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Post by intentional on Apr 12, 2017 19:47:39 GMT -5
this is a small group rp based off of the Harry Potter series, and all credit goes to J.K. Rowling for the series. the plot is based off the Breakfast Club, and all credit goes to John Hughes.
rules 1. follow forum rules 2. be active! try to post at least twice a week; if not, let me know a$ap rocky. 3. post at least 2 well written paragraphs 4. have fun!
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Post by intentional on Apr 12, 2017 19:57:55 GMT -5
“Screws fall out all the time; the world is an imperfect place.” — Bender Characters
[ Casey James Lane ] - [ 17 ] - [ homosexual ] - [ male ] Sixth Year Hufflepuff Prefect viridian. If one described Casey as the embodiment of a sunbeam, they wouldn't be far from the truth: he's one of those rare people who naturally and effortlessly exudes light and warmth. His nature is genial, lighthearted, and easygoing; he's the type of person that surprises his classmates with fresh-baked cookies, simply for the sake of making more friends. He's naturally inclined to serve others and will often times put his own well-being aside to help another person, all while. Casey's kindness and smile is the contagious kind--he can spread positivity in a room just as well, if not better, than the common cold can ravage a dormitory. Even though he looks to brighten others' days, he isn't exceptionally extroverted, and does show some reserved qualities from time to time; he's modest and shy with those he doesn't know very well, but it won't take him long to open up.
All that being said, however, Casey is extremely naive: he's been, for the most part, sheltered from the dark side of human nature, so his first reaction to any person is to automatically assume the best of them, regardless of who they might be. Though his innocence can be endearing and sweet at times, in this setting, it can be dangerous. He'll give away his precious time, effort, and resources to anyone who looks like they might be in need, since he's an incredibly empathetic person; he can't bear to see anything suffering, either physically or emotionally, and he'll feel plagued by guilt if he knows he has the ability to help and doesn't.
The young man has a deceptively small figure. Even though he stands at a decently tall height of 5'10", his frame is thin and slight--fragile, almost. His hands are soft and gentle, with long, delicate fingers. Casey's hair is wavy, shoulder-length, and a more brown sort of ginger color, nowhere near the vibrant, bright red that most redheads have. However, going along with the typical ginger stereotype, he does have faint freckling all over his body paired with sparkling blue eyes. His freckles are literally everywhere you can think of--on his cheeks, forehead, shoulders, hands, arms, legs, back.. You get the point, being that there are very few areas where his skin is unmarked. They're the adorable kind of marks, though, and only add to his unintended cute persona. To top it all off, he has a bright dimpled smile and straight white teeth.
In many ways, Casey is quite feminine, beginning with his somewhat unisex name. His frame, daintiness, and even the length of his hair give his appearance a touch of femininity, and his personality only corroborates it: he's mothering to his friends, often making sure they're well taken care of and happy before he even thinks about helping himself. His voice is markedly higher pitched than most males his age, and he's a bit soft-spoken, both of which give him this almost girlish and weak persona. However, because of his sparkling personality and work ethic, it's often overlooked and considered something that isn't too important.
Not surprisingly, Casey is the youngest of four siblings, making him the well-loved baby of the Lane family. His siblings are much older than he is, though (he could be considered a planning mistake by some more cynical people), with the last one in their seventh year as he was a first year, so he missed the opportunity to study with them. He's of pure-blooded descent, hailing from a humble middle class family in a quiet rural setting. Curiously enough, he's also the only Hufflepuff in his immediate family--the rest of his siblings were Gryffindors.
Casey has displayed an interest in both herbology and care of magical creatures as well as people, since he likes to work with his hands and his heart; it makes him happy to see things grow and heal and flourish, and to know that he had a role in their success. In addition, he has been quite successful, even exceptional, in his academic studies, making him one of the better-known achieving students in his House. He has a little garden of non-magical flowers in a window box outside his dormitory, which he tends to with care, since he has no pet.
likes: animals of any kind, the color yellow, sunshine, warm weather, sweet coffee with milk, wildflowers, giving and receiving kindness dislikes: grey skies, dark weather, mean people, seeing living things suffer [ Larissa Nova Watts ] - [ 15 ] - [ heterosexual ]- [ female ] Fifth Year Ravenclaw Cosmic Dust. Larissa isn't the tallest of girls within the school, but neither is she one of the smallest, standing at 5'5. Her shape is neither skinny nor chubby, and her body shows only the slightest sign of curves. Her skin is white, resembling the pale colour of chalk, meaning that in the summertime she often gets sunburn extremely easily. Larissa has never been prone to much acne and has remained lucky with her skin throughout her teenage years, apart from on her forehead now and then, but her freckles make up for pimples, anyway. Upon her pale face blonde/faint ginger freckles are splattered. In fact, freckles dot her entire body, especially down her arms, and it's hard to find a place that is clear of them. The fifteen-year-old is often self-conscious because of this, but still does not cover the freckles upon her face with makeup. Larissa's eyes are an icy blue colour, which go well with her skin tone and extremely blonde hair. There was once a time, when Larissa was a few years younger, that someone thought cotton was in her hair as it is so light blonde, almost white. It is exceptionally long, reaching down to her waist, and is the only thing Larissa likes about her appearance, and is the only part of her she spends time with - often straightening it and putting products in it to keep it neat and tidy. Usually her style isn't so extravagant, though, and the fifth-year usually sticks to a low ponytail or keeps it down.
Larissa is an introvert - anyone who had come across her could tell it, easily. She prefers to keep herself to herself, and makes that very clear within lessons - often keeping her head down, away from the commotion of more extroverted individuals, and gets on with her work. Within lessons, Larissa is an exceedingly hard-worker, but, despite her being within Ravenclaw, she is far from organised. Homework is usually left until late the night before, even if it is an important essay. This is why homework assignments don't usually get very high marks, and the only homework Larissa does is revision, but even that is short-lived, due to her short attention span.
Belonging within a family fascinated by magical creatures, Larissa isn't short of knowledge on the subject of magical animals. Due to this, she does exceptionally well in Care of Magical Creatures. However, she isn't exactly fascinated with the subject, and when she leaves school she aspires to become a writer. Although she may not exactly love animals, she personally owns a Bowtruckle and a Barred Owl, which she cares very much for.
Larissa lives within a family that owns quite a few animals, both magical and non-magical creatures. She also happens to have four younger siblings, two brothers and a sister, so things can get very crowded. Not often favourable of her loud, messy household, Larissa is eager to attend Hogwarts every September, even though it is not uncommon for her to feel homesickness. Her Patronus is a cheetah, and she is pureblood. [ Skylar Brennan ]— [ 16 ] -- [ bisexual ] — [ female ] Sixth year Slytherin Summer Rose. At a height of 5'5", Skylar is neither tall nor short, standing at a height that falls comfortably between the shortest students at Hogwarts and the tallest of them. She has a small and slender build, not thin enough to be considered hourglass but not quite thick enough to be considered curvy. She has relatively pale skin, sprinkled with freckles that cover her nose, cheeks, shoulders, and arms. Bright, fiery ginger hair spills down around her shoulders, bearing a major resemblance to a burning flame, especially in the sunlight. In contrast, her eyes are a stunning blue-green, the same color as the sea on a sunny day. Most of the time, she wears contact lenses, though at times, such as when she's feeling lazy, she'll slip on her glasses, a pair of bent and battered metal frames that she'd probably be less embarrassed about, were they in better condition.
Skylar is a highly intelligent and focused girl, the type that knows exactly what she wants to be later in life (She wants to be an Auror) and is already taking steps in her life to make sure that she gets there. She does incredibly well in the classes that she likes, especially DADA and Potions, but when it comes to subjects that she doesn't think will help advance her to her goals, such as History of Magic and Divination, she often slacks off, preferring to work on other things. She reads a lot more than the average sixth year, and often she finds herself blurting out corrections when someone gets something wrong; in the case of other students, professors usually let this slide, but once or twice her habit of correcting has ended up with her arguing with a professor and landed her in detention. While this habit may often make Skylar come across as rude or arrogant, none of that is ever intentional; the way that she sees it, it's more helpful to her fellow students to learn things the correct way than it is for them to make mistakes and believe that they're right. She's a bit of an introvert, and though she won't go out of her way to talk to someone that she sees in the hall, she is definitely not unfriendly. She has few real friends, but the ones that she does have are incredibly dear to her, and she would fight to her last breath to protect them.
Skylar comes from a pureblood family, the daughter of an Auror and an Arithmancer. She's the fourth child of seven, putting her right in the role of the middle child; her two oldest brothers are both finished at Hogwarts, she's got a brother in seventh year (a Gryffindor), a twin sister in Ravenclaw, a brother in his fourth year (Ravenclaw), a brother in second year (Hufflepuff), and a baby sister who won't be starting at Hogwarts for a while. She loves all of them dearly and would gladly go after anyone who tries to hurt them. [ Everett (Rhett) Lysander Montgomery ]- [ 17 ]- [ bisexual ] - [ male ] Sixth Year Slytherin intentional. If Casey Lane was the embodiment of a sunbeam, then Rhett Montgomery was the opposite. Rhett would be described as the embodiment of a shadow, or anything dark and cold. He may exude confidence and poise but inside, he is a dark teen. He’s the kind of guy that can falsely appear to be nice, but have dark intentions behind his nice deeds. He never does anything without getting something in return. He always expects payment for any of his deeds and you can expect he’ll collect payment. He is outwardly extroverted, but no one really knows what he’s really feeling or thinking. Rhett is only invested in what will get him to succeed in life, and he won’t let anyone or anything stand in his way. He can be very ruthless, even merciless to those who get in his way. But in an instant, he can be charming and can work a crowd if that means he’ll get what he wants. He does well in his classes, and is very smart. He’s cunning, shrewd and mysterious. But ones that are closest to Rhett (the select few) know how kind he can be and how courageous and selfless he has been in his life.
Truth is, he keeps his front because he is a muggleborn Slytherin. Especially to poor muggleborn parents, and Rhett has been abused his fair share. He’s been a witness to the darkness of the world, but he wants to rise above, in any way he knows how. Back home, he has a baby sister named Emmaline and his mom is named Lyra. Every summer he visits back home, he has a new ‘stepdad’, but the most recurrent boyfriend is named Alex. Rhett was adopted by his mother and her first husband, but he died when Rhett was 3 years old.
Rhett stands at the impressive height of 6’1 and has a thin, but lean build. He’s not overly bulky but he has his fair share of muscle. His hair is midnight black, and his eyes are large and the shade of whiskey. His voice is pretty deep and with his rare smiles/grins, he has dimples. He has slightly tanned skin with no visible blemishes. He has a couple scars on his face and neck, as well as throughout his body from his rough childhood and dealing with the numerous stepdads. His most noticeable one is a scar that cut his left eyebrow and to the side of his left eye. He has nice teeth, and a noticeable cigarette burn on his right hand.
He has the affinity for the Dark Arts (not surprisingly), and wants to be an Auror. He knows his fair share of pretty dark spells, and he is an accomplished duelist. He is an Animagus, in which he transforms into a white and gray pelted wolf (ironically). His patronus is a black panther. He is seventeen because he has an early birthday.
[ Florian Emeric ] - [ 17 ] - [ bisexual ] - [ male ] Seventh Year Ravenclaw blue blood. Although undoubtedly intelligent and curious, Florian's sorted house is perhaps not an entirely obvious choice. While he does fundamentally enjoy taking in knowledge and tries to perform to the best of his academic ability, he doesn't appear to care greatly for knowledge for the same of knowledge, and would prefer to cite more practical reasons for learning. He is neither exceptionally friendly nor chilly towards others, but if he had to sway one way or the other, he'd consider himself more of an extrovert than an introvert; he enjoys the company of others, and never ties of conversation, though the topic at hand determines how actively he'll engage. Sensible and logical to a fault, he is strong in his opinions and unreserved in expressing them. He sticks to his guns, usually out of the firmness of his beliefs but occasionally it really is only out of stubbornness. This gives him a rather argumentative nature. Contrary to the strength of his thoughts and beliefs, he's easy to drag into trouble. He might not directly seek it himself, but he's no coward, and often curious enough to see how things will turn out that he won't back down unless it strongly goes against something he believes in.
A half-blood wizard, Florian is an only child, with a muggle father who works as a professional photographer, and a witch mother who works an a book editor in the wizarding world. Standing at precisely six feet, he's of a rather scrawny build, with fairly pale skin and a slight reddishness always marking his cheeks, as if caught in the sun just a little too long. He has soft, wavy hair which is dark ash blonde in colour, and narrow dark brown eyes with long eyelashes. His face features fairly high cheekbones and a strong jawline, a thin and slightly upturned nose, and he wears large, squarish black glasses. Though his academic performance is good all-round, he particularly excels at potions. He has a slightly strange relationship with the field of divination, in which he seems to also perform well at despite feeling that it goes against the logic and reason which he holds so dear, and thus he contrarily praises and disparages it depending on the day (or even the minute). His patronus is an elephant. [ Nicholas “Nico” Szymanski ] — [ 15 ] — [ bisexual ] - [ male ] Fifth Year Gryffindor Prefect shades. Nicholas Szymanski is absolutely the type of guy who would take seven pies to the face and never complain. He’s compassionate, intelligent, tolerant, level-headed, and good-natured. His motivations are pure, but his natural dry humor is witty and sassy—although Nico would never purposely say anything that could hurt another person’s feelings without being provoked, but sometimes he just can’t help saying the first thing that comes to mind. Even if it may be wrong or hurtful.
He’s honest, at least. And unusually perceptive of those around him.
If Casey James is the embodiment of a sunbeam, and Rhett Montgomery hides in the shadows under a car until an unlucky passerby fishes him out with a broom. Then Nicholas “Can I help you?” Szymanski is the background character who watches the drama unfold in the distance with vague disinterested glances every once and awhile. Many students think because he is a Gryffindor that he is mindlessly headstrong, blindly brave, and loyal to the point of stupid. But that is not the case. In fact, Nico is wholly plain. He does his homework diligently, but isn’t the smartest compared to others. He’s reliable to the point where teachers assign him to work with a student time-to-time. And he doesn’t nearly get into as much trouble as one would think a Gryffindor would—it’s actually fairly improbable that Nico would intentionally cause problems.
He is neither popular nor rejected, for that would involve being noticed to be labeled such titles. Nico is the boy most girls go to for insight on the male mind. He’s always the best friend, never the boyfriend.
Due to his timid personality, Nico finds that people try to pick on him or take advantage of him, however, this is where his petty and angry side comes into play. If you p-ss him off, you’ll regret it. Regardless of what others think, he is not one to take anything lying down. Formerly a soccer player, he’s athletic and fast.
If you try to tell me Nico can’t silence anyone with just one look, you are plain wrong.
In terms of his nature, he’s a fighter but also apprehensive and awkward. His courage is internal, and hardly finds a physical form. But he’s not above a punch or jinx. There are many things he observes that don’t sit right, and yet he knows that everyone deserves better, sometimes holding him back with a bite to his chapped lips. He doesn’t openly fight, and sometimes fumbles in the hallway. He’s likeable enough that anyone who knows him would describe Nico as pleasant but distant, and lacks confidence because he’s kind of shy.
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Post by intentional on Apr 12, 2017 19:59:44 GMT -5
Plot
- a group of teens are forced into detention because of their various situations, and all are in one classroom, overseen by the two Prefects, Casey Lane and Nico Szymanski. - they get to know each other and realize that they're really not what they expected of each other...Subplots
- to be added Additional Notes
- the professors will be based on the 6th book/novel, the Half Blood Prince, with: Dumbledore as Headmaster, McGonagall for Transfiguration, Snape for DADA, Slughorn for Potions, Flitwick for Charms, Sprout for Herbology
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Post by intentional on Apr 12, 2017 20:00:55 GMT -5
Relationships..... is crushing on ..... ..... is crushing on ..... ..... is crushing on ..... ..... is crushing on .....
..... is dating ..... ..... is dating .....
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plotting page
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2017 2:26:24 GMT -5
[[ here's a starter for Larissa~ ]]
The Ravenclaw made her way to the place where students were to assemble for today's detention. Irritation whirled around inside her - she had things to be doing - such as homework that was due tomorrow, which she had been keeping off all week long. Transfiguration, Charms and Care of Magical Creatures. There had been an overload of homework recently, due to the fact that the fifth years had their upcoming O.W.L exams. Honestly, it would probably help if she got her act together and actually sat down and did her homework. At least, complete it before the night before in case things came up - such as this tedious detention.
Larissa made her way inside the room, nerves sparking around in her stomach when she realized that there would probably be other students here. Hopefully no one she knew, but there was no telling who'd be joining her that day. Finding a seat, the fifth-year sat down and swung her bag under the table, swiping her waist-length blonde hair over her back.
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Apr 13, 2017 3:18:41 GMT -5
//I'm not gonna really be rping til around this weekend, or the start of next week. Busy with my MMO doing a time consuming quest.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2017 22:16:17 GMT -5
casey lane. time: roughly eight o' clock a.m. It was a typical lazy Saturday morning for the redheaded Prefect: he had risen quite happily with the sun, as he usually did, then made his way down to the Great Hall for a quiet breakfast after changing out of his nightclothes. Despite the relative informality that the weekends at Hogwarts allowed, the omnipresent yellow "P" badge on his chest weighed unnaturally heavy on both his chest and psyche: he felt compelled to still dress in a presentable manner, even when he was technically allowed to relax. He couldn't help but feel somewhat out of place, further removed from the main student population, as he dined in his slacks and sweater, surrounded by sleepier kids still in their pajamas. He tried not to let it bother him much, though. Casey had woken up with an even more heightened mood than he usually did, which was quite a statement; this morning, instead of simply smiling warmly at passing students in the hallways, he made an effort to greet each person he saw with a cheerful "Good morning!" or "How do you do?". It didn't matter to him whether or not it was reciprocated--that wasn't at all where he had derived his exceptional sense of joy that particular morning. It seemed as if nothing could dampen his mood--the sun shone brightly for the first time in a while, clearing out the fog and gray that had leadened the sky for what seemed like weeks at this point. The rolling greens of the lawn glowed with a certain vitality, sparkling with dewdrops. And, if one listened carefully enough, they could pick out the light tittering notes of songbirds. It was a rare sight on campus, and they'd been blessed--it wasn't even spring yet! He interpreted it as a good omen, either a promise of improving weather, or good grades, or perhaps even some new friendships. Whatever it may represent, it filled the teen with optimism. Unfortunately, Casey's peaceful morning stroll around the hallways was interrupted by the sudden feeling of a heavy hand on his shoulder. The unexpected contact made him yelp out in fear and sort of hop upwards, not too unlike a startled cat. He quickly turned back to face whoever it was that had addressed him, his hand protectively over his chest.
"Mr. Weasley, I have something to request of you--oh goodness, my apologies, Mr. Lane." A low guffaw laughter followed the mistaken statement, which belonged to only Professor Slughorn. He didn't take the mistake at all personally, since the two gingers did bear a resemblance. (It wasn't a very strong one, though, and he personally felt that they looked nothing alike save their hair color, but Casey wasn't the type to dwell on it.)
Casey immediately relaxed upon recognizing him; the man always had a certain twinkle in his eye whenever the two spoke, and he got the feeling that he held him in high favor. "It's quite alright, Professor," he answered breathily, smiling back. ".. What is it that you needed? I'm sure I could help."
The professor dismissed him with a wave of his hand. "No, it's alright. This was a task I had saved for Mr Weasley." He paused, flashing his gaze upwards to meet Casey's. "Actually.. I hate to ask this of you, Mr. Lane, since there's so many things a bright student like you could be doing with your time this Saturday. But, if you could spare the time, would you mind supervising a detention for me?"
Slughorn must've recognized the look of doubt that crossed the Hufflepuff's face, so he quickly added, "It would be quite a big help for me. I've got a, er, club meeting that I'm already running late for, and then a teacher's meeting after that.. My day is incredibly hectic. Could you please do this for me? You only have to stay until, say, noon, or so. Until I come back." He paused, then winked. "Perhaps this'll earn you an invite to next weekend's club meeting."
That last bit alone was enough to completely convince Casey to accept his proposition, as inconveniencing as it was. The Slug Club wasn't the best kept secret on campus, but the few students he knew were lucky enough to be members were among the brightest in their respective classes. To be considered a part of that crowd was something he simply something he couldn't turn down. "Oh.. Alright," he answered brightly. "I'll do it. Is it in a classroom?"
The professor briefly explained to the Prefect where the classroom was, in Professor McGonagall's wide and bright Transfiguration room, and what the rules were: these students were to complete their missed assignments, without any talking or messing around whatsoever. If they finished, they were permitted to read from a book, but still had to maintain the silence until they were dismissed around noon or so. He described it as a sort of 'delinquent babysitting', which sounded easy enough to him. After saying his goodbye, he headed to the Transfiguration room, still looking somewhat bright and positive.
With some hesitation, Casey took a seat at the head of the room, and sat with his fingers laced together on top of Professor McGonagall's desk, waiting quietly for the rest of the students to arrive. He would mark off their names on an attendance sheet to confirm that they all had indeed arrived, and then he would close the doors until noon.
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Post by shades on Apr 14, 2017 13:38:33 GMT -5
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He's unseen for most of the day, and he prefers it that way. Nicholas Szymanski was used to blending in, despite the slightly scuffed Prefect badge that hung on his casual wear easily. It’s a motivation to get by without being seen, but inevitably he is noticed. Nico didn’t get Prefect because he wasn’t noticed, it was the exact reason. Never has he caused any trouble in school: he never participated in the DA (though he did learn many of the techniques through an acquaintance who did), did his homework despite the rolling frustration of Professor Umbridge from last year, and absolutely avoided Harry Potter and his friends at all cost especially when they sit around the fireplace thinking that no one is listening when they come up with plots against the Dark Lord.
Nico minded his own business and kept to himself. He is a quiet boy, but he is sweet. You’d never see how he cared for his classmates who had been bullied, but heard it in passing. More often than not, he went unseen. Except for one time when he embarrassed Draco Malfoy by a mistaken identity of being called “Potter” and still Draco decided to insult his house—to which Nico walked away, leaving Draco sputtering after him.
Personally, it wasn’t anything heroic. In fact, Nico hadn’t heard most of the ‘mudblood’ rant that Malfoy had apparently went on.
Focusing back on the task, he meanders towards the Great Hall for a early breakfast, when Professor Slughorn appeared out of thin air. Which was highly plausible in a school for Witches and Wizards, Nico learned his first year. So it came as no surprise when the new Potions professor bustled towards him in an out-of-breath huff.
“Mr. Szymanski,” oh no. He sounds like he wants something. “I was just looking for you. Mr. Weasley is busy with practice and Ms. Granger is at-ah a club meeting.” Probably working on a new ‘let’s make actively try to make Lord Voldemort hate Harry Potter more than he does’ scheme, Nico thought idly. Resisting the urge to roll his eyes.
“Are you listening, Mr. Szymanski?” Professor Slughorn asked, a hint of humor in his usually jolly voice. Can he read minds?
“Yes Professor,” Nico pauses, shifting from one foot to another. “What am I supposed to do?”
“Well you see, I asked Mr. Lane to monitor detention in Professor McGonagall’s classroom,” Silence engulfed between the two, and Nico raises an eyebrow.
“And?”
“Well, you see. I looked at the list, and it seems they appear to be an...unruly bunch. I was hoping you would help monitor them. A good ole’ Gryffindor the brave to keep them in line, right lad?”
Nico can’t help but frown. He’d never monitor detention before, but he knew how it went. He’d spent years trying to avoid being noticed by other students, and that usually meant passing off detention to another Prefect when it was mentioned. He thought he would accomplish the goal for the whole year, usually giving detention to Hermione Granger instead.
“I could—”
“It’s fine. I’ll do it. Thank you, Professor.”
He watches the older man struggle for words, as Nico gives a small quirk of the lips, fully aware that Professor Slughorn was about to bribe him with the self-denoted ‘Slug Club’. “Yes, very well. Thank you Mr. Szymanski. Run along.”
When Nico doesn’t say anything Slughorn turns on his heel, and begins walking in the opposite direction. Nodding, the Prefect in question tugs on the hems of his simple gray t-shirt, walking towards the all-too-familiar Transfiguration classroom and entering with a slight slouch and obvious frustration rolling off of him.
No breakfast.
And by the time he got back to the Common Room the fireplace would be taken by the usual crowd, leaving Nico to finish his homework in the shadowy corner near the boys dormitory with the light of the fire and a small candle to see.
He had been planning on a nice day. Had. Past tense. Now he was monitoring detention with a Prefect he vaguely knew and students he most likely didn’t know personally, but in passing.
“Hey.” Nico states when entering, looking completely casual to Casey Lane’s kinda presentable look. His hands shoved into his jean pockets, and wand hidden in the shoe of his converse. “Slughorn sent me to help because apparently you need ‘Gryffindor the brave to handle the unruly bunch’.” He shrugged, slumping in the second seat at the desk.
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Post by Salted Squid on Apr 14, 2017 19:54:58 GMT -5
((I actually kind of feel bad for Skylar right now. A Slytherin in Draco Malfoy's year. Must be the worst))
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Post by shades on Apr 14, 2017 20:54:15 GMT -5
[ Nico has Ginny and Luna with him. I feel like he avoids them though cause "Harry Potter is a mess" ]
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Post by Salted Squid on Apr 14, 2017 22:58:49 GMT -5
Skylar Brennan
It wasn't like Skylar tried to spend all of her Saturdays in detention, but with all the time that she spent there, an outsider might assume that she did. Though, she would certainly rather spend that time in the Transfiguration classroom than listen to Pansy Parkinson's long winded speeches in the common room-- the way that the other girl talked about You-Know-Who made her seem more like a Death Eater recruitment officer than a sixth year Slytherin who was too dumb to get out of her own way sometimes. It was times like that when Skylar was just glad that Draco Malfoy was no longer doing the same; the blond-headed boy had been mercifully quiet this year. She could only hope that it stayed like that.
But, even so, Skylar guessed that Professor McGonagall was sick and tired of Skylar taking every opportunity to tell someone else that you're doing that wrong (Especially if your name was Crabbe or Goyle. She'd let their wrongness slide once and the common room had smelled like dead cat for a week), and she most certainly hadn't appreciated it when Skylar had spent half of the class lecturing her partner about how they'd been holding their wand wrong. So that's why, after spending her breakfast with her twin sister, Tempe, at the Ravenclaw table, Skylar reluctantly turned her steps toward the Transfiguration classroom, a half-finished (and past due) History of Magic essay rolled up in one hand and a quill tucked behind her ear (Tempe always teased her that she looked like a Ravenclaw when she did that. Honestly, Skylar didn't mind that much). She'd dressed in jeans in a sweater, a Slytherin green one, with a scarf draped around her neck; the Transfiguration room often had a draft on the weekends, leaving Skylar to believe that McGonagall probably fixed it somehow when she was there and simply didn't bother when she wasn't.
With a sigh, she slipped into the classroom, tossing the parchment down on a desk near the front. A pair of prefects had already taken up residence behind McGonagall's desk-- a Hufflepuff and a Gryffindor, judging by the badges that they wore; each had their house's emblem. She eyed the redheaded Hufflepuff's badge for a moment, her mind itching with desire. The words themselves came tumbling out quickly after; she was unable to stop them.
"Hey, you. Your badge is crooked. Might wanna straighten that out a bit." She wasn't trying to be mean. It just bothered her, that one flaw in otherwise smart and flawless dress. She examined the Gryffindor after; he looked as if he were just about as happy to be here as she was. Good; she wasn't the only one who had to suffer, then, she thought to herself as she slumped in her seat, unrolling the scroll of parchment before her.
((This was bad. So sorry about that xD))
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Post by intentional on Apr 15, 2017 2:23:40 GMT -5
Rhett Montgomery
Rhett Montgomery was annoyed.
He had received detention two nights ago when he was caught taking a restricted book out of the restricted section. He’d been researching dark spells and various magical theory books. Madame Pince, the librarian, probably thought Rhett was up to something, as he was a Slytherin, researching very dark topics, and Lord Voldemort was still wild and dangerous as ever. When he was caught, he felt incredibly dumb, and almost cursed the librarian out. He was sent with a note, to Professor Snape, who’d given him this detention date on Saturday. Rhett rolled his eyes as he received his sentencing, and he’d left the room, annoyed.
And it was Saturday morning, the fateful day of punishment. He dressed casually, and a little haphazardly, as he was late in waking up and getting down to the Great Hall for breakfast. His bedhead had been tamed, but still very unruly, as was his clothing. His shirt was a little rumpled and unwashed, and his green and silver tie was loose around his neck. He didn’t bother wearing a jumper, nor a vest over it, and pulled on some pants and shoes. He walked out with his satchel over his shoulder, full of school materials that needed to be done by today so he could research other things.
He glanced by at the younger students around him that parted like the Red Sea if they were in his way. He meekly nodded at his fellow sixth year Slytherins, keeping up the pureblood appearance as he sat amongst his friends for breakfast. He smiled at the fawning, younger Slytherin girls before he dug into his breakfast, a tiredness evident in his eyes. It was his sixth year, and keeping up appearances were getting harder, especially with the Potter kid and his shenanigans with his goons and Voldemort. Many of his Slytherin peers were Death Eaters, and they were pressuring Rhett to be loyal to the ‘Slytherin heir’ and that he’ll receive whatever he wanted. What Rhett wanted was power. But he had conflicting feelings about the Dark Lord, as well as concerns of his own safety, considering he was muggleborn.
He finished breakfast with a relatively light conversation about blood purity and ‘mudbloods’. Amongst his friends was Draco Malfoy, who was being uncharacteristically quiet this morning. Rhett made note of that before excusing himself. His friends cackled behind him as he dragged his feet to McGonagall’s room, laughing at his dumb mistake of getting caught at the library. His head slightly hurt from the conversation at breakfast, and Rhett was tired of having to pretend being a pureblood, but he was certain that if his blood status were ever to be revealed, he would probably be killed by the hands of the more elitist pureblood families. He would be shunned as a Slytherin, and Rhett would probably have to go into hiding.
He pushed the thoughts to the back of his head before entering the Transfiguration classroom. The room was rather bright compared to the dimmed rooms that Rhett was used to, and his eyes squinted as he looked around the classroom, giving them time to adjust to the amount of sunlight. He noted the students that were also in detention, and there were only two girls at the moment. One was a fellow sixth year Slytherin, and he recognized her from one of his classes. The other was a Ravenclaw whom he didn’t know.
Appearances, Rhett repeated the mantra in his head. Appearances matter.
He then looked towards the front of the room and saw two kids at the head. One was a Gryffindor, and the other a Hufflepuff, and they both had the shiny badge that read the letter “P”. Rhett’s whiskey colored eyes glared at the two of them, instantly not liking the situation he was in. He’d rather have a five hour class with Trelawney than be stuck in detention run by two Prefects.
Rhett slammed his bag on the table that was at the very back corner of the room, the one shrouded most in darkness by the shadows. He sat in his chair and stared at the two Prefects before opening his satchel to pull out a small, black leather journal, ink and quill. He prayed that no one would bother him, and that others would get the hint that he did not want to talk to anyone today. Right now, he would be focused on his studies, and his studies only. He was not here to make friends.
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Post by вlue вlood on Apr 16, 2017 16:23:52 GMT -5
Florian Emeric Florian Emeric would not consider himself one of Slughorn's so-called 'unruly bunch'. He certainly didn't look the part: quite immaculately presented, especially given the more relaxed attire Hogwarts students donned on the weekends, and not a blonde hair out of place. While plenty of his fellow students would still be shuffling their way to the Great Hall for breakfast, sleepy-eyed and still in their bedclothes, Florian was wide awake, his dark brown eyes alert behind thin-framed, squarish glasses. He did not start trouble. He did not form secret clubs for defence against the dark arts. He did not pull silly tricks, or use flying cars as a school transport method. He didn't wander out of bounds or out of hours. He did his work and got good grades, ate a balanced breakfast and slept a solid eight hours a night. No, he wasn't a troublemaker in the most literal sense of the term, but at best he was... an unintentional aggravator.
However, just because he does his work, doesn't mean he does it with his head down and without complaint. For every potion, he had to question why the ingredients were what they were, had to argue the specifics of the instructions; for every charm he had to question the wording and pronunciation. He always felt the need to try something different, to greater or lesser success, and he was forever trying to wrap his head around all of magic that simply defied his mind's logic altogether. While a select few of his professors over the years had been able to appreciate his approach, in his seven years at Hogwarts he still hadn't figured out that most professors didn't appreciate having everything they taught scrutinised. Or rather, he had figured it out; he just didn't make the effort to change - even if an attitude switch would probably increase his good-but-not-excellent grades and shaky relationships with his teachers. And his relationship with the Hogwarts disciplinary system, because that truculence was exactly the reason he was heading to Professor McGonagall's classroom on a Saturday morning. Unsurprisingly, Professor Snape was not sympathetic to Florian's argumentativeness, and the punishments he issued were equally unsympathetic
Entering the Transfiguration room, he first noted the two prefects heading the room: Casey Lane, sixth year Hufflepuff, and Nico something-or-other. Familiar faces, but neither of them people he had any memory of ever speaking to before. Others present, as he glanced around the room, two sixth year Slytherins and a fifth year of his own house. None of his own year, then, at least not yet. They were probably supposed to know far better by now.
"We're being watched over by a couple of children?" Florian remarked with unveiled contempt, quirking an eyebrow. Alright, so there could only be at most a handful of months separating himself and Casey Lane in age, but in the small world of school, anybody even one school year down was, in the eyes of their upperclassmen, just a kid. That was, Florian theorised, why the second years always seemed like the cockiest bunch of them all, because they were no longer the bottom of the pile.
Tossing his bag onto one of the tables, the sound of the metal buckles hitting against the wood sounded his displeasure at having to spend his Saturday in (what he considered a wholly undeserved) detention. Rather than making any more to actually getting any work out, his narrow eyes remained facing the front of the room. Ironic, he thought, that the students who best behaved themselves had to spend there time here same as those who did the exact opposite. Prefect positions seemed like more work than they were worth, in his opinion; all they seemed to do was whatever work the teachers pawned off on to them.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2017 18:16:28 GMT -5
casey lane.
Although he'd initially come into this situation with a bright and positive outlook, as he always did, the Hufflepuff found quickly that his easy smile began to falter upon seeing these, for lack of better words, churlish students. He made an effort to look each student in the eye as they entered the room, offering a friendly gaze, and it dampened his spirits when it wasn't returned. These weren't the types of people he made friends with; he recognized a few of these students, particularly a particularly brooding Slytherin that took a seat in the back, as kids he'd given warnings in the past.
That being said, Casey was relieved when another Prefect joined him, thankful that he wasn't going to endure this task alone. It didn't matter that this kid was just a little younger than he was, nor that he was in a different house: the "P" on both their chests was enough to establish some kind of kinship, some common ground, between them. He was someone he certainly had a natural affinity towards, and it made him feel less alone in this setting.
"Oh, thank God I'm not alone," he murmured to the other Prefect, laughing lightly. He extended a freckled hand out to shake his. "I'm Casey, Casey Lane. And you are..?" He didn't quite intend on trailing off; he'd been cut off by a newer kid arriving to class.
Casey had always been known as someone who sought to find the best in people, even to the stereotypical Hufflepuff fault--but this setting and these people put him on guard in a way that he didn't even realize. That being said, when a girl around his age that he recognized as a Slytherin advised him to fix his crooked pin, he felt inclined to snap back at her. He opened his mouth to warn her kindly to watch her tone, but quickly closed it.
She's only trying to help you, he told himself. "Oh--thank you," he responded a moment later, flashing a gracious smile up at her. "I didn't realize that, um.. Yeah." The redhead moved to straighten his pin, finding that it had been nearly upside-down. Once again, he felt grateful. Maybe this won't be too bad, after all. Some of these kids are actually kind of nice.
However, he spoke far too soon--a Ravenclaw that he didn't recognize very well didn't care much to keep his tone quiet as he voiced a complaint. Casey's blue eyes flashed up to meet his for just a moment as he considered whether or not to address it. It was a hurtful comment, after all, and did he deserve it? Even though he knew he would've been justified in reprimanding the kid, he chose not to. It wouldn't do any good, and frankly, he wanted to get out of here just as much as this fellow probably did, and he'd prefer to have a peaceful couple hours.
Instead, he kept his tone bright. After clearing his throat, he asked in a voice just above his regular speaking voice, "Alright, is everybody here? I think so.. Anyway! You all know the rules, yes? Get your work all done, and then we can all get out of here in just a few hours." He smiled softly at the group of students in front of him. "Get some good use out of this time, and it'll be over before you know it." He hoped the encouragement would be enough to pacify some of these unruly personalities.
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Post by intentional on Apr 17, 2017 23:27:12 GMT -5
Rhett Montgomery.
Rhett had been the second to last person to enter the room, as a seventh year Ravenclaw sat down. Then no one else proceeded to enter and the sixth year Hufflepuff whom Rhett recognized (only because he was the only other redhead not in Gryffindor) as Casey Lane started their detention session. He snorted aloud at the older Ravenclaw’s comment, agreeing with him wholeheartedly. He’d rather face Snape in detention than be in one ran by a Hufflepuff. How insulting.
But then again, Snape had told him that it was Slughorn who’d be monitoring his detention, so Rhett wasn’t all that surprised. He didn’t particularly like McGonagall either — her classroom was too bright and the witch herself thought that Gryffindors were better than the other houses, especially Slytherin. He put his feet on the tables, not caring that it was dirty and just plain rude. He needed to exude his annoyance and his position as a ‘pureblood Slytherin’, and he didn’t particularly care for McGonagall’s classroom anyways.
But when Casey Lane spoke, it was deafening. His tone of speech was too bright, and his voice was a little higher than Rhett would’ve imagined. This Hufflepuff oozed sunshine and rainbows and everything good in the world, and that made Rhett want to crush him. Or at least annoy the guy. The Slytherin winced in the back as Casey finished talking, and his eyes glared at the Hufflepuff. And it would give him something to talk about to his pureblood friends. They always loved it when a student was tormented by a Slytherin. They probably expected him to make trouble as well. It would be easier since prefects couldn’t take away house points from another house, although they could still give them another detention.
Whatever.
Rhett set his feet back down and his chair landed onto the ground with a creak and a loud, intentional thud. He didn’t pay the Hufflepuff prefect any mind, and continued to elude the brooding theme Rhett had going for him. He had his wand pocketed discreetly, and he began to scribble something onto a piece of parchment. He then folded it into a shape of a bird, and blew on it, and it started to fly around the classroom.
It had a drawing of the Dark Mark and would move when the paper was unfolded. Rhett waved his wand discreetly so it would eventually land in front of Casey. Might as well get some fun in this detention session. Rhett momentarily wondered if the Hufflepuff would know what the Dark Mark was and what it meant, but in this climate, the Slytherin chose not to underestimate others’ knowledge of Death Eaters.
After he sent his paper bird flying, he proceeded to finish his potions essay and his charms homework. He always saved DADA for last, because he had other plans with the ‘dark arts’.
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Post by shades on Apr 20, 2017 9:35:56 GMT -5
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This situation is completely different.
Each student has their own lives and situations. He’d heard about some of them, vaguely, and with the help of gossiping Gryffindor’s, he knew about the others. In the days leading up to the surprise detention, Nico remembers noticing Skylar and Rhett in the hallway with other Slytherins: like Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson.
The Ravenclaw students he only knew by familiarity in the Great Hall.
The Gryffindor watched Casey Lane brighten up, and then deflate momentarily with a glance at the crowd, before once again he was his bubbly self. He couldn’t bring himself to feel guilty as Nico disregarded Casey’s hand. Instead he crossed his own arms, breathing out through his nostrils, bright eyes staring out at the gathered students lazily. His own attitude likened to the students in detention.
“Nico Szymanski.” He stated while thinking about letting his head falling onto the table for a detention-long nap. His feelings torn between utter exasperation on being sent to monitor detention and exhaustion of the school year already. However, nothing has blown up, become a swamp, or tried to gain his attention with a sickly sweet ‘hem hem’ that almost drove Nico to the point of snapping. Something that may even stun the great Harry Potter.
When he saw a piece of flapping, enchanted paper flapping towards the desk the Prefects were sitting at, sliding gracefully in front of Casey Lane. Nico resisted the urge to crumple it up and hand-toss it back.
“Well, you gonna open the love letter? Or perhaps his teenage angst BS has a body count and he’s bragging.” Nico muttered, hardly realizing he was quoting a Muggle movie he watched over the summer. His blue orbs staring out at the students passively, arms still crossed with a ‘I-really-don’t-care’ look about him.
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Post by вlue вlood on Apr 23, 2017 12:22:24 GMT -5
Florian Emeric 'Just a few hours'? Ugh. It was a few hours too many, however nicely he put it. Florian didn't find Casey's kindly encouragement conciliating in the slightest; he found it patronising, and made no effort to conceal his contemptuous part-scowl, part-smirk to those figures at the front of the room. He had noted the Lane boy checking his words before he spoke them. Was it so easy for him to inject such sunshine into his voice? That one was Hufflepuff through and through. Unlike his companion, the younger Gryffindor probably couldn't match his brightness if he tried - and he didn't look like trying was even a possibility that might have crossed his mind. On the contrary, while appearing passive, he was probably as displeased to be here as those actually being punished. Just some poor fellow with the misfortune of having crossed paths with Professor Slughorn, probably, although to Florian he rather looked like the sort who would tend to dodge his way out of such tasks - but then, what did he know? Perhaps he'd been enticed by some mention of the eponymous Slug Club. It wouldn't be the first time Slughorn had used that incentive, and it wouldn't be the first time it worked either.
Sighing audibly, he dragged his books from his bag. There was no point in sitting here getting absolutely nothing done. The only other choice was to stare into space, and that would only make time pass twice as slowly. Still, he moved with deliberate lethargy, like he just had to make a point of his antipathy. He pushed his bag back off his desk, letting it thump carelessly to the floor and started to draft out the herbology essay he'd been putting off.
In turning his head, Florian eyed the boy across the room, shrouded in shadows like some moody Slytherin stereotype. Which he probably was, given that any vague images of memory he had of him also included such unsavoury characters as Draco Malfoy and his posse. The twitches of fingers folding paper held his curiosity, though he was probably just searching for any distraction this environment might offer. His fellow student remained in his peripherals until he raised his head, watching the paper bird glide delicately to its destination. Though a slightly raised eyebrow and a tilt of his head that kept the goings-on in the corner of his vision, he worked slowly, his handwriting a slow, looping script that remained steady even without his keeping his attention on it.
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Post by intentional on Apr 28, 2017 17:38:30 GMT -5
bump :/
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