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Robin Corelli-Rose

The slope above the boathouse offered a perfect view of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw Towers, soaring up above the grounds, and the best way to take it all in was flat on one's back on the grass. It the weekend and the fledgling Just Us League was at last getting down to planning the tower-to-tower Zipline - something that Hogwarts sorely needed, because the ever-moving staircases were getting old.

 

Why should Robin - or Francis-and-Kay - have to go all the way down and then all the way back up to see each other, when the others' tower was right there.

 

"What rooms," Robin started, "should be the starting and ending points?"

 

He tried to ignore the little tower between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. Surely, that could be dealt with without trouble?

Edited by Robin Corelli-Rose

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Kay Wickham

Kay was only flat on her back for the first two minutes, before she eagerly dug her elbows into the dirt and kicked her legs up into the air, balancing them over head as she glanced between her two best friends.

 

"I think we should stick to our dorms," she said, somewhat breathless given that she was speaking upside-down. "It'd be too hard to hide it from professors or prefects in the common rooms--at least if they're in our rooms we can shift furniture in front of the anchors or something."

 

She let herself drop back, landing upon her knees (now ft. Grass Stains) and using the momentum to sit upright. Her lips pursed in momentary disappointment, before she said, reluctant, "Fran's might be better than mine. Kelby doesn't really like me, I think she'd tattle."

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Francis Barnes II

"I think Kelby just needs more sunlight and sustenance," Francis contributed, not once looking up from his lap, where he was in the process of knitting a pair of lime green mittens.  Who where they for?  Francis wasn't sure yet.  He had considered giving them to @Lester Roach so that his hands hurt less when he punched people in the face, as faces were quite bony and full of odd protrusions. "But I agree with Kay.  Aiden, Alvin and Ivan will probably be more receptive to random people flying through their windows than Kelby."

 

With that said, a thought occurred to Francis.  An incredibly off-topic thought: "Have you ever noticed how similar their names are?"

 

Aiden.

 

Alvin.

 

Ivan.

 

"I hope they don't start a club without me because my name is weird."

 

:C

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Robin Corelli-Rose

Robin hummed, squinting his eyes and skipping from tower to tower - to tower. There didn't seem to be any way around third tower (spatially, it was the second, but it was the third wheel for sure).

 

Kay had a point about the Common Room, though that would have been Robin's first choice. "Kelby shouldn't worry," he shook his head. "The girls' dorms are probably warded." He tried to remember where he'd heard that - Lindy? Pre-Hogwarts Primary? Good Cop Dad? Either way, he strongly suspected that trying to fly into the girls' dorms would result in a broken zipline. "It's okay, Francis - you've got the Just Us League and your own codename," Robin said, reaching out and patting the closest bit of his cousin.

 

With regards to the boys' dorms, though, Robin had no intention of giving the boys in Ravenclaw the option of arguing about it - if they couldn't see what a zipline could do for Hogwarts...

 

Oh.

 

But wait.

 

Robin sat up.

 

"Gryffindor boys' dorm," he pointed vaguely at the tower, then moved his finger to the middle tower. "Supply house?" Then onto Ravenclaw. "Rooftop garden."

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Kay Wickham

Kay pursed her lips as Fran suggested her roommate might need more sunlight. Maybe she could find a way to get her some. "Could be," she said, and rolled onto her belly, arms outstretched flat in the grass.

 

The Gryffindor boys really did have similar names--except the DJs Turlough, that is, but they had their own similarity issues.

 

"They can't start a club without you," Kay said, partly muffled by the grass. When she craned her neck to look up at Cissy her nose was smudged with dirt. "I'd kick them on their butt-bones if they did." Never mind that the Just Us League was a club on its own, it was the principle of the thing--isolating a single roommate would just be unfair.

 

Robin comforted Fran and Kay plucked out some grass to stuff into the front pocket of his red hoodie, fluffing it up like it was a pillow. Seeya for naps later, hoodie pillow.

 

Then he was suddenly sitting up, dislodging her grass stuffing and having one of his silent epiphanies, followed by pointing and a few sparse words. Kay followed the line of his index finger towards the towers, and the tall building in-between.

 

"So, like... a way-point?" she said, scrubbing the dirt from her nose across her cheek instead. "It would be easier to set up two shorter zips than a really long one."

 

And then, "You guys have a rooftop garden? What do we have on our roof?" she asked, glancing to Francis, and back to Gryffindor tower, squinting hard. "More roof?"

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Majesty

A metal clang chimed in the distance, echoing off the thick forest trees. Majesty stopped and sniffed the air, he was close...

 

If there was one thing Majesty hated more than working for his favorite meal, it was the mud that he trotted through.  It was a rare sight for the Thestral to venture this far out of his home.  The forest offered him much protection than out here in the open, however, he was hunting and refused to go home without a full stomach.

 

Walking further out the Thestral stopped and smelled the air.  A new smell entered his snout, one of which he knew was not that of the Niffler he was tracking.  His hooves snapped the twigs under them and his Best in Show medallion clanked against his bony body as he approached the children of the castle that had decided to lay in the mud. Not even it could mask their stench. 

 

‘Disgusting’

 

Majesty huffed as he kept trotting

 

__________

 

Hello dearies!  

 

Just trotting through, looking for Nifflers.  Normal Thestral things!

 

Pro tip: If your character has witnessed death so far in his or her life, congrats!  You can see Majesty!  If not, you are still able to hear twigs breaking, bushes rustling, hearing his best in show medallion, and anything else your character might have heard or smelled!  

 

 

Edited by Majesty
Adding more pro tips

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Francis Barnes II

Francis quite liked the idea of having a mid-way hangout point between the two towers.  To him, it sounded an awful lot like having a secret tree house no one else knew about, where they could build comfy pillow forts, hang out all night, and decorate to their heart’s delight.

 

“Maybe the middle tower,” tower two? “Can be our new base of operation!” Surely the League needed somewhere to host their TOP SECRET meetings… like this one they were currently having quite publicly on the lawn.

 

The thought was interrupted when a strange smell hit Francis’s nostrils.  Against his better judgement, he sniffed again… and nearly gagged as an odour most foul filled his lungs.

 

“Robin!  You’re supposed to say excuse me when you toot!” Francis admonished sternly.

 

>:/

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Robin Corelli-Rose

A way-point meant two ziplines, which meant double the work.

 

Still - doable.

 

Besides, Kay and Francis each had a point: having a way-point made sense, as a place to storehouse, a base of operations, and perhaps a meeting point. It was perfect - worth the the work it would require. He needed to send a letter to his dads, asking for supplies. He was just about to say this and suggest that all three of them give input in the request, so that it seemed like a Big Deal, when Francis yelped him name.

 

Robin rounded on him with wide eyes - which grew wider still at the implication.

 

"Wasn't me," he frowned, smart enough to know that toots could not be hidden and that it was pointless to try. Anyway. "What would your parents..." he started, but something had him turning towards Kay, who was unnaturally quiet and staring off to the side. "Kay?"

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Kay Wickham

Having a headquarters outside of their dorm rooms (which were more secret than common rooms but less secret than middle-towers) sounded like a good plan for the longevity of the league. Kay wasn't much of a long-term thinker--she tended to invest her everything in the moment--but even she knew that they needed a solid foundation if they wanted to keep this going past first year.

 

She was glad that Robin and Francis were her other halves (thirds?) in this venture, because there was no way she could have figured this out all on her own. In fact, she was content to let them puzzle out the details with limited input, and had just stretched out on her side to pillow her head on her beefy-baby-bicep when Fran's speech came to an abrupt end. This was odd, because usually his verbal train of thought was only interrupted by another thought, as opposed to complete silence, so Kay looked over at him with curiosity.

 

Cissy's face was scrunched like he smelled something rank, and just as he visibly gagged she could smell it, too. The word 'toot' was thrown about, and there were few things more dishonest than an unclaimed toot. She sat up, scanning their surroundings for whatever new element had arrived on the scene of their TOP SECRET MEETING, when the sound of twigs snapping and the clank of metal drew her attention.

 

Kay spun to the side, up on her knees for a better view, and froze when she caught sight of a dark shape--

 

--It was only a glimpse but it was moving, it was alive, it had black bat wings and a skeletal frame and it looked so hungry--

 

--red hair and a bent bicycle wheel--

 

"Kay?"

 

"Huh?" She startled, dropping back onto her butt and turning quick towards Robin's voice, caught off-guard. "Did you see--" she gestured towards the creature, only to discover that nothing was there. "HUH?"

 

Scrambling to her feet, Kay spun around to try and catch sight of whatever-it-was again, frustration building up in the clench of her fists as it proved a futile search. "But--it was there! You guys saw it, right? Just over there!" She pointed once again towards where it should have been, that frightening but fascinating apparition that was starting to seem made up in her head.

 

One look back at her friends and she could tell that they hadn't seen anything at all. Her shoulders stiffened defensively, suddenly worried that they would think she was a liar--for obvious reasons. "It's true!" she said, and curled her hands tight around the ends of her braids, giving them some agitated tugs. "It was like a... bony bat-pony!"

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Francis Barnes II

In Francis’s opinion, Robin had protested the mysterious flatulence far too quickly too be innocent. Nevertheless, he decided to keep his suspicions to himself. After all, Robin was probably just embarrassed of the gas he’d tried to pass in silence and secrecy.

 

“Okay, Robin,” Francis nodded, unconvinced, “just remember that farts are a totally normal and nothing to be embarrassed about, kay?”

 

Speaking of Kay (lol, see what I did there) Kay’s attention had clearly wandered elsewhere sometime during Francis and Robin’s low-key game of WHO DUN IT. Francis tracked her line of sight, but was stumped to see her looking intently at well... nothing.

 

“Wow... she’s deep in imagination land.” Francis observed quietly, head tilted ever so slightly in studious interest as he peered at Kay peering at nothing.

 

Robin prodded her first, gently with her name, which seemed to be enough to snap Kay out of whatever thought had stalled her systems.

 

Then Kay was up and on her feet, gesturing wildly at places that were empty while speaking rapidly about something she’d seen that simply had not been.

 

“... Is this a magic thing?” Francis wondered aloud. “It sounds like a magic thing.”

Edited by Francis Barnes II

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Robin Corelli-Rose

Kay's confusion was bewildering. He looked and looked, but could see nothing but the rolling green and the castle beyond, so what - ?

 

Maybe she'd eaten something bad for breakfast and was hallucinating? When she asked for validation, Robin could only shake his head in confusion. He looked at Francis, who looked no more in the know than he did. And then -  bat pony...

 

That only one of them could see.

 

That only one of them could see under very special circumstances.

 

Robin froze and felt a shiver run up his spine. He'd had heard of them - when Lindy had written them at the beginning of her Second Year, she had gushed about the carriages that appeared to be pulled by a team of invisible horses. Her imagination had run wild with fantastical breeds of magical horses, but Bad Cop Dad had put a cap on that by describing them as "draconic horses."

 

Which Lindy would have loved, but which struck terror into Robin. 

 

Bad Cop Dad had thought he was helping.

 

Good Cop Dad had suggested that when Robin entered his Second Year, he bring some bacon to feed them with. 

 

Robin had no intention of ever coming near them. He would much rather brave the boats again - or walk.

 

Though 'bat pony' sounded much better than 'draconic horse,' it didn't lessen the measure of dread that crept into his hushed voice. He knew what they were called. "...A Thestral?" He looked around once more, eyes wide - was that faintly sweet smell rot, or was it just how fallen leaves smelled? Was that soft snap a thestral creeping amongst them, or was it only some small animal weaving through the grass?

 

Of course, there was nothing for him to see, but all the hairs at the back of his neck stood on end anyway. 

 

"You can only see them if - " Robin stopped; it was probably a bad idea to say more... but Kay was going to find out eventually, and it begged a very important question. So he continued. " - you've seen someone die." His voice fell away on the last word. He looked at Kay; they'd been friends for years - how did he not know this about her? He frowned, morbidly curious.

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Kay Wickham

“Thestral?” Kay repeated, frowning at the way Robin had gone taut with tension, on high alert, his wide eyes searching and cataloguing their surroundings with an apprehension that suggested he’d rather not find what he was looking for.

 

Definitely a magic thing.

 

The girl dropped back down onto her knees beside them, glancing at Fran as their friend stumbled—uncharacteristically—over an explanation.

 

“—you’ve seen someone die.”

 

Kay flinched as if she’d been struck, unsure whether it was the implication or the question on Robin’s face that triggered the reaction. She could tell by the shape of his frown that he was wondering why she’d never told him—but there was nothing to tell, and it was important that he knew she’d never keep something like that from him.

 

Something like ‘I saw someone die’.

 

It wasn’t something true, not yet, even if it felt true in that place in her gut where discomfort coagulated around lies like white blood cells attacking an infection. There, in that place, “I saw someone die” rested like a river stone.

 

The fact that she could see this magical thing suggested that it must be true, but her memory knew better. That wasn’t the sort of thing you forget—so it must be the premise that was faulty.

 

“That can’t be right,” she said, slowly, her lips pulled into a little frown as it fought against words she was not used to saying in this order to these friends. “I’ve never seen a... a dying person.”

 

Kay averted her eyes and plucked at the grass with her fingers some more, pulling up tufts and spreading them over her lap. “I don’t remember ever seeing someone die,” she said next, and that felt less like lying. She could feel both Robin and Fran's eyes upon her, and her shoulders tensed under the weight of their wondering. Her frown became a scowl, and she reached up to fidget with her hat next, scratching her head through the knit fabric and shuffling the whole thing around restlessly. “I was probably just daydreaming something I saw in a picture book or whatever,” she said idly, “it was only there for a second, anyway!”

 

Finally lifting her head again, she looked between her friends before grinning wide and gesturing to the towers in the distance once more. “C'mon, haven't we still got more planning to do? Let's talk ziplines!”

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