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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[FieryCold]

Cormorant Garamond

Henry Chen

SEVENTH YEAR HUFFLEPUFF

Among the small crowd that had gathered around the piano was Henry Chen. He sat at a table with his elbows propped up, visibly trying to stay awake after having just chugged a few pints of butter beer but failing, and soon enough indeed he dipped into sleep. Even as the piano piece reached its conclusion and the crowd chanted in unison for an encore, Henry remained deep in slumber, a little bit of drool making its way down his chin.

And then August piped, just loud enough to jolt Henry from his semi-unconscious state, "Entertain yourself, Macey."

Henry muttered something incomprehensible upon waking. He looked around, disoriented, as if he had just forgotten where he was. It didn't take long when he finally came to his senses and started clapping feverishly, albeit the reaction was just a tad bit overdue.

"Bravo!" He called out, earning him some glances and a few snickers here and there, but Henry paid no mind to them. Wiping the drool with his sleeve, he stood from his place at the table and began to head over to his good old friend, August.

Henry wouldn't be Henry, however, if it weren't for his annoying little habits. He stopped at a neighboring table, having just spotted some tasty treats that sat there untouched. At that moment, he knew he had to have them.

"Excuse me. I'll take these, thank you," he gave the seventh year couple a sweet smile as he picked up the plate of brownies from their table, all very politely and yet not even sparing them a second to react. A couple of insults were thrown Henry's way as he abruptly turned his back to them, but the boy simply chuckled inside.

"August, my man, you were great, absolutely great!" Henry piped once he had reached August, patting his friend hard on the back. He proffered the stolen plate of goods. "Fancy some brownies? Don't take too much, though, or I will hex you."

 

[Nemopedia]

August Yilmaz

Judging from how Henry's hair sticked up at one side August knew that the Hufflepuff had slept through the music and noise of the bar. He said nothing of it, knowing that Henry was just Henry and wouldn't change despite the efforts. Seven years of Hogwarts and cold showers still wouldn't wake him.

"I wouldn't dare depriving you," he said, picking up a small piece and sniffing at it before taking a bite. "Did you steal them from the kitchen?" the Ravenclaw questioned as he chewed. He didn't remember brownies being served at the feast, earlier. However, the table was usually so stacked with food that it was hard to remember what exactly was served. August certainly enjoyed his coffee flavoured treats at the meal, but the brownies were surprisingly good as well.

Looking down on the Hufflepuff, August waited for a reply to come. However, his mind was already at the next question he wanted to ask. What did Henry have planned for his senior year? Now that the two of them were on the edge of graduating, the Turk doubted that the Asian could continue on the same pace as he had done for the past six years. After all, there wouldn't always be a walking conscience to look after Henry.

 

[FieryCold]

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ALISTAIR BLACKBOURNE​

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IN WHAT ALISTAIR would argue as the girl's signature reaction, Melinda gave him a glare for the nickname, and the boy found himself smirking a little as he sipped his tea.

"Blame Lorene," Melinda now said in response to his question. "The marriage came with one tie." And with that, she downed her glass.

So that was how she spent her summer. Alistair pitied her somewhat. He already couldn't stand Giselle's presence and he hardly had to deal with her, if only for the fact that Giselle is way over her head with her family reputation. Not that Alistair was any better in that regard, but he preferred to be the one looking down on people, not the other way around.

All thought of Giselle vanished, however, when he saw his brother order some firewhisky. Melinda beat him to the chase in addressing it. Then, as if a drunken brother wasn't enough, Melinda followed Zed's example and ordered a glass for herself, albeit hers was only butter beer.

"Oi, slow down, you two," Alistair said as calmly as he could, but internally he was on the verge of panic. "The alcohol isn't even in your system yet and you're already going for a second pint!" He wasn't sure whether he was addressing Zed or Mel at this point. Perhaps both, since they were both being absolute fools about the whole situation. Alistair reached for his brother's mug, intent on taking it. He had never let his brother go drunk in his presence and he was not about to do so now.

- Location:
The Three Broomsticks Inn, Hogsmeade
- Interactions:
Zedekiah Blackbourne @darkflames13
Melinda Geralds @Nemopedia

Colour tag: #339966​

 

[FieryCold]

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MILLICENT THOMSON​

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IT WAS THE MOST unforgivable thing! First, the dumb Blackbourne brother picked her up against her will. Now he dared deprive her of food? No, she would not stand for this.

With that in mind, Millie bit down hard on the boy's hand and scampered away, picking up a brownie with her mouth and knocking Alistair's tea in the process. She didn't dare look back on the mess she had caused, but instead made a beeline for the exit. When finally she was out, the first thing she did was look for a place secluded from everyone else. There was an alleyway near the pub that was just dark enough and devoid of people. It was there that she transfigured back to her human form.

Taking the brownie out of her mouth, she gave a sigh of relief, "Finally!"

- Location:
The Three Broomsticks Inn, Hogsmeade
- Interactions:
Alistair Blackbourne
Zedekiah Blackbourne @darkflames13
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[FieryCold]

Cormorant Garamond

Henry Chen

SEVENTH YEAR HUFFLEPUFF

"Oh, I just found them lying around somewhere," Henry replied vaguely as he munched on a brownie, waving his hand as though to swat the question away. What August didn't know wouldn't hurt him. "Could use some more sugar, though, I think."

The boy wasted no time changing the topic from there. If August knew the truth, he would chide Henry for sure and throw the desserts away.

"So, anyway, what's crackalackin', brother?" Henry asked, leaning lackadaisically against the piano as he plopped a second brownie into his mouth. "My summer vacation, for one, was great. Visited grandma. She made me some mooncakes," he made a circle with his forefinger and thumb and kissed it, a la Italian chef, "Belissimo. Missed the food at Hogwarts, though, so I'm glad to be back."

 

[Nemopedia]

August Yilmaz

He wanted to say something about picking up food at random, but decided against it. The brownies seemed fine and the Ravenclaw honestly wouldn't know what much could be wrong with the treats. Besides, Henry wasn't the type to pick up food from suspicious places, as much as he loved to eat.

As the Hufflepuff continued to talk about his summer, August listening with half an ear and a scoff, the foreigner thought back of his own summer. With Henry's talk of food, comparing the Hogwarts kitchen with his own home, August realised how much he missed home. Real home, not the home in the UK he went to outside of Hogwarts, but the home he had before he even came to the UK. The home where his grandparents called him Rayif, instead of August, and where the grand piano of his grandfather stood.

"Isn't the food bland here?" the boy mumbled, half hearing Henry's musings over more sugar and questions about his summer. "You always anger the elves in the kitchen," he followed, not realising the distractions of his friend.

It was true, however. As much as Henry Chen loved to eat, he always had his critique ready. Asked, or unasked (but mostly unasked) he would give it, without a filter, and without a second thought. August often wondered if Henry was aspiring a career as a food critic, as he certainly sounded very fit for it. Perhaps the Ravenclaw should suggest it one day, if the boy hadn't thought of it himself.

 

[darkflames13]

Montserrat

Zedekiah Blackbourne

☆ Location The Three Broomsticks

☆ Interactions

Millie the Cat
(@FieryCold)

Alistair Blackbourne
(@FieryCold)

Melinda Geralds
(@Nemopedia)

He grimaced upon hearing Mel's brief explanation of her newfound friendship with Giselle. It sounded horrible, after all, who would want to hang out with Giselle Rosier?... Probably a lot of people, but Zed was certainly not one of them, that's for sure.

"Trying to make up for your brother?" Mel said, following with a remark about how they thankfully had beds here. As the bartender slid him his drink, his fellow Gryffindor ordered some more butterbeer. Zed couldn't help but let out a laugh at this. "Sounds like I'm not the only one," he said, raising his own glass towards her.

Zed stuck his tongue out at his brother's complaint. Then, several things happened almost all at once. As his brother tried to grab the drink out of his hand, the cat bit his other hand. "Ow!" He winced in pain, and tried shaking it off in reflex, nearly letting go of his glass as he did.

Soon as the initial pain had subsided, he looked at the mess that was left. His brother's tea had been spilled all over the bartop, but that wasn't his main concern. One of the brownies had gone missing, and he was more than willing to bet that it was the cat the took it. He paled at the realisation. "Shit. This is bad, this is bad, this is bad."

Panicking, he got off the stool and scoped out the bar, hoping to find the brownie thieving cat. Luckily for him, he managed to catch a glimpse of ginger exiting the pub as two more seniors entered. "Ah! There she is!" He tossed back the entire glass of firewhisky and slammed the empty container onto the counter before chasing after the runaway cat.

Just before the alleyway he called, "Kitty come back! Where--" Zed stopped on his tracks as he turned into the alleyway entrance. There he saw, in the dimly lit alleyway, the ginger cat morph into something else: a human. Not just any human as well, before him he saw Millicent Thompson, seventh year Raveclaw. Muggleborn. His jaw hung open in shock.

Zed stepped back from the alley entrance and leaned on the wall, cradling his head in one of his hands. "What the bloody hell was in that drink?" he mumbled as he slowly slid down to sit on the ground.

 

[Nemopedia]

Dancing Script;

Melinda Geralds

"It's fine, we have you," Melinda waved the Slytherin's worries away with a flick of her hand, ignoring the nagging sound in the back of her head that was telling her to listen. She couldn't.

"You should live, Ali," she rolled her eyes, waving the bartender over. "Another glass, please!" and she pushed the glass she just got handed over to the twin. "Here. Enjoy," she commanded, ignoring whatever protests he may have.

In the meanwhile Zed had lost the cat again, the ginger little thing running off with a brownie. Downing his shot in one go Melinda watched her fellow Gryffindor run off after the animal, shaking her head.

"How much are you willing to bet that he will be scratched by the poor thing?" she mused, a smile playing along her lips. "Or that he comes back with a crazy revelation?" she snickered. Zedekiah Blackbourne always had the most unbelievable mishaps happening to him, even in wizard terms.

 

[Nemopedia]

Emrys 'Ambrose' Jernigan

What does a mute do on a party? More importantly, why was Emrys at a party at all?

That, he wondered himself as well. He could have stayed behind in the Hufflepuff common room and do some reading, or get some extra sleep. He could have tended to the flowers (ew), eaten some more snacks (maybe), or just enjoyed the silence with all of the seniors out and thus his room empty (bliss). So, why didn't he?

Good question. It was not like he planned to chat someone up tonight. Or any other night. Heck, was he even planning on socialising at all?

Staring off into the crowd Emrys could feel the cold sweat travelling over his back.

Yeah... no. Should have stayed in his room. Should have just enjoyed the peace of no people surrounding him. Maybe even tend to the flowers, or enjoy the left overs in the kitchen. Should have saved himself the trouble of having a near heart attack whenever his eyes met anyone in the crowd.

 

[FieryCold]

Cormorant Garamond

Henry Chen

SEVENTH YEAR HUFFLEPUFF

"Bland!" Henry exclaimed, putting a hand to his chest, aghast. He was exaggerating, of course, but he couldn't help it. "How could you say that, Mr. Yilmaz! That's blasphemous." It was true that the chicken could use some spice now and then, but to call Hogwarts food 'bland' was simply taking it to another level.

"And, honestly, the elves should take it as a compliment. I wouldn't be there at all if I didn't like the food, you know." He chuckled mid-yawn.

 

[FieryCold]

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ALISTAIR BLACKBOURNE​

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THE CAT TIPPED Alistair's tea over as it scampered away, spilling the contents all over the bar and onto his lap. Alistair groaned as he stared at the mess, but the bartender saved him with just a flick of his wand. The table was pristine again, as if the little accident never happened, but his brother was no longer anywhere to be found.

Alistair couldn't fathom Zed's fascination for animals. He personally couldn't care less about them, or found any reason to fawn over them the way others usually did. But as with most everything else, his twin brother was the exact opposite. It was just another one of those mysteries, he supposed.

Melinda ordered him a drink of butter beer just then, telling him that he ought to live more. Alistair couldn't help but frown at this. He stared at the drink, as if to size it up. Might as well get on with it, he thought. He was already here anyway. Raising the glass to his lips, he warned, "I won't be able to babysit you after this, just so you know."

With that out of the way, he took a few gulps of the beer. Alistair was well aware that he could hold his liquor just fine. It wasn't the first time he had to drink after all, thanks to certain social calls and formal gatherings. But it didn't hurt to scare Melinda a little, if he could.

When Melinda proposed a bet, the answer was simple. "I think both," he said, daring a smirk, as he pulled out a few galleons and a couple of sickles from his pocket.

- Location:
The Three Broomsticks Inn, Hogsmeade
- Interactions:
Melinda Geralds @Nemopedia
- Mentions:
Zedekiah Blackbourne @darkflames13

Colour tag: #339966​

 

[Nemopedia]

August Yilmaz

Rolling his eyes at Henry's theatrics August finished the brownie in his hand, deciding not to argue with the Asian about food. That would be a losing discussion anyway.

"What, bedtime already?" the Ravenclaw teased as he watched the Hufflepuff yawn. The party was reaching its height by now, it seemed. Most of the students already intoxicated, judging from their glazed eyes. Drunk from the butterbeer, he guessed. Though the boy felt rather woozy himself as well. Despite only drinking one glass of butterbeer the foreigner felt as if he was losing control over his senses, something that he knew didn't usually happen when he drank alcohol.

"Hey, Henry, where exactly did you find these brownies?" he asked, blinking his eyes rapidly in the hopes that would give him back his clear vision. August, however, was quick to assume the worst.

 

[Nemopedia]

Dancing Script;

Melinda Geralds

"That's the way to do it!" Melinda praised the Slytherin as he drank some of the butterbeer. Ignoring the rest of his comments she just hit him on the shoulder, a proud smile on her face. "Sometimes I wonder why we were paired up, you're much too proper," she giggled, downing her glass once more.

"Much too much," she continued to mumble, before she saw the Slytherin sliding over some money. Her eyes twinkled as she straightened, sobering her thoughts a little before she emptied her own pockets. "That's what I'm talking about! Fun!" she exclaimed as she counted out whatever she had. "Five galleons and a sickle; Zed won't be able to tell the story without a stammer," she smirked. She was feeling generous today, or perhaps it was the butterbeer acting up.

 

[FieryCold]

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MILLICENT THOMSON​

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PLOPPING THE BROWNIE into her mouth, Millie headed back to the Three Broomsticks. The world certainly looked different when she was no longer in her Animagus form. It seemed smaller and a lot less interesting somehow. She saw a lot of familiar faces she hadn't noticed earlier, all inebriated in one way or another. In one corner, Melinda and Alistair with the twin brother curiously missing. In another part of the room, August and Henry, whom she expertly avoided any form of contact with.

Her relationship with August was--well, it was complicated, to say the least. Or perhaps it wasn't, really, but that was the last thing Millie wanted to think about right now. Today was a time for celebrations, after all. A time to let loose and party. But as she stood there by the entrance, she had a gnawing feeling in her chest like she didn't belong here. She came here expecting to enjoy her time with friends, but now that she was actually here, she found herself a little lost. A little bit like not knowing where to go, or who to approach.

There were no empty tables either, and so she found herself just standing by the wall, scanning the crowded room for any sign of Garaile.

- Location:
The Three Broomsticks Inn, Hogsmeade
- Mentions:
Alistair Blackbourne
August Yilmaz @Nemopedia
Garaile Scriven @Nemopedia
Henry Chen
Melinda Geralds @Nemopedia
Zedekiah Blackbourne @darkflames13
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[Noctis the Devious]

Raina almost dragged her feet on her way to the Three Broomsticks Inn. Honestly, she should have been studying for the all future-determining wizard's tests, otherwise known as the N.E.W.Ts - the same tests she had been studying for since last year, but of course her roommates decided to stay in instead of attending the little start-of-the-year bash like every other normal student and filled the room with smuggled sweets and annoying giggles. It would have been easy enough to tune them out, or relocate to the common room, but instead she slipped on her darkly died denim jacket and headed out into the cold night (considering everyone and their grandmothers could get by whatever passed for the nightly watch these days). Despite all the trouble the Halloween Party thrown last year brought the attendees and her conscious or whatever telling her it was a bad idea, the Three Broomsticks came into view.

It dawned on her this was the first non-mandatory event she was attending. Because unlike most students she actually had homework and projects and studying and research that took up most of her free time. Never mind the fact these events attracted nosey little weasels. She swore half the school were masochists. Yet here she was in her seventh year standing outside of the very inn hosting the party with her hands in the pockets of her jacket and her hair down. It was odd to think this was her first party. She could only think of a handful of people she actually knew. Even less she could think of she talked to on a daily basis. She wasn't exactly a social butterfly, not when so much was riding on her being the perfect little pureblood. All it would take was one wrong thing said, one drink too many, and this six year masquerade would come undone. Perhaps this wasn't a good idea. Even from where she stood it sounded like there were a lot of people...

What the bloody hell? When did people ever make her nervous?!

Her ever present annoyance spiked and with little more force than necessary burst through the front door. With thick wood bounced against the wall and she paused at the attention she drew to herself with the simple action. She glared and kicked the door shut behind her, crossing the room to get herself a butterbeer. Her quest was cut short, however, wgen she spotted a familiar figure standing aimlessly among the crowd looking lost and bewildered as if he was suddenly picked up and plopped down in an unfamiliar place. Out of all the people she expected to see, the resident mute wasn't among them; he didn't exactly scream "social butterfly".

"What, took a wrong turn going to the bathroom?" she quipped, stepping up next to him with a quirked eyebrow.

✚ Tags: Kyler - NPC, @FieryCold - Joan Lambert, Henry Chen @Somnium - Emrys Jerigan, August Yilmaz

 

[darkflames13]

Montserrat

Zedekiah Blackbourne

☆ Location The Three Broomsticks

☆ Interactions

Alistair Blackbourne
(@FieryCold)

Melinda Geralds
(@Nemopedia)

When he heard the sound of footsteps emerging from the alleyway, Zed scrambled to his feet and dove into the shop beside the alley--it was the nearest hiding place he could find. From the shop's display window, he crouched down, hiding behind the shop's displayed wares, and waited with baited breath to see who would pass by from the alleyway. Just as he thought he'd seen in the alley, Millicent Thompson passed by on her way back to the Three Broomsticks.

Three words kept replaying in his head over and over again. Millicent. Cat. Mudblood. How can such a beautiful cat be so... so... so dirty! He was absolutely disgusted. Remembering how much pet the cat suddenly made him want to puke; though perhaps it may as well be the firewhiskey he downed in a rush.

A cough from behind interrupted his thoughts. Zed turned and saw an angry woman in an apron, with arms crossed in front of her, staring down at him. He frowned in confusion. Was this a potion shop he'd entered? Was she brewing potions when he came in? Is that why she has an apron? Zed gave the place a quick glimpse. The lack of potions, or shelves for that matter, only confused him more. There was one shelf, but it was filled with books. Beside it was a sofa. A little bit further seemed to be an entryway to another section which looked a lot like a kit--Oh. It was at that moment that Zed realised, it wasn't a shop that he'd just entered, it was one of the houses of Hogsmeade residential area. Oops.

He awkwardly laughed and stood from where he crouched. "Sorry for intruding," he said just as awkwardly. Even though he was a full head taller than the woman, he still found her glare intimidating. It was almost as if she was ready to hit him. "Get out," she finally said with a voice as cold as ice. At that, Zed immediately bolted out of the house. The woman was scary. She was even scarier than a certain hair pulling midget when she's angry.

Zed made his way back to the Three Broomsticks shortly after. It was too early to go back--even if he did have the sudden urge to check if Czes could also be a human in disguise. Besides, he needed more alcohol in his system to cope with this new piece of information.

Soon as he got back, he made a beeline to where he left Mel and his brother and slumped on his stool. "Firewhiskey," he told the bartender who simply nodded at his order and went on to pour another glass for him. Soon as the drink was slid towards him, he took one big gulp and finally turned to his friends. "I just saw what I would probably consider the most horrifyingly disgusting thing I've ever seen." Zed then leaned in closer and continued in a whispery voice, "The ginger cat is actually Millicent Thompson."

 

[FieryCold]

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ALISTAIR BLACKBOURNE​

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IT SEEMED THAT the butter beer had already taken its effect on Melinda. She hit Alistair on the shoulder, a little harder than he would have liked. Alistair visibly winced, but Melinda took no notice. She muttered something about their engagement; how he was much too proper to be paired up with her and things of that ilk, but he could only make out half of what she was saying. Alistair figured that perhaps it was time to get her to calm down a little, but he hesitated. With Melinda, it was a minefield.

"Five galleons and a sickle; Zed wouldn't be able to tell the story without a stammer." She said, finally sounding somewhat comprehensible.

At that exact moment, Zed bursted into the pub, looking somewhat breathless and terror-stricken. He dashed towards them in what seemed to be the speed of lightning, revelations tumbling out of his mouth without a single hitch.

"I just saw what I would probably consider the most horrifyingly disgusting thing I've ever seen," he said in one breath. It sounded almost like a tongue twister. He leaned in closer, rather dramatically, as if he was about to share top secret government intel. The smell of firewhisky mingling with butter beer was heavy upon him. It was enough to make Alistair feel disoriented. "The ginger cat is actually Millicent Thompson," he finished.

Alistair simply hummed, too busy searching his brother's hands for any scratches. "Is it, now? I haven't the faintest clue who that is," he replied. Then, looking up to his brother, "No scratches this time, eh?"

Then, realizing that his brother was drinking again, he made an attempt to grab the firewhisky out of Zed's hands. "Honestly, stop with this nonsense, for Merlin's sake," he lectured him, voice etched with frustration.

- Location:
The Three Broomsticks Inn, Hogsmeade
- Interactions:
Melinda Geralds @Nemopedia
- Mentions:
Zedekiah Blackbourne @darkflames13

Colour tag: #339966​

 

[FieryCold]

Cormorant Garamond

Henry Chen

SEVENTH YEAR HUFFLEPUFF

In time, Henry's drowsiness returned to him, so much that he could hardly keep himself standing on his two feet anymore. He plopped down onto one of the nearby stools, resting his head against the palm of his hand. Times like these he cursed his mother for drinking one too many sleeping droughts while she was pregnant with him.

"I told you," he mumbled uncharacteristically as his brows knitted together in what looked to be annoyance. "Someone left them lying around somewhere."

 

[Nemopedia]

Garaile Scriven

A place where teens came together to be stupid and drink themselves silly? Of course Garaile was going to be part of that! Even if he hadn't been a senior he would have found himself at the location once way, or another, because it is Garaile. There was no way a party with Hogwarts students could go on without the Weasel attending it. Unless it was a dull coffee party, but even then the blond would try to dig for dirt.

So, it really was to no ones' surprise that the Slytherin was present in the bar, butterbeer in hands and eyes scanning the crowd. Occasionally he would bother a few gossips, joining in, but he would pull away soon enough as he grew bored. It would take a little more butterbeer before the students started to do things that were worth noting. Until then, Garaile was afraid he had to socialise a little more with the mundanes.

"Oh, hello, Kitten," approaching a lonely figure near the wall, Garaile made himself comfortable in a spot next to the Ravenclaw. The ginger was one of the few people who tolerated the Weasel's presence. Mainly because the girl didn't have many friends herself, but also because she needed him to keep silent. Which Garaile was good at, for a certain price.

"Caught anything handsome?" he grinned at her knowing full well what the answer would be. Had he been anyone else there might have been empathy, but Scriven delighted himself in the misery and hardships of others.

 

[Nemopedia]

Emrys 'Ambrose' Jernigan

Turning around Emrys was relieved to find his fellow Hufflepuff Raina next to him, even if it came with scathing remarks, and witty quips. He gave her a small smile, before signalling a quip back to her. 'Rolled into the wrong bed?'

The limitations of sign language made it hard for the joke to fully come across, but the boy wasn't about to speak any time soon. Perhaps someday people would understand the genius behind Emrys's sarcasm. Until then, Raina would have to do with what she got, which seemed to have been enough for their time spent on Hogwarts.