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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2017 22:39:20 GMT -5
Micah
Maybe he was pleased with the change of subject, but it was hard to tell with Micah; the faint smile could've been out of politeness just as it could've been from genuine interest. His fingers continued to cling to his robes as if they were his lifeline, his nails continued to dig into his thighs in a gentle way.
"History of Magic seems interesting. As does Potions and Transfiguration," he blinked owlishly, "I've read the textbooks and a lot of it is really fascinating. It'll be nice to learn about what most of the stuff actually means, though." |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2017 23:34:32 GMT -5
( i have everyone open save for micah
@ sweet: i dont wanna give a one-liner so im not sure how to respond )
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2017 0:19:11 GMT -5
[ with who tho bc i have like five characters & i dont wanna have to post starters for all of them rn ]
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2017 0:31:00 GMT -5
Zacharie
The Sorting Ceremony had never been of any interest to Zacharie - but then again, was anything? He'd known, upon coming here, that he would be Slytherin, and in the years that followed...he'd never really bothered to listen. First years had never tried to talk to him, he'd never paid much attention to them, and he'd gone on and survived without congratulating them.
At present, he had a paperback book hidden under the table, and was reading it while partially paying attention to the people around him to ensure that he was not startled if any of them talked to him. To the casual viewer, it was as if he was glancing at the Sorting Ceremony from the corner of his eye, as if he were being discreet about any interest. He had always been an impossible person to read, from the odd eyes to the blank expression - he was the sort of person who was danger without being actively Slytherin.
Zacharie exhaled slowly through his nose and flipped the page quietly. It was a minor rustle amongst the loud chatter and cheers of the other tables as well as his own. Where on earth had Slytherin gained a terrible reputation? They fit in so well with the others, and he knew that the dangerous reputation had just been cultivated from past years. He found it ridiculous. Or perhaps he didn't quite care - his own thoughts, sometimes, were hard for even him to decipher. Honestly, he usually just gave up once they started wandering without his input. His mind was its own and he had no intentions of changing that
He leaned his elbow lightly on the table and shifted his weight so that the book was hidden even further as he finally looked up. There were a few new faces at the Slytherin table, but not many. None of them near him. He could honestly live with that. |
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Fireclaw
“When there is nothing left to hold onto, hold onto you faith.” #GodisGood
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Post by Fireclaw on Jan 20, 2017 1:34:52 GMT -5
Ryker sat at the Slytherin table, with a bored look on his face. He never took any particular interest in the sorting ceremony, never congratulating any of the first years that joined their table, at the most just giving them a meager nod of the head, but nothing more. His mind was wondering, to places it really, really shouldn't. These stupid chumps will get what they deserve sooner or later. He thought as he saw a few Hufflepuffs joking around. All I need to do is come up with a plan, but a plan of what? I don't even know what I want to do. All I know is that I want to do something. Something bad. Then Ryker's view drifted over to Zacharie, noticing how he really wasn't paying much attention to the ceremony either. "Is this boring or what?" He whispered to the boy sitting across from him.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2017 9:17:25 GMT -5
Zacharie
When another boy talked to him, Zacharie's gaze flicked over and he stared blankly. This kid was named Ryker? He didn't pay too much attention to names, but he assumed he was right. He gave a delicate shrug and dog-eared the page he was reading, closing it absently, and yet still managing to keep it well-hidden.
"It is rather tedious. One would think that the process would become simpler over the years, but they remain firm to their ways, which could be a potential downfall," his accent, as ever, was distinct; he had never been able to quieten it, and he had never had any intention to.
He was being honest, however. The Sorting Hat was just a tradition that needed to change - if things were so simple that a hat could do it, why not change the procedure to make it less painful for students whom had sat it many times before? A charm, of sorts, to give the first year a tie that changed to the colours of their house; that was quicker, simpler, and didn't give him a headache. Perhaps he would look into researching something like that. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2017 9:49:00 GMT -5
Zacharie
For a few moments, he considered this. That, honestly, wasn't a bad idea - it would possibly keep his attention just to see what would happen. He picked lightly at an unidentifiable food and popped it into his mouth (it turned out to be a corned beef pasty, which wasn't too bad, all things considered) and continued to stare in a rather blank fashion at Ryker. He did not know if he had blinked yet - it was unlikely he had. He was often told that he was staring.
"Hmm," he said, "that could work. Alternatively, someone could temporarily curse the hat to reject people," he rested both elbows on the table now, tearing his pasty into little pieces before eating them. "That would, at least, cause an uproar before they discovered the source." |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2017 11:20:19 GMT -5
Micah
Really, Micah wasn't surprised.
"The book was last revised in 2001," he said lightly, picking at his sleeves absently and staring down. "I...I, uh, wouldn't be surprised, if it was inaccurate? The Antidote to Common Poisons skips steps five through to seven, which seems problematic," he continued to pick at his sleeves, now in a more fixated manner. "In fact, there's a few like that. I think that, um...that someone should probably revise them before next year? If...if someone needed to do these potions and, and only had the book on hand..."
He trailed off, now linking his fingers together and ducking his head. It wasn't exactly normal that he'd read the book once and had committed it to memory, but hey! He'd mentioned it to Luke on the train and it seemed to be a good thing, his memory, and so he was fine with it, for now. Besides; this girl didn't know that he'd only read it once. For all that she knew, he could've read it many times over the Summer. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2017 11:30:42 GMT -5
Zacharie
He seemed to be picking out the onions from the corned beef pasty, though that could've just been because he was bored, because honestly, Zacharie quite liked onions. He did, however, snort softly at Ryker.
"I was not aware there was a 'we'," he said idly, "and surely, you are not British? It is a common food here," he picked at it lightly. "Corned beef, potatoes, and onions. Traditional food, or what have you," he finished his pasty and went back to resting his chin lightly on his hands. He was still unblinking. "A Frenchman knows more about English cuisine than you do, Ryker."
Confidence was not his friend, but he said the name anyway, to see if he had gotten it correct. There was every chance that he was wrong and that was fine, because he didn't particularly care either way; but if he was right, then it was entirely possible that this person was interesting. Or he'd just memorised a random name and managed to place it to a face. Either was plausible. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2017 11:49:31 GMT -5
Zacharie
"I was talking about the pasties," he said patiently, though it was impossible to know if he ever lost his temper. Zacharie was, after all, rather good at being apathetic. "Corned beef pasties are, I suppose, common food in Britain. Though, I suppose I could be thinking about Wales," he took a sip of his own drink - plain water - and raised a single eyebrow. That was the most his face ever seemed to change, though. "But I doubt it."
From the corner of his eye, he could see Margot talking to someone over on the Ravenclaw table. Further along, over on the Gryffindor table, he could see Cyrus' head, stupidly tall as ever. Neither of them, however, bothered to turn around, and so he refocused his gaze back on Ryker. For possibly the first time during the entire conversation, he blinked. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2017 11:56:31 GMT -5
Micah
In his mind, Micah flicked through the pages of the books. His hands in his lap only twitched faintly as he did so, one finger absently tapping. He squinted down at his hands and considered it. Page 131; Memory. Ragwort...scratch that out...Crow's Feet. With the minor adjustment made in his head, he flicked his gaze back to the girl - but only briefly.
"Okay," he said quietly, "thank you. The Memory Potion has stages six and eight missing, it skips the numbers entirely. It also does not tell the reader how to f-finish the potion."
He paused, but only momentarily.
"I'm Micah, by the way. What's your name?" |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 20, 2017 12:03:46 GMT -5
[[ sure!! ]] || Taya ||
As the sorting came to an end, the Hufflepuff finished off the food she had put upon her plate at the beginning of the sorting, and had been quietly eating throughout the boring process.
Well, that was a lie - some of the sorting was fun, and it was great when a brand new Hufflepuff joined the table. But now she was drowsy, and wanted to drift off to sleep. However, she wanted to seek out Amalthea first. Usually, she'd see her on the train or the carriages, but it had been quite busy (as usual) and amongst all the other students it had seemed that Taya couldn't find her this time. It didn't matter, though, she'd find her now, it wouldn't be long until everyone was dismissed to bed, anyway.
Awkwardly, Taya left the table, heading towards the Ravenclaw one.
Oh no.
She hated accusing eyes staring at her, and even though it wasn't exactly intimidation shining within the optics of the Ravenclaws, Taya still felt herself shrivel up inside.
Scanning her eyes through each person, they finally rested on Amalthea. Delightfully, Taya made her way over, beaming. Amalthea was one of the only people that Taya could talk to. Like, actually talk to, without wanting to curl up into a tiny ball in a dark corner. She didn't have to be her usual, shy self in front of the Ravenclaw, who happened to be one year older and, Taya realized with a pang, was in her final year at the school. ''Hey,'' the sixth-year said, ''I hope you didn't forget me, I've been waiting to talk to you all day so far.''
She poked her friend on the shoulder in mock-accusation, still smiling.
Amalthea was incredibly grateful to see that the sorting was coming to an end. She hated the crush of new people. She just liked it when everything was just normal. When she wasn't expected to do anything or act in any particular way. She had been looking around for a friend of hers for a couple of minutes when she felt a tap on the shoulder and heard a familiar voice. Taya. The blonde turned with a instant smile on her face "Hey Taya! As if I could forget you" she chuckled before replying "You ready for sixth year, then? It'll be really fun, I guarantee" Sixth year had been the most fun year Amalthea had had at Hogwarts, she had to admit. Seventh year would be even better, she suspected, but she wasn't sure. But sixth year was the best because it was the first year you could practise magic outside of the school (I hope I'm right here) and Amalthea really enjoyed doing that. She used spells for a lot of things. They were very helpful. |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 20, 2017 12:10:40 GMT -5
((@borderline : Interested in making Tessa and Ned friends? They have a few similar personality traits. Same year.
Fireclaw : Same question but with Nate. Ned and Nate, has a good ring to it, hmm? Same house and year, too.
ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ : Do you think Ingrid and Kaitlyn would possibly make good friends?
I also really want my characters to have rivals, if anyone's willing to volunteer their characters.)) I totally think Ingrid and Kaitlyn will make great friends. Also, if you want to use Ingrid or Amalthea as rivals for any characters, just let me know, I'm chill with it) |
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Post by Saint Ambrosef on Jan 20, 2017 13:05:56 GMT -5
((Hi y'all. I'm just going to slip my characters in so they're open for interaction.))
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2017 13:25:00 GMT -5
( yo shadow if u wanna interact i have everyone save for micah&zacharie open o: )
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 20, 2017 14:06:05 GMT -5
(I have Ingrid open x)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2017 16:29:34 GMT -5
|| Taya ||
''I hope sixth year will be fun,'' Taya said, unsure of how things would go this year. Now that her O.W.Ls were over, she'd be studying for her N.E.W.Ts, and it almost didn't seem fair at all. Since fourth year the teachers had been going on and on like a broken record about how their O.W.Ls were so important and they needed to study hard, and now she'd finished them she knew that they'd be going on the same way about her N.E.W.T examinations, which came up in seventh year.
''Sorry I couldn't keep in contact over the summer,'' Taya muttered, a little guiltily. All summer she'd been putting off not writing a letter to Amalthea, with her sisters owl. Her sister wasn't a witch, not even a squib, but she'd been so distraught at the fact that she was a muggle, after being excited to get her Hogwarts letter for years, and then it not coming when she was eleven years old, that Professor McGonagall had allowed her to own a magical pet herself, and had given the tawny owl, Chiamaka, as a present.
Taya had also been with her uncle for most of the summer, and she and her sister had been working with the horses and ponies there. It was much more interesting than being at home all the time.
''I hope you've been wanting to know my O.W.Ls results,'' the Hufflepuff added, suddenly remembering. She grinned and pulled out the piece of paper which contained her results. They really weren't the best, but at least it wasn't exactly terrible. As Taya handed the results over to Amalthea, her eyes scanned them again:
Defence Against the Dark Arts: Acceptable
Transfigurtion: Exceeds Expectations
Potions: Acceptable
Charms: Acceptable
History of Magic: Exceeds Expectations
Herbology: Poor
Study of Ancient Runes: Poor
Care of Magical Creatures: Outstanding
Divination: Acceptable
All in all, she thought her results were pretty good, and she had even managed to scrape an 'Outstanding' in Care of Magical Creatures, which was her absolute favourite lesson. Every teacher had said 'Acceptable' was the pass grade, so she'd only failed two classes - two of the most incredibly boring classes.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 20, 2017 16:41:43 GMT -5
"Indeed I have," Amalthea smiled as she looked over the results. Looking over the results brought back a lot of memories of getting her own OWLs. Amalthea's had been mostly 'Outstanding', a fact she was very proud of. Her high academic attainment had earned her her role as head girl.
"Well done," Amalthea smiled as she passed the paper back "I'm proud of you. I bet you're pleased that you got an 'Oustanding' in Care of Magical Creatures"
She knew Taya would be pleased about it, since it was her favourite subject. That was the grade Amalthea had looked for first, to see whether Taya would be pleased or dissapointed with the results.
Amalthea had her NEWTs that year, which she was a little afraid of. They had been much harder than her OWLs and she couldn't be entirely sure that she would attain as well as she had done then. Of course, she tried to have faith in herself that she could do well. She always had done before and she'd always put hard work into what she did so hopefully this would be where it all paid off for her.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2017 16:56:03 GMT -5
|| Taya ||
''Thanks,'' Taya replied, taking back her results and stuffing them in her pocket. She always felt awkward sharing results with Amalthea, even if she was her best friend. The thing was, the Ravenclaw always got much higher marks than her. Well, that was the thing about being a Ravenclaw, Taya supposed, and every Ravenclaw she met was not a procrastinator, unlike her - who left things a bit too far before revising for upcoming exams. It was a habit she really needed to learn to snap out of.
''How do you think your N.E.W.T's will go?'' she asked, knowing that Amalthea would probably be stressing, even though she'd get much better results than Taya would for sure. |
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