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

 

[Bubs]

Persephone Gaunt

Seventh Year, Slytherin

"You don't need to worry about him, I'll keep an eye on him. Do what you feel weighs heavy on your heart currently," Percy commented in a gentle tone of voice. Letting him know before he left to do what he needed to, whatever that may have been. Soon after Persephone slipped off the bar stool she sat so comfortably on.

Turning to face Alistair just standing there, mere centimetres from the bar. Persephone couldn't help but smile. He really didn't get too far on his own, he really did need her help after all.

Pleasantly, Percy approached Alistair with a calm smile on her face. "Look like we'll be getting you off to bed then?" She spoke in a gentle tone, her face somewhat clearer now. Still stained with the remainder of her dried up tears. "Do you think you can walk to the room I had rented out for you? Or do you want me to look for help, Alistair..." Persephone spoke to him in a level tone, almost as if she was speaking to a child. In some sense to her, Alistair was like a big child. Not that he could help it.

Gently, Persephone moved closer towards him, meeting at his side. "If you need to can sling your arm around me... I should be able to take your weight. The room isn't that far after all." Percy's kindness shone through as she spoke to him, hoping not to offend or upset Alistair. "I'll get the food I ordered sent to the room, so you can eat in there. Have some privacy from the crowd... No one needs to see you in this state for much longer I think..."

He wasn't far after all.

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[FieryCold]

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MILLICENT THOMSON​

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"WHAT THE..." Millie yelped as soon as Zed grabbed her by the hand and led her away from her group of friends. "Hey!" She protested adamantly, trying to twist her hand out of his tight grip mere seconds after she got over her initial shock. Hoping that Garaile would somehow get her out of this situation, she shot him a frightened look, but it was too late. Before she knew it, she and Zed were already outside of the inn.

Tugging her arm out of his grasp, she looked at Zed with fury written all over her face. She was almost as red as her hair when she yelled at him, "What do you think you're doing?! You purebloods think you can just do whatever you want. Well, for your information, the world doesn't revolve around you!"

She turned on her heel, very much intent on going back inside. Whatever it was that he had to say to her, she reckoned it probably wasn't anything good.

- Location:
The Three Broomsticks Inn, Hogsmeade
- Interactions:
Zedekiah Blackbourne @darkflames13
- Mentions:
Garaile Scriven @Nemopedia
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[FieryCold]

Alistair

SEVENTH YEAR SLYTHERIN

"I..." Alistair began, but it was all that he could respond with. Percy seemed to be saying something more, but in Alistair's drugged state, the words only blended with each other and made little sense in his head. He did hear her ask him if she wanted her to look for help. Whatever was left of his consciousness told him that it was probably best if fewer people saw him in this state, so he managed a weak "No," before resting his hand on her shoulder for support.

"Just... lead the way... please," he stammered, starting to feel sick to his stomach. He began to walk, putting all that was left of his energy into his legs.

 

[Bubs]

Anastasia 'Annie' Fitzgerald

Seventh Year Ravenclaw

Diming skies didn't seem to move Anastasia's dear friend Laurie from her goals, by attending the Three Broomsticks Inn for festivities with other students of Hogwarts. The celebration in some sense to reunite with others before classes began, and have some like catching up from what they had missed about each other.

Anastasia Fitzgerald had already the pleasure of catching up with her one and only friend Laurie, on the Hogwarts Express some hours before. In the very carriage they first met in six years ago they spoke of their holidays, and laughed fondly. Truly, for the tall quiet burnette, that seemed enough.

Yet, she had failed to prove that point to Laurie the muggleborn, Hufflepuff. That in Annie's eyes, honestly would never do any wrong. So together they walked into Hogsmeade, Annie listening to every joke Laurie had picked up from the Muggle world over the short break. All of the jokes were funny because they were so pathetic, but Annie didn't judge her dear friend for them.

"You sure about this Laurie? Honestly, we did get here rather late… Everyone might have passed out already." Annie commented in tired tone of voice, waving her hand over her mouth slowly calming her yawn. "It would be a waste of our time if they have all stopped by now, since it has become quite late…" Anastasia spoke in a tired and lazy accent. Thinking about the possibly jet lag she was facing currently.

A mere giggle was the response she got from her friend, and Annie found herself shrugging it off. Noticing that Laurie had really dressed the part for tonight.

Not everyday a muggle born is able to hang out with people like her, outside of classes… Annie drew her mind to the thought, and hummed softly. Walking her friend skip on ahead, auburn curls bouncing wildly and her flower crown struggled to stay in place on her head. Slumping to the side hanging over Laurie's eye.

The picture was enough to make Annie giggle, before coming up beside her friend fixing her flower crown. "You should be more careful, geez…" Annie scoffed at her friend, before settling into a sweet giggle.

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[Nemopedia]

Dancing Script;

Melinda Geralds

Maurice didn't believe her, naturally. Raising a brow at her the boy moved closer to Melinda, shielding her from the wind and out of sight. The pureblood just looked down, unable to look up, or to fight the half-giant from getting so close.

"You drank again," he mumbled at her, and the girl wobbled on the ball of her heels.

"So what if I did?" she snipped, wondering why it was of any interest right now. "We are all here to be stupid, not?" she said, pulling the coat closer around her. It smelled nice, warm, and cosy...

What was she thinking?!

Startled she froze up when Maurice suddenly put an arm on her shoulder, leaning closer over the short Gryffindor.

"Don't you remember last year?" he whispered at her, so soft, it could have been easily mistaken for the wind.

Melinda gave the boy a confused look, heart racing up in the same way it did since last year. Somewhere in her heart she felt like she knew exactly what the boy was talking about, tugging at a piece of memory she had carefully folded away. Her mind screamed, warning her of all the dangers and the wrongs this scene presented.

He was too close, too close...

"Go away!" suddenly regaining part of her consciousness the Gryffindor shoved the half-breed away, though she wasn't entirely successful because of their size- and weight difference. Hate filled her eyes again as she glared at Maurice, blaming him for the mess of the situation. Throwing his jacket to the ground the girl was instantly whipped by the cold, but didn't care.

"Leave, before I hex you, filthy half-breed," she brisked at the boy, who in his turn just stared at her in disbelief and sadness.

 

[Bubs]

Persephone Gaunt

Seventh Year, Slytherin

Taken aback by Alistair's clear thought on help, she remembered clearly who she was dealing with. Huffing out a short sigh, looking at him. "Alright, but don't pass out on me… Because I will be needing to get help then, and we wouldn't want to make you look bad…" Percy implied in a light jest, trying to lighten the sickly mood hanging around Alistair. Touching his hand that set on her shoulder, Percy took a moment to let him settle before heading off for his room.

She kept her hand just above his, ready to tighten the grip on his to hold him up if the case was needed. "You look like you're about to chuck up… Please, if you do. Aim for the weasel." Percy continued to try make a light comment. Moving through the crowds, excusing herself and Ali rather politely.

Feeling more weight being pushed onto her in each passing step.

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[Bubs]

Lauren Harrison

Seventh Year Hufflepuff

Laurie was all about the laughs, and good times around. So the mere thought of being able to go to a Three Broomsticks party with her other peers excited the small girl with wavy auburn hair. Dressed to the nines, she was ready for a good time.

Dawning a flower crown of beautiful pastel roses, a light mint dress with roses printed, a cardigan kindly given to her by Annie out of fear of her getting cold, and a pair of loafers to go with her over knee white socks. Laurie had appeared to be dressed for the best of the best, hoping to make a good impression of herself.

Skipping along happily she heard her friend from a distance back, and stopped for a mere moment. Her flower crown landing on a slant, falling in front of her right eye. "Awh come on Annie! Embrace the difference of times. You're still broom-lagged from travelling so far…" Laurie dared to tease her friend in her messy state from bouncing around like a bunny. Biting back a innocent giggled in reply to her friend's.

"You're such a mama hen, you should have had that as your Patronus!" Laurie teased poking her tongue out playfully to her friend, before skipping up to her. Running her eyes over her friend's attire.

Annie wore; a simple dress, dated shoes that looked like they were from the forties and light stockings to pair with them. In her hair she had a beautiful pin placed, and a locket her late grandmother gave her hung around her neck.

Laurie always admired how beautiful her tall friend looked. Though her style did reflect a woman not of their time, most likely due to influences in her life. She never seemed to care what Annie wore though, as her company was what she always looked out for.

Looping her around Annie's impatiently and excitably, Laurie escorted Annie to the Three Broomsticks. "Milady we have arrived!" She exclaimed with a giggle, ignoring all the dramas from a pack of pure bloods lurking outside. Pulling the door open, "After you." Laurie laughed, bowing to her friend almost acting like a butler. Awaiting a playful response from Annie in response.

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[Nemopedia]

August was still in a bit of a daze as he heard some noises at the stairs. Turning around to check out the source he quickly moved to help when he realised it was another wasted figure.

"Persephone," he called to the girl softly, not wanting to wake her friend up. While August and Alistair interacted little the Ravenclaw knew of the pureblood's convictions, thus holding himself wisely hushed. "Here, let me help," he continued, eyes gliding over to take the other arm of the headboy. Who knew that of all people it would be the mature half of the Blackbourne twins?

Carrying the boy up the stairs, making sure that the Slytherin had most of his weight on August, the Ravenclaw led the way. "What room?" he asked the blondine, nodding to Persephone as a sign that it was fine if she let go of her friend.

 

[Noctis the Devious]

Raina snickered at the rude gesture but then quirked an eyebrow when Jernigan offered his drink to Lambert. If he didn't want a drink he could said so! Er... signed... so... Whichever the case he could given her some indication. "What, too good to drink with us, Jernigan?" she teased. "Relax, it's just one drink. This place is a melting pot as it is. I doubt the weasel will have time for a mute and his butterbeer." Then narrowed her eyes when the Gryffindor ordered her favorite alcoholic beverage. "Nevermind, with this drunk idiot around we'll be lucky if we don't end up on the front page." She shook her head and took another swig from the tankard. If she had to, she would cut off the Gryffindor with no remorse.

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

 

[darkflames13]

Montserrat

Zedekiah Blackbourne

☆ Location The Three Broomsticks

☆ Interactions

Millicent Thomson
(@FieryCold)

Melinda Geralds
(@Nemopedia)

Maurice (NPC)

He rolled his eyes at Millicent's reaction. Of course, it was to be expected. They weren't friends, far from it even. Plus, he did pull her away from the people she probably considers to be her friends. He stifled a yawn, letting her say what she wanted to say.

When she tried to walk away, Zed stepped in front of her, blocking her path. "Didn't anyone tell you that it's rude to walk away when—what in Merlin's name is she doing?" he found his words abruptly being cut off as he saw his childhood friend together with some halfbreed scum. Zed narrowed his eyes at his fellow housemates, watching their exchange intently.

Draped around Melinda's shoulders was what he could only assume to be the halfbreed's coat. It couldn't have been Mel's, after all, it was horribly oversized for her. He wondered what had transpired before he had arrived. Mel's back was turned to him, hindering sight of her facial reactions, but Maurice's face was in full view of him. The look he was giving her was disgustingly full of concern. It was as if they were friends, but that couldn't be, this was Mel they were talking about.

Zed could only imagine that Mel's face must be contorted into one of disgust. But then that doesn't explain why she hasn't left yet, nor why she has his coat around her and even went ahead and pulled it tighter. He couldn't believe it. Was she turning into a traitor?

Maurice moved closer to the pureblood and to Zed's horror, his friend didn't move back. It was getting too much for him to handle. He wanted to interrupt the exchange, and had even put a foot forward already, but he was momentarily stopped by Mel finally making the sensible move. She yelled at him to go away and threw away the coat to the ground. Despite her finally having come to her senses, Zed was still quite unhappy that it took her so long to do so.

He turned to the Ravenclaw he'd dragged outisde the pub. Their conversation had to be cut short, but he couldn't very well let her go back just like that. She was buddies with the king of gossip and he was fairly certain that she'd tell the snake all about the exchange between the pureblood and the halfbreed. He needed to do something to make sure it didn't get printed on the paper.

"It'd be wise not to tell the Weasel about what you just saw." Zed then moved closer such that he was whispering into her ear. "Not unless you want the whole school to know about a certain ginger kitty." He stepped back and gave her one last look before leaving to stand by Melinda.

Once he was there, he made his presence be known to the small girl by placing a hand on her shoulder. The grip on her shoulder was tighter than it should be, silently telling her that he saw what just happened. He didn't look at her, instead, he glared at the halfbreed that had yet to leave. The expression of hurt and sadness that he wore on his face only served to irrate him more.

"You heard the lady. Go."

 

[FieryCold]

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MILLICENT THOMSON​

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UNLIKE HIS USUAL self, Zed seemed to be utterly disinterested and acting less of a fool. He was just in the middle of chiding her about manners (The irony! Didn't he just drag her out against her will?) when something in the distance caught his eye. Millie followed his line of sight, and lo and behold: not too far away stood Melinda and the half-giant, Maurice. They seemed to be quite chummy with each other. One might even say it made for a romantic sight. Millie could already imagine the headlines: the Dwarf and the Ogre.

A small smile of amusement formed on her lips as she watched the scene unfold, but Zed was quick to dampen her mirth. What followed next was a threat, to which Millie simply jutted her jaw in an act of defiance. There was a split second of silence when he made mention of her secret, but if there was one thing Millie was good at, it was hiding her true self. There was no trace of panic, only annoyance, as she faced Zed again. The boy was already leaving, as if he didn't even have the guts to stay after just picking a fight. The nerve!

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she yelled after his retreating figure.

Huffing, Millie went back into the pub, redder than she had been when she left. There was no reason for her not to tell Garaile what she had just seen, but she supposed word would get back to the Weasel anyway. Still, the threat alone was enough to anger her. She was going to get Zed for this. Somehow. One way or another, she was going to shut him up.

- Location:
The Three Broomsticks Inn, Hogsmeade
- Interactions:
Zedekiah Blackbourne @darkflames13
- Mentions:
Garaile Scriven @Nemopedia
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[Nemopedia]

Dancing Script;

Melinda Geralds

Maurice didn't know how to hold himself, staring at Melinda in disbelief. Neither didnthe Gryffindor girl, who was still a little perplexed at her own reaction. None of it made any sense to her, her mind told her to be one way, but her heart struggled. What was going on?

"You heard the lady. Go." Suddenly there was a Zed next to her, bristling in a low growl at Maurice to leave. The girl wanted to stop him from acting out, but held herself together as she chewed her lip. No, this was the way it was supposed to be. Anything else would be out of the ordinary and have her look like a sympathiser of the other-bloods. She couldn't afford that. No.

Instead the girl turned away, body slumping as she felt so tired. "Let's go," she mumbled at her childhood friend. She didn't spare Maurice another glance, unable to trust herself.

If she had she might have noticed the broken look in his face. Which was probably for the best. Melinda was confused enough to add in another layer of emotion.

 

[Bubs]

Persephone Gaunt

Seventh Year, Slytherin

Percy was rather quiet walking up the stairs, holding onto Alistair who couldn't fully walk up stairs on his own. Scared half to death at the thought of him falling. Shivering slightly, Persephone bit her lip moving onward up the stairs. Stopping dead still when she heard someone call her. Lifting her gaze to see August offering him a gentle smile. "Hello..." Percy whispered softly, holding Alistair rather awkwardly trying to stop her legs from giving out.

Her legs shook, no surprise. Alistair never seemed to miss a meal in his life. So, of course, he was heavy.

Before she knew it August was carrying Alistair up the stairs. "August you sure about this? I could manage..." She stated awkwardly, given August's stubbornness, she puffed up her cheeks for a moment out of frustration. Before moving on ahead to get the room opened up for August, pulling the bed sheets back for Alistair to be laid down in.

"Ready when you are August. I have a place for him to be laid down on..." Percy told him clasping her hands together shyly. "How was your break? Did you get to see your family, I hope they're well." She spoke softly, the thoughts of family still a raw subject. Though she offered a calm smile to August letting him through.

"Hope things will be well for the school year... Was wondering if you minded me just watching in Orchestra for a while... An injury lead my hands to grow stiff... It has made playing hard..." Percy commented in a gentle manner.

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[FieryCold]

CHAPTER 2. THE MORNING AFTER

Tuesday, September 2, 1975
Starting Point: Breakfast at the Great Hall

DURING THE WEE HOURS of the morning while the rest of Hogwarts remained in slumber, the seventh years quietly made their way back to their dormitories. The events of last night were still fresh in their minds, and the crippling hangover served as a painful reminder of regrettable decisions. Nevertheless, a new day was beginning, for the better or worse.

Little did they know, however, that something far more terrible than detention awaited them that day. The Weasel and his henchmen were hard at work the previous night, so that the newspapers were piled up and ready for reading as soon as breakfast was held at the Great Hall. Melinda's name was all over the headlines announcing her affair with none other than the half-giant Maurice. Below it was a second article detailing the adventures of the bed-hopping Turk, August, and his various suspected one night stands with Henry, Alistair, and Percy. Further down below in smaller text was a short article on Joan, who seemed to have gotten into a drunken scuffle with the bartender that ultimately earned her a kick out the door.

All in all, last night seemed quite eventful in the most scandalous way possible. Only time would tell what would come out of it. But if there was one thing that was certain, it was that the Weasel was going to enjoy every second of the hell he had unleashed that day.

 

[Bubs]

Anastasia 'Annie' Fitzgerald

Seventh Year Ravenclaw

Morning brought a sense of peace and quiet, walking into the Great Hall. Annie looked as prim and proper as ever, her hair pulled into a tight bun that showed the best features of her face as Laurie often stated. Moving to her house's table, and felt some heaviness in the air, as few faces were already looking down at the newspapers.

All she dared to wish is that nothing overly incriminating was in it, as she took a copy for herself. Settling down into her normal spot, quietly looking over all the points made. Flowering gossips, seeing who was laid to victim of the articles. Face torn by disgust, Anastasia very quickly tore the most incriminating articles up before going onto the horoscopes area of the paper.

Leaving her sign of protest at her side, remembering oh so clearly about how she made the front page once.

Drinking her morning tea, she continued with the horoscopes, delightful interest touching her. This was what she liked, not gossip. The stories the stars had to tell her about her placement in all this.

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[FieryCold]

Alistair

SEVENTH YEAR SLYTHERIN

Alistair woke with a headache that morning, effectively spoiling his mood for the rest of the day. He had groggily propped himself up on the bed, stirred only by the sounds of a screeching raven that flew past the window of the dreary room and some obnoxious yelling out in the corridor. Vaguely, he recalled the events of the previous night. There was his brother, acting very much unlike himself, and blurry snippets of his angry fiancé as she stormed off elsewhere. He remembered Percy joining them afterwards, but everything after that was a daze.

That was never a good thing. He was almost certain someone had spiked his drink, because there was just no way he could have gotten drunk that easily. His grandfather had trained him to hold his liquor, so as not to make a complete fool of himself in such situations, and yet fool he made himself out to be.

All he could do was hope he had done nothing too outrageous, and that Scriven hadn't noticed a thing. He knew, however, that nothing went past the Weasel, and that he might as well brace himself for the worst.

Dragging his feet out of the pub and all the way back to Hogwarts, he tried not to think too much about all the trouble he had caused for himself yesterday. But of course, Alistair wouldn't quite be himself if he didn't overthink every silly little detail if it meant that his reputation would be at stake otherwise.

It turned out he had every right to be worried, for as soon as he arrived at Hogwarts and entered the Great Hall, a mess of newspapers scattered amidst the food awaited him. On the front page was Melinda's name... and Maurice.

Picking up the newspaper almost delicately as if it might bite him, he read the article. According to the Weasel, he and Melinda had gotten into a fight, which then led to the female seeking solace in the half-giant. If Alistair's mood hadn't been spoiled enough, this article did the trick, and his face visibly worsened as he read the other article in which he was mentioned.

Apparently, he had quite a bit of 'fun' with August and Percy last night.

It couldn't be true, however. There was no way Alistair would have done such a thing even while inebriated. He couldn't even bear to think of it. And while he wasn't particularly chummy with August, he knew that the Turk wasn't the type to do this sort of thing either. Garaile was simply stretching truths—that was what he was good at.

Setting the newspaper aside, he decided he would forget about it for now and eat his breakfast. Damage control would have to be done later, once he was feeling better and no longer suffering from a migraine.

 

[Noctis the Devious]

"Wake up bitches!"

Raina jerked awake and immediately regretted the action. She hissed and pressed the palm of her hand to her forehead in attempt to ease the throbbing. Fuck, she knew Firewhiskey was a bad idea. She looked around grogguly almost expecting to find herself in her attic room back at the country house but instead found herself in an unfamiliar place in a stiff bed...

...that she was not alone in?!

Oh what the fuck! She tried to remember what exactly happened last night but an insistent tapping noise traveled down the length of the wall and distracted her. "I swear to Merlin FUCKING KNOCK IT OFF!" The tapping noise stopped and she flopped back on the bed with a sigh. Her relief was short lived, however, when the doorknob rattled and in popped a head full of dark, curly hair.

"Oh, there are you are." If the curly hair was an indicator, that flat tone was undeniable.

"Kyler," she growled.

"Wow, you look like shit. Thankfully you have an award winning personality. Oh wait, no you don't." Raina chucked something at him and he ducked behind the door to avoid it. "Classes are starting in a few hours. Get up now if you and your bed mate want to make it back to the castle in time for breakfast."

She let out a stream of colorful curses and shoved the unidentified mass on to the floor. Oh, it was Lambert. Her dumbass had gotten kicked out last and couldn't even get her own room. She rubbed at her temples and stumbled to the door, hair a mess and still fully dressed in last night's clothes. "How did you know I was here? Wait how did you even get out of the castle?"

"Do you really want me to answer either of those questions?"

✚ Tags: Kyler - NPC, Joan Lambert

 

[Nemopedia]

Dancing Script;

Melinda Geralds

The morning was awful. With a drumming outside and a drumming in her head Melinda woke up. Groggy and stiff the Gryffindor squinted her eyes into the unfamiliar room before dropping her head back into the pillows again. A mistake, as the bed was hard and the pillows even more so.

"Eugh..." she groaned, cursing the world for having her wake up in this state. She didn't particularly care where she was at now. Just that she wanted more sleep and out of this agony of whatever was plaguing her.

That was when reality hit her. Hogwarts! Shotting up, way too fast and earning her another groan, Melinda stumbled out of the bed and tried to look for anything that could indicate her location. Where was she? Why wasn't she at school? What time was it?

Mulling this all over her head she threw open the door, letting herself be moved by gravity as she stumbled into the hallways.

More students were out, groaning and holding their heads. Some threw curses at whatever woke them, others were in a slight state of panic. Five am, she heard and Melinda wondered which force of evil thought they has to be woken at five.

breakfast at seven, another whisper said and with that realisation Melinda dashed towards the exit, quickly regretting it as her head pounded. What did she do last night?

The fresh morning air did her well. Calming down a bit she slowly pieced together what happened last night. The party, her friends, the butterbeer and brownies. There was something else, something upsetting, but Melinda didn't have the brainpower to dig it up.

When she walked into the Great Hall the staring eyes and whispers didn't escape the Geralds girl. Wondering what it was, but also battling the headache she had, she just averted her eyes to the ground. In part because the lights hurt her, and she proceeded her way in.

It was when she slid into place at the breakfast table that another reality hit her. Without even managing to touch any of the food or drinks provided a newspaper caught her sight. One with her name printed in front and she couldn't resist. What did they say about her this time?

Slowly reading through the articles the girl felt herself pale up. If she had eaten anything she would have hurled it out.

 

[FieryCold]

Joan Lambert

SEVENTH YEAR GRYFFINDOR

Joan had quite a rude awakening that day. There was the distant yet not-so-distant sound of people yelling and causing a ruckus, and where Joan would have normally gotten up and hurled a string of eloquent curses and punches in their direction, she simply groaned now. Her head throbbed, and she felt indisposed to do much of anything except bury her head in the soft pillow.

Until someone shoved her off the bed she had been lying in, and her face acquainted itself with the cold, hard wooden floor.

"What the fuck," she croaked, slowly sitting up as she stared at the culprit, her hair getting in the way of her face and sticking up in all sorts of odd angles. The sour aftertaste of firewhisky lingered on her tongue, and the smell of alcohol hung around her like death.

"Who the fuck," she continued, eyes squinting at Raina and making a face as if she had just seen something disgusting. "What are you doing here?"

She scrambled up to her feet, but the move was so sudden that the blood rushed to her head, nearly causing her to stumble back. That was when she noticed another presence in the room.

Before she could react further, however, she felt something that suspiciously tasted like bile rise up in her throat. Holding her stomach, Joan tried to gulp it back, but it was too late. Not even a second later, she found herself hurling last night's party favors in Kyler's direction.

"My bad," Joan winced, though she didn't seem at all apologetic about it. She'd have snickered, in fact, if only she didn't feel like shit at this moment.

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Interactions:
+ Kyler (NPC)
+ Raina Summers (Noctis the Devious)

Color Tag:
#9d0101

 

[Nemopedia]

August didn't wake up particularly groggy or hungover, unlike the majority of his classmates. He just felt a little sore. Helping people up the stairs and into their beds was quite the labour he wasn't used to. Added to it that the beds in the Three Broomsticks were anything but comfortable the Ravenclaw had a complete package of sore and cold muscles.

That wasn't his biggest concern, however. Worse was that he had to get Henry to school before breakfast, but all knew that it was nigh impossible to get that boy to even wake up after breakfast.

Not to mention the possibility of Henry being hungover. August doesn't know what a hungover Henry was like, but he doubted that it was any easier than a sober one.

"Wake up, Briar Rose," the Turk prodded at the Hufflepuff. Despite a lack of a headache, August was still a moody character in the morning. Without the proper coffee in his system, and his body as sore as it was he really didn't want to make much of an effort in anything.

"Wake up, you're missing your breakfast," he continued, lifting up his feet to shove the boy off his bed.

Yep, definitely grumpy.