RP anyone? (Open)

I totally forgot to respond to the other one omg but also I'd like to do a harry potter rp instead of the original one we were going to do though ^^)

(Sure! Although I might not play some of the children, I usually prefer to use OCs XD )

(Yeah I'm totally cool with that x3 do you have a character in mind?)

(Mxm and maybe Malfoy if you don't mind ^^ )

(Sounds good- I'm gonna just have an OC in the malfoy family ^^ his name is Caster (he goes by Cas tho) and if you are an astronomy buff yes he does have a twin named Pollux XD either that or his names Ezra but I was thinking of keeping it to the whole astronomy based names in the Malfoys family.)

(Maybe we start our their meeting and discuss the plot as we go?)

(Could you? ^^)

(I'm actually on mobile too 😂 But if you want me to start I could)

(Okay )

Caster really, truly, honestly hated going to school. Being at home wasn't much better, but was only marginally better. A Malfoy who didn't make it into Slytherin? Ha. Caster was practically a disgrace. Father tried to be supportive of his endeavors, but the disappointment was still there and he hated that unspoken tension that filled the air, and was well aware that his older brother, Scorpius and his twin, Pollux, held higher standing in the family house than he did. It made Caster shrink into himself even more to think about that. Scorpius had been the prefect, even with their soiled name it was hard to deny the boy that right, and he'd ended up working with father after he graduated. Pollux? He was his polar opposite. He was co.cky, arrogant, and always expected himself to be successful. He had the "fake it till you make it" attitude, really. Of course Pollux was different around Caster, a little bit more softer around the edges and protective. The two had always been close, Caster had always been his brothers shadow. At least until they went to school and Caster was sorted into Ravenclaw. His thirst for knowledge and intellect got in his way of his rithlessnes, although the famed Malfoy attitude did come out of the boy every now and then. But, after he was sorted into a different house they drifted apart. Pollux was still fiercely protective, straight out fighting anyone who threatened him, but they often didn't see each other. Pollux spent his time in the Quidditch fields, and, altough people were wary of him because of their father and grandfather, he seemed to have made a few friends through his ability to sport- or his athletism if he were to use the actual name for it.

For Caster that was not the case. The other Ravenclaws didn't trust him, always leaving him out of things in fear that he'd... he did t know, be mean or cheat or something. They just didn't like him, and, honestly, they could be pretty nasty themselves. Not only that but hewas smaller than his brother, who was 5"9' and rather athletically built. Caster was 5"8 and looked rather sickly and young compared to his brothers. People often thought he was a third year. Pollux had lightly tanned skin, his pale hair cut close and he was lightly muscled, looking like an athlete. Caster was thin, borderline underweight with pale skin and his hair was just long enough to look like it was out of control. Not to mention he had glasses, while Pollux did not. See? Polar opposites. The only thing they shared were their fathers grey eyes. And they had the tendency to talk at the same time, and had the weird twin mind reading thing, but they kept that to themselves.

He'd been scurrying to his next class, running late for advanced potions when he slammed into someone else, yelping in alarm as their books mixed with each other's.

"Omygosh im so sorry," he blurted out, dropping to the floor.

The flash of red sent Caster into a panic. Crap. It was one of the Granger-Weasleys, the younger one, Hugo he thought his name was. His stomach twisted at the thought of having a run in with one of them- he'd had a good handful of bad experiences with his sister, Rose, and the Potters and he didn't want any trouble for the time being. He grabbed his respective things, bracing himself for whatever rude comment was about to be thrown at him. He'd been bullied enough to know when to brace himself, even though it never made it that much easier. It just made him think that it would.

Of course when he actually heard the kind comment he was thrown off guard and his walls went up. He narrowed his eyes almost suspiciously before standing and following the other. Why was he being so nice? Was this some kind of cruel trick or something? He would be surprised if it was. It had happened before, it could happen again. He wasn't going to let it happen again, that was a mistake he'd made in the past. He would stick with his brother and then figure out what he'd do for his career later on. It's not like he'd be able to get any decent jobs with his last name.

"Oh. I guess we haven't. I'm Caster. I didn't realize you were in the potions class with me," he admitted sheepishly. His nose had always been in his books, so he could honestly say he could name four people in his class, those who sat around him.

Caster hummed at that explanation, a hesitant amusement flickering on his features. He'd done the same exact thing the first few years, when he and his brothers shared a few classes. Now that they were older and took more specialized courses they didn't see each other much, but he still remembered doing the same thing, letting Pollux sap up the positive attention from the rare pure blood family that had family that were death eaters too, and deflect the negative from the haters. He was the one who proved himself quickly. Even though he had the same Malfoy attitude his charisma around his housemates seemed to make him less hated.

"I've done that before too. Well, o mean, I still sat next to Lux, but he was the one who got all the attention. Positive or negative." He explained, more for the sake of conversation than anything. He could feel his glasses sliding slightly down his nose and he scowled at that, scrunching up his nose and wiggling it to push them back up without a problem.

The Ravenclaw paused when they neared the dungeons, knowing that they were close to the advanced potions class. Honestly if it weren't for Hugo's cousins he'd absolutely adore it and it'd be his favorite class. He excelled in potion making, his eidetic memory helping him remember the instructions with ease and he'd spent countless night staying up and rewriting the instructions to make the potions more potent. He was the top student, and the prifessor had even begun to warm up to him a little bit, and this year assigned him to be his assistant of sorts after school, where he was to be sorting out potions ingredients and writing down the corrections that the teacher had made on the board for the first years for the lesson the next day. He liked doing it, the job gave him some sort of a purpose at the school, even though the professor had yet to make actual small talk with him. His name seemed to taint everything he touched.

"You can go in before me. Don't want to be caught talking with me," Caster said with a small, forced chuckle. The bookish young man leaned against the wall, looking a little tired like he often did. Honstly, because of Hugo's cousins he really didn't want to go to the class but he knew he had to. He'd have to toughen it out for the time being, wait for one of his other classes where the teacher genuinely gave the odd Malfoy a chance. Like the Caring for Magical Creatures class, which was his favorite. He was always able to work with the creatures away from the others. Plus he was good with creatures, able to give them a firm handling. He loved classes like that and Potions, where there was a specific goal and you knew what to do, unlike Divination, which he dropped after the first week.

Caster blinked, again surprised at the odd kindness of this kid. How come he didn't care about being seen with a Malfoy, who, because of his brothers attitudes, still weren't liked at the school. It was either this was actually a really decent guy, or his cousins put him up to it and he still wasn't really sure which one it was, but he was hoping it was the former. He could really use a friend.

Caster started to make his way downwards to the potions class before hesitating.

He really, really didn't want to go down there. He'd be going in there late, which he never did. He was always early. Caster lived by the motto "early is on time, on time is late, and late is never acceptable," so this was a first for him. He didn't know if he could handle the stares. The bookish younf man never handled attentikn well, even if it wasn't wary, and sometimes downright hateful, stares of his fellow students. He debated skipping out, saying that he had fallen ill, which wouldn't be too far fetched.

He'd always been sickly, he was actually on a first name basis with the witch in the infirmary now because of how often he'd end up therewith fevers, allergic reactions (he always forgot he had a peanut allergy!) and other sicknesses, especially because he had bad lungs.He heard some of the muggle borns call it "asthma", and he had to drink potions in an attempts to keep it under control. He still had an inhaler, though, for emergencies. Yet Caster knew he couldn't cop out and say that. He'd just have to toughen up. Sighing he walked down the stairs, listening to the echo his footsteps created.

The youngest Malfoy slunk into the classroom, looking like a child about to be chastised, his shoulders slumped a little forward, hoping to be able to get in during Fred's yelling. Of course he wasn't that lucky and ended up coming in right after Hugo sat down. So all eyes snapped to the sickly boy, who, surprisingly, jutted out his chin at that moment in a true Malfoy fashion. He made his way to the seat, surprised to see Hugo sitting next to him.

"I expect the both of you to be more punctual in the future. I'll let you off with a warning this time, but be late again and points will be deducted," the teacher warned gruffly and Caster gave a small nod before pulling out his textbook and squinting at the board, reading which potion it would be today. Huh. That one seemed fairly easy. He flipped through the pages, before finding it. It was a basic shapeshifting potion, not unlike the Polyjuice potion. His page for the potion was filled with his meticulous handwriting, marking out things and adding other ones in.

"Hm? Oh, yeah. I really like this class," he explained quietly, seeming to shrink into himself at the attention he was getting. Caster was much like a wild animal when scared, he'd both make himself smaller and lash out. He was glaring coolly back at Hugo's cousins, actually looking like a Malfoy as he did so.

He'd always excelled in his course work, and his O.W.Ls proved that much. The lowest he'd gotten was a grade that was just on the cusp, almost an exceeds expectations, but he managed to pull through with an Outstanding instead. Well, besides divination but he didn't count that because he dropped the class for a reason.

The white-blonde teen jumped a little at the explosion, sending Fred a rather irritated glance as he did so.

Caster fixed his glasses, ignoring the few nasty comments that had already been thrown his way, taking note of what his potions partner had already gotten. It looked like he only grabbed the ingredients that were in both the textbook and in Casters corrections. That's good, he seemed to be willing to try it Casters way.

"The Aconite Fluid just makes the potion more potent, it will yield a stronger result because we used it. I also just prefer using Bat Spleen in quite a few of my corrections because it seems to help hold the mixture together better. The African chilli peppers are just so they taste better," he explained, pulling out some of the extra ingredients.

"I've added Bdelium as well only because it seems to yield specific results, and cat whiskers because, hey, it's a shape shifting potion. Who wouldn't want to be a cat?" He asked, letting out a soft chuckle at his own joke as he checked the measurements. He frowned for a moment, realizing he didn't have any bat spleen and got up. He made his way to the stores, and then slipped to the very back area, pushing around a few jars before he found what he needed and returned with the bat spleen, picking his way through the students.