Just as expected, the Slytherin prefect was already there. However, she wasn't alone as she'd expected her to be. With her was Quinn, who stood in stark contrast to the light blonde with her head of raven hair. Quinn's presence put a slight damper on her plan, but at least she was the only other one there so far. Getting information out of someone was always easier in a one on one setting, but perhaps it could still work.

"Morning, ladies" She greeted the two of them as she walked over to the sinks. Heather began fiddling with her hair, gathering them all up to put in a high ponytail. The water stains near the bottom of the mirror was definitely hard to miss from where she stood, and so were the stained sinks. She found it both disgusting and amazing how she hadn't noticed how yellow the sinks have become until now they were being made to clean the place.

Her eyes went to Persephone's reflection on the mirror. "I'm sorry about your family, Percy." Heather spoke in a soft tone, making it sound like she cared and was truly sorry for the girl's loss. She finished tying her hair and turned to face Persephone. "I know we were never in the best of terms, but no one deserves what happened to your family."


Interactions: Persephone Gaunt, Morrigan Quinn (@Dust Bunnies)

 

[Fish]

Gabriella Isabelle Flores​

Ondine's face was full of a warmth and sincerity that Gaby couldn't help but be suspicious of. She and Ondine had shared some classes, and the the Ravenclaw had definitely noticed how well loved her new classmate was. One of the Ravenclaw girls had approached her in the common rooms to ask if there was a way to use herbs to check for love potions in a cupcake-- it didn't take Gaby long to put two and two together and figure out that it was Ondine's cupcakes that they wanted to test. Her eyes shifted from Ondine to the messy kitchen behind them and back to Ondine again. She hadn't noticed anything that seemed out of the ordinary among what remained of the Hufflepuff's ingredients. Her lips formed into a smile and she had just begun to nod when a bloodcurdling scream filled the room.

Gaby wasn't sure who bumped into whom, but her surprise was replaced by embarrassment as she nearly slipped on the flour on the kitchen floor when she attempted to regain her balance. She shook her head, brushing the Hufflepuff's apology off as she looked around, ready to cast an incantation if an intruder were to enter.

What started as a faint scent of vinegar quickly engulfed the room, and the look on Gaby's face distorted from the strength of the smell before she turned to look at Ondine again. "What was that?", she gasped, letting go of Ondine's hands to wave the vinegar smell away from her nose. Watching Ondine regain her composure definitely helped Gaby regain her own, and she nodded in agreement when Ondine mentioned how the shriek had startled her. She placed the cornmeal in the cuscuzeira before adding the boiling water. She held the kettle up, giving Ondine a sigh of relief. "Aren't you glad I wasn't holding this when that happened?"

Interactions​

Ondine Fear (@nemopedia)

Location​

Kitchens

 

[Fish]

Christopher Liam Williams​

For the first time in years, Will had overslept. Yes. On this fine Saturday morning, with the sun shining in through the window on August's side of the room, Will's eyelids fluttered open over half an hour later than they should have. "I have detention with August and Midge today," he thought to himself before groaning and pulling a pillow to shade his peanut-colored eyes from the sun. He took a deep breath before sitting up again, motioning for Bread to sit on his lap. He held his cat up and leaned in to look her in the eye. "Hey, Bread. Tell me what I did to deserve detention." As if she was chastising him for not doing anything to stop the party as soon as word reached him, Bread put her paw on his nose and squinted, eliciting a chuckle and a cuddle from her owner. "You know what, you're right." he agreed, setting her back down on the bed and standing up to get a change of clothes from the bureau he and August had to share. At the time, he hadn't given the news much thought, but as prefect, he probably should've brought it up with Kass anyway. She would've known what to do.

Oh shoot. Kass. He'd agreed to meet her in the common rooms, and by now he figured that he must've been at least ten minutes late. "Hey, Bread, face the wall. You're not allowed to see me naked," he commanded, gesturing towards the wall across him. He changed into his usual weekend getup, throwing his sweats into a nearby basket before hastily making both his and August's beds. "He could've at least made sure I was awake before leaving," he thought, shaking his head at the realization that he was just a salary short of being August's maid. He snapped his fingers, prompting Bread to run towards him as he exited the room and made his way towards the common room.

The youngest WIlliams boy let out a sigh of relief as his eyes scanned the common room to find that he had somehow still made it there earlier than Kass did. It wasn't long, though, before his fellow prefect emerged from the door leading to the female dormitories. Her hair was tied in a braid-- what a disappointment; this meant he couldn't mess it up without feeling bad-- and he couldn't help but smile as she walked towards him. He threw a cheeky smirk and a wink her way. "You're late, Midge."

Interactions​

Kassandra Castillo (@darkflames13)

Location​

Will and August's Room > Ravenclaw Common Room

 

[FieryCold]

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MILLICENT THOMSON​

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HEART JUMPING out of her chest, Millie instinctively turned to face Garaile. Felix's bag of cosmetics slipped from her fingers in her haste. She scrambled to pick up the various shades of lipsticks that were now rolling onto the floor, feeling the heat rise up to her cheeks. Garaile's comment had surprised her—not just because she hadn't even noticed him waking, but also because of the almost complimentary undertone in his remark.

"You surprised me," an embarrassed laugh escaped her lips as she focused on placing the lipsticks back into the charmed bag, trying too hard not to look at Garaile as his stomach was exposed. He mentioned Felix's dresser and something about unused props, but Millie was hardly paying any attention to him now. She held the last lipstick in her hands—the one that Garaile thought would suit her—contemplating.

Then, she slipped it into her pocket.

Walking over to Felix's trunk, she carefully placed the cosmetics bag back into its original position, making sure it looked exactly the way as when she had found it.

"I don't know, probably detention," Millie answered Garaile's query, trying to calm herself and seem normal. She watched as he walked over to his pet Puffskein, thinking how nice it was of him to take such good care of his pet. "We should get going, too, Garaile."

- Locations:
The Slytherin Boys' Dormitories

- Mentions/Interactions:
Felix Sloan
Garaile Scriven @Nemopedia​

 

[FieryCold]

Deborah Johnson

SEVENTH YEAR RAVENCLAW

↪ AT THE PITCH

Breakfast was almost ending, but for some reason, Debbie's group mates were nowhere in sight. Sighing audibly, the girl looked on as a flock of second years sped across the field on their broomsticks, playing an amateur game of Quidditch. How envious she felt, knowing that these kids had the whole Saturday to themselves. Meanwhile, here she was, stuck in detention even though she had done nothing wrong to deserve it. She didn't even know that a senior party had been held until after the fact, for Merlin's sake!

Debbie would argue that her roommate should at least get the brunt of the punishment. Annie was Head Girl, after all, and plenty of people had seen her at The Three Broomsticks that night. Yet, not only would Annie retain her position, she would also be leading their group today. Despite everything, it seemed the professors still entrusted the girl to do the responsible thing.

It was hardly fair, but Debbie knew better than to argue with the professors. All she could really do now was grit her teeth and hope this day would end soon.

After some time, she finally spotted Annie's approaching figure in the distance. It took a lot of effort for Debbie not to yell at her then and there. Annie had the guts to be late, that was for sure.

"You seem tired," Debbie spoke flatly as she walked over, but her eyes were clear with annoyance, "I can lead the group today if you want. You must have a lot on your plate right now, what with you being Head Girl and all." She gave her roommate a tight-lipped smile, trying to seem thoughtful even though her words held a thinly-veiled scathing tone.

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Mentions/Interactions:
Anastasia Fitzgerald @Dust Bunnies

 

[Bubs]

Lauren Harrison

Seventh Year Hufflepuff

"That's what I thought, August." Lauren smiled in a bubbly manner, turning to face her handsome toad. "Rowan will be terribly lucky today since all the house-elves have been called off. Though we could use him as the bug catcher and it will also have him fed! Killing two birds with one stone." The sweet redhead stated, offering a cheeky smile. Excitement quickly drained from her cheeks, when a bloodcurdling scream echoed through the halls of the Hufflepuff Common Room.

Drama and gossip through the week had put the Hufflepuff on edge. One of the Slytherin Prefects was now an orphan, and she was from an ancient pureblood house... So what could possibly happen to a muggle-born like her? Laurie dared to question her fate, before slipping out shortly after August and Henry.

"Wait, guys!" Lauren called out dashing to the entrance, stopping beside Henry poking her head out with interest Rowan croaked with interest in her hands. Before muffling a giggle at Henry's jesting comment and then Joan's remark. Slipping her toad back onto her head.

"He doesn't need a shiner... It might make girls swoon, or look somewhat prettier than he already is..." Laurie teased in a light manner, before watching the vinegar soaking girl yell at a fellow housemate.

Lifting her gaze up shyly towards August, flushed cheeks clearly apparent. "Uh, August shouldn't we head off to the kitchens, we don't want to be late... Because we might more of a punishment for that..." Lauren stated in a fluffy manner, her stomach slowly filling with butterflies as she spoke to the taller Ravenclaw. Not even taking into account that Henry was present when speaking to August.

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[Bubs]

Anastasia 'Annie' Fitzgerald

Seventh Year Ravenclaw

Standing out on the Quidditch Pitch, Anastasia hugged herself light at the cool autumn breeze. The rash and quick flying second years didn't help keep away the chill. Pulling herself towards the pitch with needed motivation, Annie couldn't help but roll her eyes at Deborah Johnson. A cocky and overly ambition driven girl that left a bad taste in Annie's mouth after sharing a room with her for so long.

Cocky a brow to the girl's clear annoyance, Anastasia didn't seem to leave a care in trace. "Tired is an understatement Deborah... Though thank you for your clear concern, I'll manage." She spoke in a swift manner, very quickly trying to drop the subject of Debbie taking over for the day. A few vile curse words ran through the mind of the Head Girl regarding Miss Johnson, Annie's roommate. Through a tight-lipped smile, Anastasia didn't say anything though.

"The headmaster has expressively asked me to keep an eye on fifth year Govanni, since he was meant to be in the kitchens but I advised against it." Annie affirmed her task, before lifting her gaze to the second years playing Quidditch.

"But we're all meant to be guiding the second years in their amateur games today. Unlike the others who are stuck cleaning."

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[darkflames13]

"Are we there yet?" the parrot squawked for the umpteenth time since they left the dungeon. Asher rolled his eyes at his pet's childishness. He already knew from the very beginning that bringing Gulliver along was a bad idea, but the bird wouldn't get off from where he perched on Asher's shoulder.

Saturdays were Gulliver was free to fly outside. Normally, Asher would bring him to the grounds and leave him there for a few hours. He trusted his pet not to wander too far. Today however, Gulliver decided he wanted to tag along. Asher wasn't sure why, but he suspected the bird was getting lonely and when he overheard him and his roommate talking about what their punishments were, he saw it as the chance to interact with other birds—even if they were owls, Gulliver's least favourite kind of bird.

Up to the owlery he went. It was much to his surprise when he saw the place devoid of his supposed group for detention. Asher frowned, confused. He was already late and yet somehow he still managed to arrive earlier than them. "Where are they?"

Gulliver flapped his wings and said, almost in answer, "Lazy ass." He then flew into one of the occupied perches, getting rather up close and personal with a sleeping tawny owl who was jolted awake by Gulliver's presence. "You're dumb," the parrot insulted the poor nocturnal creature. Asher could only shake his head at his pet's antics.

"Gulliver, stop bothering the owls," the prefect scolded. Gulliver remained where he was, staring at the owl for a few seconds longer, before finally moving to an empty perch just above. Asher wondered if the perch was truly an unoccupied one or if the owl that claimed it was only out delivering a letter. If it was the latter, he hoped the owl wasn't going to return any time soon.

Inversely, he hoped his friends arrived soon. There was so much that needed to be done in the owlery.

✯ ❭❱ Location

Owlery

✯ ❭❱ Interactions

None

 

[Noctis the Devious]

Raina's eyes widen when Lambert reached for for her. She didn't like being suddenly touched on the best of days; she really didn't want vinegar doused hands on her. Her retreat was stopped by August no less. She rolled her eyes at his rather lame remarks (she had to have taught him better wisecracks than that). Chen and Harrison weren't too far behind him. Seriously August out of the things you could have said.

"Uh, August shouldn't we head off to the kitchens, we don't want to be late... Because we might more of a punishment for that..." The way Harrison spoke, as if August was the only one there, made her quirk an eyebrow at the Ravenclaw with a smirk. Apparently the little boy she rescued from their big bad peers all those years ago grew up to be rather popular. Who would have thought?

But her roommate did have a point. She hadn't seen Jerigan yet. He usually had trouble--

"Took you long enough!" Lambert barked, looking past everyone and at someone specific. That someone turned out to be the mute in question, standing at the back of the little group that had gathered around the side show attraction the Gryffindor made out of herself. "The fuck are you all still doing there? I was out here waiting!"

"So that's what we're calling it," Raina snickered, before turning and making her way back to the common room. The only people that were missing from their group was Fey and Kyler, and she was only responsible for one of them. Just when she was about to make her way towards the male dormitories Kyler came bumbling out still in the process of putting on a black shirt. He still had on a pair of pajama bottoms and house shoes. "Seriously?"

"What are you, a fashion Auror?" Apparently the smell just caught up to him as he scrunched up his nose. Upon exiting the common room, though, he barely gave Lambert and her situation a glance, deeming it not important as the smells coming from the kitchen.

"Kyler!"

"What? I'm hungry. I'll meet you there."

Raina huffed and wearily made her way around Lambert and her vinegar covered hands. "I swear Kyler, if we lose more house points because you missed breakfast--" The kitchen door already swung shut. Raina's eyebrow twitched but decided to hell with it and started on her way toward the Owlery.

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