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1975. A time of struggle for muggles and wizards alike. While the cold war is at its height, the wizarding world is faced with a war of its own. The Daily Prophet has reported nothing but bad news as of late. There have been disappearances, murders, dark marks in the sky, and sightings of strange men in masks. Whispers say this is all the work of the Dark Lord, an enemy so formidable no one dares to speak his name.

A dark cloud hangs over Hogwarts, for even its peace has been disturbed. The promise of a new academic year and its would-be adventures are instead shrouded in unspeakable fear. There are those who come to Hogwarts with dark intentions and even darker magic. No one knows who they are. They stay in the shadows, bearing the faces of old friends or foes, whispering, scheming...

In this age of growing racial prejudice, the well-being of half-breeds and muggle borns hang in the balance.

Hogwarts is no longer safe.
Current Chapter 6: A Solemn Supper

Date: Wednesday, October 8 1975
Time: 6pm
Event: Feast at the Great Hall
Weather: Cloudy

Hogwarts opens its great doors once more, though the students that choose to remain are anything but great in number. If, at the beginning of the school year, the halls were flooded with streams of black robes, it is now reduced to a trickle. And what would customarily be an exited hubbub is now uncomfortably quiet, occasionally permeated by whispers of uncertainty and fear.

Something about Hogwarts has changed. Something more than the Chamber of Secrets being opened then closed once again. Something more than the appointment of the new Headmaster Demetrius Creed, whose very existence seems to be shrouded in mystery. Hogwarts itself seems foreboding somehow. Like some dark and evil spirit has possessed its very walls. For the castle towers now stood frowning upon the encroaching students like it loathes for them to come back. There will be no warm welcome, no semblance of a joyous celebration to be had. There is only the beginnings of an omen.

But even in the darkness, there is hope. The two students who fell victim to the Basilisk are now cured and well, even if the trauma remains with them and will haunt their dreams for some time.

Today, they will be rejoining their classmates who, upon their arrival, are immediately ushered into the Great Hall for supper. There, half the former staff awaits them upon their usual seats at the great table, whilst the other half seems to have been replaced by unknown and unwelcoming new faces. The usual seat of the Headmaster is curiously empty.
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Liz gaze followed Lynn as she stepped away with nothing to say, and for a moment it really BUGGED her. She could feel her eye twitching just a little from being wholly ignored in such a way. What was this girl’s problem? She didn’t even say thank you! Oliver’s voice was the sole reason her attention shifted, and her cool blues nearly glared at him in annoyance. What was he trying to say? She wasn’t sure if it was just him being stupid or her own hearing failing her again. It took her a moment of studying his face for her to really register it for what it was; fear. Why though? For some reason she felt hurt by such an expression from him. “Why are you looking at me like that?” She asks him, her voice loud as if she were wearing head phones. “You’re going to have to speak up, I think I ruptured my ear drums with the mandrakes.” She said casually, almost as if she wasn’t even bothered by it anymore, which wouldn’t be true.
 

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Henry Chen
SEVENTH YEAR HUFFLEPUFF
"HEY MOM!" Henry called over his shoulder, stopping for a moment to look down at Rosa. "ARE YOU JOINING US OR NOT? OR ARE YOU TOO CHICKEN?" He laughed just then, until it occurred to him that Davi would likely catch up to him if he lingered around for too long. Henry sped forward, spinning in the air to show off and taunt Davi for falling behind.

"Slowpoke!" He teased his friend once he had steadied himself once more, hair windswept and sticking out in all directions thanks to his careless stunt.

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Piper stared down at the bench before her, vegetables scattered across its surface. All she could focus on was the horrible words flying between her friends like the sting of a Blast-ended Skrewt. She really hated to see them like this and being unable to do anything about it.

She clenched her fists tightly scrambling for something to say...To calm things down. Only Debbie was already dropping the knife on the counter and leaving the kitchen. She stared after her with wide eyes before glancing around the room. However the instinct to go to her friend out weighted her desire to help the others finish their detention. "Wait!" She called after her. She dropped her own tools and dashed after the Ravenclaw, letting the kitchen door bang shut behind her.
 
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Thank goodness the boys need to be helpful hadn't completely ruined her plans. This was her chance and having it slip through her fingers so soon...well it just wouldn't have been ideal. "I suppose we should be thanking you for lessening the work load," she said simply. She picked up a few of the cleaning supplies, deciding to at least make it look like she was working, she had to plan more without the risk of questions...

Juniper dropped her cloth in one of the sinks and slipped her hand into her pocket to check for the locket as she watch the little group spread out to clean. Only her fingers closed around a stale peanut intead of the locket. Confused she jerked it from her pocket, brows furrowed.

"Finders keepers!" A well known voice sing-songed. "Peeve's" she snarled glaring at the floating figure before her. Her plan sitting in the palm of his hand, glinting silver, just for her to see.

"Give it back right now," she said coldly. He just gave her his usual jester smile and flew right out of the bathroom his delighted laughter following in his wake. "Y-" She cut of with a startled shout as the tap in front of her suddenly blew off and water shot into her face, that horrid laughter seeming to grow louder for a moment before vanishing into the distance.

With an angry growl she moved out of the spray, wrath in her eyes. She clenched her jaw so tightly her teeth ground together. Without a word to the others, she stalked from the room, her shoes squeaking and clothes dripping. Like hell she'd be doing detention, she had a poltergeist to vanquish.

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It was as if some malevolent spirit were listening into their conversation, for the moment the threat left Alistair's mouth, the exact thing he had warned Everett not to do happened to him anyway. Something, or someone--for Alistair did not have an eye on the back of his head and therefore could not see the girl dashing towards him--slammed against his back, hard. It was so hard, in fact, that the boy found himself thrust onto Everett, inevitably locking lips with the other boy.

Alistair's mind went completely blank, almost seemingly unfazed as he stared into Everett's eyes. Immediately, he pulled back, coughed, then straightened his collar.

"Right. Yes," He said, still feeling quite numb over the whole incident. But as the seconds wore on, the shock subsided and in its place came absolute disgust. He blinked. Once, twice, thrice, several times. He shifted his gaze to the muggleborn girl and walked in the direction they were originally heading for, before Everett had intervened. In his utter shock, he had not noticed Delynn at all.

Vaguely, he decided he would head for the bathrooms first thing and wash his mouth with as much water as could fill a river.

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Rory Thomson
SEVENTH YEAR RAVENCLAW
Rory stuck to scrubbing the walls, though he was mostly preoccupied with undue anticipation. He kept his ears pricked up for snippets of conversation between Echo and Percy, but for the moment everything was calm as can be. Everyone had gone straight for their tasks, and Rory was getting impatient. He knew that sticking his oar in wouldn't do any good right now, and the waves it would make was just bound to swallow him in instead, so he kept quiet and kept to the task. It wasn't like this was unusual for him, and for now, it was probably better if he kept a low profile.

When he thought the day couldn't get any more uneventful, a shriek caught his attention. Rory found Juniper yelling at the poltergeist, who was holding a silver pendant. Immediately, the girl stalked out of the room drenched, seemingly intent to catch Peeves and get back whatever had been stolen from her.

Interest piqued, Rory followed her.

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Oliver let his hands fall to his sides, reason now finally catching up with him. The strange magnetizing power that Lynn had over him was still strong, but in the advent of Elizabeth, it had grown considerably more manageable. Oliver looked as if someone had just doused him with a bucketful of cold water.

"I--N-no, that's not what I meant," he looked between the two girls. For a moment back there, he had lost all grip on sanity. He wouldn't have known what he had done, and he was ashamed for jumping fast into conclusions that had no bearing in truth. Now, not only had he frightened Lynn, but he had also dragged Liz into all this mess. He could not forgive himself for that.

Lynn turned away before he could explain himself, and Oliver faced Liz with a most remorseful expression. He would have sat down and put his face in his hands, if Liz wasn't so badly injured at the moment.

"I'll take you to the infirmary," he said, though his face seemed to hurt when he said it. Just now, he seemed several years younger, his childhood self breaking through the man he had grown up to be. "I don't know why I said that, I'm sorry. I don't even know what I was doing. I could have almost... almost..."

He blinked his tears away, refusing to cry. Then, he promptly changed the subject, wanting to distract himself from what had just happened. "Does it still hurt? Can you hear me?"

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Debbie sat on one of the barrels that were situated just outside the kitchen and buried her face in her knees. It was embarrassing enough to have to endure Annie's remarks, but the fact that Debbie herself had lost her temper only worsened it. Debbie hardly ever cried. She took pride in her unfailing cordiality and thus never really found herself in situations like these. But there was a first time for everything. For the first time, someone whom she had considered a friend betrayed her. Nothing could hurt as much as this.

When she heard approaching footsteps, Debbie didn't look up. She already knew who it was.

Piper was already scrambling her mind to find something comforting to say that wasn't 'Are you okay' which was her first thought. The silence stretched for what seemed to be ages when Debbie finally looked up. Refusing to look her friend in the eyes, however, Debbie resigned herself to staring at her own feet.

"You probably think I'm full of myself now, too," She found herself saying.

Piper climbed up beside her with a sigh, shaking her head. "Not at all." She crossed her legs beneath her wishing she could help the girls to be friends again but after everything said it the kitchen, it seemed unlikely to happen any time soon. "I think...That maybe this wasn't the best group choice on the professors part," She offered. Only to end up blushing at her horrible attempt at lightening the mood, animals were so much easier to please and comfort.

"I'm just tired of Annie getting everything," Debbie said, the consolations doing little to improve her mood, though she appreciated Piper's attempt at lifting it. It made her glad, however, that at least someone didn't think too bad of her after all that happened. Debbie wouldn't have known what to do if she had to lose another friend. "I know I shouldn't be complaining about that. I should be happy. I just can't be. I've wanted to be Head Girl for so long.

And then it's like she never gets into that much trouble even when she does something wrong. It's not fair." Debbie sighed, increasingly feeling like a bratty child the more she talked, but now that she had let all her worries out, it felt like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders, "My parents are going to be so disappointed."

Unable to help it anymore Piper threw her arms around her friend and hugged her tightly. 'Pressure was meant to help right?' She didn't know, all she knew was that she wanted to comfort her better then her sad attempt at speaking, which she was doing now, damnit. "I think you're allowed to be disappointed and angry, there isn't anything wrong with that." She was beginning to pet her friends hair like she would when comforting one of her many animals, she hadn't even registered the fact she was doing so. At least...not until her fingers got stuck in her friend's curly hair. She stilled her hand, cheeks heating. "I'm sure your parent's will understand," She said softly, resting her head against her shoulder.

The usually independent and stone-hearted girl didn't think she needed a hug until she received it. Debbie leaned against Piper in turn with a sigh.

"You haven't met them. I'm in a lot of pressure to live up to their expectations because..." Because of our race, Debbie thought to herself, but decided not to say it aloud. She had already said so much, and talking about her parents in such a manner was uncharacteristic of her. It made her feel guilty doing it. "Just because things are a lot harder for us. But anyway, thanks. For listening and everything. I feel better now."

Debbie had already stopped crying altogether and much of her composure was back to how it normally was. She smiled at her friend, then pulled away, but something stuck.

"Ow, what the hell--" She cried out, feeling for her hair only to realise that Piper's fingers were stuck in her locks.

Before Piper could say a word about anything, her friend was moving, taking her fingers with them. "Eek! Wait!" She shifted her position, lifting her other hand to try and free her fingers without hurting Debbie. "Just...one second," She murmured determinedly, as she unwound the wild strands holding her fingers captive.

"Aha! There we go!" She said brightly, flattening down the strands she'd left standing. She dropped her gaze down to meet Debbie's suddenly, expression serious. "I'm your friend and I'm always here when you need to talk, that won't ever change. I promise." She'd never felt so sure or serious about any words she'd ever spoken before.

Debbie smiled, then suddenly a thought occurred to her. A thought she never figured she would seriously consider before now. She stood up, took Piper's hand, then said, with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes:

"Let's ditch detention. What do you say we go to Hogsmeade?" She grinned.

Piper didn't even hesitate before answering. "Let's do it!" She was to relieved to see her friend smiling again to even think about the trouble they'd get into.

And so, the two girls sped out of the castle giggling, renewed in spirits as they looked forward to a day spent in Hogsmeade.
 
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Jasper glanced at Ivar with his bleeding brow then back at Joan as he settled one bucket on the ground. "What happens in the closet, stay's in the closet," He said, dropping his arm around Ivar's shoulder. "Isn't the right, Ivar?" He asked playfully.

"Anyhow, we should get to cleaning..." At that moment a thought slid into his mind and made him smirk as he settled his gaze on the smelly Gryffindor before him. "I think we'll start with the worst shall we?" He said with a growing grin as he grabbed the bottom of the bucket and flung the contents all over Joan. "Bath time!" He said brightly to sopping girl.

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Joan Lambert
SEVENTH YEAR GRYFFINDOR
Joan raised an eyebrow at the two boys. If there was some kind of joke here, it had grown wings and flown right past Joan's head.

Next thing she knew she was doused in cold water. Her mouth formed a wide "O" as she stared incredulously at Jasper. Then, looking like she had been possessed, something glinted in her eye: a need for vindication.

"Oh, now you're definitely going to get it," Joan bellowed, taking the other bucketful of water as she stormed towards the other boy. "Come here, you asshole!"

The owls stirred on their posts ahead, as if the scene excited them, while Joan scooped up a handful of water and aimed it for Jasper's face.
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Jasper popped up both brows, a grin curving his cheek. "I thought we already cleared up the fact I wasn't going to hug you," He said, easily skipping back. Unfortunately it didn't save him from the water which splashed right into his face and chest.

He froze, gaze slowly dropping to the wet marks on his shirt then just as slowly returned to Joan, grey eye's flashing in challenge. "Oh, it's so on now." Having none of his own water left in it's bucket and Joan having stolen the other, he did the only logical thing possible. He lunged for the next best thing, filthy, shit covered, hay. Flinging that at Joan, in an attempt at a diversion as he went in for the bucket.

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(I hijacked Morrigan with Bubbly Potions Bubbly Potions ' permission as she is currently on hiatus)

Morrigan's earmuffs might have muffled Ash's voice, but it was clear from the expression on his face that whatever he was saying could not have been anything nice. The nerve of this boy to speak to her in that way. Wouldn't it be amusing if something unfortunate were to happen to him? She ought to teach him a lesson.

Seeing the boy’s earmuffs lying forgotten on the ground, Morrigan gave a meaningful smirk as she tugged at the plant from the pot before her. Out came the hideous little baby mandrake, squealing and squirming like some tortured thing.

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Joan Lambert
SEVENTH YEAR GRYFFINDOR
Smack.

Hay and owl shit now decorated the front of Joan's shirt, but at this point, she couldn't care less. After having been doused in vinegar, shat on by an owl, then bathed in cold water, this was nothing. But it did distract her momentarily, and she almost lost her grip on the handle when Jasper grabbed the bucket.

"No. You. Won't." She heaved, as she attempted to pull the bucket back, the water slushing and splashing in all directions. In a last ditch effort, she grabbed a fistful of hay from the window sill and threw it in Jasper’s direction, except Joan had misjudged her aim and the hay headed for Sanguine's face. Unbeknownst to any of them, the hay had the carcass of a dead mouse in it. Joan braced herself for the impact, as if she were on the receiving end instead of Sanguine.
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Ash wasn't expecting Morrigan's retaliation at all. After all, she couldn't have heard him anyway's...not that his words had been hard or rude by any means. Unfortunately he obviously wasn't a good judge of character or understanding how one reacts to a small comment and he payed dearly for it.

He had one moment of dread as a baby Mandrake was ripped from it's cosy little pot, his mind having a moment to unhelpfully register the fact he wasn't wearing any earmuffs to protect him from it's scream. It was safe to say, it was the most horrible sound he'd ever heard, striking right into his brain and making everything spin. The last thing he saw, before everything went dark, was Elise mouth.

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Jasper had almost ripped the bucket from Joan's hand while she was distracted, only the girl ended up gripping it just before it slipped free. In fact, this plan was covering him in more water then the girl's first attack had and had almost landed him with hay in the face.

Growing impatient with making no progress with the bucket and unaware of where Joan's misfire had landed; Jasper hook his ankle around the back of her legs, intending to sweep then from under her. What he didn't take into consideration was the spilt water on the floor and how slippery it had made the surface.

Instead of simply knocking Joan to the ground and gaining the bucket, he took them both down, hard and covered them both in the last of the water. "Well, fuck..." He muttered.

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Elise was stunned that the raven haired witch shoved her and equally grateful that Ash was there to stop her from stumbling till she hit the floor. She wouldn't put it past her - she had walked into things and tripped over air before. So somehow ending up hitting her head on the ground from a mere shove was likely. Twisting her head, she turned to give her friend a small smile before gathering herself properly and brushing down her clothes, smoothing them out. It was only then that she turned her grey gaze to Morrigan, her brows furrowing slightly. Dirt or not, shoving was unacceptable! It wasn't as if she punched or threw a pot at the older witch for heavens sake!

However, her brief musings were cut short when she felt a weight against her, forcing her attention away from her internal complaints about Morrigan. Shock quickly consumed her when her eyes settled on the collapsing Ash, a gasp falling from her lips as she hurried wrapped her arms around him, his fall dragging her down slightly as she kept him from hitting the floor. "Ash?! Ash!" She called out, her gaze worriedly studying his face as his eyes shut, concern twisting her features. The sight of his earmuffs on the ground was all it took for a calmer, anger laced gaze to flicker to Morrigan. Her expression went from fear to apathy to a polite, faux smile.

Adjusting her grip on Ash, she pulled his arm over her shoulder while her other wrapped around his middle as she slowly got to her feet, pulling Ash with her. Looking to Effie, she smiled comfortingly, "Come on Effie, help me get Ash to the infirmary." She called out, only turning to Morrigan after - addressing her last purposefully. The faux smile slithered into place, happiness masking her annoyance. "I didn't expect such as careless mistake from you, please be careful next time to pot the mandrake right." She emphasised her final words in reference to Morrigans earlier angry-filled insult, a smile on her lips the whole time as she spoke. Having said her piece, Elise slowly left the room, Ash it tow, to head for the Infirmary.
 
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Interactions: Joan ( Adrian Adrian ), Ivar ( Bubbly Potions Bubbly Potions ), Jasper ( Ghostly Boo Ghostly Boo )
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Sanguine agreed completely with Joan - she had been crazy but before she could continue her feeble attempt to see if Joan knew her eyes changed colour, if they even did, the boys returned. Turning her green orbs to them, a faint scowl twisted onto her lips as the sight of the cleaning equipment, her attention returning to the detention task and the smell that felt like it was burning her nose. At least, the vinegar smell of Joan assaulted her nose till a much more enticing one took up the entirety of her focus. Her head snapped around instantly, eyes caught on Ivar where instinctively she knew the smell of blood originated. A sharp intake of breath was all it took for her to quickly slam her hand once again over her mouth and nose before she twisted around and faced the complete opposite direction.

Slowly getting irritated, Sanguine forced her eyes to snap closed, her brows furrowed as she did her best to ignore it though everything else screamed at her to do something. She was far a from happy - though she had fed only a few days ago her lash out prior had a bigger impact on her than she originally believed if she was so riled up by the smell of blood this long after drinking from Wallace. Her teeth faintly pressed into the flesh of her palm, though did not break the skin as she let the feeling distract her temporarily.

At least, till something hit her.

Stunned, though faintly finding this situation familiar, Sanguine turned around to look at the hay that littered the floor. However, that was quick from her mind when she noticed the dead mouse laying morbidly with what was thrown at her. Her reaction was quick, her hand slipping from her face as a sharp, scream fell from her lips as she stumbled back a few steps to get far away from the small, dead animal. Her arms wrapped fearfully around herself, her eyes wide as she stared at it for a moment before looking to them. "What the hell!" She screeched, fear becoming annoyance as she looked at all of them with a fiery gaze. Ignoring the urge to simply leave questions till after she knocked the lot of them out - though given that opportunity she would probably of attacked Ivar, she growled before pointing around them. "I'm going to pretend that did not happen and you will say nothing," She threatened, referring to her scream only seconds before. "And we are going to clean so we can all leave." Sanguine finished, looking at them all angrily with little intention of giving them much of a choice.
 

Vio

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Roleplay Invitations
One on One Roleplays, Chat Roleplays, Not Taking RP Invites at this Time, Private Convo Roleplays
Posting Speed
A Few Posts a Week, One Post a Week, Slow As Molasses
My Usual Online Time
I’m always online, more active around the evenings. My time zone is Mountain Standard Time.
Writing Levels
Intermediate, Adept, Advanced, Adaptable
Genders You Prefer Playing
No Preferences
Playing Style- Passive or Aggressive
I can switch back and forth between passive and aggressive play style. I used to be really aggressive, but these days I'm really tired most the time or busy. I just don't have the energy to be as aggressive these days, so I like finding partners who I can lean on for creative input when I can't provide.
Favorite Genres
I don't have a favorite genre. I can role-play under any genre and I enjoy doing so. Though, I tend to stray more towards Fantasy, Modern, Scifi, Drama, Magical, Supernatural, and Romance (Yaoi/Hetero/Yuri).
Genre You DON'T Like
My least favorites are horror, historical, and western.
"Finders Keepers!"

Peeve's voice ringing out of no where nearly startled the red headed boy to death. Glancing from his stall his steel cold gaze curiously captured a fleck of silver hanging from the ghost's hands before it disappeared as he left the bathroom. What an obnoxious dead man, but he wasn't the type to feel sorry for people who clearly deserved it. Slapping a hand over his face he stifled a laugh when the blonde was blasted with water. It was difficult, sure peeve's was annoying but Wallace couldn't help but find his laughter infectious. Once she left the bathrooms he erupted into such a boisterous laughter. A rare occasion these days.When his laughter finally subsided he left the stall and couldn't help but sigh. Now they had to clean up this mess? No. Of course not. It's obvious the students had no skill in fixing such disasterious plumbing issues, and so he left to go fetch a teacher. At least he managed to clean the majority of the bathrooms. At this point there was probably only a few left to do now, and they could get those done while someone fixed the faucet in this bathroom. His icy blue eyes watching as Rory prowls after Juniper, but all Wallace could do was shake his head. What a creep... he thought as he walked off.
 

Vio

Lavender Love
Roleplay Invitations
One on One Roleplays, Chat Roleplays, Not Taking RP Invites at this Time, Private Convo Roleplays
Posting Speed
A Few Posts a Week, One Post a Week, Slow As Molasses
My Usual Online Time
I’m always online, more active around the evenings. My time zone is Mountain Standard Time.
Writing Levels
Intermediate, Adept, Advanced, Adaptable
Genders You Prefer Playing
No Preferences
Playing Style- Passive or Aggressive
I can switch back and forth between passive and aggressive play style. I used to be really aggressive, but these days I'm really tired most the time or busy. I just don't have the energy to be as aggressive these days, so I like finding partners who I can lean on for creative input when I can't provide.
Favorite Genres
I don't have a favorite genre. I can role-play under any genre and I enjoy doing so. Though, I tend to stray more towards Fantasy, Modern, Scifi, Drama, Magical, Supernatural, and Romance (Yaoi/Hetero/Yuri).
Genre You DON'T Like
My least favorites are horror, historical, and western.
Elizabeth clicked her tongue in annoyance. How pathetic, god what do I see in this boy... she thought to herself looking over Oliver. Then she shook her head with a disappointment in herself. She could have anyone she wanted, and yet this boy held her heart. It was sad really. Her eyes following Oliver's gaze as he tried to fix his newest mistake with Lynn, the red head running off in fear or whatever? Elizabeth wasn't sure having not been able to hear her as she left. The blonde pursed her lips once again. Now she was going to have to fix this mess! Thank god Sang wasn't as impudent as this raven haired boy next to her. She crossed her arms and shot him a slight glare when he looked so pathetic. The expression faltered though, and it softened. Then she looked away with a huff. "I suppose it can't be helped...." she mumbled lowly as an attempt to make him feel better.

Lifting a hand to her ear she tugged on it. It was really annoying her, but it would only be a inconvenience for a few days she assumed. Linking her arms around Oliver's closest one she brought him closer to her as they walked down the hallway to the infirmary. Craning her head so her lips were just brushing his ear lobe she whispers. "Just don't look at me like that again. Friends don't assume the worse in each other. Right?" The words were like ice that pierced the heart. It was clear that she was angry with him as her grip tightened on him just a little to emphasize the point. There was a bit of a pause, and then she smiled as if nothing was wrong. "It's annoying...kind of a dull sting..." she huffs again adverting her gaze. "Thanks for asking..."
 

Vio

Lavender Love
Roleplay Invitations
One on One Roleplays, Chat Roleplays, Not Taking RP Invites at this Time, Private Convo Roleplays
Posting Speed
A Few Posts a Week, One Post a Week, Slow As Molasses
My Usual Online Time
I’m always online, more active around the evenings. My time zone is Mountain Standard Time.
Writing Levels
Intermediate, Adept, Advanced, Adaptable
Genders You Prefer Playing
No Preferences
Playing Style- Passive or Aggressive
I can switch back and forth between passive and aggressive play style. I used to be really aggressive, but these days I'm really tired most the time or busy. I just don't have the energy to be as aggressive these days, so I like finding partners who I can lean on for creative input when I can't provide.
Favorite Genres
I don't have a favorite genre. I can role-play under any genre and I enjoy doing so. Though, I tend to stray more towards Fantasy, Modern, Scifi, Drama, Magical, Supernatural, and Romance (Yaoi/Hetero/Yuri).
Genre You DON'T Like
My least favorites are horror, historical, and western.
"Haha you look ridiculous!" Davi laughed at Henry's disheveled hair once he finally caught up. Of course he had to up Henry with a stunt of his own! Tightening his grip on his broom he pulled up, and the Spaniard boy decide to do a loop de loop to show off. Then there was a strong gust of wind that blew by, nearly causing him to loose control of his broom. Though instead he decided to ride it, allowing it to veer him off to the left. Once out of the gust he returned to Henry's side. "That was a close one!" He laughed.