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Dove Lightwood

She had purposely wore her new boots for this stage of the tour. Her heels had been replaced, left with her best friend, as she wandered onto the grounds by the lake. When she had discussed the parameters with Idina, she had worked out her footwear straight away. There was nothing worse than getting one of her new heels stuck within the vast lawn. The Hogwarts Lake was a wonder in the hotter months of school. She adored being able to sit somewhere with her sketchbook and just draw the time away. 

 

She was not about to show this human side of her to the first years. It would not be wise to be falter in her attempt to get rid of the responsibilities that had arrived with her little green badge. The trek from the owlery to the lake wasn’t the nicest of walks. She had chosen this on purpose - it was best to wear out the first years after they got major sugar highs from the feast. 

 

“Unless you are all stupid…” Dove started, knowing this was more than likely the case. “...you should remember a few hours ago when you traveled by boat across this very lake. If you do not then you should go and resort into Hufflepuff.” She had no time for idiots within her house.

 

“You are to never enter this lake. It is strictly off limits. Unless, of course, you want to face some of the deadliest creatures known to the wizarding world.”

 

She turned to Idina, waiting for her prefect-in-crime to continue.

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Idina Iordanau

Idina always just wore ratty old converse everywhere at Hogwarts, and with good reason. They were comfortable and they were basically made to get dirty without anybody caring. Idina cared least of all. They made their way across a slightly soggy lawn as a large herd of midgets lead by probably the two least-qualified people in Slytherin for this job, and finally made it to the lake.

 

“I dunno, Dove, I think some of them should enter it. Makes the culling later this week a little easier, that’s for sure,” Idina commented in that offhand way she had, the utter lack of emotion in her voice chilling in the cool night air. “If you ever manage to learn a more useful spell than alohomora, then you might be able to join more gifted people like me for a quick dip and some magical water-wrestling against the grindylows,” Idina added to Dove’s instructions. “But I doubt that will ever happen, so don’t waste your time trying.”

 

There was just one more stop to make before this would all be over. As Idina lead the way, she reached out and pushed one of the first years straight into the lake without saying a word. Good luck with that, kid.

 

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Feel free to claim the kid Idina pushes into the lake. Otherwise, react, post, etc. As always, we’ll reply periodically. Your adventure continues here.

Edited by Idina Iordanau

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Jane Wayne

She shivered when she found herself back at the lake, remembering the extremely unpleasant boat ride. She hoped she would never be on that lake again, and thus found Dove’s description comforting. Her comfort level even allowed her to move up next to the lake, rather than staying at a distance. This comfort was poorly-reasoned, however, as she found herself falling a moment later, into the lake.

She gasped as she hit the water, causing her to inhale the substance and begin coughing as she clawed her way back out of the water, her hands now covered in mud. She gasped for breath as she found herself on solid ground again, climbing back to her feet and saying nothing, keeping her expression neutral as she looked coldly at her upperclassmen. She wasn’t sure how or when, but there would be repercussions.

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Anastasia Lum

Ana gasped at the casual push the freckled prefect had given Jane. The water must have been shallow and unpleasantly cold, judging by the speed with which Jane emerged. She decided that maybe some of the threats the older girls were making weren't so empty.

 

Ana wished she had a few salamanders to pass the poor, wet girl. They might be pests, but they could be warm and cuddly creatures if you didn't let them sit in one place long enough to burn.

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Clarissa Perenge

"Are you kidding me!?" Clarissa shouted.

 

Now they were outside and by the lake. She'd already seen the lake. They had crossed it for crying out loud, and now they were back out here. Sure, the lake might be nice during the day but she was exhausted, covered in food, and just in a really bad mood. She was tired of this tour now.  She'd feel sorry for the girl who'd been shoved into the lake, but she had her own problems at the moment.

 

"I don't want to be out here! I want to go inside! You're right, we've seen the lake!" Clarissa continued. "I need to get inside so I can clean up! I am covered in food!"

 

Before she could say another word, Idina than shoved her into the lake. Clarissa let out a shriek as she hit the cold water. She sat up choking and spitting out water.

 

"You'll regret that!" She screamed. "How dare you!?"

 

Now she was soaked and probably going to catch some kind of disease.

 

*Slightly GMed Idina with Idina's permission.

 

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Idina Iordanau

Idina would have let enough be enough, honestly, and simply kept walking. One first year, who really probably hadn't done anything to deserve being pushed into the lake, would  have been ample for the Slytherin. But then the obnoxious blonde had opened her mouth again.

 

"You want to clean up? Great! In you go," Idina snapped at @Clarissa Perenge, then shoved her in. "You're disgusting, even without the food all over you. Maybe the water can wash away some of the filth in your mouth, too."

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Anastasia Lum

Whereas her response to Jane's having been shoved into the lake had been astonishment and pity, Ana nearly failed to choke back laughter at Clarissa's situation. She really wasn't very smart if she hadn't expected to be shoved in the lake after an outburst like that. Ana edged up to the water and offered her hand to help Clarissa out of the cold lake water.

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Clarissa Perenge

Clarissa took a hold of Ana's hand. At least she was sorted with one person that she could stand. She wasn't sure of Ana's opinion on her, but at least she was helping her out.

 

"Thank you," Clarissa said sincerely. "I'm glad we were sorted together," she added honestly.

 

She glared over at Idina. What kind of prefect shoved a first year in the lake? No, scratch that. Two first years in the lake!

 

"If I get sick it's all your fault!" She said angrily.

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Winston Hughes

As dutiful as ever, Winston followed the prefects from that gross tower all the way back to the lake. He spent most of the time asking questions or striking up conversation with his new housemates. He even noticed that Dove changed shoes from heels to a much more suitable pair of stylish boots. The eleven year old boy kept that observation to himself though because he knew eleven year old boys weren’t supposed to notice that sort of thing, not if they didn’t want to be labeled or made fun of. 

 

Instead, Winston chuckled quietly to himself as @Dove Lightwood started with her warning of stupidity. The new Slytherin believed himself to be quite intelligence and the more he learned about Slytherin and the other houses, understood there was no way he would have been sorted into Hufflepuff. And since he wasn’t stupid, he didn’t really believe the lake was as dangerous as the prefects were making it out to be. If it was, there was no way the school would let it remain on the grounds or to even have the first years cross it on their first night. Of course, Winston didn’t say any of this out loud. He didn’t want to step on the prefects’ shoes, literally or figuratively.

 

Winston also didn’t think @Idina Iordanau would let anything bad happen to him. It was obvious that he had already begun to worm his way into her heart. Why else would she have whispered to him that she’d show him the kitchens? If anything, it proved she expected him to survive the night. 

 

But then she pushed Jane into the water and Winston instinctively took several steps back, getting safety in numbers with the other Slytherins. He felt bad for the girl. She hadn’t done anything wrong. He frowned but kept his mouth shut. He’d find a way to help her without angering the older girls. When Clarissa started complaining and was thrown into the lake, he felt much better about it and laughed along with the others. She actually deserved it, unlike Jane. Time to gain some favor… and to help out an innocent. 

 

“Here you go @Jane Wayne.” Winston shrugged off his new Slytherin robes and handed them towards the blonde. He pointed ignored Clarissa, thinking she deserved what she got. “Take off yours or you’ll probably get sick."

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Maggie mac Ruaidhri

When the group of first years finally left the Owlery, Maggie had been optimistic that they would at last be going to the common room, and the dormitories by extension. However, it seemed the prefects still had more for them to see, because they were lead out onto the lawn. 

 

What happened next was just a complete mess. Two girls ended up in the lake they'd been warned was dangerous.  Both handled it about as well could be expected. Watching the boy Winston hand one of them his robes, Maggie turned her gaze to the ones in charge.

 

"What's next?" she asked the nearest one (@Idina Iordanau or @Dove Lightwood, whichever one it was) . "Got any other places to show us? Or are we going to stand out here and freeze all night?"

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Anastasia Lum

Ana wasn't really sure she was glad to have been sorted with Clarissa in particular, but she was still hopeful that Slytherin would help her toward success. She didn't say any of that, though. If she was happy to be sorted Slytherin, and Clarissa had been to, then that was good enough. "No problem." Once the other girl had stepped out of the lake, Ana wiped her wet hand on her robes and wished she knew a good drying spell. Jane and Clarissa both looked absolutely dreadful.

 

On the bright side, if they did catch a cold, a quick dose of pepper up potion would have them fixed up in a matter of minutes.

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Bitsy Pollen

Expected…

 

No, but this was not expected at all.

 

“Excuse me.” In her sense of righteous indignation, Bitsy pushed to the front of the line: made wet where some of their crew were still dripping, others dry—and then there were the Two, by which she meant the Pair in their unlawful positions of authority, less soaking, more sodden, their wide faces swelled into something less human in a pushback design.

 

There was no more floating. This was felt in entirety.

 

“I don’t mean to be rude,” she bit, but, “but is any of this explicitly necessary?”

 

The discourtesy; the boorishness; the outright disrespect—like, pushing another student into a magical lake? Really? First, Dove and Idina had dragged out their insults like smoking cigarettes; then, they'd trekked the lot of impressionable First Years with whom they'd been explicitly entrusted, and taken them up and down stairs as though they were, what, soldiers? Cattle? Bitsy didn't have the vocabulary (or the history of saying what she was not meant to say) to deepen the insult or bring it into meaning. Still, she wondered as to their aims. What was the reason for any of this, exactly, other than mayhem? What was it, except for some cause of chaos against which Bitsy had instructed Magda to be purposefully against? (Don't undo Bitsy's painstaking lessons! Magda needed it simple for things to make sense!)

 

If the girl guarded her tongue, here, it was only where the night had unfurled itself like a slow-moving hand. The air was cold and loveless against the child’s back neck, like the brushing of fabric to stone. By the lake, the wind had felt so much like marble.

 

“If we could move on.” Beatrice shivered. “I think it would be best, for everyone.” To return to the Slytherin dorms, where things were meant to make sense. Expected: Slytherin House was for the ambitious (as stated), the resourceful, the clever, the perfect, as she was—as perfect as they were all meant to be.

 

One year… What on earth had the House come to without Constance? she thought.

 

In less elegant terms: girl wants to speak with the Manager.

Edited by Bitsy Pollen

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Magda Trickett

Magda found it a little strange that the prefects had chosen to take them somewhere they knew the first years had already been earlier that same night. She enjoyed getting their insight on the various Hogwarts landmarks, it was just that they didn’t seem to have much to say that was actually…insightful. The brunette girl claimed that the lake was off-limits and full of deadly creatures, but Magda knew otherwise.

 

She had swum half the length of the lake on the way to school, and she hadn’t been eaten, or even nibbled on. She hadn’t come across anything dangerous whatsoever, except perhaps the cold Scottish temperatures.

 

Thinking about the coldness of the water did make her shiver.

 

When the other prefect started pushing people into the lake, Magda took several hurried steps away from the water, repositioning herself behind Bitsy’s tall, righteously indignant frame. She watched admiringly as her best friend questioned the prefects, certain that Bitsy was right. About everything.

 

“I already took a swim in the lake earlier tonight,” she whispered to her friend. “I’d rather not do it again so soon. I’m still drying off.” She shook one of her damp sleeves for emphasis.

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Bitsy Pollen

"Again?" Bitsy asked. She blinked. 

 

What was it with her friends and the urge to submit themselves entirely to open water? 

 

"Never mind." They were moving on (so it did not matter). For now, Beatrice Pollen and her unqualified goblin child were moving on to the next and final scene. THEY WERE DISSATISFIED WITH THIS LEVEL OF COSTUMER SERVICE. THEY WERE TAKING THEIR BUSINESS ELSEWHERE. 

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Brooklyn Shea

A yawn rippled through Brooklyn, who was being oddly compliant. She'd ventured from the Great Hall, to the trophy room, to the owlery, to the lake. Her bones ached with the bruise of exercise, but she was doing everything she was told. She wasn't sure why she was back out here, though, in the inky darkness, staring at the shadowed stretch of water she'd already seen (already been much-too-acquainted with). 

 

She sloshed through mud, wincing as she considered how many parts of her body she'd now dirtied. First her hair and face, and now even her clothing was wrecked. She felt an almost primal yearning for a shower. 

 

One of the prefects insulted Hufflepuff, which was, Brooklyn counted, the second house insulted on this tour. According to Them, the Authority, she ought to not trust Gryffindors or respect Hufflepuffs. She would take their words for it, for now, especially because Jo was in Ravenclaw, but she also didn't particularly trust these prefects.

 

She cast the flicker of a (not-guilty-enough) glance toward Magda when they were warned never to enter the lake. O o p s.

 

And then her year-mate was shoved into the lake.

 

Blue eyes flung wide, suspicion shooting through her, dark-clouding her expression as she eyed these.. prefects. Surely people in charge would not do something like that? Were they fakes? She didn't know the girl shoved into the lake, but she liked to feel comfortable in the presence of authority, and not like she may be struck with a burst of spontaneity. Not even Candace pushed in made her feel any better, which was a sure sign that something was wholly wrong. She looked toward Bitsy and Magda and Winston, as if their validation of this inanity would cement her opinion on the current corruption.

 

Bitsy was, it seemed, a better prefect than the prefects.

 

"I could've predicted this," Brooklyn murmured so only Bitsy could hear, an eye-roll to follow. "Are we leaving?"

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Ryszard Althaus-Valerio

”Aw, poor Candace,” Ryszard snorted, as he watched the girl fall unceremoniously into the lake. He wondered what @Idina Iordanau would think if she knew her random selection had in fact been the most disliked first year Slytherin. The year wasn’t even at a start yet, and there was already a spark of animosity.

 

That was all Ryszard needed to see for the day - it had considerably lifted his spirits, but be was eager to be asleep already. “Okay, let’s go to bed now,” he said, out loud, hoping to invite agreement from the rest of his housemates.

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Jane Wayne

Jane smiled as Winston offered his robes, but was thinking  his friendliness already put her in his debt, and it was dangerous to dig herself any deeper.

 

"Thank you for the offer, but I'll be all right." She returned politely. "I will take your advice, however," she drwaled as she took off her robes and wrung them out. She was ready to leave this place; it probably couldn't get much worse from here.

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Akiva Khalsa

 

Bullies had been a very central part of Akiva's life when she had been growing up, and thus, it was easy for the young girl to spot one a mile away. It was why she had kept her distance from the two girls that were leading the tour, taking everything they said at half value because Akiva very much doubted that half the things they said were true at all.

 

Her suspicions of them being downright rotten had been accurate however when they finally made it back down the stairs, out the castle (wasn't it past curfew at this point?) and down towards the lake that the first years had already seen.

 

They did just cross it to get to the school, ya'know.

 

Nevertheless, they were here, and it looked very much the same that it had a couple hours ago when they had last laid eyes upon on it. The only difference now was the lack of boats and the fact that one of their prefects had just shoved a couple of students into the lake.

 

Making sure that her short stature was safely hidden behind another first year, Akiva kept her head down and refused to join the chorus of others shouting their outrage and support for the downtrodden, soaking wet students.

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