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Post by amberice on Aug 1, 2016 22:07:50 GMT -5
Oh, just fine and dandy. And I'm surprised there was much to hear about from Hawk in the two weeks since we last rped together. But yeah, everything's been smooth sailing on our end.
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Post by qυeeɴ oғ ɢнoѕтlιɴɢѕ on Aug 1, 2016 22:10:52 GMT -5
I didn't hear much I just remember she mentioned something. and that's good
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Post by amberice on Aug 1, 2016 22:13:10 GMT -5
Yeah, it is. We're doing really well.
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Aug 1, 2016 22:13:56 GMT -5
Omfg
So you know how in cheesy movies, the villain spins around petting a cat I feel like that right now
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Post by amberice on Aug 1, 2016 22:15:05 GMT -5
...why?
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Aug 1, 2016 22:24:39 GMT -5
Just a feel I got
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Post by Falling Rosepetals on Aug 1, 2016 22:27:39 GMT -5
holy smokes, i totally didn't just disappear for a couple of hours *sarcasm, da-da crickets chirping*
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Post by Rosestar on Aug 1, 2016 22:27:43 GMT -5
That's a good feel Wolfie
What are you talking about Rose, you've been here the whole time pfft
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Post by amberice on Aug 1, 2016 22:40:21 GMT -5
pssshhh, it's fiiiinnee, Rose, everything's fiiiinneeee
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Post by qυeeɴ oғ ɢнoѕтlιɴɢѕ on Aug 1, 2016 22:43:02 GMT -5
for some reason I'm tearing up....is its cause I'm listening to It's Over, Isn't It over and over again with three versions including the original?
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 1, 2016 22:43:08 GMT -5
shhh you were here don't worry c; says the person who poofed for a bit
aaa why are you listening to something so sad ;n;
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Post by qυeeɴ oғ ɢнoѕтlιɴɢѕ on Aug 1, 2016 22:49:46 GMT -5
idk for some reason I felt like listening something I relate to. I guess even after all this time I get the feels. to be honest it was this or Crystalline the Gumi song. but that has other things it reminds me of so I chose the lesser of two evils lol
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Aug 1, 2016 22:52:18 GMT -5
So stop listening to it
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ɴᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss
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Post by ℊℓоω on Aug 1, 2016 22:58:08 GMT -5
Adriene // The Slytherin Dorms
Never in history has a person stared so intently at a pair of socks. There was nothing particularly special about them. They were crisp white with a navy band near the top. It was the fold that amazed Adriane. Why her mother had spent her time carefully caressing the clean pair into such a ridiculously neat stack was beyond her. Well, regardless, her mother’s hard work was quickly demolished as Adriane pulled them onto her feet and then stuffed them into her Quidditch shoes. She flexed her toes a few times and stared down at the rugged leather, scuffed from the muddy walks along the Quidditch field. She was in full gear now, aside from her helmet which she always refused to wear. She was of the sentiment that if she fell off her broom and plummeted to the ground a helmet would be the last of her worries. Besides, it obscured her vision. Not to mention the fact it ruined her hair, which now was pulled into an artful ponytail atop her head.
A few fellow Slytherin girls muttered hellos as Adriane jogged out of her shared dorm and headed down the hall in the direction of the Slytherin common room. She stepped over a few trunks as she crossed through the busy green and silver lounge. It was the students’ first day back from holiday break, and everything was still a bit chaotic. Everyone was in the process of moving their things back to their rooms. Meanwhile it was the first time most of them had seen each other in weeks, so it was inevitable a majority of people would shirk their moving responsibilities in order to chat with their friends. That was all fine and good to Adriane, but she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the jammed traffic near the exit. While she waited for her fellow Slytherins to cease chattering she found herself gazing out the opposite window. The massive portal looked out into the Black Lake. Freshwater plants were all that was visible for the time being, that and the empty dark water for as far as the eye could see. To some it might be kind of eerie, to look out into the lake from one’s common room, but to Adriane it was oddly comforting. It reminded her of how safe and secure she was in the dungeons of the castle.
Finally the blabbering third years squeezed to the edges of the hall so the blonde could shuffle through. She muttered a sarcastic thank you before taking her leave. And then she was trotting up the stairs to practice. It goes without saying she was excited. Quidditch was one of the few things in the world she was unashamed to love deeply. It was the only time she found herself able to completely leave behind the thoughts and problems that typically followed her around like a dark cloud. No, on a broomstick she was free. And she hadn’t been on one in exactly fifteen days. It was much too long.
The halls were surprisingly empty. It occurred to Adriane that most students were probably huddled in blankets in their dorms, catching up on the latest gossip. It was quite cold. Thick snowflakes drifted past the windows of the castle walls. She didn’t have a full view of the sky, but she imagined it was a moody gray-white. She felt the urge to shiver. Perhaps she should have worn her heavier cloak, but she was too far along now to turn around. She didn’t want to be late.
One odd thing was that she didn’t pass a single fellow Quidditch player in the hall. The only paths she crossed were with the groundskeeper and a pair of giggling Hufflepuffs. Not a single Slytherin dressed in the iconic black and green gear. It didn’t even occur to her to be confused until she was halfway out the door toward the arena. It was then that she realized how thick the snow really was. It was coming down seemingly inches at a time, heavy and wet. Normally from the door she could see the rolling Scottish hills, the edge of the lake, and the forest in the distance. Now, however, it was simply a sheet of white.
“Adriane!” she swiveled her head around to find herself face to face with the team’s Captain, Earl Penwright. He looked surprised to see her, and that alone made the girl’s heart sink. “Have you not heard?” he questioned. There were a few snowflakes in his brunette curls, which he batted away with a dexterous hand. “I told Robbie to tell everyone, but practice is cancelled.” He saw the annoyance on her face and went on to explain, “Yeah, sorry. McGonagall’s rules, I’m afraid. Apparently visibility is too low and they don’t want anyone crashing into the towers.” He laughed, a bit sympathetically which made her more mad, but he didn’t seem to notice. “Anyway! I’ll see you later.” And with that he was off, doing whatever charming little idiots do when practice is cancelled.
When he was out of earshot Adriane cursed under her breath. Now what? She never had this time of day off. Her friends were probably off being buddy buddy with kids from their own houses and there was no way she was going back to sit in the lounge. There would be way too many people. With a sigh of resolution she settled on going to the library. Surely she would encounter multitudes of boring overachievers, but it was better than returning to her insufferable roommates. Besides, maybe one of her friends would be just waiting for her to come around and distract them from studying.
She was quite far from the library, and the trip there was too quiet for her liking. It gave her too much time to think. Any time she didn’t spend actually doing something she found her thoughts drifting back to what had transpired over Christmas break when she returned to her family home in Switzerland. Just thinking about it made her stomach muscles clench, and yet she couldn’t fend off the memories of her mother screaming and her dad shaking his head in disapproval. According to them having friends was some sort of crime. It just didn’t make any sense to her. Why should she be punished for actually liking someone? Her friends were some of the only people in the world she could be herself around, so why did it matter if they didn’t come from wizarding families? This was a huge debate in her family, it had been for years. Well, through first, second, and third year they mostly held their tongues about their disapproval, but every year since it had gotten worse and worse. It was her father who asked the school to ban muggleborns from attending Hogwarts altogether. Her own father. Because of her own blood it was possible young wizards would be denied an education. It made her blood boil. Anyway, a fight had erupted in the von Ecoff family the night before she got back on the train to Hogwarts. It was an ugly one. Everyone, including her brothers, argued against Adriane. It ended in her mother calling her a “disloyal traitor”. Even if it wasn’t true, the insult would occasionally plagued Adrian’s thoughts throughout the day. It was one of those that she couldn’t shake, one that she couldn’t help but wonder if it was true.
When she had arrived back at Hogwarts an owl was waiting for her. From its talons she picked a letter addressed to her in her mother’s handwriting. She had yet to open it. It was tucked securely in her cloak by her chest. When she felt fortified she would crack open the envelope, but for now it was a mere reminder of everything that could go wrong.
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Post by Falling Rosepetals on Aug 1, 2016 23:05:52 GMT -5
pshhh c'est belle! i mean that was beautiful (\;u;/) i will go and begin making my starter, yess i know i'm late sorry >u<
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Aug 1, 2016 23:07:14 GMT -5
Oh boydy boy
Lemme finish up my game on overwatch lol
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Post by Rosestar on Aug 1, 2016 23:12:33 GMT -5
(Glow, I was delighted from the very first sentence. Oooh, I'm so excited! Time to get working on a starter!)
(Also fair warning to all, I'll probably only have time for one or two replies tonight, I have work in the morning. XP)
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 1, 2016 23:16:33 GMT -5
( that was beautiful ;u; oh boy *cracks knuckles* time to start working on a starter
it's okay rose we understand cx )
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ɴᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss
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Post by ℊℓоω on Aug 1, 2016 23:20:41 GMT -5
aw, you guys flatter me <333
Yay! I'm so excited to read what your guys come up with! Yay yay yay
And that's fine, Rosestar! I don't expect we'll get too far tonight given starters tend to take a bit longer and it's already kinda late
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 1, 2016 23:53:11 GMT -5
Kiran -- //
“Oh dear, I may as well collapse from being affected by this treacherously silent hallway.” A light-hearted voice spoke, shattering the long quiet that had nestled into the halls. A sigh followed it, though it was obvious that whoever was speaking was smiling. “If only someone could pull me out of the misery.” With a small tilt of his head and the usual mischievous quirk of his lips, Kiran Langdon waved his hand once in the Slytherin student’s direction. His brown locks hung over his enigmatic brown eyes, though there was undoubtedly a streak of warmth to them that clearly made him seem more welcoming than usual. He even looked like he was in better spirits, though he wasn’t much for someone who was influenced by the happy chatter around himself that passed around all the students. Perhaps the reason for his mood was because he’d spotted one of his companions and that enough had somehow made him feel a little more comfortable. Of course, a million years would have to pass before he’d even come close to admitting that fact that he was glad that he’d spotted his friend.
The moment he’d reached the school, he’d been looking up at the white snowflakes that drifted past the other students and settled onto their hair, like decorations he’d mused, for a long while. His observant brown eyes seemed to search every curve and jagged tip of the school that he’d stumbled upon without knowing what he’d been getting himself into, back when he’d been little. It was strange, really, being back here again. Especially with all the things going on, with all the blood issues that were arising around himself. He wasn't unaware of the slow tensions that encircled him wherever he went, especially since the matters concerned Adriane’s father. Did he mind? Maybe a little, he’d admitted to himself quietly the first time he’d heard of the news. It’d made him feel strange, knowing that there were some students who were being discriminated just from being born different. And he was included in that category, too. But that didn’t stop him from talking to the people around himself. After all, he’d dealt with the blood issue long before the tension had started to grow, and it wasn’t like it hadn’t existed before. With any luck, things would roll the way they always had before. His smile faltered the slightest bit, though he was careful to let it return to his lips. Or not.
His eyes had picked up on how tense Adriane had looked as she walked down the hallway with her eyes flickering. Something had probably happened, he thought as he watched her put on an all-too-familiar expression — the one she put up when she was thinking. Things couldn’t be too pleasant with her family situation, he understood that much. He was lucky, he thought to himself, that his aunt was understanding even with all of her fiery temper blasts. Even though she was snappy and boisterous and quick to act, she understood how much his companions meant. And as such, she didn't tell him to stay away from the purebloods. He found it quite ridiculous, really, the way how the issue was already causing rifts between several students.
"Are you really going to keep on hanging around them, Kiran?" He heard the voices of his other fellow Gryffindor companions who had already seemed to dislike the fact that he usually spent most of his time teasing Xander about his mind wandering off in class, or that he put on his dejected puppy face every time Cassidy caught him left-handed breaking the rules. Or that he made too many bad puns in front of Adriane, or that he listened to Geoffrey's eager chatter when he had the chance. He spent less and less time with them, he knew, but if they had some problem with him hanging around other students even if they too were a part pf Gryffindor, then... well... "I'll stay with who I want," he remembered saying simply, leaving them with an exasperated and confused look in their eyes.
He allowed his eyes to wander around the vast hallways, wondering where the others were. Probably off and chattering merrily with the other students, he assumed. As much as he'd like to see them, he'd stumbled into Adriane on accident as well. I wonder how Cassidy is doing, or Ringo. Or Calliope or Mathys and Alexander and Geoffrey. Honestly, he still found it peculiar how he'd found himself caring for the bunch -- after all, some were from Slytherin, and there had always been some sort of invisible taut rope that seemed to keep them apart from most of the Gryffindor students. Knowing them, though, they were all probably fine. They probably weren't like him, wandering around the halls and distancing himself from the clusters of eager students. Actually, he thought as the faces of a few surfaced in his mind, maybe excluding a few.
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 2, 2016 0:14:41 GMT -5
( aaa thank you i hope i didn't mess anything up ;v; of course of course c'x sleep tight everyone~ )
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Post by Rosestar on Aug 2, 2016 0:15:31 GMT -5
Her parents had been wary about her returning to Hogwarts. It wasn't outright refusal, mind you, nor their typical ho-hum of 'there are other schools for someone of your high potential, Calliope'. This was different, something she had not seen in her Muggle parents before. They were citing quotes from the Daily Prophet. Her father must had read it and placed it back in her pile of mail before she got up, Calliope had pieced together at the time. "The head of the von Ecoff family requested the refusal to admit Muggleborn students, both new and returning, did you hear?" He had asked her, staring at her from over the top of his glasses and picking at his salad like it was some prop in a play. Of course she had heard it. That was only the family of one of her best friends, and her father knew that very well. "Perhaps it's time to send back to your normal studies. With this 'blood feud' and all." he said, and instead of the typical petty annoyance that normally tinged his voice at the discussion of her current education, Calliope detected a flicker of concern, wavering in between his sentences. He had dropped the subject after Calliope not very delicately pointed out that she was already enrolled for the rest of the semester so to pull out now over something that hadn't happened yet would mark her grades as incomplete, but she could still see that same concern hiding in his eyes. They didn't speak of it for the rest of the break. Calliope had traveled to the school in uncomfortable, but expected, silence.
It was like that on the train as well. She wasn't exactly liked at the school among those who were not in the Marauders, but she could feel even more intense glares than usual. From Purebloods. Their eyes followed her from the steps of the platform all the way until she was in her car on the train. Once they arrived at school, under the careful watch of the teachers, it had lessened slightly, still all too present for her taste. Only a handful of students had ever discriminated against her in all her years at Hogwarts, but they backed off easily. This was hatred that was supported- their views were encouraged, expected, from their families. It sizzled in the air like lightning on the verge of striking.
Calliope, while arriving at the school at the same time as everyone else, was the first in her dorm. Many of her fellow Ravenclaws were chatting, both in the dining hall and the common room. They were everywhere, draped over chairs, kicking their feet up on the tables. Nothing but chatting. She could hear the rumble of it all the way from the highest point of Ravenclaw tower. It was the same every year. Every student in the school, it seemed, absolutely had to catch up with their friends the second they were in range of each other. Calliope was unashamed to admit she would be doing the same thing- that is, if any of the other Marauders were in her house.
It was rare she had the dorm to herself. She had more or less dormed with most of the girls in her year at this point, and she knew their habits by now. The three she was with this year- Lisette Beamish, Melantha Perkins, and Andromeda Worme- were no acceptation. Lisette and Melantha were practically joined at the hip and were rather forgetful of everything but each other- it seemed every time Calliope would sit down on her bed, trying to have a quiet moment of introspection, the two would pop in, giggling their hellos and explaining how Lissy misplaced her pedant, or Mel had dropped her pot of ink and needed the spare. It was almost a miracle they made it to class. Andromeda, however, had joined every club she could, including Quidditch- she was a Chaser, Calliope was fairly sure. Despite the busy schedule, she always managed to be in bed the second dinner ended. "Need me night's sleep to keep up with everything!" she'd cackle, then march off to brush her teeth. It was quite draining. More than once, Calliope had considered sneaking off to the Gryffindor or Slytherin dorms- heck, even Hufflepuff. Not like Alexander wasn't in trouble all the time anyway. What's the harm in stealing away to another House's couch for the night? Plenty, she would have to remind herself dryly, and rattle off a few points in her head for good measure. She stayed put in the Ravenclaw dorms. Now more than ever did she feel the pull of loneliness, separated from her friends.
"That won't do." She said to herself. Her trunks already unpacked and her items scattered about the dorm in their usual places, Calliope pulled one of her journals from her nightstand. With a wave of her wand, the privacy enchantments fell away, and she snatched up her quill and ink and began to write:
It's the first day back from winter break, and here are seven things that I missed- 1. Adriane's confident aura. 2. Cassie's stubborn strength. 3.Ringo's happy spirit. 4. Mathys' earned loyalty. 5. Alexander's bright humor. 6. Geoffrey's rugged ambitions. 7. Kiran's quiet bravery. It feels like too long since I've seen my friends; it's understandable how these other students flitter and flock to each other come the beginning of term. I feel myself searching for their presences', however unaware they might be of this. But as much as I miss them, first things first- I have to in a few books back to the library that I had borrowed over the holidays. Fate willing, I will find them once I finish.
The usual tension lifted from her shoulders as she finished the short paragraph. "Better," she said, calm and in control once again. She had just recast the spells on the journal and grabbed her books when Lisette and Melantha wandered back into the dorm. They greeted her in the typical fashion, and Calliope happily ignored them as she stepped out of the dorms, traveling down the stairs and finally exiting the tower. Silently, her face it's usual neutral mask, she began the journey to the library.
(And that's all from me, I'm off to bed! Night everyone!)
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Aug 2, 2016 0:16:08 GMT -5
[ oh boy, prepare urselves for my terrible writing style lol ]
It had been approximately six years since Cassidy had learned she was a witch. Someone who practiced magic, or at least had the capability to do. Something that was, as far as she had been concerned, entirely, utterly, absolutely nonexistent. It was pretty hard to argue she was insane by the time she was running through the brick of a train platform. It was all so surreal, sometimes she still had to hold her breath and pinch herself, just to double check this wasn't some incredibly detailed, oddly long, dream. Nightmare? Either way, it definitely was not.
The girl had found Hogwarts was still just the same as it had been, only a lot whiter now. And colder. She squinted against the frosty wind biting at the exposed skin of her face, arms wrapped tightly around herself and Gryffindor scarf flapping behind her. Being a former resident of the American North East, she was no stranger to the cold or snow. Quite the opposite, in fact, so much so that she had missed it when she moved to Britain. Where she lived, it may have snowed, but never quite like back home. Thankfully, at Hogwarts it was laid on thick. She almost had suspicions that some devious wizard was up to this. She had to admit, snow certainly made for a cozy, romantic mood, at least in her opinion.
Now, you might be wondering what would make some mad man run out and about in this kind of weather, besides an overflow of sentimentality. Well, it just so happened that Cassidy was not having the greatest of days. She had moved back in all fine, greeted her dorm mates, and had been about to go searching for her friends. Sometimes she thought they were the only things to keep her sane and grounded in a world of magic. However, she had been greeted with comments about being a "mudblood" as they put it. Sure, she had been called that once or twice before, but never quite so freely. Hanging around Slytherin, one could hear the term a lot more, yet she was simply strolling through the hallway! And Cassie was pretty sure that she had whipped around quick enough to notice more than just some silly Slytherins gossiping. As she had continued walking, becoming increasingly more addled by the comments, she took note of how it was coming from all houses. Had something occurred in the wizarding world while she had been at home? She knew tensions had been rising, although how anyone could allow some of the things they (some of the more exclusionary pure blooded families) suggested to actually occur was beyond her. Since she hadn't been properly booted from the school, nothing must have been set in stone yet. Just a bunch of teenagers speaking in cruel tongues. Hmph.
So the young witch had ended up outside. Alone, since no one wanted to spend much longer out here than the time it took to jog between buildings or doorways. The quiet was comforting, though Cassie had not planned well for this little endeavor. Alas, she swore her toes were starting to go numb, and finally decided to return to the welcomed heat within the stone walls. Something about it felt less comforting than it had before.
Well that was useless, Cassidy glumly remarked of her outing, feeling hardly any better. It was the first day back from break, she should have been feeling as bubbly as the cheery chatter bustling around every inch of the school! Instead, she let her thoughts become occupied with a few, lousy comments. How mature of her. The girl chewed on her lip, rubbing her hands together in a vain attempt to return some heat to them. Put on your big girl pants and suck it up, Cassie. Go talk to your friends. I guarantee you won't even be thinking about this by tomorrow. Course, that meant finding her friends in the first place. A frown crossed her features. Hogwarts was a pretty spacious school. Better start walking.
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Post by qυeeɴ oғ ɢнoѕтlιɴɢѕ on Aug 2, 2016 0:17:55 GMT -5
before I forget I wont be on much tomorrow cause I have to do a lot]
Ringo was asleep when the giggles and whispers of her fellow housemates reached into her dreams. She rolled over, flinging a pillow in their direction as she groaned. The time difference messed with her even though it was her second day back in Scotland. She mumbled a few curses, some in Japanese and some in English, as she pushed herself into a sitting position. The brunette opened her eyes just as her pillow came back to hit her in the face along with some more giggles. Ringo glared at them but stood up in order to change into a long sleeved, white blouse with a black skirt and tights. Searching for her black ribbon to tie into a bow under her collar, she began to hum a song she heard back in Japan.
"What are you humming, Ringo?" one of the girls in the group that woke her asked, interrupting her train of thought. Ringo looked up just as she found the ribbon she was looking for. "Ah, its a song I heard when I went to Japan over break. Its called Sprinter." She smiled at them as she slipped into her black Mary Janes. grabbing her wand, and waved to them as she left. She had been too exhausted when she came back to find any of her friends, not even those in her own house, so now when she saw them she wanted to have her apple bunnies to give them. There was a buzz of energy as people returned and she smiled as she looked around the Gryffindor common room. She waved and greeted everyone she could, often stopping for a minute or two to chat.
When she finally made it out of the common room, Ringo headed for the stairs so that she could get to the kitchens. The staircases of Hogwarts still made her nervous with how they moved and all. The times she had gotten lost was too many to keep count of and the number of times continued to grow. After twenty minutes she finally reached the ground floor and she sighed with relief. The energy of the students returning renewed her own and she skipped off to the kitchens to get some apples to make her little bunnies out of. She smiled and nodded her head at anyone she recognized as she went towards the kitchens and by extension the entrance to the Hufflepuff house. When she got to the kitchens the house elves that work them paid her no mind as she found what she needed. It was something she did since she was a first year so they were probably used to it. After a while she had eight apple slices that looked like little bunnies in a little baggie. "Ringo usagi," she said in a sing song voice.
After Ringo thanked the house elves, she headed off to the library since it would be easier for her to get to and she was sure someone would be there. Sure enough as she walked in Kiran and Adriane were in there. "Kiran-senpai, Adriane-senpai, ohayougozaimasu! Good morning." She took out two apple slices and held them out for the two with a smile.
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Post by amberice on Aug 2, 2016 0:19:11 GMT -5
(when you finish your starter...then accidentally refresh the page... :'()
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Post by Falling Rosepetals on Aug 2, 2016 0:25:11 GMT -5
okay this will probably have a lot of typos, i just wanted to describe a typical morning, well a Xander morning that is. >u< Alexander/Alec/Xander whatevr you want to call him. Hufflepuff boy dorms-
Was is it really morning already? School wasn’t worth it. Nope, it deprived him of much need rest from finally leaving his house that was full of never ending quarrels. Slowly opening blinking Xander’s vision was met with different shades of brown and yellow revealing that he wasn’t home in his room. A sense of relief spread through him and left him slightly more awake than he was moments before. Yet fatigue still had its claws sunk deep into the tired boy as he attempted to get dressed in what appeared to be a sweater that was far too small for him. “Alec, that’s mine, oi! Wake up mate,” a voice called out to the sleep walker. “..psshh, what are you talking about this is my size..I..I can pull it off!” Xander sputtered as he began to regain consciousness. With sluggish movements Xander began to move closer to the mirror. Further inspection of his reflection proved that he was right. With a click of this tongue and a wink in the direction of the rightful owner of the sweater Xander began to slip it off with mild concern that his head would not be able to be freed after a few failed attempts of struggles. After the fourth attempt he was free. After much deliberation as to what attire would be best to debut on the first from holiday break Xander began his journey towards breakfast. Before even reaching their door that lead out of their dorms he spotted a small first year boy that appeared muttering to himself. “Ah, their still asleep, but I’m not going to go in there and wake them up,” the younger boy said with a slight quiver in his voice. “They can be kind of intimidating you know?” the boy said and then began to pace back and forth. “Who can be intimidating? The pygmy puffs? I know they seems sweet but I swear they can be downright nasty.” Xander commented. The small boy looked rather startled as he gazed up at the older boy. “What? No, not puffs, the seventh years! A boy came up to me and asked me to go and wake up his friends but-t,” the boy stopped. “I don’t think I can, too scared..” Xander tilted his head, “Ahh, tough, tough situation, how about this, I’ll go and wake them and you go get breakfast?” he offered. At his words the younger boy seemed full of relief and quickly nodded as he began his retreat to breakfast. Fully awake and with what some might call a bad intention Xander quickly returned to his dorm and proceeded to take a quick survey of how remained. “Hey guys want to see something funny?” Xander said with a full smile and eyebrows moving up and down in question. The others boy that still remained in his dorm gave him all looks of inquiry and curiosity. They knew just what it meant when Xander said ‘funny’ it usually meant that a harmless prank was about to be initiated or something along those lines. Of course in the end there would always be punishment, but it was always worth it. Well at least Xander thought so. After quietly creeping into another dorm full of sleeping occupants Xander’s plan was going better than he had expected. “Alright, let’s do this,” Xander said as he bounced on the tips of his toes as in preparation. “Who’s got the goods?” he glanced at the other boys that were waiting with eager faces. “Dan, dananana!” Marcel Farios voiced as he held up a small reddish candy ball. “Brilliant, which is it?” Xander asked Marcel, who merely gave a sly smirk in reply. It would be a surprise. Taking a deep breath Xander shook his head, “Get ready to run lads!” Xander placed the small round chew in his mouth and bit down. His mouth was quickly immersed in an overwhelming sweet sensation. There was a sudden noise that erupted from the boy’s mouth sounded like the whistle of the Hogwarts Express. It was also very loud. The targets of this joke was none other than three seniors all who quickly sprang up from their beds only to falling to the floor. All of the other boys who had been covering their ears as the noise resonated louder throughout the dorm began to run, with Xander and three very disgruntled seventh years at their heels. It appeared to be a rather lively morning in the Hufflepuff dorms. That was how Xander wished it would remain. It was a small bliss that Xander was hoping would last a little bit longer before reality began to creep back into this mind. And the reality was that an old altercation of prejudice had risen with what seemed to be a new force. Xander's mother had been the one to bring his attention to the matter one morning during holiday break. She had stared at him with those cold and piercing gray eyes that matched his own. "At least someone is actually making effort to take stride in this...irregularity," she spoke the last word with such distaste that it made Xander clench his hands into fists. He broke away from her gaze to look at the object that her small hands clutched. It was a copy of the Daily Prophet. There on the front page were the printed words that read 'Head of the von Ecoff family Requesting Refusal for Admitance of Muggleborn Students at Hogwarts.' Something along those lines, he didn't want to remember the heated disagreement that had followed between his father and his mother. Xander's mother had primarily wanted him to go to a school off in a different part of Europe before he had begun Hogwarts all of those years ago. But now it seemed that she was in full support of him continuing the remainder of his education at Hogwarts. If, it meant that there would be no muggleborn students allowed to attend the same school as her pureblood child. It left Xander with a sickening feeling as he thought of the words that had been thrown from his mother to his father. The latter of the two supported Xander as he began his own defense of muggleborn students, of his friends. With a shake of his head Xander threw away all of those negative thoughts and returned back into the situation that he had gotten himself into. The usual smile of his was on full display as he ran out of the dormitory and began to head towards the last place that his pursuers would think of him going. The library.
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