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

 

[FieryCold]

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ALISTAIR BLACKBOURNE​

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ALISTAIR'S EXPRESSION grew noticeably darker at Melinda's response. He took another step towards her, furious in his silence, and for a moment it seemed he might do something unforgivable indeed. But what little semblance of self-preservation he had left stalled him just long enough to reconsider his next actions.

"If that's what you think," he said simply, staring down at her with a face that was all of a sudden completely devoid of emotion, although his eyes still held a fire within them, "So be it."

With that, he stormed past Melinda in a ripple of black cloak. He felt possessed. Reason flew out the window when all that occupied his mind was his anger against Melinda. There was only one destination on his mind right now, and he let purpose consume him as he strode out the doors of the Great Hall.

The way to the West Tower was, unsurprisingly, devoid of people—something that Alistair was glad for as it meant a moment of peace and quiet. He climbed the winding steps towards the topmost floor, already recognizing the distant hoots of the school owls. The wafting fetor of the owlery overwhelmed him before he could even reach the last few steps to the landing, which was, sure enough, already littered with owl dung and what looked to be the skeletons of small animals peeking out from the straw-covered floor.

It was also there that he found, to his mild surprise, Persephone Gaunt weeping and cradling a wounded hand. Beside her was what could only be presumed to be her pet owl, staring at Alistair with its evil beady eyes.

The boy shifted on his feet, not quite sure what to do now that the girl was blocking his path. He reckoned he might as well help her out a bit, even though what he really wanted to do was turn around and leave before she could notice his presence. Alistair had had quite enough of tears at this point.

"Tergeo," he pointed his wand against her hand. Almost instantaneously, the incantation did its trick and the blood was siphoned from her skin. Then, with a final flick of his wand, Alistair uttered another healing spell to close the wound.

"It's just a scratch," he told her informatively, staring down at her tearful face. He couldn't quite understand why girls wept so much, especially over such silly little things. "Certainly not worth crying over."

- Location:
The Great Hall > The Owlery
- Interactions:
Melinda Geralds @Nemopedia
Persephone Gaunt @Dust Bunnies

Colour tag: #339966​

 

[Bubs]

Persephone Gaunt

Seventh Year, Slytherin

Watching an unexpected light kiss and engulf her hand. Blood soon was cleaned away from Percy's bite wound, before gaze lifting to meet the cool voice that spoke. She lightly clenched her fist, taking in the excellence of Alistair's healing spell. Standing up on stable footing once more. "I wasn't crying over that, Alistair. A lot changed over the break in a lot of our lives, adjusting to it has been difficult..." Serpent green eyes held contact with the Head Boy's that was head of few of the rumours about her.

Lightly dusting her uniform off, drawing herself out of the way of Alistair. Pulling strands almost white-blonde hair over right shoulder, Percy lightly bit at her lip. Warm hues of blush danced across her cheeks, almost averting her gaze.

"I wanted to let you know, nothing happened last night when I put you in the room that was rented. August found me struggling to get you up the stairs, and helped me get you to bed. I took off your shoes, and placed them by the bed. On the bedside table was a glass and jug of water. Nothing more." Persephone crossed her arms over chest, before shaking her head in a disagreement of the rumours that the paper left.

Percy held herself beautifully, standing at the stairs, hand lightly hovering over of the rail.

"My intentions was just to make sure you were at least somewhere safe, and private so you could rest..." Her words were almost loving and affectionate, with a tenderness amount of nervousness. Eyes meeting Alistair's almost making her breath hitch back lightly. Even in his displeased manner, than seemed apparent over his face the young Slytherin couldn't help but admire him. Structure never seeming to fail in her eyes, Alistair Blackbourne was of true pride and expectation of both nobility but also, Head Boy of Slytherin.

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[Bubs]

Lauren Harrison

Seventh Year Hufflepuff

Laurie laid over the side of her chair, in a complete and utter mess. Chunks of food hung at her uniform, in her hair, and dripped from the table side. Limp and laying, didn't mean Lauren missed Annie's dismay for her so suddenly being sick, and no doubt because she threw up on a poor little first year. Embarrassment hadn't completely set in until a Turkish accent tickled her ears, almost like the sweetness of a Turkish Delight. August Yilmaz, Laurie found herself thinking, the heat in her cheeks beginning to spring forth.

Sudden bout of embarrassment and nervousness hit the young badger, as leant over the side of her chair. Trying to hide the redness of her cheeks, and grubby appearance. "Morning August, didn't expect Henry to miss breakfast at all... He's no different from Lauren in that sense... But it appears I should take her to the nurse, due to her being sick... Along with escort the poor first year she threw up on..." Lauren heard Anastasia speak rather lightly, clear disappointment in her tone of voice, but it couldn't be helped. Though the sickly badger would take anything to get away from being in such a shocking sight, then being seen badly in August's eyes.

A light wrap around Lauren's torso, Annie began to pull her from the Great Hall. Upon leaving Laurie couldn't help but sigh absently. "What if he thinks of me differently now? I'm a mess Annie?" Laurie commented in a sad amount of desperation, whimpering lightly. Puffing up her lips almost trying the 'puppy dog look'.

"It would almost be like... Life wouldn't be worth living anymore..." Lauren began to whimper, turning on the water-works. Tears freely streaming down her cheeks as Anastasia managed to get her to the Hospital Wing, to be seen by a nurse. Being laid back by Annie, Lauren noticed that her friend sniffed herself, before giving an expression of her nostrils rolling up, and her eye-balls falling through the back of her head.

Lauren was a giant blabbing baby when it came to August, ever since day one at meeting him after Henry ran into some trouble. "Seventh year has only just started, and I've already made myself look like a fool in front of him! Annie there's no hope for me anymore..." Laurie blubbered silver tears rolling down her cheeks desperately. Her friend merely rolled eyes at the blubbering and crying talking to the nurse for a moment. Butterbeer hung off Lauren's body like a vile smell of trouble, and the promise of almost punishment for indulging in underage drinking, the day before her seventh year started.

Promise of detention almost clear... At the presence of her Head of House wandering in from the banquet. Swallowing back her fear, Lauren braced herself for news of detention.

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[darkflames13]

Montserrat

Zedekiah Blackbourne

☆ Location Great Hall

☆ Interactions

None

His attention was drawn back to his friends as Mel rose from her seat and began threatening the half-breed before her with a knife. He felt a surge of pride at his friend's display of disgust at the half-giant, but at the same time, there was that nagging worry he felt. It was telling him to stop her, that she was taking things too far. Uncertain what he should really be doing, Zed merely sat there, taking in what was happening.

Everything was falling into pieces before him. Shortly after the half-breed had left, Mel turned her anger onto his brother. It hurt seeing Mel and his brother throw verbally hurtfully things to each other. He could only imagine how betrayed Ali felt at that moment; he knew he certainly felt that way when he first saw it.

The scene before he saw Mel and the half-breed talking replayed in his mind. He was the one who dragged the mudblood outside. It was his fault that one of the gossip writers knew of the scene. It was his fault it was on the paper today. All of this, was because of him. Maybe if he didn't drag the mudblood outside, then maybe, just maybe, this wouldn't be happening right now.

His gut was telling him that he should be mad at Mel, just as his brother now was. Yet he wasn't. Right now, he was too worried and guilty to be mad.

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the arrival of the two Slytherin blondes. Rosier said nothing and merely stood there looking haughtily at them. Clarke on the other hand... well, he wasn't quite sure what she was trying to achieve. At first he thought they'd come here to cause more trouble for Mel, to chastise her for fraternising with dirt. Yet instead, Heather had seemingly taken Mel's side of the argument, throwing back his brother's own infidelity—with a WHAT?! Zed gaped at his brother. He couldn't believe it—he refused to believe it.

While the bickering couple seemed oblivious to his reaction, Heather hadn't. She wordlessly stepped closer towards him and flipped the paper in his hands to a certain page before pointing at an article. There he saw, in print, the story of his brother's cheating. It wasn't the fact that he cheated that had him so rattled, it was the fact that he did so with a guy.

By the time that he'd managed to real himself back from the story, both Mel and Ali had stormed off. He folded the newspaper in his hands and shakily set it down in the seat that Mel had just vacated. Just how much had he missed? A lot of the students around him were whispering about what had just happened. Both seemed to have declared their engagement to be dissolved.

With a sigh, Zed turned back to his meal. All he could do was stare at the food, having completely lost his appetite that morning.

Seeing no reason for him to remain in the Great Hall, Zed stood up and headed out. He didn't know what he was going to do nor where he was going. He just hoped that perhaps the answer would come stumbling before him.

 

[FieryCold]

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JOAN LAMBERT​

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JOAN SCRAMBLED back up to her feet, completely unaware of the helping hands that were already extended in her direction. She spent an awkward moment staring at her two friends before slapping the flat of both her palms onto theirs, as if to give them a clumsy low-five of sorts.

"Let's get moving, slowpokes," Joan said like nothing out of the ordinary had happened, and proceeded her merry way out of the inn along with her friends.

The route back seemed rather short, or at least it didn't feel like any time had passed at all when they finally reached the end of the secret passageway. In all likelihood, it was enchanted—a shortcut that existed, without a doubt, for the sole purpose of mischief-making. Whatever the case, Joan was glad for it, as her stomach was already audibly rumbling at the mere thought of breakfast.

It seemed that they wouldn't get away unscathed this time, however. By fucking luck, a professor happened to see them just as they were sneaking in. At this point, it had become so predictable for Joan to get into trouble on the first day of school that it was hardly a surprise to her anymore.

"What do we have here? Students sneaking into the castle? Just where have you lot been?" The man said.

Joan had half a mind to lie, but her mind was too preoccupied with the realization that the professor actually recognized the passageway entrance for what it was, as if its existence didn't surprise him at all. Ironic, considering how the school prided itself in its security.

The man continued to hand out their punishments: detention, and no less than 50 points were deducted from each of them. It wasn't quite so bad. Perhaps they had been lucky, after all.

It took her a moment or two and Emrys' look of displeasure to realize that her friends weren't quite so fortunate. The Hufflepuffs had taken the brunt of the punishment, seeing as there were three of them in their little group. Joan watched Emrys with some mild amusement. If looks could kill, this was it, because his eyes were practically shooting daggers in Asher's direction.

When the professor made his leave, Joan finally bursted into laughter. She clutched at her stomach, tears in her eyes and unable to breathe as she stared at her Hufflepuff friends. For once, someone had broken her all-time record!

- Location:
The Three Broomsticks Inn, Hogsmeade > Hogwarts
- Interacted With:
Asher Fay @darkflames13
Emrys Jernigan @Nemopedia
Kyler Summers @Noctis the Devious
Raina Summers @Noctis the Devious
Professor (NPC)​

 

[Noctis the Devious]

50 points? 50 points each?! Under any other circumstance that wouldn't be that much of a big deal, but of course their group just had to consist of a Slytherin, a Gryffindor, and not one, not two, but three Hufflepuffs! As if miraculously recovered, Lambert burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter and at the moment Raina wished "glaring daggers" was more than a muggle saying. Someone should just club her over the head and get it over with already she was done. She rubbed at her temples, her headache only getting worse since she's been up.

As if that weren't enough, a low whistle sounded behind her and she whirled on the person standing there only to be met with the laziest attempt at a smug grin ever. "150 points? Ouch." Raina's eyes narrowed and Kyler's lips twitched, just barely shy of breaking into to a broad grin. He didn't have to come with them! Raina knew and he knew he could of slipped away without being noticed; could of gotten into the castle way quicker and less noticeably, but no! He just had to stick around! "You can glare all you want but eyes just aren't an acceptable magic conduit. Believe me I tried." The little brat actually had the nerve to pat her on the shoulder and shuffle passed them. "As much as this all was fun to watch I am a busy man with things to do and suffering to cash in on." He left with a half assed wave tossed over shoulder. Raina pinched the bridge of her nose and made the decision to actually clean up before she went anywhere near the great hall, heading towards the Hufflepuff's common room instead.

✚ Tags: Kyler - NPC, @FieryCold - Joan Lambert, @Somnium - Emrys Jerigan

 

[FieryCold]

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ALISTAIR BLACKBOURNE​

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FOR WHATEVER miraculous reason, the girl instantly stopped crying. She stood up, and for an impatient moment Alistair stepped forward, taking this to mean she would move out of the way. But she remained standing in front of him, eyes settling on his and refusing to waver. Percy proceeded to clarify that she had not, in fact, been crying over a simple wound, and that it was a mix of things that had transpired over their summer break. What she intended for him to do with this information, however, he did not know, so he simply stared back at her in silence.

Finally, as though having just realised she was blocking his path, Percy stepped aside. However, she had more to say to him. Crossing her arms over her chest, she proceeded to refute the rumours surrounding them, as if Alistair didn't already know the truth.

"Yes," the boy drawled out in a deliberate manner that seemed to suggest he thought she was being quite silly over the whole thing, "Thank you for the clarification, but I already knew that."

Her intentions for stating such an obvious fact were beyond Alistair, because of course nothing had happened between them. It was absurd to even acknowledge that possibility. His head throbbed at the mere thought, but Percy went on, the look on her face stopping Alistair just short of walking past her to do what he came here for.

Her expression melted into a look of fondness. Her voice grew softer, laced with nervousness and—dare he say it—love. This wasn't surprising to see from Percy, who had always had a sweet and amiable disposition. However, this time seemed different. Alistair, who had always noticed Percy's stolen glances and subtle displays of devotion, now found himself forced to acknowledge what he had, for so long, tried to ignore. He could no longer deny that her softened expression and the audible hitch in her breath were meant for his sake, and his sake only.

Instead of leaving her on the steps like he had intended, he closed the distance between them, enough to trap her by the wall. The look on his face was indiscernible, though his eyes remained fixed on hers, studying every minute reaction.

"You—" he began, when suddenly an owl swooped down, missing his head by a hair. It lingered in the air for a moment before ensconcing itself on Alistair's shoulder with what looked to be a twitching mouse wedged between its beak.

"Disgusting creature," he spat at the Eagle owl he had aptly named Beast. Then, he turned to Percy, remembering once more his purpose for being here. "You have no obligation to look after me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a letter to write."

- Location:
The Owlery
- Interactions:
Persephone Gaunt @Dust Bunnies

Colour tag: #339966
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[Bubs]

Persephone Gaunt

Seventh Year, Slytherin

Alistair's behaviour towards Persephone's shutting down the rumours, and speaking of her intentions made her frown lightly. Noting the very apparent selection in his tone of voice. Making her feel somewhat, idiotic.

"O-Of course..." Persephone commented lightly at Alistair's regard to the matter. Offering a light and gentle nod.

Silence drew an awkwardness in the air before the gaps were closed between Alistair and Percy. There she stood close to the wall, the rail in the wall pushed against her back.

A sense of nervousness ate at the pit of the Prefect's stomach, staring back into the Head Boy's eyes. Growing heat kissed the smaller Slytherin, palely growing apparent of ever growing warming pink cheeks. Breathing growing light due to the nervousness that held close to the wall. Swallowing back lightly, at the start of Alistair's forming words.

Percy dared to wonder what Alistair ever could be about to say, so close... Not breaking eye contact till dark feathered bird swooped for the Head Boy's head, causing a flinch of shock and concern. Percy sighted the Eagle Owl take place on Alistair's shoulder, trying not to gag at the sight of a squirming mouse in its beak.

Meeting the gaze of Alistair again shortly after he made his disgust for the owl duly-noted, Percy heard the words he was to speak before hand in completion. No obligation indeed, but I'll never stop looking out for you, Persephone thought lightly. She reached out for Alistair's hand, in means to offer at least some support.

"What do you plan to write about?" Percy asked with a sweet tone of voice, making a rather innocent enquiry.

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[Nemopedia]

Lovers Quarrel; Marvel;

Ondine Fear

It wasn't often that the Hufflepuff climbed the stairs all the way up to the owlery. Having no owl of her own there wasn't much reason to make the climb. It was an unusual day, however. One that involved a very special person dear to her heart.

Rosy cheeks of giddy excitement made the girl rush her step on the stairs, eager to reach the top and sent out her letter. Or actually, a howler that contained a birthday song instead of a scream. Circe was turning seven in three days time, marking the day in which Ondine's world fell apart, but was reborn at the same time. It required special attention and precise execution, for which Ondine planned everything carefully for. Her younger sister wasn't any regular child as she would never be able to grow into an adult, but she was a loved child as she gave much joy and happiness. Loved in the sense of tenderness, unlike the love in awe and beauty that overwhelmed the fifthyear so often.

Stepping into the small space she noted that it was already occupied by two others. Seniors even, from which one was highly blushing and the other cool and aloof as ever before. The blondine smiled softly at the scene in front of her, dipping her head in a greeting. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything?" she jokingly sang at them, but she knew them better than that. Alistair and Persephone were too elegant to occupy themselves with secret meetings between owl dung and feathers. However, any other explanation of why Persephone was so red she couldn't provide.

She did remember another important detail, however. Letting her smile fall Ondine's face contorted into one of sympathy and pain as she faced Persephone.

"Percy, I'm so sorry to hear what happened," the girl spoke. She remembered reading of the tragedy in the Daily Prophet and feeling her heart break. That it had to happen to her, to sweet Persephone of all people.

"My deepest condolences," she whispered.

 

[Bubs]

Pedro Govanni

Fifth Year, Gryffindor

Autumn daylight came with a breeze as the fifth year wandered along the vast hallways Hogwarts had to offer scoping out any possible trouble, or first years to torment. Hands tightly tucked back into his pockets, Pedro's paces was rather well set, allowing few scatter away from his looming presence. Same old shit, Hogwarts students seem to become bigger wimps each year... They have no idea what I have planned for them... Even for that fucking Carrot Top, wherever she's hiding. The half-blood wizard thought, wandering along casting harsh gazes towards lingering students that were in his way.

Brown fringe falling in his face like flicks, eyes of hazel held a coldness and plotting gaze. Selectively picking out a possible student to test a new hex he learnt, on them. Yet, the closer he came to the Great Hall, he found a small Hufflepuff wandering out in vomit. A wickedly evil smirk tugged on his cheek, as he inwardly groan at his idea for a moment, before clapping his hand down onto the first year's shoulder. "Hey Buddy, something happen to ya? Not quite the best looking uniform I've seen on a first year student on their first day... Want me to guide you back to your Common Rooms?" Pedro pulled a well practised fake smile, wandering along the hallway, hand clamped down on the first year's shoulder.

How well the little Badger played into the Lion's games, shyly giving a nod and allowing Pedro to guide him back to the Common Rooms of the House Hufflepuff. A common room he truly wanted to break into in order to gain assess to Lauren Harrison's room, and steal that beloved toad of hers. Rowan, I believe she named it in an almost spiteful manner... Quite amusing she thinks of be a toad, when she's a fucking Hummingbird. Pedro Govanni thought about his Hufflepuff upper-classman, a muggle-born witch that he met in childhood, and admired in the only why he knew how... To torment.

Playing the pleasant friend, to this Hufflepuff before him made Pedro considerably bored. Truly there was no entertainment dealing with bed-wetters like this kid. But, he served a purpose no doubt... Enabling him to slipping into the Hufflepuff Basement. Next was to use a spell into the kid causing him to be a babbling idiot when the time of questioning arose. Casual was his stroll, watching a number of new and old faces pass he and the Badger by. No one dared to interfere with his plans, not even his closest of friends.

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[Bubs]

Anastasia 'Annie' Fitzgerald

Seventh Year Ravenclaw

Leaving Lauren alone in the hospital wing for a lecture, then some sleep. Strolling down the halls, freshly cleaned shoes that's to a spell she had learnt in her time watching over her dear friend. Once more Anastasia was a figure of neatness, and noble measure. Hair pulled into a dated bun, the young woman made her way to the Hufflepuff Basement, in the hopes to get her dear friend some fresh clothing or a fresh uniform to wear.

Hallways were slowly emptying at the students beginning to pour into classes, the vague sight of excited first years made Annie pull a smile. Fondly making her recall her time as a first year, it was a nervous time for her personally, living in a foreign country, and being away from friends and family she knew. But, there was a sense of adventure about that for the young Anastasia. Which helped her recall it fondly.

Polished and poised, wearing the badge of a Head Girl, the Ravenclaw Head Girl, selectively chosen for her leadership, and guidance towards other members of house, as well as the rivalling houses. Studious behaviours, and intellect than gained her a chance of a professor's position in some years to come, also a case of why she became Head Girl of Ravenclaw, under the guidance of Professor of Charms, Filius Flitwick.

Yet, something made Anastasia Fitzgerald lonely about being put in a position almost above other normal students in her year. This was a conflict she also felt about becoming a Prefect in the past. Thoughts caused Annie to stand still in a now quietening hallway. Clothes could wait.. I need a break sometime to think to myself, some peace in this chaos of a school... Annie thought quietly herself, thinking about her orchestra friend Persephone Gaunt possibly was feeling much the same currently.

Her heart knew few places that brought such peace and comfort, and Anastasia's feet guided her as if they were her wings, and she were the Eagle of her house. Gliding into the quiet music room, Annie placed a charmed coin bag of hers down by the seat of the piano, pulling out her wand whispering a spelling in sweet voice. Allowing a violin case to come flying out, only to be caught by her free hand.

In a timely fashion Anastasia pulled her violin from it's case, and lightly looked over its condition, before hoping it to her chin and shoulder, lightly dabbling at a tune for a time. Before settling down sitting down at the window sill, holding her violin in a perfect stance. Ironically, Annie's choice in song to play by herself was Antonio Vivaldi's: Four Seasons, Autumn.

Very well suited to the breeze that kissed the trees outside the window, leaves dancing intimately with the breeze as she played. Hues of all different colours, shades and variations that embraced Autumn engaged with her. Few birds were in the sky that morning, and Annie took note of it. Staring at the world outside the window, playing her music to it as almost a gift, or thanks for displaying such a beauty of the changing seasons before her very own eyes. Such peace and tenderness held on her expression, as Annie stayed there on her on own in peace.

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[darkflames13]

As the professor had handed them their punishment, Asher couldn't help but bite the inside of his mouth; a nervous tic he's been trying to correct. The man had deducted so much points from their houses. At that moment, he couldn't help but think how lucky Ravenclaw was that August didn't join them in heading back. It was clear however, that Hufflepuff got the worst out of it all with a whomping total of a hundred and fifty points deducted from them.

Asher groaned as he felt the glare that Emrys was sending him. Meanwhile, Joan laughed, her reaction a stark contrast to the rest of theirs. He could only raise an eyebrow at his friend thinking that she's finally gone barmy. From where he stood, there was nothing amusing about the situation they've managed to land themselves in.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. What's done is done, there wasn't much left they could do but accept what has happened. Taking the Summers siblings' leave, Asher turned to the remaining group and said, "We should get going as well before the professor comes back and decides to take away more house points."

✯ ❭❱ Location

First-floor corridor

✯ ❭❱ Interactions

Emrys Jernigan (@Nemopedia)
Joan Lambert (@FieryCold)

 

[FieryCold]

FELIX SLOAN

✯ ✯ ✯ ┆ we get ever so hot ! whether we like it or not !

There was no mistaking the look of surprise on Felix's face when he found himself suddenly barraged by Posey's unsolicited rants. He stared at her, mouth agape, as she went from insulting him, to audibly lamenting upon her one-sided ardor for Alistair Blackbourne, and then back to insulting him again. Before he could even begin to think of a response, she had already removed herself from the table and strutted away. Felix scoffed in disbelief. What a drama queen! He wondered what could have possibly happened to Posey over the summer break, because he certainly didn't expect her to retaliate like this.

Gary-boy arrived at the table just in time to see this happen. Felix wondered if the Weasel had a sixth sense when it came to drama; the boy certainly had an impeccable timing for it.

"Oh my god," Gary-boy paused after each word for effect, sliding onto the seat across from Felix. He let out an exaggerated gasp, clearly trying to imitate the boy before him. "Can you believe what she just said? If I didn't know any better it almost feels like an attack to your blood status. But of course she wouldn't, right? Like, she may be a pureblood and she hangs out with those, but she wouldn't, right?"

Instead of annoyance, Felix simply felt mild amusement.

"Trying to imitate me now, boy? I know, I'm just that sexy," he leaned forward to pinch Gary's cheek, as if to say, 'How cute!'

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in for the kill - la roux

 

[darkflames13]

roboto;rs;

Heather Clarke

Heather stared at the retreating figure of the older Blackbourne twin and made a face of mock sympathy. "Poor Zedekiah." She then giggled, completely dropping the sympathy act. When she didn't hear her companion join in, Heather turned to her, only to find her fellow snake frowning. Heather raised a brow at her expression.

"What?"

Giselle narrowed her eyes and threw the question back with an underlying accusation. "What the hell was that?"

A wicked grin spread across Heather's face and began making her way back towards the Slytherin table. As she passed her blonde housemate, she gave the girl a pat on the shoulder and whispered, "Chaos, my dear Giselle."

Just as before, a second or two passed before Giselle followed and fell into step beside her. Heather could feel that the blonde felt a bit miffed with her actions, but she didn't acknowledge it. The girl said nothing either. Neither of them uttered a word to each other till they were back amongst their fellow Slytherins.

Having already eaten prior to Giselle's arrival, she excused herself and sauntered out of the Great Hall, leaving Giselle to mingle with their other peers. On her way out however, she spotted her favourite person in Hogwarts together with Sloan and couldn't help but make a quick stop over to congratulate him on the drama he's managed to stir.

"Morning you two!" Standing behind the Weasel, she gave him a friendly peck on the cheek in greeting before leaning over the table and breaking off a piece of Felix's banana. "Great work on the paper today! I was worried that the story of the giant and the midget wasn't going to reach you,"

She then popped the stolen piece of banana into her mouth and gave Felix a wink. "By the way, you look fabulous today, Felix. Is that a new lipstick you're wearing?"


Interactions: Giselle Rosier (NPC), Garaile Scriven (@Nemopedia), Felix Sloan (@FieryCold)

colour: #398c40

 

[FieryCold]

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ALISTAIR BLACKBOURNE​

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"What do you plan to write about?" Came Persephone's innocent query.

Alarmed, Alistair stared at the hand that had so gently held his. It felt ribbed, swollen. He confirmed his suspicions when he flipped her hand over, only to find some scarring along her palm and fingers. They were freshly pink, which meant it was recent.

There was the sound of footsteps coming closer. Alistair pulled his hand from Persephone's grasp just as someone emerged from the staircase.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," Ondine piped in her customary sing-song voice, a small smile playing on her lips. As she regarded Persephone, however, her expression swiftly changed from playful to sympathetic. In a voice so quiet and fragile you'd think the wind might blow it away, she continued, "Percy, I'm so sorry to hear what happened. My deepest condolences."

Alistair found himself peering at Persephone with furrowed brows, gauging her reaction. The expression on his face betrayed his true thoughts for once.

To Ondine, he asked without thinking, "What happened?"

- Location:
The Owlery
- Interactions:
Ondine Fear @Nemopedia
Persephone Gaunt @Dust Bunnies

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[Bubs]

Persephone Gaunt

Seventh Year, Slytherin

Haunted by the sight of her scars, Persephone stared at them. She remembered the screaming pain that lingered over her body and mind at the call of the Cruciatus Curse. Yet, the scars were from her older wand being destroyed when duelling the Death Eater that killed her family. A punishment for not joining her cousin's side in this war for power and control in the wizarding world.

The painful memories almost ate the girl up. Only Alistair's pulling of his hand away woke her from those thoughts. Blinking a few times, Percy realized she wasn't trapped any longer. Shaky breathing dominated the Gaunt girl, as the trauma of the last few weeks hit her hard. Percy had grown a quick dependence for potions to allow her to keep calm, and sleep through the night. Potions helped her stay asleep, no longer plagued by the horrific nightmares.

Her eyes looked somewhat distant, like she was in another place. Percy shifted her gaze towards Ondine. She pulled a weak smile when her gaze met the lovely Hufflepuff. Though, Persephone soon came to notice Ondine's cheerful expression change to one of sorrow and sympathy. At the girl's words, Percy's mouth was agape; she truly couldn't find anything to say. My deepest condolences. Three words that seemed to repeat themselves to Percy over the past few days. How Persephone Gaunt learnt to hate them.

Percy placed her hands over her mouth, trying to hide the sound of a whimper. Her tears were hot and running down pale cheeks, quick to leave a stain. In a moment where composure seemed so important, Persephone just found herself slipping back against the steps of the Owlery. She bumped her head against the rail on the wall before settling on the step beneath. Alistair Blackbourne hadn't moved from his spot, and Persephone was trapped from moving any further, not that the girl thought of moving anymore.

Persephone sobbed now hugging her legs tightly, a fear of how Alistair would think of her now did trace her mind, but only for a moment. Listening to the Head Boy make a query, the girl sniffled raising her head to look at him. Percy knew full well that he wasn't speaking to her, but she had to be the one to say it.

"D-D-D-Death E-a-ter's…" Percy took a deep breath, trying to find the words to say. "They attacked my family over the break… He wanted us to join his ways, my grandfather refused… The… Death Eater, he killed them all, left me behind." Persephone spoke words of utter grief, staring at her hands. "My wand was destroyed, I tried to fight him because I thought he'd kill me too…" She spoke with labouring breaths and huffs.

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[Fish]

Gabriella Isabelle Flores​

If there was anything worse than the first day of school, it was the first day at a new school. Gabriella looked around at the sea of unfamiliar faces, trying to remember the directions to the Great Hall. Overcome by a wave of nerves, she instinctively reached for the cloth orchid she'd worn on her wrist. She had brought it with her on the day she moved into Hogwarts; even this newly minted Ravenclaw admitted that she would eventually miss the Amazon. Oversleeping on her first day wasn't helping calm her down either. Spotting the entrance of the Great Hall in the distance, she took a deep breath and headed for the gigantic doors.

The scene that greeted her was unlike anything she'd seen before. Her eyes automatically drifted to the scarves worn by the Slytherins, recognizing the particular shade of green. She stood by the entrance for a moment, trying to take it all in. She had heard many stories about the Great Hall from other students at her last school, but what she saw in front of her was unlike anything she had ever imagined. She had heard that the Hogwarts Sorting Ceremony took place in this very hall; was that true? She decided not to even try to figure out how time consuming it would be, thankful for her own private sorting ceremony, as she made her way to the crowd of blue scarves.

As she approached the table, she realized that she could just almost make out the whispers coming from the crowds. It wasn't that they weren't being loud enough, because they were; it was that she had yet to get accustomed to their posh British accents. It seemed that, for some reason, everybody was talking about the seventh years and a weasel. She found it strange, but shrugged it off quickly-- she would learn Hogwarts culture by experience anyway. She recognized quite a number of faces from the common room and offered smiles to those who were kind enough to smile or wave at her before finding a free seat.

She made sure to glance around the table as she tried to figure out who the prefects were. Did they wear special uniforms? She turned to her seatmate, deciding it was better to ask than to draw more attention to herself by making a mistake. "Excuse me," she started, her voice coming out softer than she had expected. "Do you happen to know where I can find Kassandra Castillo?" She smiled, hoping that she'd been understood; her accent had become more prominent as she said the familiar last name. She let out a sigh of relief as her seatmate nodded and gestured to a brunette at the other end of the table. Gabriella made a point to memorize the Filipina's face; she figured that knowing who to ask help from would come in handy later.

Interactions​

Kassandra Castillo (mentioned) (@darkflames13)

Location​

The Great Hall

 

[FieryCold]

Cormorant Garamond

Henry Chen

SEVENTH YEAR HUFFLEPUFF

It was a painful morning for Henry Chen.

The smell of food pulled him into consciousness, but the first thought that graced his mind upon waking was the pain. It hit him with full impact, causing him to almost slump back over the table. He clutched at his head, groaning and feeling sore all over, as if someone had just beaten him up and left him on the streets to sleep. He could just smell the gloriously disastrous fusion of sweat, beer, and last night's bad decisions.

Slowly, as if his brain was just getting used to being awake, he realized that he was already at Hogwarts. Though he had no recollection of his return, he was not in the slightest surprised at this sudden change in environment. Seventeen years of random black-outs meant nothing ever really surprised him anymore, but at least it taught him to roll with the punches.

"Sweetbabyjesussonofmaryandjoseph," He said, all in one breath, as his eyes finally found August sitting beside him. "What exactly happened—wait, don't answer that."

Henry reached for a glass of water, feeling suddenly thirsty, and promptly downed it in one go. Sharply letting out a satisfied sigh, he continued:

"I know, I blacked out again, yaddayadda. Same old story. Go figure." There was no trace of humor on his face, though his delivery was certainly intended to be comedic. He plucked a sandwich from a platter, letting himself wallow in self-pity for only a moment as he bit into the ham-and-cheese goodness.

A look of pure bliss settled on his face as he fluttered his eyes closed.

Then, looking towards August, "You're the prince to my damshel in dishstress." He said with a mouth half-full. Then, swallowing, he proceeded with mock affectation, "How could I ever repay you for your kindness, good sir?"

 

[Nemopedia]

Lovers Quarrel; Marvel;

Ondine Fear

An awkward silence filled the room, with Ali looking down at the hands of Persephone and Ondine just realising what an awful timing she had.

Persephone's expression went from warm to distant as tears started to well up and she slumped down against the wall. It was a good call for Alistair to stand so close to the girl, or she would have dirtied her uniform with all the owl dung on the ground. The Slytherin head boy tried to ask Ondine what had happened, the girl falling silent as guilt started to override her.

"P-Percy," she mumbled, stepping closer as the Slytherin girl stammered out her story. She had only read what the papers had wanted to reveal. The Gaunt family, murdered. All of them. A small article was dedicated to them in the Daily Prophet, only detailing that they all had been killed a few nights prior to the start of the new school year and that the only survivor was Persephone. Just a sad measly article for a fallen pureblood family without wealth. Nothing that detailed the story of what happened, in what state they were found, or what was going to happen. None of the details Persephone shared now.

Death Eaters. The Hufflepuff clenched her fist as she heard the name fall. These awful people. Hadn't they done quite enough yet? A flash of anger and bitter sadness washed over the girl, sending a different sort of heat towards her cheeks.

How lucky she was to be born in the family she was. And even then she so often cursed it.

"Ali, can you step back, please?" Quickly Ondine tied her card to the intended owl, sending it out flying after whispering an address. Moving over to the pair she pulled a bottle from her skirt, a thoughtful look on her face.

"I have a potion to calm her down," she explained, glad that Kyler had asked her last night to make a batch of droughts that helped with all sorts of ailments. As if he knew what was going to happen. Though, she doubted that he had known and prepared for this peril in particular.

 

[Nemopedia]

A rather putrid smell entered his nostrils once August finally woke up a little, realising what had happened moments before he entered. A first year on the brink of tears was sitting covered in what August guessed to be Lauren's vomit. Blinking the foreigner wondered how he could have missed the student earlier when the smell was so prominent. How unfortunate to start the year like that.

"Take care," he told Anastasia as the head pulled the Hufflepuffs away, seeming to be very much done with everything and the school year in overall. It was sometimes hard to believe that Anastasia was a Ravenclaw, seeing how much time she spent with the Hufflepuffs. Though, August supposed the same could be said of him. Looking at the spot where the student had previously sat the male pointed his wand at it, mumbling; "Scourgify," to clean up the place and resume his breakfast again.

It wasn't much later that Henry stirred himself awake, cursing slightly before getting up again. The Ravenclaw left his friend to talk as he reached for some cinnamon rolls, pulling it apart bite for bite. Henry continued, moaning in pleasure as he took a bite from his breakfast before leaning over in jest.

"By keeping your morning breath out of my face," the boy pushed the Hufflepuff away as he took another swig of his coffee. He sounded grumpy, again though that was August's general attitude towards mornings. They shouldn't exist.

Then in a joking manner the Turk casually reached out for some fruits, polishing an apple to his pants before taking a bite. "You did miss Ondine, however." A lie, of course, August hadn't seen the female yet, but that wasn't something Henry had to know. It was the thought that counted.

August Yilmaz