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

[Ginger Cat]

The Fury and the Nocturne

Starting time, yay. First, a brief overview of the so called plot…


This is a Hogwarts RPG. It will take place prominently at the school, and will be during the year after the Order of the Phoenix--Harry’s sixth year, if you will. So yes, there will be spoilers if you've yet to read the book. This is sort of a sequel to Aegri Somnia, though you certainly need not have been in that RPG to be in this one. In fact, this fact will mainly concern some of the adults of the RPG, and a few family lines.

The world is in terrible danger, it seems. Voldemort has begun his rise to power. Azkaban has become useless, since the dementors have recently left their posts. Trust is becoming very difficult to find and to get. Attacks have been made on various groups and individuals, some of these producing fatalities.

However, there is hope for the Muggles and those who are Muggle-born. The Order of the Phoenix, now in alliance with the greater part of the Ministry of Magic, has been repressing the Death Eaters. Their efforts have led to victories for their side, though it seems that the conflict is nowhere near an end.

At Hogwarts, life is to go on as always. The students have received their letters, and most are going to return to the school. The parents, for their part, seem to understand that the school is the safest place for these children. Here they will continue their education and will be kept away from the looming danger.


If you’d like to sign up or to add another character, the forms and guidelines are in the sign-up topic. Late sign ups are very greatly appreciated and welcomed. The current cast in play…


STUDENTS-
Gryffindor:
~Ken Johnson - 4th Year - Male
~Ginny Weasley - 5th year - Female - Prefect
~Harry Potter - 6th Year - Male
~Reginald Jensen - 1st Year - Male

Slytherin:
~Rvevian Marson - 6th Year - Female
~Jaiden Moore - 6th Year - Female
~Cayria Tseugga - 7th Year - Female
~Morbrid Chaos - 6th Year - Male
~Ami Zypher - 6th Year - Female
~Chauvelin Armande - 7th Year - Male
~Draconius "Draco" Malfoy - 6th Year - Male - Prefect

Ravenclaw:
~Clair Stone - 4th Year - Female
~Hiro White - 4th Year - Keeper
~Madison Alexander - 6th Year - Female
~Zane Keskagi - 5th Year - Male
~Luna Keskagi - 3rd Year - Female
~Rywen Yiaro - 6th Year - Male - Prefect

Hufflepuff:
~Mike Rampart - 6th Year - Male
~Ruby Cynita - 5th Year - Female
~Drade Sykes - 6th Year - Male - Prefect



TEACHERS-
~Severus Snape - Potions (Members of the Order, spy as Death Eater)
~Jayne Mackenzie-Alexander - Muggle Studies
~Karie Velya - Defense Against the Dark Arts
~Ryu Hayabusa - Charms
~Lorelei Malfoy - Care of Magical Creatures


OTHER CHARACTERS-
~Lucius Malfoy - Death Eater
~Phoenix Renton - Rogue
~Angeline "Angel" (Carlton) Moore - Auror
~Alastor “Mad-Eye” Moody - Member of the Order
~Sai Tronatica - Wanderer

Obviously, there will be many NPCs, including quite a few from the books. Now, the Quidditch teams…


Gryffindor-
Seeker: Harry Potter (Captain)
Keeper: Ronald Weasley (NPC)
Chasers: Ginny Weasley --- ---
Beaters: --- ---
(Reginald Jensen = ???)

Slytherin-
Seeker: Draconius Malfoy
Keeper: Jaiden Moore
Chasers: Rvevian Marson
Ami Zypher
Chauvelin Armande
Beaters: Morbid Chaos ---

Ravenclaw-
Seeker: Zane Keskagi
Keeper: Hiro White
Chasers: Clair Stone
Madison Alexander
Luna Keskagi
Beaters: Rywen Yiaro (Captain) ---

Hufflepuff-
Seeker: Drade Sykes
Keeper: ---
Chasers: Mike Rampart (Captain) --- ---
Beaters: Ruby Cynita ---

There are still several spots on the Quidditch teams and for prefects, as well as a Head Boy and girl, if anyone happens to be interested. This can be added to the profile when you post your opening and, if anyone chooses to take a position, these positions will be given on a first-come, first-serve basis. Yes, I know… Like it all has been. Anyway.

The RPG will start with students boarding the train. Teachers will be arriving at the school at this point. Other characters can pretty much dictate what they choose to do.

Shall we begin?

Name: Phoenix Renton
Age: 47
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6’3”. Body is wiry to an extreme after being kept in Azkaban for so very long, though still appears aerodynamic. Hair is mostly black, and is semi-long and shaggy. Overall, his appearance is strikingly like a falcon, watchful and potentially dangerous. Rugged, angular, and menacing in a strange way. Has a deep scar slashed over his left temple. He looks younger than he is, even after having been in Azkaban. His eyes are a deep navy blue and are watchful, almost piercing. Looks strong despite the build, and he truly is.
Personality: Mysterious when he wants to be, with a twisted sense of humor. His actions are rather random; he appears to act on impulse, though in actuality he thinks things out. Unpredictable because of these attributes, he holds loyalties only to himself.
Relationships: He was a friend of Voldemort…
Occupation/Group Affiliation: Was a Death Eater. Now he’s… Just Renton.
Where Your Loyalties Lie: To himself and whatever cause he chooses. He was a Death Eater in the beginning, but even that wasn’t much for the causes of the group itself.
Anything to share about your past?: When James Potter, Black, Lupin, Severus, Lucius, etcetera were in school--and for three years prior to that--he taught Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts. At the same time--obviously unbeknownst to the other teachers and to Dumbledore--he was working with Voldemort, hoping to pursue a new world order. At the end of the sixth year of the aforementioned group of students, he killed a Muggle-born student and wrote numerous messages on a wall--one large one in particular that proclaimed that a new world was to arise very soon. He also put a spell--Aegri Somnia, his own favorite spell--on a different student, who was never to recover from the effects and was driven to permanent madness. After leaving the school, he helped Voldemort with the organization, though he refused to be an underling. Several years after he left the school, Renton led a group of the Death Eaters to officially begin the war by torturing a group of Muggles. Renton, along with several others, was captured, but not before the Muggles--twenty-five in all--had been skinned and murdered. Renton was then placed in Azkaban, where he lay in near-silence for many years. Only recently was he able to escape; previously, he had been offered no chance. For some time he drifted in and out of his own mind, but for the most part, he was entirely himself while in the prison. Now he’s out again…
Other: He’s an unregistered Animigus; a black falcon. Also, he’s managed to find an old creature that he used to travel with--a Nillian. She’s basically a tigress with fur that shifts color and a talent to make herself invisible.

Phoenix Renton
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The chill in the air, the velvet blue of the midnight sky, the softly feral sound of water rushing through a nearby stream, the reaching shadows thrown by the trees surrounding the clearing, the blades of grass carrying the wind in waves--all of these together formed the essence of life. This was what I had missed for so long. This was what I had been kept away from. To see it again was marvelous.

I sat quietly in the grass, Mira my sole companion, my first companion in quite a long time. She had been my companion before, and now she had returned. I stroked the fur on the top of her head lovingly; this, the Nillian I had initially found for a classroom demonstration. The creature that I had become attached to. The one who had become my only family, and was now the only one in this world whom I truly knew.

Perhaps that would change. After all, I had only recently managed to escape from that prison. The guardians--the Dementors--had deserted, leaving those within the cells free to escape. I hadn’t realized it first, but once the knowledge had hit me, I had left in a hurry. I’d flown back to the mainland of the United Kingdom, and here I was in Ireland. Soon I would be in England, but not yet. No, for the time being, I was quite content to stay where I was.

I had always enjoyed the silent beauty that could be found in secluded forests. Now, after living within stone walls for so long, this was heaven on earth. I had been in there for such a long time… But now was not the time to become angered by such thoughts. That could come later. In any case, anger might not have been the correct word. I had never been one to be controlled by anger, and I wouldn’t start allowing it to take hold of me. I was past any anger.

I had been sent to live within the stone walls--to die, there, really--at the beginning of a revolution. Now here I was, returning to the world in the midst of a new one, led by the same man. Good old Thomas… Did he know that I was alive? Perhaps not… He may have had someone kill me on the way out of the jail had he known. Yes, my old friend and nemesis. Working with and against him at the same time. Never belonging to him which was, of course, what had angered him. I had never been a follower, merely a friend and ally.

Soon, I would say hello to him. What would I do aside from that? Maybe nothing. Maybe something. Maybe I’d visit the school as well. Maybe find those who I had known. There was so much that I could do…

Mira nuzzled my side and I rubbed the soft fur under her chin. This wasn’t the time to think about the future. This was the time to live in the beauty of this forest, to enjoy its features fully.

The renewed greetings, the coming once more into the world, the murder… All of that? That could come later. Perhaps not for a while, but in all likelihood… Soon. Yes, soon new light would shed and new darkness would arrive. Soon, even this new revolution would be more twisted. Anything could change, anyone could die… Anything could happen.

Anything.


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Name: Severus Snape
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Teacher of: Potions
Appearance: 6’1”. Wiry body frame; not very athletic or strong-looking, though he is more so than he looks. Longish black, greasy-looking hair that constantly falls over his face. Skin is pallid and he likes it well enough that way. Overall, he’s fairly intense and often frightening. Travels through shadows easily and can, in this manner, remain hidden fairly well in the night.
Personality: Often considered to be repellant, he tends to keep his own mind and emotions--especially his emotions--to himself. He very rarely displays any emotions other than anger. The anger itself shows up quite often, and is sometimes a cover for some other emotion. He has found the world to be an ugly, unwelcoming place, and adjusted his outward manner to suit the world. Over the years, he has developed a reputation at the school for being harsh and vindictive, which is often true with the students. Any inner turmoil he feels is hidden very well.
Former House at Hogwarts: Slytherin
Head of House?: Yes; Slytherin
Relationships: Not any longer. There, once, but that was a long time ago…
Where Your Loyalties Lie: Toward the Order.
Any Side Occupations?: A member of the Order, as well as a spy for the Order within the Death Eaters
Other: *shrug* Laters, mayhap.

Severus Snape - Potions Master - Head of Slytherin
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The room was cold and unfeeling as always; dungeons were made to be as such. Soon, perhaps, it would be filled with life, but for now it was devoid and save my minimal contribution. Cold and unfeeling; yes, it did seem the perfect room for me.

Yes, this was my classroom. The students would come, the students would complain, the students would make pathetic attempts at brewing potions, and the students would curse me behind my back. At least, when they thought that I couldn’t hear their words. Severus Snape, the head of Slytherin and the endlessly loathsome potions master.

It was all a masquerade, of course. My entire life one long charade, and more so now than ever before.

Shaking my head in exasperation with myself, I forced myself to prepare the classroom for the beginning of the school year. Some classroom it was. A dungeon. A dungeon, and I loved it… As much as I could love anything and admit it, of course. I held memories of this dungeon, of secrets found within. Not all of them were good, though some were, certainly, and this room…

There I went again, off on another tangent. I forced my mind to quiet itself. Since coming back to the school, I’d found an almost enjoyable sort of freedom within the walls. Of course, on the opposite side of this, I was now living three lives, perhaps four. Not that it mattered. I was only here to be another piece in the game, to be moved about however it was wished.

I sneered, resenting the thought and understanding the obvious truth to it. A teacher, a member, a spy. Surely I was indeed the loathsome being that the students saw, and they didn’t know the half of it. Not nearly, the bloody prats.

How long could it last? How long could this continue before someone understood? Before death came to meet me?

Did I fear death? As far as I could understand, I did not. Earlier in my life, I had invited it many times. I’d nearly brought it upon myself, and had almost succeeded three times. Three times, and I hadn’t managed to slip the last step into darkness. Always, I had somehow been brought back. Always, I had cursed my fate, and yet continued to live on.

The obvious answer, then, was no. Perhaps on some level I did, but, for all real intents and purposes, I should have been dead long ago. Was I only alive to continue this living hell? To continue to be not only Severus Snape, professor, but to be Severus Snape of two other sorts?

Questions, always questions. They were my own, to keep for my own. It was natural for me to keep these to myself; I had been doing so nearly my whole life. In fact, there had only been two people whom I had truly revealed any sort of problems to… Nearly three. In the end, however, there had been two, and both around the same time; the school years. Such a lovely time, yet so incredibly twisted as well.

Two people… Was that awful? I didn’t know. Maybe not, because I doubted that the first had ever spoken his true thoughts to anybody; perhaps not even to himself. Lucius Malfoy… And look where he was in life. He was where his father, the man he’d hated most, had been. Did he even recognize this now? Did he recognize anything now?

The other had been yet another student, one who I still remembered well though I hadn’t seen her in many years. Yes, remembered very well. Where was she now? What was she doing? Perhaps there was a way to find out, but… Perhaps it was better to leave it as it was.

This was life, and I was alone in mine. I had been for a long time. A creature of solitude; that was me, certainly. In a way, I hated it. In a way, I loved it.

Always a contradiction of myself. I could live with that, though. I had been, correct?

No, this was foolish. It was pointless to think about what had been, because it never could be. Certainly. I didn’t have to believe it, but it’d be better for the time if I could abide by that particular rule. After all, I had to work to do here, and more work would undoubtedly follow.

Such is life. Intertwined, veiled, and constantly twisting within itself. Yes, such is life.

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Student-
Name: Chauvelin Aermand
Age: 17
Year: 7th
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6’1”, with a lanky build. Hair is black, longish, and semi-shaggy in a neat sort of way; he sometimes wears it pulled back. Eyes are icy blue with deep blue flecks. Skin tone is about average and tends to stay that way. Walks confidently, though perhaps without much grace.
Personality: Doesn’t much care to go along with the crowd though, if they’re doing what he honestly wants to do, he will. Tends to be obsessive about certain issues, chasing them to the bitter end if necessary. On these obsessive issues, he often can speak for hours. Charismatic, especially in relation to his beliefs. Holds his own sense of justice and stays to it firmly. He’s fiercely intelligent, though he doesn’t speak much of the knowledge, and enjoys the arts--particularly theater. Romantic when he wants to be, and often quite captivating.
House: Slytherin
Quidditch Position: Chaser
Wand: Beech, 12 ½”, dragon heartstring
Pet: A dog--a Siberian husky with wolf blood. Looks more like a wolf than a husky, though isn’t dangerous at all. At least, not very dangerous to most people. His name is Wraith.
Classes:
-Dramatics
-Literature and Art
-Potions
-Defense Against the Dark Arts
-Advanced Potions
-Transfigurations
-Advanced Transfigurations
Favorite Class: Dramatics or Potions
Relationships: *shrug*
Parents: Both wizard, though he didn’t live an entirely “wizard-world” life… He spends quite a lot of his time with his Muggle relatives (mum was Muggle born).
Where Your Loyalties Lie: He hasn’t said on this subject, yet…
Other: He plays electric and acoustic guitar… mostly electric, whoo. Also into singing, nyah.

Chauvelin Aermand ~ 7th year Slytherin
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This was to be my final year at Hogwarts. In a way, I welcomed it. I yearned for the outside world, for a chance to be on my own. On another side, however, being at the school did allow for a certain amount of freedom. Enough to live with, perhaps to enjoy. Here was where I had attended school for six years already. Here was where memories lived.

Smiling slightly, I dragged my luggage toward the train. My family hadn’t come; why should they have? After all, they were busy, and it’d been easy enough to bid them adieu at home. Why have them come to the station? Around me, families were parting tearfully--some of them were, certainly. Others were more optimistic. Some laughed, some hugged… It was the same every year.

Wraith followed me, his sharp eyes following the movements of this chaotic crowd. Yes, Platform 9 3/4--what a name, right--was busy now. Later on, it’d be near to overflowing with witches and wizards, as well as their witchlings and wizardlings. Right, so that wasn’t an accepted term. It was still damned amusing.

I boarded the train to find that there were few students on it. Why the hell had I arrived so early? Ah well, there was no changing it now. I found an empty compartment in the last train, a task that took very little time, and slung my luggage into the compartment. Then it was time to wait for other students and then for departure. Waiting for the new year.

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Name: Rvevian Marson
Age: 16
Year: 6th
Gender: Female
Appearance: About 5’10”. Build is pretty much average. Her hair is naturally black--it’s slightly wavy and reaches to about mid-shoulder--her skin naturally pallid and seemingly incapable of becoming tan. Eyes are icy blue with deep purple flecks. She moves almost liquidly; smoothly and assured of where she is going. Wears a silver bracelet; it’s quite old, actual silver, and of Celtic design.
Personality: Something of a loner, though it isn’t necessarily by her own choice. She’s quite emotional and often finds herself at a loss to explain herself. At times, she acts impulsively, though she usually thinks before acting. She thinks quite a lot, really; spends much of her time observing the world, its people and places. Tends to lean
House: Slytherin
Quidditch Position: Chaser… She talked her way onto the team when it became evident that Crabbe and Goyle weren’t doing a damned bit of good.
Wand: Birch, 11 ¼”, dragon heartstring
Pet: A raven named Pluto
Classes:
-Literature and Art
-Dramatics
-Potions
-Defense Against the Dark Arts
-Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts
-Advanced Potions
-Transfigurations
Favorite Class: Defense Against the Dark Arts, though Potions is fairly close…
Relationships: *looks around* *shrugs* Laters.
Parents: One Muggle, one wizard; she lives a life somewhere between that of a Muggle and a wizard, being exposed to both cultures.
Where Your Loyalties Lie: She doesn’t really have any loyalties… She doesn’t much care for Voldemort, though she doesn’t know if the Order is entirely honest, either.
Other: …maybe later.

Rvevian Marson ~ 6th Year Slytherin
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Back to school I go.

It was the same as it always was. Same old train, same old crowd. All right, so it was generally the same old crowd… The seventh years of last year were gone, and there were new first years. Even so, it all blended into one. The station was always the same.

Ah, the school though--that would be different this year. Events would change what the student body was. Nothing would be the same, not after what had happened at the end of the previous year, with my Gryffindor classmates. They seemed to find themselves in adventure quite often. Mmm. Lovely for them.

How would this be? The teachers would no doubt attempt to keep everything as typical as possible while informing us of occurrences in the world at the same time. Students would talk, students would breed their own ideas. More rumors, how lovely. Always about the same people, too. Honestly, it got rather tiresome after awhile.

Thoughts similar to these ran through my head as I entered the last train and grabbed the compartment nearest to the door. Better to be situated, to be ready for whatever or whomever decided to show up. I sat quietly, awaiting the arrival of my classmates.

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I’ll write Lucius’s and Moody’s later… Both are (probably) on their own at the moment, so there shouldn’t be a huge problem with this.

Commence!

Fun word…

[Elemental Seribii]

Student-
Name: Draconius Malfoy
Age: 17
Year: 6th
Gender: M
Appearance: He's somewhere around 5'7'', with gelled back platinum blonde hair. He's built thin, slim and agile, with quick reflexes and pale skin. Most of his facial features are pointed, and his eyes are set quite deep, with longish eyelashes. You could say he’s a bit of a pretty boy. His eye color can range anywhere from steel gray to icy blue.
Personality: He can seem bratty, selfish and very proud. That's true. He holds grudges for a very long time, and often demands revenge if he's injured in any way by someone else, purposely or not. He uses people to get what he wants, and has a whole load of connections throughout the school. He usually gets Crabbe or Goyle to do his dirty work, unless it's in the insult department, in which he excels. He’s an over-achiever, too, mostly by a need to impress people. While he’s not as twisted as his father (yet), I’d say he’d be one to be easily corrupted.
Though, you could say he has no real friends, but it's not that he has emotional breakdowns about it, not that he really cares…
House: Slytherin, he’s a Prefect.
Quidditch Position: Seeker
Wand: Willow, 8 ½ inches, with the essence of phoenix tears.
Pet: A black hawk, with the same color eyes, but silver on the tips of his wings and his tail feathers. He’s called Thantos.
Classes:
Literature & Art
Potions
Advanced Potions
Transfigurations
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Advanced DADA
Arithmancy
Charms
Flying
Favorite Class: Literature & Art, strangely…
Relationships: Potter and his chums are a favorite. Crabbe and Goyle don’t hang around him as often, but are still usually around somewhere. Pansy tends to stay away now. His parents are obviously Lucius and Narcissa, and his aunt, Lorelei.
Parents: A Wizard and a Witch, seeing as he comes from a pureblood family.
Where Your Loyalties Lie: Meh. Choices, choices. Currently neutral, but you know, with the Death Eater father and all...
Other: Everyone calls him Draco. It’s just like that. I also have a very bad feeling about an angsty Draco…

Draco Malfoy - Prefect, 6th Year Slytherin
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Another year at Hoggywarts. Oh, the joy. Guess what's gonna happen? Ooh...maybe Potter and his chums are gonna save the school, maybe the world? Nah, that's too original.

Father just left, something about work. Mmmhmm. Yah.
Moving on.

Potter ambles by, and doesn't notice me until I snort, holding back a laugh. When he looks up, obviously glaring, I study the shiny Prefect badge on my robe.
He mutters something, rolls his eyes, and stalks off.
Potter's chums, Weasel and Granger, must not be here yet.
Ha-ha, Potter's a loner. Yes, I do find these kinds of things amusing.

My bag (magically bottomless, of course), is next to me, with Thantos' cage on top of it. He looked at me, blinked, ruffled his wings, and continued to wait patiently.

I ran a hand through my hair, and watched with one raised eyebrow as Potter walked past again, in search of his sidekicks. Ah, the hilarity. Notice the smirk.

Almost as funny as that time when Crabbe and Goyle hit on Pansy like there was no tomorrow. Very wrong, very funny.

I'm a Preeeeefect, have you heard? I wield great power. Like putting Potter in detention.

Screw Voldemort, Hogwarts will fear my name.
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Other Character-
Name: Sai Tronatica
Age: 39
Gender: F
Appearance: Her appearance seems to have changed to something cold. Her hair is still silver, but has been cut short, and it reaches her shoulders, but is slightly shorter in the front than in the back. Her eyelashes are silver, and her eyes are the same color with flecks of icy blue. Her lips also seem to have been tinted slightly blue. Her skin is still pale, she's around 5'6'' and her nails are painted metallic light blue. She wears a crystal pendant on a chain that is shaped like a snowflake, and has a sapphire in the middle, along with a whole set of jewellery to match. Earrings, bracelet, a ring and an anklet. Strangely, she doesn’t look any older than maybe in her twenties…
Personality: She can seem cold and quiet, but she’s just learned to hold her tongue, even if she wants to scream the obvious out. She still has a twisted sense of humour, and a sarcastic comment for everything. Her new appearance adds a new level of freakiness that is Sai. She sometimes spaces out, almost like a trance where she doesn’t see or feel anything. She’s quite smart and quick-witted, sometimes too much for her own good. She’s also rather sadistic, and can become slightly (yeah, right) fascinated with blood. She always seems to know when people need help, but it’s not that she’s willing to give it.
Relationships: She used to go to Hogwarts with Serverus, Lucius, that lot. While she wasn’t best friends with them, they’re still familiar faces. Otherwise, none really.
Occupation/Group Affiliation: She goes off for research mostly for herself, though she does submit a lot of her information to anyone she knows that could use it. She was planning on writing a book when she got back from the Arctic, about most of the things she’s seen or found out. She’s started on it again, and hopes to one day finish it. I guess you could say she’s self-employed.
Where Your Loyalties Lie: More neutral than anything. She sympathises slightly, very slightly, with Voldemort, mostly because of some research on Tom Riddle. She trusts Dumbledore, though.
Anything to share about your past?: She’s an ex-Slytherin. When she left Hogwarts, she decided just to float around, working in Flourish and Blotts for a while. She was doing something on Doppelgangers, which lead to research in the Arctic, Alaska, those kind of places, something to do with the Aurora Borealis. She lost contact with the Wizarding World for quite some time, before just showing up in London one day, and she got in contact with Dumbledore.
Other: She doesn’t seem to really mind being cold. I mean, freezing cold. Also, if her eyes reflect the light just right, they seem to change color and glow. Donatello, the amazing ferret, is also still kicking, and can usually be seen perched on her shoulder.

Sai Tronatica
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Thought you could get rid of me, didn't ya?

I never realised London was so stuffy.

I walked into Flourish and Blotts, and disappeared behind the shelves, running my finger along the spines of the books, until I found the one I was looking for, and snatched it off of the shelf.

It was one on Magical Auras. Grinning, I also snatched a book on Apparations. I bought them both, and Donatello giggled, if ferrets can giggle. He scrambled up my arm, and looked around, before calming down.

I wandered down the street, before finding The Sliced Moon, the inn I was staying at for the time being.

Opening the door, I tossed the two books on the writing desk, where a whole load of papers, books, and an old fashioned typewriter, along with a quill and black ink.

I sat down on the bed, which of course had moon patterned blankets. Donatello curled up on the bed, as I scratched his head lightly.

"It's good to be back, eh, Donatello?"

He giggled in response, and I grinned.
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Student-
Name: Ruby Cynita
Age: 16
Year: 5th
Gender: F
Appearance: She’s rather plain, but still good-looking. She has chocolate brown hair with blonde highlights, that curls at the middle of her back. Her eyes are hazel, but usually seem more green than anything. She has freckles that dot across the bridge of her nose, and she usually wears thin-rimmed glasses that just circle her eyes. She’s around 5’3’’, and her skin is a light olive-ish color. Rather randomly, she has a nose piercing, just a small crystal flower.
Personality: She’s quiet, and usually shy around people she doesn’t know. She’s strong though, and makes a vicious Beater. She’s rather sentimental, can be a hopeless romantic and blushes easily. She stays out of anything that wasn’t meant to involve her, and makes sure not too much attention is paid to her, that she’s just another face in the crowd. She usually leaves her homework to maybe the last two days, and while she isn’t a genius, she usually does well enough, and doesn’t usually take anything too seriously.
House: Hufflepuff
Quidditch Position: Beater
Wand: Holly, 8 inches, with a dragon’s flame.
Pet: She has a great horned owl, with yellow eyes, called Reign.
Classes:
Charms
Advanced Charms
Herbology
Transfigurations
Care of Magical Creatures
DADA
Potions
Literature & Art
Favorite Class: Charms
Relationships: Not really, but she’s one of those people who most people feel comfortable enough to talk to once in a while.
Parents: Both magical, but most of her family on her Dad’s side are Muggles.
Where Your Loyalties Lie: Though she doesn’t know about the Order, she’s definitely against Voldemort.
Other: Eh, she has a slight obsession of sketching profiles of people around school. She has sketches of students, teachers, ghosts, anyone. She’s got good at it, too.

Ruby Cynita - 5th Year Hufflepuff
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"Bye Mum! Dad!" I waved, before wandering down the train. I wasn't that early, I guess people just must be waiting for their friends. Shrugging to myself, I climbed onto a car.

One other boy was there, he looked up, before half-smiling. The husky...maybe a wolf?...looked up as well, his ears perked. I guess he saw no threat, and he resumed his original position.

"Hey."
"Hey."

Well, that was deep.

...Chauvelin, I think. Yeah. 7th Year...I'll bet Slytherin.

Taking a seat in the row across from him, I placed Reign, still in his cage, on the seat next to me. If I got really bored, I guess I could do some sketching. I'm pretty sure I haven't sketched him. Or I could just find someone out of the window.

Here's to another year as basically a nobody.
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Who's bad at interacting? I am! ^-^; Hope that's okay.

[DarkBlastoise]

Student-
Name: Morbrid Chaos
Age: 16
Year: 6th
Gender: Male
Appearance: has long black stringy hair (sorta like Sirius' before he got out of prison), blood red eyes, doesnt like to wear his robes, so when he doesnt have to, he wears a black leather trenchcoat, a black T-Shirt, a black leather belt with two chains attached from the belt itself to a belt loop, and black tennis shoes.
Personality: Very cold and somewhat disturbed, no one has ever gotten close to him, not even his fellow Housemates
House: Slytherin
Quidditch Position: Beater
Wand: 12' inch, Oak, Dragon Heart-string
Pet: a Raven named Shadow
Classes:
- Charms
- Transfiguration
- Potions
- Defense Against the Dark Arts
- Literature and Arts
- Care of the Magical Creatures
Favorite Class: D.A. the D.A.
Relationships: Isnt friends with anyone, some attempt to get close to him, but his personality and something odd about him drive them away...
Parents: Wizard mother (dead)[by who, do you guess?](stays at an orphanage during the summer holidays)
Where Your Loyalties Lie: He will help defeat Voldermort with an insatiable bloodthirst (ppl cringe) hehe I like that...anyways, besides that has no loyalties to anyone
Other: Can he PLEASE have some Dementor blood in him? (id explain why no one gets close to him)

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<~- Morbrid -~>

I sighed as I opened another door to another car...

It was like this EVERY year, no one would get close to me...

Whenever I passed by someone, they normally shyed away and got up and sat somewhere else. When I opened the door, to seemingly the last car on the train, I found it un-occupied.

Seizing the opputurnity, I quickly set my affairs down, and took a seat...

Oddly enough, I thought no one would come to this car, but to my suprise, the door opened, and none other than the "famous" Harry Potter strolled into the car...

"Hello, hello, Ron, Hermione!!..." he called in the dimily lit car, obviously calling his friends, "are you there?"

"Obviously not mate..." I said aloud, "this here's the last car on the train, and your friends aint on it..."

"err..." Harry responded, "thanks for your...help..."

"no worries..." I retorted, as Harry left the car

"arrogant, little fool..." I thought to myself, as the train chugged along to Hogwarts.......

[VirtualPlay]

Student-
Name: Mike Rampart
Age: 16
Year: 6
Gender: M
Appearance: Tall and kind of skinny, with dark brown hair and deep green eyes (no, Harry has black hair and green eyes in the book)
Personality: Friendly, nice; doesn't like getting in trouble, and is a hard worker in his classes
House: Hufflepuff (why does everyone avoid it? Hufflepuff is really just for the students who don't fit into the other three)
Quidditch Position: Chaser - Captain
Wand: 13 inches, oak, with a core of dragon heartstring
Pet: A siamese cat, with tan fur on most of her body, with brown on her muzzle, hind feet, and the tip of her tail.
Classes:
~Potions
~Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts
~Advanced Transfiguration
~Charms
~Care of Magical Creatures
~Arithmancy
Favorite Class: Arithmancy
Relationships: (Anyone your character loathes? Loves? Etc.)
Parents: Muggle mom and Wizard dad; Dad was tortured to insanity by Death Eaters, so he lives like a Muggle at home.
Where Your Loyalties Lie: Against Voldemort (since he doesn't know about the Order)
Other: Is a metamorphmagus (thanks, Ginger); he still doesn't have full control over his changes, so occasionally (about once a week, if that) his nose or hair will transform suddenly during class, but nothing more than that.


Student-
Name: Ginny Weasley
Age: 15 (I guess)
Year: 5
Gender: F
Appearance: Not very tall, with flaming red hair that reaches to her shoulderblades, and mellow blue eyes.
Personality: She's taken after her brothers in her five years at school with them, not as shy or innocent as she was in her first two years.
House: Gryffindor (Prefect)
Quidditch Position: Chaser
Wand: (I never saw it mentioned ._.' ) 10 1/4 inches, willow, with a core of unicorn hair
Pet: Pig! (as in, Pigwidgeon); Ron gave Pig to her after he realized it wouldn't really listen to him (small fluffy gray owl, for those who don't know)
Classes:
~Potions
~Defense Against the Dark Arts
~Transfigurations
~Herbology
~Charms
~Care of Magical Creatures
Favorite Class: DAtDA
Relationships: Six older brothers (duh); curently going out with Dean Thomas (gasp of surprise from Ron); the usual crowd...
Parents: Witch and Wizard
Where Your Loyalties Lie: For the Order
Other: Anything in this form anyone sees wrong, tell me so I can fix it...

Student-
Name: Harry Potter
Age: 16
Year: 6
Gender: M
Appearance: Tall, but not enormously tall; slightly lanky because of his "diet" at the Dursleys; untidy black hair that never wants to be straight, with bangs; bright green eyes, and a scar on the right side of his forehead in the peculiar shape of a lightning bolt
Personality: Brave for the most part, and often rushes into danger without thinking. He's loyal and a good friend, though, and nice to most people.
House: Gryffindor
Quidditch Position: Seeker (Captain)
Wand: 11 inches, Holly, core of a Phoenix (Fawkes) tail
Pet: Snowy owl by the name of Hedwig
Classes:
~Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts
~Advanced Transfiguration
~Advanced Potions *shudder*
~Advanced Charms
~Care of Magical Creatures
~Herbology
Favorite Class: DAtDA (though CoMC is a close second)
Relationships: Best friends are Hermione and Ron, other friends, despises the Slytherins, especially Malfoy.
Parents: Pure blood Wizard father, Muggle-born Witch Mother, both murdered by Voldemort when Harry was one.
Where Your Loyalties Lie: For the Order.
Other: bleh...

Posting-ness tomorrow...I have to leave and won't be coming back today X_x'

[Drade130]

-Student-
Name: Drade Sykes
Age: 16
Year: 6th
Gender: Male
Appearance: Blue eyes, dirty blonde hair, wearsa medallion with the Sykes family crest on it. Has a nice tan.
Personality: Friendly, and quite loyal. Has many friends within Hogwarts.
House: Hufflepuff
Quidditch position: Seeker
Wand: 11 inches, werewolf skin core (odd yes)
Pet: A formally stray Siberian Husky, quie small for her size. Named Zulta in honor of his Grandmother, Zultaria.
Classes: (Everything advanced that can be advanced, except Herbology)
Transfiguration
Defense against the Dark arts
Charms
Potions
Herbology
Care of magical creatures
Favorite class: Transfiguration
Relationships: Generally hates all Slytherins (Wants other friends, please inquire!)
Parents: Both magical, with mostly magical backgrounds.
Where Your loyalties lie: Order, parents are aurors and work for the order.
Other: He's a prefect, trying to begin training to become an animagus.


Drade


"Bye Mum! Bye Dad! Thanks for the new broom!" I yelled, carrying my trunk and Zulta's cage up the steps and looking fr people I knew. I went all the way to the back, my usual place. I struggled, opening the door.

"Um, excuse me, have you seen anyone else around here? Like Hannah Abbo-"

"If anyone was in here, I would know," he snapped. I smirked, Morbid Chaos of course. What a weirdo. Zulta growled at him as we left. I found some other Hufflepuffs farther up and threw myself into a seat.

"Ok Zulta, you can come out," I said opening the cage and letting her jump on my lap. Draco Malfoy walked ino the cabin. I smiled evilly. Oh how I hated him.

"Hey Draco, how's your Dad doing?" I asked. I loved making him angry. Zulta stared straight into his eyes, growling softly. I felt my wand and kept my hand on it. Ready...Waiting.

[DarkBlastoise]

<~- Morbrid -~>

As that idiotic fool Drade Skyes left the car, I closed my eyes...

Then my curse over took me...

All I can now see is joy and happyness...

Oh how I want to consume it all, drink from the blood of joy, devour the meat of enjoyment, REAP THE SOULS OF HAPPYNESS...

Then I shuddered and said aloud, "NO...IT WONT TAKE OVER ME..."

I buried my face in my hands, until I heard a commotion in the next room...

I got up, and ran to the door, there I saw wand to wand, Skyes and Malfoy about to tear each other's throats...

"Interesting" I said slyly, "we COULD use a little action on this train..." So I sat down and watched the action...

[midnightangel]

Student
Name: Madison Alexander
Age: 17
Year: 6th
Gender: Female
Appearance: Madison is slender, 5'5", Dark chestnut slightly wavy mid-back length hair, blue-grey eyes.
Personality: Very calm nature, much like her mother. Very logical and levelheaded--looks at entire situation before acting. Is slightly bitter at times (see below) which makes her unapproachable at first, but once you get to know her you have a friend for life
House: Ravenclaw
Quidditch Position: Chaser
Wand: Her wand type is a Oak, 9 inches w/dragonheart string
Pet: a kitten named Soluna
Class(es): Advanced Charms and Transfigurations, Charms, Transfigurations, Potions and DADA, Literature and Art
Relationships: No boyfriends yet. Has alot of friends in all houses--dislikes anyone who are the offspring of Death Eaters (as her father was murdered by one for being a Muggle)
Parents: Jayne (Mackenzie)--Witch/Michael Alexander--Muggle (father killed by Death Eaters), one brother and one sister (too young to go to school as yet) Cousin: Jaiden Moore
Where Your Loyalties Lie: More for the Order~despite her calm nature, and like her mother, she wants to see justice done for her father
Other: Able to hear other's thoughts...sometimes it's a blessing and other times it's a curse

~Madison Alexander~6th Year~Ravenclaw~
I managed to secure a compartment for myself away from the noise of the other students. Even though I am looking foward to another year at Hogwarts, and hanging out with my housemates, and playing Quidditch, I need this time to myself to reflect on things that have happened, and mentally prepare myself for the future events to come this year.

I looked outside the window and sighed, thinking of Mother, Chris, and Jenna. I lean my head back and close my eyes as I think about my family. I'm pretty sure at this time they have arrived at Hogwarts and have settled in by now. I'm looking foward to seeing them again even though they all left less than a week ago.

My mind starts to drift off and I'm halfway dozing off when I hear my cousin digging through her book bag and muttering to herself continuously.
I say sleepily "Jaiden...will you stop that. I'm trying to think here."
Jaiden looked up from her belongings and said sarcastically said "Oh excuse me." Then she smirked and added "I didn't know snoring was the same as thinking."

I muttered "You're such a pain sometimes Jaiden."
She smiled and closed her bag. "You still love me anyway Maddie."
I cringed...Jai always called me that whenever she was trying to weasel out of trouble. And to this day, I still hate that nickname.

I open my eyes and watched my cousin. Her thoughts were as clear as crystal sometimes. She was still nervous about coming to Hogwarts. "Jaiden relax....it's as nerve-wracking to be going back to school for me as it is for you..."
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Student
Name: Jaiden Moore
Age: 17
Year: 6th
Gender: Female
Appearance: Jaiden is slender build, pretty, around 5'6", black hair, just past her shoulders...and mostly straight, but slightly waved at the end, and dark eyes. Wears a crystal around her neck--belonged to her mother.
Personality: Friendly towards some of the students in her own house and some from other houses. Finds those students that think they are "better" than others to be complete morons, so she keeps away from those who she thinks are "trouble."
Is somewhat mischevious at times, and will play practical jokes on unsuspecting students at random, even those in her own house
House: Slytherin
Quidditch Position: Keeper
Wand: Her wand type is Birch, 9 1/2 inches, Unicorn hair
Pet: N/A
Class(es): Advanced DADA and Potions, Charms, Transfigurations, DADA, Potions, Arithmancy, Literature and Art
Relationships: No boyfriends yet. This is her first year at Hogwarts~~transfer student
Parents: Mother: Angel C. Moore--Witch, father unknown
Aunt/Uncle: Jayne (Mackenzie)/Michael Alexander (deceased), Three cousins, one being Madison.
Where Your Loyalties Lie: Neutral on this subject....she has been secluded in France (Beaubaxtons) until this summer and hasn't had alot of information about Death Eaters or Voldemort. It was felt (by her aunt and her mother) that she would be safer with her aunt, so she's transferred to Hogwarts
Other: Has her mother's ability to feel what others feel--joy, pain, anger, etc

~Jaiden Moore~6th Year~Slytherin~

I watched my cousin's expression go from annoyance to that of concern. To be honest, I was nervous.
Everything had happened so fast~~receiving the letters from my mother and aunt...saying goodbye to my friends and teachers at Beaubaxtons....coming back home. The whole situation seemed unreal somehow, and yet I knew it was very real--from the students to the express train now slowly winding its way toward my new home for the next year.

I assured Madison "I'm alright. There are alot of things I have to get used to." I fingered the left side of my robe where the symbol of my new house--Slytherin--was. "Like this" as I showed her my robe. "At Beaubaxtons, they didn't have houses as they do here...." I stopped myself because Madison knew the entire story ad nauseum and didn't need to hear it again.

I fingered the robe and the symbol again. I was confused Why did the Hat put me into Slytherin without a second thought, and not in one of the other groups?? I was one of the top students....I'm loyal and dedicated and have been known to be brave in a crisis. I know I would be better suited in one of the other houses.
"Jai really...you shouldn't have listened to Chris and his explaination of Slytherin..."

Darn it...she's listening to my thoughts again...
I watched my cousin sitting across from me. She had her eyes closed again, and a small smile on her face. "Not all wizards that come from Slytherin become evil. Remember--my aunt and your mother was from Slytherin too."
I sighed...Madison was right. My mom has been working her tail end off every single day of her life, making potions--and not once had she been forced to work for anyone but herself.

"But some of your new housemates---I don't trust them as far as I can throw them either."
I was about to ask Madison why when the lady with the push cart asked if I wanted something to eat from the snack cart. I ordered a little bit of everything for the both of us and settled in to my seat for the rest of the ride.....


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Teacher
Name: Jayne Mackenzie-Alexander
Age: 40
Gender: Female
Teacher of: Muggle Studies
Appearance: Jayne is slender, 5'8", Chestnut shoulder-length and slightly wavy hair that she wears it up most of the time, blue-grey eyes. Wears a Celtic Knot pendant--a gift from her mother. Her wand type is a Birch, 9 3/4 inches, Phoenix Feather
Personality: Loyal and trustworthy--will go to any lengths to help someone in need. Is very fair and dedicated with her students. Has had major life changes--two in her sixth year at school, and one just over two years ago--that have made her seem cold and bitter at times
Former House at Hogwarts: Ravenclaw
Head of House?: No
Relationships: Formerly married to a Hufflepuff student (and Muggle)--Michael Alexander--three years after leaving school, and has three children Christopher 10, Jenna 8, and Madison 17. Has a twin sister Angel and has a niece, Jaiden, also 16. Husband was killed by Death Eaters over two years ago, leaving her alone and no way to support her family. Dumbeldore offered her a job as the Muggle Studies teacher, and is allowing her two children to stay at the school during the year
Is very good friends with several of her former classmates, including Lorelei Malfoy (but not her brother Lucius) and Severus Snape
Where Your Loyalties Lie: Character more for the Order~despite her outer calm nature, she wants to see justice done--Voldemort and the Death Eaters dead or in Azkaban--so she might have peace
Any Side Occupations?: Tutoring students whenever the need arises
Other (Past History): Jayne discovered her true parentage when she attended her 6th year at Hogwarts. She found out that the family that raised her was not, her real parents, but her uncle and aunt. Jayne soon discovered that her father was also Angel's father Richard Carlton Moore, and their mother was a teacher at the school--Raven Moore. Both Jayne's and Angel's parents were killed in their sixth year
Also has two snowy owls that she brought with her~~a male Zeus, and a female Hera

~Jayne Mackenzie-Alexander~Muggle Studies~

Another year starting...and another summer gone.
Where did the time go?
I stepped off the ladder, brushed a few stray locks from my hair and took a few steps back to observe my handiwork. The classroom had a healthy coat of off-white paint on the walls, and sported posters of various Muggle places and sports. In the corner stood the piano that I had managed to get real cheap at an auction in London. It wasn't much to look at, but it played well.

I admit the place looks pretty good now...definately an improvement from the dingy dark color it was. For the last couple of years, I had been moved from one empty classroom to another, and hadn't been able to really settle down into one room for long. Finally after last year, I was given my own classroom to use.
Now looking at the room, it had a warmer feel to it.
It's almost like home.
Almost.

I turned my attention to my children, both of them engrossed in a Muggle card game that I had bought them about a year ago. Unlike most parents--I feel the children should have the best of both worlds. In addition to the usual wizarding games, books and toys, I keep a selection of Muggle games as well.
It looked like Chris was about to beat his sister again with his favorite dragon card, so I cleared my throat. "I believe it's time we should head back to our quarters."
It was Chris that spoke up first "Aw mom..."
Jenna added "We were having fun..."

I sighed. I knew that they would try that so I said quickly "No whining...you know the rules. It's the first night back for the students, and I still need to get ready." I reached over to the both of them "And the both of you need to have dinner before then. Now off the both of you." I tickled Jenna, who burst out in a fit of giggles, and the two of them scrambled to pick up all their belongings.
After getting the children settled down, and under the watchful eye of one of the house-elves, I prepared myself mentally and physically for the upcoming events of the evening.


Note: I'll work on Angel's later...she's still out there doing her own thing

[Ginger Cat]

*waves to everyone*
Glad to see some posties...
Also glad to see that you've taken Harry, Virtual. 'Tis good to have ye play as him.
Also, please remember that prefects will be in the "special" car at the beginning of the train ride...
Thankees.

Other Character-
Name: Lucius Malfoy
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6’2”. Build is slight and cat-like; his movements are cat-like as well. Straight, long blond hair that he occasionally wears tied with a black velvet ribbon (I love that ribbon… O_o). Eyes are a hard steel-gray. Skin is slightly tanned. Can be a bit frightening in appearance when pissed, but usually just wears his typical blank or contemptuous expression; one that others tend to abhor. Demeanor is imposing, and he appears to be completely sure of himself at all times.
Personality: Extremely loathsome in the eyes of most; comes off as being arrogant and a strictly antagonistic character. He laughs at things that aren’t really funny, and is often quite cruel. Acts the part of the bold, “ready to go do whatever he feels no matter the consequences” type. Is often entirely sadistic. Shows precious little hatred, or any other emotion, really. Overall, he is truly a twisted soul. There is, however, something inside him that he buried long ago, something burning that could set off something entirely unknown in Lucius…
Relationships: Married to Narcissa, the father of Draco… He has a twin sister by the name of Lorelei. Lucius was a friend of Severus, but that really isn’t much anymore…
Occupation/Group Affiliation: He’s a Death Eater, whoo.
Where Your Loyalties Lie: Death Eaters
Anything to share about your past?: He attended Hogwarts with Severus… He was a friend of Severus, as well as of several other Slytherin students. He was a Death Eater when the group originally was formed… Also, he recently escaped from prison.
Other: He is a known Death Eater, but still manages to live his life pretty much as he always has, now that he’s out of Azkaban… He simply cannot bribe certain people anymore. There are still others, though. Oh, and something entirely random and amusing to me. As I’m writing this, I’m listening to music from The Patriot… the part where Tavington and Martin are fighting… “Kill me before the war is over, will you? It appears that you are not the better man.” Um… yes.

Lucius Malfoy
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I stood alone, staring into the fire. Narcissa had gone off to bed, and that son of ours had departed for school earlier. It was certainly easier to run a house without worrying about having a child in the house. Perhaps it’d be easier if Narcissa was out. Ah, but no, that would never do.

There would be a calling soon, of course. There had been one recently, but there was more to tell. We would gather again, we would laugh. How humorous it seemed now, that entire escape of the summer. The Dark Lord had indeed been correct in saying that the dementors would see things our way. We had managed to leave with very little trouble at all. Any haunting memories of the place were gone. I’d shoved them away with every other emotional memory, with every other so-called emotion. Who needed that sort, right?

The mere fact that I’d been in Azkaban meant nothing now. Even the fact that I was a known Death Eater meant little. After all, there were still a good lot of people who were always open to money. Yes, for a price, most could still be bought. Money there was, and money I would use as long as was necessary. Perhaps even if it wasn’t.

It was good to be back to this, back to being a Death Eater. Torture was beautiful in its own right. All of this was what I had given my life for, what I had given up my…

Shut up.

I came damned near to slapping myself or slamming my head into the wall. Luckily, I managed to contain the rage, but damn it all. That was the problem. I couldn’t afford to slip like that. The Death Eater was sadistic serenity. I could be nothing else. Calm and ready to fight. That was the truth of it, of course. Always ready to fight, and always self-contained.

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Chauvelin Aermand ~ 7th year Slytherin
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I watched the girl for a moment. Her name was Ruby… Cynita. That was it, Ruby Cynita. A Hufflepuff. She had an owl with her and, luckily, it didn’t seem to take the slightest interest in Wraith. Some birds did, and the results were never very… pretty. Agitating Wraith was a bad idea.

She didn’t seem interested in talking. She probably wasn’t. Unfortunately, she’d come in and sat down and, honestly, when people walked in, I had to talk. Damned near had to, in any case. If I started talking, I’d talk for a while, usually.

Especially if certain topics came up. Right, so perhaps I did go on too much. Ranting and raving, that was what I’d been told that it was.

I’d try to keep the, eh, ranting and raving down. “Enjoy your summer?”

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And I still need to write a post for Alastor...
He feels left out.

[Elemental Seribii]

Ohohoho...

Draco Malfoy - Prefect, 6th Year Slytherin
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Now, I was acting all innocent, I just wandered into a car to see if someone I could chat to was there.

Wrong door.

Sykes, a regular in Le Insults de Draco Malfoy, immediately went for Father insults. Uh, it's rather old, dear.

Though, I could feel a small rage build up in the pit of my stomach, as I was about to leave the car, and just head up to the Prefects', and wait. Innocent, on my part.

However, I don't take insults lightly. I walked up to face him, and Sykes' little dog-thing growled. Awh. How sweet. It's like a mutant husky.

"Mm? My Father?" Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Chaos enter the car, smirk, and then sit down.

Oh, he came to see the show. Yaaay. Hadn't I heard he was part Dementor or something? Or maybe not, but most people stayed clear of him.

Sykes, the paranoid Hufflepuff, had already drawn his wand. I made sure mine was in my pocket. Just incase he was psycho. Hufflepuffs do that sort of thing. You know, bipolar. Happy and fluffy one moment, and then snap, they're rabid racoons.

Jesus, first Potter, and now him. I have two goodie-goodies to deal with. This is so uncalled for.

"Uh, yeah, your father. You know, the one that's in Azkaban?" Sarcasm was practically written in flashing lights above his head.

"Tch, tch. Was. Pay attention, Sykes. However, I didn't expect a Hufflepuff to be informed...And I never will." I sneered, and his eyes flashed. The dog-thing barked.

"See you in the Prefect's car." I gave a sickly-sweet smile, waved, and walked out of the car, leaving him.

Perhaps I should go look for Zabini.

That was so not my fault.
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*hits Draco* That was uncalled for. ^-^;

Ruby Cynita - Hufflepuff, 5th Year
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I was getting slightly bored. Maybe I should talk to him. But what if I mess up, and blurt out something random? I don't know...

Luckily, I was saved.

"Enjoy your summer?" My ears pricked at the unfamiliar voice. I turned my head, to see him looking at me expectantly. My brain was about to give the automatic response I gave to relatives or my parent's friends, when I stopped it.

I smiled, and started to talk. "Oh, I guess it was okay. My grandma came over, though, and she was all 'Oh, my little Ruby! How much you have grown!'" I imitated the Italian accent that she had. "And all that. I didn't really do anything that exciting, though..." Yeah, better stop there. I could feel my face heat up slightly, as Chauvelin grinned, probably slightly amused. I would of started to talk non-stop. "How was yours?"

Eh, my fingers are twitching slightly. Going most the whole summer without seriously sketching anything...a bit sad, I'm suffering withdrawal. Oh well.
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[Drade130]

Drade


"Heh," Seems like Malfoy learned to control his temper. Hmm, better head to the prefects compartment. I went up to a girl from Hufflepuff who looked familiar. Ruby or something.

"Umm, excuse me. Could you look after my dog for a little bit. Shes quite sweet and won't cause trouble," I said. She looked a bit apprehensive but agreed.

"Thanks," I smiled. She half smiled back as I walked through a few compartments. I realized I still had my wand out and stored in my back pocket, remembering what Moody would say

"Don't put your wand there! Better wizards than you have lost buttocks that way," I smiled. Moody, what a funny old fogie. I stepped into the prefects compartment and saw Malfoy, but figured in front of people, nah. I wondered how Zulta was doing...

[Lorelei]

*bursts into tears* I MISSED YOU GUYS SO MUCH! *hugs everyone*

I found TPM was getting way way way too infested with idiot newbies, so I left for a while and kept forgetting to come back...and I come back, and I find you guys are still here! What's been going on? I heard Ginger resigned and TMM was kicked, but otherwise I'm like a newbie again!

I went over to Avidgamers for a bit... but honestly, its so dull compared to TPM, just so so so mickey-mouse. Posts on average there are about the length of two sentances, so my good roleplaying skills are quite rusty. OMG, all the Harry Potter RPing I've been doing was just so terrible, no one read any books, and there was too many members, it got so horrible...

*read Pheonix 7 times already*

And people mentioned Lorelei in their forms! *hugs Ginger and Serebii* I'm gonna have to bring her back!

*sobs for joy* You don't mind a LSU, do you?

Name: Lorelei Malfoy
Age: 40
Gender: Female
Teacher: Care of Magical Creatures
Appearance: Lorelei is still quite the same as she was as a schoolgirl. Shoulder-length blonde hair is braided into two loose braids, but its streaked with navy blue and pink. Her eyes are, as usual, cloudy blue-grey, and her skin is more tanned and her complexion is pretty. She still sports the same slender but curvy build, and she wears long, form-fitting midnight blue robes open, with a black tee and khaki jeans underneath. She dresses rather casually and teenager-like for her age, explaining her still-there fondness for pranks, jokes and fun. When out of teaching-time, she usually wears her robes. However, when teaching classes, she likes to wear muggle clothing, as its much easier to move around in and work with magical animals when you don't have long robes hanging to your ankles. Anyone who has seen her in class will have seen the magical star tatoo on her forearm, one that moves just like a picture, one of a rosy star with blue flames. She also wears a pure silver necklace with a pretty charm on it, shaped like a unicorn.
Personality: Lorelei remains as she was, though slightly more mature, but still young at heart. She vows to be anything but the serious, strict figure her brother is. She tends to slack off, and though she has a great heart for animals, she acts coldly to some other people. She grows very jealous very easily, and she loves a good verbal fight. But she can be nice, to select people. She tends to act different to each house, being a bit biased. Ravenclaw and Gryffindor are her favourites, Hufflepuff is 'okay' and Slytherin is just the ones she would like to kick. She can be very moody and bitchy, but generally is a nice, kind person, except she is foul to everyone who gets in her bad books. She used to be very opposed to her own family, but she accepts now that its her place, and that its her life, and she'll stick up for her family now. But, she tends to oppose being a Malfoy every time Lucius is involved in the slurs against her family, as she welcomes any insult to her brother. What a loving family, no?
Former House: Ravenclaw
Relationships: Her twin brother, Lucius, is quite an ***, in her opinion, and she enjoys nothing better than to tease him and backstab him. And her favourite little nephew, Draco? She doesn't mind him, and she takes back saying any child of her brother's would be the spawn of the devil. And most of her past relations are either dead or hardly around; James, Lily and Sirius are dead, Peter is dead, and she gets quite annoyed on the subject.
Loyalties: Lorelei is slightly torn at this. She is slightly more patriotic to her family, but she is still loyal to her friend's side, the Order. Thus, she is neutral, having no idea which way to lean, as she doesn't want to offend either. When James and Lily died, she steered away from the Order, even though she was already leery. Then, when Sirius died, she was completely shoved neutral, as she felt thet the Order was just being picked off one by one.
Side Occupations: Nope.
Other: She's new, brand new, to the job, and she hasn't stepped a single foot into Hogwarts since graduation. She has a slight tendancy to lose where she is in the castle, and completely forgets her way. But, if you get caught in trouble with her, she's probably the best person to be caught by. She's sort of strict in a what-you-did-was-wrong way, but normally, if you dump a bucket of toad spleens on a classmates head, you find yourself serving a half-hour of detention at max, and a lot of laughs. She loves pranks, but she isn't an easy target, and she isn't afraid to pull one right back on students if they so much as think to do so.

[Ginger Cat]

Yay!!!! You did come back!!!!

I was looking for you before, but couldn't find you. Now I know why...
Whoooooooooooo! We have Lorelei back in the game!

Welcome.
lol, the spawn of the devil... Poor Lucius. Heh. Ah, more funstuffs. And we have another teacher. Nyah.
Nyahahhahaha...

Mad-Eye finally gets to post... yee...

Other Character-
Name: Alastor “Mad-Eye” Moody
Age: Around 70... I’ll check on it laters…
Gender: Male
Appearance: 5’10”. Frightening to look at, especially at a first meeting, and especially if one doesn’t know him… Or maybe if one knew him as an enemy. Long, messy-looking gray hair--grizzled, eh? Skin is pallid, almost dusty-looking. Scarred badly--they’re all over his body and often very deep. Has one wooden leg and one magical eye. Magical eye is bright blue in color, while natural eye is a more faded blue.
Personality: Merciless when dealing with criminals and speaking of them. Not exactly vengeful, but at least somewhat sadistic when it comes to the enemy. Distinctly paranoid; he checks and doubles checks everything, then triple checks just to make sure. Has a tendency to be crude, and is blatantly disgusting at times.
Relationships: …
Occupation/Group Affiliation: The Order
Where Your Loyalties Lie: The Order, o’ course…
Anything to share about your past?: Not really anything that isn’t said in the books… He was an Auror, and was in the original group against Voldemort. Got locked in a trunk, came out, joined the Order… You all know.
Other: He’s got a bowler hat! And a shibby jacket! … O_o

Alastor “Mad-Eye” Moody
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We were at the headquarters--several members of the Order were. We had heard news. Bad news. Horrid news. Perhaps the worst yet, and also news that we had anticipated.

“We warned them!” I barked suddenly, cutting through the silence.

“Yes… we’ve warned them of quite a lot,” Lupin looked up from his place down the table, his eyes weary. Of course he was tired. Everyone was tired. Not that we’d let our guard down; we couldn’t Even if for a moment, a drop in defense could prove easily to be our ruin.

The dementors had left their posts at Azkaban for good, and those in the prison had escaped. Why the hell hadn’t they taken proper precautions? All of this could’ve been avoided? It was going to result in further bloodshed--further unnecessary bloodshed. And it would no doubt be the blood of the innocent that stained the ground.

Of course there was no way to find all of them. It seemed that most had slipped back into the woodwork, while others had managed to drive back into society. No doubt, money was involved. How could they not see? How could they be so very blind? Good God, I could see better than they, and I had only one eye. All right, bad remark.

“The fact still remains that we need to find some way to contain them, to contain,” Weasley paused for a moment, than continued, “Voldemort’s followers.”

“Of course we do. That’s the entire problem.” I fixed one eye on him while the other scanned the area. Always better to keep watch, especially during times such as these. One never knew what could happen, what could turn up. “That and, of course, we’ll all need to be more careful. It seems that he has more working for him than we knew.”

“We have more than he expects.”

“True, Molly,” I nodded, “but that isn’t our problem.”

“It’s our advantage to know, though,” another voice added. This one was Tonks, her hair yet again changed. Did she ever keep it the same for more than twenty--four hours? Perhaps not, and that was certainly an attribute. She could easily alter herself, a defense against those who could be watching her. Even so, she would need to take the necessary precautions.

Take a different route every day. Don’t go to the same place for more than four consecutive days unless entirely necessary, and then take a very different route. Use different doors. Be sure of all exits. Be sure of all possible contacts. Know your enemies. The list went on in that manner for quite some length.

“Yes, and it is also to our advantage to take necessary,” I ignored the collective groan--barely heard it, actually--as I continued, “precautions. Need I remind you of them? I daresay you haven’t heard them enough, as you can never actually hear them too many times. Better to be safe than sorry. Take a different route every day…”

“Mad-Eye,” Lupin said shortly, cutting me off. “We know.”

For a moment I fixed him with both eyes, staring at him intently. Then both eyes swung away from his face, each heading in a different direction. “Very well. Don’t blame me when the find you.”

“I won’t.”

“Right then…” I shrugged inwardly. Hopefully, they would remember. I certainly did. It was beneficial; I was alive to prove that. “Back to the task at hand…”

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Chauvelin Aermand ~ 7th Year Slytherin
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I grinned at the response from Ruby; the imitation accent in particular was excellent. It was good to talk with someone from the school. A Hufflepuff… Mmm. Really, the differences between houses weren’t as strong as most made them out to be. The differences that most saw were simply picked up for show.

I was about to respond in kind when the door opened and another Hufflepuff, Drade, I believe, stepped in. He asked Rudy to watch his dog, then stepped out--not before throwing me an icy look. Oh, right. Here was a prime example of House prejudice. A Slytherin hater. How very lovely that was. A part of me would have liked to rip his eyes out. In general, however, I only wanted to give him a slap on the face and tell him to wake up.

Wraith growled suddenly, the hair down his spine raising as he looked after Drade’s--curiously, he seemed to have no problem with the other dog. “****,” I muttered, looking over at Ruby apologetically, then back at Wraith. “Just another dog, Wraith…” I rubbed his forehead, hoping it would soothe him. It did, luckily. I could only hope that Drade didn’t walk in again. Looked like Wraith recognized Drade as a prat. At least, I thought so, and it looked as if this dog did, too.

“My summer went well enough… I think I may finally be able to play a guitar instead of faking it,” I grinned, running my fingers through the fur under Wraith’s chin. “You know how summers are… Same old same old. Go home, see the family, get settled in at home, and just when you’re used to it, back to school… Same as always.”

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[Lorelei]

So, do you love Snape even more and hate James and Sirius after reading Snape's Worst Memory? Lol :p

Lorelei was in the book! Lorelei was in the book! *grin* In Snape's Worst Memory:
...and a girl sitting behind him was eyeing him hopefully... about Sirius! *bounces* Hehehehehe. 0o;;

Spaaawn of Lucius/devil. He IS, but he's got Black family blood in him *shudder* He's tainted! Eee, he's NOT a Malfoy! He's a Black-Hearted Malfoy! *babbles on*

Being a teacher is F-U-N! 0o;;;

And now, my first REAL rp post since... months and months ago!

Lorelei Malfoy
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The Hogwarts train was quite familiar, but certainly very older. Since my last ride on the Express, the seat cushions had been a faded grey. Now, they had been replaced with a ugly green of some sort. Hideous, really. I mused calmly to myself as I walked down the hall of the train, feeling quite alone.

If this were over twenty years ago, I would be walking with Sirius, James, Remus, Peter and Lily. I thought, steering around other students, taller than most of them. A few students stopped to look, but then again, it wasn't every day that a teacher walked in with streaked hair in two colours wearing jeans and a t-shirt. And there would be a waterballoon bursting on someone's head, and some type of spider on the loose.

I came to a dead halt infront of the door to what used to be our favourite compartment. As trunks weren't normally handy on the train, James and Sirius had broken out a board on the wallpanel and stashed a bunch of Jipper's Jokes supplies in it for every ride. So when I went in, it was mercifully empty.

After dumping my purse on the seat, one trainer-clad foot stepped onto the seat, followed by another. I could reach the board, if only I could remember where it was. I shifted my position, having the trunk rack digging in my arm, and found a semi-loose cracked board. Pressing my fingers into the narrow groove, I tugged, and the whole board came out easily.

All there was left of James and Sirius's big stock pile was a few firecrackers and a bag of white pellets labelled 'Stink Pellets' in James's untidy writing.

"Well, you two would not be happy seeing how the supply has diminished..." I muttered to myself, jumping down to the floor after resealing the little plank-door. "No indeed, and Lily would have been happy for that..."

Plopping down on my seat in a rather unladylike way, I sat and thought about my previous life at Hogwarts. We tortured Lucius and Severus quite a bit. But that was an understatement. We tortured those guys. I vaguely remember something about a 'romance' book called 'Becky's First Kiss', and then nailing Lucius right smack in the head with it when I got angry with him.

And then there was his girlfriend, Angel Carleton, or something. Damn, I didn't remember anything we did to her. It was either her or Arian-something that got overly blasted with a Cheering Charm. Dying Snape and Lucius rainbow colours... that was another vague memory. There was too many for words. And blowing up all the Slytherins and covering them with red-and-gold flowers, and accidently catching a Gryffindor in the process. Some guy... Arc, or Nail... whatever his name was, was pissed off with the Marauders for ages. Most of our house was.

There was too many memories. Somewhere back then, the Slytherin table got blown up, about forty Slytherin quills were transformed into rabbits in one Defense Against the Dark Arts class, where Renton got so cheesed off he docked many many points.

And we mocked Lucius so many times for getting stuck playing opposite of Narcissa in a play. Who would of known, I'm related by marriage to Sirius, very distantly. All because of his cousin and my brother ended up really getting hitched.

Narcissa is a whining b*tch, I wonder why he never married Carlton.

Either way, he was stuck with a wife, and a son. I didn't mind Draco all that much. He IS a stuck-up little brat and I don't like that, considering he focuses it all on my best friends' son. Whining brat. But I like my nephew more than I like the goddamn jerk known as my twin.

I haven't seen Harry since he was a baby, less than a year old. So getting to see him would be a nice treat, and I want to see if he looks exactly like James, just like I've heard. Last time I talked to Sirius.... before the accident... he mentioned how Harry isn't as much like James as he thought... but then again, Sirius and James were unbeatable pranksters, and I don't think anyone could live that up.

It just feels so strange to be back...

I shuddered involuntarily, and gave a sigh. It'd both be great and heartbreaking to see the castle again. Ravenclaw tower, my classroom, everything. I hardly could think of where everything is. Its been over twenty years....

[DarkBlastoise]

~*-> Morbrid <-*~

It took a while for anyone to notice me, but that was normal...

Finally, one of the girls seated in the opposite turned my way and whispered something into the ear of the other girl. *sigh* that was normal to, many people liked to gossip and make fun of me, sadly for some of them, their taunting resulted in them being flung across doorways, and for a certain Jonathan Grey of Ravenclaw, having their legs turned to stone...

I buried myself within my vlothes once again and then turned my eyes to Shadow, who was ruffling her feathers and picking at her food dish.

My raven had lost alot of weight during the summer, and jumped back when that infernal dog barked at it...

"why cant everyone just leave me the hell alone..." I muttered, but then, to my suprise, one of the girls, who I believe is from Slytherin, said "So...how was your summer?..."

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[Toxicity]

Ack! Gomen nasai for my lateness...I had to move and there was lack of internet time...*sweatdrops* ._.;

Name: Ami Zypher
Age: 16
Year: 6th
Gender: Female
Appearance: About 5'11", slender build with a small bit of muscle on her back and arms. Her hair is a deep raven black with a few random blue streaks, her eyes are a hauntingly deep blue with a ring of cold grey around the pupils, and her skin is pale...nearly colorless. When she's not in her robes, she wears a long-sleeved black shirt and baggy black pants that hide her shoes. No matter what, except during Quidditch practice/games, she wear a small black chain necklace with black stars that bear small rubies. Her ears are also pierced three times each.
Personality: She's a bit hopeless in her depression and silence, but can be cold and heartless. She tries to think of a way to get herself out of a problem, but fails sometimes. She seems to hide a secret...one she wishes to take with her to the grave.
House: Slytherin
Quidditch Position: Chaser
Wand: 11 inch Oak, phoenix feather
Pet: A young black cat named Hoshi.
Classes:
-Potions
-Defense Against the Dark Arts
-Herbology
-Literature and Art
-Care for Magical Creatures
-Charms
-Dramatics
Favorite Class: Potions
Relationships: None yet...
Parents: Her mother a witch....father is a wizard, thus deceased(by who? I think you know...).
Where Your Loyalties Lie: She seems a bit neutral most of the time, despite missing her father. She seems to be confused if the order is truthful or not.
Other: She's actually a good student, but sometimes doesn't believe it....

<*>Ami Zypher - Slytherin/Chaser<*>
I waved goodbbye slowly towards my mother, and walked off alone towards an empty seating area...Hoshi's cage rattled at my side as I walked with my things. Sighing, I entered an empty area in the next car and sat down...wondering why they were against me. If my father was still alive, he would've come up with something to get me out of this...yet, my mother had no time. I let Hoshi out into my lap and stroked her silky black fur, the pale sunlight reflecting off the rubies on my necklace.

I gazed at my broomstick tied to my case of clothing and robes....I wondered of the perfect timing, and watched as people enjoyed their treats of the usual cart. I turned away, Hoshi mewing softly...pawing at my hand. It was another year for us at Hogwarts, and who knows what would happen. My silence was calm, and everything outside passed by along with the train...I hope Hogwarts was nothing like last year...I only hope so...

[Shadow Djinn]

Student-
Name:Zane Keskagi
Age:15
Year:5
Gender:Male
Appearance: Attatchement
Personality: Calm and silent..he's been t Hogwarts long enough for people to know not to insult him, and he can be fierce when wanted.
House: Ravenclaw
Quidditch Position: Seeker
Wand:9" Oak, Dragon Heartstring
Pet: A small malamute named Frost
Classes:Flying, Charms, Transfiguration, Defense against the Dark Arts, Care of Magical Creatures, HErbology, Arthrimincy
Favorite Class: Charms
Relationships: Luna's brother
Parents: Both wizards
Where Your Loyalties Lie: Neutral
Other:

Student-
Name:Luna Keskagi
Age:13
Year:3
Gender:F
Appearance: Long blue hair, and cold blue eyes. Out of robes she has a blue tanktop on, and black shorts.
Personality: Really friendly to friends, and can be fierce to enemies. She can hold a long grudge, and will be intimidating when needed.
House: Ravenclaw
Quidditch Position: CHaser
Wand:10" Oak, Phoniex Feather
Pet: Parakeet named SKy
Classes:Flying, Charms, Transfiguration, Defense against the Dark Arts, Care of Magical Creatures, HErbology, Arthrimincy
Favorite Class: Transfiguration
Relationships: Zane's sister
Where your Loyaties Lie: Neutral


Post later...^^;



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[Outlaw JT]

Ginger: thanks for approving my special requests. I thought you might find the idea interesting.

Name: Reginald Jensen (Everyone calls him Shrimp because of his size though)
Age: 11
Year: 1st year
Gender: male
Appearance: Reggie is only about 4' tall, only a few inches taller than little Professor Flitwick, he has stringy and slightly shiny black hair that parts itself every which way(much like Harry Potter's it refuses to obey a comb), he has deep and subtle brown eyes, and he is about the thinnest, most wiry looking young lad you had ever seen at 11 years old. Just about everyone refers to him as Shrimp because of his appearance but rather than be disheartened or insulted by it he encourages the nickname so as not to give it power over him. he fully believes that a word can only have power if you give it power. he wears an old faded silver rune under his shirt or robes at all times that he never lets anyone see and he dresses in tattered black jeans and a faded black(practically gray now) tee when not in school robes.
Personality: He is always very quiet and most think him shy but more observant people can't help but think there is something off about him. he is a very observant person himself and he takes in many things that slip past the sense of those around him. he stutters a bit when he is nervous. he can also be a bit quirky sometimes.
House: Gryffindor (although the sorting hat wanted to place him elsewhere)
Quidditch Position: he hopes to try out for Chaser or Beater even though he is only first year (thanks for approval Ginger-sai. I'll decide when the time comes to make an audition post or I'll take whichever of the two positions is left at that time)
Wand: 13" Cherrywood with a sliver of unicorn horn for the core
Pet: a small king snake he calls Precious(its a female king snake)
Classes: Defense Against the Dark Arts, Potions, Charms, Care of Magical Creatures, Transfiguration, Herbology
Favorite Class: Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, and Potions
Relationships: He has an unusual curiosity about Harry Potter, but then what young wizard doesn't?
Parents: unknown. He is an orphan and he was left just enough money by an unnamed benefactor to pay for everything he needs for Hogwarts including a preowned Nimbus 2001 so he could play Quidditch if they'd have him.
Where Your Loyalties Lie: He makes a point of expressing how horrified he is of the Dark Lords actions whenever someone asks him.
Other:



Reginald Jensen (Reggie to some, Shrimp to everyone but the teachers)
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His back was propped up against a pillar at the rear of platform 9 and 3/4. His eyes tried hard to follow the progress of all the other students as they boarded the train but he couldn't see over the crowd. He caught an occasional glimpse through the crowd as people shifted but not enough to recognize faces. Not that he should be able to recognize faces.......
He would have to make his own way across the platform to board the train very soon. The thought of being overlooked and trampled under the crowd held him back a bit. He would wait till the platform cleared just a bit more. He had forgotten how miniscule he was in a crowd but the first time he got knocked over he quickly remembered how easily everyone failed to see him. He would just wait here till there was a clear path.
"All Aboard! Last boarding call for Hogwarts Express!" someone shouted from the fron car at the other end of the platform.
Well, that meant he had to move now. He turned to his side and grasped the handle of his huge trunk with both hands and tugged with all his might. He barely managed to move it two inches.
"Darnit," he whispered to himself as a few beads of sweat gathered on his forehead as he gave another mighty tug.
It budged only another few inches. In frustration he grabbed for his wand in his robes but stopped inches before his hand came to rest on it. 11 year old wizards weren't allowed to do magic away from school. Darnit! he cursed to himself as he tightened his grip on his trunk and pulled again.
This time it didn't even move though as someone, not looking down as they walked, knocked him over sideways causing him to let go. The person cursed aloud, not understanding how they managed to trip until they looked down and saw hiw tiny form sprawled across the platform next to his massive trunk(which was practically bigger than he was).
"I'm sorry! I didn't see ya there little guy. Let me get that for you," the man said as he easily picked up his trunk with one hand while helping reggie to his feet.
The man cleared a path and Reggie followed all the way to the doors at the rear of the train. The man stowed the trunk underneath the train and indicated the door for Reggie to step up and enter. He smiled and nodded at the man before stretching his legs as far as he could to reach the bottom step up to the train. He waved his thanks before disappearing into the last car.
He walked to the front of that last car, checking each compartment, before walking back to the absolute last compartment. It had a dark looking fellow who seemed almost giant to Reggie and a pair of girls who were whispering and giggling to each other. One of the girls leaned forward to ask how the dark boys summer was but before he answered Reggie walked inbetween them and took a seat next to the dark boy. This silenced everyone in the car for a moment as they all turned to take in the diminutive form of Reginald Jensen. He was quite used to it. As, it seems, was the boy he sat next to who clearly towered over him in the next seat.
The dark boy eventually answered the giggling girls question once the train started moving but nothing much else was said for quite some time. Reggie sat next to the large dark boy in silence. He could tell this dark boy was not normal and he knew exactly why. He could feel it and it should have made him feel uneasy. Instead though, Reggie felt a bit relieved.
Nearly an hour into the train ride the pair of giggling girls got up and walked forward away from that rear compartment. Reggie took this as a chance for him to talk as he was much more comfortable with this strange dark boy than he could ever be with those giggling girls.
"You're different from them," Reggie said plainly as if it was as clear and evident as the sunshine out their window.
"You got a big mouth for such a littlle guy......" and the dark boy paused as if looking for a name.
"Shrimp. Everyone just calls me Shrimp on account of me being so....small. What's your name?" Reggie said evenly, almost seming to enjoy the conversation.
"Morbrid. And I am not so........." the dark boy began.
"Yes you are. You're different then all of them. You've got dementor blood in you. I can feel it," Reggie smiled at the frustrated look on the dark boy, Morbrid's face. "It's ok. I don't care. Doesn't bother me really. Want some Berty Bott's Beans?"
Reggie reached in his robes and pulled out a half empty box of Berty Bott's Every Flavour Beans. As he stretched it out towards Morbrid a hissing sound emitted from his wrist, followed by a small black and red snake head popping out of the sleeve of his robe. Reggie held his other hand up to his face and let out what sounded like a low exhaling yawn. Quickly the snake head disappeared back into his sleeve as if it had never been there. Reggie smiled up at Morbrid, the beans still outstretched in offering. Reggie liked this boy already.

[DarkBlastoise]

gj JT

~*-> Morbrid <-*~

I took some beans out of the boy's hand and fed one to Raven

What questioned me was why had this kid taken to me?

Everyone else usually shyed away from me, but he just sat down and even offered me some candy...

ANOTHER thing, he guessed correctly about the Dementor blood, how did he know? only experianced wizards can guess things like that

Maybe this boy, "Shrimp" as he likes to be called, will teach me something

maybe he will be my...f-friend...

"so..." I said, as I turned my head to him, ""Shrimp"?"

"yeah..." he replied semi-meekly, "im used to it now..."

"what's your real name?" I asked, inquisitevely,

"my real name is Reggie" and to my suprise, he stretched out his hand,

Is this friendship? I asked myself, is this for real? or is this some trick? I pondered

I slowly extended my arm to shake his hand, but he let out a small gasp

$hit..I thought to myself, he saw the Mark...

When I had recieved the Blood...I also recieved this disfigured mard on my forearm that looks like bony fingers reaching out to strangle un-suspecting victims...

but before Reggie could say anything, I retracted my arm, and the train began to slow down...

[MarshmallowEgg]

Name: Rouge Channing
Age: 15
Year: 5th year
Gender: Female
Appearance: About 5'7" and very thin, with long blond hair that goes to the middle of her back. She normally keeps it pulled back into a ponytail. Her deep blue eyes are flecked with green, and normally betray everything she's thinking. She's very lightly tanned, but it's hard to tell.
Personality: She's very outgoing. She likes to meet new people and make friends. She's loyal, too - she'll never stab a friend in the back, and she guards secrets with her life. She'll give her life for any of her friends if need be, though she hopes she won't be put in that position.
House: Gryffindor
Quidditch Position: Chaser
Wand: Willow wand, 10 1/2 inches, unicorn hair core
Pet: A white, female owl with black wing and tail tips and blue eyes named Calantha. She was an early 12th birthday gift from Rouge's parents.
Classes: Potions, DADA, Charms, Transfigurations, Literature and Art, Arithmancy
Favorite Class: Literature and Art
Relationships: None
Parents: Her mother (Aphrodite) is a witch, her father (Redmond) a wizard. Her father was muggle-born.
Where Your Loyalties Lie: She's against Voldemort, but she knows nothing about the Order.
Other: None

Rouge Channing - F - 5th year Gryffindor
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I leaned back in my seat, closing my eyes as I listened to Calantha hoot softly. I was a little tired, and bored too. People had walked through my compartment, but no one had stayed yet. Stretching, I decided to take out my arithmancy book and review some of the stuff we had gone over. I had struggled a little in the subject the year before, and I wanted to make sure it didn't happen again.

Pulling the book from my trunk, I heard Calantha click her beak disapprovingly. I rolled my eyes and grinned up at her. She just looked away. She wasn't big on me reading - she would have rather I payed attention to her. Focusing back on the book, I began to read.

OOC: Ugh, short, but I couldn't think of anything.

[Elemental Seribii]

*is hugged* Welcome back, Lorelei! ^-^

Ruby Cynita - 5th Year Hufflepuff
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So. Drade had just left me with his mini-husky.

I could either let Reign out of his cage, and tell him to stay put on my shoulder or something, put the cage on the top rack, and let the dog sit on the chair.

That would have to do.

I unlatched the cage, and Reign rattled it excitedly. He hadn't been out all day. He scuttled up my arm, and stopped on my shoulder.
"You'll be okay there, right?" I whispered to him. He hooted. I took it as a yes.

I stood up, and shoved the cage in the overhead rack. The dog, who had been pacing the isle, immediately jumped up onto the cushion.

"What's your name..." I muttered, and found a collar, saying only 'Zulta'. "Zulta?" The dog yapped.

Chauvelin's dog growled, and Zulta growled back.

I rubbed her back, and she calmed down, and rested her head on the chair.

I looked over at Chaveulin, who grinned sympathetically. He was scratching under his dog's chin, trying to do the same thing.

When the car quietened down, I realised my fingers were tingling.

I finally gave in, and rummaged around in my bag, finding one of the notebooks that I had stashed there, after my Mum warning me not to get to wrapped up in drawing again. 'Please, please, please, Ruby? Try and make some real friends!'

Shrugging off the comment, I opened to an empty page, and took out a Muggle pencil. They're much easier to drawn with than quills.

Flipping through the pages, I saw Hannah Abbot, The Bloody Baron, Hagrid, and a whole bunch of un-nameable students.

I looked over to see Chauvelin looking at me with a bemused smile. I blushed a shade of pink.
"You don't mind, do you?"
"No, no, not at all."

Eh. His face is sorta longish, slightly set eyes. Basic hair...well, I think I've seen him around with it pulled back, but it's not right now.

We both still talked (as I sketched), about the summer, slight rants about things, what he thought he wanted to do when he left the school. Stuff you talk about when you think you're running out of things to say.
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Ni. Hope that's okiday. Shall post for Draco and Sai later.

[Outlaw JT]

Reginald Jensen (Reggie to some, Shrimp to everyone but the teachers)
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Reggie yanked his arm back before Morbrid could see Precious. That was the second time his king snake felt the need to pop its head out to hiss at the dark bo Morbrid. Apparently Precious was weary of Morbrid for the very same reason Reggie felt a bit at ease with him; his dementors blood.
It was odd for him to feel at ease in the least bit. Yet he did. Reggie really couldn't even understand it himself. He could guess why but he wasn't brave enough to have such thoughts.
"I bet you are a Slytherin," Reggie said quietly, quite sure he was right.
"Yeah. Any idea where you think you'll be sorted? You are a first year, right?" Morbrid asked to make sure.
Surely someone as small as Reggie had to be a first year. I mean, he didn't really look big enough to even be that so he surely couldn't be any older. Reggie nodded at him with the quirky smile that had been growing the whole train ride.
"Yep. First year. I know exactly where I'll be too. I am going to be Gryffindor," Reggie responded with assurance.
"Why so confident Shrimp? I'd've pegged you for Slytherin with your hair," Morbrid answered back casually.
"Just a feeling," Reggie responded with that persistent quirky smile, no sign of doubt in him whatsoever.
There was something else behind his voice, behind his eyes too. Something that refused to be seen or noticed by Morbrid but was there nonetheless. He did know where the sorting hat was going to place him somehow and there could be no doubt about it.
Suddenly, as the train began to slow, the pair of giggling girls returned to their compartment. Immediately Reggie's quirky smile faded and his face dropped towards the floor, avoiding the sight of the girls. It occurred to Morbrid that Reggie was not normally so open with people as he had been with him. So again, why him?
The train pulled to a stop and the girls gathered their things and left. Morbrid and Reggie got up at the same time and both took a step towards the door to the compartment. They both then stopped and let out an awkward smile.
"Hope I'll see you around. Us little guys need intimidating friends like you Morbrid," Reggie said as the quirky smile flashed once more.
"Yeah. See you around Shrimp. Good luck with your sorting," Morbrid answered, a little unsure of what else to say.
Reggie didn't wait for him to come up with more of an answer or more questions. He quickly exited the rear of the train to the sound of a thundering voice.
"First years, come with me. This way first years," a mountain of a man said from near the front of the train.
Normally he wouldn't be able to see a single soul that far away with a crowd like this getting off the train. There was nothing normal about this man though. Reggie let out an audible gulp as the thundering mountain of a man made his way towards the rear with other first years in tow. He ducked to the side as the mountain man passed and fell in line with the other first years, all of whom were at least a foot taller than him. It was an interesting start to say the least.

[DarkBlastoise]

~*-> Morbrid <-*~

As I watched Shrimp walk away with the rest of the 1st years, I sighed and thought of when I could go back to being young, but then again, those werent the best of times...

As Morbrid advanced towards the Great Hall, he remembered all the events that had happened at the school, aswell as the fact that Voldemort is back nonetheless, and also...how he had been picked on, teased, pranked (usual for the Weasley Twins, but also everyone else) and above else, distanced from my peers...

Shrimp, must feel the same way...I thought to myself, and then came up with a resolve, "im not going to let what happened to me, happen to him..."

But before I could mutter anymore, I ran into someone,

After pulling some strands of hair away fro mmy face, I could see that it was none other than the "Great Potter" who had graciously slammed into my side,

"oh Harry..." said one of his mates, a girl by the name of Hermione, "you should be more careful..."

"Dont be blammin yourself..." said another one, Ron, I believe is his name, "That blocke ran into you..." as he scooped up one of Potter's books...

"Well...well...seems we have a little conflict here..." said another voice, before I could retort to Ron's insult, the sarchastic voice of Draco Malfoy, and then Malfoy stepped out of the darkness to face us

"Malfoy, stay out of this..." muttered Potter aloud,

"Well, I really dont like either of you..." he retorted, eyeing me cautiously, "but Father DID say to make new friends, so Potter, unless you shut your mouth, Ill have to..."

but before he could continue, a final voice entered the fray, this time, it had no realistic body...

The voice of Albus Dumbledore rang through every students head, calling everyone to the Great Hall...

I scoffed, turned around and entered, leaving the others to bicker...

[Ginger Cat]

Eh, Blastoise and JT, could we possibly slow up a bit? Let everyone have a bit of time getting off the train before the ceremony begins, all right?

Thankee-sai...

I don't have time to post. Just wanted everyone to know that your characetrs should be getting toward/to the end of the train ride. Not quite to the ceremony though,a s I said...

Hope that's okay with everyone.

[Avian Freeze]

*rushes in* x_x. Sorry, I didn't know we could post here before being approved at the sign-up topic.

Name: Zev Bryzaire
Age: 15
Year: 5th year
Gender: Male
Appearance: Around 5' 8'' with a medium build, short black hair that is spiked up in the front, deep brown eyes, and light tanned skin. He wears a spherical pendant on his necklace which is a creamy sky blue color. It was given to him by his mother at birth and he has worn it ever since.
Personality: Very cheerful and almost always happy, but he can get frustrated or irritated at times. He is very easy to talk to, and takes a lot of things lightheartedly. He is also very laid back, and he also rarely takes things seriously. He gets bored really easily due to his nature, and he prefers to live in the present, rarely thinking of the future and anything about it.
House: Ravenclaw, though it was a tough decision between that and Gryffindor
Quidditch Position: May I be a Chaser or are there too many?
Wand: Maple bark, 9 inches, traces of Phoenix feathers
Pet: A little dark golden hawk with brown tipped wings, and icy blue eyes. His name is Gavin, which unsurprisingly, means "Little Hawk". Gavin was given to him by his father before he set off for Hogwarts
Classes: Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfigurations, Potions, Charms, Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures (what happened to Astronomy? If there is Astronomy, I'll take it instead of Herbology)
Favorite Class: Defense Against the Dark Arts
Relationships: No other relationships currently.
Parents: His mother is a Muggle and his father is a Wizard.
Where Your Loyalties Lie: Against Voldemort, he has no idea about the Order
Other: No :O

Zev, 5th year, Ravenclaw

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I had been sitting in an empty train compartment for a while, Gavin on my wrist and suitcase in hand. Last year had been amazing. I couldn't believe all that happened, and I was so glad that that Umbridge woman had been tossed out of the school. Man she was a b-, I couldn't bring myself to say the word. I may have been reckless, but I wasn't mean. She was definitely horrible though. The whole school went into chaos as soon as she became Headmistress. Well, at least now Dumbledore was back and everything was back to normal. Well at least I hoped so. Voldemort had been gaining power but everyone knew now. Everyone thought that Harry Potter kid was crazy when he was blabbering about it, but his story had ben proven to be true. The Ministry of Magic sure made fools out of themselves.

Anyway, we were going back to another year at Hogwarts, and I doubted this year would be more interesting than the last, but who knows? I was so bored, and I had to find something to do and so I began to pace between the train cars. I came across a girl with blonde hair. I bent down, purposefully trying to make myself be seen and stared at her book. "So whatcha readin?" I asked, smiling. The book didn't look so interesting, but I was hoping to make a friend.

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Okay, I know it was short, but I couldn't think of much xP. Future posts will be longer.

[DarkBlastoise]

sorry Ginger-san, chan whatever the hell it is...

Ive just been in so many RPGs where they froze at one point and died, so thats why I speeded it up a little...

sorry bout that, I wont advance anything until everyone's off the train k?

[Bulbasaur4]

Well,, I'm back from Vacation! POSTIES! ^^




I don't think anyone has interacted with my charries...
Student-

Name: Rywen Yiaro
Age: 17
Year: 6th
Gender: Male
Appearance: (see attachment below)
Personality: He is a very honest person, and a big clear-thoughte dperson. If you ever want an unbiased opinion, he is the type of guy to keep neutral... although he is a very loyal friend and extremely wise for his age. Very mature, and yet fun and lovable to be around as well. He is a sociable person and not one to be afraid to say hello or help others out.
House: Ravenclaw (Prefect)
Quidditch Position: Chaser (Captain)
Wand: About 11', and strangely has a reddish tint to it. Made out of Mahogany Witch Wood, along with the essence of Wolfbane and the feather of the phoenix.
Pet: He has a pet cat, which is all pure black with green eyes whom he fondly calls, Tsinge.
Classes:
Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts
Transfigurations
Potions
Dramatics
Care of Magical Creatures
Charms
Flying

Favorite Class: Absolutely loves Defense Against the Dark Arts
Relationships: Well, anyone is good to go for relationsships to Rywen. If anyone wants relationships to Rywen, please ask and I will happily oblige! ^^ Severus Snape acts like he doesn't like Rywen however, since Rywen seems to have taken 'adult' duties when he isn't even a 7th year. (Hope that's okay Ging)
Parents: Both are Wizards, although they were killed many years ago and Rywen was an orphan in a foster home, but he doesn't dwell upon it much.
Where Your Loyalties Lie: He is all for the Order
Other: Rywen seems to have shown extreme skills, so he is training for an Auror since he recieved almost all Excellent in all his OWLs, except for Divination which Rywen did not really care for. With this, he was given the job of assisting in Defense Against the Dark Arts classes while privately studying on his own. Becuase of this, many students look to Rywen in a tight situation becuase he remains calm and focused.




Rywen Yiaro - 6th Year/M - Ravenclaw(Prefect)
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Getting everything for 6th year was rather easy for me, although I couldn't help but eye every single person in Diagon Alley with suspicion. I had always believed Dumbledore, when he said Voldemort was back. I had sensed it... I knew it had to be true.
I never really understood Harry Potter much, nor did I try to. I didn't treat him like a celebrity, or any different then anyone else when I met him in the hallways. I some how knew however, that last year he had ran into Voldemort... it was the rumors that I had heard all around, and I usually kept to my instincts, which told me a lot of those rumors- parts of them- were true.

Finally when everything was in order, all I had left to do was pick up my beautiful feline, Tsinge, and get onto the train.

I was standing before the Hogwarts train, and it seemed like this year... everything would change. Some how I had a sneaking suspision many eerie occurances would happen, mysteries revealed, and new ones born. It always happened, and it made me rather excited yet the rational side of me was very curious yet level. No sense getting over aprehensive about a year which Voldemort could very well suddenly disappear for a while....
I doubted it.

"Well are you gonna move or not?" Tsinge gave me a look as if to say that, and blushing at my own strangeness for standing there, I quickly went aboard the train. I knew a lot of people- I wasn't Harry Potter popular, but I knew everyone and I would like to think no one was my 'enemy' or 'rival' of some sorts. Heck, I could even tolerate Draco Malfoy, which took some talent, some people said. Finally I came to an empty cart, and sat down. Tsinge immediatly purred and leapt off my lap, taking her own seat as well. I rolled my eyes, always she thought she were so high and mighty. She was still lovable anyway...
As the train singled it was about to leave, a few people poked their heads in to say hi... which I would warmly respond. Hopefully I'd get a few good conversations with them, being gone from Hogwarts had rather gotten me anxious about everything...




Teacher-

Name: Karie Velya
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Teacher of: Defense Against the Dark ARts
Appearance: (see attachment)
Personality: Very serious when it comes to talking about the matters of Voldermort... and she takes her classes extremely serious. She is sort of like Prof. McGonagall, except not always so strict. She's more for 'open magic' in which she lets students try their skills in some dueling senarios. She gets along with most of the teachers, despite how she's 'different' becuase she has black, raven-like wings open her back.
Former House at Hogwarts: She did not go to Hogwarts, she went to an American Wizarding School.
Head of House?: She's the new head of house of Ravenclaw. (gee... funny since she has RAven-like wings.)
Relationships: She gets along well with most teachers, and she actually likes to talk with Severus Snape, which is... rather odd to most people. Often looks to Prof. McGonagall for guidance.
Where Your Loyalties Lie: No one knows... but most likely for the Order since she gets seroius when it comes to talks about Lord Voldermort.
Any Side Occupations?: She works for the SIOA, which stands for "Secret Investigations of Anomalies"....
Other: This is her first year teaching, although she's been to Hogwarts early to introduce herself. ^^ She's also a "Animalus" which is NOT Animagus, because she can't transform into an animal but she has visible animal traits. ^^ In this case, being her wings.





Karie Velya - F - Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher (animalus)


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So, this was the magick of hogwarts?

The lights were hovering above all the beautiful tables, and a starry night sky shown above. Ever since I had arrived at Hogwarts, I couldn't help but feel... enchanted, or rather mistified by it's secrets. Surely I had heard about Hogwarts, for it was a rather well-known school even in America, partially because of Dumbledore and Harry Potter. I felt honored to be able to teach... but yet, not to become arrogant, but I some how sensed I would get the job. Dumbledore had told me I was the most qualified...
Of course, the history of the Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers was rather unsettling. They were either traitors, arrogant fools, werewolves or arrogant b****es. Of course, there were only four really that way... and I had thought of four catagories. Hopefully however, I would be the first to make it through the year.
And why not?
I had secrets, many that any Voldemort supporter, if found them out, would kill me. I had worked in the underground several times for the Order and for other agencies against the Dark Power, and each time I had been in some danger. I could defend myself... why fear what is unknown? Live it... and take it as it comes.

But Voldemort was not my concern at this very moment.

I had prepared my classes for the students, hoping not to bore them with the basics of DAtDA. I did not want them to fall asleep or get hand cramps from writing, but rather with these Dark Times approaching... they needed to be filled with experience and action. None of this squat studying out of books.
I had destroyed the books... or rather, threw them away- the extra copies we had and that were given to the teachers. They were unnessicary, and as soon as the students would arrive and first classes would begin, they would destroy theirs as well if they wished.
Students... they should be fine.
Teachers... they didn't seem horrible either.
I had met most of them, which all seemed very enjoyable if not interesting. McGonagall was very kind to me, guiding me through the school and telling me the history of Hogwarts. Dumbledore even gave me passwords to some of the hidden doors... which were fun to explore when I had gotten bored with cleaning the DAtDA room. Snape, he was very interesting in a curious way, to say the least. I had heard he always wanted the defense against the dark arts position, but so far to me, he didn't seem to hold a grudge that I had recieved it. Perhaps he was just used to the fact he was a Potions teacher, or what not. I didn't really care if he did... so far I found him rather interesting to talk to, which some of the teachers told me was odd.

I was alread odd though, if it wasn't as plain as the two pairs of mighty black raven-like wings upon my back.
I was watching as the students filled the great hall... and I was sitting next to Snape and McGonagall, two experienced teachers, that I knew. Watching the students, I had a strange feeling... it was not excitement or aprehension, but some thing... strange. As if I sensed some thing... some thing that was not quite right with the scene of students in the hall. I did not know what... and soon it went away, either that or I choose to disreguard it for now. None of the other teachers seemed to looks disgruntled.

I caught a few students looking at me... or my wings rather, and whispering. I felt rather strange, for all of the teachers wore robes except for Hagrid, who soon would be in the Great Hall as well. I choose to wear my own black robe, fitted with a purple-blue undergarement, and my leather boots. Plus the sword at my side, which I had more fun with then my wand some times.

Hopefully the ceremony would start soon...



Student-

Name: Cayria Tseugga
Age: 18
Year: 7th
Gender: Female
Appearance: (See Attachment)
Personality: She's pretty average with her personality... although she's serious about her studies, and very more serious about the current matters at hand. She doesn't like pranksters, and will go out of her way to make them shut up if they annoy her. She's sort of angsty in a way... but she's not one to draw attention to herself... in most cases.
House: Slytherin
Quidditch Position: N/A
Wand: Short, like 9' and silver in color. It is made out of Wolf Water Wood and has the essense of Veela fur and pixie dust.
Pet: A Gyrfalcon, strangely pure black with beady golden eyes.
Classes: Defense Against the Dark Arts
Potions
Divination
Charms
Transfigurations
Arithmancy

Favorite Class: Potions
Relationships: If anyone wants any, I'd be happy to add some. Otherwise she only feels compelled to Severus, which is VERY odd as most people would see the age diference, but she rather has a crush on these teacher which is again, odd. ^^lol
Parents: Both Wizards
Where Your Loyalties Lie: She seems Neutral/ doesn't talk about it much.
Other: Doesn't like Harry or his friends very much... but she doesn't really care about Malfoy.






Cayria Tsuegga - F - 7th Year Slytherin
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"D*mn hair!" Cayria swore, as she sat in one of the rather comfortable seats upon the Hogwarts train. She had her black Gyrfalcon perched upon her knee, as she once again, tucked a strand of loose, silky-ribbon-like hair behind her ear. Sighing softly, she gazed out the window... wondering when the train would move.

She was very eager to return to Hogwarts, after a summer of traveling with her parents.
They said they were traveling because of 'vacation needed to be fun', but for some reason Cayria thought it was some thing else.
What, she had no idea.

"Well Xaiac, hopefully we'll move soon." She said, gazing at her beautiful bird companion, and gently stroked him on his head. He was a gift to her, given by her father's boss (whom she did not know), to give to her. He was very strong... and easily could whoop any owl to beating them to delivering a message. Of course, occasionally Xaiac was known for eating an owl... but usually no one could prove it was her bird.

"Hogwarts... here we come." She said softly, breathing heavily to try to blow a nother loose strand of black hair out of her eyes.




(Interaction with any character is appreciated! ^^)
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[MarshmallowEgg]

Rouge Channing - F - 5th year Gryffindor
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"So, whatcha reading?"

I looked up to see a smiling, black-haired boy about the same age as me. I'd seen him a couple times around school, but I'd never talked to him before now.

"Just my Arithmancy book," I told him. "I definitely could have done better in the subject last year, so I figured I'd look over the material before we got to school. But I'm starting to get a little train-sick. Reading on the train always does that to me." I closed the book, setting it off to one side. "Anyway, I'm Rouge Channing," I said, putting out a hand. He shook it.

"Zev Bryzaire," he said.

"Would you like to sit down?" I asked, motioning to the many empty seats. He sat down next to me.

"So what house are you in?" he asked.

"I'm in Gryffindor," I said. "You're in..." I chewed my lip, trying to remember which House table I had seen him at, "Ravenclaw, right?"

[Lorelei]

Where the hell ish the train now? End of the ride?

Lorelei
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Honestly, Hogwarts hadn't changed a bit since my last visit... with the exception of missing a tree or two from the grounds, maybe a new window here or there, but it was the same Hogwarts I remembered. Shame Remus wasn't teaching there anymore. I would have had someone to relive memories with.

Like the time me, Lily and the Marauders went into ever bathroom in the castle and covered every roll of toilet paper with itching power, my, that was funny...

The train was winding a curve around the edge of a mountain, and Hogwarts was slowly coming closer. Hogsmeade station was still just as far. It seemed ridiculous to me now that we had to take a ten-hour train ride from King's Cross, in London, just to get to Scotland. Why didn't they just friggin' magic the train to move through portals, so we didn't arrive at nine o'clock at night?

Train rides were always more fun as a student. Now its just sitting around, and the only thing of interest is to see the same young, brunette lady who pushed the treat trolly is now a cryptic old crone. Must get boring, having a job to push a cart down a train six times a year. Pay must be good, to do something so boring.

I hope they still make those honey-garlic chicken wings for the Opening Ceremony. Those were the best. Though, I'll be happy if they get rid of the shepherd's pie. That was disgusting.

Ho hum... waiting for arrival. I fidgeted in my seat slightly, leaning with my head against the window.

Another vague thing to wonder... what crap did my dearest brother Lucius do to Hogwarts as his short reign as School Governor? I doubt much, him being the idiot he is, but still, there remains the fact that he thinks Dumbledore is a useless old bastard. I think both are stupid. Lucius's got the brain of a jellyfish, and Dumbledore's just plain annoying. Oh, lookie, Sirius is dead, let's do NOTHING about it. No tears, no sad face, no time turners. I hate him.

Moron.

Teaching should be fun. Working for the Ministry's department of Magical Creatures was interesting for only so long. I'd rather teach it than go out and rid houses of ashwinders and ghouls. Though, it'll be very funny, teaching, as people'll make instintanious connections between 'Professor Malfoy' and 'Draco Malfoy'. That should be very funny.

The musing stopped there as I felt the train slow down. We were getting nearer to the station, and looking up the hill to Hogwarts, I could see the large stone castle with its slanted grey roof. Lights shined in the darkness from most of the windows, and I anxiously glanced around for Gryffindor and Ravenclaw towers, having quite forgotten the location. I glanced at the lake, which was nothing but black masses in the darkness of night. Here and there you could see a light shimmer off it from the train's headlamp. It seemed so different in the dark.

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts..." I hummed, amused at the site of the castle. "Teach us something please..."

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Edit: Bumpity...bump

[Drade130]

Drade


I walked back from the prefect compartment, feeling the train begin to slow down a little bit. I saw Zulta panting happily at Ruby's feet.

"Thanks for watching her Ruby, hope she wasn't any trouble," I said as Zulta jaunted toward me.

"She wasn't any trouble at all actually," She said, here face buried in drawing the Slytherin. I can't remember his name. Chauvelin or something. I thought I'd try it.

"Your Chauvelin right?" I asked. He nodded.

"I...I reckon I should stop hating people just for being in a different house," I said, sighing. I hoped he caught that sort of apology for the angered look I gave him.

"Erm...I like your dog. He's cool looking," Zulta growled at me jealously. I smiled and patted her behind the ears. Good old Zult.

[midnightangel]

Lorelei!! *squeals joyfully* Welcome back! Missed you!!

Other Character
Name: Angeline "Angel" (Carlton) Moore
Age: 40
Gender: Female
Former House at Hogwarts: Slytherin
Appearance: Angel is slender build, around 5'8", black hair, just to her shoulders...and slightly waved at the end, and dark eyes. Prefers to wear black or grey slacks with a colored shirt. Wears a Celtic Knot pendant around her neck--a gift of her mother. Her wand type is Willow, 10 inches, Unicorn hair
Personality: Charming and easily likable when she wants to be, and can be very blunt at times, almost to the point of sarcasm. At times she can be a b*tch and has been told numerous times to her face
Relationships: Has a twin sister Jayne, and brother-in-law Michael (now deceased). Has two nieces, Madison and Jenna, and a nephew Christopher.
Also has a 16-year-old daughter Jaiden from a relationship, but she never married
Occupation/Group Affiliation: Auror, and has slowly been infiltrating her way into Voldemort's circle
Where Your Loyalties Lie: Towards the Order but she isn't a actual part of the organization.
Anything to share about your past?: Angel discovered her true parentage when she attended her 6th year at Hogwarts. With the help of a fellow Slytherin (and boyfriend) Severus Snape, Angel discovered that her father Richard Carlton Moore was also Jayne's father, and their mother was a teacher at the school--Raven Moore. Both Jayne's and Angel's parents were killed in their sixth year. Angel took her mother's family name to honor her after her death
After graduation, Angel disappeared, and it was believed she had reached her breaking point. In fact, Angel first became a Potions Mistress, then after furthering her training in DADA, she became an Auror
Other: Has the ability to strongly feel what others feel--joy, pain, anger, etc at a stronger level than before.
Also has a pet falcon named Tarik (Egyptian for "warrior")

~Angeline "Angel" (Carlton) Moore~Auror~

I was sitting at an outdoor cafe in Vienna Austria of all places, enjoying the warmth of the afternoon while I sipped on a Diet Pepsi--a Muggle soft drink that I became fond of--and pretending to read the latest edition of the Daily Prophet.

In reality, I was tailing a well-known, highly respected wizard. But from my sources, that's not all he was. Not only was he high-ranking and extremely popular, he is a loyal follower of Voldemort's inner circle--he was the leader of the most recent raids on Muggle and wizarding families alike. He was instrumental in torturing and murdering several Muggles--including my own brother-in-law Michael.

If I had it my way, this person would never see the light of day again, but because of the oath I took as an Auror, I have to settle on observing every movement and capturing him instead.
Maybe then, my family will find some peace.

So here I was minding my buisness when I felt a plop of water on my newspaper. At first I stayed there...ignored the drop of rain, but soon more followed and I was scurrying for my own shelter. By the time I got my bearings straight, the skies had grown considerbly darker over Vienna as the heavens opened up, and soaked the entire city.

I tried to scan the immediate area, the rain was coming down in buckets, making it difficult to see anything. Where ever Voldemort's supporter was, he disappeared now.

I sighed and shivered as I pulled my jacket around me. There was a saying about European weather~~its ever-changing and its unpredictable as hell.

So there I stayed huddled under the canopy of a well-worn building, waiting for this blasted rain to quit, when I thought I heard a cry in the distance. Stepping just outside the canopy I heard the cry become more noticable...and more familiar.
As the rain let up to a few drops, I stepped out completely from the canopy. Perched on the wall was Tarik, my falcon. In his beak he had a letter.

"Well if it isn't my little warrior...." I said softly as I reached over and removed the letter. I turned the letter over to the front and read the address...

Angeline C. Moore
Under The Canopy
Vienna, Austria~~EUROPE

I swore softly. I didn't need to turn the letter over to see the Hogwarts emblem to know who sent the letter.
There was only one person that I know of that can find you whenever and wherever you might be.
No matter how hard you might try to hide.
I said quietly "Dumbeldore..."

[Lorelei]

*prods* C'mon peoples =( *whines* Pooooooost.

[Ginger Cat]

Ek, i'm sorry... I'll psot soon. *slap forehead* I get lost and forget what the hell I'm doing. Bad, bad Ginger...
Hrm. Will try to write posties today...

[Ginger Cat]

Chauvelin Aermand ~ 7th Year Slytherin
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Ruby and I talked for quite a while; it was mostly idle chatter, yes, but it was speech, and therefore it was comforting. She really was easy to talk to, and didn’t seem to mind that I talked quite a lot. Oftentimes, people seemed to abhor any long speeches--I was inclined to give these speeches.

After a while the kid, Drade, returned. He made a pseudo-apology for his reaction earlier. I suppose, for the time, I accepted it, but to honestly think that he believed it…? I couldn’t be sure. Much as I was around people, I had learned not to trust them in general. There were few things in life that were certain; truth is always difficult to discover.

Wraith watched the kid warily, his ears laid back. He had heard the compliment but, obviously, hadn’t taken much from it. As I am at most times, Wraith is often slow to forgive, especially when he feels that something isn’t quite as it… truly is. I rubbed him between the ears, looking up at Drade.

“Thank you…” I motioned to his dog, the one whom Wraith had shown precious little of a grudge against. “Zulta is quite a dog.”

He nodded, then looked around as if unsure of quite what to say now. He was spared the unpleasantly, however, when the train began to slow; we were at our destination. I nodded to him, and he started out., giving a farewell smile. “I’ve got to get my things…”

“Perhaps I’ll see you later,” I said as he left. Ruby also called her goodbyes as she began to pack her notebook away. Ah, the notebook… I’d caught a glimpse of a few of her sketches; they were really very good. I’d never had much of a flair for drawing, and enjoyed looking at what others did.

“We’re here,” she said absently.

I nodded and stood, grabbing my luggage. “It really was nice talking to you… Perhaps we can again sometime?”

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Rvevian Marson ~ 6th year Slytherin
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And there was the school.

Rvevian sighed slightly, then whistled absently for Pluto to follow. She picked up what luggage she had brought and began the customary task of hauling it off of the train. At least she’d be at the castle soon; there would be a semi-permanent place to stay there. And she could listen to music, which was always good. Granted, she’d spent the entirety of the train ride listening to music, but… It was always good to hear some more. Music was essential to life--especially her own.

After all, if you weren’t going to be accepted or spoken to by most of your peers, what was there? Not that it mattered, of course. What the hell really did matter, anyway? Sometimes it seemed like nothing…

Perhaps it was indeed better to be at the school than at home. Perhaps she was safer from herself.

As she started off of the train, she nearly ran into someone. “****,” she spat, not bothering to hide the curse under her breath. “Sorry about that.”

Looking up, she saw a fellow Slytherin, Cayria. That was right, the girl who was in the seventh year. She smiled slightly, as much as she could, really. Smiling never did much good. “Lovely to see you again, Cayria.”

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Severus Snape ~ Potions Master ~ Head of Slytherin
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The students would be arriving soon. I’d gotten the classroom ready; now it was time to head to the feast. How lovely. The time where I would be allowed to sit in front of the entire student body and allow them to ignore me or to consider how they loathe me and wish I was gone.

Ah, but I’ve gotten over that. The thought is a dreary but overplayed one in my mind. It has come to mean very little. At least, I make it seem like very little. I’ve become quiet good at not caring, at causing myself to refrain from caring. Without emotion, control of self was easier.

Unfortunately, emotions could still get the better of me. Typically anger, nearly always anger, but there was also something boiling beneath the surface…

I only needed to be away from the Dark Lord for some time. To be in his presence required much work; perhaps after a time away from him and the others, I would feel much improved. I could hope, but the hope was ill-founded and invariably futile. As they said, no rest for the wicked.

Shoving the door to the classroom shut behind me, I started up to the Great Hall. Yes, the students would be arriving soon. First the teachers would gather in the hall, the new teachers would be brought up to meet the rest of us. Lovely. Then the students would return and the ceremony would begin, as always.

Even in the most extreme conditions, Hogwarts remained the same. It was the only constant in a turmoil us world… Was that ridiculous, or was it a miracle?

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Hydehydehydehydehyde...
*runs off*

[Drade130]

just waiting for the chauvelin rp...


Drade



I could tell Chauvelin didnt quite take to my apology thing, but i figured Id make it up to him somehow. Anyways...I grabbed Zulta, who growled sadly and threw her into her cage. The train came to a complete stop at the Hogsmeade Station. I grabbed my luggage and Zult's cage and went to a door, escaping into te cool evening air. The giant castle that was called Hogwarts lomd over the lake. The crescent moon gleamed over the glassy water.

"Firs Years! Over here!" I heard Hagrid yell. Zulta barked happily. She's loved Hagrid ever since he helped her broken leg in my second year.

"Lo there Drade, Zulta!" he yelled. I waved back and looked for an open carriage. I stepped inside and saw a few second and third years inside. I sighed and settled into a seat as the carriage started moving.

[Lorelei]

*denies the little fact that Lily hated the Marauders til seventh year*

Lorelei
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I was one of the first off the train, leaving my luggage where is was and stepping down off the freight. Hogwart's many lights were illuminated, and I picked out the Great Hall with ease... they had replaced a few of the windows, obviously, something you could only have seen if you had looked for it.

The nasty little Threstrals were standing serenely at the carriages, and I scowled at them as one or two turned a fleshless, bony head at me. I climbed in the first one, faintly remembering a certain someone dropping newts into Lily's hair.

I leaned against the seat, kicking my feet up and musing. I supposed Snape would still be teaching. Someone I knew. Someone who was a former friend of Lucius. Someone I could bug and pester all I wanted, the slimy little Snivellus.

And when I enter the castle, I will wave and say, "Hey, Snivellusss." just to see him go livid.

I may be over thirty, but its doesn't mean I can't make his life a living hell. I can't agree with Lily on that one. Serves him right for being born.

[Ginger Cat]

Sorry I didn't say in one of my last posts but, Avian, there's only one spot left on the Quidditch team... If you want to be a beater, you've got the last spot. Sorry 'bout that.

Ah, Gods... Poor Sev. O_o

Severus Snape ~ Potions Master ~ Head of Slytherin
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I was heading toward the Great Hall, walking past the doors that marked the entrance of Hogwarts. The students were on thier way; on time as always. Was anything at Hogwarts ever truly off pace from the norm? It didn't seem so. At least, I couldn't remember when it had been.

As I was about to enter the hall, I heard the entrance doors open, then slam shut. Who could it...? Oh, that was right. The Headmaster had said that one of the new teachers would be arriving by train. The new Care of Magical Creatures teacher, correct? All right, then, perhaps...

I didn't want to see who the teacher was. I didn't much care. After all, teachers came and went. At this point, it seemed of little conseqeunce to him. Life went on, after all.

Ah, but the Headmaster had firmly stated that all new teacehrs should be welcomed warmly. In fact, his emphasis on this statement has been one for some amount of suspicion, as if there had been an actual direction to it. Was there? I could only hope not.

All right, fine then. I didn't want to hear from the Headmaster about "inappropriate attitude". He'd spoken to me of it before, making me feel a child again. Fine. I'd see who this was, bid him or her hello, and then be on my merry way.

Turning, I swept my eyes to the figure starting toward me. This was a woman, probably about my age. Unusual dress for a teacher, perhaps even for anyone her age. Blond hair, streak with color, bluish eyes...

I stopped dead. For the moment, other thoughts, other worries were forgotten, because I had seen her before. She ahd been younger, I had been younger, but she was much the same. There was no mistaking who this was.

Had to be a mistake. Had to be, had to be... But no, it couldn't be, because one could never mistake this one. The Headmaster had... But how could he have...?

He had hired Lorelei Malfoy. Gods help us all.

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*shifty eyes*

[Lorelei]

God help Sev, lol.

Lorelei
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I shut the door rather loudly, having forgotton how heavy it was and how it tended to swing back shut wether you wanted it to or not. Cursing slightly as it creaked open and then banged shut, I began towards the hall, slightly lagged in face. It was smaller than I remembered, somehow. But as I neared the corner to the doors, someone very familliar rounded them, and I quite think both of us halted dead on our tracks, and he was most probably thinking he had mistaken me for someone else, hoping I was someone else, actually.

The expression on Severus Snape's face was certainly priceless enough to make me laugh aloud. I laughed, before replying.

"Hello Snivellus." I grinned, looking him over. "Haven't changed much since school, have you? Black, greasy and very easy to prank. I'm surprised I haven't seen you, the way you and my dear brother used to be friends."

He looked very angry at this comment, and I took one step back, pushing my hands inconspiciously into my pockets incase he decided to do something rash.

Before he could reply, I added quickly, with a smirk and liberal taunt in it, "I now know why Dumbledore told me that he was going to speak to you about politeness to new teachers, because whenever you see a new one you just stand there like a fish out of water."

[Ginger Cat]

Aw, it's all coming back to haunt him...
*hugs Snape*
*thinks of a Hyde-Snape*
*drools*

Severus Snape ~ Potions Master ~ Head of Slytherin
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Was it truly possible? She was worse than I'd remembered!

"Calm yourself, Severus," I told myself. After all, I'd heard worse than her, correct? I'd had her friend Black to deal with for a while, after all.

There were many things that I could have said; most of these, I truly wanted to say. I wouldn't, thoguh. I wouldn't elt her get to me. Certainly not yet; it was only the first day. Only the first day... Why would the Headmaster do this? It was bad enough that he had... And now he...

It's true what they say: You can never escape your past. It comes back to haunt you over and over again, until--Until you're finally driven off the edge, perhaps.

What made it the worst was that she was enjoying this. What a happy reunion it was. And she hated her brother? She was certainly no better than he was. Gods, so many years and she was still the same... Did things never really change, then?

He gazed at her steadily, pushing back his anger entirely. Well, then, there would be no more of that for the night. Now that he knew she was here, he would be ready for any of her assaults. As much as he didn't want to need to be ready, he would be.

"I do hope you find the teaching position enjoyable, Miss Malfoy. I believe that the ceremony will be starting soon... I trust you are heading for it?" Without waiting for an answer, I turned and started into the Hall.

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[Elemental Seribii]

Ruby Cynita - 5th Year Slytherin
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"We're here." I remarked, after watching Drade exit the car, Zulta following at his heels. Funny little dog.

Chauvelin nodded, and we both stood up, as Reign, who had been jumping around on the tops of the seats, reluctantly was ushered back into his cage. I made sure I had everything, and we both climbed out of the car.

"It really was nice talking to you...Perhaps we can again sometime?" Strange, his voice was quite familiar now.

I turned, and smiled. I could still feel myself blush slightly, though.
"Definately. See you around, then?" I leaned down to scratch Wraith's head, before heading off to jump on an stagecoach with no horse.

"Yeah, see you."

Hannah Abbot and a few of her friends came in the coach after me, and we all said hellos, before they went on with their own conversation in lowered voices. Something about Justin Finch-Fletchy and Ernie Macmillian.

I looked back out of the window to see a few other students climbing into coaches, some waiting for friends, others just standing there.

I leaned back into the seat, and rolled my eyes as they giggled.
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Draco Malfoy - Prefect, 6th Year Slytherin
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The train ride over had been peaceful enough.

Sykes had been ignoring me, while I sat next to Pansy. We hadn't talked as much as we used to, she had stopped clinging on.

Thantos had been unusually quiet, he usually liked to screech at anyone he didn't like the look of. Which was mostly everyone.

I got off the train, Pansy following, fixing her eyeliner, then her lipgloss.

Crabbe and Goyle ambled in from somewhere, and we all proceded to an empty carriage, Zabini wandered near, muttering something about no one else wanting him. Uh, right.

Pansy was now on mascara, her small mirror was obviously winking back at her, because she giggled. Sure, girls can be weird, but Pansy can be a psycho if you even touch her hair.

I looked behind me, after Zabini had been trying to freak out a few first years. Crabbe and Goyle (have you ever realised Crabbe comes before Goyle, always, always? I think Crabbe's the one with the slightly higher IQ) were fighting. Er, rather, their version of fighting, which was basically shoving each other around. Goyle, however, had Crabbe dangerously close to the train tracks.

With one glance over towards my direction, and meeting a steely glare, they both stopped, and both mumbled;
"He started it."

I raised an eyebrow, and opened a coach door, but not before raising both eyebrows at the Threstral. He snorted, and pawed at the ground.

Yeah, I, er, hexed a House Elf over the summer. Died of a heart attack. Father wasn't very happy, but, you know. Those things are like chihuahua time bombs. They're paranoid, very nervous, and are easy to scare. Used to have fun doing that when I was little. Anyway. Yeah, yeah. 'Seeing Death' isn't all it's cracked up to be.
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[Lorelei]

Lorelei
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"No, Severus." I replied after him with a mock-innocent voice. "I'm going to skip off down to your office and set of a couple dozen stink bombs, then continue by setting your house's table a-flame."

With that, I followed him reluctantly into the Great Hall, discreetly slipping to my seat, which was a seat or two away from the end. I glanced around the room, seeing the giant, long tables that lined the rooms. My eyes lingered on the two center tables: Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. My favourite houses by far.

With a small yawn, I leaned against the long table that was the teacher's table. A wry smile flitted on my face and I watched the room with interest as trickles of students began coming in. Most were in school uniforms, except the few who hadn't changed on the train. I glanced down the table, one braid hanging down and brushing my plate.

Dumbledore looked much older, as usual. He still had grey hair, but it was whiter. At his right side was McGonagonal, and Severus was at the other side. Then went Flitwick, Sinistra, and there was no diviation teacher.