Quid, Quis, Quidne- A Harry Potter Universe RPG Starts

[Mewtwo-D2]

I'm very sorry for the delay in starting. LSU's are welcome- please PM me your sign-up form, and please read the original sign-up topic located here: http://www.pokemasters.net/forums/in...?topic=42545.0. No more Gryffindors will be accepted. The houses as they stand:

Gryffindor: Values Bravery: 0 House points
Green Lanturn
Sakura12
kalad1
Bulbasaur4
Asilynne
Vulpix.ck8


Slytherin: Values Ambition: 0 House points
Outlaw JT
Chris 2.0
Tokyo Magnum
Milkychunk
Drusilla

Ravenclaw: Values Cleverness: 0 House points
Mewtwo-D2
VirtualPlay
Nabooru23
Flaming Krystal
Magmar


Hufflepuff: Values Hard Work: 0 House points
The_Missing_Link
Kixie_of_Doom
Chris Watarimono
Emotional Faun Chiko-sai

Name: Galatia Astrean
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Year: 4
House: Ravenclaw
Wand: Linden, 10 3/4 inches, containing a tail hair from a female unicorn. Slender and delicate, good for charm work.
Classes: Ancient Runes, Astronomy, Care of Magical Creatures, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, Muggle Studies, Potions, Transfiguration
Description: About average height- 5'7'', a little bit on the plump, curvy side. She has shoulder-length, dark-brown, wavy hair, has long-lashed hazel eyes, and pale, freckled skin. Usually ties her hair back in a loose bun, held in place with a spare quill. She wears fairly large black-rimmed glasses, and usually has spots of ink on her robes.
Personality: A shy, dreamy bookworm, though not a very studious one. Does fairly in her classes, mostly because of outside reading, as she rarely has much interest in the textbook. Is often seen jotting unknown notes on spare bits of parchment, or making notes in her textbooks. Spends a lot of free time in the library or in the Ravenclaw Common Room.
(Brief) History: Galatia's family is pure-blood on both sides. Her father is a Broomstick Crafter who works for the Cleansweep brand and her mother is a housewitch who writes occasional articles for Witch Weekly. She has three siblings- two brothers and one sister, her sister being the eldest at 19 (is working for Gladrags Wizard Wear), and both her brothers younger, at 11 and 8. Her brother, Benen, was sorted into Hufflepuff. The family lives in Hogsmeade, so Galatia has been surrounded by magic her entire life, and knows very little about Muggles.
(Obligatory) Other: Wishes to follow in her mother's footsteps as an amateur journalist.

Galatia Astrean
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As the last of the golden plates of the Welcome Feast cleared themselves, I relaxed in my seat to listen to the start of term announcements. Benen shot me a nervously happy look from the Hufflepuff table- I waved that I had caught his eye. Both our parents and our oldest sister had been in Hufflepuff; I'd be sure to write them tonight, though I doubted it would have the same glow of pride as his letter. Dumbledore stood up to make his start-of-term announcements, and I straightened up slightly. The old headmaster's twinkling blue eyes roved over the room once before he started with the usual rules he felt we needed reminding of: Forbidden Forest off-limits, Filch's rule about no magic in the corridors and the 347 banned items that were listed in his office. Dumbledore always smiled as the number went up, year after year.
"Hogwarts would also like to welcome Professor Laetitia Felix to the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," he clapped politely as an unfamiliar witch stood and beamed at the students. She was petite and deeply tanned, with quite a lot of curly, honey-colored hair, and overlarge brown eyes that gave the vague impression of an overexcited Cocker Spaniel. A few students clapped, including me. She certainly looked friendly enough... hopefully that would translate into interesting lessons. She smiled even brighter at the clapping before sitting down.
"And now, bedtime. Off you go," Dumbledore sat back down as the host of benches began scraping back and the students began filing out the double doors.

Not very detailed first post, I know, but they will get better.

[Bulbasaur4]

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YAAY! You started it! *jumps all over*


^_^ I've been meaning to go for a Harry Potter RPG.

Sign-up:
Name: Rywen Oro
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Year: 6th Year
House: Gryffindor
Wand: A full 10 inches in length, being crafted of Cherry Oak with a trace of Centuar flank hair. (odd! ^_^) A small wand but very adept to his bidding...
Classes: [ His best class is DAtDA but other classes he does well in Care of Magical Creatures and Transfiguration. He likes Potions a lot... but his curiosity in making 'new' potions often gets him in trouble and results vary. lol]
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Potions
Transfiguration
Care of Magical Creatures
Ancient Runes
Charms
History of Magic
Herbology


Description: See Sign Up topic for a few shots of his appearance... you'll see I have fondly modeled him after Tooya from Ayashi No Ceres AKA Ceres: Celestial Legend. Anyways... he obviously has a graceful athletic build, with a slightly tracible hints of a tan perhaps long forgotten. His more prominent features are his hair and eyes, which seem to contrast nicely against eachother. His eyes are a piercing green. His eyes are the type that are hard to take if looked upon sternly. His hair is like silk... being whispy and rather wild, yet having that 'untamed clean' look which is rather hard to describe. (See pictures! lol) He has overall a very graceful yet powerful appearance, although his personality entirely goes against it.

Personality: Rywen is a rather crafty social butterfly, for a nice short description. He has a knack for getting along with others and is a very outgoing and talkative guy, however he some how always manages in getting others to talk more about themselves then ever revealing anything about himself. He doesn't like to talk about himself much... so when any questions arise, he seems to use his wit and charm to deflect these questions back to the asker. He is a charming person, not showing much hostility or anger towards anyone... which can perturb provoking Slytherins at times. He smiles a lot and is fairly optimistic, and while he might think that nearly all things are possible... he does have a bit of a realistic and grounded view on things when you need an unbiased perspective. He tends to put himself deep into his work when it comes to the classes he likes... although he definately prefurs the more 'hands on approach' then reading a tiresome book. Yet... with classes he does not like, he tends to slack off a bit... sometimes having to truely force himself to do much of anything. It isn't that he isn't smart at these classes... he just finds them incredibly boring.

(Brief) History: Rywen is a pure blood, although most would probably never guess since most pure bloods seem to be Muggle haters. His mother was a powerful witch that seemed to work for the side of good for anyone who needed a hand- except the Ministry. She was one of the outspoken people against the Ministry... saying that they had done little to prevent Voldemort from gaining such power. She did know Sirius Black and was on very good terms with him, although he tended to shake his head at her very outgoing views. She was killed by Voldemort however... about five and a half years ago just before Voldemort was said to have been 'killed'. Rywen's father, Diego Oro, was a pure blood as well, but from a lesser known line although he did many odd jobs. He was devestated when Rywen's mother died as was Rywen, and they moved quickly to a rather seclusive location. Because Rywen's father had many odd jobs... they moved frequently, and just as of late Rywen's father landed a job for the Daily Prophet as a writer. Rywen is tranferring to Hogwarts from his old wizarding school, and will probably appear a little after the beginning of the term.
(Obligatory) Other: Rywen played Quidditch at his old school and was a skillful Keeper. He hopes that he'll be able to join the Hogwarts Quidditch team (one of them) as a Keeper. (hint hint! lol) His animal is a black cat named Fenrir (odd name for a cat) which has lived oddly long... about 15 years and doesn't really look old and acts as if it were merely 3. If I daresay, the cat is more like a family heirloom than anything.

Rywen Oro
[i]~ Gryffindor/M/6th Year (Transfer Student) ~

Rywen glanced at those who surrounded him slightly... his attentive green eyes seemingly analyzing most things in which he saw. The Great Hall was beautiful... and it was far different from the place in which his old wizarding school had met and ate. Of course, it wasn't that one was particularily better than th eother... both were equally as magical, it was perhaps... that this one seemed warmer or more together, if that would make any sense.
However, it didn't help that Rywen knew absolutely no one and didn't exactly 'blend' in the best either. He walked around gracefully but yet there of course was the fact that he had no idea where he was going in Hogwarts, so he was quite slow at making choices of 'where he was supposed to go'. It also didn't help that he was fasinated with every nook and cranny that Hogwarts had to offer... from the pictures, the tapestry, the railings... anything. So he often stopped and stared. Of course, his accent didn't help either... but at least that was only apparent when he talked.

Rywen wasn't exactly happy that he had to transfer from his old school, to Hogwarts. He liked his old school well enough... and he knew all that he should know there. His friends, the design of the school, the teachers... all the things that sixth years at any school should know. He was lined up to be the Quidditch Captain at his old school as well, but that was now out the window. That perhaps was one of the things that had hit him the most... along with missing his friends, because he was in love with the sport. He was a good spectical of a Keeper too. Of course, Rywen liked adventures and he liked new things. So at least that aspect of going to Hogwarts made him slightly eager. The school hadn't proved to be less alluring now that he was in The Great Hall amongst the teachers, students...a nd well... ghosts. Dumbledore seemed like a kind headmaster and Rywen, at first glance, instantly took a liking to him. Of course he had some contact with Dumbledore in the process of his paperwork to transfer... but now seeing him fully garbed for the ceremony gave him an even kinder glow. The teachers... well, they were typical teachers. Some looked perhaps halfway normal... while the rest looked as crazy or slightly antagonistic as those at his old school. 'Interesting' was perhaps the only plain word he could come up with to describe all of them together.

Rywen hadn't met very many people yet either. Of course he was quiet sociable in a kind way. He'd join in a few conversations... perhaps that fact that a few of his now 'fellow' Gryffindors would glance at him as if they weren't sure how to take it. The first years weren't like that... a few had joined their table and they were wide-eyed about everything. Rywen didn't blame them... maybe to some of them he was an imposter, some one who perhaps didn't belong in the whole scheme of things. He hoped he could avoid most of the wizards or witches who thought that. The train ride he had met a few people... talking to them had proved fairly kind and it had lifted his spirits (which had already been quite bright, but just lifted further). They seemed quite nice and while perhaps a few of them were not from Gryffindor... they were still fun to talk to. Rywen hoped he could see more of them in classes perhaps.

At the current moment however, Dumbledore had finished his speech and everyone was up and told to go to bed.
Bed.
Rywen stood up, his soft hair gleaming in the gentle glow of the lights above him as he watched a mass swarm head out of the Great Hall. He then realized he had not a clue of where to go... so he did the only natural thing he could do.
Pretend he did.



[ If anyone wants to take their posts further than this, feel free to interact with Rywen. ]

[Asilynne]

Name: Aoife O’Reilly

Age: 12

Gender: Female

Year: 1st

House: Gryffindor of course ^v~

Wand: Linden, 12 1/2 in, pheonix feather (thank you Jennie Wenny ^v^)

Classes: Her favorite- Transmutation
Charms
History of magic
Flying
Divination
Potions
Herbology
Defense against the dark arts
Care of magical creatures
Astronomy

Description: Basic appearance.Medium length reddish hair, relatively tall for her age, most of the time has a spunky look on her face. Absolutely loves her school uniform and wears the jacket/robe? even when she doesnt have to.

Personality:Has a firey spirit, determination and boldness that is typical for Gryffindor. Always strives to win at whatever she does but wont accept a victory if it was under unfair circumstances. Will defend her friends no matter what and expects the same from them in return. A ‘fighting Irish’, she sometimes lets her temper get the best of her and has to learn to restain herself at times.

(Brief) History: Lived in a large Irish household, Muggle born and raised up until the letter came. Was the only magical among 8 siblings and so some of the older ones were jealous. Her family was in the fur business and often trapped foxes and kept them in cages until they were either large enough to kill and skin or the coat was healthy enough. She never liked this and often released some of the animals, although she was punished for it ^-^() She believed if you were going to hunt an animal it should at least be a fair fight without use of traps and bait.

(Obligatory) Other: Her pet is one of the foxes she released, and wouldnt stop following her after that, shortly before the letter came, so she adopted him as her pet and named him Aiden. Hes so cute ^v^ Being very good at sports she wants to try out for the Quiddich team, but since its a magical game and shes new to the whole ‘magical’ business she doesnt know how well shed do. Is sometimes called a mud-blood but it doesnt really phase her since she loves her family even if they are ‘muggles’. Has a slight school girl crush on Charlie once she meets him LOL

~~Aoife O’Reilly~~
Feeling strangly at home in a strange place...

“Ohh...goodbye little one!!!! Good luck!!!”

I had had to take a ship, then a taxi, and then a very unusual train ride before I finally arrived at my destination. Hogwarts school of magic. The outside had been very intimidating and new, but inside....inside had the sense of warmth and kindness. It almost felt as if a part of me was home.
Which it was, I mean, I was in a magical place and I was a magical person. It seemed like something out of a faerie tale. Girl from a large family, often over looked, turns out to be magical and goes to a magical school far from home. I had wondered how I would adjust without my siblings and my parents and the fields I knew.

Now, at dinner, listening to the headmaster go over the things we needed to know, I realised adjusting wasnt all that hard.

Sure a lot of things were different, like the fact dishes floated around and the ceiling changed every now and then, and there were wands and witches and owls flying every which way, but there were spirits here like home, and the food was great. I found that I wasnt scared at all, mostly excited, and wanting to discover all that this place had to offer.

I had been sorted into Gryffindor, a house full of bold adventurous people like myself. This excited me too, though I didnt know anyone I felt as though these people were close to kin. As the headmaster said, each house was like a family, and having came from a big family anyway, this was easy to accept. We would be living with each other, having to deal with each others annoying tendancies and laughing at each others jokes. I remembered my siblings, my oldest sister Bree’s amused “Congradulations you brat.” to my youngest brother Colin’s “Can you bring me home a griffon?” and I smiled. I would miss them, but maybe one day some of them would join me here.

Soon dinner was over, and we all filed to our respective house quarters. I had to resist the urge to run ahead of the group, as it was I didnt know where I was going but I wanted to get there first. I wanted to play with Aiden, and I wanted to look at my class sceduale, I wanted to meet some of my school ‘family’. I brushed a red lock of hair out of my eyes and beamed at no one in particular.

This was the only school I was actually excited about.
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Wow.....need character interaction LOL How are we gonna know whose in our class?

[Kixie_of_Doom]

Name: Eillene Hughes

Age: 11

Gender: Female

Year: First

House: Hufflepuff

Wand: 11 and ½ inches, rosewood with a core of female unicorn tail hair, constructed by Mr. Ollivander

Classes: Charms, Defense against the Dark Arts, Flying, Herbology, History of Magic, Potions, and Transfiguration.

Description: Eillene inherited most of her looks from her father, who was from Italian stock. This causes her to stick out quite a bit from her mother’s family, all of whom are pale with blond or sandy hair. Her skin tone is light olive, her hair and eyes dark. However, unlike her father, who is built somewhat compactly, she is rather tall for her age (around 5’4”). At only 11, she has not yet become gangly, but is quickly growing in that direction. Her features are pleasant, if not stunning, her best feature being her large brown eyes. Her hair is long, but is almost always worn in crown braids. It is naturally straight, but often looks wavy when loose due to her braids.

Personality: Eillene learned from her aunt a real sense of fair play. Everyone deserves an equal chance, in her opinion, which is why she doesn’t like to spread it around that not one but both of her parents are professional Quidditch players. Her own ambition is to be a Seeker, but she doesn’t want to use the leg-up that her parents provide. She wants to compete against her peers and prove herself the best, not gain a position because she’s lucky enough to be related to people who are good at Quidditch. Ambition is no reason to displace fair play. She is intelligent, and excels at Potions, though she is rather miserable at Transfiguration and Charms (both of which she seems to see as being somehow unfair). Understandably, she abhors cheating in any fashion. She is quite willing to stand up to anyone she sees as failing to meet her high standards for what constitutes as ‘fair play.’ She is outgoing, a natural response to being raised in a large family.

(Brief) History: Eillene is the daughter of Moira Hughes, Chaser for the Holyhead Harpies, and Derek Moore, Chaser for the Appleby Arrows. Moira was a Slytherin in school, Derek, an American, went to school in the States. Moira comes from an old wizarding family; Derek was born to a Muggle family.

Eillene is being raised by her mother’s sister, Fionn, a housewitch, and her husband, Bevan Benson, who is a senior editor for the Daily Prophet. (Fionn was a Hufflepuff, and Bevan a Ravenclaw.) They have five children. Asher, 14, is a third year Gryffindor. Mandie is 13, in her second year, but in Ravenclaw. Sonia is 12, born just before Eillene. She’s in her first year as well, and has been sorted into Gryffindor with her elder brother. Ryder is eight, and Olexa five.

Derek and Moira met when both became Chasers for a startup minor league team in the States known as Applesauce Razzmatazz. Both were young, only a matter of years out of school, and they were quite inseparable. Within short order, Moira found herself pregnant. Derek tried to be supportive, but the relationship had already been growing strained. Derek had been drafted by the Appleby Arrows, while Moira was still only with the Razzmatazz. The two broke up shortly before Eillene was born. Moira was stuck with a baby she hadn’t really wanted and no real means to support it. She turned to her older sister, Fionn, for help.

Fionn, who had always been a kind and loving person, happily took in tiny Eillene to raise alongside her own growing brood. This turned out to be probably the best move for all involved. Fionn raised Eillene with as much care as her own children, and was always scrupulously careful not to favor one child over another. Moira made the Holyhead Harpies when Eillene was two. By then, she probably could have afforded to raise Eillene herself, but she wanted something slightly more stable for her child than a life of traveling to play Quidditch. Instead, she sent a healthy stipend to supplement Bevan’s not-insubstantial income, and visited on holidays. Derek is a small part of Eillene’s life, they visit occasionally and he sends birthday cards.

Eillene excels at Potions and receives high marks in Defense Against the Dark Arts and Herbology. Her flying is naturally quite good, since she has had years of practice (receiving her first broom, a Nimbus 1500, at the age of five as a birthday gift from her father). Her Transfiguration and Charms are dismal. She plans to discontinue those classes as soon as possibly allowable, as they conflict somewhat with her sense of fairness.

(Obligatory) Other: Her big ambition is to be a Seeker for a major Quidditch team, but in the mean time she’ll play any position she can get. For her, first order of business at school is trying out for the Hufflepuff team. She has brought with her a pet Puffskein, a gift from her Mother for her tenth birthday. His/her/its fur has a slight gold tinge to it, and Eillene calls it Snitch. This has a secondary meaning, as Snitch can often be difficult to find.

~~@Eillene Hughes@~~

**Diary Entry from the Hufflepuff Table in the Great Hall**
I am recording this diary for posterity, so when I am famous, they can publish it, and many boys and girls will read it and be inspired to follow their dreams. I will begin with my acceptance letter to Hogwarts and faithfully record my time there. As long as I remember to.

That I had received my acceptance letter had been no suprise to anyone. With both of my parents members of the wizarding community, as well as my entire adopted family, it had been clear from early on that Wizardry was my lot in life. What was surprising was my house placement. My mother had attended Hogwarts herself, being easily sorted into Slytherin. Not because she hated Muggle-borns or anything, on the contrary, my father was Muggle-born, but because nothing outshone my dear mother's ambition. Not even my own birth could persuade her to set aside her ambition to become a professional Quidditch player. My father was the same way, though he was a Yank and had gone to school in the states. That's probably what drew them together, and, in the end, forced them apart. I never knew them together, so I can only guess at that, but it seems pretty obvious. When Dad left the minors to play professionally, he left my mum behind. That's how I came to live with her sister and their family. Which is neither here nor there, I suppose, but it goes to why my house placement was a surprise for me. You see, What I've wanted, more than anything for as long as I can remember, is to play professional Quidditch like my parents. Not because of my parents, mind you. I want to play because I'm good, not because I'm related to people who are. I expected to be put in Slytherin like Mum, because I figured there was nothing in the world that could be more important to me than playing Quidditch. I guess I was wrong, because the Hat put me in Hufflepuff. Something about my unwillingness to ride on my parent's coattails, to play professional Quidditch 'the right way' instead of 'any way I could wrangle.' I guess having a few shreds of moral fiber automatically disqualifies you for Slytherin.

Aunt Fionn will be happy, though. She was a Hufflepuff. I suppose that's where I got it, though none of her kids are in Hufflepuff. Yet, anyway. Ryder and Olexa still might, I suppose, though Asher and Sonia are Gryffindors and Mandie's a Ravenclaw like her Dad, my Uncle Bevan. Sonia was only just sorted tonight, with me. She's only a few months older than I am. It'll be a little strange to not have her in the same room. Not to say Uncle Bevan doesn't make a good living or that Mum and Dad don't send enough money to support me, it just seemed to Aunt Fionn that we comforted each other when we were babies. We've shared a room ever since, and while we're probably not as close as we were when our primary day-to-day occupations consisted of attempting to eat our own feet, it'll still be strange not to have her in the next bed. I suppose I'll have a whole dormitory worth of other Hufflepuff first years to bunk with, but still, it's not the same thing. I don't have any brothers or sisters of my own, but Aunt Fionn always raised us like I was just another one of her brood. It was always clear to me why she was in Hufflepuff, Aunt Fionn played fair or not at all. For birthdays, my Mum and Dad always pay for me to have a nice party, and tell Aunt Fionn to spend as much as she needs. While my parties are always nice, they're never any nicer than my cousin's parties, because that wouldn't be fair. When one of my parents wants to buy me tickets for something, they know to go through Aunt Fionn, because it wasn't fair for one of us to go to the circus or to see a play if the others couldn't. She would consult with Uncle Beven and wait until the rest of the family could afford tickets, too. Uncle Bevan made good money, so I never had to wait long, and most times I wasn't even aware I was waiting. Rereading, it sounds like Aunt Fionn held me back from doing a lot of things, but she didn't. She was the same way with the other kids, too. Mandie especially always wanted a lot of things when she was younger, and she was so studious a lot of times she wanted books and stuff. Aunt Fionn always told her she could take the books out of the library or use her allowance to buy them, but she wouldn't get extra because the other kids weren't getting extra. Aunt Fionn treated us all equally and loved us all for who we were. She was a good Mum, even if she wasn't my Mum.

But for now I must say goodbye, because the feast is over and I need to follow the prefects to the dormitory. I will write more later.
**End of first Diary Entry**

I shut my diary with a snap and raised my head to look around for the first time. Though I'd listened to the announcements with half an ear, I'd already known what most of them would say. Mandie had quizzed all of us younger children on it extensively under the guise of playing 'Sorting Hat' when she was home on holiday. The Great Hall I had seen on my way in--impressive, of course, but I had a diary to write. It was important that I wrote down what I felt immediately following my Sorting. I'd imagine if more people wrote about their experience with the Sorting Hat, they would recall be confused by the outcome as well.

Most of the first year girls seemed to be nervous, hiding behind their hair. My hair was up in braids like it usually was, but I wouldn't have hid behind it, anyway. I stood up proudly, never mind that I was taller than most of the boys in my year. The prefects were shouting for the first years of their Houses, and I queued up near the two bearing the yellow badge of Hufflepuff. Time to see what our quarters were going to be like here. Asher swore that the first years were kept in soggy dungeons, but Mandie said they were lovely dormitories with big fluffy beds. 'Course, Mandie reads a lot, so she was prone to being fanciful. I was expecting something in between. Casting my brown eyes forward, I held my diary loosely and shuffled forward with the rest of my year, ready to face what came.

[Chris 2.1]

This is my first RPG post so...sorry if it sucks.


Name: Raven Zunissi

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Year: Uhh *checks* 6th

House: Slytherin

Wand: Raven has an Ollivander Wand. It is 11 inches in length, made from mahogany. It has the hair of a Male Unicorn in the core. While being a good wand for transfiguration, it is not as adept at charm-work. However it looks very handsome.

Classes: Transfiguration, Charms (albeit Raven is doing poorly), Herbology, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Care of Magical Creatures, Astronomy, Potions, Ancient Runes, Muggle Studies

Description: Raven is just under 6 feet tall. He is slim, but by no means skinny. His hair is an interesting blonde/brown mix, resulting in a fudgey brown colour with many blonde hairs also visible. It hangs just above his eyes and easily obscures his vision, which can be fixed with a swish of his head. Raven has a somewhat pale complexion, and in addition has high, prominent cheekbones and a sturdy face. Midnight blue eyes shine blissfully on his face, and his pale lips are neither thin nor fat. He has large hands and feet. Often he looks calm, with a somewhat serious demanour within. His teeth are not the white one sees in the clouds, but all the same remain very straight, and clean, and as white as can be expected by any non-magical means. His face has no traces of acne. His eyebrows are rather thin, and are a light brown colour.

Personality: Raven is a vain young man. Not to the extent he admires himself in a spoon, but the boy takes great pride in his appearence, and believes himself a handsome fellow. He can be quiet; an observant type, and often mocks those who are very outspoken in their opinions. Raven has a small circle of friends, but it appears to get smaller with each aspect of his personality he decides to demonstrate. As a result, he has become somewhat enclosed and shut off, for fear he may lose respect from his peers. One to often grasp any respect or admiration, Raven is, in short, a very lonely person at heart.

(Brief) History: Raven grew up with his Mother and Father in Oxford. His Mother, Clara, and his Father, Matthias, are both very young and handsome themselves. He recieved his wand at the age of 10, and excelled in Transfiguration and Astronomy while progressing through school. However, Raven has often been, and still is, pressured by his Father. His Father is not a strong wizard, and therefore piles a lot of encouragement onto his son. Taking Charms, Raven found himself to do avarage (if not poorly) at it, and has a dislike of the subject. However, his interest in Muggles (Or perhaps the superiority he feels he has over them) led him to study the subject. To his peers, Raven explained his mother told him to stick with Astronomy. However, unbeknownst to them, he enjoys the subject very much.

When he first arrived at Hogwarts, it was a tough choice for the Sorting Hat. Not as tough as others, perhaps, but certainly, Raven could be suitable for Hufflepuff, the hard working house, or else Slytherin, where, beneath the pressure, and the reputation he had to upkeep lay an ingrowing ambition. The Sorting Hat saw this, sensed this, and placed Raven in Slytherin. Raven is no coward, but will certainly choose his own life over that of another.

Clara Zunissi is a DJ for the WWN (Wireless Wizarding Network), while Matthias simply works at Flourish and Blotts. It seems to be Clara's position (for she is, to an extent, well known among wizards and witches alike) that planted Raven's ambition. He feels, however, obliged to be something special. Something clever and worthwhile, as opposed to (as he sees his mothers job) 'A renowned chatterbox'.

(Obligatory) Other: Excels particularly at Transfiguration and Astronomy. Is very good at his other subjects, except perhaps Charms, which seems to be his poor point. Despite showing an interest, Raven is disturbed by the lack of academic spine to subjects such as Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures. He has a Tawny Owl, named Laguma. His parents frequently send him letters. Raven is hoping, for he does not yet know, that he will be a prefect.




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First-years. In clumps they scattered around the Entrance Hall, looking like ants in their new robes. Scuttling nervously, apprehensively, a knot of them clustered in my wake. I felt my lip curl indissatisfaction. Recalling back to my days as a first-year, I remenisced over how overly cocky I had been. True, that cockiness had soon ebbed away...it was interesting how much some students changed over their time at Hogwarts. I was coming in close contact with another group

"Out the way," I growled, shunting a rather scrawny boy.

"D-Do you know where the Gryffindor Common room is?" he asked, slightly alarmed at my anger. I gave a quick shake of my head, turned to head off towards the Slytherin Common room...but at that moment I saw somebody. Somebody my age, although from the looks around him, he was attractive. Girls giggled as they went past him to their common rooms and my inquisition was aroused.

He was definitely no older than myself. Curiously, he nestled between two large groups of chatting students. His rather swift, searching look told me more than words may have done. Coupled with the fact I had never seen him previously, I assumed this student was new to Hogwarts.

He looked at me. A rather plain, expressionless look on his face, he seemed to be waiting. I had to admit, it was humerous to see. I smirked and wandered off down the stairs towards the dungeons.

As I walked, I reminded myself of the horrible leaving circumstances I put up with just before I got on the train. My Mother and Father...what fools! The look on my Mothers face...the tears as I pulled out the station...and the reception I might recieve after my time this year was not something nice to think about. As I felt myself redden, memories flooding my senses and overpowering my emotions, I turned left and darted down a corridor. My face felt sharp. Teras wound down my face and I hid, away from the chatter and away from anybody else.




oo0oo

Eeep there will be better ones! And if anybody wants to incorporate Raven into their posts feel free.

[Green Lanturn]

Name:Rebecca DeMauro

Age:13

Gender:Female

Year:Third

House:Gryffindor

Wand:Ollivanders. Yew, 11 1/2 Inches, light and supple with a single feather from the tail of a phoenix.

Classes:

~Transfiguration
~Herbology
~Potions
~Defense against the Dark Arts
~Charms
~Care of Magical Creatures
~Divination
~Arithmancy
~Astronomy
~History of Magic


Description:Julia is about 5'5" with pale skin. She has long, light-brown hair down to her mid-back. Her eyes are hazel. She is pretty slim and has good posture. She likes jewely and can often be seen wearing silver chains, rings, and bracelets, though none are enchanted or cursed.

Personalityhe is really nice, and, like her house quality, she is very brave when it comes to her friends. She is also not afraid to stand up for herself. She is somewhat intelligent, but she really doesnt care for studying, she is more adventurous.

(Brief) History:Rebecca has lived with her parents for most of her life in London. As her parents were both wizards and witches(mothers family was muggle-born though), she spent most of her youth in Diagon Alley. She was fascinated by the wizarding world, and couldnt have been more overjoyed to receive her hogwarts letter. She was surprised however to be put in gryffindor, as her father was from hufflepuff, and her mother from ravenclaw.

Otherhe plays Chaser for the quidditch team, she got in during her second year. She also has a tawny owl, male, named Raff




Rebecca DeMauro/3rd Year/Gryffindor
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I now faced my biggest obstacle. I stood facing the barrier between platforms nine and ten at King's Cross Station in London. Even as a third year, this crossing seemed to stop me. Yet I was a gryffindor, and we are supposed to be brave!There was a short line of students behind me, and attention was drawing, so I went for it, eyes closed. I could feel myself passing through some barrier, and I opened my eyes to see a grand scarlet train of magnificant radiance.

I walked on to the train, Owl and Baggage on tow, and looked for an empty compartment. I happened to find one near the middle of the train, I thought I was lucky. I slid the glass door open and walked inside, placing my trunk on top of the bunk ahead. And so I sat, looking outside the window at the massive clumps of students and parents, each on his own clammoring to bid final farewells and to get on the train.

Finally it seemed, we were off. I was surprised to see that my compartment managed to stay empty, save myself. It was quite lonely, but I enjoyed the silence. After about thirty minutes on the train, a boy walked into my room and started conversing with me. He was a fellow gryffindor, though, obviously new, and his name was Rywen. He seemed nice. After a little chat, he left the compartment to go and talk with others.

Before we arrived at school, I changed into my black and red robes(red signifying gryffindor), and once the train stopped, it was the usual drill I experienced first last year. I climbed down the stairs and walked towards the carriages that would carry us to Hogwarts. I heard the familiar call of "First Years, over here!" Ah, memories, Crossing the lake and all.

I climbed into the carriage and was soon joined by two chatting ravenclaws and a hufflepuff boy. The carriages began to move soon after we shut the door and then, it was in sight, hogwarts in all of her brilliance.

We walked into the entrance hall and then into the Great Hall. The house tables were set as normal, and I took a seat near the teachers end of the table. I really enjoyed watching the sorting, and as expected, in came the first years. Soon to follow was professor McGonagal, my head of house, with a scruffy hat we all knew to be the sorting hat.

The hat's song was nifty, and once the sorting was done, our table was slighty more occupied. The opening feast was excellent and after dinner, Dumbledore rose to addrress the students. He introduced our new Defense against the dark arts teacher, who seemed alright, and after a little bit of talk, sent us off to bed.

Everyone soon rose. I saw a first year with red hair who seemed to be a bit lost. "Need some help?" I asked as the prefects didnt seem to be doing much of their jobs. "My name is Rebecca."

The frightened girl looked up at me, "Aoife" she replied.

"Good, now come on, the common room is upstairs."

And together we walked up to the common room, and I knew that meant one thing, a nice big four posterr bed with my name on it. OOh, it was calling to me.

[kalad1]

Name: Kalad Galadorian
Age:12
Gender: Male
Year:2nd
House: Gryffindor
Wand:10 Inches, Yew, Core is made from a Nundu heartstring.(Family tradition).
Classes:
Ancient Runes
Astronomy
Charms
Defense against Dark Arts
Muggle Studies
Potions
Transfiguration
Descriptiontanding at about 4'10", Kalad is a bit short for his age, but doesn't let that bother him. He is fit, keeping in physical shape better than most kids or even most wizards. His hair color is a VERY light blonde, but regular sun exposure inevitably bleaches it white. His eyes are a deep icy blue. His hair is to his neck and usually very messy.
Personality: Kalad has come from a long line of wizards, and as such, has been raised with duty as a major tenent of his life, However, with his mother being a muggle-born, he has not been sheltered and has a much more realistic view of the world compared to other "noble" wizards. Overall, he is friendly, though he tends to hide his family's status when possible, preferring to have people judge him honestly, instead of hiding behind his money, braving the chances of potential rejection. He is slightly mischevious, but not a prankster. He does not let any jibes about his height or his rather eccentric method of transporting his cat get to him. He has also borne through ridicule from other branches of his family for his less than pure blood, as well as his more practical nature, seeing him as "betraying his heritage".
(Brief) History: Comes from a long line of wizards, though his father broke tradition and married a Muggle-born woman, His grandfather was involved in the slaying of a nundu, and that is where the parts for his wand came from. His mother made sure he was not too sheltered and saw that not everything was as rich people thought it was. In his first year, Kalad found a knack for Charms.
(Obligatory) Other: Has a white kitten named Janin, who likes to ride on Kalad's head.

Kalad OOC: Dreadfully short, I know, but I'm kinda stuck at the moment, and there aren't many other second year SUs to interract with.
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I walked along, with Janin merrily riding along on my head. It was almost like a breath of fresh, pure air to come here, far from my overbearing relatives who put far too much emphasis on blood and far too little on what a person is like.I looked around, taking the the corridors and stairways and every little detail, as well as keeping an eye on the first years and everyone else. Some were talking to each other, as well as older students. I noted the two Weasleys as I passed, then a new girl, obviously first year, with red hair caught my eye. I caught the name Aoife before I bumped into someone I didn't recognize, though he was a Gryffindor and much taller than me, I think he was that new Sixth year I'd heard that rumor about.

I did the first thing that came to mind, I stuck out my hand and said, "Hello, I'm Kalad Galadorian, nice to meet you."

[Emotional Faun Chiko-sai]

Name: Ken (Kensei) Lloyd

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Year: 5

House: Hufflepuff

Wand: Teak, not very flexible but good for jabbing up people's noses; 10 inches; core is a clipping from the cloven hoof of a porlock

Classes: Ancient Runes, Astronomy, Care of Magical Creatures, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Divination, History of Magic, Potions, Transfiguration

Description: About 5'9", thinner than he should be, and pale-skinned. He is genetically unable to tan; he just turns red. He spikes his hair and bleaches it a very light blonde, but you can see the dark roots. He has a pointed face and a roman nose. His eyes are large and a dark grey, almost black. Strangely, his canine and incisor teeth are slightly elongated and extra pointy. He wears a bracelet strung from sandalwood beads on his left wrist.

Personality: Some would call him a shy violet, if that term was not in general use for describing girls. He's only really open and relaxed around animals or magical creatures. He is quiet and reserved, rarely opening his mouth except to answer in class, unless you start talking about creatures. Ken has great faith in the saying 'it is not good to tell lies', and will not and cannot lie, even if it meant detention from the Potions master. He also does not approve of bending, stretching, or rewording the truth. He is a bleeding heart and would help anyone who needed help, if he can just overcome his shyness. Tries hard at all his subjects, but is contemplating just giving up on Divination. He loves his family and is very clannish, and fiercely (if quietly) loyal to his house and friends, if he had any of them that weren't furry, scaley or feathery.

(Brief) History: He is a half-blood. His father is British, though his mother is Japanese. His mother was from one of the more exclusive Asian wizarding families, the Arisawa family, with relatives everywhere ranging from Southeast Asia to the main house in Japan and the main branch house in China. She is in some kind of disgrace with the main house due to her 'poor marriage', but communicates with her relatives elsewhere regularly. She now works as a translator for Obscurus Books, while his father is a partner in an architectural firm. His older brother (now 21) showed signs of magical ability, though he dropped out of Hogwarts in his sixth year to join a rock band (making it big in the indie Muggle circuits), and his older sister (Namie, 17) was sorted into Slytherin. As he is the 'baby' in the family, his brother and sister tend to spoil him thoroughly with the attention they give him, despite the fact that his brother would like to keep his image as a tough punk rocker and his sister is a self-proclaimed goth. (They were the ones who bleached Ken's hair for him, and spelled it so it would stay spiky no matter how the victim tried to undo the spell.) Namie looks out for him in school, and prevents the Slytherins from doing too much damage to him. The family lives in a very normal terrace house in London, in the midst of Muggles. Animals seem to like him as much as he likes them, so their house usually has a sparrow or a crow or even a pigeon from Nelson's Column flitting around; and the amount of stray cats that frequent the garden is becoming a slight problem. Whenever the family goes on holidays, Ken would spend most of his time at the zoological gardens or in the isolated coves and hilly areas, making friends with the more harmless residents of the area. Consequently, his best subject is Care of Magical Creatures. He writes a log out of any observations he makes regarding these creatures, and hopes to one day be able to conduct research on them, especially on the families of magical equines. He is not a Parselmouth, so he isn't able to befriend snakes, though he tries. He is not good at gardening (the one plant he tried to raise in the rock garden at his home died within a week), and worse at numbers, so he decided to drop Herbology and Arithmancy. He also has problems with Divination, because all he sees is clumps of soggy tea leaves, and he won't lie about what he can see, so the teacher always thinks he's cheeking her. The Sorting Hat didn't have much problems putting him into Hufflepuff.

(Obligatory) Other: He can speak fluent Japanese and some limited Chinese, and knows various derogatory words in most Southeast Asian languages from Thai to Malay, though he wouldn't use them, and if he did, he'd probably blush. (His cousins educated him well.) His pet is a red squirrel named Ratatosk.
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Ken(sei) Lloyd, Hufflepuff 5th Yr
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Ratatosk pulled at my hair and chattered disapprovingly. I myself had no opinion on why Namie and Rurik had made it ash blonde instead of red. I did mind that it was spiky, though. It made me look like someone out of the pages of a magazine. And it was more conspicuous than black. I had to tread very carefully in the coves all through our holiday in Greece; the hippocampi thought I had come to capture them, though they were perfectly agreeable once I had made my intentions clear.

Namie left me at the Great Hall, after pinching my cheeks and telling me that I looked like a spiky chipmunk. I couldn't see the resemblance. But she was a nice sister. Not many older sisters who are from Slytherin sit in the same compartment as their little brother from Hufflepuff on the train and not mind at all when her compatriots sneer and look down noses at her. We peoplewatched the whole journey.

My family is weird. Rurik is the punk, Namie is the goth, and I'm the kayu, the piece of wood that always has a blank look on his face no matter what you tell him. I'm not really a kayu. At least not to the animals. Everyone thinks I am, though. I don't have any really truly friends among humans, but most of the time humans not from Slytherin are nice to me, when they actually notice me; conversely, I notice most people. It's practice for when I do it with creatures.

There was a wonderful spread at dinner, as usual, and then Dumbledore announced the new DADA teacher. She looked rather like the cocker spaniel that lived at Miss Wormwood's, around the corner from my house. I palmed a few nuts from the table as treats for Ratatosk while Dumbledore's speech was going on. Not that I wasn't listening, but because Ratatosk was nibbling on my thumb, and I guess I'd have had to feed him sooner or later. Dumbledore ended his speech with an order for us to go to bed. That meant I would have to say hello to all the creatures tomorrow; I hoped the hippogriffs, if they were still here, wouldn't mind - they were so very proud.

So many new students. More and more families sent their childern to Hogwarts year after year. The teeming crowd didn't stop my eye from following a lone figure from the Slytherin table stealing out the door and turning into a deserted corridor that just so happened to be one of the dodgy ones leading to the Hufflepuff common room.

Ratatosk indicated as much to me to mind my own business, but I was curious as to why a Slytherin would be so distracted until he'd got his sense of direction muddled up and was going in the completely opposite direction of his common room. Besides, I'd eventually have to go to bed, anyway. I was just taking a walk back to my common room. If my shyness overtook me suddenly, or if the guy was an unsociable character like most Slytherins were, I could always use that excuse.

I poked my head round the corner cautiously. It was a Slytherin. Furthermore, I recognised him from somewhere; he was a sixth year with a weird surname that started with a letter from the back-end of the alphabet. And he seemed to be... crying. Discreetly, to be sure, but still crying.

Then he looked up.

Uh-oh.
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Chris 2.0: Feel free to bash Ken if you feel I took too many liberties with Raven's sense of direction ^^;;;

[Bulbasaur4]

[color=royalblue]
Social time!

Rywen Oro
~ 6th Year Transfer Student/ M / Gryffindor

Rywen had no idea of where to go, but then again he wasn’t particularily looking hard for a way to the Gryffindor common room. It seemed whenever he started to follow those garbed in red and black robes, somehow he managed to get sidetracked by looking at the pictures or tapestries upon the wall. It wasn’t that he hadn’t seen things like them before of course… it was just that he hadn’t seen these ones before. So he’d follow for a bit, until a picture would catch his eye and then he’d stop and glance at it for a bit. He always marveled pictures… for whatever apparent reason, he had always liked them. In fact, he had stared at so many of them before that he was starting to be able to pick out flaws in the moving pictures, and finding those flaws were quite fun. (But of course, never tell the painting that for they tend to get rather angry.)

Rywen had noticed other people however too.

There had been a strange fellow… a Slytherin, Rywen believed for he was dressed with green in his robe. He had felt the eyes of the Slytherin upon him for a bit, before the guy finally seemed to dart away and disappear. That was rather odd, to be stared at with no introduction. Then of course there were a few various faces… one of them being Rebecca. She had just gone past here before…

“Hello, I'm Kalad Galadorian, nice to meet you." Rywen glanced rather downwards towards the voice was coming from, and there before him was another fellow Gryffindor. He had nearly white blonde hair with bewitching ice blue eyes, and while he was short it was apparent that his height didn’t bother him by his confidence. (Rywen had met plenty of folk who were bashful of their height, mostly because Rywen was an averagely tall person.)
“ I’m Rywen Oro, pleasure to meet you as well.” Rywen said thickly, his accent rolling off his tongue and lapping at the air. A smile instantly came to Rywen’s face as he realized that the people going by was thinning, and that most likely he should be heading to the Gryffindor tower now.
“You must be the transfer student that I’ve heard about, aren’t you?” Kalad asked, and Rywen nodded. People had heard of him?
“ Well… uhh… yes, rather odd… didn’t know people knew I was coming.” Rywen stated lightly, and Kalad shrugged. They some how had began walking… of course it was more Rywen following Kalad than anything.
“ It’s funny how if anything goes on around here, most likely the students will know instantly. At least some of them. Plus it’s not every year that we get a transfer student… it’s actually pretty rare.” Rywen gave a nod, as they started to climb up one of the long winding staircases. It was strange how they seemed to shift around quite a bit… from what he could tell by a mere glancing.

Kalad and Rywen walked, until they caught up to two other figures. Rywen instantly found pride and content in actually recognizing someone… Rebecca! However she was with another Gryffindor, someone obviously younger than her, and all three of them for that matter.
“ Greetings Rebecca!” Rywen instantly chimed, as her and the other younger girl she was seemingly aiding turned about.
“Oh… Rywen, hi.” She said, a small smile forming to her lips. The younger girl didn’t seemed intimidated by three older students but rather watched with curiosity. Rywen gave a nod to her.
“ This is Aoife, she’s a 1st year and I was showing her to the Common Room.” Rebecca stated lightly, and Rywen looked to Kalad.
“ I was showing him to the common room as well.” Kalad stated, as all four of them continued up the stairs.


[bad place to cut off, I know… but I figured I’d done enough. Lol ]

[Magmar]

[color=blue]Name: Julius Forte
Age: 13 as of June 23rd
Gender: Male
Year: 3rd Year
House: Ravenclaw
Wand: Oak, 9 inches. The core turned out to be from the claw of a Hippogriff. Not too unusual for a foreign wand.
Classes: Defense Against the Dark Arts, Astronomy (his best subject), Transfiguration (one of his less-outstanding subjects, but he puts a lot of effort into it regardless), Potions, History of Magic, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Herbology, Divination (he also seems good at this one), Charms
Description: Born physically weak, Julius had a rough first years of life--but his body shows upcoming maturity. He is about 5'8" (Tallish for a 3rd-year), relatively slim and has brown hair with brown eyes. He walks quickly and is always seen reading a book. He is intelligent and book-oriented. He possesses many Ravenclaw-like qualities. Contrary to consistently reading he has excellent vision (but somewhat poorer hearing) and does not require glasses.
Personality: Friendly, courteous, mature, studious, mercurial. Occaisonally has an emotional overload. Has a few good friends. He doesn't particularly care about his pure-blood heritage. He can become obsessive. Not interested in relationships... yet.
(Brief) History: Julius was born to two Wizarding parents. Coming from a very long-line of pureblood (but they don't flaunt it very much), Julius and his younger sister Maye (age 6) are the two children of Sarah and Nathan Forte, foreign ambassadors to Scandinavia. (For reference, both of his parents were in Hufflepuff...) Julius was born weak but he has begun to outgrew his poor health. Julius loves to read. Julius is also an excellent organizer. He has been very quick at picking up magic and promises to be a very intelligent, although occasionally very clumsy, wizard. Julius possesses some Seer-like qualities to him as well and will definitely enjoy Divination and Astronomy. Julius lives with his Grandmother during the Summer, as his parents are inevitably away... occasionally he gets depressed about it. Julius can get tired easily, also, from physical excursion, and has been known to be frequently ill in his earlier years. Julius does NOT like animals of his own but he usually gets along with other people's pets. He has an ordinary barn owl, Sydney, that he generally ignores due to his intense fear of birds. Julius has a knack for solving things quickly and enjoys Muggle puzzlebooks.
(Obligatory) Other: Julius is one of the smartest in his year. He generally gets along with all the professors, and he's not really harassed by Professor Snape (who doesn't seem to care much about his Potions class because it was only Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs the first two years). Professor Kettleburn did not really like him when he was in 1st/2nd year, nor did he like Professor Kettleburn for making him go near those animals.
Julius is somewhat decent at flying but has not made Quidditch team.
His favorite professor is Sinistra.
He loves music. He hates Peeves.
His room (at his house) is tidy but cluttered, just like his lifestyle--well-kept but too much to do in so little time.
He likes to play Wizard Chess but surprisingly isn't too great at it.

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Julius Forte
~ 3rd Year Ravenclaw ~

It was peculiar how quickly the Sorting had started and ended, and how quickly Dumbledore finished his speeches and dinner had been served. Nevertheless, another evening had begun and ended, and it was soon time to head off to the common rooms.

I quickly met up with a few friends and began to engage in idle chatter. It seemed that nothing out of the ordinary had occurred yet this year. During the summer, everything had been quiet. The hubbub of having Voldemort killing wizards had finally subsided...

One of the things I had never understood is why people were so afraid of a name. It's only a word. It's true that people don't appreciate the word "Voldemort" much like Jews don't appreciate "Swastika" but it is still merely a name. We are, after all, living in one of the greatest periods of history in the wizarding world. Reconstruction must begin shortly, or the chaos will never subside... that's what my father told me.

I miss them.

I wonder how Maye and Nana are doing back at home... perhaps I'll send them an owl...

I shuddered. I despise owls.

My thoughts are too intelligent. Sometimes I think in such extraneous vocabulary--but I'm too young for this. I need to relax... I need to take in the scenery sometimes.

"Julius? Are you listening to a word I say?"

I turned around and realized that Mildred Graham had been calling me for quite a while. Milly was a 4th year who helped me greatly when I was in my 1st. "Sorry, I dozed off..."

"That's alright. You're a silly goose sometimes. Well I'll see you at breakfast tomorrow!" She ruffled up my hair--oh how I hate that--and marched up the girls' dormitory. I remember when I made the mistake of trying to follow her up there as a 1st year... it was talk of the House for about a week.

I decided that nothing interesting was going to occur this evening and went up my dormitory. I was first. Deep inside, I was excited for class to begin... I couldn't wait to meet my friends again and to begin the long process of learning. Maybe this year there'd be even greater mysteries to be solved and new magic to be learned...

[Drusilla]

Sorry, been working; I was going to come in yesterday and post, but I couldn't get out of bed... I worked extra over the weekend, and I really haven't recovered yet. I had to come in today for senior pics, though... and I'm sleepy...


Name: Trish Morgan
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Year: 6
House: Slytherin
Wand: 13 inches, Bloodwood, Essence of phoenix ash
Classes:
Astronomy
Care of Magical Creatures
Charms
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Divination
Herbology
History of Magic
Potions
Transfiguration

Description: Eeeehhh... Trish is about 5'6, average weight but with a slightly lanky build. Her skin has a slight olive tone to it and she has deep green eyes and long hair that falls about halfway down her back. Trish changes the color of her hair about every other day with charms, so her natural color is unknown. For the time being, it's an aqua blue with purple tips. She's quick and looks delicate, but can really whale on someone when she feels the need to.
Personality: She's determined, strong-willed, oppinionated, and refuses to give in unless she absolutely has to. She doesn't care if someone is pure-blood or Muggle-born, but if someone can't hold thier own in magic, then Trish isn't likely to be very pleasant about it. She usually won't go out of her way to pick on people, but if someone interferes with her, then a really ugly side of her is more than likely to come out. Imcompetance is the bane of her being, but if someone is willing to ask her for help, then she might consider it. She's more than likely to be very cold to anyone she doesn't know, and it takes a while for her to warm up, but to those who earn her friendship, she's always there.
(Brief) History: Her family hails from the southwestern forests of Germany, is pure-blood, and goes back many generations. She lives in England now with her mother; her father's where-abouts are unknown. Trish is fluent in both English and German, but her German accent tends to get thick when she's nervous, irritated, or stressed.
(Obligatory) Other: She has a pet female black rat named Isis, plays Chaser, and is a prefect. Her favorite classes are Divination and Charms, and has shown signs of the abilities of a Seer.


Trish Morgan-6th Year-Slytherin Prefect

"And that one... look out for her, that's Morbid Morgan. She's got a nasty streak a mile wide..."
"...wouldn't believe what I heard about her mother..."
"Aye, a dirty Kraut if ever there was one..."
"...Death Eaters? Really?"
"...do more damage than a Beater, if you don't watch her. Of course, she'll make the team..."
"Ick, sweet on her? She's not bad looking, but she's got the temper of a dragon, that one..."

Trish sighed; typical chatter for the first evening at school flooded the halls as she made way to the Slytherin dungeon. Her first year there had been mutterings, mostly because she and her mother had been speaking German at King's Cross before Trish boarded the train. The nastier remarks had started her second year as older students imparted their 'wisdom' about Trish to the firsties. Next year, she supposed, people would be swearing that she could grow fangs to drink blood, change into a mist, and control the thoughts of others just by making eye contact.

Sometimes Hogwarts students could be worse than Muggles...

"First Years, hurry up!" Trish shouted over the din. She saw Marshall herding another group of Slytherins, most of whom seemed to be firsties and completely void of any common sense.

Leading the way for the new students, with a few of the older ones all ready making way to the dormitories, Trish decended the stairs to the lower reaches of the castle. Making way through the labrynthine corridors, she came at last to the wall that guarded the entrance to the Slytherin dungeon and pushed her way through the throng of gawking youngsters.

"Right kiddos, pay attention. No one's going to be checking out here every night to see if your shut out because you forgot the password." Trish turned to the wall. "Resurgam."

The passageway was revealed, and the Slytherins began to push their way inside. "You can't all go through at once!" Trish snapped at some of the younger students and pulled them back. Gradually, they made their way into the common room and the hall cleared. Trish made an exasperated face at Marshall, who seemed to find her irritation at the situation amusing, as he passed her. Ushering the final stragglers in, Trish herself entered the common room and the passage slammed shut.

She made her way across the room, ignoring the furtive glances and gestures made in her direction, sweeping over to the corner occupied by the remnants of the previous year's Quidditch team.

"Someone," she began as she took a seat, "tell me that it's not my imagination and that children really are getting more stupid. If so, I hope that it's only temporary and that they'll out grow it, or I may hex quite a few of them before the year is over."

Laughter greeted her comment and she smiled appreciatively. Isis, her pet rat, poked her head out of Trish's pocket and climbed up to her shoulder, where she proceeded to groom her owner's hair. Trish sat back and looked out over the common room.

"How was summer in Germany?" Marshall asked.

"Eh, it was OK, I suppose. Some trouble with a vampire near home," Trish smiled innocently. "I didn't know anything about it, though... Learned some new curses that I'm just dying to try out on someone, and did quite a bit of Quidditch practice. When are try-outs, anyway?"

Murmurs of agreement went around the group; Marshall just shrugged. "Haven't gotten a look at the pitch schedule for the weekend, so I don't know just yet. I should know in the morning, though."

"Great... Hate to break things up, but I'm off to bed. I'm kind of anxious about N.E.W.T. classes, and since I don't know which ones I may have in the morning, I figure I should start while I'm ahead. 'Night, everyone." Trish waved lazily and made her way to the girls' dorms, where she soon fell into a deep sleep, glad to finally be back.
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Meh, half-assed post... too much to do right now, and I gotta get going before I'm kicked out of here, anyway...

[Asilynne]

Sorry for my lack of posts, *points at away topic* I was butchin' with mah saiya-jin sistas XD
Ive read everything, but I need to get off line in case they call (theyre on thier way back) so Ill post later tonight, thanks to the people who included my character while I was away ^-^

[Chris 2.1]

Raven - 6th Year Slytherin.

I wiped my sleeve. Sniffing the emotions back, sending them back into my body and locking them away, I turned to see a rather pointy-faced fifth-year staring at my with a rather empty, yet curious expression. His spikey hair made him resemble a pineapple. I knew him to be from Hufflepuff.

"Yes?" I snapped, feeling my face grow hot.

I heard a rather jumbled mumble of words. Something about "sorry" and "wandering". I shot him a dissaproving look and walked right past him, giving him a rather cruel shoulder barge along the way. Seething with rage, I felt myself grow more angrier the redder I got. Had he seen me? Seen me cry? I hoped not.

Walking away from the corridor that must have led to the Hufflepuff common room (why else was it far from my own, and why else would that...squirrely Hufflepuff be there?) and heading towards my own, I felt a peaceful quiet around the castle. Was it late?

I approached the place. Standing at the blank stone wall I felt myself uneasily wander into desperation.

I didn't know the password. And I was a prefect. I knew I had forgotten to see Professor Snape after the Feast.

"Damnit," I muttered, turning and wandering off. I could have sworn I heard the wall give a rather unfair cackle. I felt myself go red again and made my way towards the Owlery. Wandering up a staircase, I saw that same 6th year Gryffindor watching Sir Cadogan intently.

"What's wrong?" I sneered. "Can't find your common room?"

"Nice to meet you, too," came a rather handsome, yet oddly sarcastic voice. He held his hand out for me to shake, but I just turned and walked away. I could feel, in my mind, the expression on his face. He must be wearing a rather vague expression...how delightful.

I arrived at the Owlery soon after. Looking around the wonderful, high-ceilinged room, and trying my hardest to find my dear owl, I washed away my dissapointment with the expression on the Gryffindors face. Unfortunately my owl was nowhere to be found.

Rather irritated, I looked out across the moonlit grounds. Sighing to myself, I wondered what I should do about getting to the common room. Where had my friends all gone? Had they decided among themselves to simply abandon me? I hadn't seen everybody at the feast...I wonder where they were...

At that moment, I saw the doors of the Castle fly open. A long strip of yellow light filtered across the sloped lawns as a familliar figure walked out into the grounds. There was a hint of green in his clothes...and from what I could tell by the tall and wide frame, I wasn't the only one of the Salazaar Six to have been locked out that night.



Edit: Had to modify my post - Prefects are supposed to know the passwords :-/

[Tokyo Magnum]

Name: Alexandria Birchill
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Year: 4
House: Slytherin
Wand: Thirteen and ½ inches, Holly, with the heartstring of a Hebredian Black dragon in the core.
Classes: Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Charms, Muggle Studies, Divination, Potions, Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures, History of Magic
Description: At 5'7” and 142 lbs, Alex is very athletic-looking, though not overly muscular. Her skin has a slight tan to it, but not much of one (she's actually the first member of her family to manage a tan). Her blonde hair is cut very short and tends to be slightly spiky, though she tends to dye it now and then, usually to either black or a bright shade of red.
Personality: Alex Birchill thinks of herself as one of the UK's true hellions, even if she really isn't. She has a love of finding new ways to break rules and get away with it, and any chance she can get to get herself involved in a fistfight (as opposed to a proper duel, which she wouldn't be as enthusiastic for) she will take without a second thought. Outside of Hogwarts she's loud, boistrious, and quick to crack jokes about her friends at the drop of a hat. In Hogwarts, however, she tones herself down quite a bit and has a bit of a distaste for her fellow students, especially if they're not Slytherin.
(Brief) History: Alexandria is Muggle-born and proud of it, and despite the fact that she's going on her fourth year at Hogwarts she still feels rather out-of-place, though she tends to do acceptably in classes, especially in Defense Against the Dark Arts (where she likes to find ways to mess with the rotating line-up of teachers). She considers her Muggle friends, who she'd known for years prior to learning that she was a witch, to be her real friends, whereas the Slytherins she associates herself with are more like allies. She originally aspired to be a professional rugby player, but obviously things have changed for her.
(Obligatory) Other: Has a pet Spotted Hawk Owl named Piper (originally named Roddy until Alex learned that the owl was female). Her best subjects are DADA, Muggle Studies (of course), Divination (due to her innate ability to lie at the drop of a hat), and Charms. Due to her strength and notorious mean streak in terms of physical combat (dating back to the unfortunate fate of a particularly leery boy back when she was a first-year), she's shown interest in being a beater on the Slytherin quidditch team, but so far not much has come of it.

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Alex had been silent the entire evening since she entered Hogwarts. The most she had said was usually a couple of words at a time, frequently along the lines of a few dismissive answers to questions asked by first-years regarding the school before one of the more talkative Slytherins would finally interject. At one point a second-year claimed to have seen her crack a smile (durring the announcement of who would be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts this year), but all he got from Alex was a scowl in response.

Once the announcements and dinner had been taken care of, she immediately left the Slytherin table, storming towards the common room at a quick pace. However, she didn't leave alone.

“Alexandria, stop.”

If any other student in Hogwarts had made this demand she would have either ignored them or threatened to hurt them, but for Priscilla Hawthorne, Alex made an exception. A fourth-year Slytherin like herself, Priscilla was a pureblood who boasted many of the qualities Alex had none of; grace, class, and the skill of talking people into doing things they wouldn't normally do (as opposed to Alex's methods, such as beating someone up until they do what she wants) amongst them. Their one major similarity was a mutual fascination with acquiring whatever kind of power they could, which admittedly most Slytherins would have by definition, but with Alex and Priscilla it was practically an obsession. Despite this they considered each other to be a business partner rather than a friend (possibly due to Alex's refusal to HAVE friends at Hogwarts in the first place).

“You know the routine, Pris. It's the first day.” Alex said dully, to which Priscilla scoffed. “Yes, yes, you arrive at Hogwarts so you have to make a big show of missing the Muggle world. You've done this for the last three years. And then you enjoy the rest of the year. I mean, you must; you haven't dropped out yet, have you? And don't blame your parents for that either. Now you can either keep stewing or you can be useful; we've got a crop of new firsties to swindle, a new Dark Arts teacher to break, and besides, isn't this the year you're taking your rightful spot on the Quidditch team?”

Alexandria turned around “Well... I'm still not sure if I'm going to do Quidditch. Seems like a poor stand-in for rugby, but... swindling gullible first-years sounds good. Right. To the dungeon.”

By the time the two had gotten to their destination, though, Alex realized the flaw in their plan. “... we don't know the password, do we?” Priscilla frowned for a second. “Right you are. Well, I suppose we wait here, then, until one of the prefects shows up. I might as well discuss a concern of mine regarding whether or not taking bets on Quidditch games is too much of a conflict of interest, even for us, if you're on the team...”

Alexandria nodded disinterestedly as she leaned against the wall, letting Pris talk her head off as per usual. She almost smiled but caught herself just in time; for a school of magic, things never seemed to really change much at Hogwarts. At least, not for her anyway.

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Erm, yeah... first RP ever on this board so if I messed up, horribly sorry.

[Asilynne]

~~Aoife O'Reilly~~
Thou shalt not weep, when in the comp'ny of Castle Keep

The four of us continued up the stairs, a warm dimness surrounding us despite the fact the building was largly made of stone. Though I was tall for my age, the others were much taller than me, they were older too, and for the most part seemed to know what they were doing. Their familiarity with this place helped put me at ease and made me feel I was where I belonged even more. Rebecca reminded me of one of my big sisters at home, not Bree, for even though Bree WAS nice to me she was a bit pushy at times. She reminded me of Kate, always helping me climb trees at home and saving some pudding for me when the older ones tried to eat it all. I looked up at Rebecca and grinned at her. "Thanks fer helpin me Rebecca!" I said without fear or shyness. This was a nice place, it was good to see there were nice perople here too.

The common room for our house was up ahead, admist a hallway full of paintings. Just as I was feeling comfortable, my eye caught movement in the shadows. Stopping (and unwarily causing the two men behind me to almost plow into me) I peered into the shadows and saw that the movement was near one of the paintings....
Wait....
Not near.....IN?!
"Ay!!!!" I whirled around with wide eyes at Rebecca. "Theres a ghost IN the painting?!" She laughed and put her hands on her hips. "I guess no matter how brave the first years are, something still manages to surprise them. Theyre not ghosts, its magic."
The shock melting away to curiousity I went up and touched the painting, to a sharp retort from the man hunting inside. "Dont get your fingerprints on me, child...." Blushing I backed away, almost into the two men again. "I...Im sorry.....?" Wow, how confusing, I managed to offend a painting!
One of the men put a hand on my shoulder. "Dont worry, theyll get over it. Ive seen worse done to a painting." He smiled admid the paintings grunt of disapproval. I grinned. "Ok, lets go then." We continued on our way, finding that the door to the common room was already open, people had come before us. Walking in to the warm lit room, an air of comfort greeted us, comfy chairs were around and the light seemed to come from everywhere at once. You could almost feel the magic, or maybe that was just my excitement. Various other Gryffindors were lounging and chatting, some were practicing magic and others looked like they were falling asleep. I wanted to do something but I was so excited I didnt know what. It was only the first day and already I couldnt wait til classes started.
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Sorry if I RPed any characters wrong ^-^() Anyone in Gryffindor can come up and suggest something to do ^-~ Especially if its doing something against the rules by exploring the grounds LOL

[Outlaw JT]

Name: Marshall O'Leary
Age: 15
Gender: male
Year: 5th
House: Slytherin
Wand: Cherrywood, 11 inches, core of ground up basilisk scales (wand is a family heirloom), strong and sharp, perfect for dueling.
Classes: ancient runes, astronomy, care of magical creatures, charms, defense against the dark arts, history of magic, potions, and transfiguration
Description: Marshall is just a bit tall for his age at 6 feet and stands out a bit further with his bright and messy red hair. His eyes are a light but shiny blue. He has a moderate build, not really skinny but not at all on the plump side either. You might say he was strongly built though he refrains from showing off that fact unless someone is being particularly stubborn. He has the kind of firm voice that makes people listen.
Personality: He is strong willed, competitive, and determined but unlike many other Slytherins he is fair. By his view it's not really a competition, and hence not really a victory, if you cheat to win. He is very driven and overly defensive about his family. He is fair but he is not excessively patient. He can be provoked by someone who continually defends a position that has been proven wrong if they have been ordered to abandon it by a superior (superior meaning a head boy/girl or an instructor)
(Brief) History: The O'Leary's were once one of the wealthiest and most influential wizarding families in all of Ireland. Over time though, both their wealth and reputation faded. When it almost seemed their family had hit it's lowest (having to sell their ancestral manor to pay off debts) Voldemort rose to power. Seeking to regain some of their family honor and name, Marshall's greedy uncle pledged his support for the dark lord. The rest of the family did not but that hardly mattered to public opinion. So, Marshall grew up in shadow with his family being feared because of his uncle's allegiance to Voldemort. When Voldemort fell, and his uncle was sent to Azkaban, Marshall found that his family was shunned and ridiculed even though they had never supported Voldemort. Wanting to restore his family's name and standing he decided he wanted to become an auror, to stand against beings like Voldemort. Although he is very good at heart he is also very driven and ambitious for the sake of his family so when his first year came he was sorted into Slytherin. He has developed quite the reputation in his years at Hogwart's as being strict with those who would break rules but still being fair. Many students have learned that he is an alright fellow despite being in Slytherin but many more have learned it is unwise to cross him.
(Obligatory) Other: Marshall is a prefect and a beater for the Slytherin house quidditch team. He is also their newly appointed Captain as their last captain just graduated the previous year. He excells at Defense Against the Dark Arts, Potions, and Charms but is only an average student in his other classes, performing only well enough to get through them without raising the instructor's notice. He has a female great horned owl named Valkyrie.
Other Other: Oh yeah..... he's Irish and sometimes it shows.

Marshall O'Leary

It had been a very long and yet a very pleasant day. It had started travelling by broom halfway across Ireland. It had been an extraordinarily wonderful flight. Valkyrie flew alongside partway and Marshall enjoyed watching a flock of birds most of the part before Valkyrie showed up and scared them all into a lower altitude. After the broom trip he had to travel by Floo Network all the way to Diagon Alley with his trunk in tow. It wasn't the most comfortable experience and he had dropped the trunk on his foot on the other side but he didn't hesitate long enough to pay much attention to his throbbing foot. He had arrived in Diagon Alley a mere three hours before the Hogwart's train was to arrive and he had all of his school shopping to do. Unfortunately his familh had just by the end of summer raised enough funds for him to buy all his supplies. Money was fairly tight as no one was willing to hire an O'Leary in the wizarding world anymore, much thanks to his hated uncle.

Shopping at Diagon Alley had gone quite favorably well. He had caught a huge break on his new robes at Madam Malkin's as she had recieved a surplus of material by accident and was holding a one day sale. He promptly cashed in on his fortune by purchasing a new book on counter-curses and hexes that looked rather promising while he was buying his second hand school texts. Having bought them second hand instead of new he was left with enough money to actually enjoy a visit or two to Hogsmeade this year. He hadn't had the fortune of having his own money during previous visits.

His good day continued on the train. He hadn't known quite what to expect from his first Prefect meeting on the train but he quite enjoyed all of it. Of course, he already performed some of the prefect duties anyway, trying to keep the troublemakers of his house in order. Now he could do it with authority. Upon patrolling the train he had recieved a number of congrats from housemates, not only on his new status as Prefect but also on the Quidditch Captain's badge that stood out brightly on his robes. He couldn't wait till he could hold try outs and start building his team.

Likewise the welcome dinner had been especially kind to him. Many of his favorite dished managed to materialize right in front of him all night and he had stuffed himself silly all throughout the evening. The evening speeches didn't bring any news to him although he was mildly upset by the announcement of yet another DADA teacher. He had rather liked the last one as they had a very forward and aggressive teaching method. He hoped this new teacher would be just as challenging on her students though he somehow doubted it from her appearance.

As the meal concluded and Dumbledore urged everyone to shuffle off to bed Marshall stood and made for the exit, eager to perform his first duty as Prefect. He waited till most of the Slytherin table was marching in his direction then he took a deep breath and started waving everyone towards him.

"First year's follow me!" he spoke loud enough for most of Slytherin to hear him.

He waited until a notable group of very small Slytherin's had gathered next to him and then he started to lead them towards the Slytherin common room. Every turn they took he slowed a step to take a mental count, making sure not to lose any of the dimnuitive students. He could swear they were getting smaller every year.

Once his task was done and all of the first years had safely entered the common room he slid into a chair in the corner with the remnants of last year's team. It had been a wonderfully long day but somehow had also been a great one. His mind drifted a little as he talked with his Quidditch mates but Trish's mention of NEWT's dragged his mind back to the front. He had OWLs this year and it was a very important thing as he needed a certain number if he was to become an Auror. Just as Trish vanished from sight he also remembered he hadn't asked her how she'd done on hers. He would have to remember that at breakfast tomorrow.

"Right then. Guess I'll make a quick round, make sure no one slipped behind without the password. See you all in the mornin'," Marshall said as he pushed himself up form the rather comfy chair.

He crossed the common room and went down the short hall to the exit into the dungeons. As the door opened he found himself not at all surprised but a bit disappointed. The passage opened to two girls he knew very much of, Alexandria Birchill and her friend Priscilla. They were quite the troublemakers and now that he was a Prefect he somehow thought he would have to keep a very close eye on them.

"Stragglers, aye?" he said, a disapproving frown on his face. "You shouldn't fall so far behind, not knowin' the password an all. I don't want the pair of ye caught out after hours. The passwords 'Resurgam', now get goin inside."

They quickly and quietly slid past him but he felt quite sure they shot him a dirty look behind his back. Just as quickly he put it out of his mind, though and set out to walk a quick round before returning to go to bed. He wanted to make absolutely sure no one got locked out of the Slytherin chambers his first night as a Prefect.

[Vulpix.ck87]

Name: Arioch Cooper [A-Rye-Ock]
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Year: 6th
House: Gryffindor
Wand: Hornbeam, 8 inches with a dragon heartstring for a core. It’s a complete mess by his sixth year due to his lack of care for it, but the scuffed wand performs perfectly well.
Classes: Transfiguration, Charms, Care of magical creatures, Defence against the dark arts, Potions.
Description: Luckily for us he doesn’t sport one of those bouffanty haircuts that were popular in the eighties -_- His straggly dark brown hair often falls into his eyes, and he’s constantly sweeping it back due to this. It’s about 3 inches long, shorter at the back and sides, and tousled in general. His smooth peace-white skin contrasts nicely with his large, deep-brown eyes, which are often wide open in a perpetual state of amiable curiosity. His strong jaw, slightly crooked nose and high cheekbones give him a slightly roguish look which his scrawny build and attraction to dirt only adds to. Compared to the rest of the boys in his year he’s pretty short, no taller than 5’6, but he doesn't mind so much.
Personality: He has a reckless daring born of his Gryffindor style nerves, his instinctive curiosity and his natural liking for adventure. His half brained schemes often put all limbs and major organs at risk, but aren’t usually without good cause. Other than that he’s pretty laidback and casual, not exactly what you’d call a hard worker, but he always manages to cram enough into his head to get the grades he needs by the end of each year. He's a friendly approachable guy, though he might jinx you once or twice at random out of absent-mindedness..

He definitely inherited some magical potential from his father, as he is often extremely apt at performing charms, curses and spells with skill and ease, when taught how. The problem is, he’s usually forgotten all the important stuff by the next class(and his lesson notes aren’t much to go by), and he doesn’t make that much of an effort to commit it to memory anyway. His head is instead filled with random jinxes, curses, and various other things he deems necessary. He has an extremely laid back attitude in class, preferring to distract his friends most of the time, or to transfigure random objects instead of working(if ever a badger goes scurrying across the classroom floor, you can blame Ari, who has quite a talent for transfiguring his trainers into the small black and white creatures..). Transfiguration is certainly his area of expertise.
(Brief) History: His father was an auror who once worked alongside San Ylldier’s father, Roan. But Devlin Cooper was killed by Death Eaters the year before Voldemort’s downfall, leaving his muggle wife to care for his two children alone. Arioch, his mum and his little brother, Tobias, 7, live in a small village in the middle of England’s countryside. They pretty much have to cope for themselves, having no wizarding relatives. The few muggle relations they have don’t seem to like the small wizardy children all that much, so that’s out of the window too..

Since Arioch was 10 when his father died he knows all about his magical blood and heritage, though now that he just lives with his muggle mother he can get a little out of touch with the wizarding world sometimes.
(Obligatory) Other: He has a long eared owl named Ripley, an owl who originally belonged to his mother and whom he dislikes quite a lot. The feeling is definitely mutual as Ripley, instead of being a lovable pet, spends most of his time fixing Arioch with his scrutinising glare, as if making sure he’s on his best behaviour (Ripley clearly spent too much time with his mother). He used to have a pet duck whom he much preferred to Ripley, but since the duck mysteriously disappeared in his 3rd year only Ripley remains, which the young Arioch was quite upset about as you can imagine. No-one really knows where the duck went, but Arioch certainly has his suspicions about the Giant Squid eating it..

Arioch Cooper, M, Gryffindor 6th Year

“Heeere kitty kitty..” Arioch muttered, down on his knees beside the four poster bed and peering cautiously underneath. “Just give me my wand back and no-one gets hurt..” He reached gingerly under the bed, to a place from where a pair of maliciously luminous eyes glared at him through the darkness, filled with reproach. Closer, closer, just pry the wand from the little git.. As if hearing his thoughts, a furry bat lined with razor like claws reached out and hooked him on cue.

“Mwaargh!!” Arioch groaned, stuffing a sliced finger into his mouth and hissing back at the hideous beast, who he knew was smirking at him from under his bed “You little so- What do you want with a wand anyway??!” Grumbling and cursing Arioch straightened up and headed over to the large travelling trunk at the foot of his bed and flung it open violently. After hastily tossing a few neatly folded robes aside and allowing a heavy stone cauldron to skitter across the perfectly polished floorboards, he unearthed the long slender handle of his broomstick, a Cleansweep 2, the very latest model.. He looked at it proudly, thinking of the noble object in his hands, the object that wasn’t just excellent for flying but also..

He jabbed the creature under the bed with the pole end of the broom with one sharp poke, and it bolted out and up onto the top of the only other four poster bed in the room, a satisfyingly large portion of it’s fur stuck up in the wrong direction. Arioch grinned triumphantly, having retrieved his wand from the loathsome beast.

“That’ll show you,” He told the sulking cat, well aware that he was talking to animals and not quite realising that it wasn’t a normal thing to do. “Now maybe I’ll hex you a little..”

But Arioch never actually got the chance to perform one of his favourite choice spells, as at that moment the sixth year dormitory door swung open, and a tall, whispy haired boy stepped into the room. He halted at the sight of Arioch, who appeared to be pointing a wand right at his chest. Arioch grinned sheepishly and lowered the wand.

“I was wondering who that belonged to,” He said, though in a friendly tone. The boy blinked, looked at the cat surprised, and then back at Arioch.

“Who, Fenrir? Has he been causing trouble?” The boy pondered, smiling slightly. Arioch paused for a moment, wiping kitty saliva off of his wand, which emitted a few small sparks. He realised that the tale wouldn’t be much of a credit to him, seeing as how the cat had had the better hand for most of the fight.

“Ah, well..” He looked shifty for a moment, then stood up and held out his hand. “Arioch Cooper.”

“Rywen Oro,” The new Gryffindor replied, grinning and shaking Arioch’s hand roughly. He had some what of a thick accent and an otherwise subtle foreignness about him, and it only made Arioch smile even more.

“There was I thinking I was going to be left all alone with the Gryffindor girls this year, too,” he said laughing. “Damn, I’ve got competition now. You’re bloody taller than me too.” Rywen chuckled, and turned towards his bed.

“Not exactly hard, that,” He sniggered, and Arioch resisted the urge to jinx him. Yes, most people were taller than him, and it wasn’t like he was particularly sensitive about it, although.. Maybe in the morning..

“Quiet you,” Arioch mock scowled at him, then sighed. “San was taller than me too.” At Rywen’s questioning look, “He left last year, I guess you’re kind of his replacement. Shame you had to bring that burdensome beast with you.” As if he knew exactly what was being insinuated about him, Fenrir chose that moment to slink down from the bed and wind himself into Rywen’s lap, purring like he was all sunshine and hugs.

“You don’t like him?” Rywen asked, kneading the cat’s head with his knuckles. Fenrir looked at Arioch smugly and rumbled even louder as Arioch climbed into his four poster.

“As long as you introduce him to my owl, I’m sure we’ll get along just fine.”

[Mewtwo-D2]

The first day of actual lessons is Tuesday, September 2nd. Classes are broken up for Tuesday mornings as following:

5th year Slytherins and Gryffindors are in Charms
6th years are in Potions
1st years are in Flying
4th year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws are in DADA
2nd Gryffindors and Ravenclaws are in Herbology
7th years are in Transfiguration
3rd year Ravenclaws and Gryffindors are in Divination
4th year Slytherins and Gryffindors are in Care of Magical Creatures

I hope I didn't miss anyone. I'll send you all your own personalized schedules later, but as college just started, it's been a bit hectic.

Galatia Astraen, 4th year Ravenclaw
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The first thing I noticed about Professor Felix's classroom was the it seemed to be moving. Large pictures of Felix and an unknown wizard posing with various dead or Stunned monsters were interspersed with moving and unmoving artist's depictions of the monsters. In the front of the class, there was a particularly large picture of the wizard holding up the paw of a dead manticore, flanked by artists depictions. I moved in for a closer look and nearly gasped when I saw the wizard's face clearly. He had probably been rather handsome at some point, but four huge scars disfigured his face, the largest bisecting his face straight through his left eye. His remaining eye was a bright, clear light brown under a black brow arched with amusement. He pointed to each of the manticore's claws, then gestured at his own pattern of scars.
"That's my husband," a cheerful sounding voice said from behind me. I nearly jumped- I hadn't noticed anyone close to me. I turned around to see Professor Felix, looking more than ever like an overgrown Cocker Spaniel in robes of the same golden color as her hair.
"You'd best get to your seat," she said, giving me a nudge.
I sat down in the second row, still gazing at the picture as Felix's image joined her husband and handed him a bottle of bright green potion, leaving the picture again after giving him a fond pat on his more whole right cheek.
Felix went to stand behind her desk, smiling out at everyone. I had the sudden vision of her with a madly wagging tail.
"Welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts. For any of you who were dozing through start-of-term announcements, I am Professor L.V. Felix. This may well be one of the most important classes you take, though the same can be said of most classes, considering you all are on the brink of your O.W.L. year. How you do in this class can affect what sort of jobs you can apply for later in your life. I urge you to start putting serious thought into your careers now, rather than waiting until O.W.L. year. For example, besides Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, I'm a fully qualified Healer. That's actually what brings me to the job," she smiled around the room, as if asking for permission to go on. Not hearing any objections, she moved around to the front of her desk and the large picture of the man with the manticore.
"This is my husband, Oliver Felix. He wroks for the Ministry of Magic in their Dangerous Creatures department. He was sent to India to study Dark Creatures and I was one of two Healers assigned to the expedition. Soon after we arrived in India, we heard our host village was having problems with a manticore," she waved her wand at on of the artist's depictions on her desk and it let out a roar like a trumpet. I noticed several other students besides me had jumped.
"Oliver found the manticore first, or rather, it found him. He was wearing body armor that deflected the manticore's spikes." Here the wizard lifted the tail to show off the bony, protuding spikes. "But he was not fast enough to escape it's claws. Luckily, the rest of the team was nearby and was able to subdue the manticore before it had done much more than scratch his face. Now, to give you a better picture of a manticore," she rolled up her sleeves and shouted 'Expecto Patronum'. A huge silver manticore erupted from the end of her wand and galloped the room before returning to her.
"This will disappear in a moment, so I want you to look at it carefully. Notice how neatly the teeth fit together. There are three rows, top and bottom. Never go hunting manticores alone, because if the tail doesn't get you, the teeth probably will."
The silver manticore rubbed itself against Felix's hand gently before loping off at a surprising speed.
"They are quite fast, manticores. Usually that's the last thought to register. Any questions so far?"
Tentatively, I put my hand in the air.
"Yes?" she said politely.
"Um.. Professor, why is your Patronus a manticore if it's such a dangerous Dark creature?"
She smiled cheerfully. "If it weren't for a manticore, I never would have gotten to know my husband. Now, take out your books and turn to page 50."

[Chris Watarimono]

Fwahaha! Let's rock!

[color=yellow]Name: Alvin Averant
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Year: 6th
House: Hufflepuff
Wand: Oak, 12 Inches, hair of a hippogriff. Solid for all-around purposes

Classes:
-Defense Against the Dark Arts
-Charms
-Transfiguration
-Potions
-Herbology
-Arithmancy

Description: He stands at 5'9", which is somewhat average for his age. His skin is on the darker side; although its no means tanned, Alvin's skin is just naturally on a darker hue. He also has a pair of dark brown eyes that are very deep and expressive, as if they were able to communicate its bearer’s feelings as their own. Furthermore, Alvin has dark almond-colored hair that leans somewhat to dirty blonde. It is clean cut on the sides, although it grows out somewhat from the top, yet not excessive wild or messy. His body itself is medium in build, with some evidence of muscle here and there to show that he's healthy.

Personality: Alvin is good-natured person, and is friendly to all sorts of people, no matter what kind of background they may hail from - Half-bloods, Muggle-borns, and even strict Pure-bloods. Although he is kind, he is also highly driven to excel to the best of his talents, gives no leeway, and feels that anyone can make it if they put enough hard work into their skills. Many see Alvin as a kind of role-model and adore his character, especially for the younger students, while some of the more stubborn and jealous students scorn him, especially from the Slytherins. As a result of his reputation however, very few see Alvin as an equal or a peer, and he is therefore lonely much of the time. It's also to say that much of his rivals and enemies seem to glaringly point out the ruined state of the Averant family (see below).

(Brief) History: Alvin is the only child in the Averant family, who are a group of wealthy wizarding entrepreneurs in the business of trading of foreign goods all across the globe. The Averants are pure-blooded wizards, yet are neutral between the affairs between the pure-blood fanatics and the blood traitors, even with the conflict against Lord Voldemort which forced people to take sides. Unlike other wizards who saw the time period of wizarding chaos against the Dark Lord a traumatizing affair, the Averants saw this as their rise to power, as a market for self-defense products and goods was in high demand, including imports, as wizards everywhere were desperate to get their hands on anything that would be a boon for their survival. Although thier business fell somewhat since the market for foreign defense amulets and other such related devices fell accordingly, they still remained to be one of the most wealthy families in the wizarding world. However, this would also bring them closer to their enemies...

...One night when Alvin and his family were coming home after Alvin's 3rd year, they were attacked by a mysterious assailant. Evan Averant, Alvin's father, was wounded, if only slightly, from the attack, but the injury was so insignificant that it was barely noticable. The wizarding authorities were unable to point to any supsects at that time, and after being hassled by Voldemort several years back, they were just worn out to bother to follow up with their investigations. For a while, nothing of significance occured. Their business was as strong as usual, and family affairs were relatively peaceful. That was until one night when Evan became a werewolf and brutally went on a rampage, destroying much of their home. Madeline Averant, Alvin's mother tried to at least save her husband by some means necessary, but she was mercilessly slaughtered as Alvin watched in horror, safely protected from the werewolf's detection. When Evan reverted back to his human form, he was unable to come to grips with his existance, and became insane afterward. Evan was detained by wizarding authories and was tried on charges of manslaughter and property damage. Although the Wizengamot council tried him as not guilty, news began to spread around of the incident at the Averant's residence, including rumors of Evan's existance as a werewolf.

Right afterwards, the Averant's business began to decline rapidly until Evan was thrown out of business. Unable to pay for his bills, he was forced to sell his home and rent a small apartment in Manchester. Evan was forced to take odd jobs everywhere, which was difficult due to his werewolf status. Alvin helped out as well by taking part in full time jobs during his summer to help pay off the rent. Even then, the Averants were still on the verge of poverty. Despite these hardships, Alvin excelled at all his studies and challenges at Hogwarts, managed to score 9 OWLs with at least 'Exceed Expectations', and continues to become a well-liked and well-respected figure in his Hufflepuff house as well all throughout Hogwarts. He hopes to become an Auror, hoping to seek out this assailant and bring him to justice.

(Obligatory) Other: Alvin and Professor Sprout met during his 4th year, wanting to give him a Prefect position at Hogwarts for his 5th year coming up, yet Alvin turned down the offer. He has a minute owl named Sherbert, which changes color when he gets excitied. Alvin himself was unsure how that occured, although one time he was testing his wand in the Hogwarts Express one time and it a stream of light accidently struck Sherbert. To this day, it is unsure on how to lift the enchantment, since he's not sure what actually happened. He doesn't mind the change though...except the fact it's...unusual. Finally, Alvin is a resonably good flyer and is currently Chaser for the Hufflepuff Qudditch team. His broom is a Cleansweep 6. He got it before the business crash at his 2nd Year, so his parents were able to afford it then.

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Alvin Averant - 6th Year Hufflepuff

Ah yes...another day...another year...

A wise man told me one day to always 'gotta sieze the day'. Yeah, I guess he's right. After all...ever since that incident that took place...I'm not sure how long...I think it was about three to four years ago...

...oh, I'm sorry. I haven't introduced myself yet. I am Alvin Averant. I'm a 6th Year Hufflepuff student who enrolls at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. I'm sure some wizards would have heard about the Averant name before...but that's past history. The only vestiges that remain from the past are my deep pentrating eyes and my chesnut-colored hair that were distinguishing signs from happier times. But anyway...

As I streched out of my tranquil four poster, I opened my eyes only to see the rest of my fellow students out of bed while the dazzling sunlight splashes over me. Seems like already they're down for breakfast. No matter, since I'm naturally a late riser anyway.

I cleaned and washed myself in my room's bath, lavashing myself with its intoxicating fumes and humidity. It's was a very long time since I've felt this good while bathing. Well, I'm not sure anyone would consider two months a grand stretch of time, but it's been rough and miserable all the same.

After I showered, I changed into my school robes and set my bed. This robe set this year was quite shoddy - there's a gaping hole right below my left armpit and the edges of the robe were slightly torn. It was also somewhat a size slightly too small. Still, what could I do? Everything else in the selection would either be twelves sizes too huge, too tight for the work of a Shrinking Charm, or mangled so badly that I'd expect a Manticore must've had a field day with them.

After I changed, I head down to the Great Hall, ready to feast myself to a hearty dosing of breakfast.

As I entered the common room, it seemed quite vacant. Odd. Maybe everyone decided to rise early and take advantage of the day by the minute? Nevertheless, I made my way up out of the Hufflepuff House and up from a giant painting of a bowl of fruit. After a brisk walk of about a minute, I made my way to the Great Hall. It was as noisy as ever, but there wasn't a single soul from my year, not even from other Houses. This scenario still didn't seem right...

"'Averant? Averant! Did you just get in here now?'"

It was a flustered Professor Sprout. She seemed to be huffing somewhat and some drops of sweat were visible from her brow. She must have ran here, no doubt.

"Professor, what seems to be the matter?"

"'You don't seem to know? You're late! Everyone's got their schedules and are off to class already! I didn't know when you would be coming or not, so I didn't know what to do! You had me running back and forth from the greenhouses and back!'"

My throat went dry for a second. Classes started now? Just yesterday we all returned to Hogwarts! How could I have been dozing off all this time? But...it's still been too long...

"'I have your schedule for your classes, so if you hurry up, you might just-'"

Knowing what to do immediately, I hastily snatched my scheldule and darted out of the Great Hall

"'Wait! Averant! You should-'"

"Don't worry! I'll be fine, Professor!"

I didn't care. I had to get to class on time by any means necessary. I couldn't afford to blemish my career path by making slipshod errors like this. I glimpsed down upon my schedule as I almost stumbled into a group of First Years. Perfect. I'm just nearby. If I can brisk down there in time, then I'd would-

"'20 Points from Hufflepuff.'"

I stopped dead in my tracks. In front of me was the cold, forbidding figure of Severus Snape, Potions master extrodinare, a cunning fellow who favors his own students while penalizing others, frail and well-known ones in general. His coursework was no less partisan either.

"'I said, 20 Points from Hufflepuff Averant. If you continue to stand in my doorway, I'll increase that to 50! Now, GO!'"

As was I in the middle of my musings, I was almost shoved into the Potions classroom, which was as dark and brooding as the professor himself. I hastily made my way to the closest empty chair, which was somewhat to the far right end of the room.

But even more importantly...I've already started losing points before earning anything! And being late on the first day! Some way to start your year, huh?

[Chris 2.1]

Raven Zunissi
6th year Slytherin Prefect

I stumbled into the Great Hall that morning. Tired from the lack of sleep that night, I felt stiff as a board. I walked into the hall, sitting down next to Zane, a friend of mine. Zane had striking athletic features and was a popular Slytherin 6th Year.

"Where were you?" he asked in his sly, merry voice. "Didn't see you last night."

"I didn't know the password," I muttered. "I forgot to get it off Snape."

And, as if on cue, the Potions Master glided over to me from the staff table. Severus Snape was loathed by many of the other houses (and staff) as he was very bias towards his house. None of us complained, for he hardly ever docked points from us.

"You forgot to come and see me about the password," he hissed into my ear. I nodded. "It is Resurgam. Do not forget it. Mr O'Leary didn't."

And with that, he slipped away.

"You know who else I didn't see?" Zane said in his big voice, as if the run-in with Snape had never happened. "Swaithson. Honestly, what is it with us and getting locked out?"

I recalled seeing Sam Swaithson, a fellow Slytherin 6th Year, walking in the grounds last night.

"I saw him," I mentioned. "I didn't hear from him much over summer...maybe he's got problems at home."

Ironically, as I said so, a fleeting glimpse of my mother crossed my mind. Her face...and my Father, watching sternly albeit apprehensively as I boarded the train. Mother gripping the pendant around her neck, clutching it for some form of mental support while my Father turned to leave before I'd even left the station. The memory flashed in my mind aggressively.

After recieving our timetables, we saw our first lesson was Potions. I hitched my bag up and wandered down the Great Hall towards my lesson, wondering what it would hold for me.

[Green Lanturn]

Rebecca DeMauro~3rd Year~Gryffindor
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I had a great time chatting with our little group of four. It was nice to talk to Rywen again. Although, I was a bit tacken aback when Aoife reacted to the moving pictures the way she did. Further explanation and it was revealed she was muggle-born. I found it amusing afterwards, but I was still happy to explain it to her at the time. It kind of brought back memories of my first year.

We spoke in the common room for a bit, everyone in gryffindor was happily buzzed about the next day's activites. Aoife thanked me for my aid in the day, I told her I was happy to help.

After about 30 minutes of hanging around, I figured I might as well go up to the dormitories, as I was tired, and I knew the next day would be full of excitement. I was supposed to be starting new subjects this year, and that really interested me. I waved good-night to Aoife, Rywen, and Kalad and climbed up the stairs.

I felt extremly happy to see my bed there, with my trunk sitting beside it. I seemed to be the only one in the room, but I realized another girl was already sleeping. Bah, overachievers, they always have to get an early start in the morning.

Sleep came quite easily. I dont know, maybe I wasnt as excited as I made myself out to be.

When the morning came, I was refreshed and ready to go.

I met Aoife down in the common room, and together, we proceeded down to breakfast in the great hall. It was about this time that the mail arrived. This also seemed to frighten Aoife, as she wasnt used to owls flying everywhere.

I told her that this was how we got the mail everyday, like when you got your letter for school. An owl landed in front of me delivering the Daily Prophet. There wasnt much to look at.

Then came schedules. Professor McGonagall walked down the table handing schedules to each student. I looked at mine and saw that I was to have Divination first. "Fascinating, a new subject. I can wait to see what this subject will be like, and how the teacher will be."

"Divination, is that like fortune telling?" Aiofe asked.

"Yes, I believe it is."

"Cool."

"So, what do you have as your first lesson?"

"Ah...well...Flying."

"Ah good, Madam Hooch is an excellent instructor, I think you will enjoy her."

Once breakfast was over, we said our good-bye's and parted for classes, myself to the topmost floor.

I climbed up a silver ladder through a trapfdoor in the ceiling. The room was very warm and dark. The curtains were drawn, and a large fire boomed in the center. Lots of little round tables sat around the main chair(which I assumed belonged to the teacher). I took a chair near a window in the front of the classroom.

Several more students filed in, more gryffindor's of my year, and some ravenclaw's as well.

After all had filed in, theroom was abuzz.

"Good morning!" said a dreamy voice from nowhere that made everyone jump.

A somewhat thin lady with millions of beads and shawls. My first impression of her was "oh god."

[Drusilla]

Trish Morgan- 6th Year- Slytherin Prefect

"Goddess bless..." Trish murmured under her breath as she glanced at her schedule. All sixth-years were in potions first thing in the morning. Not her favorite group of people by any means... then again, she didn't really have a favorite group of people, except for perhaps the Quidditch team. Isis was hanging out of her shirt front and helping herself to Trish’s breakfast; this earned some strange looks from some firsties, but everyone else was used to it, even if they didn't approve.

"Trish, I forgot to ask you, how did you do on your O.W.L.s?" Marshall sat down across the table from her.

She made a non-commental grunt and thrust her hand into a pocket to fish out her score sheet, which she handed to him. She had had strange dreams and was very tired, even though she had probably gotten more sleep than anyone else at the table. Marshall looked at her scores and handed the parchment back.

“Nice,” was all he said. Trish personally didn’t think that this was entirely an appropriate comment, considering ten Outstandings and one Exceeds Expectations (in History of Magic, her least favorite class), but didn’t bother to say anything. She figured that he would have other questions later but knew better than to be too inquisitive under the circumstances.

Trish finished off her breakfast and stood, ignoring the squeak of protest from Isis, who grabbed one last bit of bread. “Need to get my Potions things…” she muttered to no one in particular as she dragged herself from the Great Hall.

She quickly gathered her things from her dorm and returned to the common room where she crossed paths with Raven, another Slytherin 6th year and prefect.

“Potions,” Trish murmured and yawned. "Oh, bitte. How's life, Raven?"

[Green Lanturn]

OOC: Could we please get some posts in here, otherwise this would be just another RPG doomed for failure because everyone who signed up(a massive number of people in this certain RPG) doesnt post as often as they should.

I dont really care to see this rpg die.

~GL

[Chris 2.1]

I was going to post the other day but decided to hold back - I'm still a bit new at this and didn't know exactly how the lessons would work (and being the first, didn't know exactly what to do for the subject :0/). So I thought someone who might have been in a Haryr Potter RPG may be a bit more suited to set the sceen for a potions lesson. That's all.

Other than that, I'm enjoying it so far.

[Magmar]

I'm waiting for my schedule.

[Mewtwo-D2]

OOC: I am so sorry everyone. I just started a new job managing at Spirit Halloween stores, and between that and school, I've been working almost non-stop. Anyway, here's one of the lessons I promised. I'll get to work on the schedules, they should be done today.




Defense Against the Dark Arts, 4th year Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. Professor L.V. Felix presiding. Lesson subject: Manticores.
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"Now, manticores are one of the world's most dangerous dark creatures. They live primarily in Southeast Asia, though it is believed they originated in Greece. The highest concentration of manticores is in India. They are also called 'Manticora' and 'Martichora', the latter name being the one mentioned by Aristotle. He describes it as:
[It] had three rows of teeth in each jaw; it is as large and rough as a lion, and has similar feet, but its ears and face are like those of a man; its eye is grey, and its body red; it has a tail like a land scorpion, in which there is a sting; it darts forth the spines with which it is covered, instead of hair, and it utters a noise resembling the united sound of a pipe and a trumpet; it is not less swift of foot than a stag, and is wild, and devours men.
"They are quite fearsome creatures, and the spines in it's tail are incredibly poisonous. Again, never go out hunting manticores by yourself. They are highly resistant to most charms, much like dragons in that sense. The manticore study group I was in consisted of seven fully trained witches and wizards- two Healers, four from the Department for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures, and one Unspeakable. For those who don't know, Unspeakables work in the Department of Mysteries. She was a strange lady, kept very much to herself the whole time. No idea really what she was doing there.... Anyway, even with all of us, the manticore still managed to do some damage to our party, as you can see. Currently, the body is on exhibit in the Twonk Memorial Museum of Edinburgh. Maybe I can organize a feild trip to the museum for some of the older students. It has the largest collection of Dark Creature bodies in the world. Anyway, manticores are intelligent creatures and capable of speech, but as they are excessively violent, are not classified as beings."