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]

Garaile Scriven

Garaile was observing the group of childhood friends closely when a eye-catching centrepiece walked into his view. Clad in animal prints and loud items, the Slytherin knew immediately who this was, for there was only one who could make such a statement in terms of fashion.

"Felix!" the boy sang back, eyes on the pieces of art that his housemate made out of his nails. "You are a sight for sore eyes," he continued with a sleazy grin. The Weasel hadn't meant anything positive with that, he rarely had anything positive to say about Felix's taste in fashion. It was too over the top, too much for the background, unsuitable for journalism, but at least it distracted.

"You will get your gossip soon enough, once I get my paper out," the blond continued, a wink following after. There was a lot to say in the next edition. A whole lot.

 

[Bubs]

Persephone Gaunt

Seventh Year, Slytherin

Watching the bubbling foam from the pint of butterbeer, she had ordered. Persephone listened to the crisp sound the bubbles gave off. Taking a careful sip, Persephone rather quickly noticed that she liked the sweetness of the butterbeer, yet the after taste caused her to want to change her drink out for something else. Looking up at the barmen, she nervously smiled.

"It's a bit different to what I've had before, could I please get a glass of water too. Just don't want to be hit hard by my late of alcohol experimenting in the past." She told him softly looking to him, in a gentle manner. "I think you have enough people to deal with already… Who've already drunk far more than enough…" She addressed the matter with a small sip from her pint, before straightening turning to see another face had joined the party not long after her.

Felix, another Slytherin that Persephone had few pleasures in getting to know in the past. He wasn't bad, quite good for dressing himself. Yet, Percy couldn't dare think so kindly about his current company, as he was the weasel that brought everyone's secrets to the paper in Hogwarts. Persephone turned back to face the bar after seeing the weasel, uncomfortably pulling down her cardigan sleeves to hide the scars upon her pale hands.

The very last thing that she wanted was to have the weasel making a story of them, and how they looked now. Let alone when he found out she had a new wand… Stories like that always seemed to float around his paper, when he noticed in the change. Some stories often came with bullshit interviews, about a possible duelling club incident where it lead to a wan breaking, or a fight outside of school grounds.

Garaile Scriven, the gossip rag writer and lover was on the story. Either that, or one of his many followers. Persephone thought about nervously, looking around from the bar once more to see if anymore of his followers, or reporters were around. Leaking for the latest and greatest of gossips. Sighing softly, pressed with relief when she noticed that he was currently alone, she tucked herself into a barstool.

Resting carefully against the counter, she kept quiet for a time. Letting the warm busy atmosphere settle her. It didn't always, but something about today was different. Calmly, she turned to the Blackbourne brothers, and Melinda that I have become somewhat an acquaintance with during the first couple of years at Hogwarts.

They were all quite drunk, an odd surprise to Persephone. As she leant over the counter, speaking softly to the barmen. "Can you please cut them off, and just give them water from now on. I'm afraid that they might do something that will impact their reputation." She requested in a gentle tone of voice, finishing her drink off carefully. Letting it hit her enough to give a warming feeling in her body, a warmth and numbness.

Calmly standing up once more after downing a glass of water, she moved over to the group. "H-h-hi guys, I hope you had a good break, it's lovely to see you all in one piece. How about we get you all something to eat to help get that alcohol out of your system? Doesn't that sound good?" Persephone asked them in a gentle, yet in a more confident and cheery tone of voice with the assistance of the alcohol in her system. Helping her stay away from the more frightened and shy tone of voice that normally came with speaking with her. Another key thing that was more at present was her thick Scottish accent.

Dancing with the stray voice of a young woman who spoke amount language in her daily life, which included Gaelic amount another language she was careful about speaking.

Right now in this moment, Persephone was trying to envision what her mother would do to help out. Cutting them off from the problem currently was the main one, and getting them all somewhere to sleep. Flagging down the bartender, she asked for three rooms for the three drunk students she had came to know in her time at Hogwarts.

"You guys need a drink of water, or anything to eat…" Persephone commented in a gentle tone of voice, shifting her gaze between the three. Starting at the most responsible one, Alistair Blackbourne, then Melinda Geralds and finally Zedekiah Blackbourne. Trying to encourage them from the using the most responsible and reasonable in thought… On a good day it seemed, as Alistair Blackbourne was completely all over the place from the amount he had drunk.

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[darkflames13]

Montserrat

Zedekiah Blackbourne

☆ Location The Three Broomsticks

☆ Interactions

Persephone Gaunt
(@Dust Bunnies)

Alistair Blackbourne
(@FieryCold)

Melinda Geralds
(@Nemopedia)

Crisis averted, Zed thought to himself as Mel went back to seat down on her chair. It was clear that Melinda was now in a bad mood, only an idiot would be oblivious to something so obvious. Zed couldn't care less about it at the given moment. All that mattered to him was that he accomplished his goal, Melinda stayed with two people who can watch over her in her current inebriated state.

Following Mel's example, Zed went back and reclaimed his chair as well. He'd be damned if he let a sour drunk Mel ruin the rest of the evening for him. Unfortunately however, it seemed that the universe was keen on doing the exact opposite as Alistair began to act weirdly, uttering things he normally would never do. He even stole his firewhiskey and drank it all! As ballsy of a move as that was from his brother, Zed did not appreciate his drink being stolen away. His brother's words made him cringe and he cringed even harder at his final insinuation.

"What in the world..." Was he drunk? was the first thought that came to mind. Zed looked to the bartender and asked how much he'd served Alistair that night. The bartender looked just as puzzled as he was as he explained how he only served his brother a cup of tea and one mug of butterbeer. Maybe the tea was spiked? He asked the bartender about the possibility of this but the man merely shook his head in response.

Zed racked his brain for any other reason to explain his brother's sudden odd actions. He couldn't quite believe that Alistair was that big of a lightweight to be that drunk at only one mug of butterbeer. His mind went back to before he left them to chase after the cat. There was the brownie, but Zed couldn't quite think as to why it'd be the cause. He looked at the lone brownie left on the counter and picked it up. It couldn't be... could it? Zed sighed and put the brownie back down. The thought of eating it and seeing what happens crossed his mind, but doing so would be unwise.

Now what? Melinda was drunk--or at least tipsy, and Alistair had gone crazy! He knew very well that he wasn't equipped to handle both his friends in their current state. Zed sighed deeply and turned to the bartender once more. If there was anything that was going to help him get through this, it was going to be alcohol. He ordered something different this time, something much more refined: cabernet sauvignon.

Alas, it seemed that the universe was not yet done torturing him. Instead of the red wine that he'd expected, the bartender slid him a glass of water. Zed frowned at the glass before raising an eyebrow at the bartender, "You're cutting me off already? Do I look drunk to you?" The bartender merely shrugged in response as he went on to clean up the mugs as well as the lone brownie on the counter in front of them. He slid two more glasses of water towards Alistair and Melinda before taking his leave, silently telling them that he was done serving them for the night.

Just then, a new voice joined in their little group. Zed looked up and found Persephone Gaunt standing nearby. "Hello Percy," he greeted back wearily. The night's shenanigans was already taking a toll on him. From the finding out that Millicent is an animagus, to seeing Melinda drunk and Alistair turn crazy. To think that the night was still fairly young. Such a waste.

Zed watched as Percy asked for three bedroom keys from the bartender, much like Alistair tried to do so earlier. The Gryffindor wanted to protest but thought perhaps it was for the best that they do retire for the night. With him getting cut off from any further drinking, there wasn't much left for him to do. He only hoped that the two would listen to Percy, though Zed figured, if anyone was going to be able to put the two to bed, it'd be the sweet and motherly Persephone.

At Percy's suggestion of food and water, Zed smiled ruefully and raised his glass of water. "Already got one." He drank some of the water and then sighed. "I don't think water and food are going to help a certain snake. He's gone insane."

 

[FieryCold]

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MILLICENT THOMSON​

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IT WAS HIGH TIME she returned to the party, but Millie was not about to let her guard down. She lingered in the empty hallway for what seemed like a decade, her heartbeat still ringing in her ears as she strained to catch any sound, any sound at all. She heard a couple of footsteps, some distant chitter-chatter, but it was an understatement to say that the sounds were almost indistinguishable from one another. When finally she tired of hiding, Millie crept back to the main hallway as silent as her feet would let her.

Poking her head in, she looked left and right for any sign of August. Alas, her intuition proved right, for there he was at the far end of the hallway. Millie stepped back quietly, sticking close to the wall as she inched even further back. With how bare the hallways were, there was no way to hide. Perhaps she could go into one of the rooms, but they were bound to be locked or otherwise occupied with people. Cursing herself for transfiguring back so soon, Millie could only hope that August wouldn't think to look this way.

It was then that her wily mind came up with a simple plan that could easily get her out of this situation. Taking out her wand, Millie whispered an incantation, causing a potted plant behind August to fall and break. She hoped that would be enough of a distraction for August to turn around and take a different route.

- Location:
The Three Broomsticks Inn, Hogsmeade
- Interactions:
August Yilmaz @Nemopedia
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[FieryCold]

FELIX SLOAN

✯ ✯ ✯ ┆ This time, baby, I'll be BULLETPROOF

"Oh, you flatter me, dear." Felix gave Garaile a toothy smile and waved his hand in a limp fashion, though he was certain that the boy didn't mean anything good by his statement. While Felix was not one to call Garaile out for his thinly-veiled insults, he was not the kind of person to simply take the abuse either.

"You've dressed yourself up, I see. That's a first," he said, giving Garaile a once-over and tugging at his sleeve. Felix's eyes brightened at the fabric. Gasping, he flicked his eyes back up to meet Garaile's and gave him a knowing look.

"Vintage," he remarked, a smug smile still playing on his lips. He took the lollipop into his mouth, sucking it hard until it popped. "How lovely."

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uptight downtown - la roux

 

[Nemopedia]

Dancing Script;

Melinda Geralds

Much to her surprise Alistair was the one acting out. Making fun of his twin as he theatrically replicated the scene of earlier. For some reason it hurt to watch Ali like that, as she didn't expect him to ridicule his brother and her. The Slytherin was usually much more graceful in his actions, but tonight nothing of that remained. Was it the butterbeer?

Despite her dazed state Melinda felt quite clear in mind, hurt and annoyance mixing in with each other as she tried to seek for words to respond. Zed was arguing with the bartender, trying to get himself another drink, while Ali was seated smugly, seemingly proud of his joke. The only saving grace in the whole event was Persephone, who came in sweet as ever, seemingly oblivious to what had gone down before.

"I'm fine, just in need of some fresh air," Melinda replied, throwing her head to the back of her neck. "It is getting kinda stuffy here," her voice was clipped as she said this, her eyes fixed on her fiancé, hoping that her thoughts would get through him. Probably not, seeing the state he was in.

Sliding off her seat the girl turned back to Persephone, a small absent smile on her face. "Do, keep them company," the Gryffindor told the blondine as her hand moved over to Alistair to give yank to his hair. "Especially this bachelor here, he seems lonely," she sniped. Feeling her cheeks on fire she gave Alistair one last harsh look before letting go and making her escape into the crowd.

 

[Nemopedia]

August Yilmaz

He was sure that he saw the cat heading off into this direction, but there was no sign of an animal at all. Frowning the foreigner squinted his eyes, wondering if he had missed the bright fur of the pet. Usually the Turk prided himself in having strong eyes despite the many hours he spent reading, but tonight they just seemed off.

When a plant fell behind him the Ravenclaw was sure that he wasn't himself entirely. Jumping up uncharacteristically the boy turned around sharply, breath hitching in his throat. "Who?" he started, but cut himself off, realising that he was talking to air. Cautiously pulling out his wand the male slowly approached the shadows in the corner, hoping that it was just paranoia settling in from whatever was inside of the brownies.

 

[Nemopedia]

Garaile Scriven

"Oh, you think?" Garaile rose his voice as he looked down at his outfit. The Slytherin couldn't care less for fashion, and usually just threw together whatever was clean. The same went for tonight, making Felix's passive aggressive comment all the more obvious. "Must be my handsome appearance," he quipped back.

One thing that he appreciated about Felix was his ability not to take offense. While Garaile lived to see prides shatter, he also liked personalities similar to his own. Shameless and unafraid of anything. It allowed for so much more room of fun, in his opinion.

"You know how a great face elevates the whole outfit, gives it a certain class," he grimaced, before his eyes turned back to the group of purebloods. Another wolf-like grin spread over his face as he saw Melinda break away from the group, to the outside, and let him just know who was outside...

 

[darkflames13]

roboto;rs;

Heather Clarke

Parties were the perfect event for causing chaos. Just the thought of all the drama that could be brewed gets Heather excited. She wonders how many mistakes people would make tonight. Hopefully she hasn't missed out on too much yet, but even if she did, she was fairly certain that the Weasel would be publishing about it.

Nearing the pub, Heather saw a familiar face loitering outside near the entrance of an alleyway. Giselle Rosier. She wondered what the girl was doing outside when the party is inside. The smoke she blew out her mouth and the stick in her hand gave her an answer. "Party too boring for you?" Heather remarked as she approached her fellow blonde.

Giselle frowned in response. "You're late," she stated simply before taking another drag.

Heather shrugged. There was no need for her to say anything else, afterall, the girl didn't really ask anything, so why should she have to say anything more? She knew that there was an unspoken question in the girl's statement, but Heather didn't need to explain herself, specially not to someone like Giselle. Heather does what she wants, and everyone, most specially Giselle, knew this about her.

At this point, Heather could very well leave Giselle alone and enter the pub to mingle with the others. Instead, she moved to stand beside the girl on the wall she was leaning on. Neither of them said anything as the blonde handed Heather the stick she held between her fingers. Heather took it, still not saying anything to her newfound companion. She attempted to take a drag but immediately found herself coughing as she inhaled. "What the fuck is in that thing?"

Giselle smirked and shrugged. "Don't know, don't care." As if to prove a point, the girl took another drag from it. "Too strong for you?" Her face looked so smug as she said this. It almost made Heather want to punch her face. Almost.

"Please," Heather scoffed as soon as the coughing ended. She then snatched the stick away from Giselle and took another drag, this time however managing to do so successfully. It was Heather's turn to look smug now. "Nothing is too strong for me, Rosier" she said as she passed it back to Giselle.

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[Bubs]

Persephone Gaunt

Seventh Year, Slytherin

It had appeared that Persephone had stepped in upon an awkward, and tense atmosphere. Making a unsettled feeling settle in the pits of her stomach. This wasn't a normal aura she could sense around the trio whenever they hung around, as they seemed rather vibrate even with the slightest conflict that normally came from the brothers. Sibling or twin rivalry, that's all she could sum it up to on a good day. But this wasn't any other day…

Something was very clearly said and it upset. Noticing the bartender do what she asked, and cut Zed off when he decided order another drink. Listening to the interaction between the bartender and Zed unfold. Smiling ever so softly.

Zed had requested a glass of red wine, yet in a protest the bartender slid him a glass of water like she had asked. Which came with a response from the clear drunk. "You're cutting me off already? Do I look drunk to you?" He resorted to, which in Persephone's case didn't prove any different to her thoughts on him slowly down. Only a drunk would often ask someone, 'Did they look drunk to them?' or something along the lines of being able to walk straight.

Finally, after Zed turned from the bar, he seemed to notice Persephone's presences. Offering her a greeting.

"Hello Percy." Was what Persephone clearly remembered from his greeting, along with the weary tone that danced through his words. His face appeared worn and tired to her, like it had been a long and eventful night. Concern gently showed on Persephone's face, as she looked toward Zed who appeared to not to be coping. It was clear as day a lot had happened for each person to get to this state.

Gazing towards Melinda, she knew that Melinda was more the type to bottle her feelings, and dismiss it by giving herself some time to think. Persephone knew being a bottler of emotions and respected Melinda's choice of going outside for air. So she could cool her head so nothing would go down, making things so much worse than now.

Watching carefully as Melinda slid off her bar stool, Persephone made sure to offer assistance if she needed it. Melinda managed quite well herself, before turning back gazing to Persephone. Speaking with a small absent smile, that seemed to lack the happiness a normal smile was meant to hold. "Do keep them company," she started watching Melinda's actions towards Alistair caught her somewhat off guard.

To be completely honest… Most that somewhat off guard. Persephone had never seen Melinda like that towards her intended Alistair. All she could muster in the shock of it was a sympathetic look, and nod softly. "He'll be going to bed before he causes any more embarrassment to his house, family name and yourself… Certainly don't expect such behaviours from him, most of all because he's a Head Boy now…" Persephone spoke in a gentle manner, before turning to Alistair almost lecturing him for his current display.


Once Melinda had took her leave, Percy's attention jumped back to Zed. Offering him water, yet he responded with raising his glass of water. "Already got one," he stated then took a gulp of water. Making a comment of not thinking water or food making a difference for Alistair. His last comment made her question, "He's gone insane."


Thinking over the phrase of Alistair's sanity, it did make her think for a moment. Before scanning her eyes through the crowd, seeing the bloody brownies being passed around. Almost an instant she passed, and it was like a light bulb went off in her head. "Giselle Rosier, she gave him a brownie didn't she?" Persephone asked Zed, fearing that she wouldn't get a response from Alistair if she asked him in his current condition.

Sighing softly, she rubbed her temples with her newly scarred up hands. A thundering headache became apparent after dealing with the small amount of issues currently at present, now she volunteered to take care of a stoner.

Great, Mister Alistair Blackbourne decided to have a brownie from the likes of Giselle Rosier. By all the grays of Merlin's beard… Giselle bloody Rosier. Persephone scoffed in apparent frustration, closing her eyes. Letting everything process, as the thoughts and ill thought of Giselle's presence suddenly made her feeling very sober.

Flagging down the bartender once more, "So sorry about being a frustration tonight, could you please get a meal made for this guy…" Percy pointed to Alistair from the counter, using her thumb as direction on who she was addressing the food was for. Paying the bartender for his trouble, and tipping him for all his help. As she parked herself on the stool closest to Alistair.

Resting her elbows on the counter's surface, she buried her head into her hands for a moment. "By all the Pagan Gods…" She murmured clearly exhausted. Gently, she drank from the glass of water Melinda left behind thinking about how she'll get Alistair out of here before he makes a follow of himself any further.


"Zed, are you able to catch me up on what's been happening? So I can stop your brother from doing anything more than could upset… Because whatever was said clearly hurt Melinda…" Percy didn't mean to get into family matters, but at the same time this needed addressing and fast before anything worse was to come of it.

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[FieryCold]

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ALISTAIR BLACKBOURNE​

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NEITHER ONE of his friends responded to his joke. Zed simply muttered something out of disbelief, like he didn't have a sense of humor; meanwhile, Mel's reaction was more or less expected. She took a strand of Alistair's hair and yanked it hard, giving him an angry look and saying something about how he was a lonely bachelor that needed company. She stomped away before he could say anything, while in the meantime, Persephone gave him a lecture that he hardly listened to as he rubbed his slightly aching head.

Zed and Persephone seemed to be engaged in a conversation after that, and Alistair only half-followed what they were saying. He did catch the last of Persephone's words, however, loud and clear.

"I'm fine," Alistair insisted, though there was little force in his voice to be convincing. He cradled his head in his hands. "She's always like that, so incredibly sensitive." He paused, feeling his eyes go a little heavy.

"I do feel rather famished now, though. Some food would be nice." He wobbled a little on his stool, threatening to fall, but managing to grab onto Persephone's shoulder at the last minute.

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

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[Bubs]

Persephone Gaunt

Seventh Year, Slytherin

Softness settled on her face when she heard Alistair speak up, drawing Persephone to calmly looking at him. The lighting of the bar had dimmed since the afternoon began to turn to early everything, coloured stained glass had started to make beautiful patterns along the bar counter. Few stray shards of light had began to dance on Persephone's right cheek. Giving the faint appearance of blushing cheeks toward Alistair.

"You're not fine, you've been drugged up. Baked." Percy stated in a calmer tone gaze towards him, hoping that he listen to her. At the very least. Sighing softly, Persephone thought about her own feelings in the situation between Alistair and Melinda. It made her jealous to some extent, though at the same time… All she really wanted was for them both to be happy above her own admiration for Alistair Blackbourne.

"She's always like that, so incredibly sensitive." Alistair's words echoed in her ears causing a pang in her chest, a painful ache. A sorrowful ache for sweet Melinda. Straightening slightly, she rose a brow to Alistair, with a clear and disappointed look on her face.

"Right, and your not Mister Alistair Blackbourne. Don't pretend like certain issues don't brush through your ears and out again. You're like all of us in that sense, not better, nor worse. You have your own things that make you feel like a piece of crap. But don't you dare speak about Melinda, your soon-to-be-wife in that sense. At least she's got some feeling and empathy clearly. Seriously? Your family could have done a hell of a lot worse for you!" Persephone's temper began to boil towards Alistair from his idiotic behaviour, before tears welled in her eyes.

Time didn't pass long before tears streamed down her cheeks, pressed guilt over having a snap at Alistair had been enough for her to break herself. Percy cared for him… By Merlin's famous beard did she care. Happiness for him would be enough for her at this stage, yet his behaviour had her appalled.

Absently she wiped her eyes with her scarred up hands, before lowering her head in apology to both brothers. Feeling horrible about how out of line she had been. Hearing Alistair's comment about food she took a deep breath. Continuing to look down at her hands planted down on the counter. "Food is coming for you soon…" She said softly looking to him. Before noticing his unstable nature, at the worst moment it seemed he was threatened with falling. His firm grip sitting on her shoulder.

Almost catching Persephone off guard herself, as she looked over him with tear stained cheeks. Gently, she rested her hand on his, looking at him. "Are you okay now? Can you please just agree to eat and go to bed. You need to work things out with Melinda after resting up a bit." Persephone stated in a gentle manner, holding her hand over his trying to keep him somewhat stable.
It didn't take long after for his food to arrive, and Percy gently let him go. Yet, still held onto him in a caring and concerned state mentally.

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[FieryCold]

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MILLICENT THOMSON​

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TO HER RELIEF, the diversion worked, and August immediately followed the source of the sound. Once he had his back turned, Millie stepped into the main hallway and lightly skittered to the stairwell, quickly and yet stealthily to the main landing. By the time she got back to the party, she was slightly sweating and out of breath.

It seemed that Garaile had found himself in new company while she was gone, for Felix was standing there by his side, all dressed up in fancy clothes that made for quite a sight in this otherwise dreary pub. The pair seemed to be immersed in some casual conversation. They seemed to be very friendly with each other, and Millie felt a pang of envy upon witnessing it.

"Lexi!" She greeted the tall blond boy with a wide smile. Despite everything, he was one of the more friendlier faces in her life. "You won't believe what just happened," she said, eager to impress, but not without stealing a glance at Garaile first for approval. There are some incidents that are best published first rather than spoken of to others, and for all she knew, this might very well be one of those situations.

- Location:
The Three Broomsticks Inn, Hogsmeade
- Interactions:
August Yilmaz @Nemopedia
Felix Sloan
Garaile Scriven @Nemopedia
- Mentions
Henry Chen
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[Nemopedia]

Dancing Script;

Melinda Geralds

Stepping outside the cool night air immediately hit her in the face, causing goodebumps to form, and sobering her up further. The realisation also landed that she had forgotten her jacket. 'Whatever,' she thought, crossing her arms. That would give her more incentive to go back, at least. Which was probably for the best as she felt like running away.

She wandered around for a bit, avoiding the corner of smokers, and the drunks outside that were catcalling her. Outside seemed a lot scarier now, with everyone intoxicated.

When a sudden hand reached for her, Melinda nearly jumped out of her skin. "Melinda?" a gentle voice soothed her, and Maurice hurried himself into her view, calming her down. The half-giant was quick to bow down to her eye-level, concern written in his eyes over his team- and housemate. "Why are you outside, like this?" he continued, slipping off his blazer to put it around the girl. The piece immediately enveloped her, acting like a huge blanket that nearly reached the ground, drowning out the girl's small figure. Melinda didn't respond at first, too choked up in her emotions to give Maurice a graceful answer, the last person she wanted to seem weak in front.

"Just needed to clear my mind," she told him in the best aloof tone she could muster. She didn't care for this half-breed, she told herself. He was just a lot more tolerable than the other half-breeds as he knew his place, she convinced herself.

"You seem upset, though," the boy frowned. Melinda's heart jumped, wondering how this unworthy male could read her so easily. The whole of last year as well. For some inexplicable reason this boy knew exactly how to push her buttons, but also care for it.

"It is nothing," she clipped at him, grabbing hold of her wrist and pulling the sleeve down. She could feel it aching, itching. "Don't worry about it," she continued, restraining herself from more.

 

[FieryCold]

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ALISTAIR BLACKBOURNE​

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IT WOULD BE an understatement to say that Alistair was caught off-guard by Percy's sudden tears. She had mentioned just now that he had been drugged, and he supposed it was true. Alistair glanced anxiously at his twin, not quite knowing what to do with this crying female beside him, especially since he couldn't quite comprehend what she was feeling. Was it that time of the month for them again? Whatever was left of his consciousness told him that it was probably best not to say that.

"Stop crying," he mumbled instead, half-consciously. "I hate it when girls cry, especially the pretty sort," Rising up from the stool, he held the edge of the bar top for support. "I'll go get some sleep," he continued, stumbling over himself as he headed for the doors that led outside. It only took him a couple of steps to realize that he was heading the wrong way, however.

"Where's the..." Alistair scratched his temple, confused, as he tried to find the word he was looking for.

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

Colour tag: #339966​

 

[darkflames13]

roboto;rs;

Heather Clarke

The two continued to pass the stick between them, taking a drag each time the stick settles between their fingers. Heather and Giselle weren't friends, nor were they enemies. Yet here they were, sharing a stick and smoking together. The relationship between the two was something Heather could only label as mutual respect, but even that was stretching it considering how Heather was the alpha between them. To most students, they looked like the best of friends.

It was Giselle's turn to take a drag when a sudden gasp from Giselle herself interrupted the peace that had formed between them. Heather frowned at her companion. "What—" Before she could even begin formulating the rest of her question, Giselle shushed her, covering her housemate's mouth with her free hand. Heather had no time to react before Giselle suddenly pushed the two of them into the nearby alleyway. Annoyed by her companion's actions, Heather bit hard on the hand covering her mouth. The reaction from Giselle was instant. "Ow! What the fuck, Heather?!"

"That's for pushing me into the alleyway. Seriously Giselle, what in the world is—" Again, her words were cut short, this time it was by the sight she saw. As Heather moved to step out of the alleyway, she saw what she assumed to be the reason for Giselle's sudden actions. There outside the pub known as the Three Broomsticks was Melinda, a pureblood supremacist; and Maurice, a known half-breed. By the looks of things, it seemed like the two were pretty chummy. It was almost like the two of them were friends, or perhaps, more than friends? The thought crossed her mind as she watched Maurice drape his coat over the Gryffindor's shoulders. A cheshire like grin slowly spread across her face. Things were getting more and more interesting.

"What the fuck is Melly doing with him of all people?!" Giselle hissed.

Heather briefly glanced at her companion. The look on her face was hilarious. Giselle was beginning to look like a tomato with how angry she was. Heather had to summon a great amoun of willpower just to stop her from laughing out loud. Unfortunately—or perhaps, fortunately—she didn't have enough willpower to stop the small snigger that came out of her. She patted Giselle on the head as if she was trying to calm down a pet animal. "There, there, Giselle. Just sit back and enjoy the show." Heather then plucked the stick right out of Giselle's hand and took a long drawn out drag from it, figuratively waiting at the edge of her seat to see what happens next.

colour: #398c40

 

[FieryCold]

FELIX SLOAN

✯ ✯ ✯ ┆ This time, baby, I'll be BULLETPROOF

Felix was never the type to back down, and why should he, when he thoroughly enjoyed himself right now? His face twisted into a look of wry amusement as he stared his fellow Slytherin down, while the latter remarked over his supposedly good looks. The weasel had quite the imagination; Felix had to give him that at least.

"You know how a great face elevates a whole outfit," Garaile quipped, "Gives it a certain class."

"Why, thank you," Felix responded in a heartbeat, messing up Garaile's curls out of mock fondness. He knew that Garaile had been referring to himself, of course, but it was the weasel's fault for leaving the perfect opening for such a comeback.

It was at that moment that a certain redhead came to meet them. Millie called out Felix's name with such eagerness, but only a fool would fail to see the fleeting look of envy on her face.

Oh, honey, Felix wanted to say, You could do so much better. Instead, he found himself kissing the girl's cheeks with an equally vibrant greeting to go with it.

"Tell me all the juicy little details, Millie dear."

► ll

bulletproof - la roux

 

[Nemopedia]

Garaile Scriven

"Hey, I worked hard---" Garaile was going in for another quip when Millie came between, her voice holding much promise for future gossip. Immediately Garaile switched over to Weasel-mode, eager to gather all that he needed. So much even, that he almost forgot about the purebloods in a corner.

"Now that is juicy," he nodded, watching Persephone's tears fall and their headboy stumbling. "Loverboy is at it," he grimaced before turning to Millie, his eyes twinkling in excitement. He could only imagine what Melinda was up to as well. Tonight was a good harvest, it seemed.

"Now what did you find out before you interrupted our moment of intimacy?" he taunted, knowing full well how the ginger felt about him.

Her fault for feeling such for him.

 

[FieryCold]

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MILLICENT THOMSON​

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AFTER RETURNING Felix's kisses, Millie looked in the direction Garaile was gesturing towards, sighting Alistair and their pureblood group once more. Seemed like she had missed quite a lot while she was away. Usually, the Slytherin Head boy was more put-together than this; she supposed that the alcohol had something to do with his change in demeanor.

"You've been cheating on me?" Millie cried dramatically in her thick Scottish accent, clutching her heart. This was something that Felix would likely do in such a situation, she knew, and faking heartbreak was better than showing Garaile what she really felt inside.

"Anyway," Millie ditched the dramatic antics, her eyes twinkling with mischievous delight. "I overheard August talking about how, and I quote, 'Henry was harder than expected,'" She wiggled her eyebrows at the two of them. "I expect at least one of them will be all sore by tomorrow."

- Location:
The Three Broomsticks Inn, Hogsmeade
- Interactions:
August Yilmaz @Nemopedia
Felix Sloan
Garaile Scriven @Nemopedia
- Mentions
Henry Chen
​

 

[darkflames13]

Montserrat

Zedekiah Blackbourne

☆ Location The Three Broomsticks

☆ Interactions

Persephone Gaunt
(@Dust Bunnies)

Alistair Blackbourne
(@FieryCold)

Millicent Thomson
(@FieryCold)

This time when Melinda tried to leave, Zed didn't get up and stop her. It was clear to him that she was adamant about leaving, after all, this was her second attempt at it. He was worried about her, specially in her current state, but what could he even do? He'd already played the guilt card. When Percy didn't stop her either, Zed felt a bit more reassured. At that moment, Zed trusted Persephone's judgement above theirs.

As much as Percy's motherly presence reassured him however, it didn't eliminate the guilt that was now gnawing at him. He knew he was the reason for the sudden shift in mood, which eventually led to Mel to leaving them. His words started the snowball, and the following events just made it roll and grow. When Zed had said what he did earlier, he had meant no ill will. Those words came from a place of concern... and perhaps a bit of annoyance as well.

When Percy had asked him about Giselle giving Alistair a brownie, Zed could only nod. From the reaction that followed from her, it was clear that Percy saw the brownies to be the reason for Alistair's sudden strange behaviour. He still didn't know what it was in the brownies to have made Alistair act that way, but at least he now knew that his earlier hypothesis had been right; it was the brownies' fault after all.

He was about to answer Percy's question of what happened prior to her arrival, when his brother beat him to it, commenting on how sensitive Melinda was. Zed frowned at his his answer. While he did agree that Mel could be overly sensitive at times, he still thinks that it was unfair for him to blame how things have shaped up to Mel being sensitive. He sighed. At least his brother now seemed to be acting more normally.

The sudden outburst from Percy had caught him as off-guard as it did his brother who looked anxiously at him. Neither of them had any experience when it came having a girl cry in front of them. Melinda was their closest female friend and Zed could not recall there ever being a time when she's shed tears before them.

In an attempt to cheer her up, his brother got up from his stool and declared his intention to head Percy's words and get some rest. His eyes followed Ali, but as it did, they caught attention of something else. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a pair of Slytherins accompanied by Thompson, watching them. Seeing the ginger girl, Zed suddenly had the urge to confront her about the scene he saw in the alleyway.

His attention was drawn back to the two Slytherins with him as he heard his twin ask for directions. He sighed deeply before turning to Percy.

"Hey Perse, I'm sorry for asking this, but do you mind guiding my brother to a room? There's... something that I need to take care of." The Gryffindor then stood up and downed the rest of his glass of water before heading off to where he saw Thompson et al.

Zed stopped right in front of where the ginger stood not even acknowledging the Slytherins that she was with. "We need to talk," was all he said before grabbing her wrist and dragging her off with him out of the pub.