~*The Fury and the Nocturne*~ Hogwarts after OotP... Commence!

[Shadow Djinn]

Zane&Luna-1st person in Zane

Once again. The Hogwarts express. My 5th year approaches as my sister enters the 3rd, which for me was hell. At least theUmbridge woman was gone. She couldn't even teach. Frost nuzzled my foot, noting he was hungry. I looked up to see the food cart, and paid for a bite to eat. The train slowly skated to a stop, the wheels grinding.
" Oh joy. Another year" I muttered softly. The threstals appeared, driving the coaches.
" Let's hope this one will be actually good." I said critically..


Luna


3rd year. In a way, I liked it. In a way, I hated it. More of Serveus Snape, and now Divination with that hag, Trelawny. The Charms teacher had changed, so the pipsqueak Flitwick wouldnt be there. I smirked, polishing up my wand. The train grined to a stop, and everyone rose, including me.
" Hogwarts, we meet again." I Muttered.

~Shadow

[DarkBlastoise]

~-~ Morbrid - 6th Year Slytherin ~-~

Damn them...I thought to myself as I entered the Hall, damn them all to hell in a hand basket for all I care...

Furios, I nearly trampled a short second year, and moved on to my table,

I always sat in the back, where no one else sat besides the Bloody Baron, but that old croon barely took notice of me after 3 or 4 years of rambunchous stories that I did not even flinch listening to...

Then soon enough he shyed away from me, and thank God he did, but my thoughts soon changed as i glanced at the Teacher's Table to see who was sitting...

Dumbledore, Sinistra, McGonagall, and Snape as usual, but the new Care of the Magical Creatures teacher seemed vaguely familliar to me, as if I had seen her in someone's face before...

Just as I had finished that thought, Dumbledore stood up, and cleared his throat...

EDIT: hehe, im such a moron ^_^;;;;

[Ginger Cat]

Eh, just a by the way thingie, Blastoise... Flitwick's gone. And I don't know if you were referring to Karie or Lorelei, but Ms. malfoy's the new Care of Magical Creatures, and Karie is the Defense teacher...
*shrug*
Whoo, opening cemeonry thing.

Severus Snape ~ Potions Master ~ Head of Slytherin
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We had been introduced to the new teachers; quite an assortment, really. It had been quite a year for turnover, it seemed. They sat around the tables at various places. Some new faces, yes, but what did that matter? As I’d said, new teachers came and went. I could only hope that nothing got… Out of hand.

The students were now seated at the tables, their faces watching eagerly as the Headmaster stood to address them. Already, the first years had been sorted. Later I would need to give some sort of greeting to the first years in my own house. It wasn’t the most pleasant of tasks but, ah well. After all, they were only in their first year, and it was their first day here. They were nervous, and soon they would learn the ways that had been set up through the school.

The Headmaster cleared his throat, then spoke. “I would like to welcome all of you to the beginning of a new year at Hogwarts!” There was a chorus of general cheering and applause at this. Several of my colleagues joined in the applause; I chose to abstain from this.

“Yes, yes, it is good to be back,” the Headmaster smiled, the smile that the students all seemed to fall into. Ah, but they didn’t know what this man could become, how he could manipulate the actions of others so very easily and without care. But then, who was I, Severus Snape, to judge on that matter?

I watched the students as they settled down, scanning their faces. Yes, this was nearly the same group as it had been. Same students, which meant that certain students had returned. Certain students, including my ever-favorite, Mister Potter. After the previous year’s escapades… Ah, he knew entirely too much. It was truly a shock that Dumbledore allowed the children to know as much as he did. Then again, was it really? He had always had his own ways, after all.

What did these children know? Perhaps some knew quite a lot… Though I didn’t much agree with allowing them information from the Order--what good could that do, really--I knew better than to underestimate them. The students here could be much more intelligent than they appeared in class. Not that it was entirely my business.

And ah, a lovely question. What did they guess? What did their ever-complaining parents guess? What would happen when certain information was… revealed? I couldn’t know who would reveal it, but it seemed inevitable that something would be found out. That perhaps any cover would be destroyed. Either the Death Eaters would find out, or the Ministry would find out. It was rather an interesting question… Who would be more violent when it was discovered?

Pain. I had learned quite a lot about pain over the years, and had recently been given a new lesson. In fact, it’d only been a little over a year ago when I’d been “reprimanded” for my “apparent desertion” of the Death Eaters. That was something better left without being thought of at the table.

I brought my mind back to the table, listening as Dumbledore continued onward with his speech. “I should like to congratulate all of the first years, and hope that they will be welcomed warmly to their houses.” There was more applause at this, and many first years were clapped on the backs by their classmates--most of these first years seemed to be rather shy about all of this, though a few stood out as the ones who were ready for the school. “I would also like to congratulate those prefects who have been chosen, as well as the new Head Boy and Head Girl.”

More speech. This would be a rather cheery speech; the deaths of recent times would not be mentioned. Gods forbid that Hogwarts be stained by thoughts of murder. “I would now like to introduce the new teachers.” he motioned to each, who stood when mentioned. “Our new Charms teacher, Professor Ryu Hayabusa.”

There was applause as he stood, bowing slightly, than sat at his place again. Strange to have Flitwick gone, though not necessarily a bad point. He had gone of somewhere for a “vacation” he’d said… Vacation indeed. He wouldn’t be coming back once he saw the freedom of being out of the school. His replacement gave off a vibe that didn’t go over well the majority of the staff. Personally, I would hold any sort of thoughts on this one and his loyalties until I’d heard more of him, and perhaps even then I wouldn’t judge much on it. Again, it wasn’t my place to do so, and who could truly be trusted?

“Our newest Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Karie Velya.” There was applause for her, along with several awed gasps at the sight of her wings. She was indeed a fairly interesting one in many ways. I’d not spoken much with her yet, but she had been civil, which was a rarity among the new teachers toward me. Mmm, perhaps I’m simply repellent. No doubt I am. Behind this teacher, as with all others, there was a story; what was hers? From what I’d seen, it was perhaps interesting. Then again, perhaps there was nothing to it.

“The new Care of Magical Creatures teacher, Professor Lorelei Malfoy.” There was silence, and then applause. Many glances were thrown to her dearest nephew, Draco, who didn’t seem to be paying much attention at all. Ms. Malfoy smiled at the group, nodding to acknowledge them, then shouted a hello before sitting back down. Luckily, I didn’t have to look at her while I was at the table; if I looked ahead, I didn’t have to look at any of the other teachers.

“Please welcome these teachers to the school. They’re newer to it than many of you students are--even so, I do believe that they will be treated with proper respect. Please also note that Hagrid will not be leaving the school altogether; he will go back to his position as the school’s gamekeeper for the year while he takes care of some of his own business. Continuing on,” he continued, the words flowing unceasingly now that the applause had ceased, “I would like to remind all of you that the rules of the school must be followed, or trouble will ensue--if you need to be reminded of what is considered off-limits, please check with your prefects or teachers.” He smiled brilliantly. “Now, let’s eat!” There was the food, there were the happy students.

It never did change. Sighing, I poured myself a drink of whatever it was that had appeared in front of my plate. Damnable school was without any sort of alcoholic beverage; everything here tasted the same after some time.

Ah well.

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[Drade130]

Drade


I had to leave Zulta, that saddened me. Ah well. I listened politely to Dumbledore's speech, and eyed the new teachers. I was so hungry. Cauldron cakes can only hold you for so long. A large piece of tenderloin appeared on my plate. I wrapped it in napkins and kept it for Zulta. Potatoes, chicken, more beef, and plenty of pumpkin juice. Ah, fit for a king. I chowed down quickly, knowing i would regret it. I plopped a large pile of mashed potatoes down on my plate, drenching them in gravy. My favorite.

"What's up Hannah?" I asked as she sat down across from me. She blushed and stifled a giggle.

"Fine," she mumbled. One of her friends grabbed her arm, also giggling, and dragged her away. I smiled inwardly. I looked up from my plate and surveyed the other tables. Morbid Chaos, that weirdo, was in the back of course. Malfoy wasnt taking much, just eating mainly. Chauvelin was talking to some of his friends and Ruby was...sketching. Big surprise. i dipped my broccoli in some melted cheese and shoved it into my mouth. Oh how I love this food. Suddenly there was a crashing of plates. I looked up and saw Crabbe and Goyle, shoving eachother menacingly. I stood up. I want to eat in peace!

"Shove off you two!" i yelled. I flicked my wand in a complicated fashion, causing plates to rise up and start smacking them over the head. They ran out of the hall, yelling in pain as the plates contnued to chase them. I sat down, satisfied, and continued eating my dinner.

[Elemental Seribii]

Do feel like posting for Draco for some reason. ^-^;

Draco Malfoy - Prefect, 6th Year Slytherin
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I wasn't that surprised to see my dear aunt sitting at the table. She blew a kiss when she saw me, and I gave her a sickly sweet smile.

Father had mentioned something about Aunt Lorelei and a new job, in his update about Aunt this and Uncle that and Cousin whats-his-name. Luckily, this snapped quickly into mind, and I had time to assume a defensive strategy. Appear not to care that much.

I knew quite well what she thought of my parents, even of me. She wasn't very hestitant to share her opinions. Besides, I deal with hateful feelings most of the time.

Dumblydore stood up to speak, and give us the run down of the year. Flitwick was gone, and so was Hagrid. The joy.

New Charms teacher, new DADA teacher (of course. Ever since Potter came, we've been through DADA teachers like Potter goes through the many incarnations of Voldemort.), my Aunt Lorelei's taking over Care of Magical Creatures? Slightly happy that I'm not in that class. Knowing her, she might try to humiliate me.

Almost all of the Gryffindor table shot evil glares, probably also wondering if she was as 'evil as that slimy git Malfoy'. I could see Weasley's mouth form the words from over here. I could of easily told them that she was probably the nicest relation I had. Not that I'd admit to that.

The rest of the houses easily made the connection, and the hair color justified it. I just turned to Zabini, and he said something about Hagrid, which I smirked at.

It took Goyle a minute longer than Crabbe to realise she was somehow related. They both guffawed, and high fived.

I will never, ever understand those two.

Funny, Proffesor Snape hadn't been over to give his first year Slytherin pep talk yet.

The food appeared, and we all started eating, or for most, dug in.

I have a feeling that this year is going to be quite interesting. Not that the past haven't, but, you know.
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[DarkBlastoise]

er two things....

a) I think we kinda completely forgot the Sorting Ceremony...hehe...

b) why is it always Morbrid Chaos? cant you guys just call me Morbrid (and its Morb-R-id T89) ah well, unless thats on purpose...lol

~-~ Morbrid - 6th Year Slytherin ~-~

And so the feast began, and many eyes turned on Draco Malfoy, seeing the distinct relation between "Professor Malfoy" and "Draco Malfoy",

Ah well, I thought turning to my Chicken and Mashed Potatos, the Pumpkin Juice was, as always, spectacular, and I filled my gut since I had been starving at that damned Orphanige...

But as I took a drink, I noticed that damned Hufflepuff Drade, peering over at me, so I shot him a glance that literally said "what the hell are YOU lookin at?" and he turned away...

One thing questioned me as the meal came to a close, would this year suck like the past 6 (sure even WITH the Potter drama, it sucks for me), or could I actually enjoy this year, or will this become yet another installment of Morbrid's dull life...

[Ginger Cat]

lol, Blastoise, yeah, I realized that... Sev mentioned it in passing and, really, Outlaw can post for it since he was in it... Sorry, J. O_o The ceremony... yeah. O_o It was there. Just... not heavily mentioned.

*is entirely too amused by the Draco post, and for no apaprent reason*

Eh, I'm not posting, just speaking notes... Yay.

There they were. Whoo-flippin'-hoo.

[Bulbasaur4]

Cayria - F - 7th Year Slytherin
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I cursed slightly, "What the f-" but stopped shortly to see a fellow Slytherin. Rvevian Marson. Well, of all the people to bump into, she was probably the person who I didn't mind. She appologized, and I shrugged.
"It really isn't much of a deal." With that, Xaiac let off a screech as his beady golden eyes looked at passing wizards with haunting glares.
"Ah, well... sorry still." She continued, and I shrugged. No worries.
Soon however, after the carriages- (whom I had rode with Rvevian and a few other Slyths.) - we entered the castle and into the great hall. Like always, there were the brimming lights, the beautifully set tables... and everything seemed just a little too perfect and a little too sweet.
The smile on Dumbledore's face was enough to make me puke.

Sitting down, and waiting for the sorting ceremony to get done (we had gathered a good few Slytherins which was happiness to all the stupid saps who cared.), soon the 'speech' insued.
Strangely, even if it was Dumbledore, I didn't care about his speech. It was one thing I could tolerate... and like always, his speech sort of set the tone for how the year would go. He introduced the teachers... a new Charms teacher- a man, who bowed quickly and sat down to hastily. A new Care of Magical Creatures teacher, whom was a Malfoy.
I didn't care if anyone saw me, but I quickly looked to Draco Malfoy (I had a few run ins with him, and we knew each other on 'fairly alright' terms. Imean... I knew most everyone in our house anyway.) I gave him a short grin and nod. Hey, if there was a Malfoy then usually I would think she would help her dear little Nephew.
Then there was a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and to this I rolled my eyes.
" Well... what will happen this time? Death? Abduction? Or maybe she'll be..." I saw her midnight black wings and blinked slightly, "Maybe she's a spy for the crows?"
Draco was in earshot, and I was sitting next to Rvevian who blinked slightly and I couldn't read her expression. So I got a little sinsister at times... oh well. It was life.

Blinking however, soon as the eating began... I gazed slightly at the head table. Sure, he was there... with his raven-like black hair and pale face, with those scrutinizing black eyes which seemed to be able to stare anyone down to the core. He was smart, sly, and rather mysterious upon my terms...
Professor Snape. Maybe it was a sick obession of mine, or just pure abnormal, sick infactuation... I tried to hide it, tried not to look at him or become totally obessed in Potions class...
I was always strange... maybe this was just part of it all.
Sighing and shrugging as I stared slightly, averting my gaze only occasionally- perhaps a little less than I should have, and ate nibbles at the breads infrotn of me. I wasn't much of a meat person.






Karie Velya - F - Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher
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As Dumbledore finished his speech, I still felt a little eyed at. Many people in the world, whether they were wizards, hobgoblins or Dementors themselves, thought my wings were strange. I hardly understood why a dementor would care, but I had encountered them before and strangely they didn't exactly 'focus' in on me like they do to everyone else. Maybe it was some thing more than my wings...

I shrugged as I ate slowly, chewing my food and studying the Ravenclaw table. The students there indeed seemed pretty bright, and most of them well-mannered... except for a few. I was informed that one of the Ravenclaw students, Rywen Yiaro, was to aid me in my classes if needed be- for rarely did all 7th year students take Advanced Defense AGainst the Dark Arts- which was usually a study anyway. So Rywen could help, Dumbledore had said, but it made me rather weary. Why would Dumbledore tell me Rywen could help, when it was surely more than obvious that I really didn't need it much. Besides, there could be more students who were qualified to help...

Oh well, I really didn't know the kid much but I would have time to learn about him. Shrugging to myself and no one else, I browsed at the teachers. A Malfoy... I had heard about them- most of the talk stating they were rich, snivelous snobs who had nothing better to do than to belittle others and make themselves better by smashing less fortunates to the ground. Muggle-haters, Elf-murderers... a lot of names followed them from the hateful side, but I never really paid attention anyway. I didn't care what others stated nor what rumors flew by. I always wanted afirst-hand account of everyone before anyone would hear my opinion of a wizard or beast alike.

The same went for the Severus, the teacher whom I g uess many of the teachers and students loathed or disliked greatly. I did not care what other teachers spoke to me of, or told me... it didn't worry me much. If Snape was really some one to hate, then soon I would learn- but he had given me little reason thus far. He rather was quite, studyful of others... much like me. As I gazed at him, or rather peered at him thoughtfully, he suddenly caught me eye and we stared for a bit- as if challenging the other to see who would admit they were looking around first and look away- but eventually both of us did at the same time. Strange, Hogwarts already seemed brimming with intensity.

It was going to be a fun year.





Rywen Yiaro - M - 6th Year Ravenclaw
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Well, to some up the train ride... it had been rather uneventful.

---- (no interaction with poor Rywen on the train..)---

Sitting down with in the chair, Rywen gazed all around him. It was like the old hogwarts he had dreamt about coming back to everyyear... full of life, lights, food and a wonderful feeling even during the hardest of times. As he sat there and listened idoly at Dumbledore's speech, he hardly heard a word of it. He felt the tension in the air... as if it were growing bigger at each passing moment, ready to explode on command. Rywen was rather excited about this year..

Rywen heard about the new teachers- thre eof them, and one of them a Malfoy which could NOT Have been good news. Anything concerning Malfoys, in Rywen's opinion, could not be good- even if that DID seem stereotypical.

Then the food appeared, and Rywen dug in.

Many people's eyes began to buldge and look disbelievingly at Rywen... like every year, as he poured and thrusted tons of food upon his plate with eagerness and hunger in his eyes. Rywen always seemed to eat like a herd of horses- eating at least up to 4 helpings of food, before even feeling a bit full. It was rather odd... and many jokes passed aroudn about it. Rywen said it was simply because his metabolism was ultra-high, but many others at Hogwarts had rumors it was something else. A disease, a curse... what the hey. Rywen chose to ignore them, and ate anyway. No matter how much he ate... he never seemed to be able to gain anything either, so it wasn't like it would come to haunt him later. It never has, and Rywen knew it never would.

"Holy sh*t Rywen, how much more you gonna EAT?!" A fellow Ravenclaw, Gordon, commented.
" I dunno... the desert isn't here yet." Rywen replied, smiling as he took a gulp of his beverage. Smiling slightly, wiping his chin he shrugged..
"Gotta keep room for that!"

[Outlaw JT]

Reginald Jensen aka Shrimp - 1st year Gryffindor
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The boat ride across the lake had been an uneventful one. It was a very pleasant view of Hogwarts coming up from the lake. He might have really enjoyed it were it not for the constant murmurs and giggles directed at him as the other first years made sly jokes and comments about his size.
He couldn't make out much but he definately heard one of them whispering about Hogwarts excepting babies. It was most unpleasant to sit through but he was used to it. Afterall, he was Shrimp the incredible shrinking boy. At that thought he let out a little smirk of his own.
All the first years were now lined up in a hallway off the great hall. It wouldn't be long now till they were led into the hall to be sorted. All of the students who had been having fun at his expense were now fidgeting nervously. They were all very anxious about which house they would be sorted into. Reggie just stood there calmly, smiling like there was no tomorrow. He had a confidence that none of these others could touch.
"Alright children, follow me," said Professor McGonnagal as she opened the doors to the great hall to lead them in.
Reggie followed patiently, somewhere in the middle of the line. The hall was absolutely massive. He may as well be a mouse for how his size stacked up to everything in here.

One by one the first years names were called. Much to his relief a great deal of the students were paying more attention to their own conversations than the sorting. He had been told that everyone sat waiting with baited breath for the sorting but it seemed not. He would be very thankful if he could be sorted without too many people taking special notice of him.
Once his name was called Reggie ambled up to the stool and sat down as the hat was placed upon his head. He was pleased to see only a few faces from each house table paying any attention as he sat up there. At least, at first.
He sat there patiently, listening to whispers in his head. It seemed the sorting hat was stumped by his presence. As if it was not possible Reggie could be here to be sorted.
After the first two minutes he could hear a few of the same first years from the boats break out in giggles again. He was fairly certain they must be making jokes that he must be too young afterall. He knew them all to be fools of course.
After three whole minutes Professor McGonnagal came over and removed the hat for a moment to examine it. She placed it on her head for a moment which drew the attention of many of the students already seated at their houses table. A few seconds later she shrugged and placed it back on his head. Quite enough attention was directed his way now so he decided he should intervene a little.
'Since you can't decide perhaps you should just place me in Gryffindor,' he thought at the sorting hat.
The sorting hat continued its confused whispers into his head. The hat seemed completely baffled by his presence. Another minute passed but realizing there were still many more to be sorted the hat relented. Since it could not see how to sort him it must have decided to honor Reggie's wishes.
"Gryffindor!" the sorting hat shouted at last.
Reggie quietly took his seat. There were quite a few questioning looks from the faces he sat down next to at the Gryffindor table. Reggie doubted any of them had ever seen a sorting take more than a minute, let alone the 6 his had taken. He had hoped his little charm would've taken care of that sorting as well but it seems even it had its limits. He'd have to remember that in the future.

As the evening wore on and the sorting finished, much later than it normally did thanks to his own sorting, Reggie took time to examine as many faces as he could. He would have to learn as many of them as he could. He had already taken note of the prestigious Harry Potter. He waved at him cheerily but Potter didn't seem to notice.
Things were going well all things considered. At least, until he took a look at the teachers. Most of them didn't interest him so much but two things seemed to stick out. The DADA teacher seemed somehow very familiar to him and he did not know why. Also, Dumbledore seemed to be watching him very closely. The headmaster had, of course, taken a moment to study every first year at some point this evening. He seemed to stay focused on Reggie a bit longer than the others, though. He had been told that Dumbledore was a very astute man and he would have to remember that for future reference.
He had so many things to remember if it was going to be a good year. Too many things for an 11 year old wizard really but Reggie knew he would manage. He always did find a way despite his inherent shortcomings.

[DarkBlastoise]

~-~ Morbrid - 6th Year Slytherin ~-~

I began remembering what had happened earlier before the feast,

A bunch of 1st years lined the halls for the Sorting

I peered over the Ravenclaw table to see if I could spot Reggie, but I couldnt...

One by one the little ones were sorted, and put into an entirely new world at Hogwarts,

Then, I heard Shrimp's name callled, and then placed in Gryffindor. Heh, there was a voice in the back of my head that wanted him to join Slytherin, but he's not completely insane like the rest of us...

Then I remembered my OWN Sorting....
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5 Years Ago

"MORBRID CHAOS!!!" called out Ms. McGonagall

Little me, walked up slowly to the great oaken chair, to face my peers, as she placed the enormous hat, on top of my head...

The Hat had a little hard time deciding wheteher or not I should be in Ravenclaw or Slytherin, but then he sensed it, he sensed the Dementor's blood...

at which the damned Hat spat out "S-S-SLYTHERIN!!!" and nearly flew off of my head onto Mc Gonagalls hands,

what a PROMISING beginning for me...what a beginning...

[Drade130]

sorry DB Im not observent enough...I remember that next time. And i use your full name on purpose. Post rp later on. toodle loo.

[midnightangel]

~Jayne Mackenzie-Alexander~Muggle Studies~
Dumbeldore's speech was as always the high point of the year. When I was going to school, it was inspiring and refreshing to hear every year.
Now, for me his speech was tolerable at best. And at my worst, it left me feeling at times cold and empty inside...

I was sitting near the end of the high table all the while I was keeping an eye on my daughter and my niece.
From the Ravenclaw table, Rywen was providing his usual form of entertainment, much to the astonishment of the younger students, and the delight of the older classes.

I scanned the sea of young faces, and saw Jaiden sitting across from a silver-haired, seventh year girl from Slytherin.
From what little I've seen of the Slytherin students--and that was mostly from the fights I had to break up in the last two years--some of Jaiden's new housemates could use lessons in manners and respecting others. Some of the students in fact, can even test the patience of the best teachers here...

I was looking forward to having Jaiden here at Hogwarts, and I only hoped that she would fit in here as well as she did in Beaubaxtons. The last time I saw her was when she was just turning thirteen, and she was a quite a handful then. I didn't feel sorry for Angel one bit either...
I smiled to myself Jaiden is alot like Angel actually....always looking for trouble or is the cause of it. I only hope that Jaiden carries some of her father's intelligence and demenor in her. I sighed. And hopefully, none of his sarcasm to go with it...


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~Madison Alexander~6th Year~Ravenclaw~
Most of the students around were wide-eyed with astonishment at Rywen as he ate one helping after another. His hearty appetite has been the talk of the school for the last six years I've been here. One could say that it's legendary. Like the Weasley twins "departure" of the previous year...among other things.
You don't forget about those things too easily.

I was already getting tired and a bit sleepy until I heard someone say laughing "Hey Rywen save some room for dessert!" and the table erupted in laughter, and brought me back to the present. As time wore on, the conversation turned to more of Hogwarts business...well...from a student's point of view. We talked about the teachers, our classes and who was going out with who so far this year.

Finally the subject turned to Quidditch, my second favorite pastime next to school. Rywen pulled all the team members to the table at the end and went over some basic ideas he had thought of over the summer. Rywen went over each point, pausing briefly for a bite of treacle tart or chocolate cake.
I guess I was still weary from the train ride because I let my mind drift a bit near the end without meaning to....and I got an elbow to the ribs and a "Earth to Madison..." from another chaser on the team. I glared at her once and turned my attention back to Rywen's speech....

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~Jaiden Moore~6th Year~Slytherin~
The trip to Hogwarts had been thus far been an unusually interesting experience thus far. I had been on trains befor as a young girl, but never in a carriage. But nothing--not the train or the carriage ride prepared me for what I was about to see for the first time. Hogwarts, to put it mildly, was huge. Bigger than Beaubaxtons ever was.

But the size of the school was nothing compared to the dining hall. I had just finished with dinner and was halfway through dessert when I took a moment to observe my surroundings. The ceiling had been bewitched to look like the roof was opened up, and we could gaze at the night sky above. What was even more beautiful was the candles that floated near the ceiling like stars in the sky.

"Beautiful isn't it?" I looked up across the table to see another girl with silvery hair watching me from across the table. I nodded in agreement and she added "The ceiling has always been like this for as long as the school's been open, and yet with every passing year, it looks as beautiful as ever."
The girl introduced herself as Cayria Tseugga, a seventh-year student. I introduced myself, but before I could get in a decent conversation with her another girl--this one obviously Cayria knew--started talking to her.

So here I was...sitting here with no one to talk with again, so I pulled out a small book of poetry that my mother gave me as a gift. Most of the pages were well-worn, and the corners were dog eared several times. I opened the book to my favorite poem and began to read....

[Drade130]

Drade


I sat back, thoroughly satisfied that my pants were stretched. I stood up and walked past Hannah, who blushed an even deeper shade of scarlet. I saw Morbrid head off towards tthe Slytherin entrance. Maybe I should make more of an effort with him. Oh well.

"First year Hufflepuffs this way!" I yelled. The snot nosed brats followed me, amazed with everything around them. We came to the entrance and I turned to them.

"The password is Nobility. Anyone tells anyone from adifferent house will be cursed into oblivion my your truly!" I grinned evilly.Some looked utterly terrified. The large polished door/picture swung open and immediately i was tackled and attacked viciously with licks by Zulta.
I slumped up the stone stairs and grabbed my trunk latches, opening them. I pulled out a few of my things, Zulta's food and water dishes and a quill and piece of parchment. I dipped the fancy quill in ink and wrote:

To whichever house elf it may concern,

Please refill these bowls very morning.

Thanks!
Drade Sykes


[edit] yikes! so tired when i did this!

[DarkBlastoise]

0.o, wow T89, you must have typed that fast as hell or my understanding of the English language is bull$hit...lol

~-~ Morbrid - 6th Year Slytherin ~-~

As I walked up the Slytherin corridor, I knew I would be soon called to the Slytherin Quidditch Cabin, and more shouts and screams from our Slytherin Capitain...

*sigh*, sure I hadnt been able to practice or read up on ANYTHING about Quidditch at an ORPHANIGE, but our Capitain will find SOME excuse to say I should have...

Anyways, I caught sight of Drade looking at me as I descended into the Common Room...

what the hell WAS that guy's problem with me anyways? he's ALWAYS had a problem with people from Slytherin, but so far he's focused most of his hatred towards me...sad really

I could hear the tap and squeaks of boots ringing down the corridor, so I waited for our new Prefect to give us the password...

[Toxicity]

*slaps self* Sorry for not posting... ._. Poor, poor, poor interaction with Ami....;_;

~*^*~Ami Zypher - 6th Year Slytherin~*^*~
I sighed as I followed some other Slytherins to our corridors...tired and nervous of the upcoming year. I felt refreshed, but I was still tired. I hoped Hoshi was okay knocking around as I had walked, but she was used to it.

I stood next to Morbrid as we waited for our new Prefect to give us the password...and I knew it wouldn't be long until we would be called to the Slytherin Quidditch Cabin. I remained silent...watching with wide eyes and opened ears.

[Avian Freeze]

Sorry for not posting here these past days x_x. I'm kind of busy lately . BTW Ginger Cat, all right then, I'll be a Beater for the Ravenclaw team ^^;.

Zev Bryzaire, Male, 5th Year Ravenclaw
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Rouge introduced herself to me and told me about her Arithmancy. She invited me to sit down on one of the seats and I took it, continuing to talk to her.

"So what house are you in?" I queried curiously.
"Gryffindor. You're in...Ravenclaw, right?"
"Yeah, I'm in Ravenclaw." I nodded. Before I got the chance to say anything else though, I felt the train coming to a stop pretty quickly, and I watched as everyone got off the train. I stood up after only briefly sitting, and picked up my luggage. "Er...I wish we could have talked longer, but it looks like we gotta go to Hogwarts now. Maybe I'll see you around sometime?" I asked earnestly, managing a crooked grin Ehh, I could never smile straight >_<
"Of course." she smiled.

With Gavin on my arm, I walked off the train, getting ready to go to Hogwarts. I got on to the carriage which led to Hogwarts. I could hear the thestrals neighing, and I saw some soil being pushed aside. They were probably digging their hooves into it. I hadn't witnessed a death, so I was unable to see the skeletal creatures. But several people who had were pretty impressed by them. I jumped into the carriage and waited patiently as we headed towards the castle. I got off the carriage as it slowed and I ambled to the school. As usual, Dumbledore and the main teachers sat there, chatting away as we all entered the Great Hall.

When everyone calmed down though, the headmaster gave his annual speech. He welcomed the new teachers as well, Professor Hayabasa, who would teach Charms. Professor Velya, who would teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. And lastly, Professor Malfoy, taking over Care of Magical Creatures?! I looked at Draco, as did many people, but he seemed to not notice, or at least he ignored us. Malfoy wasn't exactly my favorite character, but then again, perhaps this teacher would be different from him. I was more than welcome to give her a chance. Mr. Hayabasa looked a bit shifty. He was tall, and had a scar across his left cheek, where could that have come from? I then looked carefully at Ms. Velya. Her wings looked cool, and she was apparently the new Ravenclaw Head of House. I smirked, figuring she would probably be an interesting teacher. I wondered what would happen this year to her though, we had gone through way too many DADA teachers. People said it was cursed or something like that.

As the toast was made to yet another good year, food materialized from thin air on the tables. I dug in, eating the wonderful food. Hogwarts gave excellent food to us, and I was starving! The other Ravenclaws ate their food slowly, and I noticed Ms. Malfoy look over at us. I ignored them and continued to scarf down the food, drinking the pumpkin juice and scooping the mashed potatoes and gravy, chicken, soup, and all the other foods. I averted my gaze to the other Ravenclaws, who stared at me oddly. I grinned stupidly and resumed my eating.

Soon enough, everyone was finished, and parted the Great Hall, heading up to the common rooms. I was completely full from the meal and I was keen to get some sleep. I ascended the stairs along with the other Ravenclaws, and noticed Peeves swinging from the chandelier. Heh, ever since the Weasley twins took their amazing leave from the school, Peeves had been eager to carry on their legacy. I reached the portrait with the other Ravenclaws and awaited the prefect, Rywen.

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[MarshmallowEgg]

Rouge Channing - F - 5th year Gryffindor
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I waved goodbye to Zev as he got off the train, then gathered my things and stepped off. I was one of the last people off the train, and so I had a bit of a hard time finding a carriage with space. I eventually found one holding only a couple of Gryffindor fourth years and a Ravenclaw third year and climbed in. The four of us made small talk on the way to the school.

The Sorting Ceremony went fairly quickly. There were a few new Gryffindors, including a boy named Reginald who took a while to sort. I waved at him and all the other Gryffindor first years as they sat down.

After the ceremony came Dumbledore's beginning-of-the-year speech. I listened patiently, having heard a lot of it before, but of course some of it was different, as it always was. My stomach growled and a couple people looked at me. I glared at my stomach, coaxing it to shut up for a couple more minutes.

And then the food came. I helped myself to a little of everything, as I hadn't eaten much on the train. I ate quickly but not wildly like some of the boys were doing, shoving food down their throats faster than they could swallow it. Disgusting. I took smaller bites and washed it down with pumpkin juice, talking briefly with one of the fourth years who had been in the carriage with me. Eating, drinking, talking with friends; this was the life. It's good to be back at Hogwarts.

[Bulbasaur4]

Rywen Yiaro - M - Prefect/6th Year/Ravenclaw (Quidditch- Beater, Cpt.)

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I consumed my food and everything else it seeme dwith in a five foot radius, until finally I felt a little full and decided if I ate anymore then I wouldn't be ablet o sleep as well.
"Rywen... lemme ask you some thing." A boy next to Madison asked, as she blinked and seemed to drift off.
" How do you eat all that, and yet it doesn't seem to show up upon your body at all? I mean... sheesh, I've seen guys who way over 280 not eat nearly as much as you!"
I s hrugged, "Genetics... metabolism... your guess is as good as mine." I said, blinking slightly... until suddenly he spoke up yet again.
" Hey, Zev over down there is eating quite a bit... who'd you bet would win?" He said, poking Madison until she zapped out of her transfixed gaze.
"Whah?"
"Who'd win? Rywen or Zev in an eating contest?"
"... dunno.. .erm.." She thought until a 1st year squeaked, "Rywen!" and a few more commented "Zev" and then my name again... I blushed slightly but remained cool as I shrugged.
" My talent isn't eating you know... we should be talking about Quidditch anyway." Soon I had people switch seats so I could talk to the team- besides, it was never too early to talk abou tQuidditch.

Many voices grew exited, as I talked about the new schedule we had... and a few formations I'd like to try.
" I know that this year will be tough, and that Griffindor team is the big worry, along with Slytherin. Many people think it's always gonna be down to them 'less Potter leaves or Draco dies... "
A few snickers followed, bu tI rolled my eyes.
" I didn't mean THAT..."
Some one poked Madison, "EARTH TO MADISON!" And she jumped slightly and focused more on what I was talking about. I laughed slightly as I gazed my green-forest eyes and shook my head as my hair rippled slightly.
" Don't worry Madison, eveni fyou do zone out... you shouldn't be that far behind. My speech isn't that important anyway."

I laughed again as I spoke..
"But, I'm thinking with Zane as our Seeker, he'll be able to take on BOTH Draco and Potter. You've been training, right?"
He nodded slowly as I smiled.. "Yeah, you're getting better every year."
I then looked to our Keeper, Hiro.
" You'll do good too... even though the Seekers from Griff and Slyth, and even Hufflepuff are tough... but their chaser's aren't nearly as good. Well... last year they weren't as good. If you keep practicing when we play barrage the keeper, you'll do good." I winked, Barrage the Keeper was a game where we'd take things- anything- and throw them at the Keeper to see if he/she could deflect them all- or how many.
" Clair, Luna- MADISON" I said loudly, as she blinked and shook her head at me... that time she had been paying attention. I smirked and smiled, "Sorry, just wanted to make sure."

"I firmly believe you three are the best chasers out there... you all are quick, agile, and have good aim might I add." I said, smiling..
"Besides, with me and Zev as beaters, no one will get touched." I elbowed Zev slightly, and smirked. " Our team is gonna be the best team out there, no questions asked."

With that I ended the speech, and soon everyone departed. I took my time, and then my eyes wandered to see a Slytherin girl, sitting by herself as others got out of their seats. I blinked slightly... raising an eyebrow. She was reading or maybe writing in a book? Even though people didn't tend to like going to other houses a lot... I went over to her. Ah, I remembered her... her name was Jaiden, the Keeper for Slytherin.
" Uhh... hey, you better hurry."
She jumped slightly, as if suddenly realizing people were beginning ot leave and the room was near empty.
She looked at me and appeared to be even more shocked.. I simply smiled.
" I didn't want to leave you alone by yourself..."[/i]

[Elemental Seribii]

Draco: *read posts* No one loves me! *runs off*
Er. Yes. Oo; If it's okay, Ginger, can Draco be captain of the Quidditch team?

Draco Malfoy - Prefect, 6th Year Slytherin
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Snape had come over, and given the first years the always inspiring pep talk, go go team. It's basically; "For God's sake, you fools! Can't you beat that bloody Potter at anything?!"

In a slightly softer terms. Slightly.

Most people had finished with the Feast, and the Great Hall filed out. I waited for most of the first years to be waiting in a group, most, unlike other houses, confident in their steps. I remember my first year. Stupid Potter, refusing a handshake...
Moving on.

Some of the 'wee little ones' had a rather distressed look on their face, as all of the others headed upstairs, as we headed for the Dungeons. Slytherin territory and hunting grounds. Get found by a seventh year/Snape/Prefect/a Head Boy or Girl after curfew, you might as well have the Killing Curse on you.

(Also, Quidditch must be discussed soon...Mental note.)

We reached a seemingly dead end (but not after loosing a few mini Slytherins, Pansy chased after them), with a tapestry of a dark looking Wizard. The emblem of Slytherin, if you looked closely, was carved into the stone above it. An enchanted eyebrow raised, and he hissed; "Pass...word?"

"All of you, listen to the password! If you forget it, find someone who does. Or, you can try to face Proffesor Snape. He'll always know the password, he's usually in his classroom. The choice...is yours." I bowed, a smirk on my face the entire time. "Serpensortia!" I replied, loud enough for it to echo slightly down the damp corridor. The tapestry sliced in half, revealing a doorway. The new students went in first, gossiping wildly. Some of the older years were still in the Great Hall, while some trailed behind, to catch the password, and then headed back. Others just came in behind the first years.
"Oh, yes. If any of you dare to give out the password, I'll do much more than set the Bloody Baron on you."

Quite a few of them paled, and I smirked. Yes. Enforce fear early on. You don't get much pity in Slytherin.
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Ruby Cynita - 5th Year Hufflepuff
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The Feast was highly uneventful. I talked with most of the people around me, discussing Quidditch, lessons and the teachers.

The Dark Lord was shunned as a topic, but still. Fear was in quite a few of my housemates' eyes. We all just ate, and talked quickly, dashing around topics.

Hufflepuffs come off as the really nice, but not too bright. We're the last house you want to be in, even Slytherin sometimes beats us in popularity. We're the un-noticed, the losers who take it well. Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, then us. Rather sad, if you ask me. Or maybe that's my house pride talking.

Then again, I'm stuck in a dorm with a bunch of b*tchy girls, who would rather do each other's nails than even try to do something with their grades.

I pushed up my glasses, and continued listening to the others around me. My mum bought me magical contacts, that actually insert themselves into your eye. I had problems with the Muggle ones. You can also charm them to change color. I guess I could try those tomorrow.

I got the password off Drade as he took the first years, and rushed up to the dorm, to unpack before the others got up.

I had at least five notebooks with me, and I shoved them all in the bedside drawer, and magically locked it. With that safe, I could relax. For now, anyway.

[Shadow Djinn]

*smites self* Eh...sorry for not posting...

~Zane~5th Year-Ravenclaw-Luna-3rd Year-Ravenclaw
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Rywen sat down with our quidditch team, beginning his usual talk. I smirked, knowing this time...we would claim the cup, hands down. Slowly, he trailed off as Dumbledore left off another bundle of maniac words for us to think about. Rywen got up, and walked out of the Great Hall, a trail of Ravenclaws behind. I fiddled with my wand, slowly thinking about this year.
" Hell or Heaven. That's the only choice." I muttered slowly. Luna soon joined me, as we both went to find Zev. Perhaps a nice talk about this summer's Quidditch Cup would enligthen me.

~Shadow

[midnightangel]

~Angeline "Angel" (Carlton) Moore~Auror~
I arrived back in London by way of Floo Powder. Since the Ministry's acknowledgement of Voldemort's return, they have recalled all the decrees that were previously in place. In short--it makes it easier for me to travel in any case.
I arrived in the late evening to our headquarters. It was pretty quiet--a sign that everyone had gone for the day...or something more foreboding. The only sounds down the hall I heard were the faint tapping of my shoes.

I found the door to my supervisor's office, sighed...then knocked.
"Enter..."
I pushed open the door. Sitting at the desk was a short, slightly-balding wizard. I said "Ethan..."
He looked up and smiled slightly "Ah Angel...I take it you're trip went well?"
I shrugged "Not really but I'm not gonna complain..." I saw a envelope on his desk, one bearing a familiar seal on it "I see you got one as well..."

Ethan coughed "Well...you know, Dumbeldore. Once the old guy gets his mind on something, he usually doesn't change it."
I nodded "Obviously he wants me for something...don't know what it is though."
Ethan showed me the letter. I read it thoroughly "I see..." I said "There was something going on. A great danger to the school that Dumbeldore feels something cannot be discussed by owl--in case of interception."

I looked up at Ethan "Dumbeldore wants to meet with me in person to discuss the matter...."
Ethan sighed "So he does. Do you feel up to it?"
I jerked my head back to my supervisor "What in blazes do you mean by that Ethan??"
He sighed "Angel...the letter does say you can decline if you choose. And because of your history with the school...."

I said forcefully "My history at the school has absolutely nothing to do with my decision either way!"
When I looked at Ethan again my expression softened just a fraction. "I'm certainly not going to use it to make my final decision."
"And besides" I grinned "I'm curious to know what's happening out there anyway...."

[DarkBlastoise]

sorry guys, ive felt like $hit for the past 2-3 days with a sore throat, a fever, nearly throwing up twice, and an annoying cough...

anyhoo, let Draco be thr Captain, it makes sense

~V~ Morbrid [Chaos] - 6th Year Slytherin {Beater} ~V~

As I slumped against the wall awaiting our new "Prefect", and the damned password, when a tapping of feet (Most likely a girl's) came from down the hall

I turned my gaze in time to see one of my Quidditch teamates, Ami Zypher

Now me and Ami arent on bad terms, but were not buddy-buddy either,

as with the rest of them, she normally shyed away from me until Quidditch matches, which in the Dungeon or "Locker Room" was so cold to draw out our plays and drills, that even my vibe wasnt as effective

but this year I knew I had an advantage...

Potter's fear of Dementors...

My evil though was washed away when Ami attempted to make small talk with me,

"so...uh...Morbrid..." she said, looking to the ground

"yeah?" I retorted, "What?"

"uh..." Ami began, taken aback at my last comment, "do you think we can beat Potter and Griffindor this year?..."

"Im decently sure we can..." I replyed slyly, but before the convo could continue, Snape, Malfoy and the rest came through the darkness and continued towards the dungeon,

Ami and I followed them, and learned the password, but then Draco said "lets head to the Cabin"...

I groaned as we had to listen to Malfoy's hate-powered speeches of "we need to KILL them and stuff like that

the only thing I learned was the Team Lineup for the year:

Seeker: Malfoy (of course)
Keeper: Moore (a good Keeper in my view)
Chasers: Marson (experianced), Zypher (Quick) and Armande (good aswell)

but what dissapointed me the most was the other Beater...*groan*

Beaters: Chaos (er, it would be narcisistic to talk of myself higly like this, no?) and Goyle (ugh)

Goyle is the WORST Beater we've ever had,

last year, when we faced Hufflepuff, he batted the Bludger straight at the Hufflepuff Chaser, but instead, it connected with Moore, knocking him out for the rest of the game...

we eventually lost that one...

this will be one eventful Quidditch season, if we could ever find a better BEater...

[Outlaw JT]

OOC: Ginger, go ahead and pencil Shrimp in as a Gryffindor chaser. Decided to take advantage of his lack of size.


Reginald 'Reggie' Jensen - aka Shrimp - 1st year Gryffindor
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After the sorting and Dumbledore's speech the opening feast began. It was quite a spread. More food than he'd seen in a long time.
Reggied helped himself to a small helping of mashed potatoes and a tiny portion of rib roast. He also grabbed a yorkshire pudding and a little extra gravy to dip it in. As he began to nibble away at it someone sitting next to him gently elbowed him.
"No wonder you're so tiny," they said, laughing a bit.
Reggie just nodded with a humoring smile and went back to his food. He hadn't taken much food but he ate it very slowly. He finished about the same time as those who took twice as much as him.
As the feast ended, Reggie gathered with the other first years behind a tall red headed boy and a girl with long thick brown hair. They were two of Gryffindor's prefects apparently. He followed them to Gryffindor tower, hanging towards the middle of the pack of first years. It seemed a bit harder for him to manage the moving staircases than the others.
When they finally reached the tower and learned the password, everyone entered and went on about their own affairs. Most people headed straight up to their rooms. A lot of people hung around in the rather cozy common room, though. It was one such person that caught Reggie's attention and he thought this as good a time as any to get introductions out of the way.
Reggie walked over and tapped someone on the shoulder as they were talking to some of their friends. The person looked around and for a moment was at a loss as to what was trying to get his attention. It took him a moment to look down and realize what had tapped him.
"You're Harry Potter, r-r-r-right?" Reggie asked calmly but nervously.
"Yes, that's right. What's your name?" Potter asked, a quizzical smile on his face.
"Y-y-you can just call me Shrimp," Reggie continued nervously and calm.
"Your names Shrimp? Truth in advertising, that is," the redheaded boy Potter was talking to said.
"Ron!" the girl they were with shouted, smacking the redhead on the arm.
"That's not your real name then, is it?" Potter asked encouragingly.
"W-well........m-my real name is......." he began.
"Reginald Jensen. I remember you from the sorting ceremony. Quite strange really. The sorting hat's never taken more than two minutes before according to 'Hogwarts: a History'," the girl said politely.
"Oh for pity's sake Hermione, he's only a first year. No need to torture the poor boy already. Save the lecture!" the redhead piped up suddenly.
"Fine," she shot the redhead a wicked glare. "My name is Hermione Grainger."
She stuck her hand out with a warm and welcoming smile. Reggie hesitated a moment but then took it and they shook hands. Reggie shifted his weight to look at the redhead a bit better.
"Yes. That," she said sharply as she shot another glare at the redhead, "is Ron Weasley."
"Pleasure," Ron the redhead said happily, extending his hand.
Reggie shook it, flashing an understanding smile. He then turned his attention back to the person he had come over to meet. Harry gave an exhausted look at his friends but finally turned back to Reggie.
"And obviously you know who I am. So what can I do for you Reginald?" Harry said warmly, although still a bit quizzical.
"P-p-please. Shrimp is f-fine. I-i-if you must, then R-r-reggie," Reggie answered timidly.
He much preferred no one calling him Reginald. He had no good memories of anyone who called him by his full first name. Shrimp was preferrable as odd as that may seem.
"Alright.......Reggie then. What did you need Reggie?" Potter said happily.
"W-w-well, I just w-w-wanted to meet you," Reggie said, a bit more nervously than before but still calm. "And to a-ask you when Q-q-quidditch tryouts w-would be."
"I'm sorry but first years aren't allowed to play," Potter said, his faced saddened a pinch.
"I-i-I know. B-b-b-but I h-have permission from P-p-professor McGonnagal to try out for the t-team," Reggie was still nervous but a bit more confident for saying that.
He had gotten McGonnagal's permission before even leaving for the train at King's Cross. Someone had cleverly taken a portrait of him flying on the Nimbus 2001 his mysterious benefactor had given him. That someone had sent the portrait along with a note asking if he could try out to her.
On foot Reggie was a bit slow and almost quite clumbsy because of his size. On a broom however, he was all kinds of fast and wicked graceful. Not to mention he presented a very small target for bludgers to aim at. McGonnagal, knowing the team needed two new chasers, could hardly say no to him just trying out.
"Really?" Potter responded with a good bit of surprise. "You must be pretty good on a broom if she gave you permission."
"I-I guess. I've only seen a few of the o-other orphans f-f-fly," Reggie said.
"Well, try outs will be on Friday at 6pm. Good luck with it. We have a few spots to fill in," Harry answered cheerfully but again with a slightly quizzical expression.
Reggie couldn't blame him. He imagined that everyone would be fearful he'd be killed once he met up with a bludger. That was fine by him though. The more people underestimated him the better.
"Thanks. It w-was nice meeting you all," Reggie said, most of his nervousness gone.
He waved cheerily at the trio and then turned to go up to his room. It was starting to get late and he was pretty tired. Tomorrow would be a long day for him and he would need his rest for it.




OOC: Another request. If no one objects could I take up the role of Ronald Weasley? Writing that part of this post was just too fun!! I wouldn't mind playing Hermione as well.

[DarkBlastoise]

~V~ Morbrid [Chaos] - 6th Year Slytherin {Beater} ~V~

The day after the Feast, we were given our class schedules, but thats not what stirred me...

They had posted the Line-Ups for the Quidditch House Teams, and to my suprise, Shrimp was the new Gryffindor Chaser,

"well, it seems I will have to teach him a lesson..." I commented, "oh well, thats how you play the game..." I finished, walking towards Charms Class...

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OOC: yeah yeah, short post, just wanted to comment on JT's last post

[Toxicity]

~*^*~Ami Zypher - 6th Year Slytherin~*^*~
It was now the say after the feast....I felt life turning its back on me again. Maybe why I was placed in Slytherin was because of my damned disorders and my mother....a former Slytherin herself. My father was a Ravenclaw, but it didn't matter now. I see now that my true colors aren't pure venomous dark green...but a bit of emotional blue and a darkened heart. A tortured soul I was. I was too shy to admit how I felt on the inside....I know Malfoy wouldn't accept it. The only I could trust now here was Morbrid....despite we have no relationship now, and none starting soon. The pale sunlight glinted in my eyes and the small rubies, and I learned the Quidditch lineup for the other houses.

"Ah....what the hell." I muttered, going onward towards Charms...first class of the day. Life wasn't good for me....and nobody cared at all. Nobody loves me....I nearly started crying, but didn't.

[Lorelei]

STUPID POWEROUTS. Kanata has had power, but my mom says, "Don't use the computer, as we'll use up the power..." etc etc, grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Lorelei
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All the looks that were drawn from my name and Draco's name made me almost laugh out loud. I sat through the remainder of the speech quietly, playing with my silver utensils boredly and twirling them around on my fingers. After it was over, I rose with the rest of the teachers and wandered out, wondering how in the hell I would remember how to find my office.

I wandered the halls for quite a bit, trying to remember, until I remembered it was on the grounds, the office ajoint to the classroom. The teacher... who was she? Didn't know... but her room had been ripped apart by a random classroom whirlwind. I redirected my path, from third floor to first, and pushed open the heavy doors and circled the castle until I found the class. Dumbledore had given me a set of keys, and I tried each into the lock before finding the right one. I pushed into the room and straight through into my office.

The floor was hardwood, and a large fourposter was shoved against the wall, with a thick navy velvet canopy. A magical fire crackled rather loudly against another wall, and a tall wardrobe with navy handles was at the end of the bed. A desk with bundles of parchement was on the far side, and my trunk was deposited on my bed neatly.

[Ginger Cat]

Severus Snape ~ Potions Master ~ Head of Slytherin
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The students had long ago been sent to their dormitories, but I was still obligated to patrol the hallways. Why did the Headmaster have this lovely tendency to assign me to late night guard duty on the first day that the students came? Ah well. If I saw any, they’d be damned sure not to leave the dormitories again when they weren’t supposed to.

As of yet, the night hadn’t been as terrible as it could have been. I had caught a few students sneaking through the shadows of the hallway; honestly, did they believe that shadows could sufficiently cover their presence? It didn’t matter what they thought, though. All that really mattered was that I found them, and find them I had. They were back in their dorms now; I’d escorted them myself.

Hopefully, there would be little more disturbance through the night. Classes would begin the next day and, much as I wasn’t looking forward to them, I had to be ready for them. Honestly, sometimes keeping the damned students at their work could be as tasking as working for… All right, not nearly as taxing as all of that. Usually.

Folding my arms, I sighed inwardly while keeping my face entirely blank--it was a rather useful trick that had come in handy more times than I could count. The ability to appear blank, to be unreadable, was what had saved my life on many occasions. No doubt, it would yet again some time in the near future.

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Lucius Malfoy
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I’d written a letter to send by owl to our son the next morning. Not that there was much to say to him, really. It seemed… appropriate to write the letter. Narcissa had already planned on sending him letters along with her usual line of garbage. Ah well. Whatever kept the boy quiet, right? I glanced over once more what I had written.


Draco,

Survive your year at school without much of a row. Do stay out of trouble. It is, after all, best not to raise any sort of suspicion at this time. Once you’ve come home, you may do whatever your mother allows you to do. Until then, keep away from the extreme.

Someone has been asking about you. Whether you care about this or not, you’d damned well better pay attention when I speak of it to you, and I will do so the moment you return home.

No doubt you shall hear from your mother near to daily. I doubt very much that you will hear from me until you return over the break--we do expect you to return at that time, Draco.

~Your Father


That would suffice. There were perhaps other letter to write, but I was finished with that business until morning. Now it was time to walk up to the tower, to attempt to sleep, and to finally give up and sleep and stare off into the night. The enticing darkness of the night.

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Chauvelin Aermand ~ 7th year Slytherin
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The speech had been the same as it was every year; go figure. Dumbledore seemed to enjoy the cheery, “fire it up” speech at the beginning of the year. It worked on the first years, so perhaps it wasn’t entirely pointless. By the time I’d reached the seventh year, however, it’d become nearly as wearisome as the History of Magic classes had been. That was certainly saying something, wasn’t it?

I headed up to the dormitory alone. My fellow Slytherins were milling about; I managed to nab the password from another seventh year who happened to be one of the prefects. The poor bastard was attempting to control a raucous crowd of first years when I found him, and seemed glad for the diversion. I left him with them after expressing my deepest sympathy for his position, than headed down to the Slytherin dormitories.

Many students had already made their way there, but it didn’t matter much. I unpacked without much hassle, then wrote for a while in my journal. My roommates entered sporadically; as they did so, I spoke with them for a while. As much as others seem to think most Slytherins wearisome, I find them to be immensely interesting during conversations. At least, my dormmates seemed to be. Our local prefect entered last, disheveled and looking irritated. By the time he fell into bed, he’d been cheered slightly. Enough so that he’d probably gone to sleep easily.

Around me, my mates dropped off into sleep. When they had all fallen under, I wrote for a while, my hand flying over the paper. When I finally decided that it was high time for me to fall into sleep, I set the journal and pen down, then lay down on my bed. I stared at the ceiling, than felt my eyes close slowly. Yes, it had been another day at Hogwarts… And tomorrow would be another. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow…

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Chauvelin Aermand
Monday:
Block One- Literature
Block Two- Transfigurations w/ Gryffindor
Block Three- Advanced DADA

Tuesday:
Block One- Potions w/ Ravenclaw
Block Two- DADA w/ Ravenclaw
Block Three- Advanced Transfigurations

Wednesday:
Block One- Potions w/ Ravenclaw
Block Two- Transfigurations w/ Gryffindor
Block Three- Dramatics

Thursday:
Block One- Potions w/ Ravenclaw
Block Two- Transfigurations w/ Gryffindor
Block Three- Advanced DADA

Friday:
Block One- DADA w/ Ravenclaw
Block Two- Advanced Transfigurations
Block Three- Dramatics


Rvevian Marson
Monday:
Block One- Literature and Art
Block Two- Potions w/ Gryffindor
Block Three- Advanced DADA

Tuesday:
Block One- DADA w/ Hufflepuff
Block Two- Transfigurations w/ Ravenclaw
Block Three- Advanced Potions

Wednesday:
Block One- Transfigurations w/ Ravenclaw
Block Two- Potions w/ Gryffindor
Block Three- Dramatics

Thursday:
Block One- Transfigurations w/ Ravenclaw
Block Two- DADA w/ Hufflepuff
Block Three- Advanced DADA

Friday:
Block One- Advanced Potions
Block Two- DADA
Block Three- Dramatics

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All right, so those, if you've not figured it already, are thier scheduales... You don't have to come up with something exactly like that now; if you want to go with a day by day scheduale for the first "week" of classes, fine by me. Just, please, try to keep as close to this as possible. Please realize:
-Dramatics classes are held on the same days for all ages. Same with Liturature and Art.
-Advanced classes include all students in all hosues of same age--possibly of all ages, if that works out best.
-Try to work with the scheduale sof others. While it is possible for the same years/houses to ahve separate blocks for classes, it's quite unlikely.

If there's anything I forgot, I'll tyr to remember it. O_o Yeah, that'd be good...
And if you've any questions/requests, please say so...
Thanks.

[midnightangel]

~Jaiden Moore~6th Year~Slytherin~
Monday:
Block One- Literature and Art
Block Two- Potions w/ Gryffindor
Block Three- Advanced DADA

Tuesday:
Block One- DADA w/ Hufflepuff
Block Two- Charms w/ Gryffindor
Block Three- Advanced Potions

Wednesday:
Block One- Transfigurations w/ Ravenclaw
Block Two- Potions w/ Gryffindor
Block Three- Charms w/ Gryffindor

Thursday:
Block One- Transfigurations w/ Ravenclaw
Block Two- DADA w/ Hufflepuff
Block Three- Advanced DADA

Friday:
Block One- Advanced Potions
Block Two- Study of Ancient Runes
Block Three- Arithmancy

~Jaiden Moore~6th Year~Slytherin~
The new day greeted me quicker than I wanted it to. I heard my alarm clock buzzing noisly in my ear I groaned as i reached over to shut off the alarm, then I pulled the pillow over my head. I could hear the sounds of my dorm mates muttering to themselves as they shuffled off to the bathroom or to their trunks for their clothing.
Personally I would've liked five more minutes of sleep--or better yet five more minutes of not seeing our Head of House anytime soon, but I know that won't happen this year. Or next year either.

Last night after supper had been horrible. After talking briefly with Rwyen Yiaro--the young man from Ravenclaw, I had somehow forgotten that I was supposed to meet with the Quidditch team captain for our first "meeting". After saying a hasty goodbye to Rwyen, I hurried out of the dining hall--and I became totally lost. I took several wrong turns, and wound up in front of the Gryffindor's, not Slytherin's tower. After a hasty apology, I retraced my steps correctly, but wound up on the receiving end of Peeves the Poltergeist's antics. I was pelted with chalk, wads of parchment, and I even dodged a trash can that was hurled in my direction. I am still have Peeve's "Little Lost Girl" song ringing in my head. Not a pretty thing to hear.....

But what had been the worst was my Head of House, Professor Snape. I was heading toward the Great Hall again, when I was cornered by him. He had chastsized me for being out of my dorm past curfew, and when I tried to explain the situation, I met with a cold stare. It was when he saw my robe, saw the house I was in, he said evenly "It's all for the student's best interest." and led me straight to Slytherin Tower where my new home would be....

I knew I wasn't getting any more sleep right now so I flung the covers off of my bed only to hear one of my dormmates grumble "Watch it..." I sat up and soon discovered it was none other than Pansy. I rolled my eyes at her and quietly slid from my comfortable bed and searched my trunk for my books and my clothes.
I was dressed and was brushing my hair back when I heard from the door another girl--one of the seventh years say "Better hurry...breakfast is soon. And you don't wan't to keep Professor Snape waiting. He hates it when anyone's tardy...especially the first day."

With that, everyone of us hurried down the stairs and headed toward the Great Hall for breakfast. Most of the students were already there having their breakfast. I had just finished with some toast and jam, when I noticed the Heads of house coming down and heading out the schedules.

Professor Snape stopped next to me and handed out schedules to a light haired boy named Draco and Pansy, then to me "I see that you made it to breakfast without getting lost again, Miss Moore." and he kept moving down the table. I kept my eyes down but I knew I was flushing from being embarassed. Draco looked shocked and I heard Pansy giggling behind her napkin...

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~Madison Alexander~6th Year~Ravenclaw~
Monday:
Block One- DADA w/Gryffindor
Block Two- Charms w/Hufflepuff
Block Three- Advanced Transfigurations

Tuesday:
Block One- Muggle Studies
Block Two- Potions w/ Hufflepuff
Block Three- Advanced Charms

Wednesday:
Block One- Transfigurations w/ Slytherin
Block Two- Charms w/Hufflepuff
Block Three- Potions w/ Hufflepuff

Thursday:
Block One- Transfigurations w/ Slytherin
Block Two- Literature and Art
Block Three- Advanced Transfigurations

Friday:
Block One- Advanced Charms
Block Two- Arithmancy
Block Three- DADA w/Gryffindor

~Madison Alexander~6th Year~Ravenclaw~

I gave my kitty one last pat before I headed out to breakfast. I said hello to a few students as I came in, and sat down to a platter of scrambled eggs, toast and sausage. As I ate, I glanced over my schedule at once Hmmm...going to start off the day with a bang eh? Defense Against the Dark Arts with Gryffindor. I only hope it's better than that crap that was forced on us last year. Reading a book indeed~~what rubbish.

I had just finished my juice when I saw Jaiden heading out the hall, so I ran to catch up with her.
"How's everything Jai?" I asked
She rolled her eyes "Ok..."

I knew something was bothering her already so I walked with her to her first class while she told me of the bad evening she had. She had gotten herself lost, been on the receiving end of Peeve's welcoming committee, and got caught out of her dorm by the Head of House. I couldn't help but to smile. Jaiden said "It's not funny Madison...I mean seriously don't they believe in a map around here?"

I shook my head "It's happened to alot of us around here...we just get used to it and keep going. Don't let bother you too much cousin."

To change the subject I asked Jaiden about her schedule. She had Literature this morning then after that was Potions. She made a face at that. All I said was "So you had a rough start Jai, big deal. All you have to do in Potions is relax and listen to Professor Snape's instructions. As long as you do that, you won't have any problem."

I looked at my watch "But I will have a big problem if I don't get to class..." I patted Jai's shoulder and continued to my DADA class....

*OOC: Fixing post ~heh heh

[MarshmallowEgg]

Rouge Channing - F - 5th year Gryffindor

Monday:
Block One- Literature and Art
Block Two- DADA w/ Hufflepuff
Block Three- Arithmancy

Tuesday:
Block One- Charms w/ Ravenclaw
Block Two- Potions w/ Ravenclaw
Block Three- Transfiguration w/ Slytherin

Wednesday:
Block One- DADA w/ Hufflepuff
Block Two- Arithmancy
Block Three- Charms w/ Ravenclaw

Thursday:
Block One- Transfiguration w/ Slytherin
Block Two- DADA w/ Hufflepuff
Block Three- Potions w/ Ravenclaw

Friday:
Block One- Potions w/ Ravenclaw
Block Two- Transfiguration w/ Slytherin
Block Three- Charms w/ Ravenclaw

Rouge Channing - F - 5th year Gryffindor
*****

After the feast, we all headed up to our dorms. The prefects, Ron and Hermione, gave the portait of the Fat Lady the password, and everyone clambored into the common room. I managed to catch wind of the password as it traveled down the line of people waiting to get in. After entering the common room, I headed straight for bed. Normally I hung around and talked, but I was too tired today. As I entered the now-familiar room I smiled. My trunk was neatly resting on top of my bed, and I moved it underneath, then flopped down on my bed and closed my eyes. My last thought before drifting off was, It's great to be back.

OOC: Short >_< And I hope no one objects to the schedule - it was hard to do since I was the first 5th year to post >_<

[Elemental Seribii]

Schedule time...Oo;

Ruby Cynita - 5th Year Hufflepuff
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Reign didn't like the Owlery much, the owls bother him. He prefered to sleep on the opening window-thing on the tower.
Of course, he had to wake me up to announce his arrival, and basically woke up everyone else in the dorm.
"Ruby. Shut. That. Goddamn. Bird. Up. NOW."
"God, Ruby, I was having the best dream!" (This brought giggles, because everyone knew that Jasmine always dreamt about boys.)
"Sorry, sorry." I offered, and shushed Reign, who ruffled his wings and fell asleep.
***
I checked my nose (sometimes the piercing gets infected. Icky), and looked over the contacts on the table. "Accio contacts." I muttered, too tired to walk over there.
I opened the case, and put one on my finger. It immediately jumped into my eye, and I jolted. Hey, it was scary. At least I didn't have to touch my eye. When I had both in, had changed, I brushed my hair, and put some lipgloss on. Yeah, that should be it.
I wandered downstairs to the Great Hall, and sat down at the Hufflepuff table.
"Hey, Rub."
"Good morning, Ruby."
"Got contacts, Ruby?" Came a few shouts from the people who were already here, who weren't a lot.
"Yep. Morning." I replied, and got myself some scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. Drade gave me my schedule, and I looked it over.

Oh, how I love mornings.

Monday
Block One: Literature & Art
Block Two: DADA w/Gryffindor
Block Three: Care of Magical Creatures w/Gryffindor

Tuesday
Block One: Transfigurations
Block Two: Herbology w/Slytherin
Block Three: Advanced Charms

Wednesday
Block One: DADA w/Gryffindor
Block Two: Care of Magical Creatures w/Ravenclaw
Block Three: Dramatics

Thursday
Block One: Advanced Charms
Block Two: DADA w/Gryffindor
Block Three: Potions w/Slytherin

Friday:
Block One: Herbology
Block Two: Potions w/Ravenclaw
Block Three: Dramatics

Draco Malfoy - Prefect, 6th Year Slytherin
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(Do Prefects get their own room? I know there's a Prefect bathroom.)
The first night was highly uneventful. I heard Snape catch someone outside, before I fell asleep. I think Crabbe went past, too, because he was muttering about Goyle snoring, and Zabini whining for his mum. Er...yes.
***
I (luckily) got into the bathroom first. It can be hell trying to get in there if you're late. Dirty bathwater, dirty soap bars. Ewww. That stuff makes my skin crawl.
When I was dressed, I gelled back my hair, and then put my robes on, flicking the Prefect's badge.

I saw Pansy when I came out, her hair was a spastic wreck, and she has bags under her eyes.
"Need...make-up...and...brush..." She moaned, her eyeliner smudged down her face. I smirked, and closed the door behind her. Not a pretty sight if she forgot to close the door in the morning. Uhehehe...

Snape would get p*ssed if I wasn't there quite early.

When most of Slytherin was at the table, me and Pansy started passing out the schedules. Pansy had thick eyeliner on, and had been trying to hide the rest of her face while Snape was talking, to the first years mostly.

It appears it was Jaiden who was caught by Snape. Pansy giggled like a hyena behind her napkin. I just looked at her (as did most of the table), and she looked away, her cheeks going red. A few laughs came, then a few whispers.

I also got a letter from Father and Mother, I feel loved.

I almost dropped Father's letter after I read it, and luckily, quickly composed myself. Pansy didn't pay any attention, her compact mirror still opened.

Goyle flicked some sausage at Crabbe, and they both started laughing, which sounds more like two a**es, which, they are.
Zabini was ranting about his schedule, saying he couldn't stand whatever he had last on Friday.

Mother's letter was basically just motherly gushing, but it always made me smil-smirk. Smirk. No smiling.

Monday
Block One- Literature & Art
Block Two- Potions w/ Gryffindor
Block Three- Advanced DADA

Tuesday:
Block One- DADA w/ Hufflepuff
Block Two- Charms w/ Gryffindor
Block Three- Advanced Potions

Wednesday:
Block One- Transfigurations w/ Ravenclaw
Block Two- Potions w/ Gryffindor
Block Three- Charms w/Gryffindor

Thursday:
Block One- Transfigurations w/ Ravenclaw
Block Two- DADA w/ Hufflepuff
Block Three- Advanced DADA

Friday:
Block One- Advanced Potions
Block Two- Flying
Block Three- Arithmancy
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(X-x Hope I got everything right...)

[Ultimate Charizard]

This is a post for Bulbasaur4, she is having comp trouble which is stopping her posting so im posting this up for her.

*
^^;; Uh, you must have not seen it Angel, but in my last Rywen post, I had him talking to Jaiden after the dinner. ^^; But that's okay... no big deal.


Cayria Tseugga - F - Slytherin


Monday:
Block One- Divination
Block Two- Transfigurations w/ Gryffindor
Block Three- Advanced DADA

Tuesday:
Block One- Potions w/ Ravenclaw
Block Two- DADA w/ Ravenclaw
Block Three- Advanced Transfigurations

Wednesday:
Block One- Potions w/ Ravenclaw
Block Two- Transfigurations w/ Gryffindor
Block Three- Advanced Divination

Thursday:
Block One- Potions w/ Ravenclaw
Block Two- Transfigurations w/ Gryffindor
Block Three- Advanced DADA

Friday:
Block One- DADA w/ Ravenclaw
Block Two- Advanced Transfigurations
Block Three- Arithimancy

(Gave her basically the same schedule as Ging's char. ^^



Cayria - F - Slytherin
**

I had rolled my eyes most dramatically when I heard Draco, the idiot, shout out the password for the whole CASTLE to hear. Although I had no grudges against him, and I rather enjoyed most of his idiot anticts at Griffindor, some times he over did it. Oh well... wasn't my problem.

Entering the dorm, I quickly had choosen a nice bed and threw my stuff in the trunk at the foot of my bed. Actually, the only thing that was on a little dresser drawer next to my bed was a small, silver-charmed statue of a dragon with beady little green eyes of jewels. Yawning, and feeling rather tired... I quickly whistled loudly.
"What th- " Jaiden had said, she looked actually rather messed up and very tired. I pittied her, she already was getting lost for the 6th year? Shrugging I frowned as suddenly a black figure swooped down through the room which caused several people to jump and I smiled and bowed appologetically.
"Please excuse Xaiac, he likes to make a dramatic enterance."
The black figure landed upon my shoulder, my huge black Gyrfalcon with his charming, yet bewitching golden eyes stared at me.
" You can stay here Xaiac, but remind you- use the bathroom properly."
Xaiac seemed to nod, as he let a scree out and opened his massive wings with an impressive wingspan and he flew to the top of my bed and perched there, gazing below.
"That's going to give me nightmares, you're bird Cayria."
I shrugged..
" HE shouldn't. With Lord Volder-" I knew I would get crap if I said his name outloud, so I sighed..
" If that certain 'big scary wizard' were to try to get at one of us, Xaiac will spot it before it happens. I would find that comforting rather."
With that I got into bed... and let sleep easily consume me.

**

The morning came rather abruptly, and I got up to find that Xaiac was off some where. It didn't bother me, and I quickly got dressed and put my hair up into a rather clean look. Getting down to breakfast was rather easy and not too bad. I ate slowly... minding my own business, wondering when the other Slytherins would get down. I usually was always the first one to breakfast, simply because I always woke up so early...



Rywen Yiaro - 6th Year - Ravenclaw
**

Monday:
Block One- DADA w/Gryffindor
Block Two- Charms w/Hufflepuff
Block Three- Advanced Transfigurations

Tuesday:
Block One- Flying
Block Two- Potions w/ Hufflepuff
Block Three- Advanced Charms

Wednesday:
Block One- Transfigurations w/ Slytherin
Block Two- Care of Magical Creatures w/Griffindor
Block Three- Dramatics

Thursday:
Block One- Transfigurations w/ Slytherin
Block Two- Advanced DADA (Independant)
Block Three- Defense Against the Dark Arts w/Hufflepuff

Friday:
Block One- Care of Magical Creatures w/Slytherin
Block Two- Advanced Transfigurations
Block Three- Dramatics


Rywen Yiaro - M - 6th Year Ravenclaw (Prefect/QCapt.)
**

" Alright... remember guys, this password is rather important and you don't want to blab this to your friends."
I was at the front door, with a rather large crowd gathered. They looked rather impatient... and I didn't know where the other Prefect was. I had sweatdropped comically, after a little chat with Jaiden, the slytherin girl. Everyone seemed to accept me being late, as I spoke.
"Alright... the password is, Aveinstitial!"
The door swung open, and I saw many big eyes. I grinned,
"Hey, it is a long word... but aren't we supposed to be the bright ones in this castle? You'll be able to remember it fine."
I said, patting one of the first years on the head. Man,t hey were shorter then I remembered myself being. Oh well..I was always rather tall.

Getting into the hall, soon everyone was sorted out into what rooms they were supposed to go into, and soon I too, had my own dorm. Zev was in it, a fellow beater, and I soon collapsed into my bed as my kitty cat leapt in with me. Patting her soft black body as she curled up by my feet, soon I drifted to sleep..
**

"Pass the muffins?" I said to Madison, as she nodded and handed them to me. Tsing soon purred and rubbed against my legs, as I pulled my class schedule from her. It actually wasn't too bad...
"Double DADA?" I said, blinking slightly as I held the schedule rather farther away from me... strange.
" Double? Man... you'll have your hands full." Another Ravenclaw said, as I gazed at them.
"How would you know?"
"... uhh... well, look at teh teacher. She... she's got wings... and ... well-"
I rolled my eyes and stuffed some food in my mouth as I got up and smiled at a few of the people I knew.
" I've got to get to get to Defense Against the Dark Arts... that should be... interesting, to say the least." I saw Madison up ahead, and I remembered her saying she had it as well.
"Hey Maddie! Wait up!" I called.

XD Maddie!



Prof. Karie Velya - DADA Teacher - Animalus
**

I took a small sip of my tea as I sat in one of the hard-oak chairs which sat behind my desk. The room was rather spotless... and it felt good to have it almost in mint condition. I had a fireplace... which was neat, and it had been in a filthy mess when I had arrived. Of course, with all the things which happened last year... there were good enough reasons for it. With the help of magick however, it was not that bad.
I had a class today... it made me rather excited and nervous at teh same time. I loved teaching, and students learning was some thing rather positive. Much... well, far better then having to do missions for the Ministry. Most of them were a bunch of snoveling idiotic-

The door opened, and a student entered. I nodded to him and smiled rather pleasantly. As I quickly took out my wand and shouted..
"Fordeskiato!"
Instantly a stream of bright red writing filled the air, as it showed all the desks in a mini-drawing and the names of who was to sit where in it. This was my 6th years... RAvenclaw and Gryffindor.
" Please use that chart.."
I began to say, as more of the students entered.
" ... so you know where to sit. SOrry for not giving you the choice of where you desire to sit, but it will give me a chance to know your names better. Once we pass that stage, you can sit where you desire."
I heard only a few grumbles... but soon everyone was seated and I motioned my wand in the air. The drawing vanished, and I stood at the front of the classroom. Well... I guess an introductory speech would be nessicary.

" Greetings, my name is Prof. Karie Velya. I will be your new Defense AGainst the Dark Arts teacher, and although I am new to your school I am not new to the art of teaching. I used to go to Gatheria, the American Wizarding School, and I taught there for quite some time."
With this I smiled and my wings spread out a little bit from their usually tight folded postion.
" Thus, that is why my accent is not like yours, and my clothing choice is not robes. Dumbledore did not mind it... so I hope you will not mind it either."

With that I grabbed the Defense Against the Dark Arts book for 6th years, and opened it. I heard many groans... as I smirked under my hair as I gazed up at them.
" Take out your books. Now as you know, Lord Voldemort has risen once again... and-"
I noticed many of them had twitched when I said 'Lord Voldemort." Frowning... I began..
" -and, we must prepare you, the future of Wizarding, with the task of perhaps defending or attacking an enemy. So with this in mind, I would try not to flinch at the name Lord Voldemort, because you will be hearing it often."

Many nodded at this, as I said his name flawlessly with no twitching... it was so strange. SO many wizards had to wince at it... but I found the name just that, a name.
" Now that you have your books, I want to teach your a new spell which might cause some amusement. Wands out!"
With that many students grabbed their wands with eager excitement... I could tell their last teacher must have not been very... spell-bound?

" Now stand up, and point your wand at your book. In order for this spell to work... I want you to gather up all the hate inside of you, and aim it towards your book. Concentrate hard... and the effect you get will be far more dramatic. Now... Liexplosa!"
With that, the DADA 6th Year book exploded in front of me in an array of tiny particles of papers... which vanished in to thin air before they could hit the ground. A few colorful sparks also had happened... to add a little more visual affect. Many of the student's grew wide-eyed..
" Yes, you may all destroy your DADA books."

Many explosions occured during that hour... and little had difficulty thinking of some thing to make them want to explode their books. As soon as it was done, they sat down again and I smiled coyly.

" Now, that is my thoughts of books. They are rubbish, trash... utterly useless in the field of Magick. Unless you are studying history or perhaps how to write... they do not replace the art of teaching the actual act of magick. I heard last year the witch of a teacher before me made you read until your heads probably wanted to explode. Well, I'm gonna have you practice magick until your hands hurt... so reading is not some thing we will be doing in MY classroom."

With that, I then began to talk about curses... and how many wizards in the world today used many many curses to hurt their victims into torture or into slowly killing them one by one. Some curses led to insanity... some only to create small nuisances.
" Whatever the curse however, it CAN be deflected."
I continued, as I then began to talk about the deathly curses...
" Even the most powerful, horrible, deathly curse can be deflected or countered back... and this is going to be our first lesson. This lesson will be long, consuming a good amount of time during our future classes... but it will be worth if if you are ever encountering the evils which are out there during this time. Curses are a horrible thing students, especially when in the hands of cruel wizards."

With that, I began to teach the first method in deflecting curses..
" When deflecting curses, big or small... the first step is not to say the words of the deflecting spell and to point yoru wand... but to brace yourself. Although the deflecting spell will save your life, it is not powerful enough to make it so you feel nothing. Sure you wll not feel the effects of the curse... but you will feel some if a little pain or discomfort. Now, little curses... you can get away from feeling anything, but death curses... they must take a great amount of mental preparation."

The rest of the class consisted in taking hits from minor body-charging spells which they already knew... nothign big, just enough to knock you off your feet and perhaps scuff you up a bit. But it WAS very important... if you were to try to handle a curse with a deflecting curse, with out knowing the effects... you would fail in even trying to counter the curse at all.
At the end of class, many looked rather worn... but not disatasfied. I smiled... this class was good.
" Alright, this was a tough day...a s far as your body would say. Next class time, we'll begin to practice the words for the deflecting curse... counter curse, and backfire curse. Remind you, I don't expect anyone to handle them at first... but soon you'll get the handle of it. You may go."

With that I smiled, flapping my wings just a little bit to stretch them out as I put my wand away and watched them leave..

[Toxicity]

Alright...here's Ami schedule...^^;

Ami Zypher - 6th Year Slytherin
Monday:
Block 1: Literature and Art
Block 2: Herbology w/ Hufflepuff
Block 3: Care for Magical Creatures

Tuesday:
Block 1: DADA w/ Ravenclaw
Block 2: Potions w/ Gryffindor
Block 3: Herbology

Wednesday:
Block 1: Charms
Block 2: DADA w/ Gryffindor
Block 3: Dramatics

Thursday:
Block 1: Care for Magical Creatures w/ Ravenclaw
Block 2: DADA
Block 3: Potions w/ Hufflepuff

Friday:
Block 1: Charms w/ Gryiffindor
Block 2: Potions
Block 3: Dramatics

[Ginger Cat]

Scheduales are good. Yay.

Phoenix Renton
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Rain drizzled drearily, spattering the barely maintained street. This was near the back of an Irish town; needless to say, I was perhaps the least suspicious-looking character there. I had dismissed Mira for the time, bidding her to find something for dinner. As for myself, I was headed for a drink, and perhaps a revelation or two. Hopefully.

Striding through the mud, I pushed through the door of a tavern. Immediately, I was hit by a deep warmth. Dim yet entirely warm yellow light splashed over my face. The contrast between this world and the one outside was outstanding; for a moment, I was content to stand midway between the two worlds, absorbing the wonders of both. This wasn’t meant to last long, however. I realized that near to half of the population of the bar had turned to glare at me, at the invasion of the chill into their warmth. Obligingly, not wanting to cause trouble yet, I shut the door and stepped up to the counter.

It’s been quite a long time since I’d last had an actual drink. That filthy water at Azkaban didn’t count for anything and, while the water of the stream had been fresh, it had been somewhat insubstantial. I stood at the counter, waiting until the bartender inquired rather gruffly as to what I’d like. “A pint of whatever brew works best over here.”

He nodded absently, reaching behind him, grabbing a mug, and filling it from a tap. How nice. These taverns were so very much in the past that it was rather comforting. He handed the mug over to me and I paid, then walked over to an empty table. Much of the room was in shadows, many of those in the barroom spoke in hushed voices. This was a place where damned near anyone could go unnoticed. Hell, it was almost like the Hogs Head up in everyone’s favorite wizarding village. Come to think of that, it’d been quite a long time since I’d been up there. The last time must have been when I’d been with the school. What an amusing thought.

Yes, the school. I would need to pay it a visit--maybe I’d do that before I dropped in on old Tom. Or maybe I’d send my dear friend a message first. Either way, I’d be sure to check on the school at some time. Just to see how everything was running, maybe see who was teaching the class, see what the students were up to.

My, my. Wouldn’t Albus be surprised if he saw me? Maybe not, but then.. Yes, he would. He always had underestimated nearly the entire population of the world. Many called him clever, but he was quite plainly a fool. Rather a trusting fool, too.

Leaning back, I breathed in deeply, then took a drink out of the mug. It was indeed wonderful; smooth, with the welcoming taste of this very tavern filling it. Yes, indeed, it was lovely to be free.

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[DarkBlastoise]

dear GOD this is confusing @_@, someone please tell me if ive made any mistakes

~-*> Morbrid Chaos - 6th Year Slytherin <*-~

Monday:
Block 1: Literature and Art
Block 2: Transfiguration w/ Hufflepuff
Block 3: Care for Magical Creatures

Tuesday:
Block 1: DADA w/ Ravenclaw
Block 2: Potions w/ Gryffindor
Block 3: Transfiguration

Wednesday:
Block 1: Charms
Block 2: DADA w/ Gryffindor
Block 3: Literature and Art

Thursday:
Block 1: Care for Magical Creatures w/ Ravenclaw
Block 2: DADA
Block 3: Potions w/ Hufflepuff

Friday:
Block 1: Charms w/ Gryiffindor
Block 2: Potions
Block 3: Literature and Art


EDIT: there I basicallt copied GL's (sorry bout that ^_^;; ) but changed it a little...

[Elemental Seribii]

DB: Yesh, schedules are very confusing. Oo; For putting yourself with other houses, just check other 6th year schedules, and see who has classes w/Slytherin. (ie., Angel's char, Madison, has Transfigurations with Slytherin, Wednesday, Block One.). You can kind of rotate around that. Hope I helped. ^-^;

Sai Tronatica
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I was typing madly on ye olde typewriter, oblivious to anything else but the slightly rhythmatic clicking.

I snapped out of it when I heard a giggle.

Donatello was dancing on a piece of paper, paint on his paws, and color everywhere on the paper that basically covered the small table.

I stood up, and walked over to the table, where Donatello was in the water bowl, washing himself. He looked up at me when I was done, smiling a ferret-smile. I picked him up, and wrapped him up in a white towel, and rubbed him. He giggled again, and when he was semi-dry, escaped the towel and scurried up my shoulder.

"Donatello, your fur isn't all dry! Come down." I looked at my shoulder, where Donatello was 'talking' to me, obviously not happy.

I reached up (thank God for my old Quidditch reflexes.), and snatched him in the towel, and he tried to get away again. I didn't let him go until I was sure he was dry.

He went back up on my shoulder, and started yelling at me. I just scratched his head absent mindedly, and headed downstairs, out of the Inn.

Walking the streets of London, I fiddled with the snake ring on my right ring finger, and it hissed. It was a gift from my Father from ages ago, when I was only in my 5th year.

I was wearing Muggle clothes, which wasn't all that strange in Magical London now. Not that I wasn't used to getting weird looks.

I walked into Ollivanders, where another kid was getting a wand. Mr. Ollivanders looked up, and gave me a creepy smile. The kid looked slightly terrified. If that's possible.

"Ah, Ms. Tronatica. 11 inches, Holly and a Sphinx's Heart, am I right? You got a wand long before I stopped such ingredients."
I just grinned, and he continued helping the boy in front of me. Pfft, yeah. You could get an 'illegal' wand from Ollivander if you knew how.

"Mr. Ollivander, if you don't mind...is there a spell that can conjure a living, breathing, copy of anyone?"

His head snapped up, and his clear blue eyes flashed. It was quite well known that Ollivander knew almost every spell ever cast.

"No, Ms. Tronatica. No spell that I know of."

I nodded, and said goodbye. Hmm. So, unless Ollivander is lying because of some twisted secrecy thing...

Could be a magical reaction. Donatello was now on my head, chattering wildly.

I laughed, and headed back to Flourish and Blotts. If I can find another decent book. On old Arctic shaman and medicine men, and the Magical people there. Hmm, that should do it.

Yah.
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[Avian Freeze]

Yeesh, schedules? x_x.

Zev, 5th Year Ravenclaw
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Rywen had arrived late as usual. We had all gotten used to it by now and it was no big deal. "Alright, the password is...Aveinstitial!" Great, a long password to remember x_x. Well, we all gathered into our dorms and I noticed that a few of us had been put into the same dorm. Rywen immediately slumped down on his bed and fell asleep within a matter of minutes. Zane was in the same room as well and we all got ready to go to bed. Tomorrow would be our first day at Hogwarts...again. It was a comfortable feeling to be back here again. I hoped this year would be interesting. I couldn't wait to play Quidditch again as well. Rywen and I were an awesome duo as beaters and with our chasers, Clair, Luna, and Madison, we would be unbeatable, not to mention our seeker, Zane. Heh, maybe I was getting a bit overconfident, but our House should do well this year.

I lay down on my bed, thinking about everything else. Another new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Heh, she was an interesting character, and Animalus I think. Those wings were an amazing sight to behold, and I wondered what kind of teacher she would be. I was eager to get some ACTUAL DADA training in this year. I was sick of reading books about DADA, it was time for us to actually use spells.

The new Charms teacher was pretty interesting as well. He had a menacing aura around him at night, though in the day he was quite cheerful. Nonetheless, he was a mysterious character. What surprises would happen this year? Every year I had been at Hogwarts, something big always happened. This year would probably be no different.

I glanced to my right, and noticed that Zane was now soundly asleep as well, his heavy breathing causing me to realize that. I sighed, I was usually the last one asleep. Perhaps I thought too much. Hell, I was thinking to much right now. I turned to my side and within a few minutes, was able to fall asleep.

* * *

I woke up yawning, and stretched my arms. Apparently Zane and Rywen had already left. Not only was I the last one to sleep, I was usually the last one to wake as well. I quickly did the usual morning routine and put my robes on, walking down to the Great Hall. Mostly everyone had already gathered to receive their schedules. After eating a quick breakfast, my schedule was given to me. With Gavin perched on my shoulder, we both examined my agenda.

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Monday
Block One: Transfiguration with Slytherin
Block Two: Care of Magical Creatures
Block Three: Herbology

Tuesday
Block One: Charms with Gryffindor
Block Two: Potions with Gryffindor
Block Three: Herbology

Wednesday
Block One: Transfiguration
Block Two: Care of Magical Creatures with Hufflepuff
Block Three: Defense Against the Dark Arts with Slytherin

Thursday
Block One: Transfiguration
Block Two: Defense Against the Dark Arts
Block Three: Defense Against the Dark Arts

Friday
Block One: Potions with Gryffindor
Block Two: Potions with Hufflepuff
Block Three: Charms with Gryffindor

OOC: Yah, tried to match this with Ruby and Rouge since they're both 5th years too ^^;.

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Oh boy, every day except Thursday we would be sharing classes with another House. That would be pretty reckless. Double Potions AND Defense Against the Dark Arts? Great, more work -_-;;. I noticed everyone was exiting the hall and I quickly stuffed my schedule in my pocket, and made my way to Transfiguration.

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Whee :D.

[Ginger Cat]

Rvevian Marson ~ 6th Year Slytherin
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Transfigurations, Potions, and then Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts? Not a bad day, all in all; as long as certain houses could keep themselves under control, of course. Some of them seemed to take these shared class times as field days… God help us if they decided to do so again.

Sighing, I gathered my books from the table and started towards Transfigurations. Honestly, I couldn’t wait until I’d gotten myself out of the this school; how long could one stand to be here? I suppose I should’ve been glad to be going to a wizarding school but, God… Some of the people here. And the air. Something was wrong with the air here. Not the atmosphere, no, just the general feeling of the place. Drastically wrong.

How funny. I was predicting disaster, and I’d only had to heard the Divination bull**** the few times I’d seen the Professor out of that class. It seemed to fit in that sort of vein but, really, it was only a feeling. In all likelihood, everything here was as fine as fine could be. Of course something felt wrong; with all that was going on outside of this little world, nothing could be entirely right.

It was strange to see how many of my classmates seemed to forget entirely about what happened in the “outside world”. I suppose it had something to do with the school and its damned rules about keeping everything inside the school and leaving outside events quiet. What use did three hours of Binns droning on about old gnomes do us when there was a war raging outside--or, rather, near to raging? Certainly, we needed to know our history and how this had happened, but we needed to know of these current times to be able to act in them.

It wasn’t my business, though. After all, I was only a student; what did I know?

There was the classroom. I slipped into it, taking a seat in the back to myself. Better to be in the back, where I could observe everyone else. Perhaps, also, better to be alone.

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Chauvelin Aermand ~ 7th Year Slytherin
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We all have our better sides, and we all have our darker sides.

What?

I started slightly in my tracks, pausing with my pants half pulled on. It was true, of course, but something in that had struck me. I pulled up my pants quickly, then dashed to my bedside and scribbled the note down on a pad of paper. ”We all have our better sides, and we all have our darker sides.” It seemed as if there was something connected with that, possibly something dealing with my own self, possibly something connected to many. Maybe.

Throwing my belongings in my bag, I shoved it over my shoulder and bolted from the room. Behind me, I heard my roommates follow as students from the other rooms glanced out at us wearily. So what if we were somewhat rowdy in the morning? It woke us up, after all. Got us down to the Hall right early, too, and therefore we were never late for class. All right, we were rarely late for our first class. Most of us.

They’d be rid of us by the end of the year. That’s right, because we were finally going to be released from the school. That alone was worth celebrating, wasn’t it? A chance to join the actual world, to be away from this mini-society. How lovely that would be.

And where to go to? Hopefully a theatre; yes, that’d be rather nice. What better to do with my life than to act? To perform on a stage? My parents became rather pissy every time I brought the subject up, but to hell with that, to hell with them. I’d told them a long time ago that I was interested in the stage; they hadn’t listened then, and they’ve been doing their best to ignore me as of late. Ah well. Not as if they could stop me from doing it.

There was breakfast, and there were the schedules. I looked the entirety of mine over before returning to today’s list: potions, transfiguration, and then advanced defense. Sounded like a good enough day to me. Then again, I’d chosen my classes because I’d found them to be interesting when I’d taken them before. They could only get better, right? Or, rather, I could hope that they would.

After finishing what food I’d taken, I headed toward the dungeon with three of my dorm mates; the forth had been scheduled for the earlier Literature and Arts class, while two of our dorm mates and I were scheduled to take that Wednesday. The room hadn’t yet been opened when we arrived, but we were early and therefore unsurprised by the fact. We waited for a few minutes as the Ravenclaws and a few of our female housemates showed up. When the Professor opened the door, we poured into the classroom, sliding into seats and waiting for the lesson to begin.

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[DarkBlastoise]

Errr...quick question....where the hell do we fit in Quidditch Practice!?!?!?! 0.o

-~+ Morbrid Chaos - 6th Year Slytherin +-~

I awoke to the grumbling and moaning of my dormates on the first morning of class

After creeping downstairs to a bowl of lukewarm poridge as breakfast, I scurried off to class and class was well...different...

Of course I did something as retarded as mixing up my schedule to believe I had Charms first, but quickly ran to L & A before I could get in trouble for it...^_^;;;

I wound up sitting next to Ami, who strangely had the near identical schedule I had... really odd...

L & A went well, Prof. *insert name here ^_^;;;* was kind enough NOT to give us homework on the first day of class,

Then I ran to Transfiguration with the Hufflepuffs, many of whom shot nasty remarks about me and tryed to distance themselves from me...Of all the Houses, ive been recieving the most heat from the Hufflepuffs, and I have NO idea why...

McGonnagall was, as usual, her sarcastic self, giving us a long lecture on the School's situation AND to top it off, Homework in the form of a scroll-length Essay about How Different Wands Give Transfigured Animals Different Effects....oh joy...

But Care of the Magical Creatures was...very very "moderate" compared to the antics of Hagrid from the past couple of years,

Many of the Slytherins (including myself) thought Draco would get the My-Nephew-Is-The-Best-Student-EVER treatment from Ms. Malfoy...but Malfoy never bragged about his Aunt, and Ms. Malfoy wasnt exactly baby-ing her cousin...

Sure I wasnt in his class but thats what I expected...

Anyways, long story short, Ms. Malfoy brought a Monkey-like creature in a cage, but it was slimey, and had blue-ish fur, but the most notible thing about it was the fact it had but one eyeball...

"Class" Ms. Malfoy said, "This is a Devorr, at the beginning of its life its a round, egg like beast..." but then she continued in a voice that terrified some, but intrigued others, like yours truly, "Then is consumes, and devours other random animal-like corpses, and absorbes their limbs and bodily organs..."

As some of the students "ooed" and "aahed", Ms. Malfoy continued on, "But unfortunantly, these creatures dont live long, now students, why do you think that is?"

but before many of the Slytherin loud-mouths could speak, Ms. Malfoy finished, "Dont tell me, I want you all to write me a Scroll-long essay about Why a Devorr Doesnt Live Long...and its due the next time you see me, class dismissed"

So that was the first day, oh joy...

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okay that was a pitiful post, but it was MY pitiful post, anyways, I hope someone can answer my question...

[Lorelei]

Oooh! Classes!

Lorelei
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"Devorr's start as small, round, blue eggs, about the size of an ostrich's egg..." I repeated what I had learned from Professor Tvietz all those years ago, plus from the Magical Creatures department of the Ministry. I held up the copper-wire cage, and then put it down on my desk.

The monkey inside was not what could be called beautiful. It was a sort of squirrel monkey, with a dull, sick blue coat that looked water-logged and wet, though it was quite dry. Round black eyes looked around, and the thing chattered stupidly in a screechy voice, chittering like Destiny Patil used to. Thinking this, I glanced blankly at Parvati in the back row, who was painting her nails under the desk. I ignored that.

"...it consumes, and devours corpses, usually rotten, dug up crap from cemetaries, still rather fresh but already hours dead, and eats their limbs and organs. The odd time, they'll go for fresh kills, but they tend to prefer sucking all the dead stuff, vile and rotten..." I continued on, in a tone that suggested I was interested in my own topics, when I truthfully wanted to just drag them into the forest and flaunt off the unicorns and the more interesting things, like the Mooncalves.

Some people looked like they wanted to vomit violently at the thought of such a tiny thing digging up rotten flesh of consume, but some looked interested.

The class was a quite interesting mix of people. A total of about twenty or so students, half girls, half guys. Potter was half-asleep, and that reminded me quite a bit of James: always uninterested and looking half dead. Weasley, yawning. Granger, attention directed unblinkingly to class. Brown, make-up, Patil, nail polishing. Three other gryffindor boys I hadn't seen yet. More girls. The Slytherins were more recogizable.

Goyle, Crabbe. Fat, lazy sluggards, like their fathers. Pfft. Draco, blonde-haired mini-clone of his father, but with a whiny pretty-boy attitude instead of all-powerful bastard. Ugly girl. Pug-like girl. Zabini, I knew her mother from work.

"But unfortunantly, these creatures dont live long, now students, why do you think that is?"

As I could have expected, as people had warned me, Hermione Granger's hand shot up like a bullet, as a few raised hands too suggest things, but I smiled, glancing at the clock.

"Dont tell me, I want you all to write me a six-inch-long essay about why Devorres don't live long...and its due next class. Also, next class, we'll drop Devorres, because they are possibly the most boring creatures I've ever dealed with. So we're going to something a little more to your level, as Devorres are fifth-grade things."

I flipped randomly through the book, paused on a random page, and announced, "Hippocampus. That's level enough for you."

Woah, what an interesting day. I wonder if its early enough to bother Severus

[DarkBlastoise]

*applauds* nice post Lorelei

uh, another question, besides Quidditch Practice, when will the actual games actually take place?