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  2. Bryony King

    Last ditch effort

    Being shook awake by Dunkle, after only being asleep for an hour was not how Bryony had planned to spend her day. Work had been difficult lately. Harvesting Moonseeds meant long shifts. Day and night. Sometimes both. When at home all she did was sleep, wake up, eat and go back to the institute. It was gruelling work. But she still adored it. If she didn't she would have given it up by now. It wasn't exactly like she needed the money. "Mistress Bryony has a guest" The House Elf seemed almost irritated by the fact. Reaching out from plush white bedclothes she took up her phone and cursed herself when she realised she had been asleep barely an hour and a bit. She wasn't expecting anyone. Spencer was away for work and well...she didn't really have any friends in her life at the moment. Apart from those at the institute. But they would never call here. They didn't know about her grand town house in Kensington in London. Her almost palatial other life away from the rough and ready side of things at the Institute. Groaning she pulled herself out of her comfy bed, shoving on some jeans that wear laying on the floor and running a hand through her short cropped hair quickly and she began to pad along barefoot, following Dunkle to where he had left the unexpected guest waited for her in the foyer. Confused and bleary eyed she tried to shake herself awake somewhat, it could be something important. But when her eyes actually locked on to who stood in front of her, she was floored. Stopping abruptly on the stairs all she could do was stare down at the ghost of the old friend that stood before her. "Xan.." Breathlessly she eventually let his name roll off of her tongue. Well this was a surprise. Too focused on him to even notice the bundle in his arms. Was this really happening? It had been so long. Too long. Bryony had often thought about him. Worried about him. Wondered where he was. But just as often she had quickly quashed those thoughts. Xanadu was a lone wolf to say the least and really she knew he wouldn't want her thinking of him like that. She could have looked for him, but so insanely proud and independent, she just assumed he was off living his best life. And after a moment it was confirmed as her eyes dropped down to the bundle her held closely. Her rounded lips fell open, poised as if she wanted to say something. But couldn't bring herself to. The shock of him arriving had rattled her right up. Even more so when she finally took in the state he was in. Grimy and much too thin, like he hadn't had a good meal in...well merlin knows how long. And then there was the small matter of the small matter her held closely, it was making noise and suddenly her gaze was redirected there instead. And still all she could do was stand and stare for what seemed an eternity. That was until a surge of old emotions came rushing back to her all at once. And with that she almost fell down the stairs because she couldn't get to him quick enough. She had missed him so intensely. Growing up they'd been so close. It had always been them together. So similar in their upbringing, seemingly destined to have the same adult life, at one stage Bryony wouldn't have been surprised if she was married off to Xanadu just to please their ancient Grandmothers. But then Xanadu had just disappeared. In the mean time their lives had turned out drastically different. Throwing her arms around his neck she didn't particular care if she had squeezed the breath out of him, or the life out of the baby now caught between them. Still she held him tightly "Where have you been.I missed you so much.." eventually was all she could murmur softly in his ear.
  3. Today
  4. Vladimir Valentin

    Where is the sun in the night? Is it cold, is it cold?

    Having Fiona in his arms, even in this moment of inward panic and outward stoicism, made the trials of this evening a little more bearable. True, there was still no further word from anyone, save the radio interrupting for pieces and fragments of information that did not yet make up a coherent story, but at least they were together. The wait for word was likely to be fraught with worry and despair, and hope that what word was received from the school was not horrific. The hardest part for Vladimir in that moment was to keep his mind from traversing down a familiar path of the worst case scenario. That there would be injury beyond repair. That there would be death. No, he could not allow his mind to go down that way. It would keep Vladimir from standing strong, from being the pillar he was supposed to be, and neither could he allow Fiona to catch on to such horrific thoughts. It would cause her to worry even more in turn, and Vladimir could not allow that circle to begin turning. Vladimir did not panic or fret when it took Fiona a little longer than was their norm for her to reply to his request. After all, her acquiescence to the request he had put forth was met with a half finished thought before the woman buckled and took that seat on the couch. To sit and wait, to sit and do nothing he knew was painful for them both, for differing reasons, but that was thus. At first Vladimir was still rooted to the spot, his own muscles not comprehending the task that his brain had put forth. Sitting down and waiting was all they could do, and yet Vladimir still wished he could go and protect his sisters. Sitting and doing nothing was difficult... but it was the only choice to be had at the moment. And as Vladimir had learned oft throughout the years, the hardest task to do was often times the correct course of action. Vladimir took a seat next to Fiona in time to watch his girlfriend sink forward and hunch over her knees. His eyes drifted to her hands as the palms turned upward, his ears listening to the emotionally charged Romanian that came forth at the same time. For Vladimir's part, he could not relate to the manner in which Fiona and his mother felt in this scenario. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it when Fiona continued, his own hands twitching in his lap as he watched his girlfriend clasp her hands together as they did. "I do wish there was more we could do too," he told her softly, leaning his body against Fiona's with one arm reaching around her torso. His other hand moved to rest over top of her clasped ones. He let his thumb brush over her skin, an old habit, one that had never died away. "It is hard to sit and do nothing but wait... Though it is what must be done, until we know more." And that fact did not make this any easier to swallow, but it was all they had, besides each other in their worry and fretting.
  5. Alexander Crow

    Children Behave, That's What They Say When We're Together

    Alex could only wish that the camping trip he's about to get hauled on is as fun as Pali's idea of it. "Unfortunately, my Dad's plans aren't as exciting as yours." He said with an attempt to smile that somehow ended in a wince. "He mostly just barks orders and wants me to go hunting... I didn't." He didn't want to appall her with stories of how he burst into tears at the end of it. Pitching a tent in the backyard is really more his style. "You have puppies?" He inquired, the Ravenclaw has been wanting a pet for a while now but Lucas strongly objected. Seeing Pali will certainly brighten up his summer. "Really? I'm looking forward to it!" He exclaimed, already running a list of places to visit on their day out. Though he was slightly nervous about the thought of her girlfriend's Dad knowing about them. Fathers are supposed to be protective of their daughters, Lucas has always been with Penny. Then again, she's obviously his favorite. "I talk to Mum about you all the time... though she doesn't know about---" He trailed off and smiled shyly. Now he's thinking about it. Alex has been applying copious coats of toasted marshmallow flavored lip balm ever since. "Did you tell anyone about... us?" He finished that last word tentatively, Alex was still grasping the fact only last year they were kids running around calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend. Now they were teenagers and starting to finally understand what those titles mean. The thought made him giddy. Like when he learned to bake a flawless batch of cookies for the first time or every time he wins a duel against an older student. Now he can add kissing his girlfriend/bestfriend to the list.
  6. Honorine Nott

    Absence Notices

    Graduation Weekend + BookExpo + BookCon = Why do my busiest weeks coincide with Quidditch wow??? Will be reachable but continuing to suck at posting from Today through June 3. If I'm about to time out on a duel I would definitely appreciate a nudge.
  7. Fenella Campbell

    Courtyard contemplation

    A rush of relief swept over her as the boy laughed. She smiled sheepishly. There had been signs- the robes with the house crest, the posters that had magically appeared in the corridors, the fact that she should probably be able to tell her classmates apart by now ... then again she couldn't separate the Valentin twins and she shared a room with them! It was clear that she needed to get to know her classmates a little better, but that wasn't always easy for someone whose main goal in life was to blend in. "Yes, Fenella," she replied. "Sorry Pine," she apologised for the third time this conversation. "I guess I wasn't paying attention." But who could really? Pay attention that is. Before the bumping in to and the spilled tea Fenella had been so lost in her own world, the world of What ifs and How comes and But whys? It was only the second day back from the Christmas break and if she couldn't get it together long enough to not sit in a thoroughfare or remember her classmate's name, then how was she going to focus on classes? She looked at Pine, turned her head (much like a puppy dog who doesn't understand what its human has just said) and frowned. It dawned on her that perhaps her classmate might be asking himself the same questions. She had seen the posters on the walls this morning and from the chatter she'd overheard at dinner last night everyone now knew who the werewolves were. Fenella wasn't all that surprised to learn that there were 3 people from their class in that group, and now one of them was standing right in front of her. But he had managed a laugh, so she would follow his lead. Fenella shook her head slightly, sighed and then turned her frown upside side. Her smile went from ear to ear as she asked, "Oh Pine, what have we got ourselves in to?"
  8. Grayden Payne

    Just hold on we're going home

    To be fair, a part of Grayden realized that calling Elke a better teacher than 'a lot of their professors' wasn't a great compliment since the pool of 'good professors' was very small, but at the same time, he thought she was genuinely very good. "You're patient," he told her. "With.. with me, anyway, and smart. Knowledgeable." The familiar blush began to creep up his cheeks, but he willed it back (or tried to). When Elke called him her best friend too, Grayden felt a sudden urge to skip around the Great Hall in a way that'd surely get him teased (and maybe punched), but the amount of pure energy her words shot through him was hard to shake. He did stay still, or tried to (his legs bounced mildly), but Merlin, it was hard. He attempted to keep his expression composed. He thought about other blokes he'd seen (not in his year, but older), who would have cool reactions and, unlike him, know exactly what to say. Something that'd make her grin and blush (and swoon?) But.. Grayden also knew, with her, he'd never had to try to be someone else before. He'd always been completely himself, and she never had any problem with it—she, unbelievably, liked it— no matter how nerdy or strange. There was no reason for him to change now. "I - thank you," he managed. "Just.." He shrugged. "It's, um, good to know you feel the same way." Don't blush, he silently begged his cheeks. His heart was already aglow, but if possible, the brightness intensified, radiating from his being when she said anything like the sea and ocean reminded her of him. "Anything like.. art reminds me of you," he quipped happily. "Not just origami, but I went to a museum with my sister over the summer and looked at the, you know, exhibits with sculptures and it made me think of what you built with paper!" He beamed. As Elke touched his hand, Grayden's gaze trailed down to follow it, tensing slightly at the contact. He swallowed. "I don't know how to stop thanking you," he admitted, followed by a soft giggle. "Please and thank you and sorry are the easiest to say." Her question caused him to pause. Elke had the tendency to make him feel brave enough to do anything, but when she phrased it like that and he thought of including others.. "Just us," he answered immediately. "But a club, as in, we.. we get together and work on it regularly. Be productive so we finish!"
  9. Professor Bourdelle

    Marks for VH Year 39

    History of Magic Second, Third, and Sixth Years Second Years Aurora Turlough – O Harmony Granger-Weasley – O Leah Ciara Meyers – O Nico Pichardo – A Aleksei Idris – T Alexander Crow – O* TOY Sabine Frost – O* Covey Alexanders Weber – T Eleanor Malverne – A Honorine Nott – O Pali Dotchev – O Pascha Dotchev – O Salome Schiferli – A Elewyn Sauvigni – O Megara Cavanaugh – EE Ralph Digby Hamilton – A Third Years Aiden Hunter – O Alvis Anderson – O* TOY Francis Barnes II – O Cedar Anwyl – O Cosette Mercier – O Eli Benoit – O Josephine Tindall – O Rian O’Donnell – O Stephanie Eckland – O* Xenia Lupu-Haidei – O Bitsy Pollen – O Brooklyn Shea – A Clarissa Perenge – EE Jaxon Sinclair – O Magda Trickett – O Ryszard Althaus-Valerio – O Winston Hughes – O Adrina Althaus-Valerio – O Avery Potter – T Pandora Knight – D Takoru Satou – O Sixth Years
  10. Professor Bourdelle

    VH House Points Year 39

    History of Magic Second and Third Year Grade Points Second Years Aurora Turlough – 20 + 0 Harmony Granger-Weasley – 20 + 0 Leah Ciara Meyers – 20 + 5 Nico Pichardo – 10 + 0 Aleksei Idris – 0 + 0 Alexander Crow – 20 + 20 Sabine Frost – 20 + 19 Covey Alexanders Weber – 0 + 0 Eleanor Malverne – 10 + 0 Honorine Nott – 20 + 0 Pali Dotchev – 20 + 0 Pascha Dotchev – 20 + 0 Salome Schiferli – 10 + 13 Elewyn Sauvigni – 20 + 8 Megara Cavanaugh – 15 + 2 Ralph Digby Hamilton – 10 + 13 +5 points to Leah Ciara Meyers, Elewyn Suavigni, and Sabine Frost for class participation! Third Years Aiden Hunter – 20 + 3 Alvis Anderson – 20 + 21 Francis Barnes II – 20 + 0 Cedar Anwyl – 20 + 0 Cosette Mercier – 20 + 0 Eli Benoit – 20 + 0 Josephine Tindall – 20 + 0 Rian O’Donnell – 20 + 0 Stephanie Eckland – 20 + 15 Xenia Lupu-Haidei – 20 + 0 Bitsy Pollen – 20 + 3 Brooklyn Shea – 10 + 0 Clarissa Perenge – 15 + 0 Jaxon Sinclair – 20 + 0 Magda Trickett – 20 + 4 Ryszard Althaus-Valerio – 20 + 0 Winston Hughes – 20 + 0 Adrina Althaus-Valerio – 20 + 6 Avery Potter – 0 + 3 Pandora Knight – 0 + 0 Takoru Satou – 20 + 0 Plus +5 points to Adrina Althaus-Valerio and Alvis Anderson for class participation, and +25 points to my wonderful grader, Aggie Price! New House Point Totals Ravenclaw: 2010 Slytherin: 1379 Gryffindor: 1340 Hufflepuff: 1163
  11. Julian Banagher

    A moment in time, a line down in the sand

    "Good," Julian snapped. He had no desire to get into a discussion over his uncle at the moment, especially not with one of the Montague clones. He raised an eyebrow at Zach's response. There was a part of him that was rankled when Zach called Dale an idiot. There had been a time, not even that long ago, when he'd jump into any fight on Dale's behalf, no matter how big or small. It was a courtesy that he'd always extended to Dale, and it was one that he'd realized had never been returned. He grinned though, at Zach's pitch. He didn't know much about the other boy, truthfully. He'd hopped into fights against the Montagues, but that had been on Dale's behalf. He had no reason to accept it, really. He had friends. He should have said as much to Zach. A 'thank you very much but the position has been filled.' Things may have changed since the werewolf attack on November 8, but that didn't mean that he was ready and willing to become best friends with one of the Montagues without thinking about it for a few seconds. And yet, he was intrigued by Zach's proposal. While on the one hand it felt obvious that the other Slytherin was likely interested in getting revenge on Dale for his own reasons, that didn't stop him from saying--"Alright Montague. I'll bite. Tell me, friend, you really going to back me up if I get into a fight with McQueen?"
  12. Stella Peabody

    The Business of Swearing Ferrets

    Post Four 134 words On second thought, Stella hadn't exactly worked out how she was going to control the variables in her experiment. The jarvey and the gnome both already knew how to speak, and were now engaged in an angry tirade of curses, vaguely addressed to either the other creature or the world at large. It certainly wasn't a conversation by any definition of the word, as neither species was capable of intelligent speech. They were clearly mimicking speech they had heard elsewhere, like parrots. But where had they first heard it? The two creatures did share a common vocabulary, and the Slytherin was shocked to find that they both knew some immensely creative swears, rare combinations that implied a shared source. Unfortunately, she didn't think her current experiment could hope to answer her initial research question.
  13. Yesterday
  14. Takeru Satou

    Muffin Tops

    TK frowned a little bit as Avery rubbed at her eyes and told him he was being kind for... Oh man. How could he hate Avery? "I could never hate you Avery. That's crazy talk!" Hating people went against who he was, because TK wanted to love everyone and see everyone happy. Even the attacks hadn't dulled that part of him, but he was buffeting against some rough waters with Avery's words. TK still sat where he was as Avery let her arms go around her knees. The badger knew there wasn't much he could do to make the end results go away. He couldn't go back in time and revert her change or the wolf attacking her. And hearing Avery call herself a monster again made TK's insides go all funny and made him want to take that vocabulary word out of Avery's mental dictionary. "You're not a monster though," TK told her again, shaking his head to accompany his words. Sure some of the other kids might think that she was a monster, but they just didn't understand. And besides, who could hate Avery? She was nice and kind and a great friend! Anyone who thought otherwise made TK's head hurt from considering the possibility. So, to avoid thinking about that and instead focusing on his Hufflepuff friend, he directed his words to something more positive. "They don't understand you then, if they think you're a monster, and if they want to hate you then they're just not listening," he told her, looping his arm around her shoulder in a half hug, "And besides, lots of people will still love you for you being you, and the werewolf status won't impact anything. Your family still loves you! Your siblings and cousins, mum and dad and grandparents." Without thinking much of it, TK gave Avery a bright smile and then pecked a kiss on her cheek. "I know I love you! And lots of your friends will still love you too. We'll always be by your side, you'll see!"
  15. Ryszard Althaus-Valerio

    I fell in over my head

    He didn’t trust like that. Ryszard could feel the sincerity in Malcolm’s words, but things had never been okay for him, and he doubted that would be any different with a simple change of scenery. He didn’t say any of that out loud, however, and instead just sent a tight smile in the other boy’s direction. This wouldn’t turn into yet another confession’s booth, where Ryszard would talk about the things that bothered him. He had done that too often around @Jacqueline Frost and @Jaxon Sinclair — both somehow managing to pull his worst secrets out of him, taking him apart piece by piece. Whatever existed between Malcolm and him, in that moment, it wasn’t enough of a draw for him to indulge himself like that. He had said no strings attached, and he meant it. He liked the Gryffindor’s company, and he liked snogging him — it was a window into things he would have to quit in the future, if he ever planned on going back home. He didn’t want to get attached, and he hoped Malcolm understood that. “I think I have Jaxon for that,” he snorted. Ryszard didn’t mention his own ability at getting his homework done well and in time; it would be best if he kept everything clutched to his chest for now. He didn’t know what the summer would bring, so he would give Malcolm the benefit of the doubt, but for now, he would just enjoy the hand holding and making out with him in random classrooms. It didn’t have to mean more than that — they were thirteen, and Ryszard was well aware that he was only with the boy to bury whatever he felt for Jaxon. It was a mess, and one he’d created with his own two hands. He placed one of them in Malcolm’s when he offered, and carefully stood up. Ryszard affixed a smile on his face, feeling something akin to happiness when he looked at the way he was beaming down at him. It made something spark up in his heart, but he brushed it aside. “Oh, you can have that too, but later,” he said, smirking. Summer was nowhere near the corner yet, and Ryszard was already tired. end.
  16. Pali Dotchev

    Slytherin House Table

    Pali watched the younger student closely, waiting for an answer. Her rounded lips hung open, as if she was going to say something, but then didn't. Leaning forward to take the salt she nodded quietly in acknowledgement "Thank you." She just about managed a meek smile for Willa before she liberally applied salt to her chips, looking down. As she reached for the Ketchup, Willa asked her something. Glancing up to Willa again her face was almost morose. It was tired, and dejected. Biting down on her lip she looked down again, searching for an answer. Eventually she just shrugged, unable to come up with an answer "They're in my dorm. I guess I just....forgot them today" She held eye contact for another half a second before she dropped her gaze again. Instead concentration on making a Jackson Pollock replica with her ketchup over her chips.
  17. Margarleon Turpentine

    No time for ponderin' why I'm-a wanderin', not while we're both still alive

    Resistance was all he was met with. Trying to manhandle Pine towards the door was not working, he was making about as much progress as if an ant tried to move a mountain, and Pine remained resolute in not wanting to go outside. Not being able to go outside. Like there was something blocking him from achieving it, like it was impossible, rather than just a couple of big steps away. “You can, Pine,” Leon insisted, finally releasing his hold on Pine and dropping his hands at his side grumpily before moving to face Pine, his arms crossing over his chest as the boy explained the why. But Leon didn’t really see any rationality in his reasons, all he saw was fear. Impatiently, he scuffed the sole of his shoe along the cobbles of the entrance hall, leveling his gaze at Pine and debating what to say. Clearly the go outside now tack was not going to fly. “Pine, first, you ain’t a monster. You’re the same Pine I’ve ever known, you just got… issues once a month,” Leon told him. “But you drink your potion like you’re s’posed to, and stay in the hospital wing, like you’re s’posed to, and that’s what matters. You ain’t out there like those other wolves, tryin’ to attack people,” The boy reasoned, giving Pine an expectant look. “And so as I see it,” He began, looking over his shoulder as a pair of Ravenclaws passed by, continuing only when they were gone. “You deserve to face your fears and remind yourself of what you used to think was fun. It ain’t the full moon, there ain’t wolves out there now, so there’s nothin’ to be scared of. Right?” His brows raised so high they were almost at the top of his forehead as he waited for Pine’s response.
  18. Richard Fowler

    Something Wicked This Way Comes

    The nine inch blackthorn wand, still in pristine condition despite its many years of use, trembled in scarred hand. The thought of casting any type of offensive spell towards what looked like a first year child made him sick. It was something that went against his inner instincts, an animalistic voice in his chest screaming gutturally how wrong it was. But the more evolved voice in his mind knew that while it might not be the right choice, it was the only choice. There were other children to think about and their safety from the imminent threat of the full moon and the potential of a lon-gterm fate of hatred and biased that waited all British werewolves… But fortunately, @Julian Banagher came to the right conclusion. Richard breathed a sigh of relief and his wand returned to equilibrium. “It’s alright, kid.” The gruffness was absent from his voice, understanding in his it instead and even a surprising tone of gratitude. “I know it was a hard one but you made the right choice. Thank you.” If it wouldn’t have scared the kid’s undies brown or panicked the other members of their party, Richard may have even patted him earnestly on the shoulder. “Foster’s right, let’s move it along.” His stoicism returned, Richard nodded along. Relief shone through his icy blue eyes as Rayya returned with the missing Potters. “Good job Rayya.” Just as quickly, she was gone. The final leg of the journey from the Great Hall to the Hospital Wing was upon them and Richard was all to happy to see them go into the wing, passed off to the familiar faces of the Wing. This would be the safest place for all of them. “Thank you kids for cooperating.” Richard then eyed @Julian Banagher and fondly (for him, at least)) nodded towards him with the tiniest trace of a teasing smile. He waved him towards a Hospital Wing worker “Come on, you first.”
  19. Ryszard Althaus-Valerio

    Know your place, be willing and able, take it on the chin, let the best man win

    He knew Adrina would never believe him, but Ryszard knew better: he had stopped being a force for good a long time ago. He didn’t think it was fair to completely blame his father, either — surely there had always been something of the monster inside of him since the day he was born. Ryszard didn’t think it would have been so easy to turn him into what he was otherwise. There was something ugly living inside of him, and it didn’t matter how much Jaxon tried telling him that no, there was a very clearly marked difference between Ryszard and what his roommate had become, he would continue to insist that his actions spoke louder than words or definitions. There had been something there before that first reprimand that had reared its ugly head as soon as it had been dared to come out. It was like sharing physical space with an alien, always intent on taking over his rage at any given moment. It was in the way Ryszard had been unable to crush his feelings underneath his feet as soon as his sister started showing interest beyond mere friendship in his roommate; it was in the way he had repeatedly treated the same roommate in a way that he hardly deserved. It was despicable; he was despicable. The hug was entirely unexpected, and Ryszard remained rigid for all of a second before returning it tenfold. It had been a while since he had hugged someone in this way: transmitting care rather than craving something. The only other person who had hugged him recently had been @Jacqueline Frost, and he had clung to her each time, a desperate child in the middle of a tempest. Something had to give at some point, and more and more, it looked like that something would be Ryszard himself. ”It’s not about Jaxon,” he said as he pulled away slightly. He didn’t move away, but there was enough space between them now that either of them could simply get up and leave. Ryszard wouldn’t stop her; not this time. He was, however, tired of people treating him like he was at constant war with either his roommate or his sister. Why couldn’t it just be about him for once? Ryszard’s reasons were his own for everything he did and said, but somehow, both Adrina and Jaxon had told him — more than once — to stop comparing his situation to the other. He might have done that at first, but he wasn’t anymore, and it was frustrating to wave his white flag in the air and have no one pay it any mind. A hand landed in his hair, and Ryszard pulled through it roughly. “It’s not about him,” he repeated, trying to collect his words. “This is about me and the kind of...influence I have on you.” He grimaced, looking away for a second. “Everyone told me to look after you, but what if I can’t anymore? What if I just make everything worse for you?” He didn’t want to say these things to Adrina, and he refused to say more. He didn’t want to be the reason for her tears. The question caught him unawares, and Ryszard quickly snapped his mouth shut, just in case something slipped past that shouldn’t. He didn’t know how to reply to that without lying about a million things; he didn’t want to lie to her. He never wanted to, and now, he had to give her something to stop her from worrying about him so much. “About everything,” he said, finally settling for the most vague response he could come up with. “I don’t know if you know this, but something else Dad” — the word came out strangled, unused to as he was to using the honorific for his father anymore — taught me was to hide everything I felt. It was easier — it is easier — but Jack asked me something one day and it just opened up a floodgate of everything he thought wasn’t...adequate for me to feel.” He flicked his gaze in his sister’s direction, concerned that he’d said too much, without even saying anything at all. ”You don’t have to worry about me, though,” he added, quickly. “That’s not your job.”
  20. Dale McQueen-Trengrove

    You hide the cracks, the facts will find you

    He knew the same wand wood plus the same core was really the issue but he had been avoiding that on purpose. Still, he knew Jack would give it to him straight and aside from his seemingly extensive knowledge about everything, that was the secondary reason for why he had come to the small Ravenclaw boy. Even seated down, Dale knew he towered over him and it somehow didn't surprise him when Jack pushed his chair back, creating more distance between them. The movement caused Dale to wonder if Jack was still afraid of him. "Do most Slytherins have dragon heartstring?" Was that some sort of requirement to be in the house? He vaguely wondered if @Margarleon Turpentine and his sister @Darby Turpentine had dragon heartstring in their wands. Because he still thought that neither of them belonged in the noble house of Slytherin. They were street rats. "And what is the issue then?" he demanded. A part of him still wanted Jack to tell him that the chances of having the same wand as Zach were relatively common, a 1 in fifty occurrence, something that could have happened to anyone and was bound to happen to two people in the same year given the number of wizards there were. As Jack asked him how much he knew, Dale was tempted to lean over the table and shake him so that he got to the point, but he restrained himself. Instead, Dale folded his arms across his chest as he waited for answers. "If I knew anything, I wouldn't be here, so spill, Dare."
  21. Pali Dotchev

    You can't make me disappear 'til I make you

    Continuing on working on her Pollock-like masterpiece she lifted the ketchup again to put another fresh layer on the half of her chips there was left. She was quiet and contemplative, avoiding his eye as he spoke. After shoving another few chips away she went to work on the next sausage, haphazardly dipping it in an even larger pile of ketchup at the side of her plate. As she bit into the sausage with very little grace and manners she gave Leon the side-eye. He wasn't going to let this go. Though it didn't mean she couldn't have a bit of fun with it all. "No" Firmly she spoke, now turning to stare him down, a smirk growing on her face. "I'm not bored of Alex. Why would I be bored of Alex?" Raising an eyebrow with her question . Glancing away from him for a moment another thought crossed her mind and she began to giggle. She tried to make it stop before she looked back to him but she couldn't. As she clamped her lips shut and looked to him again, it just made her smirk grow wider. "Why Leon?" Tilting her head to the side, she giggled again. "Are you jealous Marg?!" Her bright blue eyes danced excitedly, ramming a new nickname right in there . She very much doubted that Leon was jealous. The idea of it was actually quite comical. But she wasn't thick. If Leon was going to needle her, she could give it right back.
  22. Margarleon Turpentine

    You can't make me disappear 'til I make you

    Leon hadn’t really looked at Pali until he posed his question to her. Now that he was taking in her appearance, though, even someone as insensitive as himself could tell that something was up. What, he didn’t know, but there was not an ounce of the usual shine to the girl’s appearance. And when she offered her half-hearted responses, that kind of sealed the deal that something was afoot. The Slytherin shoveled another bite of food into his mouth as he regarded her, also eating her food rapidly and just as messily as he was. He wondered if she always ate in such a manner, or whether it was part of this seemingly dark version of Pali. Dark, because she normally was a much bubblier sort than whatever version of the girl he was getting now. “You didn’t answer the second part of my question,” Leon pointed out with a smirk, popping a cluster of chips into his mouth as he raised an eyebrow at Pali. “I asked if you were bored with him yet,” The boy reiterated unapologetically. But really, if Pali thought that she was going to get away with an easy two-word answer about her boyfriend, she was so wrong. Leon was a disturber of the peace, and after learning that Alex and Pali were “together,” yet not kissing or anything of the like, he couldn’t help but continue to rile up the issue whenever he talked to either of them. "So... are you?"
  23. Rían O' Donnell

    • Rían O' Donnell
    •   
    • Eloise Beauchamp

    Hi Eloise.

     

    I hope you've been keeping well. Things have been....interesting at Hogwarts recently. 

     

    I was wondering if you were free to meet for a chat and a cup of tea? If not don't worry. 

     

    Thanks

     

    1. Eloise Beauchamp

      Eloise Beauchamp

      Dear Rían,

      Things are busy, but going well. I hope you're doing well, too. I could meet you in Hogsmeade for the next Hogsmeade weekend if you would like, just let me know. The Three Broomsticks would probably be the best locale to meet up, in my experience. 

       

      Regards,

      Eloise

    2. Rían O' Donnell

      Rían O' Donnell

      Thank you. 

       

      Is it? I've never been to Hogsmeade. I've never had a reason to go or anything to go with. But I'll take your word for it. 
      I'll ask someone the next date and get back to you. 

       

      See you then. 

  24. Arwa Hashmi-Andrada

    I let you down, it's what I always do best

    Arwa’s throat went dry at the words. She watched Julian as he fidgeted, adjusting his glasses with the limited amount of movement he currently had. She wanted to reach over and take the glasses away from him so he wouldn’t be so anxious about seeing the smudges. She swallowed, then, hard, realising that the Ravenclaw had way more to be nervous about now than just his glasses being smudged. His entire life had changed and Arwa was thinking about glasses. ”They don’t,” she said, quietly. “If they do, they’re not telling us,” she added, quietly, fingers knotting in the bedsheet covering the hospital bed. She worried at her bottom lip, suddenly nervous of what Julian would say to her. Arwa was probably the last person who would know something about what was going on — she hadn’t even been there during the attack. She hadn’t been there. That was the whole point of this. She looked up at Julian, then, unsure of what to say. “I don’t think it was an accident, though,” she said, wrinkling her nose. Arwa’s opinion didn’t really matter here, and she knew it wouldn’t make Julian feel any better about his current circumstances, but she had never before kept anything from the boy, and she wasn’t about to start now. “Whatever happened, it was deliberate. I didn’t see the werewolves, obviously, but that’s not something that happens accidentally. I don’t care how strong they are, it’s impossible for them to break into Hogwarts without someone helping them.” Arwa had deduced as much, and she wished more than anything that it made any difference. It didn’t, and in the long run, it would mean even less. She simply sat there, one hand laid out on Julian’s bed, almost as if promising that nothing would change here — they had been best friends for as long as she could remember, and something like this, no matter how explosive it was, wasn’t enough to break her trust in the boy that she believed in more than herself.
  25. Ephraim James Wright

    We Go Together Like Copy and Paste

    Ephraim had trouble following AJ’s story. What she was saying didn’t line up with his train of thought. In the course of a few days, he had managed to convince himself that AJ was pregnant with his child. Since then, he’d been stuck in a loop of terror, panic and nauseating practicality: Would she want to keep the child? If she did, how would this affect their lives? If she didn’t, how would this affect their lives? They weren’t ready, but there was nothing he could do but support her. What had they gotten themselves into? He blinked. One DJ record rewind sound effect please. “You’re not?” he asked. His heart had leapt into his throat again. "You're sure?" It was a stupid question, but he had to ask. When she'd left no room for doubt, he put his head in his hands, shaking his head. “I’m sorry,” he said. He didn’t want her to misunderstand. Letting out a breath, he faced her again and took her hand. “I meant what I said. No matter what happens, I’m with you. One hundred percent. It's just that... we’re not ready.” He frowned as a thought occurred to him. “Are you? We haven’t... It's been a while since we talked about it.”
  26. Shiloh Paige

    Tossing a Quaffle around the Stacks

    "Really now?" Shiloh asked as the quaffle headed in the direction of one of her teammates. "It's not the best outside right now, and honestly if this corner is just the..." she paused to count the number that had joined in, "Four of us, we're not hurting anyone. I'll think we'll just keep playing, k thanx." Shiloh pointedly turned her back on the librarian, there was game that was going on. Besides, it was her Quaffle, and she had done nothing wrong. “Don't touch my Quaffle.” She said just as a side note because Shiloh knew how adults could be.
  27. Stella Peabody

    The Business of Swearing Ferrets

    Post Three 106 words Stella was curious about the relationship between jarveys and garden gnomes. On the one hand, the jarveys were the natural predators of the gnomes, and were much more efficient (although vicious) at degnoming gardens than most of wizards' alternative, more humane methods. On the other hand, both species were capable of human speech, to a certain extent. Did they converse? Did jarveys teach gnomes to swear, or vice versa? She was going to try her best to find out. Or at least to make some interesting observations, even if she wasn't going to solve the eternal question of who swore first, the jarvey or the gnome?
  28. Stella Peabody

    Advanced Dungeons & Dragons

    Stella eased into a seat next to @Shiloh Paige and carefully straightened her character sheet and detailed notes on the campaign so far. She understood that Muggles apparently enjoyed playing dashing rogues like Simon's, or powerful wizards like her own character Elluna, because they wanted to escape into a fantasy world. But Stella could never imagine giving up her magical powers or playing a dumb jock with a sword just to make a character as unlike herself as possible. Unimaginative soul that she was, she had created a character very similar to herself: a wizard that was highly suspicious of everyone and everything around her. Her most daring choice in character creation was to make herself an elf, because the idea appealed to her. "Elluna is suspicious of the halfling," If she had a sickle for every time she began a sentence with "Elluna is suspicious..." during this campaign, she'd be a rich witch, indeed. "She tries to hide behind Janara's bulk and bad manners and furtively cast...detect thoughts to see if he's hiding anything." @Julian Pritchard Elluna/Stella attempts to cast Detect Thoughts (D&D 5E Wizard spell) on the hafling. I'd say she her odds of success are a 4 out of 5.
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