Hogwarts 1975

[Ardent]

Eczar

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There, half the former staff awaits them upon their usual seats at the great table, whilst the other half seems to have been replaced by unknown and unwelcoming new faces.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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Henry Chen

SEVENTH YEAR HUFFLEPUFF

The sky was overcast, rain threatening to fall at any moment. Henry sat on the stands with his good friend, watching Quidditch practice wrap up for the day. He spotted Debbie running to catch up with Lynn, broomstick in hand. Vaguely, he wondered what they were talking about. Further in the distance walked Joan, who seemed to have spotted him in an instant, her scarf loosely wrapped around her neck and flapping about in the wind.

He popped another flavored bean into his mouth. It exploded against his tongue, tasting metallic and cold. The boy coughed.

"Yikes, I have no idea what that was, but I don't want to know," Henry shook his head, face scrunching up into a look of utter disgust. He proffered the pack of Every Flavored Beans to Davi. "Want some? I don't have the balls to finish all these."

A group of other Seventh years sat nearby, chattering away. They were near enough that Henry could pick up bits and pieces of what they were talking about--something about the Ghoul Studies club offering 50 galleons to anyone who could find out the mystery behind the empty portraits. Henry's ears perked up. 50 galleons?! He'd heard about the Ghoul Studies club offering a prize, but he never knew it was 50 galleons.

"Did you hear that?" Henry's eyes widened with excitement as he faced Davi. "50 freaking galleons!"

Davi Cardoza @Vio

 

[lanabanana]

eloise 'lou' middleton

sixth year hufflepuff

Gloomy days were ones Eloise was not entirely fond of. She preferred it when the sun was shining and the weather was perfect to be outside for maybe a little Quidditch practise, or even just hanging around with a couple of friends. She could do those things when the sky was overcast too, of course. Lou just really preferred it when it was brighter out.

However, she supposed it gave her more of an opportunity to brighten places up herself. For someone so small, she sure packed a lot of energy, and a hint of this was shown with each skip in her step as she made her way to the stands surrounding the Quidditch pitch. She found that she usually found someone or the other that she knew sitting there, and as expected, the moment she got to the top, she spotted Henry and Davi not too far away.

Grinning, she climbed a little higher up on the stands. She knew one good thing to come out of gloomy weather now. It was perfect for scaring people.

Whether Henry and Davi would even be startled was another question, but she sure as hell was going to try it, regardless. She moved silently, coming up from behind them after having gotten higher on the stands. Most of the time, Eloise was pretty good at sneaking around. After all, it was a required skill in the art of pranking someone. Even now she made no sound. Not until she jumped down behind both boys, automatically taking a seat right there with a playful smile on her face. Whether she got them to jump or not, Lou was visibly in a chipper mood simply being around her friends.

"What's this talk about 50 Galleons?" She asked curiously, having caught on to the last few words of what Henry had been talking about before she had pounced on them like a predator. As she waited for an answer, she reached out, having to lean forward considerably, in order to grab a couple of Every Flavored Beans from the pack Henry was holding.

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[Bubs]

Anastasia Fitzgerald

Seventh Year, Ravenclaw

The embarassment Anastasia felt was unspeakable, and that had been thanks to the bloody student suggestion box. She wandered out of the meeting with the school body with an extra grey hair, which she had named: Henry Chen. He always had a way of getting to her in moments she least expected it.

This afternoon had been the most frazzled the Head Girl had been in some weeks. Her brow sweaty, and hair a mess from the nervous reaction she had of pulling at her hair under pressure. It didn't help that she had just sat through a meeting with the school board, and many parties of pureblood families addressing important student related issues... Only to be stuck with a bunch of crumbled pieces of paper with Henry's usually painfully written jokes and idiotic notions.

Although some good points were raised about certain measures needing to be taken by other members of the student party and her peer group. It seemed to be over shadowed by one her favourite Hufflepuffs.

Stanind out there in the hallways in her now messy state, Anastasia stared down at the suggestion box in her hand and grimaced painfully. Her pride hurt, and wept like an open wound. But, what was she to expect from the likes of that certain individual.

Her regular brown eyes held a sterness when they wandered out to observe the oddly overcast day. The flecks of grey through clouds reminded her of the reports of possible rain that evening. Yet, the clouds seemed to very quickly take the Head Girl's unsettled nature away, and replaced it was the normal composed state once more. Anastasia was grateful that she learnt siomply looking up into sky on days of uncertainty and nervousness helped her so much with the personal grounding and remembering there's yet another day around the corner.

Nothing seemed to catch her from the transfixed state of watching the clouds and world move above them. Everything, but sound of a stumbling person at the end of the halls. Anastasia blinked a few times to gain her focus on the hallway once more, and turned on her heels when she noticed one of her housemates in a bit of a state. It wasn't hard for her to put the pieces together of who this student was in a few moments: Ren Pearce, the blind sixth year student in Ravenclaw.

The Head Girl kept a rather casual way about herself, strolling in a calm pace towards the student with a little perdicament. "Ren, would you like some assistance? You seem to be in a bit of a state there." She spoke in a sool tone of voice, sooth as fresh butter when spoken as she lightly rested her hand on his hand. Afterall, when handling a vision impaired person, Annie learnt that the most apporiate place to touch them was by the hand or lower arm as a guide and to inform them that she was there and close.

"Would you like me to help you to wherever you're going? Since, it appears that the portraits are doing their disappearing act again." Annie said looking up at the empty frame on the wall, a brow cocked at the odd mystery.

 

[RaccoonKing]

Interactions: Lauren (@Bubbly Potions )
Mentions: Henry (@Adrian )

Rosa's fingers delicately continued to braid the red hair, crossing it over with quick but practiced motions. Her amber gaze studied the last braid she was slowly weaving into her friend's hair, a faint but warm quirk visible at the corner of her lips. When she finally finished the last one, Rosa tied it off quickly with a hair tie. Looking at the two braids she had formed, from either side of Lauren's hair, she quickly changed her mind and brought them to the back of her head, entwining the two into small bun before expertly pulling at some of the hair. Slowly, her handiwork became a Dutch flower braid and Rosa smirked – it certainly suited the happy Hufflepuff and settled the incessant need she had to make everything look perfect. "Nearly done." She muttered, reaching over for a brush to straighten the waterfall of red that was left to tumble down her back.

Eventually, she settled the brush down and adjusted some of her hair over her shoulders and the remaining hair she left to frame the Hufflepuff's face before passing her a mirror. "Now look, okay?" Rosa grabbed the second mirror that was scattered around the seated duo, holding it up so Lauren could see what she had created. "I wanted to ask you," Rosa uttered, putting the mirror down once Lauren had seen before she settled back into the pillows scattered around, her hands then reaching to a handful of nail polish that littered the floor messily. She had certainly grabbed a lot. Looking at a pearl white and a dark green specifically, Rosa studied them silently for a few moments before she continued, "What exactly happened with Henry? Does he really remember nothing? she asked curiously, though she had a feeling considering Henry denied it when they spoke weeks back - much to her irritation. Looking back to Lauren, putting the colours down, she smiled faintly. "Never mind. How are you though? about all this?".

 

[Ghostly Boo]

Ash Caster
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Ash headed out of the locker room after placing his broom inside. He'd just finished Quidditch practice, finally feeling like himself again after having a cloud of bitter feelings hovering over him since finding out about that stupid newspaper. Only his bitterness hadn't quite gone away towards Quinn, or Thomson for that matter. Making him out to be some fool, who had no idea what he was doing!

He sighed to himself, struggling with the lingering annoyance that seemed to be refusing to leave. He lifted his gaze to look around the pitch for a familiar face, one he could always rely on. A warm smile eased it's way onto his face as he caught sight of Elise, her nose buried in a book. Chuckling to himself, he jogged towards the stand to make his way up to her. It took him a few moments to reach the top, the climb leaving him breathless from his quickened pace.

Without hesitating he made his way over to the Ravenclaw, climbing over the seat and dropping down beside her as he leaned forward to inspect the cover of her book. "Catching up on some Astronomy studies?" He asked with a smile. "Or just reading this one for fun?"

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The cold air brushed against rosy cheeks, forcing Elise to bundle the Ravenclaw scarf tighter around her neck and face till she was buried by it. Her wide, grey orbs were all that peaked out from the blue and white scarf and it was only to study the printed black text that lined a crisp white page. Her hands, mostly covered by her house robe, only shifting to gently turn the page – not willing to move faster in case she damaged a page. Behind her scarf, Elise's lips moved, miming each word as she read it, her attention far to absorbed in the contents of the astronomy book to pay attention to the time or the world around her.

It wasn't until somebody dropped hurriedly into the seat by her side did she jump slightly, widened eyes staring at Ash in shock for a moment before a chuckle tumbled from her lips. Settling her bookmark into her book, she closed it carefully and made sure it was secure on her lap before she lowered the scarf from around her face so she could talk clearly. "Just for fun! I can't wait for Astronomy Club." She replied, stretching her arms in front of her as a yawn tumbled from her. How long had she even been reading anyway?

Shifting in her seat so she was facing Ash, a bright smile decorated her lips, "How was practice? What did you do?" Elise quickly asked, curiousity clear. Though she wasn't that into Quidditch itself, Elise certainly loved supporting her closest friend. Thoughts caused her to pause for a moment before she furrowed her brows, "We have plans to study…aren't you tired? We could go get some food firs- oh!" Cutting herself off, Elise reached to her side where a wrapped back of treats sat – one she had put together for Ash. Grabbing it, Elise pressed them into her friends' hands with a grin. "I thought you would be tired so I got some treats to give you some energy."

 

[Ghostly Boo]

Jasper And Ivar
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Jasper looked over at his twin from his reclined place beside her, where he'd been boredly staring up at the sky. "I'm genuinely surprised by that girls willingness to continue being our friend," He murmured in answer as he pushed him up. He wasn't about to turn down an opportunity to do something a little fun.

"Ever thought she's held against her will by your beloved sister," Ivar made a quiet gab towards Cyrus, the youngest of the two reclining back against her brother. Only to be ignored by the pair.

"Bloody, finally!" Jasper said to his sister, his interest finally showing. "I've been waiting forever," He grumbled, breakfasts hadn't quite being the same without any vegemite.

"Of course, you two ignore me…" He stated with a dryness in his tone, if it weren't for the cold he had currently he'd be in a better mood— possibly.

"Not ignoring, simply not acknowledging such a crude comment." He flashed his friend a playful smile. "I could never ignore you, you're far too outgoing to go unnoticed," He sarcastically.

"As outgoing as the sunny day we have today," Ivar coughed sarcastically back at his Australian friend, rolling his eyes at the exhausting side of putting up with the Grey twins. "Damn this cold," he coughed once more, harsher than the last.

Jasper frowned slightly at Ivar as he gave another cough. "We should get you something for that…" He suggested, concern darkening his expression. "It sounds worse."

"Don't mother me, Jasper." The young boy crossed his arms over his chest, refusing to let his pride be trampled by a friend that was less than maternal in instinct.

"It's not mothering, though if you're going to be like that then maybe I should send your mother and owl," Jasper muttered. "Last time I try to do anything nice for you," He said without conviction, pouting and mimicking his friends 'crossed arms' look.

"You know Mor has very little she can do, she's muggle." Ivar's gaze dropped and seemingly became rather depressed at the mention of his mother. He really missed her, and being able to see her. It was clear that he was upset by how his English became to a level of broken English, heavily accented with Swedish.

Jasper felt his expression soften in response to his friends obvious sadness. "Ivar, it's a cold, not a wizard illness. Besides, just hearing from her would help you get better," He said honestly. His friend's relationship with his mother was definitely something special.

The Ravenclaw sat there quietly for a time, listening to Jasper's words that didn't quite help— maybe it wasn't just the cold getting to him. But feelings he was starting to develop… Ivar made no further comment about his mother nor made an attempt on his own complex affections. He scratched his scarred brow, and tugging the Ravenclaw scarf he wore closer to his mouth trying to warm him. "Your sister has gone…" he said trying to drift the topic of conversation.

Jasper blinked and glanced over his shoulder, surprised to find Ivar's words true. "Eh...Opps, she must have gone to get a broom," He said absently. He brought his attention back to Ivar, debating whether or not he should continue with his spill or allow his friend to change the topic as he clearly wished.

So he jumped on another opening, seeing his friend lifting his scarf higher. "Are you cold still?"

"Yeah, it's freezing…" Ivar pulled himself into a huddle making sure that he was warming himself with what body heat he had left. "Sweden is often colder, but this cold is messing with me…" he groaned in frustration.

"Here," Jasper murmured, shrugging out of his jacket without hesitation. He wasn't too bothered by the cold yet and his friend could definitely use it more then him. He dropped it around his shoulders, encasing him in some extra warmth.

It wasn't until he looked into his friends face again, that he realised exactly what he was doing. Heat suddenly crept up his neck and settled hotly in his cheeks. "Ah...yeah..um...that should help," He said, quickly settling himself back down beside him and looking away, cheeks still burning.

Ivar's cheeks flushed a shade of warm pink, he didn't expect this from Jasper. But, it was welcome nonetheless. "Uh, thanks…" He said in a bashful manner. Ivar could feel himself drowning in the musky scent Jasper Grey naturally carried, which only added to a warm and fuzziness that grew inside him.

Jasper cleared his throat, attempting to ignore the odd racing of his heart or his sweaty palms which he rubbed against his pant's in an attempt to stop it. "No problem…" He said thickly. He felt confused by his own reaction to the little moment. "Better?"

"Yeah, be-tt-er." Ivar stuttered nervously, as the butterflies fluttered around in his stomach. Maybe years of faking their romantic relationship to scare girls off had lead to this. The gothic boy nervously tucked himself further into the concealing jacket, trying to hide every reaction Jasper Grey provoked in him.

Running a hand through his hair, he flashed his friend a small smile. "Great, that's great…" He released a deep breath, his cheeks finally cooling, though his heart was still racing a mile a minute. "I'd hate for you to get any sicker," He said lightly.

"Getting worse would suck…" Ivar coughed into his hand lightly, before looking out into the field watching the other twin throw her arms around idiotically trying to get her brother's attention. "It seems your sister wants your presences, don't worry. I should be fine, after all, what would we do if you lost your wing-man." He smiled with rosy cheeks, the smallest lint from his blue scarf found itself caught in his lip piercing.

Jasper blinked a little, his attention being drawn away to the waving idiot below. He felt a small, irrational spark of annoyance toward his sister in that moment. Something he definitely had no explanation for. He gave a soft huff and climb to his feet, looking down at his friend. "I'd better see to that…" He said somewhat reluctantly.

He flashed his friend a smile as he leaned forward, lightly freeing the lint from his piercing, thumb lightly brushing his lip in the process. "I'd definitely be lost without you around Ivar," He said lightly as he drew himself back.

"Now Cyrus," He said with a huff quickly heading off to go down to his sister. A warm feeling settling inside him, his mind lingering a moment longer on the thought of Ivar's lips before he forced it away not giving himself the chance to start blushing again. No way was he giving his sister an opening to tease him.

Ivar couldn't help but flush a deep tomato red at the memory of Jasper's warm fingertips tracing over his lips, and removing the lint from the piercing bar. It was so gentle, yet such a tease. How the Ravenclaw wished he could pull the other boy into a warm and tender kiss— but that confidence wasn't something he had ever mustered, so he just watched the boy he secretly admired wander off across the Quidditch pitch to meet his twin sister.

 

[Ghostly Boo]

Ash Caster​

"That reminds me..." Ash murmured thoughtfully. "I found a great book on potion theories that I thought you might enjoy, I found it quite entertaining," He said with a smile. He enjoyed sharing books with Elise then spending time just talking about them. His best friend always had something to say, weather good or bad, he always enjoyed her opinion.

His smile grew as he recalled his practice. Quidditch was something he'd always been proud of and quite confident in. "Great! I'm getting much faster," He said brightly. "The snitch won't stand a chance in the next match."

Before he had a chance to say a word Elise was pressing a pack of treats into his hand, making him smile all over again. Sometimes she left him smiling so much, his cheeks hurt later. He honestly couldn't have asked for a better friend, none of his other's even came close. "I have no idea what I'd do without you, Elise," He said warmly, opening up his treats.

Feeling a slight pang of hunger, he immediately ate one. "Here, you have one too," He said warmly, placing one in her hand with a smile. "We can find a place to study when you're ready," He offered once he'd finished chewing. "I left my things at the bottom of the steps ready to go."

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[RaccoonKing]

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Interactions: Ash (@Ghostly Boo )
Mentions: None

Elise's smile only widened when Ash brightened up, her happiness rising when she noted the passion within her friend's voice. How could she not be influenced by her friend's passion when speaking about something he loved. She always enjoyed when others spoke passionately – especially when it came to Ash talking about Quidditch. Elise still failed to see why it was fun though. "I'm sure you will smash it, Ash! I'll come to the next game and cheer you on!"

Watching him open his treats, Elise couldn't help the rush of red that stained her pale cheeks quickly. Though she knew he liked Persephone, she couldn't stop her own feelings, just bury them. To hide the blush, Elise hurried buried her face into her scarf once more – the heat from her cheeks yet to fade. "Of course, we are best friends," for a moment, those words were painful to say but she continued nonetheless, "I don't know what I'd do with you either. Its what we do right?"

Elise only looked up, her blush having calmed till a light pink hue as he passed her one over, a smile back again on her lips. Putting it into her mouth, Elise reached over and took Ash's hand, pulling him up to stand with a huff as she quickly finished the small candy. "Thank you! Anyway, we should go – we need to study, and I want to see this new potion book!" Elise headed down to the steps of the stands, heading with a large grin on her lips. After all the drama that had seemed to happen lately she was just glad to be back to a routine. "What class do you need to study for the most? I'll help you!"

 

[Ghostly Boo]

Ash Caster​

"Right!" Ash said happily, completely unaware of his best friends feelings, thinking nothing of her pink cheeks except a reaction to the chilly air. He immediately accepted her hand as he got to his feet, giving her fingers a gentle squeeze. He released her hand to tuck the pack of treats into one of his deeper robe pockets and then quickly went after her as she started down. "I made sure to bring it with me," He assured her with a smile in his tone as he followed behind her.

Elise was the only one who helped him forget about his embarrassment and anger over the whole Mandrake situation. Being around her and her brightness, always slid away those thoughts like a wave. "Probably Charms, I've fallen a little behind," He admitted. When they reached the bottom he moved around the back of the steps to collect his bag of books, paper and ink and quill. "Where do you want to study today? Library, by the lake, the court yard or..." He trailed off, leaving the last place for her to fill in and decide.


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Interactions: Elise Campbell @Sanguine Fox

 

[RaccoonKing]

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Interactions: Ash (@Ghostly Boo )
Mentions: None

Despite having been the one to take his hand, Elise couldn't help but to focus on it when she felt his grip tighten slightly. Her cheeks brightened slightly but she continued to try and bury it, along with nudging her scarf up slightly to keep it covering the bottom half of her face. Muffled words were better than having to explain why she was so flushed. "Really? I can't wait! I've been meaning to try and find some more lately…I should really go buy some more books sooner or later. I'm re-reading some- though they are amazing so…" Her ramblings luckily, seemed to distract her from her own feelings right now.

Reaching the bottom, she released his hand and buried them into her pockets to keep them warm, her grin ever presents once more. "I see…I've read ahead mostly so I should be able to help you. We will definitely need your books though." Elise muttered, her brows furrowing as her mind began to work, creating a plan for their studying to help her friend. "We should have enough time to study... Counting in time for breaks…" She continued to mumble, only pausing to smile back over at Ash. "It's a bit cold – we could head to the library or find another quiet space inside to work? You've been training as well so we should get you more food than just the sweets -that's not healthy. Food first then we can study."

Reaching round she entwined her arm with his, locking arms at the elbow as she headed towards the school once more, smiling softly. "I need to get some supplies soon and more books probably, do you want to come with?"

 

[Ghostly Boo]

Ash Caster​

"Well, you know you're always welcome to any of my books," Ash immediately said. He'd never hesitated in sharing his books with her. Shouldering his bag as he came back around to listen to everything Elise had to say, his eyes lighting up with affection as she began to ramble out their study plan. "I am hungry, so that sound's like a good plan," He agreed. "I'm also happy to study anywhere," He said with a smile.

He offered no resistance to Elise as she looped their arms together, he just patted her arm with his other hand and let her lead the way, a smile still tugging at his lips. "Oh! I'll definitely join, I also have a few things I need to get. But it would be great to just take the chance to hang out together." He felt like he'd hardly been seeing her. Which was understandable given she was a year above him and they shared no classes together, but he still missed seeing his friend.

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[Mook-LandStrider]

Delynn Von Kronig

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Leaving Quidditch
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@Adrian
@Vio

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Walking from the field Lynn heard a set of footsteps coming up behind her. Slowing her pace for a moment the person quickly caught up. Seeing Deborah at her side Lynn didn't know what to say. Though, she felt that Deb would probably say something first. Luckily for Lynn she did. Listening to Deborah Lynn couldn't help but smirk. "So you think im weak?" Lynn asked without any distaste in her mouth. Letting out a small giggle Lynn looked over "I dont see anything wrong with appearing weak. Im not an offensive individual, I believe in a scorched defense. I'd explain it but you are an opposing team and I love being a surprise." Lynn spoke

"Dont take that the wrong way though. I just don't like to... well nevermind." Lynn mumbled out. Hearing another set of footsteps in front of her Lynn recognized the noise of the persons gait. Tensing up slightly Lynn mentally prepared herself for who it was.

 

[Esmeray]

The heels of black combat boots thump against the floor, a skirt in gryffindor colors swish against hosed legs, long blonde locks dance against her shoulders as the one and only Elizabeth Hawthorn traverses the hall of Hogwarts. She approaches the entrance that leads out into the quidditch field, and her manicured digits grip the knob to unlatch the door. Opening it she steps outside, and she sees her. That hideous auburn hair, green eyes, and dressed in the uniform for the ravenclaw quidditch team. Lynn standing there next to Deborah like a deer in head lights. Liz's mind can't help but remember the scene she had happened across just three weeks ago. It was like it had been seared into her mind. "I'm attracted to you..." the sound of Ollie's voice distorted in her own memory, and then the LIES he resorted to just a few days after. As if she was fucking stupid. As if she wouldn't know. A low hiss fell off Elizabeth's lips, and in that moment she very much blamed this woman. Oliver is HER'S, and the sheer audacity this girl had to slither her way between them left the vampire seething. This vile temptress was the reason her Oliver would so much as even dare lie to her. Wasn't she? To Elizabeth she sure was, and with out a doubt. The gryffindor woman could feel the heat rising in her, and Liz finally snapped. She didn't care about the consequences. She didn't care who saw. Her steel blue gaze finally flickered to a vibrant red as she clenched her hands into fists. If Oliver and Sang could get away with people knowing then she could too! Very clearly on a war path the blonde made a straight bee line to Delynn and Deborah. With out warning she grips Delynn's shirt and pulls her forward towards the door. "Well well, I had come here to see Davi but it seems I caught myself a real treat instead. Lucky me." her glossy painted lips curl up into what could only be described as viciously menacing smile. Her words were honeyed, but oozed venom. With out even giving Deborah a second glance she starts to corral Lynn inside away from any prying eyes. Though she does address the woman. "Don't mind us Deborah, I'm just following a lead on a new story for the newspaper." It was a lie, but a damn good one that would be easy to believe.

 

[Ardent]

Rory Thomson

SEVENTH YEAR RAVENCLAW

Rory had just left the library after organizing some things for the newspaper club when he happened upon William in the hallway. Their relationship was, suffice it to say, complicated. Back when Rory didn't have the newspaper club to occupy his time, he had William. Poor, unsuspecting Will who believed he was making a friend, when in reality Rory was simply using the boy for his own amusement. It was when he met Will that he discovered the power of words and influence, and how much people truly cared what other people had to say about them.

"On your way to the library?" Rory smiled at the boy, so genuinely one would almost be deceived by this outward friendliness. Then, his smile faltered, and he looked almost to the point of tears. "It's packed with people, and some of them have been whispering. Don't listen to any of them. They're lying."

He paused just then, hesitating, then gingerly he placed a hand on Will's arm. "Come with me instead. I hear there's a competition going on. 50 galleon prize, and all we need to do is find out what happened to the empty portraits. How about it?"

@lanabanana

 

[Ardent]

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ALISTAIR BLACKBOURNE​

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It had been four weeks. Four weeks and Effie had mostly been ignoring him. It hardly broached his mind in the beginning. They were in different years after all, and different houses. Not to mention Alistair was busy juggling Quidditch, Head Boy duties, and school work on top of all the drama he had somehow managed to burrow himself into. And yet, this felt different. This wasn't just one of those instances where real life was getting in the way of his relationships. No. It was something else. Effie had been avoiding him.

The thought occurred to him just today. He couldn't remember what brought it about. He just suddenly realized he missed the young girl's presence and began to wonder what she had been up to this entire time. Alistair decided he would find her and talk to her... and find out what was going on. But where could she be?

Alistair wandered in the hallway, searching, searching.

@Vio
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Oliver Whitefang

raw - jim williams​

"Sang, please, just stay for a moment and listen?" Oliver begged, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder. He took in a deep breath, as if he were about to go underwater, then the words spilled out of his mouth before he could stop them. "I'll tell you what really happened, okay? Just... please, don't ignore me anymore."

There was a hint of desperation and pain in his voice. This entire situation had been eating him inside out ever since Liz saw him in the hallway with Lynn. He felt ashamed, and that simple fact kept him from saying the truth. But he couldn't stand being torn apart from his friends anymore. Oliver didn't know how much he relied on them until now.

@Sanguine Fox

 

[Esmeray]

Once again Ren was left traversing the halls with out a guide. Neither Elise nor the usual helpful portraits have been around, and after three weeks of this happening to him he had realized that they always disappeared at a certain time. Consistently. His seeing cane tapping along the wall as he traversed the halls aimlessly. His seeing eye dog had yet to be approved by the staff, but it was only a matter of time now. The ravenclaw smiles smally at the thought of being reunited with his service animal. He so missed that dog. Unable to catch it in time his shoe catches on something left in the hall, and he stumbles forward. Gloved hands catching him, and keeping his face from hitting the floor. Though his knees did sting. "That would certainly bruise later..." he mumbles to himself quietly as he stands back up with his cane in hand. What he had tripped over not a concern to him, he just kept walking. With a bit of a sigh. He was so bored with out Elise or Lou around. It was times like these that he realized how little friends he had. Coming to a halt he leans against the wall starting to feel a little sorry for himself for being both lost and lonely.

The sound of a familiar voice perked him up though, a sort of look only a desperate person in need of literally anyone on his face. A feeling of relief washing over him. He certainly was a lucky one. His eyes only meeting the general direction of Anastasia's face when she got closer. Allowing him to recognize the voice too, having heard it several times in the Ravenclaw common room. He could feel her hand on his and he smiled a bit pathetically "Y-yes..." he says his voice nearly a whisper. Though the fact of the matter is that Ren didn't have any where to go, or anyone to meet. He was just there. It was times like this that made him miss...., he shook his head refusing to even finish the thought. Lonely was one thing, but he refused to let himself fall into a melancholy over things he had no control over. He was quiet for a moment, not sure how to reply to the head girl. "About the por...portraits..." he starts a bit hesitantly, "I've noticed that they disappear on a consistent schedule. Almost like they all have somewhere to be? The castle is big, they must be going somewhere the students don't know about." He suggests with a very clear interest in his voice. He was a Ravenclaw after all, puzzles and riddles were their forte, and he seemed like he wanted to solve this one.

 

[Dark_Psycho]

Dear Victoria,


I am glad to hear you're back at school, How comes the search and recruit? I am doing fine over here I await your visit soon and can not wait to see you. I hope your mother is okay, I can not say much more, send a new owl and your letter will get to me. Keep up your appearances and when I get out of here you will have a place with me my beautiful daughter.


Your Father,

Gellert Grindelwald


Victoria reread her father's letter over and over again. Her hands slowly traced the ink that was written in her father's hand writing. She had visited him in his prison paying off the guards to look the other way. It been a while since she seen him and missed him. She smiled for once at the letter. She took out some parchment and dipped her quill in a ink well as she started her response to her father.


Dear Father,

I am glad to have heard from you, I am all settled back in my room at school. This pretending to follow Voldemort is hard, your my Father and The Dark Wizard everyone should be fearing. I have the stone and found the elder wand exactly where you told me it be and the cloak is also in said beholders possession. I will find a way to get it then the wand, but I am also talking with a male I feel could help me with my task to help you. My mother is doing well, she asks about you often. I am doing good in school and I will keep you up to date and apprised of the on goings.


Your Daughter,

Victoria Grindelwald Grimm


She folded it up and put the wax seal. Victoria made her way from her room to the owlery. She picked a owl and sent it off to her father's imprisonment. She sighed as she leaned on the railing outside the owlery and sighed as she thought on a plan for her father, she had to watch what she did and said about him, Victoria missed him, she walked down the steps lost in thought, her hands keeping her sleeves down, so she didn't show her dark mark. Victoria had put on a long sleeve dark shirt that buttoned up and had a bit of cleavage showing. She put on skinny jeans, boots, and a leather jacket. Since it was Sunday she didn't have to wear school uniform.


Victoria lost in thought finally picked her ice blue eyes up from staring off into space. Her eyes looked to the footfall, that echoed around the halls. Her eyes landed on the owner of the foot steps. Alistair the seventh year she had a good friendship with, which was mostly based on their Mutual supremacy over half bloods and mudbloods. She wanted to ask him what he would do if she really didn't care that much about blood. She just wanted to please her father, and get him free. She was that much against blood Status, it wasn't high on her list. She had to ask but in a roundabout way.


"Hey Alistair."She said as she walked over to him. "So I have a hypothetical I been mulling over, been a little bored being back in school, you know not granted as many freedoms as we are out in the world. So here it is. What if someone that was close to you told you they weren't against anything not pureblood, but they couldn't really care less about blood, I mean like they still believe purebloods are above all else, but not a supremacist like ourselves?"She asked him. She made sure not to implicate herself if anything she throw the blame on someone else. Or say it was something she was afraid her mother was just saying while she was around.

@Adrian ​

 

[Ghostly Boo]

Piper Ryeland

Seventh Year, Hufflepuff

Mentions: Pedro Giovanni - Megs NPC - Nibbles NPC
Interactions: Megs NPC - Nibbles NPC

Piper released a bright bubbly laugh as her Puffskein went rolling between her legs, a ginger kitten taking off after him. She would have intervened if there had been any signs of distress, but the both of them seemed to be enjoying themselves. The kitten rolling around the fluff ball, while said fluff ball, poking out his tongue. "Still kitty," She said with a giggle.

She climbed onto the bench, lying herself flat as she peeked beneath to watch the pair in amusement. The kitten currently had her beloved bet in her paws, kicking at him like a ball of yarn. "Enjoying yourselves are you?" She asked playfully, sliding her finger between them to tickle the kitten's tummy. She had seen this kitten hanging around more and more, in fact, she hardly saw her Puffskein without his feline friend.

She laughed again as her hand was kicked away by the kitten, who happily returned to licking the Puffskein then biting when a tongue poked her in the ear. Piper contentedly watched the pair playing around, blissfully unaware of the kitten's approaching owner.