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Headmistress McGonagall

Shortly after mysterious posters appeared at Hogwarts, Minerva felt that now was the time to speak out. She’d heard of fights breaking out in the corridors between students who now feared their classmates. To think that the same fears of werewolves still existed in the wizarding world after all these years was almost shocking, but by now, she’d lived so many years that there was very little that she truthfully found very shocking.

 

She tapped her glass halfway through dinner and cleared her throat.

 

“It’s come to my attention that there are a number of posters that have been found around the castle. Rest assured, myself and your professors are working to ensure that they can be safely taken down.”

 

“Hogwarts is a place for all students, including those of part-human ancestry, and yes, including those students who are now werewolves. The events of November 8 were horrible, and I wish there was more I could have done to protect all of you. I’m sure that your professors share the same sentiment.”

 

“I encourage all of you to support each other during this time. I know that the students of Hogwarts are better than fearing each other for no reason. We are all better than this.”

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Ryan Buratsche

Ryan grumbled extremely loudly from his spot at the Gryffindor table.

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Pine Tree

He made sure that he was no where near @Ryan Buratsche when it came to sitting in the great hall. Pine went over to the Ravenclaw table and sat with @Box Tree. He couldn't stand the older boy who wasn't listening to a thing Pine said that day, when those poster just showed up. 

 

The headmistress started talking and saying how they should feel safe, everyone. Pine didn't feel safe, not at all. He looked at the headmistress, and then placed his head down on the table. Why didn't he just stay in the common room today, why did he have to adventure out and go to classes. Wasn't like it mattered anymore. His face was on the walls at Hogwarts saying he was a danger. People that he thought were friends, they are no longer friends.

 

Hiding his face, under his robe, he was once again trying not to cry... again. 

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Jacqueline Frost

Jack did not ignore Ryan's audible grumbling but the odds of striking him down with her newly mastered Lightning Hex were slim considering the Headmistress was right there and there were too many people in the way. Still, the time to act was now. The time for observing from a distance and analyzing the threat others possessed was over and this time Jacqueline Frost wasn't going to hold back on names.

"How about instead of preaching for peace you remind everyone of the hypocrisy exhibited by ninety percent of the student body?" Jack addressed Headmistress McGonagall, pushing plates out of the way and standing on the table to get everyone's attention. "Yeah that's right I'm calling all of you out. You know you flacked up when I have to be the one to call you out on your flackery. My classmates in particular may recall that in Defence I was the poster child for the anti-halfbreed campaign — yes the anti-halfbreed campaign. It just comes to show you that Karma is a flacking witch ready to strike at any moment with no qualms of who you are or what you stand for."

Jack wasn't finished yet and if anyone dared interrupt they were going to be reminded that @Kay Wickham wasn't the only girl who could put up a fight.

"All you lot keep using your attacks to justify your fears — newsflash, we were attacked too. We just happened to be the unlucky ones the wolves decided to snack on. You get to live your life bearing scars and everyone calls you a victim when we have scars but just because we were bitten we're the flacking monster. All of you with scars from the attacks had a fifty percent chance of being in our shoes, fifty percent chance of being the ones whose faces were plastered all across the halls with posters claiming that we're dangerous."

At that part, Jack couldn't help but softly laugh and she stepped off the table, making her way over to the Gryffindor table as she continued. "You have labeled us threats, monsters, abominations that aren't deserving of anything other than expulsion. To people like... @Ryan Buratsche..." Jack stopped directly behind him. "I have a message for you and your little mob of supporters. You have a right to be scared, it's terrifying to know you're not the top of the food chain anymore. Damn right, you should be scared of me, I don't need a full moon to be dangerous. I don't need to be a lycanthrope to want to hurt you... I don't even need a reason. Every scratch is permanent,"

Jack pushed an irrelevant Gryffindor out of the way and tapped her nails against the wooden surface of the table. "It'd be a shame if you had to spend the rest of your life bearing a mark of a beast, a strategically placed scar that may make people assume that you are a lowly wizard unworthy of anything because of it. I have a secret for you, the lowly wizards aren't werewolves, it's you and your kind. What makes you more worthy of getting to live life as a victim and not a monster like me?"

Chuckling she settled for taking a fork and stabbing it onto one of the desserts. 

 "You're pathetic. You're not even worth going to Azkaban for." 

With that, she made her way back to the Hufflepuff table, certain that she was probably going to face detention for the next twenty days before the full moon as punishment for her current scene. 

Edited by Jacqueline Frost

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Behati Gadot

“No,” Behati said in response to Headmistress McGonagall’s statement, sternly. Nobody would force her to accept these violent half-breeds as her equals.

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Robin Corelli-Rose

He was extra mindful to chew his words before he spoke any this time. So he chewed. And chewed and chewed and chewed, words and Shepherd's Pie together, really gnashing his teeth through the meat and the hurt. Neither tasted very good at the moment. He only realized just how hard he'd been glaring, just how dark his expression was, when he felt a warm hand cover his own on the table. Robin blinked, unwrinkling the awkward bunching of the scars on his face and looked over at the hand first, at how tightly he'd been gripping his fork, and then finally at @Kay Wickham

 

She looked concerned firstly, but when Robin's eyes eventually glanced at the the set of her mouth, he thought she seemed to be encouraging, too. Robin found that he'd relaxed fully and expelled with a sigh though flared nostrils the dark little demon that had nestled inside him and stoked his rage. He nodded minutely and clenched his jaw resolutely, taking strength from his friend sitting beside him.

 

See! he wanted to shout, as he moved his gaze down the Gryffindor table and up to the Headmistress. She's brave, and kind, and watches out for people! She's everything Gryffindor House should be. She'd teach you not to be afraid, even if she's a little afraid herself. But he couldn't bring himself to say that, even as he opened his mouth and filled his lungs with the air for words. He hoped she knew, though. He hoped the school would get better, because - "This is exhausting," he said quietly, meaning this tug and pull of caustic energies. He marvelled at the nuclear vim and vigour @Jacqueline Frost exuded. "I'm with you, though," he went on, flashing eyes back to Kay, and releasing his death grip on the fork. "No matter what." It felt important to say it out loud.

Edited by Robin Corelli-Rose

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Hatty Hambeldon

She scoffed. "Oh, I wish there was something more that we could have done to protect you?" Was that all? A mere apology? Where was any action? Actual steps to show safety. Oh she had seen the more frequent patrols and the "buddy system" that Headmistress McGonagall had ordered be put in place after the attacks. 

 

But none of that to her was good enough.

 

"Doesn't look like there will be any real action to protect us anytime soon," she whispered quietly to @Ryan Buratsche

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Ethan Smith

This was not happening, @Jacqueline Frost was going there and he should have seen it coming. This was Frost that he was thinking about. Outspoken and didn't have a filter, saying what was on her mind. With everything that has been happening he was shocked it took her this long to say something to someone. Or she might have and he was not paying attention to it, there was just so much that was happening. Posters of her face were up and he tried to rip one off and there was two more that showed up. They were all over Hogwarts, and it was horrible. 

 

Someone needed to find out who put them there. It was not fair to Jack or the other students that were turned. He heard the names, and he knew a lot of them. He knew about half the students that were turned. 

 

While he saw her in the common room, they didn't talk anymore. His uniform checks did nothing anymore. It was his fault and he knew that it was his fault that Jack was like this. He couldn't save her, but that didn't mean he didn't want to make sure she was alright. She might be different now, but Jack was always different, and this didn't change how he felt about her. She was like the sister he never had, and she needed to be safe.

 

He was a horrible head boy that wasn't able to protect anyone. Not that he would be able to fight all the wolves himself. Even the professors and headmistress were having trouble. It was not a good day at all. 

 

Ethan was all for Jack saying what she was saying, but she could say it in a different tone. He didn’t want to see her get expelled from school for calling out the headmistress. Ethan didn’t know what it was like to be the headmistress with a major attack happening like this. It was a mess, and he felt bad for her. Knowing that she was dealing with this. 

 

Nothing he said would change anyone point of view, people were going to agree and people were going to disagree. That was how it was going to be. It was being prove right now, with people saying no and not caring what @Headmistress McGonagall was saying at all. Though he was not thinking that right now, he was thinking that he needed to get Jack out of there. This wasn't going to end well for her at all if he didn't.

 

When Jack was done and was heading towards the Hufflepuff table, Ethan grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder and walked out of the Great Hall, not caring who was watching and what they were saying. 

 

The guilt he had was not ever going to leave him while he wished that it would leave him, and that he wouldn’t feel like this anymore, it was just there. “I will silence you in front of everyone.” He told her, looking back to make sure no one was following them. He didn’t needed someone to stop this. Though the silencing might not be the smartest thing, because the last time he did that an attacked happened. Ethan just didn't need her to be screaming or something as he was leaving the great hall.

 

Having support was a good thing, but they was she just went off, it wasn’t a responsible at all. 

 

They made it to the door and walked out. 

 

 

 

*GM of Jack is allowed. 

Edited by Ethan Smith

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Nox Bordelon

There'd been a slow clap from the Hufflepuff table initially.  He'd thought he would have to be the person to stand up and call the bigots out to their faces, but he'd been beaten to the punch by one of Hogwarts' very own moody teenage werewolves.  The girl took it upon herself to rearrange the plates on their table, which...fine.  He'd been done anyway, but boots near food was most unsanitary.  Somewhere, @Miss Lushia was probably frantically brewing pepper up potion to deal with all the germs that @Jacqueline Frost's shoes had just spread all over Hufflepuff's food source.

 

Nox sat back, eyes trained on the girl while she shouted, rage in her face, driven to this point by precisely the sort of behavior McGonagall was so mildly attempting to chastise.  No doubt, Jacqueline would be slammed in detention for this while Ryan, Hatty, and Behati got to waltz around unscathed like the privileged little snots that he had come to believe they were.

 

"This is what happens when you back people into a corner," he mumbled under his breath, voice aimed at @Maggie Sinclair, who had vacated the Slytherin table to join him at his just minutes before this had started.  "You take a bunch of moody teenagers, mix in a timeless curse, season with bigotry provided by privileged brats and you've got a Molotov cocktail just waiting to be thrown."

 

And it had been thrown.  Just now.  By Jacqueline Frost, who was now reversing that bigotry by claiming to be superior to her human counterparts.

 

He shot the girl a look.  They'd bonded once over their terrible names.  He hadn't expected this of her, but he stood up when she made her way back to the Hufflepuff table.  "You're giving them fuel, you know.  They're already giving out detention for defending you.  Maggie got hit with it, but that goblin brat and her insufferable boyfriend got to walk.  The injustice of it."

 

He was appropriately scandalized.  He was going to write a letter.

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Josephine Tindall

Jo picked up a dinner roll, took aim, and threw it at the back of @Behati Gadot's head.

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Behati Gadot

Behati felt the bread hit the back of her head with a thump and winced. She then whipped around to the direction the dinner roll had come from, took out her wand, aimed, and cast a spell that would make @Josephine Tindall‘s juice fall in her lap (or the lap of anyone who was around her).

 

She would not take these assaults lying down.

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Josephine Tindall

Jo was satisfied that the roll had hit it's target and grinned.

 

The reaction should've been anticipated, Jo grimaced. There was no use crying over spilled juice.

 

But there was use in standing up and flipping a bigot off. 

 

ooc. love you bee ❤️ 

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Harmony Granger-Weasley

Harmony sighed loudly. Great. Just great. Now the Headmistress was getting involved with everything about the posters. Harmony wished it would all go away, that everyone would just let her live her own life as she was. She had no intentions of harming anyone. She wasn't evil. Why, then, were people so up in arms about her just existing? Why couldn't she just live among everyone, and go up to the hospital wing once a month in her little protected room for a night. She just didn't understand!

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Aiden Hunter

Aiden normally liked a little bit of disorder. A little bit of disorder could be good for everyone and could be a lot of fun.

 

This wasn't that type of disorder, this wasn't fun...well outside of a Hufflepuff girl getting a dinner roll thrown at her head. That was pretty fun. Hopefully, it would devolve into an all out brawl.

 

On the not so fun side, he was pretty sure that one of his year mates had gone certifiably insane.

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Julian Pritchard

Julian started worrying at his napkin the moment Professor McGonagall started speaking. He had a feeling this wasn't going to end well. 

 

He had no idea how wrong it could go, though. He certainly hadn't been expecting @Jacqueline Frost's little speech. 

 

Whywhywhywhywhywhywhy.

 

Clenching his fists where they were holding his napkin in his lap, he fixed his stare on his plate and tried to alphabetise all the charms he knew in his mind. Maybe by the time he was done, the conversation would've moved on to something else. 

 

 

Edited by Julian Pritchard

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Adrina Althaus-Valerio

“Who’s Darth Vader?”  Adrina asked @Jaxon Sinclair.  Sure there were bigger points here but at least this question she would probably get an actual answer to. 

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Kay Wickham

Things at school had been a bit of a blur since coming back from the holidays. Kay was no longer the only werewolf “out” of the proverbial den, thanks to someone who'd had no right to say anything. She'd been spending a lot of time thinking about ways to prove to people that werewolves didn't have to be bad, but she worried that she'd only stand out as an exception if she tried too hard.

 

--But she wanted to try hard. She always tried hard.

 

And yet the things Magda had said huddled at the back of her brain like an American football team before a play. She heard them again now, planning a break-away, planning to ram their way through anyone in their path, to follow Frost's lead on top of the tables and out the doors.

 

She shook her head at herself, a little flap of braids, before noticing Robin's expression growing darker and more thunderous at her side. His jaw was tight and working as if to grind through his own molars, and she imagined he must be even more overwhelmed than her. He always felt too much all on the inside instead of on the outside, trapping it inside his blood and organs until it burned and bubbled out as magic.

 

Kay put her hand on his and squeezed, trying to communicate that she was feeling things, too, she was confused and frustrated, and they could handle it together. “I'm with you, though,” he said, and she grinned, nodded, and decided that she needed to be there for all her werebros, too.

 

Time to plan a SUPAH FLY WOLF-FAM COMING OUT PARTAYYY.

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Behati Gadot

Bee tucked her wand back and rolled her eyes at @Josephine Tindall‘s immaturity. “Grow up,” she told the Ravenclaw girl.

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Jaxon Sinclair

"A villain in a muggle movie.  You can come over this summer and we'll watch it."  

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Professor Foster

Foster topped off her goblet and leaned back in her chair. "'Better than this', my arse,” she said under her breath.

 

As Bedlam reigned for several minutes though she raised an eyebrow at @Headmistress McGonagall. "So much for appealing to the better angels of our nature," she said dryly. "I don't suppose you have a plan B."

 

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Alexander Crow

Alex nodded in agreement to Headmistress McGonagall's speech. Of course, it didn't take too long for mayhem to break out shortly after. The ravenclaw eyed the older Hufflepuff girl who stood on top of the tables and gave everyone a piece of her mind, that was pretty badarse. 

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Maggie Sinclair

Now Maggie had cut her teeth on advocacy for the disenfranchised by getting a detention -and possibly beating the brakes and/or weave off Behati-,  not only did she personally give no flacks about her own welfare anymore, she didn’t give a sodding fig, patriarch or a pear tree how she looked to the establishment either.  

 

Behavior wise anyway. Aesthetically though, well, she’d always been a little vain and had taken to this beating the brakes off people who sucked, like a duck to water and figured her outside should reflect her inside. It certainly helped that her boyfriend was a defender of the disenfranchised too because his book collection had given her just the inspiration she needed in the form of the late, great Angela Davis and her aesthetic, complete with beret and dark glasses.

 

The only thing she hadn’t bothered altering was her hair to reflect the woman’s fro as Nox would have given her a well-deserved lecture on what it was to appropriate, and what it was to appropriate and be a d-bag about it. She didn’t want any of that to distract away from the very serious issues plaguing their school  ( in the form of gross Hufflepuffs…other gross Hufflepuffs that weren’t her boyfriend.) now so sat in silence, dark glasses on the very edge of her nose and beret tilted just right so she at the very least looked like a witch who was about that life.

 

Because she totally was.

 

McGonagall had the right of it, but the woman was deluded if she thought Maggie would reach a hand out to certain bigoted puffs and Gryffs. Maybe before the posters and Ryan effing whatever his name was started being the vocal minority. Now though? She’d burn anyone who tried it on and those were just the facts.

 

See, even Nox agreed with her.

 

I’ll throw a flacking molotov cocktail.” She muttered darkly, looking down the table to stink-eye Behati and her flacking ‘no’. it looked like @Josephine Tindall   hadn’t taken kindly to the Hufflepuffs conviction, because she’d just thrown a roll at the girls head. Maggie grinned as she watched the exchange, her own hands grasping for something to chuck at the girl while she was distracted and found it in the greasy bit of chicken leg she’d initially wanted to tear into but found the prospect of it smearing along Behati’s hair a lot more enticing.

 

Maggie made sure she wasn’t being hawked by Hambeldon and flung the chicken leg down the table, aiming at Behati’s head.

 

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300 -300(Lv2 Chicken Leg @Behati Gadot=pwn  plz let it equal pwn ;_;

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Behati Gadot

A chicken leg slapped her on the side of the face, and Bee glared at the familiar face of the blonde Slytherin girl who’d previously cornered her in one of the unused classrooms. If they wanted to play clown games, they were going to win clown prizes. Behati grabbed her wand again, aimed it at the mashed potatoes near @Maggie Sinclair and flicked her wrist so that the mashed potatoes went in the other girl’s direction.

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Jack Dare

Jack had applauded the Headmistress speech, but the feel good moment hadn't lasted long and now the entire Great Hall was in chaos.  Jack's heart was racing and he'd begun to hyperventilate. Normally Jack would have looked to someone in authority to correct any unruly behavior, but apparently the adults had lost all control. 

 

"Excuse me--I say, excuse me--" Jack tried to interject over the angry din. "Can't we all just get along?"

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