Hogwarts 1975

[FieryCold]

IN A TIME WHERE racial discrimination is rampant and the Cold War is at its height, an ominous force looms over the wizarding world. Despite efforts to keep them apart, the magical and the mundane nonetheless overlap and bleed influence into each other. Muggles grapple with political and military disarray, while the wizarding community is faced with an enemy so formidable it is only ever mentioned in whispers: they call him the Dark Lord, and his followers, the Death Eaters.

Such is the influence of this rising group of supremacists that even Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, rumoured to be one of the safest places in the world next to Gringotts, cannot remain unperturbed for long. A new academic year has begun, and as students both young and old pour into the school's ancient halls, whispers of an unspeakable terror reigning within campus grounds abound. A group of pureblood supremacists, armed with dark intentions and even darker magic, now stand at the helm of the school. The well-being of half-breeds and muggle-borns alike hang in the balance.

Hogwarts is no longer safe.

Current Event -- Chapter 3: A Day in Detention
Flashback: Tuesday, September 2, 1975

THE FIRST DAY of the new school year had certainly been an eventful one. Thanks to the Weasel and his henchmen, friendships had begun to tear apart, carefully woven masks had shown their cracks, and reputations so tightly safeguarded were now blemished. Yet, the day went past in a quick flick of a wand. Now that classes were wrapped up for the day, it seemed that the worst was finally over.

However, matters such as last night's senior party would always somehow make it back to the professors, regardless of how hard students try to cover it up or how many protective charms they cast on each other to ensure the secret stays hidden. As such, when the clock struck five and all four houses poured into the Great Hall for the night's feast, an announcement from Professor Dumbledore awaited them there.

The Headmaster had quite a few choice things to say about the students' disregard of the school rules and had made a note, albeit in his usual expertly calm demeanor, about how they had set a poor example to the lower years. In what seemed to be an off-topic remark, he mused about how the castle had been standing for however many long years, and that various parts of it would need some thorough cleaning. He gazed down upon the Seventh Years through his half-moon spectacles, just before flashing them a cheeky smile.

It was thus decided that the Seniors would be spending an entire Saturday cleaning the castle and the areas surrounding it. The catch, of course, is that it would all be manual labor, and all wands would remain confiscated until the evening of that day. Whether this punishment would teach the Seventh Years a lesson, however, is another matter entirely.

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Saturday, September 6, 1975
Starting Point: Detention

WHAT A BEAUTIFUL DAY it was! There was not a cloud in sight and the sun was shining brightly through the castle windows when the students stirred from their slumber that morning. It would have been the perfect end to a long week—a chance to unwind and explore the school grounds, if only detention didn't await the Seventh Years that day.

While the lower years discussed what they would do on this fine day of freedom amongst each other, the seniors were merely filled with dread over what was to come. A listing of detention duties and groups had been put up in each of the four common rooms. It read as follows:

GROUP 1: OWLERY
LEAD: Asher Fay
Emrys Jernigan
Joan Lambert
Kyler Summers
Raina Summers

GROUP 2: KITCHEN
LEAD: Kassandra Castillo
Henry Chen
Lauren Harrison
Sebastian Kissinger
Christopher Williams
August Yilmaz

GROUP 3: QUIDDITCH PITCH
LEAD: Anastasia Fitzgerald
Jabari Asim
Pedro Govanni
Deborah Johnson
Felix Sloan

GROUP 4: LAVATORIES
LEAD: Persephone Gaunt
Heather Clarke
Morrigan Quinn
Oswin Ravenwood
Garaile Scriven
Millicent Thomson

GROUP 5: FORBIDDEN FOREST
LEAD: Alistair Blackbourne
Zedekiah Blackbourne
Seraphim Brimm
Melinda Geralds
Giselle Rosier
Maurice

Whoever decided on this list must have done so deliberately and with less-than-noble intentions, because with such conveniently mismatched groups, conflict is almost certain to arise!

Write-up by FieryCold | Coding by FieryCold | © Art by Andrew Davidson

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[FieryCold]

Cormorant Garamond

Henry Chen

SEVENTH YEAR HUFFLEPUFF

"Oh my," Henry put a hand to his chest, leaning back as he regarded his friend with feigned surprise. His brows knitted together in a pained expression. "That is no way to treat a damsel, young man!"

However, the offense was quickly forgotten as his thoughts went to Ondine. He gazed limpidly down the Hufflepuff table, checking to see if the fifth year was still around. It didn't seem like it. He'd recognize that pretty blonde head anywhere.

"Well, did she say anything?" Henry leaned closer to his friend now, breath hitching in anticipation. Either he had forgotten August's request or he had simply chosen to ignore it.

He was unable to press for more information, however, for something else had caught his eye: his name on one of the newspapers lying on the table.

"'Allegedly even the seasoned August was surprised by the sheer size and hardness of Henry's wood...*'" he read a line from the article, before turning to August with saucer-wide eyes, "Oh my."

*Short blurb provided by @Nemopedia at my request

 

[Nemopedia]

Whipping his bangs out of his eyes Garaile gave Felix a toothy grin, his chin resting on his hand. "Just trying to show you what the mirror would look like had you been actually handsome," he quipped at his fellow Slytherin, pulling his face out of reach.

However, may he dodged Felix's fingers there was Heather who sneaked up behind him, lips grazing against his cheek as a piece of Felix's banana was stolen. Disgruntled the boy rubbed his cheek, feeling disgust rising up within for the stolen kiss. The guts the girl had for kissing him.

"You know I don't miss out on anything," he responded to the blondine, shaking off the scowl and grinning wickedly once more. While annoyed the boy knew better than to act on it, instead brushing off the ordeal as what it was. A gesture, albeit a gross one.

"Now tell me all about what happened at the Gryffindor table," Garaile continued, his eyes sparkling as he picked up one of the editions laying around. Pulling out a ballpointer from his pocket the boy tapped the table, his infamous grin spreading over his face. "It certainly looked juicy."

 

[FieryCold]

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ALISTAIR BLACKBOURNE​

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'My deepest condolences'

These words seemed to have triggered something in Persephone for, in an instant, her demeanor changed. Tears cascaded down her cheeks like waterfalls. Her legs gave way underneath her, like those words had somehow ripped her off her strength, so that slowly but surely she slid down onto the steps. She was a fragile mess right now, perhaps in a worse state than when Alistair first found her here with a wounded hand.

Persephone began to speak of her experiences, and Alistair found himself at a loss for words. Murders in the family. Death Eaters. This was the first he had heard of her tragedies, which could only mean they happened very recently. How Persephone managed to keep herself together after all that, even with the aid of potions, was beyond him.

If Death Eaters had come for his family like that, he would not know what to do. Fear struck him then. Fear of the Death Eaters and the evil intentions they strung along with them. The Blackbournes could easily end up like the Gaunts if they were not careful.

Beast's loud hooting jolted Alistair from his thoughts. The owl teetered on his shoulder impatiently, reminding him of the letter he had been planning to write. With this in mind, and at Ondine's timely request, he moved out of the way.

However, the letter would have to wait.

Letting the owl fly back to its place on a windowsill, Alistair regarded the pair with an inscrutable expression. There was nothing more that he wanted to do now than simply escape, even if he had carefully hidden it underneath a mask of indifference. And with breakfast ending, he had a perfect reason to do so.

"I'll make my leave. Classes are starting soon," Alistair spoke, though he refused to look either of them in the eyes. "I'll see if I can speak to a professor about what happened here. They'll know what to do. For now, you should keep her company, Ondine."

With that, he turned on his heel and went down the steps, the thought of Death Eaters making the same steady descent in his head.

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

Color Tag: #339966​

 

[Bubs]

Lauren Harrison

Seventh Year Hufflepuff

Meanwhile, Lauren found herself rubbing sore and ringing ears. This was after being lectured by the professor that stormed into the Hospital Wing after her, and Anastasia. Miserably alone, Lauren found herself wanted to have a shower desperately as she read her detention notice.

Butterbeer, sweat, vomit and custard tarts, Lauren held a collection of smells. A horrid smell that could dilate pupils, and almost make nostrils scream or burn. What a way I could start the year... Can never do things in halves, thought Lauren as she pushed herself off the bed. Drinking down something that settled her now empty stomach she thanked the nurse, and wandered off towards the Hufflepuff Basement to her dorm room then to the bathrooms to wash.

Scurrying down the hallway rather quickly, the young girl looked around trying not to bump into any students on their way to class. Shuffling at the greater end of the corridor with quite impressive speed for a girl of her height, that had some fourth and fifth years taller than her. Truly Laurie was a loud girl that could possibly scream or yell from one end of Hogwarts and be heard from the other side, but she was truly like a garden gnome when standing next to Anastasia would almost be called an elf tall and lanky. Ginger curls flowed with the girl's movements, nearer and nearer see drew to the Common Room.

Tapping the password on a few stones and slipping right in, to find a rather less appealing mess and the sobbing first year she emptied her stomach on earlier.

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[Nemopedia]

August ignored his friend's dramatic antics, knowing that there was no wisdom in feeding into Henry's foolery. Continuing his meal the Turk decided that after some sweetness he had to eat something savoury, reaching out for the bacon and the eggs left to him. A few of the younger Hufflepuffs were giving him a look, not quite understanding why there was a Ravenclaw dining at their table. The Turk ignored them, they would get used to his presence soon enough, like everyone else did in the house to the point that it would be strange if he didn't.

The boy wasn't about to grace Henry with a response either about Ondine. He had already brought the girl enough trouble by just mentioning her. Putting any words in her mouth would only worsen it and probably even feed into the hopes of his friend. Though it seemed that Henry had already forgotten about what he asked, reading aloud from the paper.

"'Allegedly even the seasoned August was surprised by the sheer size and hardness of Henry's wood...'"

"What in the world are you reading?" the Ravenclaw felt another wave of annoyance wash through him, realising that it was the Weasel that was being read. That could only mean one thing and that meant pure lies.

Taking the paper in hands the boy rose a brow at the article, scoffing. "By the sound of it Henry Chen does not fit the stereotype," August read aloud, a boyish grin escaping him at the dirty joke. He hated to admit it, but Garaile did know how to sprinkle around his humour.

However, that wasn't all the paper read. It continued, detailing that August's night didn't stop with Henry as it also made mention of Persephone and Alistair, the Slytherins he had helped the night prior. Where Garaile got his information from was unclear, but it was undoubtedly untrue and that made the Ravenclaw all the more less inclined to finish the article.

"Seems like I have been busy," he dryly remarked, stabbing the scrambled eggs to his fork.

 

[Nemopedia]

Emrys 'Ambrose' Jernigan

To make matters worse Joan decided that it was good timing to burst out laughing, making the boy snap his attention towards the Gryffindor with flaring eyes. The fiend! Emrys was feeling absolutely miserable because of the whole ordeal of losing fifty points before the school year even started and here she was, laughing until she saw purple. Pointing his wand at the girl Emrys swiftly cast a 'silencio' charm on Joan, effectively muting the girl in a blissful silence.

'Much better' he bristled to himself and with one deep breath he turned around towards Asher. Lips pulled into a long line Emrys heard the Slytherin suggest that they hurry. It sounded like a bad joke coming from the brunette, seeing the situation they were in now. However, to hurry he was, like he had been well before the hundred-and-fifty points were taken from Hufflepuff. Whether it counted for the rest remained to be seen.

With another swing of his wand the boy cast a tripping jinx on Asher before stomping off after Raina towards the Hufflepuff dormitory like a thundercloud.

 

[FieryCold]

FELIX SLOAN

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

They hadn't gotten very far into their usual back-and-forth when Heather ambled up towards them. She broke off a piece of his banana, which Felix regarded with no more than a mere glance and a smile. Had she been expecting a reaction from him? Whatever the case, she was not getting it. Felix absolutely adored getting up close and personal, more so if it made other people uncomfortable. Of course, that meant he didn't mind it very much whenever the same was done to him.

Garaile, on the other hand...

Disgust was clearly written on his face when Heather gave him a peck on the cheek. It was enough of a sight to send Felix into an uncontrollable fit of giggles that was only stopped short by Heather's compliment.

Considering their bloody history of petty bitch fights, Felix had expected an insult, or at least a thinly-veiled one. The girl certainly was in a generous mood today. Something terribly good must have happened recently; emphasis on terribly, because what would Heather be if not for her devious plans?

As ever, Garaile jumped onto the promise of gossip. Felix would have done the same, except he had his priorities in order. Batting his eyelids, he gave a single limp wave of his hand.

"Oh, you, I'm so flattered that you noticed!" He responded with a wry smile, almost talking over Garaile as he did so, "You can have my spare if you want. It will give those lips of yours the color that it so desperately needs."

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in for the kill - la roux

 

[FieryCold]

Cormorant Garamond

Henry Chen

SEVENTH YEAR HUFFLEPUFF

"Look, August, my man, compadre," Henry gave his friend a tentative pat on the shoulder, the corners of his mouth turned upwards to form a convincingly awkward smile. The article may have been spun out of lies, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to have his own fun with it. Times like these, his acting skills came to good use. "I love you, but not in that way. We're bros, yeah?"

He directed his attention back to his sandwich. The worst sin of all would be to let his food grow cold.

"Good to know I don't fit in the stereotype, though," Henry couldn't help but let a chuckle out at the joke, and before he knew it he was shaking from half-suppressed laughter. The contents of the sandwich fell onto his lap, but the boy was too far gone in his amusement to even notice it.

- Location:
The Great Hall

- Interactions:
August Yilmaz @Nemopedia

 

[Bubs]

Morrigan Quinn

Seventh Year, Slytherin

Murder of the Gaunt family--a delightfully satisfying subject to the corrupt witch of house Quinn. Morrigan strolled into the Great Hall with a fresh and crisp copy of the Daily Prophet. The ink still held a crisp smell on the paper as Morrigan Quinn read through the headline. She pulled a fake expression of pity.

The now official Death Eater searched the crowd of Slytherins hoping to find Garaile there. She spotted him among the crowd of few people that meant little importance to Morrigan. Heather Clarke, a blonde American that could be some use to her. Felix, the half-breed queer of Slytherin. Then, the perfectly evil weasel that poured out lies and rumours of peers like he was a broken faucet.

"Well if isn't the evil mastermind and his motley crew. Congratulations on the best edition of the Hogwarts newspaper since your take over, Garaile." Morrigan spoke proudly, plopping the Daily Prophet down onto the smoothly polished banquet table before the Weasel. "Some equally juicy stories in that one today… Seems the Gaunt girl is an orphan, whole family murdered. Gone. All in one night." Smiled the girl, settling down on an empty seat nearby easing into it with anticipation. Morrigan eagerly awaited Garaile's response.

"Quite the tragic turn for the end of the break, and they say the girl is an heir to Slytherin. Maybe this would trigger something of a dark turn for our Persephone Gaunt?" Morrigan rose her newly scarred brow. A look of utter satisfaction dawned on Morrigan's face as she lightly rested her hands on her lap. "I wonder who killed them… Since the article doesn't formally disclose that information." Morrigan planted and probed ideas, possibly dark twists for Garaile's new best article, but only if he took those words onboard.

 

[FieryCold]

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JOAN LAMBERT​

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It took a while for Joan to realize that Emrys had cast a silencing charm on her. Thinking that she had simply lost her breath from all her laughing, she tried to call for her friend as he walked away, only to find that no sound would come out of her mouth no matter how much she tried. It was the worst sort of torture for Joan, who spoke too much for her own good, but still took pride in her outspokenness.

She confirmed to herself then, for the thousandth time, that the Sorting Hat had made a mistake when it put Emrys in Hufflepuff. That quiet, vindictive boy is by no means fair, nor did he have a sense of humor. For Merlin's sake, he should have been in Slytherin!

For a moment, she had forgotten her mild headache, but now it worsened and put her in a terrible mood. Despite the forced silence, her ire was deafening. The opportunity to get back at Emrys was lost before she knew it, so all she could do now was glare at Asher as if it had all been his fault. Like the boy hadn't suffered enough from Emrys' jinx.

Thinking that she might as well get something to relieve her headache, Joan stormed away to the Gryffindor common rooms, making sure to stomp her foot in a deliberate manner as she did so. They could silence her voice, but they could not silence her feet!

- Location:
Somewhere in Hogwarts > Gryffindor Common Room
- Interacted With:
Asher Fay @darkflames13
Emrys Jernigan @Nemopedia
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[darkflames13]

Lora;Quicksand;LB;

Kassandra

Caridad Castillo

The morning of their first day of classes he been a peaceful one for Kass so far. Unlike many of her peers, Kass had decided to opt out of attending the senior. She didn't deem it appropriate for a prefect such as herself to be seen at such an event. Part of her however, wondered exactly how much she had missed. At this thought, her eyes moved to the newsprint sitting beside her plate of half-eaten syrup bathed waffles. Whatever happened last night was bound to be on the gossip rag.

Kass forced herself to look away from the paper and shoved another bite of food into her mouth. As curious as she was, she knew that what the paper contained was likely an over exaggeration of last night's events. A few more bite of her waffle later, Kass finally gave in to the urge to read the paper. It seemed that quite a few things happened during the party.

Upon reading the headlining article, Kass couldn't help but wonder how Melinda's friends must have reacted to it. She took a sip from her mug of hot chocolate and nearly spat it out as she read the article that followed. It detailed August's bed hopping escapade and how he'd spent the night with more than one person.

She was halfway done with the article when the sound of someone clearing their throat startled her. Kass immediately closed and put down the paper she was reading, as if she was just caught reading something inappropriate, and turned to whoever it was that called for her attention. The sight of their Head of House sent her into a bout of nerves. Had they seen the contents of what she was reading? She hoped to God that wasn't the case.

Kass stood up and greeted the professor as politely as she could, trying to keep the nerves out of her voice. "Good morning, professor. Is there anything I could help you with?"

Instead of reprimanding her like she'd half-anticipated they would, the professor instead proceeded to talk about a new transfer student who's been sorted to Ravenclaw. They were asking Kass to show her around and help her adjust to life at Hogwarts. She wasn't quite sure why they were asking her instead of their very own Head Girl, or why they didn't say so sooner, but she agree to do it nonetheless.

As soon as their Head of House left, Kass sunk back into her seat feeling relieved. She let herself calm down before finishing the last of her food. With her food finished, Kass left her place on the table and walked to where their professor said the new student was.

She gave the new girl a light tap on the shoulder. "Hey there, you wouldn't happen to be Garbriella Flores, would you?" Kass smiled, extending her hand out for a handshake. "I'm Kassandra Castillo, one of Ravenclaw's prefects. I've been asked to help you settle into Hogwarts. How are you finding it, so far?"


Location The Great Hall
Interactions Gabriella Flores (@Fish)

 

[darkflames13]

The silence that the Hufflepuff had put their friend in lightened up his mood, albeit just marginally. His morning was still crappy as hell. The next step he took only made it crappier as he found himself on the floor, his feet tripping on nothing. The glare that Joan threw at him as she left only made him feel even worse.

Asher heaved heavy sigh and rolled onto his back. He knew he probably looked ridiculous laying down on the corridor floor, but he simply didn't have the will to pick himself up at that moment. He felt incredibly exhausted. Neither of his friends had appreciated him risking himself getting in trouble to help them get back to the castle. Both them were even blaming him for something that was out of his control. It was times like this that made him wonder why he was friends with the two of them.

He laid there for a few more seconds, staring at the high ceiling, before finally picking himself up as he felt his stomach rumble. He'd been in such a rush to escort his friends back that he hadn't even managed to get a bite in when he was at the Great Hall earlier. Resolved to get something in his stomach before class starts, Asher dragged himself towards the Great Hall.

✯ ❭❱ Location

First-floor corridor → Great Hall

✯ ❭❱ Interactions

None

 

[Fish]

Gabriella Isabelle Flores​

Gabriella had just finished eating breakfast when she felt a light tap on her shoulder. She looked up, recognizing the prefect immediately, no introductions needed. Not wanting to be rude, she muttered an incantation to clean her plate of any fruit peelings and leftovers before standing to give Kass a firm handshake. "I hope you didn't spot me too easily," she replied, letting out a nervous laugh as she spoke. "I'd hate to know that I'm sticking out a little too much."

She glanced at the crowds in the Great Hall before turning back to answer the question presented to her. "It's quite literally more colorful here than it was at my last school." she answered, wondering if she had to explain that students in Castelobruxo wore the same green robes throughout their seven years of school. She was actually almost amazed at the diversity Hogwarts offered; it was a nice contrast to the monotony she had gotten so accustomed to. "We focused on Herbology and Magizoology back in the amazon, but you guys seem to dabble in almost everything else here."

Interactions​

Kassandra Castillo (@darkflames13)

Location​

The Great Hall

 

[darkflames13]

roboto;rs; colour: #398c40

Heather Clarke

The look of disgust on the Weasel's face was priceless. At his next words, she couldn't help but wonder if he knew about the exchange between his pet and the older Blackbourne. From where she stood at the time, it didn't look like a pleasant one. In fact, it even seemed to her that Blackbourne had threatened the redhead. She wasn't quite sure what the pureblood has over the mudblood, but she'll find out soon enough.

She was delighted when he asked for the details of what had transpired with the lions. Oh where to begin! Before she could answer him however, Felix cut in, joyed by the bone she threw him. The insult he threw at her garnered her attention. Story time can wait, the flamboyant boy needed a reminder of who she was.

"Oh, Fifi. Didn't anyone tell you it's rude to shove your trash onto other people?" she tutted and shook her head. "With how much you needed it, there's probably nothing left of the poor thing."

Just then, Morrigan Quinn came over and deposited a copy of the Daily Prophet in front of the Weasel, promising it to contain a story as juicy as the one that Garaile had crafted. Heather tried to read the article over Garaile's shoulder as their fellow snake went on to explain the tragedy that befell on one of their housemates. She tried to think about how she could use this newly acquired information. The Gaunt girl was never one who was in her radar, but perhaps it was time to change that.

"Poor girl," she commented, not really meaning the words. "What do you think the motive was, Quinn?"


Location: The Great Hall

Interactions: Garaile Scriven (@Nemopedia), Felix Sloan (@FieryCold), Morrigan Quinn (@Dust Bunnies)

ooc: Credit to Pluvy for the Felix insult

 

[Bubs]

Persephone Gaunt

Seventh Year, Slytherin

Persephone marvelled at the kindness of Ondine, in a moment of her need for kindness. It gave Percy a strange comfort when Ondine said, she had something that could help, potion or not. The Slytherin looked at the Hufflepuff fifth year, wiping away loose tears offering her a kind-but-sad expression.

Persephone Gaunt merely shifted her gaze to Alistair when he spoke up, and offered a light nod. "Thank you Alistair, that is very considerate of you." She stated in a fragile tone of voice, gaze following him upon his leave. Before letting a draining sigh leave her lips, looking up into the distance in a tired manner.

"Have you got anything strong, potion wise, Ondine?" Percy asked in a verbally drained tone of voice.

Pale and clammy, Persephone looked no better than someone who was dead. Percy's skin almost holding a gray-wash over, and greenish tint like she was going to empty the contents of her stomach. Her eyes were dull, almost holding the lack of sleep rather apparent. "You're such a sweet little dove, I hope you know that, Ondine." Persephone told the sweet fifth year, in a loving manner, almost like an older sister would.

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[darkflames13]

Lora;Quicksand;LB; color:#c29878

Kassandra

Caridad Castillo

Hearing Gabriella's concern about standing out reminded her of her first year at Hogwarts. She knew how different she looked from most of them with her brown skin and Asian height. Perhaps that was why their Head of House thought it would be appropriate for her to serve as the girl's guide.

"Don't worry about sticking out. I doubt anyone on Ravenclaw will shun you for being new." Kass leaned in a bit closer, whispering her next words. "In fact, I think I already see a few who look like they're just dying to learn more about your former school from you." She giggled, her eyes briefly moving to a group of Ravenclaws sat nearby, watching their exchange with curiosity written all over their faces.

"Ah! Speaking of subjects, what's your schedule for the day? There's not enough time this morning to show you around, but maybe I can show you parts of the castle on the way to your classes."


Location The Great Hall
Interactions Gabriella Flores (@Fish)

 

[Fish]

Gabriella Isabelle Flores​

Unable to contain her own curiosity, Gabriella's eyes followed Kass' as she pointed out the little flock of Ravenclaws-- could she call them that? It seemed appropriate-- who seemed to do very little to hide their excitement over having a new kid among their ranks. She gave them a weak smile, hoping that her skin was Brazilian enough to conceal the blood rushing to her cheeks. She made a mental note to try and approach them if they ran into each other in the common room; After all, it wouldn't hurt to make a friend or two, especially if she was going to have to live with them for the next three years. She looked back at Kass, wondering if the prefect was aware of how much her comment had helped calm Gabriella's nerves.

She didn't know if it was normal for students in Hogwarts to have their schedules memorized, but Gaby was a bit of an eager beaver when it came to her studies. Knowing her schedule like the back of her hand was normal for her. "Oh, um. I only have two classes for today. I have transfiguration in fourth period, and herbology in sixth." Although she didn't know how herbology classes in Hogwarts stacked up against the ones she had already taken, she had to admit that she was still pretty excited. "I've already made a few trips to the greenhouses, so I can definitely get there on my own," Of course. "But I do need your help figuring out where class 99 is, if that's not too much to ask."

Interactions​

Kassandra Castillo (@darkflames13)

Location​

The Great Hall

 

[Nemopedia]

Lovers Quarrel; Marvel;

Ondine Fear

Steadying Persephone with her own arms Ondine shot Alistair a confused look, wondering what had gotten into the usual confident boy. She didn't know Alistair to be so indecisive, or flighty even, though she realised that she might not know the boy that well after all. How much time had she spent with him anyway? Other than helping him once in the past the girl couldn't recall any moments where she had seen him than more than a senior.

"I will, don't worry," she responded warmly, a smile crossing her features again. Yes, she hadn't known the Slytherin at all, but Ondine always had thought of him as cold in a way. Unable to emit warmth himself and in need of a source of heat, unlike his brother.

There opposingly was Percy, who cried real warm tears in grief of her loss. The Hufflepuff patted the other comfortingly, nodding lightly in response. "I have, but not on me. It is in the cabinets of my room," she explained, leading the Slytherin out of the owlery with a soft hand.

"Maybe that the kitchen has some leftover pie as well," the girl continued, musing over all the delicacies that they had eaten at the banquet last night. Angling her head just right —a trick she had mastered over years— Ondine let her strawberry blonde locks fall in a curtain in the path of light passing the windows. Smiling a little brighter the Hufflepuff turned to Persephone, almost cheerful.

"Wouldn't that be great?"

 

[darkflames13]

Lora;Quicksand;LB; color:#c29878

Kassandra

Caridad Castillo

Kass couldn't help but feel slightly surprised as Gabriella shared her schedule for the day. It wasn't cause she had it memorised, but more so with the fact that it seemed like their Head of House did not account for their schedules. Where Gabriella's morning was free, Kass' wasn't.

"Of course. It's no trouble at all. I can show you where it is before I head off to my first class." Kass gave the girl a warm apologetic smile before continuing. "I'm sorry I wont be around to help you much this morning. Please do let me know if you need help with anything else before I leave."

She waved a hand, motioning towards the doors of the Great Hall. "Shall we?"


Location: The Great Hall
Interactions: Gabriella Flores (@Fish)

 

[FieryCold]

CHAPTER 3. A DAY IN DETENTION

Tuesday, September 2, 1975
Flashback

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: On the way to detention (after breakfast)

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!