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Xenia Lupu-Haidei

There existed a plethora of things that Xenia found annoying, but having to deal with both a detention AND the loss of house points by Juan flacking Garcia of all goddamn people within the same night really had pushed her annoyance for that sorting night to its peak. And it wasn't even the issue of losing house points that bothered Xenia—it was the fact that Juan flacking Garcia of all goddamn people had been the one to assert authority over her. When it came to authoritative figures, Xe didn't do well with any regular schmuck telling her what to do, so Juan was much worse.

 

Her annoyance and anger that sorting night threatened to consume her the whole night, but then a first year Hufflepuff had thrown up in the Great Hall all over some random Ravenclaw boy and there, like a bolt of lightning, an idea had randomly struck Xenia: if Juan was going to walk around pretending his authority meant anything (it didn't mean a damn thing in Xenia's eyes, and she would tell him as much; what else would do—take away more house points?) then Xe would make damn sure that he had his work cut out for him. Which is why she had pulled Robin aside and told him to meet her at the lakefront under the stealth of night, and sent the other Ravenclaw boy a note to do the same thing.

 

If he was really the type of person Xenia was hoping he was, he'd find a way to sneak away from the first years' tour like she and Robin managed to do the year prior.

 

She stood nearby a tree at the lakefront, picking at her nails and staring Robin in the face. "You think I could train my cats to attack Juan?" She asked the boy, half small talk and half genuine consideration.

Edited by Xenia Lupu-Haidei

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Robin Corelli-Rose

A long sigh hissed past Robin's nostrils as he allowed himself to be manhandled by Xenia out of his seat and whisked off towards the lake. Upon disembarking the Hogwarts Express, Robin had hoped he'd have a chance to settle in to his 2nd year at the school before the chaos started (he was enlightened enough to know that wishing for a sensible year - all of it - was pointless), but the maelstrom hit before they'd even reached the castle gates. Womp womp..

 

If that was the proverbial foot with which he'd started his year, resistance was futile, and besides, he already had detention, courtesy of Bad Cop Dad (way to live up to the title) - what was this breach of school rules? They wouldn't be the first or even the last ones to sneak around past curfew, they were just starting to play hooky early. Robin didn't really feel like a rebel, however. it wasn't as if he really had a choice. He shrugged into his black school robes, hoping they would conceal the bright red of his trademark hoodie.

 

The lake lazily lapped at the shoals and the moonlight rendered everything around them in a different shade of blue, ranging from inky-navy, to white-baby-blue. Robin stayed well enough away from the water's edge and cast the dark water an occasional glance as he and Xenia waited for the third of their party. He had been vexed by his Housemate, for her comments about the worth of his sister's House (if Lindy hadn't been in Hufflepuff, Robin wouldn't have said anything at all). He gave his Ravenclaw companion a nettled look as he considered her question.

 

An easy retort would have been to wonder aloud if she was really peeved about the lost House Points. His dad hadn't taken any points, when he could have (and should have, from some), so the pittance Xenia had docked at dinner could easily be marked as those owed... But saying so would result in a combative response and therefore would be a waste of words. Robin shelved that which he wanted to say, and instead took an impartial stance. Bad Cop Dad had enchanted a whole brood of model dragons to do his bidding, but that was complicated magic, beyond Robin's current scope - and he didn't want to work any kind of magic of Xenia's three cats. 

 

Finally he nodded in acquiescence: he had no idea how they would achieve this, but it was theoretically possible. He thought about suggesting she put the Prefect's shoes near the litter box, but Xenia struck him as a long-con sort of personality. 

 

"With enough treats and proper timing," Robin answered. "Get them to attack once, reward them. Repeat."

Edited by Robin Corelli-Rose

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Cassian McAvoy

The night of the Sorting Feast was sensory overload for Cassian. Immediately after sitting on a stool that decided his fate for the next seven years, he ate until he thought it was quite possible that his stomach was going to explode. From there, he received a note and went on a tour – though all the details were still fuzzy to him on that too. Really, the only important thing was the ominous message he received demanding his presence at the lakefront in the middle of the night.

Already, he was envisioning some sort of secret initiation waiting for him in the shadows that would truly make him a part of Ravenclaw and Hogwarts as a whole. The most difficult part of it all was trying to navigate his way around the castle when the stairs kept moving in crazy directions, and he was almost certain he ran into tapestries that were older than Gramps. Still, his curiosity outweighed everything else as he continued searching until he finally found a way to get outside.


All he could think, as he started towards the designated meeting spot, was how he would have preferred a map instead of the tour they were actually given. How was he expected to find his way back up to the tower in these conditions? Making a note to himself to mention his need for a map, he took few more steps before he spotted them. This must be where his secret initiation was set to begin.

Pulling the note out of his pocket again, he read it over one more time to make sure there were no hidden code words or required courses of action, but when he came up empty-handed, he decided the best strategy would be: just go for it.  Stuffing the note back into his pocket, he strolled up with a smile as he surveyed the two older kids. “I’m here for my initiation,” he decided to announce out loud, “but uh, where’s everybody else?”

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Xenia Lupu-Haidei

Robin's annoyance at Xenia's earlier comments about Hufflepuff had completely gone over the girl's head. She had stopped paying attention to the conversation at hand once she found out that Juan had been given a prefect badge and, thus, the ability to enact utter hell over her life for the next however long Juan stayed at Hogwarts. And, in the darkness of the night, Xe couldn't even see her counterpart's irritated look. So, Robin's internal feelings—that he, no doubt, tried to externalize—were wholly lost on Xe and she continued to go on with her life as if nothing had happened.

 

At Robin's suggestion of how to properly train her cats to become trained assassins, Xenia hummed low in her throat. Good ideas, she thought. Midnight was particularly vicious and seemed like he thirsted for blood. Metaphorically speaking, of course.

 

Before she could even form a response to Robin's suggestion, a foul smelling stench hit her nostrils and had her closing her mouth out of fear that she'd be able to taste it, too. She covered her nose with her robe and made a face at the first year boy for showing up without changing his clothes to free himself of the smell of vomit. "Did you walk around smelling like that all night?" No, that couldn't have been possible. Some disgusted prefect would've had to fix the problem by then.

 

Perhaps this boy put his smelly robes back on just to assert dominance over Xenia and Robin? If this had, in fact, been on purpose Xe could only let a surge of pride swell in her heart. It's the type of power move she would've pulled herself if she was meeting up with older students.

 

"No one else is joining us, kid. Not yet, anyway." Her words were muffled by her robes pushed firmly against her nose and her mouth. "For God's sake, take your damn robes off. You smell terrible," she instructed the younger boy, pointing to the ground for him to chuck his rancid clothing down on. "We—Robin and I, that is—want to introduce you into our second year shenanigans. As well as getting back at Juan Garcia."

 

Xenia didn't mention that that last part was for her and her alone.

 

"But, you've gotta prove yourself as worthy enough. Are you willing to get detention before you even reach the castle grounds? Willing to lose house points and risk everyone in Ravenclaw hating you? We've won the House Cup three years' running, mind you."

Edited by Xenia Lupu-Haidei

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Robin Corelli-Rose

It wasn't long before their - or more precisely, Xenia's (Robin was simply aiding and abetting) - partner in All Things Clandestine showed up. In fact, the sour stench of vomit preceded him; Robin wrinkled his nose, marginally more polite than his Yearmate. He looked the newly-minted First Year Ravenclaw up and down, quietly amazed at how being only a school year higher made him feel much older than their closeness in age should have allowed.

 

While Xenia gave the younger Ravenclaw boy her recruitment speech, Robin opted to watch his face in the pale light of the moon, attempting the gauge the height of his 'Nope, Red Flag' walls. Did Xenia get inspiration for her oration after having received her own detention (along with a good percentage of their classmates) just earlier that evening. They were definitely risking more detention by being out by the lake at night without badge of chaperone. He glanced back at Hogwarts: despite the hundreds of bright-ochre windows dotting the castle's turrets, towers and halls, the school itself remained a massive foreboding shadow against the backdrop of the night sky. No professors, fathers or Prefects could be seen marching purposefully down the lawn to break up their meeting.

 

Really, Robin thought, with no small amount of defiance; Hogwarts had been around for centuries, which meant untold numbers of students that had broken school rules and gone out in the dark of the night for not reason than because they could, or because they thought that they could never get caught... surely, the professors all knew this was a common occurrence - a fact of student life at a boarding school. Trying to stamp the act from happening was a pointless endeavour. It was more like an unspoken game of Hide-and-Seek, coupled with 'catch me if you can' than school rules that everyone knew they were playing. 

 

He tuned back in to the conversation and found himself saying, "Your test is to dunk yourself in the lake."

 

It had happened so suddenly that Robin himself was surprised; the words had sprung out of his mouth like his father's dragons out the first open door they see. His startled eyes glanced from Xenia to the boy; he couldn't exactly take the words back - nor could be say, 'or don't.' He didn't go back on the things that came out his mouth. He was responsible for every syllable.

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Branchy

It was a nice day for a walk, and Branchy was just thinking that would be the best thing to do for the day. There wasn't a lot happening, he was just making sure no one would brother him and his fairy eggs. Seems like at least a few people knew that it was best to not brother him. Though today it was time for his walk, and he wanted to see if the squid would come out and show his face, though it seems like the lakefront there was people there. Meaning that he might now show up at all. But that didn't stop Branchy from making his way to where some people were sitting  or standing. He couldn't tell what they were doing at all.

 

Standing just far enough to where he could be seen but no one was able to pick him up. That was something he was scared of, after his first year of being here. Someone wanting to take him. He didn't see anyone that he knew.

 

Maybe the humans over there would be nicer, he made his way a little closer, just to see what they were doing.

 

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Cassian McAvoy

Glancing down at the robes that still hung loosely off of his slim frame, Cassian frowned to himself. After that Hufflepuff girl had thrown up on him in the Great Hall, he sort of blurred through the rest of the evening. At one point, he did swim through a giant swimming pool (also known as the prefect’s bathroom) with lots of bubbles and soap that he had assumed made him smell better. However, as he looked at the two older kids standing before him, Cassian quickly realized he had just become acclimated to the stench.

Gross.

He didn’t need to be told twice before he began shedding his robes. He hadn’t even gone up to see his Common Room completely before he was off meeting these older kids, so the first year didn’t really have much opportunity to ‘clean up’. Instead, he stood before them with a smile, silently thanking the weather for being relatively warm for September.

“No one else?” he questioned, tilting his head just slightly as he examined the older kids. The ‘not yet’ sounded ominous, but Cassian desperately wanted to be accepted by the cool, older crowd. Instead of speaking out when he knew he should have, he kept his lips firmly pressed together as he listened and waited. He had no clue who Juan Garcia was or why they had chosen Cassian specifically, but he nodded as the girl in charge started giving him ‘The Talk’.

No, not that talk. It was the talk about whether he was worthy or not. “Detentions don’t bother me,” he volunteered. “And I don’t even know or care about a house cup, so I don’t have any objections here.” The quiet boy was just sort of staring, so Cassian just stared back as he waited for input. However, when the quiet boy finally did speak, Cass was not expecting the challenge he presented. Taking only seconds to consider his answer, Cassian shrugged his shoulders as he nodded, “Okay. Oh dude, watch out, there’s a stick moving behind you. I think it's a bug or something.”

After addressing the weird stick creature that was alarmingly close to Robin, Cassian began to take off his shirt and shoes before he started towards the water. Step one to being a cool kid? Check.

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Xenia Lupu-Haidei

Despite the fact that she hated authority figures, Xenia liked to be in control. That is: she liked to be the one giving the orders instead of the one taking them, but even when it came to giving orders she wasn't completely sold on the whole idea because no one had any real obligation to listen to her or hold anything that she said onto any level of importance. So the fact that this younger boy was still stood in front of them, listening to her talk as though they were all a team of top secret spies, was something in itself. She was about to launch into another spiel about tests of bravery and loyalty when Robin spoke up and proposed something that left Xenia's jaw hanging on the floor.

 

If it weren't for the cover of night, Xe was sure her shock would've been more conspicuous. Instead, she'd simply gathered herself and nodded her head in agreement, pretending that she'd been in on Robin's proposed test. "Uh, yeah, that. Do that," she provided, weakly. There was something moving in the grass near Robin, and Xe allowed her eyes to focus on the thing as she squinted at it. It looked quite... branchy? There was really no other way to describe it. It was small (obviously) and twig-like in nature. It hovered precariously close to Robin's leg. "Uh, Robin. He's right. There is something by your leg. Don't freak out, though! You don't want to scare it away."

 

Before Xenia could even say anything else about the situation, the first year boy (whose name she really ought to catch) was already stripping down and heading towards the lake. Xe looked from the boy to Robin, then back to the boy, with a 'holy sh*t' look. "That was... uncomfortably easy," she murmured to Robin. The last thing she'd needed to see was a shirtless first year.

 

"Make sure you take a quick bath. Get the smell of vomit off you!"

Edited by Xenia Lupu-Haidei

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Robin Corelli-Rose

A stick moving towards him...? Robin blinked and turned - and froze when Xenia suggested he be careful. He gave her a mildly exasperate look, because 'Don freak out!' said with a raised voice tended to have the opposite reaction on the person it was said to. Luckily for the mysterious little stick creature - wherever, whatever it was - Robin was not the sort of freak out without good reason. He cautiously inspected the grass around him; the blue-ish gloom of the evening made it difficult to pick out anything out of the--

 

There.

 

A knobby and segmented creature, with two leaves sprouting from what Robin assumed was the head, and the whole of it resembling like a pygmy tree with all its roots outside, was indeed crouching in the grass nearby. Robin had never seen anything quite like it, and he wondered then what a giant like he looked like to the creature. He waved to it (@Branchy) - a friendly waggle of fingers and murmured, "Would you like a better view?" He left that decision up to the little critter, to climb or nor. Himself, Robin turned back see the consequences of his words.

 

He had honestly expected Xenia to come up with an idea first, given that she was the one that had insisted on this rendezvous ('insisted' being that she had made it sound less like an over-zealous invitation and more like 'You're coming or else'). However, the Ravenclaw girl's eyes had blinked shock for a moment before she struggled to school her features into an expression of 'Yes, that's been the plan all along.' No one was more surprised than Robin (and you had better believe it) at the nature of the initiation - no, test of courage; that sounded better, more honourable - that had come out of his mouth.

 

It was too late - and it really wouldn't look very good - to go back on his words now; Xenia's small sleuthing group had a reputation to protect (so Robin thought, at least). So, now they all had to deal with the consequences of having just consigned a First Year to a very cold dip in the lake. At night. Under the light of a crisp Scottish moon.

 

...In retrospect, this interlude felt very fitting with the theme of witchcraft. Welcome to Hogwarts...

 

In slightly-closer-to-the-present-spect, neither Xenia nor Robin had expected the boy to agree so easily. Watching the First Year move towards the shore, Robin suddenly felt the burden of responsibility heavy on his shoulders: Here was this kid, a year younger than they - and one whose name they did not yet know to boot - willing to do what they'd asked, to...? What? Robin frowned more deeply and shifted his weight. "We let his touch the water," he whispered. "That's proof enough." Otherwise, who knew - what if he did dunk himself and something grabbed him from below...?

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