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Post by ๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ข๐ข๐ซ on Nov 26, 2017 19:29:43 GMT -5
HENRIETTA CLARKE Innocent
Henrietta woke up to a pool of drool surrounding her open mouth. She shot up, the taste of morning air on her tongue. She wiped the slobber off her face with the sleeve of her shirt before fully sitting up. None of the other girls in her dorm were up yet, each of them wrapped snugly under their covers. Lucky, she thought. Once the young girl woke up, there was no way that energy coiled up inside her was going to go away. She glanced to the foot of her bed where her faithful feline companion was resting, a small smile coming to her face. She could already tell it was going to be a great day.
Jumping out of her bed, hurried over to the chest at the foot of her bed. Something sat on top of the chest,and her blue eyes as she reached out to pick it up. "Oh, yeah!" she whispered to herself. She barely remembered reading last night, but somehow her book ended up at the end of her bed. Shrugging, she tossed it to the floor and the brunette began to dig into the mound filling the chest. Her fingers grasped various clothes, and it took her a little while to find a suitable set of robes. Not surprising. Anybody who knew the sweet girl knew that though she was a bright young thing, she didn't exactly have the brains to keep track of things outside of the classroom.
Henrietta hurriedly changed, making sure to keep as quiet as she could. Wouldn't want to wake the other girls, now would we? After she slipped on her plain white button up on, she pulled her light grey sweater-vest over top. After making sure that it wasn't awkwardly tucked into her dark skirt, she began to slip on her crimson and golden tie. She put her long black robes on, making sure that the Gryffindor crest was proudly showing on her chest. Then she glanced in the mirror.
As usual, her brown hair was a ratted and frizzy mess stuck to her head. With a weary sigh, she grabbed the nearest brush and began to roughly pull it through her hair. When it began to resemble something more like hair than a bush, she quickly pulled it into a ponytail before she hurried out of the room.
In the Great Hall, she quickly sat at the Gryffindor table and she stabbed a pancake before dropping it onto her own plate. Across the room she spotted Farley and Murdock. None of the upperclassmen from her own house were out yet, and she felt her heart sink a little bit as she realized she was going to be alone for a little bit. She didn't see Wynn either, and she decided that maybe it best just to eat a little bit before seeking out any of her friends.
NICHOLAS HEARTWELL authentic
First came the pillow. That wasn't much, just another cuddly object for Nic to snuggle underneath while he slept in. But he was not going to see if his friend was actually serious. You see, Nic hated toads. More than anything. So when Farley threatened to put a toad on him if he didn't get his butt down to breakfast, Nic was up and ready to go. He quickly grabbed some clothes, and was practically getting dressed on his way down to breakfast. His shaggy blonde hair was not pulled back, but the adrenaline from the toad threat was enough to make him not really give a flying broomstick about his hair. Just not the toad. Not again.
Nic gave various people smiles on his way into the Great Hall. That was just his way. Did he know half those people? No, not really. He just wanted to be someone that could brighten the day of other people. And one of his charming smiles might just do the trick. Once in the Great Hall, Nic scrambled to take a seat, landing next to Wynn. With a greedy grin, he piled his plate high with various foods. He was famous at the Hufflepuff table for taking almost all the food before anyone else could have any, and this was a classic moment for him.
The fear of being touched by a toad had passed - for now - and it seemed to be a pretty lazy morning. Students were slowly filling in and flowing out. He glanced to his friends, and was overcome by a sense of ease. This day wasn't going to be special- there weren't any big tests or parties or events going on. But it was going to be a good day. As Nic stuffed his face full of breakfast food, a soft light came to his green eyes. Yes, the blueberry muffin he was currently tasting confirmed it. Today was going to be pretty good.
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Post by breadlover on Nov 26, 2017 22:18:06 GMT -5
Wynn Connolly - Morning - Oct 1st - The Catalyst
Wynn groggily stepped out from underneath the rusty shower head and turned off the water, her mop of hair sticking to her neck and dripping water down her back. The girl shivered and forced herself to run over to where her towel had fallen from its hook onto the floor and pick it up. Using it to squeeze and tousle her soaking wet hair, she studied her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Through the curls of steam, a sullen pink face stared back at her. Wynn exhaled slowly, and the tension in her shoulders dissipated slightly. Would everyone be able to tell from the bags under her eyes that she hadn't slept? Not bothering to move the towel onto her torso, Wynn trudged into her dormitory and sat down on her bed. Most of the other girls had already gone, save for Tonks, snoring under the covers of the bed opposite hers in the round room. Wynn picked up a ball of stockings on the floor and threw it in the direction of her head. Judging by the groan she heard a second later, Wynn had hit her mark. "Wake up, it's time for breakfast," she cooed. Wynn reached for the bundle of clothes atop the chest at the foot of her bed and changed into them as Tonks struggled to pull herself into the waking world. She then waved her wand around her head and produced a warm gust of air, speedily drying her hair. Once Tonks had changed clothes and Wynn's hair was dry, the pair walked to the Great Hall for breakfast. - Wynn spotted Farley at the Hufflepuff table when she entered the hall. Her amber eyes scanned the Ravenclaw table for Skylar, but she didn't see her. Hufflepuff table it is then, she thought. Catching the eye of Henrietta across the hall, she summoned the energy to wave excitedly, almost tripping over the bench when her feet had reached the Hufflepuff table. She smiled sheepishly and sat down across from Farley. A few seconds later, Nicholas plopped down next to her. Tonks chose a seat farther down the table, near the other fifth-years. "I hope Skylar doesn't have the nerve to sit with us today, after she refused to do my charms homework again last night," she joked to Farley, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips.
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Nov 27, 2017 0:57:07 GMT -5
{Edith Marlowe} 5:45am, leg and cardio day
eddie is a very angry emo, apparently. ah. writing new characters is hard.
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By the time that the Great Hall starts serving breakfast at 7am, Eddie has already been up for over an hour running laps around the Quidditch pitch.
Itโs been a tradition since she was thirteen. She wakes up at 5:45, before the sun has even begun to rise, and prepares to work out. Itโs a struggle, she wonโt deny it, and thereโs many a day where she would rather roll over in bed and sleep for another two hours.Yet, the thing with Eddie is that she has this kind of hunger, a gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach, rather like anxiety or a small bird fluttering among her entrails, that can only be satiated by movement. So, without fail, she rises before dawn, slips on nothing but a sports bra and track shorts, and heads straight into the boy dormitory to wake Eliya, her slightly less enthusiastic workout partner.
One of the things that Eddie loves the most about Hogwarts is the fact that itโs so damn old. Given its antiquity, the personality of the building (and Eddie held that the castle had character) was rooted in traditional values. This means that Eddie could barge right into the boys dormitory whenever she right well pleased and, given the chance that she overslept, Eliya couldn't do the same to her - lest he wanted the stairs to turn into a slide. For the record, it did not please her to enter that festering chamber of pubescent men. Eddie supposed the smell of the boys dormitory could be likened to that of Hades entryway: it was perfumed with the amalgamated odor of sweat, day old food, axe body spray, and what might be jizz.
Regardless of the torture of the moment, Eddie would make her heroes trek into the den of the beast, dodging dirty laundry like landmines, to awaken her sleeping beauty. It was like pick your poison with how she woke Eliya up. By now she would have guessed he would wake himself up before, ya know, she got there. Apparently not. Today she kept it simple; it was the first of October, after all, special day. โWakey wakey princess, all the beauty sleep in the world isnโt gonna fix your faceโ.
Eliya roused, opening one eye, and with the elegant tones of either a chain smoker or a man just awoken from sleep, told her to โ ๐ฌ offโ.
And that was how mornings usually started for Eddie. Eliya would get up with persuasion (as much as their morning tradition was routine so was his obstinance) and they would do a full cardio circuit on the Quidditch field.
Now donโt take this the wrong way: Eliya and Eddie were not friends. At all. Frankly, Eddie found El a bit of a self-righteous twat who could due to learn a song other than Blackbird on the guitar, but nonetheless he was a good workout partner. He didnโt talk that much. And he was a Chaser, too, so their workout could be super streamlined. (Lauren, the other chaser on the team, was the opposite of a morning person. Eddie didnโt think she had seen the girl awake before 9, and with her hair wild and clothes unkempt at that. So out of respect they didnโt invite her to warmup anymore. Besides, Lauren annoyed Eddie. She never shut up about her boyfriend. Never.)
On Thursdays, as today was, they were able to run their work-out a bit later because Eliya didnโt have his early morning N.E.W.T. classes. (Haha. Eddie would have to take her OWLs this year. She was โ er โ not looking forward to that.) By the time Eddie made it back to the common room, a flushed and sweaty mess (but feeling absolutely radiant) her fellow dorm-mates were starting to wake up. She didnโt really get along with any of the other girls in her room. They were kind of neurotic.
By this point you might have reached the conclusion that Eddie doesnโt really like other people that much.
That conclusion would be correct.
There was one exception to this rule, though, and that was in Benedict Penfield. He was the only person that Eddie considered a genuine friend. (Thatโs not to say that he didnโt annoy the ๐ฌ out of her at times, but he was quiet and chill, a near perfect antithesis to her snakes glare and firewhisky speech. Benny also let her take endless sh*t about the other students because, hey, he didnโt seem to much like them either.)
(In a moment of perfect honesty, Eddie wasnโt sure how she would have survived Hogwarts without Benny. Making him listen to muggle music on her contraband Walkman in the astronomy tower when there wasnโt class, skulking about in the library with him as he was doing whatever pedantic โdetective projectโ he was working on, tolerating his psychoanalysis of her character like it was a joke when really every word was accurate and hit more poignantly than a knife. What you should take from this: Edith Marlowe would kill a man for Benedict without a second thought.)
This morning, though, it looked as if Eddie had reached the dining hall before her friend. This wasnโt unusual; Eddie preferred to change fast (she laid out her clothes the day before; she only wore her robe during mealtimes and class) and woke up absurdly early. Still, without Benedictโs presence it was easy to become overwhelmed by the sheer mass of people in the Great Hall.
As she made the walk to the Ravenclaw table, she scoured the room for Nic Heartwell. Nic was perhaps the only other person that Eddie considered a โfriendโ. Well, โclose acquaintanceโ was perhaps a better word. Nic was her respite from whenever Benny got too much for her to handle โ and honestly, as much as she loved that boy, she couldnโt stand to be around him all the time. Nic was a well needed break; the park bench on which she rested after a long day of running amuck.
Luckily Nic was easy to spot, situated neatly between Wynn Connolly (a pretty pretty pretty girl whose boisterous personality was so genuine that even Eddie found it contagious) and some blonde Hufflepuff that she didnโt know. Which was no matter to Eddie, as she sauntered her way over to the Hufflepuff table (at least until Benedict arrived.)
โMorning, Nic!โ She slaps the boys back as she greets him. Apparently Eddie had no qualms about apparently interrupting the other students conversation. โYa looking pretty spiffy today. Iโm loving the hair styleโ โ she takes a moment to ruffle the boys hair โ โsuper avant-garde, what with the hairs going in like three different directions?โ Eddie glances up, grins, and points a finger at Farley. โHe knows what I mean. You guys gonna start a trend?โ
(For as much as Eddie complains about people talking, she never shuts up. Perhaps her annoyance at the trait in others is outwardly directly self-loathing. Who knows?)
She ends this little entrance with โhey Wynnโ and stays standing.
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Post by intentional on Nov 27, 2017 3:28:07 GMT -5
THE MEDIATOR
Veronica Goldstein
0515
October 1, 1988.
The bodyโs internal clock was a powerful force that governed Veronicaโs life. Like clockwork, her body woke her up at exactly 5:15 AM every morning, no matter what day of the week or even when she had night rounds as one of her Prefect duties. She happened to have night rounds last night, and had gotten into bed around one in the morning, as sheโd caught two third year Gryffindor boys breaking curfew. Theyโd gotten stuck on the third floor where they werenโt supposed to be, and frankly, it seemed they were glad to run into the Slytherin prefect as she escorted them back to the painting of the Fat Lady and wrote a note to Professor McGonagall, informing her of the boysโ names and why they were breaking curfew.
She let out a soft grunt as she sat up from her warm bed, and she remained sitting upright on her bed for a couple minutes, as she remained hugging the body pillow sheโd brought from home. Her half-Kneazle, half-cat Felix let out a soft mewl as he snuggled up to her for warmth. It took her a good two minutes to finally get off of her bed and stop petting Felix and into the bathroom to wash up before her morning workout. Although she was running on four hours of sleep, she rarely missed a workout. The adrenaline and the crisp morning air helps her relax and unwind before the day starts where itโs jam-packed with the eight classes she was taking this year.
She was used to an intense courseload on top of her other responsibilities as the Slytherin prefect, Slytherin Chaser and Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team. She juggled her responsibilities pretty well, and having numerous extracurriculars felt like second nature; she rarely thought that they were too much, or not worth doing. She loved Quidditch, and she loved the responsibilities that came with being a prefect, even if that meant not getting as much sleep as the others or having less time to socialize with her friends.
Ronnie spent a good hour running laps around the Quidditch pitch, and she would also see fellow quidditch players on a run in the morning as well. She recognized the two Ravenclaw chasers, Edith Marlowe and Eliya Sokol running around the Quidditch pitch as well, and briefly greeted them with a slight nod of her head before continuing her workout. It was nice to see the other chasers on morning workouts, since Veronica was a chaser as well, and it strengthened her motivation to keep working out in the morning. She ended her workout session with some leg and core exercises before heading back to the dorm to shower and get dressed to start the day.
She got dressed in the standard uniform, draping her robes over shoulders. Making sure she had everything she needed, she proceeded to wake up her roommates, as she always did, every morning, while tying her hair into a bun, wisps of her hair framing her face. Katie Andrews and Alice Ward both let out annoyed groans as they were woken up, and she woke up Lua last so her friend could enjoy a couple more minutes of sleep.
Ronnie made her way down to the Great Hall with her Ancient Runes text in hand, and she was the few Slytherins present at their table this early for breakfast. She set her bag down next to her and flipped the Ancient Runes text to the pages they were being tested on this morning. She noted that the Hufflepuff table was rather full this morning, as it seemed like most people were sitting there, whether they were Hufflepuffs or not. But Ronnie tuned them out rather quickly as she zoned in to her text and took slow bites of her waffles, one hand twirling the wisps of her hair.
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Post by carmine. on Nov 27, 2017 10:29:52 GMT -5
The Sovereign Vernon Castellanos Morning October 1, 1988 Status: Taste the Power of the Light! He was often called a monster for it, but he found that mornings werenโt so bad. It was only a few particular mornings he despised with a passion, because they were the rare times he awoke with a grogginess that couldnโt be shaken off with ease. He supposed the difficult endeavors of waking up stemmed from the lack of sleep he now constantly endured for the week; a result of tirelessly holding himself to the position of captain all the while tethering his grades to his own standards as much as possible.Currently, as he lay absentmindedly sprawled across his bed, he realized that the corner of his vision was blurred, and he blinked his orbs, only to spot the shaft of light that streamed through the narrow opening of the curtains. It illuminated the minuscule cluster of objects (a pen and a rare muggle object heโd curiously received from none other than Wynn) sitting on top of the desk that serenely rested next to his bed. Rolling over with a groan, he hoisted the crook of his arm over his eyes, savoring blissful darkness for a little while longer. After a few moments of tossing and turning, he finally rubbed his eyes and rolled over to his side as he stretched his arms like a cat. At that moment, his deft movements could be paralleled to that of a cat magnificently bathing in sunlight.In the far distance, he could see the vast sky stretching over everything, mingling with the large rolling white specks above their heads. He watched this with his warm blue-grey eyes while subconsciously running his hand through his pale, tousled locks. They fell over his gaze, though he didnโt bother pushing them to the side (heโd given up on taming them years ago, when heโd still been in his second year at Hogwarts). In any case, the glimpse heโd taken out the window suggested a vivid day with good weather, and it was the faint mirage of crisp air within his mind that he took a fondness to. While he was familiar with closed spaces (and rather enjoyed spending his time indoors as well), it was true that he constantly found his orbs dancing over to the windows, as if it would transport him to an open space in the blink of an eye, where both grand and minuscule adventures awaited.Taking a glimpse over his shoulder, a small, wicked grin danced across his soft lips when he spotted his snoring roommates. Well, if theyโre not waking up, he thought, letting the words trail off in his head as he stood grandly in his underwear with his hands perched on his own waist, watching the drooling bunch like a large, predatory cat. It was payback time for last week, for the ones whoโd made him tumble off his bed, thinking that their dorm had magically caught on fire. (And yes, that was his bad way of incorporating a terrible pun.) Drawing in a small breath, he tenaciously gripped the end of the velvety scarlet curtains, and yanked them back.
The sunโs blinding ray hit all of their faces.
The Mastermind Lua Blue Carmichael Morning October 1, 1988 Status: Ah, youth. It didnโt take longer than a few bleary seconds for Lua to know that Ronnie had given her an extra minute or two to sleep, and for that, she was grateful in her half-conscious and half-subconscious state of mind. A couple of more minutes to sleep meant that she could roll around with her pillow in her arms, and she gladly endorsed the precious extra seconds before sitting up-right with her eyes still closed (gods, she looked terrible). When her weary orbs cracked open, just a little, the gentle, emerald glow of the room filled her eyes. At least the light that illuminated their room wasnโt a harsh streak of white. The thought alone caused her to scrunch her small nose. Bloody hell. That was not an ideal portrait she needed within her vision first thing in the morning. Slowly dragging her feet out of the room and pushing the stray strands of brown hair away from her face, she hurriedly glimpsed over her necessary school items for the day and headed out to the Great Hall, where she knew everyone else would be waiting. And, well, the โeveryone elseโ she spoke of consisted of a rather dynamic bunch of talented individuals, indeed. The smallest hint of a smile emerged upon her lips. She never quite openly admitted it (and she doubted she would), but she rather looked forward to meeting them, and the mischief they would bring to the table in their own ways. The Great Hall was overwhelming as usual, and she narrowly avoided the human current that washed over the endless tables. It wasnโt the atmosphere that had taken her off guard in the beginning when sheโd first arrived (wide-eyed and fastidious), but rather, the amount of food thatโd been served to the students. It still bemused her, time and time again, to see the rich stretch of amber breads and drinks and cups that gleamed sharper than gilded armor. No matter how many times she took a step into the area that retained a whole body of boisterous noise and chatter, it was always the food that continuously caused her to shake her head. It seemed that the Hufflepuff table was even more vivacious than usual (heavens, Eddie looked like a handful even from this distance, she was pointing a finger at a Hufflepuff she recognized as Farley), and she paused in her tracks with her books in her hand before she briskly surveyed the entire area. There werenโt too many Slytherins around, and Rory and Max were nowhere to be found. Murdock and Wynn were, however, and so was Ronnie. Familiar faces were easier to pick up and recognize, but it didnโt mean she didnโt acknowledge the others there. In fact, believe it or not, she found each and every one of them to be quite individualistically charming and curious. But, well, that was another story for another day. After a brief moment of debating to herself, the small witch quietly took a seat next to Ronnie, offering her a small yet genuine quirk of her lips. โTheyโre lively as ever, arenโt they?โ She asked as she outstretched her arm to pour her friend a drink, then one for herself. Gingerly sliding it over to who she felt was the mediator of them all, she then rested her chin against her propped up hand as her eyes landed on a few younger students flamboyantly entering the Great Hall, as if they were silently yelling โFoooooooodโ in their heads. She raised an eyebrow at this as a result of subtle amusement, though she said nothing. Sheโd been in their shoes once, and she still remembered the unadulterated fizziness sheโd felt all too vividly.
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Nov 27, 2017 17:27:07 GMT -5
{ Max Quinn } Too early for this BS
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The messiah returned on Thursday, October 1st, in the Gryffindor boyโs dormitory. An interesting choice of location, Max mused, as there were many more spectacular places once could choose to descend from heaven. Personally, he would have chosen the top of Big Ben. Granted the London residents might have been more surprised by sunlight than the man apparently floating down from the clouds.
Nevertheless, Max was prepared to accept his fate. The lord would smite the wicked, as he promised, and as a practitioner of witchcraft Max was surely among those numbers. Perhaps, by virtue of his good deeds, the Lord would enact a softer punishment โ perhaps only send him to purgatory. He wouldnโt mind chilling with Virgil. That would be a pretty fun time.
At the same time Max was considering all this he was well aware that the cascade of light bearing down upon the dorm was not Jesus, but the curtains being violently and impetuously yanked open. In this manner Max found humor in his reflex exclamation - โChrist almightyโ โ to the sunโs sudden disruption of his previously peaceful morning.
โV โ V I swear.โ Max mumbled into his pillow, yet to lift his head, face pressed into the fabric to shield his eyes from the light. โCan you like. Not.โ
Max had gotten to bed late that night. He had been awoken just after three oโclock because, apparently, two 3rd years hadnโt been able to sleep and decided to take a joy-stroll through the castle. As oft happened when students roamed the castle, they got lost and had to be fetched and returned by Veronica Goldstein โ Slytherin prefect and local school prodigy. Max had a lot of respect for the girl; she was pretty, sweet, and pretty sweet. A little harsh though. By the time Max stumbled into the common room, shirtless and baggy-eyed, she had already written a note to McGonagall. Max sent her on her way with a thumbs up, a groggy โthanksโ, and with her exit, promptly ripped the note up and tossed it in the fire.
โDonโt worry about a first offenseโ โ he had tilted his head towards a shelf next to the fire โ โnext time you canโt sleep, just grab a board game. Or something. Donโt go wandering around the castle. Itโs dangerous, and Mrs. Norris has a habit of showing up behind you and just scaring the c*** out of you. Not worth it.โ Max was a pretty chill prefect.
Now, however, he was less chill, because when the curtains didnโt promptly close he threw his pillow a foot to the left of Vโs head. Playfully, of course, but like, still. โUghhhhhhhhhhh. Fine. Getting up. Screw you V.โ
With that Max promptly got up, showered, brushed his teeth โ did all that norming routine stuff โ and slid on his robe. He admired himself in the bathroom mirror a moment, smiling, as he always did, at the little red crest pinned to the front of the uniform. Prefect. โYouโre the man, Quinn. You are. The man. Own the day.โ After changing, Max popped his head into the dorm, where V presumably still stood getting ready for the day. โYou look amazing, honey..โ Max was kind of a smart***. Then, because I donโt know where Iโm going with this, Max went to breakfast.
The Great Hall was already bustling by the time he got there, the walls alight with candles and the sky painted in blue and gold; a faux natural fall ambience. Merlin, he loved magic. As Max looked around for a friend (he had a lot of them) he noticed the groups that had already formed. There was a spattering off of color at the Hufflepuff table; a speck of gray-blue with their arms around Nic Heartwell. That was โ a new one.
Max was used to seeing different houses sitting among the Hufflepuffs, but it was far more common to see Ronnie with that group (well, Farley, who was sitting across from them) than a Ravenclaw. Particularly โ was? Was that Eddie โ er โ Merlow? Milleu? He couldnโt remember her last name, but the Spicyโข Ravenclaw chaser who had stolen the Quidditch Cup right from Gryffindorโs eagerly awaiting noses last season.
(Max also remember her trash-talking V. If he remembered correctly she had called him โ a baby bird; small, ugly, and s*** at flyingโ. Errrrrr. Yeah. Fun girl.)
Not remotely interested interacting with that group, Max sidled over to the Slytherin table where his good friend Lulu (he had started calling her that first year, he thinks; someone else started it and he thought it was cute and also it annoyed her so that meant it was now her official nickname forever and always but he thinks she kind of likes it now which is good because he is again never stopping) was sitting with no other than Veronica Goldstein.
He sat down on the other side of Lulu, catching the end of her quip. โWho, them?โ He gestured towards the group of Eddie, Wynn, Nic, and Farley. โPff. Yeah. I wish I had that much energy in the morning.โ
Max smiled at Veronica. โMorning, Ronnie. Thanks again for returning my two prodigal children last night. You get any sleep after?โ
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Post by shades on Nov 27, 2017 19:59:27 GMT -5
10/01/1988 TOO EARLY FOR RORY 37 Days Until Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.
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It was common rule and basically a Biblical commandment (or so Max had stated, but V and Rory just stared blankly at him when he went on โMuggle tangentsโ) in Gryffindor dorm 6Aโdoth shall not wake Riordan Talfryn before 7 AM on a weekday.
Riordan was inches away from clambering off his bed and whacking Vernon over the head; however, his bed was intoxicatingly warm with the royal red comforter drawn up to his nose and he shifted away from the light ever so slightly. His molten gold eyes squinted open into a deadly steady stare at his housemate. He wasnโt the biggest Gryffindor, and he wasnโt the scariest. Riordan decided to let Vernon and Maximilian have that job of brutish strength and โruggish good looksโ as Max would say into the mirror one day forgetting to close the door, as Rory simply stared ahead with his lips pressed together acting as though he never heard Maxโs morning pep talk.
โYouโre the woooorsfu.โ His light insult lost amid a yawn as he sat up, digging the heel of his palms in his eyes and yawning again. It was still early morning and Gryffindorโs were filing their way towards breakfast or sleeping in. Not long, however; Gryffindorโs were lively and once the morning spell worn off they would be chattering a storm and running to-and-fro up the stairs.
He glared at his dormmates, watching everything as he sat hunched on his bed in pure exhaustion. It was too early for smarta-- comments and their chattering (Max and V) likened to a married elderly couple. Making his waking presence known, disheveled bed head and dark eyes, would only lead to merciless teasing. Riordan has sat through enough dorm talk bickering to know it was endless, thus he began to prepare for his day quietly. He wasnโt a morning person; six years at Hogwarts and he never once was happy when the sun rose over the horizon and the birds chirped outside the window happily. He shifts and looks out the window at the Quidditch pitch and the students running in a steady rhythm.
โWhy are they running,โ Rory let out a low breath, pulling on his robes. โWe donโt even run when playing Quidditch.โ
- - Riordan Talfryn was never the adventurous sort. It was a known fact that himself believed but everyone did not. The sixth year Gryffindor resisted the urge to kick at plain air and clench the strap of his bag harder as he walked towards the Great Hall. Breakfast had long started, and he could hear the echo of the voices. He hated himself as he gracefully slid between Henrietta and Charlie Weasley, without even looking at the 5th years, and how he handled his cutlery with impeccable pure-bred manners from filthy rich pureblood life. Molten eyes half-lidded in exhaustion still from the previous nightโs practice on the Quidditch field. Vernon was intent on making sure every member was prepared for the first game at the beginning of November (Slytherin vs. Gryffindor), sending many bludgers at himself and others on the team.
Three had hit. Three. He was still bruised.
Looking up he cast a quick look over his shoulder and around the Great Hall, spotting Max at the Slytherin table and Vernon nowhere seen. Castor hadnโt arrived yet in any flourishing fashion and he wasnโt at the Hufflepuff table. However, Edith Marlowe was, and he wasnโt sure if she was cussing out any Quidditch players or explaining to them that joining their house team wasnโt an optionโbragging that they would lose anyways. โI think our goons abandoned us for breakfast alone this fine morning,โ muttered Rory loud enough for Henrietta and Charlie Weasley to hear, stabbing his sausage with deadly intent.
Charlie huffed a laugh. โVernon and Max arenโt goons.โ
โHenchmen, then.โ
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โDevotees? Cultists? Jesusโs whatever-Max-called them.โ
Charlie tilted his head, โWhatโs a Jesus?โ He asked.
โI donโt know! Ask Maximus!โ Rory dug into his food with grim determination, halting the discussion for a moment.
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Post by carmine. on Nov 28, 2017 10:58:16 GMT -5
The Sovereign Vernon Castellanos Morning October 1, 1988 Status: I'll be standing outside. So if anyone asks, I'm outstanding. Who said that Gryffindors couldnโt look evil? At that moment, upon hearing Maxโs response, it was a lie if one said that Vernon Castellanos wasnโt the epitome of evil. The slight mischievous quirk of his lips, the soft glow in his grey-blue eyes, and the way how he stood with his arms crossed over his proudly puffed chest made his image resemble that of a lean lion (though it was certain that some would most likely describe the vibrant atmosphere that veiled him as something similar to that of an excited cub). No one drew the curtains in such a manner to welcome a whole ray of sunlight first thing in the morning; it was a forbidden and unspoken rule.
Anyhow, though the pillow was thrown a foot to the left of his head, his reflexes seemed to respond involuntarily, and he deftly leaned just a little more to the right. โUghhhhhhhhhh. Fine. Getting up. Screw you V.โ Additionally, it didnโt take V a long time to understand that it was none other than Roryโs deadly, golden stare that was currently burning a hole through his skin, before he could properly respond to his other dorm mateโs comment. His orbs then briefly danced over to take a glimpse of the ajar bathroom door, where he witnessed Max admiring himself in the mirror. Again.
โYouโre the woooorsfu.โ
โI know, I know,โ he answered as he lightly raked his hand through his mussed hair with a playful wink in his direction, โIโm the best.โ
Though it appeared that he was fully conscious from the keenness he carried himself with (his vibrancy was visible even as he took exactly five steps over to grab his robe) he was aware that a certain degree of weariness would most likely mercilessly crash over his head in a couple of hours as a result of overexerting energy. Either that, or heโd desperately be preventing himself from falling asleep during one of his classes, and end up tired anyway from the sheer effort of listening to the class material for the day. โYou look amazing, honey,โ he soon heard, hauling him out of his reverie. Heโd been preparing himself to leave the comfort of their enticing beds when Max had given his quip. Swiveling around to face the taller boy, he pulled on his robes, then proceeded to melodramatically blow a kiss in his direction. โYou flatter me, love.โ
And with that, he was ready for the day - except he was still in need of pants.
- Flamboyant was one way to describe the way how V entered the Great Hall. Humble was another. One could say the air that encircled him when he faced the vivacious area was a bit of a juxtaposition, really. They were two different words on the opposite side of the spectrum to describe the way how a Castellanos effortlessly moved past the colorful human currents, after all.
It was as if seeing the grand hall and the vast, student body it retained never failed to humble him, even after all these years. Magic never grew vapid or insipid for him on a personal stance, and all the little details it offered only further elicited his desire for adventure. Sure, there were a few students who he butted heads with rather often within this fantastical, ancient school - pff, his eyes had not briefly glanced over to rest on Eddieโs form, certainly not - but it was because they were here that made this yearโฆ well, this year. Did that make any sense? Perhaps it didnโt. What he was trying to say was that without these specific individuals here now, things couldโve been very, very different.
In any case, after heโd spotted a few very familiar faces aside from the ones gathered around the Hufflepuff table, heโd placed himself next to none other than Henrietta (possibly the sweetest individual heโs met so far along with Castor and Nic, even if the guy does loom over him. He may or may not have developed a sort of overprotective mom-status for them all). The conversation that was being passed amongst them was rather intriguing. Lazily leaning his chin against his propped up hand with a small quirk of his lips and eyebrow, his amused blue gaze rested on the three. โYour most loyal goon, henchman, follower, devotee, and cultist, Vernon Castellanos, has finally arrived, sir Rory. What may I do for you today?โ His warm orbs then lightly rested on Henrietta, and he gave her arm a small nudge before letting his attention return to all three of them again as he said: โHas my most kind and gracious and caring leader been complaining about us for long?โ
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Post by Salted Squid on Nov 28, 2017 11:50:30 GMT -5
Skylar Brennan- October 1st
Unlike some of her more zealous friends, Skylar was not a fan of waking up in the mornings, particularly because she tended to stay up late for one reason or another. If it wasnโt her prefect duties, it was usually studying (or, in the case of a full moon, Bambi Murdock). In this particular situation, it had been the former.
She lay sprawled on her bed, backwards, with her feet toward the pillows and her head resting on one crooked arm, which rested atop whatever book that it was she had been studying from when she drifted off. She hadnโt even bothered to get under the covers; hell, she hadnโt changed out of yesterdayโs uniform, her skirt and shirt now wrinkled as if she had just pulled them out of her trunk, which sat overflowing at the foot of her bed. This, too, was not unusual.
By the time that she did stir, groggily unsticking her bare arm from the now damp page, the dormitory was basically empty. Not for the first time, she thanked her lucky stars that she had such a good friend in Murdock, who had decided not to be so cruel as to wake her from her slumber early. Moaning, she managed to drag herself out of bed, careful not to step on the quill that must have fallen off over the side of the bed once sheโd given in to her exhaustion. She plodded through her morning routine, cleaning herself up to the point of being presentable, brushing her hair and teeth, and exchanging her wrinkled-up uniform for one that hadnโt been slept in. She pinned her shiny blue-and bronze Prefect badge to her robes, glanced at herself in the mirror one last time, then finally turned on her heel, grabbing her book bag before hurrying in the direction of the Great Hall.
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She felt fully awake by the time that the doors came into view, the speed-walking from her dorm having finally woken her up enough to be presentable, and by the time she pushed her way through the doors she was just as composed as she always was, with her head held high and her fiery hair flowing behind her in luxurious waves. Instinctively, she found her feet heading for the Hufflepuff table, where Wynn, who had been her best friend for a longer period of time than even her own memory could stretch, was already seated by Farley and Nic; there was an empty seat on Wynnโs other side, and it was calling her name.
Then out of the blue a movement caught her eye. Turning, her footsteps slowed as she spotted none other than Vernon Castellanos enter the Great Hall, somehow looking as majestic in his red and gold robes as an actual lion. She felt a curious feeling inside of her at the sight of him, a little bit of a grin beginning to work its way across her lips. She raised one hand in a small wave of greeting, though she didnโt change course, quite nearly walking straight into the Hufflepuff table in her reluctance to look away. Quickly tearing her gaze away, she dropped her bag onto the floor and slipped into the seat next to her friends.
โYouโre lucky that I didnโt, too!โ She scolded lightly, catching onto the tail end of Wynnโs joking comment. โHow do you ever expect to learn anything if I do all your work for you?โ
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2017 12:26:37 GMT -5
Bambi Murdock Date: 01/10/1988 Location: The Great Hall Current Status: Eating a whole loaf of bread. The bacon is next. Days until next Full Moon: 6
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The hall began to fill, but Murdock herself was far from full. Long legs required fuel to grow and move, and she was a tall girl. Maybe it some places it was rude to consume the better half of a loaf but where she'd been raised it was stretch or starve, and those habits die hard.
Her own table filled up, blue ties and other various kinds slipping into seats and grabbing at whatever they could find. Some people went for the fruit which was just disgusting. Normally the kind to mind her own business, Murdock openly pulled a face as a first year sliced open a kiwi with her spoon and scooped out the inside of it. Maybe she felt herself being watched, because she nervously glanced to the side and made eye contact with Murdock. The sixth year just shook her head slowly and silently at the junior pupil in distaste, without breaking eye contact. The first year, growing more and more anxious, glanced down at her breakfast and then back up at Murdock. After a two second wait, she bounced up and ran off, probably to go tell her friends to stop eating fruit for breakfast. So Murdock's job was done. That was her good deed for the day completed. And it wasn't even nine o'clock! I should be canonized, She told herself, stabbing the bacon in the middle of the table with her fork. She cut the middle man out and avoided the plate, pushing it straight into her mouth instead.
She would've gladly sat there all morning, but it seemed her so-called friends were taking up residence at the Hufflepuff table. There was nothing wrong to her about sitting alone when you needed some time to yourself, but that was coming. In six days, she knew she'd be a mess, like she was every month, so today, she was seizing the good mood. Carpe diem, or whatever. She pushed off her bench and made a bee-line for the yellow table, cutting a clear path through the smaller students beneath her, like a tall punk knife in first year butter. She saw the first year girl from earlier whispering hastily to her friend and caught her eye once again. Out of ideas, she simply maintained dead eye contact until the younger girl looked away again, whispering-shouting into her friend's ear with a newfound panic. They got easier to spook every single year.
As she reached the table, Castor in the year below came zooming in, looking like he'd just rolled out of bed five minutes ago. "And what time do you call this?" She yelled over, but if he heard her, he completely ignored her. Whatever. She would take small pride today in knowing she was actually here before he was. The Hufflepuff table was jam packed, so rather than sit down, she crossed her arms and leant on the top of chairs, shifting her weight onto the wood as Skylar found a place to sit. "Who ever said anything about learning? We're just here for the free meals." Murdock joked, defensively pressing one hand to her chest.
It may not be her table, but that made her a guest, and guests were always welcomed, so she reached out one long arm and snagged a sausage off a plate in the middle of the table. Food always tastes better when it isn't your's.
Castor Drake Date: 01/10/1988 Location: The Great Hall Current Status: AHHHHHHHHH!!
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He was nothing if not a creature of habit. Every morning he woke up half an hour before the others, because getting dressed in a crowded dorm was a nightmare, and he was a bit of a morning lark anyway. Teeth were brushed and face was washed before the bathroom got busy, and he made his bed (house elves were no excuse to not make your own bed.) He, in this order, got dressed shirt, then trousers (so the shirt stayed tucked in), then tie, then jumper, then socks and shoes, and robes. Then he drew the curtains, packed his book bag, got the others up, and went down to The Great Hall before the crowds got too bad. It was a good routine. It had served him well over his years at Hogwarts, and he trusted it.
Today, however, he was betrayed. Foiled by a late night's study session, the tired boy was still sleeping soundly when the curtains were pulled back. He was cute when he was sleeping, all tucked up with his curls flat against the pillow, but the moment his eyes shot open the illusion was foiled. He sat straight up in bed, pressing one hand to his temple, blinking hard before shoving his glasses on his face. They sat slanted on his nose, not something you saw every day, and his distress was only made worse when his vision cleared, and he realised the dorm was empty. Who ever opened the curtains had done so out of mercy right before leaving with the other fifth year boys. If he'd been a rougher sort, he would've swore after them for letting him sleep in, but as it was he just hopped out of bed and began muttering to himself worriedly, "Ohnoohnoohnoohno-" The best reason he got up earlier in the morning was to avoid the crowds. Castor just wasn't big or intimidating enough to scare people out of the way, and if he showed up late, he'd never get in. And this year it was different- he reminded himself as he quite literally threw his robes on- He was a Prefect. Prefects didn't show up late!! Well, maybe some Prefects did (Max Quinn was a very nice guy but really-), but not Castor. It was common knowledge how much care and effort he invested in his duties , though it would be hard to tell right now, as he hopped on the spot trying to get his trousers on. It wasn't even the being late, it was the teasing that was sure to follow. Not quite dressed, he left anyway, taking stairs two-at-a-time and swinging off door posts.
He virtually ran out of the common room, tucking his shirt in underneath his jumper as he went, and didn't slow down until he saw the huge wooden doors. Groaning loudly, he noted the congestion at the doors. A group of third year Gryffindor girls stood like a dense patch of trees and he expertly wove his way around them, smiling nonetheless at one of them when she waved (Being flustered was no reason to forsake manners).
Tie still in his hand, he pushed his way through the throng at the door, "Excus- excuse me. Yes, thank you, sorry, excuse me- could i just- thanks," and popped out the other end. He took a second to fix himself, hot and bothered now and slightly out of breath, tugging at the bottom of his jumper. Trying to muster some dignity, he marched towards the packed Hufflepuff table, tieing the knot in his tie as he went, and tugging his collars back down. By the time he got to his seat, he was finally fully dressed, as he sat down he did his top button, completing the look. The best thing he could think to do right now was too play it off, as if he meant to be very late down when he'd never been late for anything in his life (He was even born premature, though this wasn't a good conversation starter.) A very annoyed looking owl stared down at him, sitting on his copy of The Daily Prophet, "Good morning Desdemona." It was clearly not a greeting she was waiting on, and wouldn't get off the paper and fly off until she'd been given a generous helping of bacon fat. He took a long sip of orange juice, still not quite over his earlier trauma. At least this wouldn't affect the rest of the day-
He stopped dead, nearly choking on his drink. He'd forgotten to pack his book bag. Oh, it was going to be one of those days.
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Post by shades on Nov 28, 2017 15:51:14 GMT -5
10/01/1988 30 Days Until Halloween.
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Heโs a little more than a shrimpy kid when he arrived at Hogwarts, his only similarities with some of the others is he comes Muggle heritage, they have no idea how theyโll be โsortedโ into the houses, and they regularly f-k up the bell curve of population by being a secret wizarding society member in the UK. Being Muggleborn, it took a while to adapt to magic and unusual happeningsโhe privately resents the purebloods, he privately resents how they grew up around magic like itโs normal, and he just had a visit from Professor McGonagall explaining who and what exactly he was and a school specifically for Farley.
In theory and book learning, Farley is always one of the best. In practicum, others are the best, and Farley is above average but clumsy and unwilling to apply himself, and constantly curious. Curious should have been his middle name, because what kind of middle name is Theseus.
The hazard of partnering with Farley Keegan in Potions was that he was a disaster. Until Veronica Goldstein became his partner; none of that occurred. No one had got sick or sentenced detention. The potion did not congeal or boil over or explode or destroy the cauldron. Nothing happened, except what was supposed to happen. โSnape is never going to let you work with anyone else,โ Lewis had told him, a smug smirk on his face. Farley had already suspected that when Professor Snape had broken his pattern and didnโt switch the partners out after three weeks. โLucky duck though, sheโs getting much more madamn every year.โ
Farley only blushed with a mumbled, โyeahโ while looking at his fingers.
That was third year. Unfortunately, Snape did not allow (or even indicated he had the option to) Farley to participate in Potions as a NEWT-level course despite the โExceeds Expectationsโ grade he had received on his OWLs. It didnโt bother Farley too muchโhe preferred Arithmancy and Ancient Runes anyways. The theory was always more exciting than the practicum.
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Farley looks carefully at the personโs sitting in front of him. At first and second glance, they look like an inordinately cluster of Hufflepuffโs and Ravenclawโs, wide-eyes and willful looks as they dug into breakfast. However, of course, one is a werewolf, the other a mad genius, Farley with his habitual to simply waggle his eyebrows and start a fight, a girl who could probably convince Dumbledore he wasnโt wearing socks, and Nicholasโhe makes sure they stay sane.
โWait, you didnโt hear about the crushing amount of debt Hogwarts will put you in? We donโt even have to go to Muggle university to become broke blokesโhey! that rhymed!โ He teased loud and obnoxiously, nudging Murdock playfully and blowing a loud raspberry while stealing back his sausage with a fierce stab of his fork. โYou love me! We dis Disney movies and plan for world domination together. Donโt deny it, Iโm the best.โ Farley shoved the sausage in his mouth in one bite, quirking a lip as he chewed. Bambi Murdock was one his closest friends since coming to Hogwarts. She was punk and harmlessโminus the whole werewolf bit-biteโbonding with him almost immediately over lack of effort to do work while their other friends studied and continuing Muggle-jokes (she never let him live it down that his birthday was May the 4th be with you) while others joined along or looked on and they left them stunned and stuttering in utter confusion.
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Post by breadlover on Nov 30, 2017 15:41:00 GMT -5
Wynn Connolly - Morning - Oct 1st - The Catalyst
Wynn's attention was snatched from her playful conversation starter with Farley by a flash of Ravenclaw robes behind him. Her focus darted to Skylar, who had nearly tripped over her own feet in an effort to stop herself from crashing into Farley's back. Skylar and Wynn had best best friends for- well, as long as she could remember. The two girls had grown up in the same neighborhood, attended the same primary school, and become like sisters over their years at Hogwarts together. Wynn could read Skylar like a book. A moment was all it took to realize the giddy grin still plastered on her face was directed across the room at Vernon, Wynn's other best friend. The boy was practically gliding across the room to the Gryffindor table, Skylar's puppy dog eyes glued to him. โYouโre lucky that I didnโt, too!โ Skylar scolded, trying unsuccessfully to cover up her embarrassment. โHow do you ever expect to learn anything if I do all your work for you?โ She sat down at the Hufflepuff table, still flustered. Wynn scoffed at Skylar's reply, but her mind was already wandering. Skylar's crush on V was painfully obvious, and it was only a matter of time until the two realized their feelings for each other. What was the harm in helping along the inevitable attraction between them? And, there's nothing like experiencing romance vicariously through the love-lives of your best friends to help forget the fact that you have no romantic potential yourself, right? After all, Wynn needed another adventure to keep her spirits up. "What do you say we do something crazy this week?" Wynn blurted loudly, her eyes brimming with mischief. She didn't wait for the other conversations around her to stop, but her words immediately commanded the attention of the students sitting next to her. "It's been an entire month since we started school. and weeks until the Hogsmeade trip, and we had so many papers due last week that the professors will go easy on us this week, and, well, I'm bored," she rambled. They had to say yes, right? Wynn looked directly at Skylar. "And I'm sure some of the Gryffindors will be more than happy to join us on whatever adventure we come up with."
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Post by intentional on Nov 30, 2017 23:15:45 GMT -5
THE DETECTIVE Elias FultonOctober 1, 1988Elias had never been an early riser at home, and it hadnโt changed in the four years heโd been at Hogwarts. Considering heโd been up late last night in the library, pouring over a book about theories behind spell creation. He wanted to develop his own spells, good or bad, and right now he was interested in the subject of flight, and if wizards could fly without the aid of brooms. It was an intense research, and there were so many books to look over at the Hogwarts library, and Madame Pince would only allow so many books to be checked out to one person, no matter how on time he was with the returns.
He woke up with a sharp pain on his cheek, and realized that a corner of one of the books he was reading was pressed up against it. He sat up groggily, casting the tempus charm with the flick of his wrist, and saw that it was 7:20. His roommates were all gone, probably already down at breakfast, giving Elias the room to himself. It did get quite crowded with four boys to a room. His hair characteristically stood in all types of odd angles, and he knew, even with a shower, it would still stick up. But he decided to shower anyways to get his circulatory system flowing with the aid of the hot water, and got dressed in his uniform. His hair looked better, but it was still standing up, and Elias eventually gave up trying to fix it.
He grabbed his things and made sure to grab the book that lie open on his bed, as he wanted to get some more reading done during breakfast before class. He made sure he had his journal on him and grabbed his bag, running down to the Great Hall. No doubt that Eddie was already awake and eating. She was always up early, much to Eliโs dismay, as he loved sleeping in for such a studious student. Not that he didnโt enjoy watching the sun rise with a book in front of him, but he also loved the much-needed break from the world that was sleep.
He saw Eddie standing around by the Hufflepuff table, chatting with the Hufflepuff he recognized as Nic Heartwell. Eli didnโt know him too well, but he knew that he was Eddieโs friend. He also saw Skylar, Wynn, Henrietta and Murdock, all chatting away. He made his way to the Ravenclaw table, where he saw his roommates sitting with their own respective friends. He set the charms book down and mindlessly grabbed whatever sweet food was in front of him as he started to eat. He was rarely the one to initiate any conversation, and he liked being alone and independent, especially if he was reading. It was a rare time to see him not looking off into space, and he wanted to hit an interesting point in his theory for his spell before he would drift off into space or sketch something that wasnโt relevant to what he was motivated to do. THE MEDIATORVeronica GoldsteinOctober 1, 1988She looked up from her book slightly when she saw Lua sit beside her, her hand still twirling her hair out of habit. Her eyes followed the Hufflepuff table where Lua was mentioning the lively group, and Ronnie couldnโt help but roll her amber-brown eyes at the mention of them. She saw Murdock and the others at the table, and she even recognized the boy with glasses, Farley Keegan. He was a nightmare to deal with in potions their previous year, as he always seemed predisposed to putting the wrong ingredient in their potions. And her Head of House never switched her partner after she caught him trying to put pomegranate juice into the Strengthening solution instead of the salamander blood. So she was stuck with him for the rest of the year, and she was always on high-alert, not knowing if Farley was going to try to put the wrong thing in their potion and lower their grade. Luckily, she found out that Snape hadnโt let him in his NEWTs potions this year, so she had one less thing to worry about. But she still saw Farley in her other classes, and realized that he wasnโt doing as badly in his other classes as with potions, and she knew because he had a better grade in Astronomy than her.
โTheyโre a bit too lively for so early in the morning. It always makes me wonder how enthused they are about their topics to talk for that long.โ Ronnie responded, with an indifferent look in their direction.
She was about to turn her attention back to her Ancient Runes text when another person showed up at the Slytherin table, his red and gold robe clashing with the green and silver that she was wearing. She recognized his face immediately, and she couldnโt help but remember seeing him last night, looking very disheveled and tired. And she knew that he hadnโt given McGonagall her note, but she didnโt mind it too much โ it was the boysโ first offense. However, if she saw them violating curfew again, she would send the note straight to McGonagall and skip giving it to Max.
Ronnie couldnโt help but roll her eyes at his flashy smile. She got the impression that Max Quinn was a very self-confident boy, tightroping on the edge of overly charismatic and cocky. She didnโt know him all too well โ she wouldโve never really associated with him if it werenโt for the fact that he was also a prefect. She considered him to be lively as well, although his remark at Lua hinted that he wasnโt as energetic in the morning as those at the Hufflepuff table.
โA little. Next time, make sure your little Gryffindors stay behind the Fat Ladyโs portrait after ten. It was a hassle trying to tell her the password because they wouldnโt stop blubbering about how they were caught out after curfew.โ Ronnie responded, shooting him a slight glare, hinting her annoyance for her lack of sleep.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2017 12:24:06 GMT -5
Bambi Murdock Date: 01/10/1988 Location: The Great Hall Current Status: Disney movies were a mistake Days until next Full Moon: 6
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In her not-so-long time on earth, she'd learnt to mourn the loss of many things - innocence, childhood, her grandfather whom she'd been very close with. But the sausage was a hard blow. If she wasn't so sure that Farley would stake that fork into the back of her hand, she would've fought for it. Whining, she watched it vanish into his mouth, "I used to love you," Murdock commented darkly, drawing herself up to full height, "But that time is over now. You just denied me my breakfast. I'm wasting away, Fungus."
By the stormy looks in her eyes, it would've been hard to tell whether or not she was joking, if you didn't know her well enough but Farely did so she knew she had immunity. But there would be payback for this. One day. "And don't you mention Disney movies to me," She rolled her eyes, flopping her head forward to bury her face in her crossed arms, "I've had a lifetime of comments about Walt f-----g Disney." The harrowed hollowness of her voice made her pain sound almost unbearable, which it was. A certain 1942 animated Disney movie about a young deer and his friends had doomed her to an eternity of random strangers she'd met once quoting the movie at her. ("Oh, are you twitterpated?" No, she's six foot tall and not afraid to start swinging.) They're the second worse offences she could be offered, runner up only to the one time some girl had called her 'goth'. It's better to not bring that one up, because the normally relaxed 6th year could launch into a 45 minute rant on the difference between punk, goth, metal, and emo.
Although Farley would never be forgiven for the sausage, he'd been a haven over the years. Having a fellow Muggleborn was a relief, especially in Junior school. The ride-or-die mentality flows strong between those united by their disadvantages. Even though she'd learnt to take magic in her stride, even after the 'magic' had gone out of it, it was nice to talk to someone normal every now and again (And if Farely is your 'normal' friend, you have a weird group.) Together, they'd even managed to secure a couple of pens, which were rare currency in a school that seemed to be ignoring them for some reason. If either of them had been in Slytherin, it could almost be guaranteed that a Muggleborn black market would be running rampant in the halls of Hogwarts. Post-it-notes, highlighters, calculators (who even knows how to use an abacus?) could descend on a school that insisted they were better off without these simple tools.
When Wynn blurted out her idea, Murdock raised her head from her arms, hair bouncing slightly. The word 'crazy' didn't always fill her with confidence, but the other Ravenclaw girl did have a point. Between exams and different time tables, she'd missed a lot of her friends so far, and still had catching up to do. But this weekend? It was a full moon was dangerously soon. If it didn't fall on one of those days, it'd be just before, and she'd be in no state to go out gallivanting, "I can't do this weekend. I'm tutoring third years for their Dark Arts practical." The lie fell so easily off her tongue that she felt guilty, but it couldn't be helped. "You guys can go on without me though, just like. Try not to die without my watchful presence."
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Post by ๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ข๐ข๐ซ on Dec 3, 2017 10:25:02 GMT -5
HENRIETTA CLARKE Innocent
Two whole minutes. That's how long Henrietta was sitting at that table alone. Now to some, it might seem like, well, two minutes. But the sweet Gryffindor lass, it was an eternity. No one to talk to, or just look at. Just her and her food. With a small frown, she slowly picked at her meal as she watched the Hufflepuff table slowly fill up with people. I should have sat by Farley, he's nice, she thought bitterly. Or maybe-
Her thoughts were cut off by the entrance of a new student. Wynn. A dancing light returned to her eyes as she watched her best friend walk across the Great Hall. Nothing could keep the smile off her face as she waved back, watching the girl sit down with the rest of the house - and some Ravenclaw's. Alright, I'll just go sit my Wynn! As she moved to her feet, Charlie Weasley sat next to her. "Morning, Henrietta!" he chirped brightly.
She paused before placing her rear back onto her seat. Charlie was a nice guy, and she didn't want to seem rude. "Good morning," she responded coolly and she began to eat her meal again. It wasn't long until Rory, who has a 6th year member of the Quidditch team, slid his way in between them and he began to eat his breakfast the proper pureblood boy he was.
She listened intently as he talked about how their goons or something had left them. It wasn't until Charlie replied, "Vernon and Max aren't goons," that she realized he meant their friends. Henrietta sat with a silly smile on her face, as she watched their conversation proceed, simply content to listen.
Henrietta laughed at Charlie's confusion about Jesus. She didn't believe in him or his church stuff, but she knew all about him from her Muggle friends. "Jesus is a guy that the Muggles pray to and stuff. He had a bunch of friends he called Disciples," she said, eyes looking into Charlie's. The red-haired boy nodded, but the confusion still lingered on his face.
Soon enough, Vernon, or V as he was called, decided to show up. He entered the hall in that style of his that Henrietta simply could not ignore. If she had to describe it in one word, it would be beautiful. Like a model on a catwalk, or a bride down the aisle. There was something about V and the air about him that she loved. Just like chocolate.
"Don't even get me started," she said with a giddy grin as he nudged her shoulder. Though Rory was probably one of the coolest guys on the planet, Henrietta found him to be just a tad bit sassy. That wasn't bad, not in the slightest. But the Sugar Plum Princess doesn't know how to handle all that salt.
"I just can't wait for Halloween," she began, mostly talking to herself as picked up a piece of bacon. "I mean, it's just so much fun! The food, the music, the decorations, and the parties are always the best." Taking a bite of bacon, she proceed before swallowing, "Not that I get invited to a lot of parties, but I hear that they're fun."
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