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Rauri
Jan 13, 2008



Harry Potter and the Gaze Into the Abyss.

Letter from HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY posted:



Dear ,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for your NEWT level studies. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books, preparation, and equipment. Please obtain them no latter than July 5th, when the Hogwarts Express departs from King's Cross Station.

As you are a sixth year student, certain things are expected of you. Pursuant to your continued education at Hogwarts, please see the following are put in order in your return letter.

Sixth-year students will require:
  • Backstory / Introductory fiction about themself.
  • Completed character sheet, chosen from Skins listed latter in this letter.
  • Answers to these prompts: tell me about one of your classes, tell me about a secret you've discovered at Hogwarts, tell me about another student that's significant to you - for good or ill.
  • And lastly (and optionally) a suggestion for the game thread title.

Skins
The following Skins will be acceptable for study at Hogwarts this year: *Due to damage suffered during a mysterious accident last year, classes on The Ghoul are unavailable this year.

Other Equipment Notes
Background fiction should mention things like: When did I learn I was a wizard or witch, or have I always known? What type of wand do I have? Do I like being a witch or wizard? How do I get along with other kids? Am I muggle born, half blood, pure blood, or don't care one bit about the whole idea? Do I have a pet? Have I ever used this patronus? Am I having a hard time with some subjects? What do I excel at? Basically, write a teenager who is a witch or wizard (and probably a monster on top of that!), not a supernatural creature that just happens to be a teenager.

Students may also bring, if they desire, any of the following: a picture, theme music, etc.

Harry Potter took place years ago - it's 2015. While you're welcome to incorporate elements of the canon into your character, please be aware there's a new headmaster and an almost entirely different staff at Hogwarts!

Everything, from Skin selected to the specifics of different rolls made in-game, can be reflavored to be more Harry Potter themed. Use your imagination, things are set in a new time-period and not back during the book years in order to increase everyone's creative freedoms. Roll to lash out flavored as a Bat Boogey Hex? That's great. Vampire changed to Veela? Also great! Please don't feel constrained if you're not that familiar with the books or movies, either.

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Six to Eight of you that write letters back will be accepted this year. Characters of any House will be accepted, but if you don't want to describe the one you're in, that's fine - you'll be sorted upon your arrival. Applications will close the 5th of July.

Yours sincerely,

Rauri

Headmaster



Hogwarts is a school where lots of dangerous and dramatic things happen, the Professors aren't quite up to the task of keeping an eye on all the students, and snoggings abound. As such, it's a perfect setting for a Monsterhearts games! If you're not familiar with Monsterhearts, the reference books are available here. Basically, you roleplay a crappy teenager that's also got to worry about being a secret monster on top of everything else. Poor decisions and drama abound, and it's a lot of fun! I'll be accepting what I feel are the best 6-8 applications, and if that includes someone that's never played before, that's great!

Part of the appeal of Monsterearts is that it deals with teen and social issues - that does mean however that things like racism, sexism, homophobia, teen sexuality, physical / emotional abuse, etc. can all come up. If you're not sure about a post, please discuss it with myself or others in #swampthings before posting it. If you have an issue with the tone or content of a post, please let me or the person who wrote it know - again, everyone's well-being is more important than this game, and the intent isn't to upset anybody.

This is intended to be a fairly active thread, with MC posts coming roughly once per day. Please be available to post roughly once a day as well. If anything comes up or you're having problems writing posts or getting inspiration, please talk to me either by PM or IRC and we'll arrange something. If you don't have PMs and you're not willing to join IRC, I'd recommend against submitting a character.

Credit to godfish for running the original thread / massive amounts of inspiration for this one, and Rather Watch Them for the current thread title.

Ok that's all great, but what do I need to submit?
Some basic info on your character, your character sheet, and a response to these prompts: Tell me about one of your classes, tell me about a secret you've discovered at Hogwarts, tell me about another student that's significant to you for good or ill.

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LifeGetsWorser
Oct 23, 2010

Me "IRL"


Fun Shoe



Margaret (Maggie, Margot) McClellan

Song: Maelcum's Righteous Dub by The Changelings

I was four when my parents first noticed my, well, gift for guesswork. I was crying in my room one day, holding our cat, a big fluffy white friendly fellow named Murdoch, and saying “I’m sorry” over and over. My father asked me “What’s wrong, Maggie?” and I told him “Murdoch’s going to die when I leave the door open!”
The tried to comfort me. For days I was inconsolable. They told me it was a dream. That I was imagining things. That Murdoch was fine. They were confused how I even knew about death.
Then it happened. I left the door open when the ice cream man came by - I just wanted that ice cream so much! It was an accident. I had let them convince me what I saw wasn’t real. And Murdoch got out - and happened into the road as a car was driving by, and…

Afterward I was taken to multiple child psychologists. My parents were interviewed by important looking people in suits with severe expressions. For a couple of years things were very rocky, so I learned not to tell people the things I saw. I didn’t tell people that the strange man in the white van was going to take Vanessa from the playground. I didn’t tell people that the boy in the football game was going to hurt his knees really badly if he played in the championship game. I didn’t tell anyone anything important. I suppose you could say it darkened me, as a person, knowing all these things and not telling people. By the time I was ten I had taken to calling myself Margot (though I still felt like Maggie sometimes) and was known as “the weird girl”. People tried to bully me, and I started telling them things, small things, to make them go away. “Your father’s going to leave your mother next month, Brian”, “Your sister’s the one who smashed up your bicycle, Lisa”, things like that. People got upset when those things came true. They blamed me, they said I set it all up. Well, I didn’t. It wasn’t my fault they couldn’t see.

Another battery of tests came about, no one could find anything wrong. My parents fought more. I tried not to make things worse, but I was happy.
I was happy because I had seen the owl come with the letter in my visions, addressed to “Margaret K. McClellan”. No one had ever called me Margaret before, but it felt right even then, so I started going by it (sometimes I still wanted to be Margot or Maggie, though). I told father that a private school was going to send a letter requesting I attend. He honestly seemed relieved, and I was happy that he could be relieved about it.

My mother split from my father and left, she said they just didn’t love each other anymore, but I knew the real reason. It was me. My father was a mess. And I didn’t want to leave him, too, but I knew I was going to, and soon. But maybe by my leaving he could learn to be happy again. Maybe he could move on.
When I got on the train to Hogwarts, with all the other boys and girls, I smiled. I could see a wand - a quite bendy thing made of acacia and unicorn hair, I could see a thin black cat with orange eyes, I could see the faces, hear the voices, of a number of people that would become important, though that was always in flux.

The cat’s name is Tempus, by the way. He’s clever, if a bit too vocal occasionally.

It’s obviously been a few years since that time, and I’ve learned a few things about myself and what I’m capable of. Fortunately, Hogwarts is a bit of an easier environment for that sort of thing. They call me someone gifted with oracular sight, which I suppose is true. I’m a, well, middling wizard, really. Apparently my kind is rare, so they let me focus on that, but I’m not sure if they quite understand the scope of things, yet.

Hogwarts is definitely better than the mundane world. Although being called mud-blood by some of the crueler students isn’t great, I suppose I am afforded some respect because of my talent. I’ve even made a few friends, which is nice (even if I made a couple enemies by correctly betting on the outcomes of some Quidditch matches). I certainly don’t mind casting spells and researching and all that, it gives me something else to focus on, occasionally, or it helps me hone my visions, which is definitely helpful. Hasn’t done much for the perspective shifting though, which is odd. In fact, it’s not anything that any text on any seers brings up. Perhaps it’s just the way I focus things - like by unfocusing my identity I can see destiny better.

On that note, I have had a hard time, recently, ignoring some of the visions. I can feel a lot of turbulence coming up. Something bad, or big, maybe even great. That part I’m not sure of but definitely something.
...and, I have yet to get the hang of my Potions class. Something about formulas just isn’t clicking with me, I’m really not sure why.

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Name:Margaret K. McClellan (Maggie, Margot)
Skin:The Fates
Look:wind-tossed, wide eyes
Origin:trained fortune teller

House: Ravenclaw

Stats:
Hot: +1
Cold: +0
Volatile: +0
Dark: +1

Moves:

The Tangled Skein
You have three aspects. Each aspect provides a bonus to one Stat and a penalty to two others. You are always in one of three aspects. At the beginning of the game, you can choose which aspect you are currently in. Many Fates moves will tell you to change aspects, but you can only change aspects once per scene.
The Maiden - You gain +1 Hot, but -1 Volatile and Cold while in this aspect.
When you follow your passions regardless of propriety or tact for yourself or others, change aspects.
The Mother - You gain +1 Volatile, but -1 Hot and Cold while in this aspect.
When you harm those that have harmed someone or something you love, change aspects.
The Crone - You gain +1 Cold, but -1 Hot and Volatile while in this aspect.
When you break a longstanding bond or ruin a relationship or friendship, change aspects.
Changing aspects follows a progression: The Mother follows the Maiden, the Crone follows the Mother, and the Maiden follows the Crone.

Washer at the Ford
When you gaze into the abyss to learn something about someone or spy on them, add the following option to the 10 and up list: “the visions show you their ultimate fate. You give them the Doomed condition.” After using this move, change aspects.

A Feast for Crows
Whenever you change aspects, you gain a benefit: when you change to the Maiden, you may remove a Condition; when you change to the Mother, heal 1 Harm; when you change to the Crone, mark experience.

Sex Move
When you lay with another, you gain a glimpse of their destiny. You change aspects and give them the Doomed Romance condition. When someone who already has the Doomed Romance condition sleeps with someone other than you who doesn’t have it, they lose the condition and the person they slept with gains it instead. Doomed Romance counts as Doomed for all Fates moves.

Darkest Self
For too long everyone has ignored your warnings and avoided the futures that you have foreseen and which were due them. No longer can they be allowed to shirk their fated moments. You will guide the hand of destiny yourself and cut those threads that have grown beyond their ordained length, so that no one will think themselves above the order of things ever again. You escape your Darkest Self when you have changed your aspects three times, or when someone proves to you definitively that their fate can be avoided or ignored.

Backstory
Someone has relied on your advice and warnings. Gain 2 strings on them.

Your fatalism and dire prognostications have irked some people. One someone gains 2 strings on you, or two someones gain 1 string on you each.

tell me about one of your classes
Well, I suppose it would only be fair to tell you about Divination, seeing that it's doubtful you'll get a more interesting report of it from other students. Professor Essurl is a bit full of himself - but he's always punctual, and put together. No matter that his version of punctuality is, well, different. He arrives in class when he's supposed to and class goes on as long as it should. We actually passed or failed the first day based on if we could determine that class was going to happen, and if so, when and where it would be. Of course, I passed. Essurl was somewhat impressed, I should think, though he didn't show it. Still, I haven't missed a day even if I do sometimes need to miss other classes to make his class on time. Attendance isn't always mandatory but it does count for a lot of your grade. Other professors seem upset at that but well, we're not all burgeoning oracles, are we? I'm not certain if Essurl knows for sure what's going to happen to him - I know I have blind spots when it comes to myself, personally. But I do think that he worries, especially since I gave him a condolences card on his last birthday. Not his last birthday, the last birthday he had I mean.

tell me about a secret you've discovered at Hogwarts
Sometimes the visions don't always tell me everything I want to know, and that's fine. Sometimes they tell me things I don't want to know and that's fine too, I suppose. What I don't like is when the visions show me things that aren't true. That worries me, it makes me think I could be getting everything wrong. And what would that make me if that's true?

Anyway, the way I bring it up is because of the other dormitory. Not Gryffindor's or Hufflepuff's or Ravenclaw's or Slytherin's. The other one. See? You have no idea what I'm talking about and I can't find it to confirm it even exists, or who it would belong to if it did, but...I keep getting dreams about it. And every time I do it's in a different place. And I am really not sure what that could mean.

tell me about another student that's significant to you - for good or ill.
Like I said before, I am really not very good with alchemical formulas or infusions or anything. So I've taken it upon myself, or well, Maggie's taken it upon myself to make friends with one of the best students in that class, a young man named Byron Welch, very nice boy, and quite deft with Potions. He's offered to tutor me on the subject when he gets a chance, which I've accepted, and I've offered to help him with his Transfiguration work, as well. I don't know if he'll need it but I have a bit of experience with transformation, even if it is subtle.

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Ferrosol
Nov 8, 2010

Notorious J.A.M


Interest post

KittyEmpress
Dec 30, 2012

Jam Buddies



Gwendydd Teague

Oh people always talk about the horrible tolls the wizard wars of old had on the poor innocent mudbloods and their half-kin, but does anyone ever think of the toll it had on the purebloods? Of course not, we are the ones who caused it, so why would anyone worry over how we suffered for it – oh ignore the fact that plenty of families simply kept their heads down and didn’t get involved, we are as guilty as those who stood with the Dark Lord apparently. What toll did we take though, what suffering have we had besides the jibes of lesser wizards who believe we are the cause of all the worlds ills?

Why that is obvious – purity has become even harder to maintain. Some purebloods did, in fact, side with the Dark Lord – as did many half bloods I will note! And due to that; maybe of those of pure blood died during the wars, on both sides of the battles. As blood purity was already incredibly difficult to maintain, requiring contacts in other wizarding communities in other countries, this loss of life made it even more difficult. In fact, my Father’s first wife died during the war – on the side of you mudbloods I will note, and left him without any easy way to secure a pure-blooded heir.

But we clearly could not taint ourselves with muggle blood – us Teagues prided ourselves on one thing above all else – we had never once had a Squib born into our family. Grandfather always talked about that before he passed away last year. Not only that, but generation after generation or blood was so pure that we continually produced the finest of wizards, one after another – perhaps you’ve heard of my aunt Llwelyn Teague, who is renowned as one of the finest medical witches to ever be born? Maybe you’ve heard about how just two years back she healed a terminal patient suffering from Dragonpox? How every other healer had given up, and she saved his life through her own magic and wit? Or perhaps my father, Cadell? Who was the reigning dueling champion of Britain for three years running?

Regardless, my father knew we could not breed with those tainted by non-magical blood, so we did not. And he did not. Instead, he had a different kind of halfer, rather than a half-blood with muggle blood, one with that of a magical creature; that creature – my mother – of course being a Veela, the finest and most beautiful of magical creatures, the only one fit for introduction into our bloodline. It helped, of course, that my father loves my mother so dearly – in fact he has confided in me that his claims of wanting to avoid muggle blood were a lie, and that he simply needed to convince his father to allow him to marry a non-human. It worked, at least.

But yes, this the reason why you stare at me constantly, and find yourselves hanging on my every word; it’s not actually a form of charm magic and you are fully in your right mind in finding me attractive, I can promise you that. A lot of people seem to think that Veela and their offspring use some kind of mind altering power to make themselves look more attractive, but that is simply the excuses of jealous witches whose husbands and boyfriends find us more beautiful than them. That kind of magic and enchantment is disgusting, and those who feel the need to use it to make themselves seem better are as ugly on the inside as they are on the outside.

And yes, before you ask, I am Slytherin, like my father before me, and his father’s father, and his father’s father’s father. No, we are not all horrible people who want to kill everyone else, just as all purebloods are not horrible people who want to kill everyone else. No we would not all lie, cheat, and steal our way to the top; we simply have the ambition to reach it and work towards it, unlike some Houses. No, we did not all run away during the war all those years ago – please stop insulting the name of Horace, the greatest Head of House since the original, whose cunning plans and ambitious students helped turn the tide of the second war and who dueled with the Dark Lord himself, god bless his soul now that he rests.

Do I sound as if I am tired of explaining all of these things, about purebloods, Veela, and Slytherin? It’s because I am, because these things may be what I am, what my family is, but they are not me, and I have no interest in them being all people judge me as. I am Gwendydd, heir to an ancient Welsh wizard family, half-Veela, and member of the House of Slytherin. I am also a talented witch who in her second year began competing in the third year matches of the Dueling Club, who in her third year won the fourth year’s tournament, and who was chosen as the female prefect of her House in her fifth year, and aiming to be Head Girl next year. Was that too much for you to take in at once?

Right then, like most young witches and wizards of the Isles, I was prepared from birth to enter Hogwarts at the proper time, with the proper training – even a little above what was proper, due to my father’s insistence and my own keen mind. When it came time to be sorted, and the hat began to speak in his uhming and awing, I told him to be quiet and that we both knew I would be joining the Slytherin house. He, I assume indignantly, threatened that perhaps I should be put into another House for that, but after a few moments proclaimed me as Slytherin, after I threatened to dye him bright pink should he do so. I am apparently the first student in a long time to threaten the sorting hat, something the headmaster was both amused and displeased at.

From then on I have been a model student, taking top marks in every one of my courses, consistently at the top of my class in every test, every practice exam, every situation in general, much to the ire of those house of Ravenclaw’s ilk, who see themselves as the smartest – which they may very well be, I understand their House’s existence, why it is there. But natural talent and intelligence only means so much in comparison to time and effort – and when one possesses both the natural talent and the drive, well then they are me.

So then what do I aim for you ask, what do I want from life, why do I push myself so hard right now? Well first I wish to become the tri-wizard champion, something my family hasn’t done in far too long. What do you mean that isn’t a real goal for my life, of course it is – see, my family is rich enough that I do not need to do work, I do not need to become an auror, or a healer, I do not need to join the Ministry. I simply want to have status, to be famous, to be loved, maybe even to be feared, I wouldn’t mind that one bit – but most of all to be respected.

So for now I spend my time mastering the arts of dueling and looking fabulous - both of which are easy, when you're as talented as I.



Ah right, this is Enid, my owl. She is, as you can tell, of a non-standard breed, one not sold in simple markets in places such as Diagon Alley. In fact, she is a Eurasian Eagle Owl, the breed of owl with the largest wingspan, known for hunting roe deer six times their own size, the piglets of wild boars, and goats. Enid’s wingspan is six feet at full span, and thus longer than I am tall, and she is one of the most intelligent owls to ever fly these halls I am certain. Usually considered too large and too dangerous to be given to a young witch or wizard, and thus not bonded to them properly if gotten in later years, I received Enid when I was six years old, as she was one of the offspring of my father’s own owl. As such, we bonded quite heavily and by the time it was time to enter Hogwarts, she was already better trained and behaved than smaller owls.

She also has fun with scaring other people’s pets, though she has never actually hurt one since we came to Hogwarts. Oh, except that one time one of my house mates decided to call my father and I blood traitors, because of my non-human blood. I had her eat his mouse whole, he still thinks it just got lost and abandoned him.


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Name: Gwendydd Teague
Skin: Scion
Look: Beautiful, mesmerizing eyes.
Origin: Descended from Greatness

House: Slytherin

Stats: Hot +1, Cold +1, Volatile +1, Dark -1

Moves
Kick rear end, Look Good

When you roll a 10+ on any move, you can choose to apply the condition to up to two people who watched you. For each one pick ~they take a string on you ~you get the Braggart condition ~you suffer one harm. This can only happen for each move once a session.

Spirit of Competition
When participating in an event of some importance with a competitive element (football game, prom, or even a debate) take a +1 forward for any action towards winning it or establishing yourself as the star.

No Respect
When someone Shuts You Down and gets a 7-9 result or failure, you give them the Condition Outclassed, as well as whatever other result. If they already have the Condition Outclassed, they lose a string.

That Cool
The Scion can remove the Condition Outclassed from someone to act as if it is a String on them. If they use this to gain a +1 for a roll, they instead gain a +2.

Smiting
When smiting the wicked, add 1 to your lash out physically roll and add 1 harm to any harm dealt.

Sex Move
When you have sex, give them the Condition Outclassed. If they already have the Condition Outclassed, both mark Experience.

Darkest Self
Everything is now a competition, and you need to prove you’re the best. Every word someone says that isn’t respecting you is a challenge to your superiority, and you’re going to show them their mistake. You will accept any challenge, real or implied, and should never accept a loss - if you did not win, it is clear others have cheated you, and must be punished. You leave Darkest Self when either you - sacrifice something important to yourself to win, or lose so thoroughly no one could argue it.

Backgrounds
Someone beat you at something - find out what it was, give them a string on you and take one on them.

You wowed someone in the past with your talents - take two strings on them.

You stand out - give everyone a string on you.


quote:

tell me about one of your classes,

Obviously as an aspiring duelist champion, the defense against the dark arts class would be my favorite, no? No. It's not. While it is incredibly useful for that aspect of my life, that doesn't mean I focus entirely on it. Instead I will talk about my Advanced Care of Magical Creatures class today. Long held as one of the both most useful and least spoken of classes, it is almost entirely full of nature enthusiasts or those looking for an easy grade by naming how to take care of simple creatures. The current professor for Magical Creatures in regards to the Sixth years is actually a centaur woman known as Seasnan. The reforms in the last twenty years regarding the treatment of centaurs, memaids, elves, and various other-non humans provided them the chance to leave their homes and enter the wizarding world in a real way - though many didn't choose to do so, Seasnan is from the Dark Forest tribe, and thus is not too far from home.

I, personally, have always had a knack when it came to creatures of the natural and magical world both - I find animals simply are drawn to my radiance, much the same as humans I suppose. This is even represented in my wand - of applewood and phoenix feather, it proves that I have a talent for interaction with others, that I am magnanimous, and that I have no predisposition towards the Dark Arts, unlike what you might think of Slytherin. I have thus excelled at my studies - in fact I earned an outstanding on my Ordinary Wizarding Level test - though that is not unfitting, seeing as I only failed to do so on two classes.

Seasnan, I believe, is one of the few teachers who isn't predisposed to assume I am a lying snake of some sort, I assume because of my own heritage from magical creatures. She is quite a good teacher as well, if a little quick to anger. Still, she is talented if nothing else - I have never seen someone stop a Dragon without a wand, until I watched her do so.

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tell me about a secret you've discovered at Hogwarts,

I once - completely accidentally of course - found myself hiding in a corner of the forbidden section of the library, listening to two teachers talk - and what they spoke of will shock you. Apparently several magical beasts from all over the world have begun being shipped to the Ministry, for placement at Hogwarts. Included among them are a cockatrice and a manticore. Unfortunately, I didn't learn why they would be bringing in such dangerous magical creatures, but I can imagine it's something worth looking into.

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tell me about another student that's significant to you - for good or ill.

Melanie Trix is one of the truly unfortunate - a muggle-born Slytherin. She has big dreams and is smart as can be, but that kind of thing is never easy - especially when you don't really have any talent at magic. She's in the same year as me, and is something of a... fangirl, I suppose? I took it upon me early in our schooling careers to take her under my wing and guide her through the basics, and she has never ever forgotten that. She follows me around like a love sick puppy sometimes, but she is extremely good with potions and herbology - where she barely can pass most charms and transfiguration classes, she excels at those two... which makes her useful to me still.

Still, she is part of why some of my housemates have decided I am a blood traitor, since I refuse to disassociate or tell her to leave me alone - besides, I am her only friend in her own House, I could not do something that cruel. Especially with how her eyes shine so bright whenever she sees me. I am, honestly, protective of her - as more than one of my housemates have found out in the dueling club.

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Dueling Club

A club that has come, and gone, and then come again throughout the ages, it is currently lead by the Head of Gryffindor House - and that leads it to being exactly how you expect. A watchful gaze on all Slytherin, intentional favoring of Gryffindor members and disfavoring of Slytherin, judging that is anything but impartial... truly it is obnoxious beyond nothing else. For all their talk of bravery and courage, the Gryffindor in the club are quick to hide behind their Head's coattails as soon as they lose, all manner of accusations about cheating, dark magic, disregarding of dueling code - every single one of them untrue, and yet still somehow punished.

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Jenner
Jun 5, 2011
Lowtax banned me because he thought I was trolling by acting really stupid. I wasn't acting.


Senna Avener



Hello, my name is Senna and I love my dads. I’m a half-blood, both my fathers are muggles but my surrogate mother is a wizard. I was born in the tiny Irish hamlet of An Geata Bán. My father is an optometrist and my dad is a patissier. The woman who bore me is a mutual friend of theirs and she’s my godmom! She’s still in my life and I think I have the best family ever! I was always a good kid. I did great in school, I excelled at team sports, but I always tried to make sure I didn’t stick out or show up anyone else. After all, we were all on the same team!

I wasn’t really that surprised to find out I was a wizard, my dads were but I kinda always knew I was a bit special, a bit magical. I was born with a unique birthmark you see. It’s on my scalp, a mark just like Harry Potter’s! Though mine looks a bit like a horn and not at all like a lightning bolt… But that’s okay! It’s deep in my hairline and you can’t even see it and anyway, I don’t actually have to be special! In fact, I don’t want to be special. No, no, not at all! We should be humble in all things, that’s what dad says! Anyway, I was very excited to receive my letter from Hogwarts! My dads had to have everything explained to them but they were just as excited. It made me feel so good to have them proud of me, they’re the best dads ever!

I’ve been here a few years now but I still get as anxious as I was on my first day! This year was special because Father and Dad have just gotten married the month before, now that it wasn’t illegal, so I was elated for them and yet really scared to be going off on my own! My first year though? Oh I was beyond nervous! I knew practically nothing about Hogwarts! My godmother, Sebrina Rahman, was the witch assigned to help my non-magical family acclimate to this new change. She’s always been real important to me but now she holds an even more special place in my heart because it’s because of her that I got my wand. I write her all the time.

I still remember when I got my wand, up until we started searching for one that spoke to me we’d been in high spirits. She answered all our questions and really helped put my dads at ease. She helped us get good deals at Diagon Alley on robes of all sorts. Oh and my owl! I love my owl! His name is Pyras! He’s a Mexican Striped Owl.


Pictured: Senna's owl Pryas.

Oh right, my wand, so we head into Ollivander’s and I’m trying wand after wand and none of them are really feeling right. We were there for hours, and even my upbeat spirits began to falter. I started to worry that maybe there just wasn’t a wand for me and it showed. My dads tried to be comforting and I tried to perk up for them, I don’t like making them upset! Anyway, Godmother Sebrina took us into an old antique shop and she had us talk to a wizard there. Turns out this guy is a distant cousin of hers and we start going through some of their old family wands and, we found one. I was ecstatic! It’s just the most perfect wand ever, it’s about average length and carved from a single branch of hazel with a unicorn tail hair core. It had been passed down godmother’s family for generations but no one had had the knack to wield it. I’m very proud. (But not too proud, that’s improper!)

After all that I was on my way to Hogwarts. I had the good fortune of sharing a car with a handful of kids from Wizarding families so I was able to listen in. They were all boasting about what Houses they’d be Sorted into, two of them claimed Gryffindor and one was absolutely certain she would get into Ravenclaw because she was a straight A student. (I congratulated her! Getting straight As can be hard work sometimes! I should know, I get them too!) One of the boys teased the girl that her arrogance would send her on to Slytherin for sure and I remember thinking Slytherin sounded awful but surely it couldn’t be that bad! They eventually got into an argument when one boy teased the other boy about how he’d be going to Hufflepuff because he was a bit chubby. (Maybe just a little… but it was a handsome kind of chubby! Oh dear I can’t believe I thought that! I’m so bad! He has a great personality!)

I remember them all being like, “Oh no, not Hufflepuff!” and I asked them, “What’s so bad about Hufflepuff?” They looked at me like I had three eyes. It was very unnerving! “Oh you must be Muggle-born.” The would-be Ravenclaw said, she sounded so condescending! People should be nice to other people! “Poor thing.” Ungh, you know I think she actually did get sorted into Slytherin! Couldn’t have happened to a nicer girl! (Oh no! I did it again! I need to stop! Bad Senna, bad!) They went on for hours about how Hufflepuff was just the worst. Words like, “No standards” and “Just take anyone,” and “Not a mean bone in their bodies,” and “Completely boring,” and then lots of snickering. I didn’t understand what was so bad about them all of that sounded, like, really good?

So we get to the castle and it’s gorgeous, it’s completely gorgeous, more magical even then they implied it would be. We’re all anxious and we start getting Sorted and it’s all very stressful because this is important! Where they put you is where you are for life! It defines you forever! The Sorting hat is sending kids off to their houses and as my turn nears I get a sense of dread. What if I’m not good enough? What will happen to me? When they set me down though the Hat didn’t even hesitate, “You’re a true blue Ravenclaw!” It told me. I remember loudly exclaiming “Oh no!” At the time I was almost panicking, not Ravenclaw! That’s far too lofty! I told it I didn’t want to be in Ravenclaw! Not that there was anything wrong with them, Ravenclaw is just fine but I just didn’t want to draw that much attention to myself! “Hmmm…” It mused, "What about Gryffindor? You'd fit right in." And I shook my head begged it not to. It mulled for awhile but when it exclaimed “HUFFLEPUFF!” It was like a weight lifted from my chest. I hugged it, I thanked it, I kissed it right on its fuzzy felt mouth (it was my first kiss!)

You know, I don’t regret it, it’s really nice being a Hufflepuff. There’s not a mean bone in our bodies and we accept everyone. That’s how people should be.

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Name: Senna Avener
Skin: The Unicorn
Origin: Blessed
House: Hufflepuff
Wand: Medium length, hazel and unicorn tail.
Look: Birthmark, modest eyes
People Should Never: Lie, showboat, be selfish, swear, steal, cheat, do drugs, succumb to hatred, bully, lash out in anger, misgender people, or hurt the innocent!

Stats:
Hot: +1
Cold: +0
Volatile: +1
Dark: -1
Integrity: 0

Moves:
o With Integrity
You judge your own actions harshly,
holding yourself to a high moral
standard. You have a fifth stat to reflect
this, which starts at zero and can climb
to 3. Gain a point of Integrity when
- you take the moral high ground
about an issue that matters,
- you follow through on something
important that you say you'll do.

You can gain up to 1 Integrity per
scene. When a move calls for you to
roll with integrity, erase 1 Integrity
after you roll

o I Believe In You
When you believe in someone who has
just done less than their best, make
eye contact with them and roll with
integrity (& then erase 1). On a 10 up,
the roll they just made counts as a 10.
• On a 7-9, add 1 to the roll they just
made. When time seems to stop and
fate hangs in the balance, sometimes
believing in somebody is enough.

o Speak From The Heart
When you have someone else's best
interests at heart, add 2 to your rolls to
manipulate an NPC.

o Sanctuary (Witch)
You have a secret place for practising witchcraft. Add 1 to
all rolls you make within this space.

Sex Move:
You have three intimacy moves:
When you lay your head in a virgin's lap,
gain a point of Integrity and choose:
- give them 1 forward to protecting you,
- roll to turn them on.

When you kiss a non-virgin, take 1 harm.

When you have sex, lose all your Integrity

Darkest Self:
This is it. Everything falls apart, and
you can't hold it together anymore. It's
not because everything is too much
to bear – just that you aren't good
enough. So beg their forgivenesses,
everyone you've wronged by being too
weak to help; and show them how
sorry you are, in whatever small ways
you can muster before the final curtain
falls. Don't seek their acceptance.
You don't deserve it. You escape your
Darkest Self when someone reflects to
you a glimmer of your own self worth.

quote:

Tell me about one of your classes.

I hate to admit it by my best classes are actually dueling and defense against dark arts. Basically anything that involves fighting I seem to be really good at. But I don’t like it! I’m not a violent person, not really! But they put me up against people and I just try my best not to hurt them. I’m always apologizing, my wand has quite the kick to it though! Luckily I’m also naturally gifted at healing magics too. It comes in handy, but I really don’t like hurting people! I like potions best but it’s not what I’m good at. I wish it was!

quote:

Tell me about something you discovered at Hogwarts.

Have you heard about the legendary Room of Requirement? I was just trying to find a nice quiet place to study and I was on my way to the library when the door just appeared. I entered and it was full of all kinds of books and just the things I needed to get the grade I wanted. Now I know where it is and I go to it from time to time. It’s kinda nice, to have my own special place.

quote:

Tell me about another student that's significant to you - for good or ill.

I made good friends with a boy in Herbology named Devon Meeks he knows a lot about plants and he’s my partner in potions. He swears a bit too much and he cheats at cards but I’m sure his heart is in the right place. I’ll keep on him, he’s a Gryffindor so he always tries to seem impressive. I wish he would just be himself, he’s a good guy!


quote:

(Optionally) a suggestion for the game thread title.
99 problems but a witch ain't one.

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Neopie
Feb 28, 2014

Something something cinnamon bun

Gonna app something. A Djinn, maybe?

Axe-man
Apr 16, 2005

The product of hundreds of hours of scientific investigation and research.

The perfect meatball.


Clapping Larry

I wanted to app to the last one so bad I will be posting an app after a specific time that is currently unable to disclose

Gato
Feb 1, 2012



Octavia Rookwood, the Heir

quote:

DAILY PROPHET EXCLUSIVE: HOGWARTS STUDENTS IN DARK MAGIC SCANDAL
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry confirmed this morning that it has suspended seven students under suspicion of involvement in a ritual involving forbidden magic. A spokesman for the school told us: ‘It’s not clear whether the students knew what they were doing or not. They are currently being investigated by the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and we’re not going to tell you anything else so kindly shove off.” The school refused to comment on unconfirmed reports that the Department of Mysteries was also involved in the investigation.
A well-placed source at the school has told the Prophet that the students were part of a notorious circle of 'troublemakers' calling themselves the ‘New Marauders’, a reference to the activities of James Potter, father of the Boy Who Lived, and (acquitted) murderer Sirius Black while they were at Hogwarts. This is apparently not the first time this group has been in trouble with the school authorities, and questions will inevitably be asked about whether Hogwarts is doing enough to protect its students from potentially dangerous delinquents
continued p.9.


The Aurors didn’t find anything, of course. Everyone was back on their feet in a week, more or less, with no trace of magic on us, and they couldn't make our stories add up, even when they used Veritaserum. So we were sent back to school in disgrace, with a total loss of 700 house points between us (a record, apparently) and strict instructions never to go out exploring again. As you’d expect, when we got back there was no end to the dirty looks and whispers and gloating. We weren’t exactly popular before – I guess we weren’t all that different from the original Marauders, if what I’ve heard about them is true. But I could handle it. I told myself it’d all be behind me in a month or two. Convinced myself nothing had happened.

Then a few days into the summer, I started to see numbers. 4732, written on a scrap of parchment I found in my bag. 4723, carved into the war memorial in the village. 4718, written in the contrail of a Muggle aeroplane. I thought I was going crazy. I suppose I was, depending how you look at it. It was only when I was awake at midnight and I saw the signature on my Weird Sisters Reunion Tour poster change from 4711 to 4710 that I realised it was a countdown. You can probably guess how that made me feel. Or maybe you can’t. Let’s just say I don’t eat much these days, and I sleep even less. I swear the world even looks a little less colourful, though that might be the magic. Does that even make a difference? Right now, everything looks like one of those Edwardian photos with the colour partly restored. I hope it doesn’t get worse, or Potions is going to be a nightmare.

…that was a joke. I’ve gotten worse at those too.

I finally met the others, all six of them, on Platform 9 ¾ as we waited for the train. It’s happened to all of them, though not everyone’s at the same number. It was Edwin who put it together – not surprising, he’s the only one who’s still doing Arithmancy – he added up what we each had, and he reckoned it came to 17155, give or take. 365 times 49. So we’ve got 49 years between us, and it’s not divided equally – I’ve got 13 years, probably as a perk for being our sort-of leader. A nice round unlucky number. Plenty of time to search every book in the library for a solution. I was about to say that to them, get their spirits up, when that bastard Arion spoke up. Wondering aloud. Wondering what would happen if one of us died prematurely. There’d be years left over – would they go to somebody else?

That was all it took. I don’t even know if it’s true or not, none of us do. All it took to get us looking over our shoulders, wondering what we were capable of, what everyone else was capable of. I could have kept them all in line once, inspired them, intimidated them, I don’t know what, but now, to them I’m just the possibility of 13 more miserable years of life. I’m doing my best not to get depressed, but that’s the hardest part, knowing that we could have worked together to figure this out. Not any more.

…no. I’m not going to give in. When I started here, I was a nobody, I had nothing. Try again. I can start from scratch. We might have antagonised half of the school, but I haven’t burned all my bridges yet. Fail again. I am going to survive this. Fail better. That’s all that matters.


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Name: Octavia Rookwood
Skin: The Heir
Look: Serious, haunted eyes
Origin: Born leader

Stats: Hot -1, Cold 0, Volatile 1, Dark 1
Moves:
Old Family Friend: When you take your fourth harm, fall down dying. You can't avoid death, but you can transfer it to one of your remaining siblings. Death, be it as a robed figure or as a shadow in the door, comes for them instead of you. When you wake into life again, you're fully healed. That is, unless your fourth harm is dealt by your secret weakness, magical fire. In that case your next remaining sibling inherits your powers, and you just die.
Inheritance of the Eldest: When someone with one of your Birthrights dies, whether by your hand or not, fill in that Birthright's circle. Their gift is bestowed on you, and you've unlocked that power.

The New Marauders
Arion has 10 years to live. He has the Birthright Echo in Here
Giselle has 7 years. Pluralize
Edwin has 6 years. You're All the Same
Yuko has 5 years. Pull the Strings
Ben has 5 years. An Inclusive Family
Fiona has 4 years. Brief Candles

Family Portrait: When you remind your siblings that you're in charge, choose: gain a String on one of those siblings, carry 1 forward to confronting non-siblings.

Sex Move:
After you have sex with someone, tell them about your secret weakness or a peaceful time you shared with one of your siblings. They tell you about their relationship with death.

Darkest Self:
Treason. You've just this instant put the pieces together, and not a moment too soon. There are those who've feigned kindness to you, and you've even let your guard down a little - but they didn't count on your survivor's instinct. Quickly, cleverly, before they can retreat or mount their defenses, you must strike them down unerringly. You escape your Darkest Self when your paranoia is revealed to be unfounded, or when you push away everyone who cares about you.

Let's get the first-fortnight questions out of the way. I'm in Ravenclaw, for my sins. The Hat was on my head for a good five minutes, trying to pick between that and Gryffindor. I'm still not quite sure what decided it in the end. It's pretty irrelevant, since I never really hung out with my housemates.

What else? I'm a half-blood, raised as a Muggle. It'll make sense when someone else tells you the family history. I was furious at my dad when the letter arrived and I found out what I was, not least because I'd endured 7 years in a Muggle school with a name like Octavia. It made my social life a bit of a mess for the first couple of years here, before the seven of us became friends.

My wand's made of sycamore and dragon heartstring, about a foot long and pretty solid. Like they knew eleven-year-old me was embarrassed at the thought of waving around some silly twig and going 'abracadabra.' Now it just feels like I'm compensating for something. Oh, and I've got an owl. He's called Wilfred. He gets lost a lot. Don't have much to say about him.

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Tell me about one of your classes, tell me about a secret you've discovered at Hogwarts, tell me about another student that's significant to you for good or ill.

I'm doing the standard set of advanced classes, plus Astronomy. Don't say anything. Why do all that work, all those late nights and early mornings, for something so useless? Two reasons. First, it's peaceful, up there, on the tower. Not many people take the class in sixth year, and Professor Humboldt is decidedly relaxed. I feel safe there. Don't ask why. Second reason is simple. This whole mess started with me looking through a telescope. Whenever I can, I give the grounds a quick sweep to see if I can see the... thing again. You have to keep hoping.

A secret? Just the one? The seven of us found more secrets than your average Unspeakable, enough that we tried to recreate that map Potter's supposed to have had, the complete map of the school. That's where the whole 'New Marauders' thing came from, though we gave up on the map in the end. So let's start off simple. During the bad old days, there was supposedly a passage to Hogsmeade behind a statue of a one-eyed witch outside the DADA classroom. It's not there now. But we found it, back in fourth year, hidden in a thicket at the edge of the Forest. The passage still works, and it was pretty useful when Giselle was banned from Hogsmeade in fifth year. But just think of the implications! The passage isn't just a tunnel, it has to be magic! Magic strong enough to linger unchanged even when they moved the statue! Or when it moved itself. Can that happen? I kept meaning to look into space-changing magic, but I never got round to it before all this happened. I was so excited, too. I guess I'm not a complete failure as a Ravenclaw.

God, it hurts to think about us, the way we were. I don't want to talk too much about the others, if I can help it. Why don't I bitch about Philippa Crawley instead? She is the most irritating goody-two-shoes teacher's pet imaginable, and she's been on my case since day one of first year. She even took to following me and the Marauders around so she could try and snitch on us! For a while, I wondered if this was some kind of strange group crush and she wanted in, but no, she really is just that self-righteous. You can imagine how smug she's been since we all got back.

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Rather Watch Them
Mar 28, 2012

Don't worry loves! NEED A CAVALRY HERE!


I dunno whether to app my Ghost from last game or go in a new direction. We'll see!

E: I didn't actually come up with this title.

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Rather Watch Them
Mar 28, 2012

Don't worry loves! NEED A CAVALRY HERE!



Valerie Easton, the Queen (Famine, Ravenclaw)


(source)

Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Dull Life

I was delivered under the light of a Lumos. My mother and father were on the lam, as they always were and still are, from those hunting Death Eaters. Since the fall of Voldemort that has been their status quo, even with me weighing them down. Of course, as a half-blood I have no business in the dark of exile, nor did my father. But love conquers all, I suppose. What does blood have to do with ideology anyway?

What matters to my mother is simply "us and them." We are the persecuted and they are the pursuers, therefore we are good and they are bad. Most of us didn't have a choice in the matter, like the Malfoys, but where we differ is that Lucius turned traitor to those who respected him. My mother stayed married to the idea of supremacy... until she met the muggle-born who would be my father. Something about his mystique made her second-guess her biases, and his knowledge of the wizarding world helped immensely in their escape. It only made sense that the only man who could reach her was exactly what Salizar had feared.

One of the most important things my father taught me is that life operates in cycles, time especially. He's pointed to the Wizarding Wars as an example. First has given way to the Second, and who's to say there's not a third one coming? Same thing with generations of family. My grandmother was a Death Eater, my mother was a Death Eater and me? I'm... Cycles are made to be broken?

I did get put in Ravenclaw, like my father, with a surprisingly springy birchwood and Veela hair wand like my mother's. The gentleman at Hogsmeade told me such wands could very well remain untamed, but I was destined for it. The only snag in retreading my parents' course: I was never fond of owls. Cyrus is a lot like me: impure, tempered, and a natural alpha. He's perfect for me.



Of course, reputation preceded me when I came to Hogwarts. I understood that I wasn't persecuted for my existence unlike my parents, and having eluded arrest for long enough they had been somewhat forgotten. An owl did manage to sniff out where I was eventually, though I explained to the Ministry that I was alone at the time.

I wasn't welcome in many of my classes until I started my campaign, The Horsemen: a group of students descended from Death Eaters who have been sought out as monsters. We have known from the start of our education that a third war was entirely possible, so we united to warn the student body that peace is fleeting and took in those who want protection from the impending doom of L--legacy of Voldemort. Great, terrible Voldemort, who is awful and evil.

We're trying to make a difference. We're not Death Eaters, and we don't deserve to be treated as such. Anyone who tries to put these false accusations on us will be proven wrong. The threat is out there, and could very well be among the student body! But we're prepared: we know how Death Eaters operate and can counter it, because we're smarter and more powerful than anyone before us. Who better to warn Hogwarts than the Horsemen: Conquest, War, Famine--that's me, the black horse--and Death.

We know, more than anyone, that which has been is destined to be again.

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Name: Valerie Easton
Skin: The Queen
House: Ravenclaw

Look: Icy, captivating eyes
Origin: Occult leader

Stats: Hot 1, Cold 1, Volatile -1, Dark 0

The Clique
You're at the head of the toughest, coolest, most powerful clique around. They count as a gang. Choose one of the following strengths for your gang:
- they're cultists (with dark oaths and willingness to die)

Streaming
You have a telepathic connection with your gang members. You can always hear their emotions and fears. When you try to hear specific thoughts, gaze into the abyss about it and add 1 to your roll.

Broker
You're attuned to how people value and weaken one another.Whenever you gain a String on someone with any Conditions named in a Skin move, such as blamed, one of them, morbid, dazed, snake food, like a sister to me, like a brother to me, moth to the flame, [outclassed or doomed], mark down 2 Strings on that person instead of 1.

Sex Move
When you have sex with someone, they gain the Condition one of them. While the Condition remains, they count as part of your gang.

Darkest Self
They've failed you. This is all their fault, and there's no reason why you should have to suffer the consequences of their idiocy. You need to make an example out of each of them, a cruel and unwavering example. You escape your Darkest Self when you relinquish part of your power over to someone more deserving, or when you destroy an innocent person in order to prove your might.

Strings
Name three NPCs who are members of your gang. Gain a String on each.

You find someone threatening. Give them a String on you, and take two Strings on them.

Advances
1: Take a move from another skin. (The Wyrm's Broker)


Erin Noctis (Conquest, Slytherin)

(source)

"Forget about Val. Did you see the match last Thursday? What am I saying, of course you did. Well--"

The most jovial of the group, our little Charmstress has a wide variety of domino masks for every occasion and loves to play pranks. When I don't feel like talking to anyone, I let Erin do it for me. Her grandfather and mother were arrested following an accusation from Lucius Malfoy himself. After being let out for not showing any signs of loyalty to Voldemort, her mother was released and got right back on the Death Eater wagon. What a doll Erin is for not letting that part slip.


Martin Awlester (War, Gryffindor)

(source)

"I can hear you, you know. Be thankful I only bash Bludgers."

Popularly called "Mopey Martin," a Beater for Gryffindor's house team. The man who should have been his father was imprisoned after watching both of his parents die during the Battle. Marty's mother, never having known his status as a Death Eater, cried fowl and swore one day to bring to justice her fiance's arrest. Being raised in a household of fury, he bears tribulation like a badge of honor in his desire for strength and control.


Gillian Sothe (Death, Hufflepuff)

(source)

"Don't touch me 'less you want scales on yer arse."

So quick to judge, are we? No, Gilly is not as sociopathic as she lets out. Yes, she has injured a few people, but she's a delight to be around if she likes you. Her giggly and visceral stories leave me absolutely breathless. I'm not entirely sure what atrocities have been done to her family, but I have no doubt she belongs here. She knows Hogwarts like the back of her hand and she's a crackshot with a wand.

Rauri posted:

Tell me about one of your classes, tell me about a secret you've discovered at Hogwarts, tell me about another student that's significant to you for good or ill.

History of Magic
Can you believe it's been seventeen years since the Second Wizarding War and nobody's bothered to research into Voldemort's point of view? Not that he particularly deserves to be honored, mind you, but he was tormented and sought out the friendship of his fellow Slytherin. Sure it escalated to war, but his childhood touches on a key issue: Students get bullied here, and sometimes the aggressors and victims look alike. I'm tired of History being one-sided... and Professor Binns is still a ghost, so he's dead set in his ways (pardon the pun). The only good this class is would be for reading something really worth learning, like the Gringotts Beginner's Budget Book, or Spelling: The Grammar of Spellcasting.

The Melting Hall
Between the greenhouse and the central courtyard is a short innocuous hall. There's nothing remarkable about it unless you let the morning sun hit the stones of its back wall. Each stone appears to turn liquid and allow objects to harmlessly enter and remain. When the sun no longer shines on them they become solid again, encasing any secret notes or special gifts in their stone cocoon until the next morning. It's not the most convenient form of communication, but the professors don't seem to know about it.

Durian "Lockhart" Smythe
The greatnephew of the one and only Gilderoy Lockhart, novelist and former DADA teacher, Durian is trying to instill hope for the self-assured that anything is possible if you don't try. He was sorted into Hufflepuff despite begging and pleading with the hat that he was, in fact, a magical genius after having read his great uncle's entire collection. He's been telling tales of victory over the Horsemen in a variety of trivial matters including broom maintenance and ability to see thestrels. Someday his smart mouth will write a check his bottom can't cash.

Rather Watch Them fucked around with this message at Aug 29, 2015 around 22:50

AdjectiveNoun
Oct 11, 2012

Everything. Is. Fine.


Going to app a Wyrm at some point~

GodFish
Oct 10, 2012

We're your first, last, and only line of defense. We live in secret. We exist in shadow.

And we dress in black.


Apping a werewolf

Capfalcon
Apr 6, 2012

No Boots on the Ground,
Puny Mortals!



Going to make Frank Grimes, the Mortal!

SHY NUDIST GRRL
Feb 15, 2011

Communism will help more white people than anyone else. Any equal measures unfairly provide less to minority populations just because there's less of them. Democracy is truly the tyranny of the mob.



Yggh'lymth (Yuno Limith), The Eldritch

It's been so long since I've just taken a proper vacation. This territory was Roman at the time I think. I don't know I wasn't even on the planet at the time. I only remember what was happening on this backwater because peeps sure were frazzled I stopped answering their calls for a while. That's when I decided to start coming in person, to reassure them. I'm a sucker for compliments and oh man humans sure know how to lay it on thick. They even built monuments to me. most got knocked over but one stood the test of time. Some times humans do it right and their stuff lasts more than the blink of my eye. The monument may have been fine but the club was suffering. It had gotten to the point where I could remember who was in it. You learn to appreciate what you got when it starts drying up. And folks on other worlds aren't nearly as impressed by me. I took a shine to a boy, Winsor. Started young, unlike all the others. Really had an amusing outlook on our arrangement. So I was real excited to get to see him again the last time I sensed the marked blood near the monument. It had been a while since there was any activity at the monument. And when I greeted him he said, "Winsor? You mean my grandfather?"

I guess I blinked.

Well I'm glad I met Jeremy too. Splitting image of his grandfather, and got the same temperament. Inherited the talent too. I hooked up his ancestors with some real power. Seems to have dulled into some parlor tricks by his generation though. That's how I knew it's been too long since I reacquainted myself with the boonies. Jeremy was going to a school to develop his talent so I decided to tag along. There's no way I won't get accepted. What they think is real magic is some weak cantrips that would have the court of Azathoth falling over with laughter. Shame I don't think I'll ever get the chance to share the story with them. So yeah I'll take a vacation to this school thing. It sounds like a fun place. And if all I need to do is twirl a stick and make something happen I'll be able to sleep walk through classes. Though Jeremy mentioned an animal class. Animals don't like me. They can tell.

I'm a little nervous about being packed in with so many people, I'm actually pretty shy. Jeremy didn't believe me at all when I said I was. He was super rude and even said that I had been naked for the whole day. I put a lot of effort in this skin I wear for my trips here. And I refuse to let him see my flesh to prove I was wearing the skin. I'd barely knew him, and even know I don't know him enough to show something private like that. I've taken to wearing the extra layers humans like. Fashion is really fun! Jeremy says my favorite look is gaudy. I looked it up and he's right. I've used all the money I've gotten together during my trip to build up a wardrobe. There's just so much to mix and match. I don't know if I could ever get bored of this. Jeremy's mother said she doesn't have anymore room for me to put clothes though. I'll just have to cannibalize what I have and make new outfits. It seems that there are uniforms at the school though. How pointless! What's even the point of clothes if they all look the same. Ugh. I'll have to figure out something to spice up my outfit as my mood changes.

Oh I hope maybe I can start a new club dedicated to me. Or at least get a few ideas on how to start another one.

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Look: unhealthy, distracted eyes
Orgin: explorer

Stats
+1 Hot +2 Cold -1 Volatile -1 Dark

Moves

The Inscrutable – Choose one of the effects for spending a string. This effect cannot be used against or by you. If someone has the Unhinged condition strings may only be used for the selected effect against them.

1000 Masks - When a scene begins you may choose a different string effect blocked by The Inscrutable.

Mad Love - When you ignore reason or convention to Turn Someone On add “gain the condition Unhinged” to the options on a 7-9. On a ten they gain the condition unhinged.

Sex Move - when you have sex with someone each of you gain a string on each other and the Unhinged condition.

Darkest Self - You’re sick of their posturing and displays. These grains of sand among the desert would make even Ozymandias balk. They should be made to see how insignificant they really are. You’ll reveal every embarrassing secret, every secret betrayal, and any dirty past you know to knock anyone off their pedestal. Your darkest self ends when something you’ve hidden is dug up or you completely destroy someone’s reputation.

Backstory- You're so above these plebeians. Though there was one person who impressed you with their intelligence, they gain two strings on you.

You’ve caused someone to doubt something they believed in, take a string on them.

tell me about one of your classes:
Alchemy is interesting. I don't get to experiment as much as I can with my fashion but the principle is the same. Putting things together is so much more interesting than the goofy charm classes. I just sleep through those lectures and replicate the effects with my own power. Honestly all that nonsense probably isn't necessary for anyone else either. Humans and their ridiculous sacred cows. Yes yes, I've served as one but that's different.

Yes so potions! Fun class. Especially when I experiment. the results are always exciting! Even if I don't get good grades for it. But I'm here for fun anyway, I don't care about their approval. So I'll keep tinkering with the brews.

tell me about a secret you've discovered at Hogwarts:
The star charts are very interesting. Someone here long ago knew his or her stuff. Even Cthugha is on one of them, and Hastur on another. And the star near my home is on the charts. Better yet, the notes show the wizard knew these stars were important. And they hint at some fun stuff. I think he or she was trying to contact one of us. Too bad it wasn't me. And too bad for them if it was Hastur.

tell me about another student that's significant to you - for good or ill.
Well of course Jeremy is. He's worried I'm going to be put in a different house than him. He's a Hufflepuff whatever that means. Jeremy has been helping me a lot go incognito. Human society has a lot of dumb nuances. But we won't get to chat much if he's stuck in another building. And yeah that'll suck. I don't really know anyone on the planet but him and his parents. He does a lot of extra curricular stuff to tie him up too. He's a beater on that sport team. And he volunteered at the school's owl thing. That's Jeremy for you. He's always trying to look out for other people. Like I don't even think he's done all this for me out of servitude. He's just do it for anyone. Wait actually that sucks that means the club's totally over. Ugh, I do need this vacation.

SHY NUDIST GRRL fucked around with this message at Jun 29, 2015 around 19:05

Axe-man
Apr 16, 2005

The product of hundreds of hours of scientific investigation and research.

The perfect meatball.


Clapping Larry

Erhard Weiss



Musical Accompaniment



The flash streaked across the sky as the tumbling form was engulfed in flames, that were hotter than any hell that could be imagined by mortal forms. A meteor with no origin, it is assumed it was too small to be seen as it departed its orbit around the sun and tumbled toward earth. Had an astronomer taken a closer look at me, he might have noticed something, the burning feathers, the tinge of white where there was supposed to be a rock, might have caught their attention. As most things mortals do they look but do they not see instead finding the mundane in the incredible.

I streaks pasted my intended target and landed what might be purpose or design into the Rhineland, and I could tell Their hand was upon my destination. It ran like a dream for them, as they accepted me and the twirling swirls of reality corrected themselves to allow for my existence. This starting point was intentional and special, though why I have no idea. Not my place, another lesson in humility? It was not to practice my German, though I know all language fluently.

Once again, a question asked is only left with more questions, there are never answers. I am no mortal, I served among the best, when many faltered, I did not, and yet here I am? What special trait or love did I miss. What teaching did You forget to give me, when I knew it before I was even formed. Angels you see, are not to have free will, the fall of the morning star assured this. Free will stripped from our minds without even a moments hesitation rewarding the servants of the faithful with a lobotomy of the soul.

As I sat in the farmhouse kitchen talking with my adoptive parents who had known me all their life, though we had just met, I wondered why I had been cursed to see. To each choir there was a task, and to me, it was to bare witness to the entire universe at once and see all the connecting strings, I suppose the latin is the most "popular" name for it. Ophanim has such a nice name for it, to watch the universe and guard the throne almighty, but it comes with its own curse. To see but not do, and it was not unpopular, even lobotomized, the angels all wanted to do something, rather than leave the world to its own devices as promised.

So here I was waiting for as things were corrected around me, pictures changed to show my smiling visage, and a empty spare room filled slowly with expected materials. Reality rewritten to offer me a chance, a chance for escape or learn what lesson I was supposed to do. This could all be corrected with a talk, eye to eye, from Creator to son, but it is not. I am not good enough for them, this punishment strikes me as another in a long line of cruel jokes as I ate the oatmeal the Fraulein Weiss thinks she has served me all my life, even with individual preferences.

All was well until the letter came, a scroll and lavishly printed in English about my schooling. I looked up at my foster parents in shock, "Was hat das zu bedeuten? Ich dachte , dass ich in die Schule in der Nähe." I asked them both, curiously, this was not where I was supposed to be going. Magic? What this the twist?

Dressed in what I assumed was my cloak and boots I stood near the almost destroyed house, it had been at least twenty years since anyone had even seen this house. It was obvious as I entered the house, the door long since lost to time. Walking toward the basement, I found the ruins of what had been a storage room, long since picked clean except for a single twelve inch box in fine polished wood with the name Gregorovitch engraved in it. I opened the box and smiled as I wrapped my hand around the wand as I slipped it between the folds of my black cloak.

My work done, I left that place and started toward my long journey to my new school, though the physical materials had been provided, I myself was not ready. How could I be? I suppose the Creator has a sense of humour, as now I was indeed going to shape the reality that I always had watched passively.

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Character Sheet: Erhard Weiss - Angel

Look: Stunning with intense eyes

Origin: On the path to redemption

House: Unknown (unsorted as of yet)

Stats
Hot: -1
Cold: 1
Volatile: 1
Forgiveness/Trespass: 0

Angel Moves
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Cast From Heaven - You no longer have a dark stat. Instead, you have a scale, moving between Trespass and Forgiveness. It starts at 0. When asked to roll with dark, roll with Trespass instead.
Whenever you subjugate yourself to someone else’s will, move the marker toward Forgiveness. Whenever you judge and punish others without the lord’s permission, move the marker toward Trespass.
If Trespass or Forgiveness is highlighted, mark experience whenever you roll with that stat or shift the marker in that direction.

Halo - When you turn someone on, roll with Forgiveness

Smiting - When smiting the wicked, add 1 to your lash out physically roll and add 1 harm to any harm dealt.
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Sex Move- When you have sex, you are reminded of your purpose here on earth. Lose one of your Skin moves and gain a different one.

Darkest Self- You've fought so hard to distance yourself from the lord, to establish autonomy and independence. In doing so, you've unwittingly stumbled into the service of another power greater than yourself. You will carry out their will as if it were your own. Whenever possible, you'll convince yourself that you're doing this of your own volition. You escape your Darkest Self when you realize who's been tempting you down this dark path, and beg others to save you.

Your Backstory- The lord loves someone else more than he loves you. Naturally, a rivalry has sprung up. You gain two Strings on them, and they gain one on you.

Someone reminds you of heaven. They gain a String on you.

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Tell me about one of your classes.

That would have to be Arithmancy, it is a simple reflection what I see everywhere and everyday here. A representation of the world in a number chart, and many complex variations of the reality they hope to represent. I could see why many do not want to have the mystery they dwell in revealed, but this is what I have been built to do. It comes to me as naturally as drinking water or breathing air.

Though most seem to buckle under the work there is someone who has worked with me closely on the many diagrams long into the night. Her name is Victoria Krum, she wishes that she could see the whole picture all at once, I can see the desire in her eyes as she looks at me. Little does she know the actual cost of such a gift, or curse. Sometimes, I simply shake my head and move on to the next question, working through it seems to be honest labor to prove to see the actual connections I already see. She seems to think it is incredible and is content to talk to me for long hours about the course.

I have to admit to great pleasure in another course, Study of Ancient Runes, of course to me language is all the same, from the same single base used by all mortals to communicate to each other. I have watched it form watched the words stitch themselves together from thoughts and concepts and change the very simple ideas of the early humans into more complex ones we see today. Magic is no different, the language has been twisted slightly to suit the more malleable reality. Since you can only see the world in the way at which you exist for mortals, you have to represent those things that cannot exist.

Both keep be busy and entertained though mostly I enjoy the life and change that happens around me.

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Tell me about a secret you've discovered at Hogwarts.

The place is full of secrets and passageways, and is always changing and moving, instead of the static clock that is my home. Secrets seem to be everywhere, but I would gather from the look of things that everyone has their secret place here. It is hidden behind what they think Hogwarts actually is. So the real question what was waiting for someone like me? I've had no secrets the very thought was alien before I could even conceive of life, or anything beyond.

It was a hidden garden, off of the fourth floor, behind a statue of the Barnabas the Barmy that seemed rather new. I didn't know who that was, but it seemed to important for some reason. I had walked through the old worm door with a claw mark over the front of it and into a peaceful beautiful garden. It had long been disused, but it was there, all ready, the plants over grown and the bustle and ever changing school had left this one singular place for me to change for the better.

The garden was surround by various strange and untamed flowers and bushes that seemed to be watered from no where and everywhere all at once. In the center sat a fountain with a buck full of tools. Like someone had planned to garden and snip each and every out of place twig and branch. I have spent many peaceful hours tending my garden, and I feel it is mine, because I can feel that none can see it, and everyone looks past it.

A garden to all my own to tend how I please just fills me with a great joy, I cannot express. Having seen everything but unable to affect anything, was torment, but here, I have changed and helped these plants.

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Tell me about another student that's significant to you - for good or ill.

That is a long list, but I will attempt to keep it brief, Hufflepuff Thomas Dean always took offense to me, and seemed to try to push me off my demeanor. I feel that he was threatened by how I seemed to easily do thinks that he could not do. In potions he failed miserably as I managed to succeed, and he expected me of some sort of cheat, or twist. He had the same things in front of him, his mortal eyes and his simple mind couldn't grasp and put both together. I admit that I get angry thinking about the insolence of the boy, it is frustrating.

What more, I attempted to make peace with him, forgiveness, maybe another of the lessons I was to learn. I went through his best friend, Chelsea Nix who attempted to plead my case I hope. She seemed too admiring to my taste however when she agreed to this. She is a very loyal mortal, but she lacks the foresight to see the consequences of her actions. Instead she twists and swerves through the world like a cannon ball, bouncing from one seemingly random event to the next, not realizing the real cause was herself.

I do want to know a very high achieving Gryiffindor named Rane Marx, he seems very mysterious and oddly alluring. I could swear that appears out of the corner of my eyes, and bend the light around him as he passes. Why or how, I could not say, his green eyes hold only secrets for me, and that is unusual and somewhat terrible to me. I have him in Defense of the Dark Arts sometimes and roaming the halls at night. Not needing sleep has its advantages as I tend to my garden, or watch the night pass slowly. The castle seems to breath more deeply at night, but I swear Rane knows more about my garden than he lets on.

The last person I would say, I have found significant would be a Slytherin named Eustace Black, a broad shouldered and always the bully. You can tell the world he lives in are only populated by obstacles that he can beat with his fists. His world so small and narrow, I would say that the light of sentience was wasted on him. The magic around him was like a stain on a pillow, an ruined opportunity completely deserving to be annihilated from an uncaring almighty. What purpose does this meatheaded lout really show? Another question I ask with no answer.

Axe-man fucked around with this message at Jun 27, 2015 around 07:25

GodFish
Oct 10, 2012

We're your first, last, and only line of defense. We live in secret. We exist in shadow.

And we dress in black.


Cana H. Lobos von Volfenfeld - The Animagus Werewolf



Cana H. Lobos von Volfenfled, charmed, I'm sure. Yes, from the Volfenfeld family, yes, very old house, though we never managed to stay quite 'pure' enough for the true purebloods, a muggle or muggleborn witch or wizard slipped in here and there, and practically half the family tree is half blood at this point. Lobos is from my mothers side, a less old family, but quite well known, grandmama Lobos was a famous curse breaker for Gringotts, and I believe my mother brought more money to the marriage than my father did, if you'd believe that! Quite a respected family, and rather large now too, two of my cousins are here, my older sister just graduated, and my younger brother should be starting next year.

My extracurricular actives? Well, yes, I am Quidditch Captain, I'm rather proud of that, was awarded it this year actually, and they say I'm the best Seeker Gryffindor's had since Harry Potter, though I don't know if I believe that. I'm good, but I'm sure someone else between us has been better in the last 17 years. Anyway, his skill was more the broom than the man, wasn't it? Sure he was good, but using an international standard broom at a school game is rather like taking the elder wand to the dueling club, isn't it? You'll win, but is it any sign of talent? No.

Oh- you meant those extracurriculars? How'd you find out about that, has Lessy been blabbing? Tch, fine. Yes, I'm a werewolf. Haha, Cana the canine, right? Good laugh. And no, its not a family thing, I was bitten two summers ago, when we went on the "Year Seven Harry Potter Tour of the British Isles" campsites everywhere the Golden Trio pitched a tent, with loads of tourist traps setup along the way. My mom is a bit of a HP groupie you see, she has the full set, autobiographies (ghost written), autographs (ghost written), photos, and every bit of Potter memorabilia claptrap she can get her hands on. Did you know she actually went to school with Harry Potter for six years! ! ! Yeah you will if you talk to her at all. Ugh. And you guessed it, that's the H. Harriet. At least dad had the sense to give me a real first name, so I'm not like half the guys and girls born around when I was. Just endless Harrys.

Sorry, werewolf. Right. So were on the camping tour, and some rogue werewolf was hiding out there nearby, looking for easy prey I suppose, revenge on some fan of Potters for him destroying He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and exiling him back to the edges of society. Oh, don't get me wrong, the new Ministry has done wonders for reintegrating werewolves into society, but the real wild ones, the ones like Greyback (thankfully long dead, supposedly the powdered werewolf fang in my wand core came from Greyback, though I'm not sure I believe that, weird coincidence either way though) who refuse to rejoin the magical world hate it. They want to be free to rip and kill and feed like when You Know Who- sorry, Voldemort, mom still calls him that, 17 years later. So if society so good for werewolves, why am I hiding it? Well. Legally we might be a lot more integrated, but people are still terrified. A lot of kids a year or two older than me don't have a mother, or don't have a father because of Greyback and the others, it would not be popular.

So we keep it a secret. I made sure to develop a reputation for sneaking out at nights so no one in my dorm wonders why I'm missing (they all think I'm chasing guys, pretty sure. Which isn't totally wrong) and I've come up with a better excuse as well. It took a lot of work, and I only mastered it at over the summer, working with Lessy, but now I'm an Animagi, turn into a wolf, naturally. Looks nearly the same as my werewolf form, though I haven't registered with the ministry, obviously. They'd be sure to run a background check and find out. But I can pretend like I was studying the process or self transformation in general and messed it up.

I don't mind too much really. I mean, I'd rather not be one, but I am, nothing we can do about it, and its not all bad. My adventures in the forest, as a wolf, and a werewolf have been an experience I've never had before, complete freedom! The grounds are mine at night! And since then, I've felt more alive, stronger and more in tune with myself. I tried heating a bludger at practice the other day, and sent it flying three times as far as our beaters usually get them!


This is my adorable owl, Emanuowl. I've had him since I was.... 4? I think. He is simply the best. Adorable, fluffy (for a bird), tiny, and has never failed to deliver a letter yet! After I got bit, he was skittish for awhile, but we've been together so long he's gotten used to me again, and everything is better.

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Name: Cana H. Lobos von Volfenfeld
House: Gryffindor
Wander: Cedar and Werewolf Fang
Look: Feisty, predatory eyes
Origin: Bitten

Moves:
Scent of Blood
Add 1 to all rolls against those who have been harmed in this scene already.

Primal Dominance
When you harm someone, take a String on them.

Uncontainable
When you attempt to escape any form of physical entrapment, roll with volatile. On a 10 up, you escape.
On a 7-9 the MC will offer you a hard bargain: agree if you want to escape.

Stats
Hot +2
Cold -1
Vol +1
Dark -1

Advances
@: Werewolf Move: Uncontainable

Sex Move
When you have sex with someone, you establish a spirit connection with them. Until either of you breaks that spirit connection, by having sex with someone else, add 1 to all rolls made to defend them. You can tell when that connection has been broken.

Spirit Connection:

Darkest Self
You transform into a terrifying wolf-creature. You crave power and dominance, and those are earned through bloodshed. If anyone attempts to stand in your way, they must be brought down and made to bleed. You escape your Darkest Self when you wound someone you really care about or the sun rises, whichever happens first.

Tell me about one of your classes
Divination is.... well, I took it expecting it to be an easy class that was totally useless, but it hasn't been, surprisingly! The new teacher, Professor Terryfeather (I say new, but he's been teaching there ten years or so now I think) is a little more grounded than its previous teachers by all accounts, but a lot of the class is still passable by making up random stuff you see in a crystal ball, just as an example. And while so far I've seen absolutely nothing in crystal balls or astronomical charts, the more sensory based Divination, burning of incenses and herbs, trance states, the flight of birds and in the spill of guts (chicken for the most part) have actually allowed me to see, or at least, think that I've seen.

I've also been taking Care of Magical Creatures, which I used to love, but has gotten a lot less fun for me the last two years. The creatures we study seem to be inherently afraid of me, even worse I keep having to hold in an urge to run after a lot of the animals we study, and I often want to eat them, which is troubling, and annoying because it makes my mouth start to water since we have COMC right before lunch, and I'm already hungry by then.


Tell me about a secret you've discovered at Hogwarts
Oh, where to start? I've found loads of stuff hidden in the grounds and the woods, just, as an example, only a very short way into the forest, about halfway around the edge from the main portion of the grounds and barely a ten minutes walk through the trees, is an old ruin, overgrown with vines and trees. A lot of the forest I've seen is very dark and gloomy, filled with dangerous creatures, but this area is very sparsely wooded, so much so that the sort of clearing it makes is nearly always illuminated in sun or moon beams, depending on the time of day, and fluttering butterflies, the trickle of a small stream running through the cracked bricks to a small reflecting pool. From what I've seen of the architecture, it might have been a church or cathedral once, but... I didn't know wizards had religion, aside from most families generally practicing the Christmas and Easter holidays, picked up from neighboring muggles. No sense is missing out on a good party, right? Still, I wonder who built it.

In the castle I've found a fair few secret passages around the buildings, including a couple I'm sure most people don't know about, one was completely covered in dust, and lead right to the kitchens, another goes from an unused classroom just off the entrance hall all the way to the 7th floor. I even found this massive room, like... far larger than the great hall, but its completely empty, and charred black, as though by some terrible fire. The door seems to appear randomly, in a different space on a different floor every time, though I haven't worked how why it moves or shows up, or what the point of a giant, burned room even is.

Tell me about another student that's significant to you - for good or ill.
Well, my two cousins, Tammy and Tommy (not brother and sister or even twins, despite what you might think, just weirdly coincidental naming) are obvious answers, Tammy is a fifth year in Slytherin and Tommy is a sixth year like me, in Ravenclaw. Tommy is alright, we get along fairly well, and he's useful to pick his brains if I'm stuck on some homework. Bit studious but generally alright, he has his own group of friends though so we don't really hang out. Tammy is.... well she isn't terrible, and we'd get along a lot better if she didn't keep dating various players on the Slytherin team, and making such a big deal of her mostly pure blood.

But the real answer would have to be Lessy. Alyssan White. She's a sixth year Gryffindor like me, prefect actually, though they actually had to double up for Gryffindors last year (and the fifth years now) because of how many of us were with the post war baby boom. They even had to add in more floors to the towers, can you believe that?! Crazy. Uh, anyway, we're in the same dorm room. She's a halfblood whose parents hid out in the war, they were friends with my mom and dad, and apparently my grandparents helped them to hide from the death eaters, so we'd been friends from before school even started, learned to control our magic a bit before we got wands or our letters or anything. She's generally way smarter than me at lessons, theoretical stuff and charms, though I'm a better transfigurer and at DADA. I'm pretty sure she would have gone to Ravenclaw actually, if I hadn't been sorted into Gryffindor first! Anyway, she was with us on the trip when I got bit, so she knew from the start about my secret, and she was the one who had the idea to become an animagus! If I wasn't, pardon the lack of modesty, excellent and transfiguration and hadn't had her help with the theory side of the process, there was no way I would have managed to make it, and definitely not in just over a year. We might not have all the same friends, but we hang out a lot, and I know she's always got my back, just like I've always got hers.

Title
Harry Potter and her Chamber of Secrets

GodFish fucked around with this message at Sep 23, 2015 around 05:53

megane
Jun 20, 2008



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Dear Headmaster,

Please find attached a letter I recently discovered, unsent, underneath a stack of homework assignments in my office. Though it is obviously in my handwriting, and bears no illusions or enchantments that I have been able to detect, I have no recollection whatsoever of writing it, nor of the student it concerns. Please note that it is addressed to the current student counselor, which suggests that I wrote it quite recently.

Because of this strange phenomenon, as well as the contents of the letter itself, I feel it is urgent to bring the matter to your attention at once. We may be dealing with a previously undetected high-level memory charm of some type. I have done my best to find further information on this student, but have come up with little other than the attached photos. Please advise.

Yours,

- Professor H. Honeyworth



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Professor Ardenne,

I would like to request your assistance in uncovering some information regarding a student in my Charms class by the name of Emily Brown. She caught my attention when she came by my office to inquire after her marks in the class; I discovered that despite her name clearly being listed on the roster, I had failed to record anything regarding her work. Even more strangely, she had anticipated this eventuality, and had brought along every assignment and examination I had given back, all of which were clearly marked by my own hand, but none of which had been recorded.

After correcting my files, I decided to investigate further, and found an appalling failure on the part of this faculty to keep accurate records for Ms. Brown. Her marks are listed for each class, and she provided at my request several papers written for previous professors (which show her to be a good, if not exactly exemplary student) to prove that no cheating has occurred on her part. However, few of said professors so much as recall teaching her, and none can say anything of import regarding her behavior or performance. Her student file has not been updated since the first day she came to the school. In consternation, I asked another Ravenclaw student -- Roger Fine -- who sits next to Ms. Brown in my class, and had previously taken the same Divinations class as her. He said, and I quote, "I'm sorry, Sir, I don't know who you're talking about."

If you'd be so kind, I would appreciate you looking into this matter for me; you have better access to our student archives than I do. I should very much like to get things squared away for Ms. Brown, and to rectify this deplorable lack of diligence on our part. It would be a shame if her graduation came and went and all we could say regarding her tuition here was that she appears to have been physically present at least some of the time.

With love,

- Professor H. Honeyworth
- Letter found in a wastebasket in the southern courtyard corridor.


My favorite class so far this year I guess would have to be Charms. It's super easy and the teach seems to like me more than most teachers do, he calls my name for roll and everything, and I get to sit next to Roger. Plus you get to do all sorts of weird stuff. Like we made a frog go bright blue last week, it was killer. Roger couldn't do it and he smiled at me when I showed him how and I thought I was going to faint, right there. Maybe he'll ask me to the dance. I like it a lot more than Potions and whatever, I'm just awful at Potions. In Potions I don't get to sit next to Roger I have to sit next to Melissa and she always gets it right and I can never get it right.

It's kind of nice how nobody really pays attention to where I'm going or if I skip class. Like sometimes when I'm not feeling like going to Potions I'll just skive off and wander around the hallways. So like, way back in second year I used to do it all the time, and I noticed something weird. There's this tower you can't get to. I mean Hogwarts is crazy, especially for someone like me who grew up not knowing anything about magic at all, what with all the twisty corridors and hidden passages and moving staircases and all. But I've tried for years and there's just no way into that one tower 'cause all the corridors go around it and I even tried flying up there and there's all these bars on the windows. Okay, maybe it's abandoned right? Nah, there's a light up there every night. Too crazy right?

I hate hate hate the girl who's in the bunk across from me. Alice, oh Alice, sweet wonderful Alice. She's the Ravenclaw seeker and just mad beautiful and she's got boys falling all over her. I hang out with her and her friends all the time but I can tell it's just out of pity or whatever. I'm like their handbags or their hair, just there to make them look good. Like they'd really enjoy my company, what a laugh. So every day Alice invites me along and I follow them around and don't say anything unless they ask me stuff and Alice laughs and smiles and oh, I wish I could be like her just can't stand her.


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Emily Brown, the Sasquatch

awkward, forgettable eyes, was a quiet child
Hot -1, Cold -1, Volatile +1, Dark +2

Musk
You have a distinct smell, unpleasant to some, intriguing to others. When you sweat in the presence of other people, roll with volatile. On a 10 up, the MC gives you a String on someone there and they choose:
  • compliment you,
  • apologize to you,
  • give themselves to you.
On a 7-9, the MC gives you a String on someone there, and that character gives you a Condition, delivered in the most appropriate way.

Hidden in the Scenery
When it appears that you're not around, you may roll with dark. On a 10 up, you're there and you remain completely unnoticed. On a 7-9, you're there, and somebody sees. If they don't draw attention to you, they gain a String on you at the end of the scene.

Icebreaker
You radiate awkwardness and people don't know how to talk around you. When someone speaks to break a silence or to start a new conversation, you may roll with dark. On a 10 up, choose two of these questions for them to blurt truthful answers to, whether or not you actually ask. On a 7-9, choose one question and during this conversation you both blurt out truthful answers to it.
  • Who do you want to make out with?
  • What don't you want me to find out?
  • What do you intend to do?
  • What do you wish I'd do?
  • What are you scared of?
  • What are you ashamed of?
  • Do you like me?

Sex Move
The person you have sex with smells like you afterward, and gains the Condition scented. If they face their peers before scrubbing it off, they mark experience.

Darkest Self
Now, right now, it's time to rain stones down upon the bullies and the excluders. It's time to wreck their precious stuff, to shove them back so hard that they'll never even dream of messing with you or anyone ever, ever again. You escape your Darkest Self when you hurt one of those people more than they've ever hurt anyone else... and more than you meant to.

Backstory
You've been a wallflower all your life, but someone finally noticed you. Give them a String.
Someone makes fun of you. What do they say? They give you a Condition, and you gain 2 Strings on them.




Thread title: Harry Sighed as he Cast his Patronus

megane fucked around with this message at Jun 29, 2015 around 17:49

Capfalcon
Apr 6, 2012

No Boots on the Ground,
Puny Mortals!





Dear Diary,

WHY THE HELL HASN'T THIS BLOODY SCHOOL BEEN CLOSED DOWN!?

Seriously! Ever since Potter was here, there was a crazy poo poo happening every year! Escaped murderers, cursed objects, rampaging monsters, you name it! And, yeah, now that he's gone, things have calmed down. A little. But people talk about how many visits they have to the hospital wing like it's some kind of competition!

I never thought I'd miss that homeschool thing my parents and their friends put together. Yeah, there was some incidents. Put a bunch of inexperienced witches and wizards in the same room together, and you're bound to get some. But there was just some jinxes gone wrong or someone getting stuck to the ceiling. You know, normal stuff.

And OF COURSE there's some boneheaded Gryffindor who thinks that she's going to be the next Potter. Jenny's always stalking around the school during off hours, looking for trouble, just so she can be a big hero. But, through some weird twist of fate, she never finds anything weird. It's like she's got an aura of normalcy around her. I'd trade with her in a heartbeat, though. I'm apparently just a magnet for the nutters and the strange.

Still, at least I've got one quiet period a day in Arithmancy. It's almost all theory, so the worst that can happen is someone wasted a lot of parchment. But, today, I heard some Slytherins talking about how Dumbledore was the kind of psycho who would store all sorts of dangerous magical relics behind deadly obstacle courses hidden in the school. AND, they say that when the Ministry was going over his will, a few of the more dangerous relics were never found...

Ok, they didn't say the psycho part, but come on! That's the kind of stuff that Gringots is for!

So, on top of all the crazy stuff that's going on, there's probably a few intentional death traps left over from a previous Headmaster!

God, why can't I just go back to homeschooling...

Till next time,
Jacob

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Jacob Grimes, the Mortal

Desperate, with nervous eyes. The new kid at school.
Hot +1, Cold -1, Volatile -1, Dark +2

True Love
You always have exactly one lover. The first is chosen during
your backstory. If you ever fall in love with someone else
instead, give them a String and they become your new
lover. You always carry 1 forward to earning your lover’s
heart or fancy.

Excuses Are My Armour
When you ignore some blatant problem with your lover
or how they treat you, mark experience.

Downward Spiral
When you gaze into the abyss, you may cause yourself 1 harm.
If you do, add 2 to your roll.

Hungry Ghost
You find sustenance in sadness. When others dump their emotional problems on you, roll with dark.
On a 10 up, they lose all their conditions, and you choose one:
}} Mark experience,
}} Carry one forward,
}} Gain a String on them
On a 7-9, they choose one:
}} They lose all their conditions,
}} They gain a String on you.

Sex Move
When you have sex with someone, trigger their Darkest Self.

Darkest Self
Nobody understands you, or even wants to. They’d rather you disappear.
Well, you’re not going to disappear. You’re going to make life a living hell for them.
You’ll betray the wicked to the judges, the weak to the executioners.
You’ll pit humans and supernaturals against one another, until everyone looks like monsters.
Only seeing the pain that you’re causing your lover will let you escape your Darkest Self.

Backstory
The Mortal always declares their backstory last. Declare one person to be your lover.
Give them three Strings on you. Take one String on them.

Thread title: Fiendfyre can't melt stone walls, Harry.

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Ferrosol
Nov 8, 2010

Notorious J.A.M



Zachary Bainbridge

"You are a disgrace and a failure to your family." I still have nightmares about that howler where those words echo through my dreams. See the Bainbridges are an old and at one time respected family. But those days are long gone. I mean don't get me wrong we were never sacred twenty-eight material but once we were feared, respected, admired by our peers. But not any more. Don't tell my father I said this but the one thing the Bainbridges know how to do is pick a loser, my grandfathers generation sided with Grindelwald, my fathers Voldermort. So now we are shunned, ignored by those who were once lesser than us. I was to be the last hope of the family, go to Hogwarts and win us new allies new friends amongst those that mattered. They spent the remainder of the families wealth on the best wands the finest cauldron everything I would need to stand amongst my peers. But the drat hat had other ideas.

It never even dithered The Bainbridges an old pureblooded family Slytherins for nine generations and then me a Hufflepuff. Not even a Gryffindor, no a Hufflepuff. I just sort of wandered over to their table and sat there burying my head in my hands. The howler arrived the next day, I don't know how my father found out so quickly but he did. He blamed it on me, said it was my fault that I was a disappointment and a fool. It's not like I had a choice. But you know what it's not that bad. Most of my fellow Hufflepuffs are good people. So what if they're never going to be movers and shakers. They were even kind and generous to me who spent most of my first year stand-offish and alone. I suppose that's when I decided I'd show my parents and those who looked down on me what a hufflepuff can do.


As for wands well I had to try out a few before I found the right one for me. 9 and 1/4 inches of cherry wood with a core of unicorn hair. According to Mr Ollivander it was supposed to have a knack for charms, So far I've only been average at charms though. But that might be me rather than the wand.

As for my familiar I got one of these.


Yeah, thanks dad. I mean my housemates get cute owls or cats or even rats. And what do I get a snake. Talk about creepy. Still he's not too bad once you get to know him apart from liking to wrap himself around my neck while I'm studying. You can almost believe his little eyes trying to follow the page. But that would be ridiculous wouldn't it. Still Toby (although it's Tobias if dad's around) is pretty distinctive and I have to keep him well fed so he doesn't go after other peoples mice.

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Name: Zachary Bainbridge
Skin: Serpentine
Look: Sleek, Apprehensive eyes
True Form: a tail, undulating limbs without joints
Origin: A family of old Wealth
Stats:
Hot: 1
Cold: 2
Volatile: -1
Dark: -1

Harm:

[ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]

Experience Points:

[ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]

Sex Move:

When you have sex with someone,
they become a part of the Failing
Dynasty (and subject to the move’s
mechanics).

Darkest Self:

You aren’t ever going to be the person
that your family wants you to be.
You can’t live with their shame and
insanity any longer. You need to
escape your current identity, go into
hiding, or run the gently caress away. You need
to threaten or hobble anyone who
would try to keep you in these familial
chains. You escape your Darkest Self
when you rejoin your family, or you
shed your past life and integrate
yourself into a new family.


Moves:

Failing Dynasty

In the age of serpents, your family was
powerful and prolific. Now, they live in a
shadow of their former glory. They want
to regain: their political clout

Whenever you are convinced to do
the bidding of a family member, carry
1 forward to doing it and that family
member gains a String on you. Whenever
you help your family regain some of their
former glory, mark experience.

Patience is a Virtue

When you bite your tongue and don’t
respond to adversity, roll with cold. On
a 10 up, choose one: gain a String on
them; they gain the Condition snake
food. On a 7-9, they gain the Condition
snake food.

Backstory:

You’ve been watching someone, trying
to learn from them what it means to
be human. Gain two Strings on them.

Your family seeks to control your
every move. The head of your family
gains two Strings on you.


tell me about one of your classes

My favourite class is Muggle studies. Do you know the Muggles are so charmingly backwards? they have these things like photographs but instead of depicting what's happening they're just still images. And they use these great big machines to fly with rather than broomsticks, I remember that last year she brought in some muggle sweets to share with the class. They barely tasted of anything. Still I hear they have this thing called the internet now which I believe is used for sharing pictures of cats across the world. What will they think of next?

tell me about a secret you've discovered at Hogwarts

On the fourth floor there's a room looks like a caretakers closet. But if you go inside there's a mirror. A magic mirror. It doesn't show what's there but shows what you might become. The first time I looked at it showed me happy with a brood of loving children and a wife. The second time it showed me with a dedicated team of research wizards working on some great spell. The third time was the worst. It was me but not me and I was leading an army of Death Eaters. I hope that isn't my future.... I've not worked up the courage to go back since.


tell me about another student that's significant to you - for good or ill.

Harriet Jones, Like me she's a reluctant Hufflepuff. Only in her case she's from a long line of half-blood Gryffndors. I think she handled it better than I did though she's constantly cracking jokes and playing pranks on people. She's the only person I know who actually gets on well with Peeves. Still I've started to suspect recently that's it just a better mask than mine. I found her crying in our common room once. She said she felt like a failure. Like she wasn't living up to her potential. I could sympathise because I wrestle with the same doubts. We talked late into the night. I think I made a friend. Now whenever I'm looking a bit down she cracks a joke to cheer me up. Look I never said this because if my parents found out they'd but she's really cute and I'm thinking about asking her to go with me to hogsmeade next time.


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Hairy Potter and the Confusing Teenage Hormones.

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someone awful.
Sep 7, 2007



interest

e: probably a wyrm?

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Rauri
Jan 13, 2008



First Questions

Margaret (Maggie, Margot) McClellan, The Fates
Has there ever been a time you've wished to not be, well, you three? What's something you've foreseen you've tried to prevent? Have you ever been successful in averting fate for yourself or others before?

Do all three of you always get along? Is there anything you've ever disagreed on? Who won the argument, or is it ongoing?

Gwendydd Teague, The Scion
Wow, you're a big fan of yourself, aren't you? What do you think of those that dislike you, either for who you are or what you've done? Is there anyone that remains a foe no matter how constantly you've impressed them?

A Patronus is symbolically representative - what's yours? What do you think it means about you? You can cast it, right? What other difficult spell have you mastered, and who else knows it?

Senna Avener, The Unicorn
Tell me about a time that words alone were enough to change someone, or put a stop to something bad. Then describe another where you had to use your wand. What would you have done differently in hindsight?

Being as accepting and friendly as you are - and a true Hufflepuff - you have to have made friends others would have overlooked. Tell me about two of them. Which of them are you still close to? Why did the other drift apart?

Octavia Rookwood, the Heir
Which of the New Marauders are you most worried about, and which has you looking over your shoulder the least? Are there any you're still close to, or has your group all but drifted apart?

Since the incident, what's the worst thing a classmate has said to you? A Professor? Is there anyone that's treated you with new found sympathy? Could you use them against to protect yourself from the New Marauders?

Valerie Easton, The Queen
I can't imagine a group like yours doesn't have its share of enemies. What's the worst thing you've ever done as a group against one of them? When did one of your enemies put one on over on you? Is there any professor you suspect of being sympathetic to you?

What talents and knowledge do you and your group possess due to your backgrounds that your classmates lack? Have you ever put them to use? Why or or not?

Yggh'lymth (Yuno Limith), The Eldritch
What have you managed to get wrong about social norms that used to be right? What have you inadvertently gotten wholly correct? What do you find oddest about life at Hogwarts?

What do others think of your strange views? Is there anyone that seems to suspect there's truth to your words? Is there anyone that seems to suspect there's something more to you?

Erhard Weiss, The Angel
What do you enjoy most about being at Hogwarts? What do you find most frustrating? What mistake do you see your peers keep making that you wish you could stop? What virtue do they typically exhibit you can't quite manage?

Dangerous things often happen at Hogwarts, and you've managed one already. What happened, and who was to blame? How did you handle the situation, and would your creator approve?

Cana H. Lobos von Volfenfeld, The Werewolf
What aspect of Quidditch was Harry bad at that you've actually mastered? When did that come in handy during a match? What's your "style", basically? What's the most irritating bit of Quidditch advice to get from other people?

Roaming the grounds so much for night, supposedly "chasing guys"... tell me about a time that's lead to snogging? And another time it nearly got someone killed? Is there anyone you wish you could tell about your condition?

Zachary Bainbridge, The Serpentine
What request have your parents made that you're considering? Is it the worst thing they've ever asked you to do? If not, what was? When was the last time you did as they bid, and what reward did they manage to send you?

What's your favorite part of being at Hogwarts? Are there any extracurricular clubs or groups you're in? What's something you'd change about the Hufflepuff common room, if it was up to you?

Jacob Grimes, The Mortal
Wow, that all sounds awful! Who have you met at school that actually seemed sympathetic to your views on school safety? And who just thinks you're a giant whiner? What incredibly dangerous thing happened just yesterday?

What's your favorite thing about Hogwarts? What thing does everything take for granted that could change the world? What do you think of wizarding society in general, while we're on the subject?

KittyEmpress
Dec 30, 2012

Jam Buddies


Rauri posted:

Gwendydd Teague, The Scion
Wow, you're a big fan of yourself, aren't you? What do you think of those that dislike you, either for who you are or what you've done? Is there anyone that remains a foe no matter how constantly you've impressed them?

Well yeah, when you're the best you should be your own biggest fan. As for people who dislike me? Jealous fools, who are angry over how I'm better than them, or people who think all of us Slytherin are the same - either way fools not worth my time. As for someone who hates me despite how I've proven myself so many times? Lizbeth Follie the Ravenclaw is that, I suppose. I first met her on the train to Hogwarts, as she bragged about how good at magic she already was, and about how despite being muggleborn she would clearly be the top student for the year, and that everyone else should give up - basically, she was as pompous as me, but lacked my training. Where she had been a witch for months, I'd been trained in the use of magic since before I could even call on it.

So I challenged her to a little contest of basic first year spells, and won, embarrassing her in front of all of her little friends she'd made on the train. Then as we got sorted she thought to brag about how she got the house of intelligence - which I was quick to correct her on, in that I was picked for the house with real aspirations. That year and every year since, we have competed on exam scores, spell discipline, and... well, basically anything else she could think of. Every time I beat her, it just annoys her more I think. Oh she's bested me once or twice in my weakest subjects, but like that is truly indicative, when I've still beaten her three times for every once she's bested me.

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A Patronus is symbolically representative - what's yours? What do you think it means about you? You can cast it, right? What other difficult spell have you mastered, and who else knows it?

A hummingbird. No. Shut up. Everyone laughs when they hear it, but you know what? It's one of the most difficult spells in existence, far beyond what I should even be able to cast - and besides, the hummingbird while small, means many great things? Do you know that the hummingbird is representative of someone who enjoys life? As well as someone who is tireless and quick witted, never being caught off guard or put off what they want? How about how independent the hummingbird is?

Shut up. I know it's tiny. Most people my age though? Can't even get an incorporeal Patronus, let alone a true corporeal one.

I also am capable of completely flawless apparition, as can obviously be expected. Unfortunately, I am not old enough for an official license yet - annoying rules and regulations meant to protect the unskilled, obviously. Still, I have tested it a few times - under supervision in specially allowed classes of course - and have never splinched myself, nor did I even vomit when I had my first successful attempt. Unfortunately, the combination of lacking a license and the anti-apparition charm over the campus means it's not actually very useful.

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Jenner
Jun 5, 2011
Lowtax banned me because he thought I was trolling by acting really stupid. I wasn't acting.


Rauri posted:

First Questions

Senna Avener, The Unicorn
Tell me about a time that words alone were enough to change someone, or put a stop to something bad.

There's still so much hate in the world, we live in a small town but that doesn't keep intolerance away. We're on the cusp of middle class and my dads had to save up for years just to afford to have me. Even before my home country's historic decision big meanies black with hatred were about giving my fathers a hard time.

It really ramped up a few weeks before the vote. An old church friend of theirs (I guess not so much their friend anymore) and a select few of their old congregation (my dads aren't Catholic anymore) started chewing them out. Calling them sinners, they used me as a weapon against them. "That girl needs a mother!"

I remember being so angry, we would get this from time to time and I was fed up! Normally I bite my tongue because it's rude to disrespect adults but this time I didn't hold back! "Shame on you!" I shouted at them "Who are you to decide what I need?! I have no need for a mother because I have the best family with my two perfect fathers!" I glared at them all. "How dare you try to sully our love with your toxic hate! Leave my family alone!"

Needless to say, they were shocked. They mumbled amongst themselves still but lost the will to fight. They left and they bothered us no further. Father told me a few of them sent he and dad letters of apology later and they had a lot of well-wishers and loads of letters of congratulations after their marriage.

I still grounded myself, of course. I'm a good girl!

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Then describe another where you had to use your wand. What would you have done differently in hindsight?

One day, on my way home from the park I found a group of four boys tormenting a starving stray dog. That dog was an innocent creature and she didn't do anything to deserve their cruelty! So I strode right over and demanded they stop this instant!

My heart was in tatters, the poor dog was so scared and injured! Those meanies had either broken her leg themselves or had found her that injured. They just laughed and used my disapproval spur on their viciousness!

I appealed to them, what if you were this dog?!

I threatened to tell their parents!

They hit her with a heavy stick and she started yelping and didn't stop.

My wand was in my hand before I knew it, "Stupify!" I found myself shouting. I blasted each one of them and watched them fall stiff. Their once ruthless faces now twisted up into expressions of shock.

I soothed and picked up the injured dog, I called my dads crying as she yelped and suffered. They came and got me and they rushed us to the vet.

I was in so much trouble! Both from the wizarding world for publicly using magic and for striking out at those boys. I went two years without any allowance to pay for Trish's veterinary bills and they gave me a huge lecture, grounded me for a month, and took away my wand privileges for that time.

I wish I could have found a solution without resorting to violence. I'm ashamed of myself. If only I'd been better.

Trish is the best dog ever though.


Pictured: Senna's dog Trish.

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Being as accepting and friendly as you are - and a true Hufflepuff - you have to have made friends others would have overlooked. Tell me about two of them. Which of them are you still close to? Why did the other drift apart?

People are getting better about LGBTQ rights all around the world! It's a good thing! It means people opposed to it are more likely to bite their tongues or look the other way than be called out as a bigot. Here in Hogwarts people sometimes bring their Outside intolerances in to mix and blend with pre-existing bigotry. Class differences, lineage, patronus shape, you name it and someone has probably found a way to use it as a way to sort everyone.

I think that's one of my biggest disappointments about this place (not that I don't love it here!) It's supposed to be so much different and better than the outside world but it really isn't. Just more magical, really. The same old hatreds just with a new slant (and now more new hatreds too!)

We practically begin our lives in Hogwarts being Sorted then some of us spend the rest of our lives Sorting. I make it a point to try to be friends with everyone I can. From the 'mudbloods' to the 'loonies' to the 'poors' (my family is not that we'll off either!) Each of those friendships come with their own struggles but these are the people who need friends the most!

Still, the friends that most stand out to me are Glenda Murphy and Brittany Smith. In the grand scheme of things they aren't any more special than anyone else. ("We're all special in our own special ways!" That's what dad says!) Glenda is Muggle-born and Brittany comes from a poorer family with a single mother but that doesn't matter, shouldn't matter. They're good people and my friends! What matters is that they were dating.

I was really touched when they confided in me. But then, they knew I'd be an ally because of my dads. I really liked Brittany, she's a Gryffindor, and Glenda is a Hufflepuff like me so we're also good friends. The two of them were such a cute couple, virtually inseparable, and I was so happy for them.

But it wasn't us that drifted apart, it was them. Over time they started to argue a lot. Little things, big things! They started falling out of love and I tried to reconcile them but I failed them.

I failed them as a friend. I failed them when they needed me most. This is all my fault, if I could have just helped them more, been there for them more, done... more.

It was a nasty break up, they hate each other now. I'm still friends with both of them but they're constantly back-biting and complaining to me about the other one. Trying to get me to side one way or the other. I feel torn in two directions. I like them both and I refuse to choose between them.

It's so awkward, this hate has consumed them and I miss my old friends.

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SHY NUDIST GRRL
Feb 15, 2011

Communism will help more white people than anyone else. Any equal measures unfairly provide less to minority populations just because there's less of them. Democracy is truly the tyranny of the mob.


Rauri posted:

Yggh'lymth (Yuno Limith), The Eldritch
What have you managed to get wrong about social norms that used to be right? What have you inadvertently gotten wholly correct? What do you find oddest about life at Hogwarts?

What do others think of your strange views? Is there anyone that seems to suspect there's truth to your words? Is there anyone that seems to suspect there's something more to you?

Humans get so riled up in their morality debates, and it is all such a pointless waste of time. Traditionalism is the most tedious thing in all the eons. Oh don't do that to have fun it's only for babies. Unless you have babies. But not even if you do have babies now. And it's still going on. Isn't time supposed to move fast for humans? So why do they use it to debate on the correct way to have fun? At least Most people seem to get it now. I'm glad they're getting that right. But it all seems to just shuffle around. Apparently humans are ~above~ being owned these days. I suppose no human is worthy to have property with actual worth like man power, But I certainly deserve a few thralls I think. But even those that know I'm not a mere human disagree adamantly. Humans just don't appreciate things that are different. It's how it is at school. I'm a different kind of intelligent, they just can't appreciate it. This school prioritizes such bizarre things in its teachings. Which works out for me I'm here for fun and taking in the culture. The housing system I don't get. They bother to classify the students, but that's it? Such practices are for applying people efficiency, yes? They are assigned a role but not given lessons suited for a role different from the others. This bizarre false egalitarianism is very human, I suppose.

My strange views are considered such. I have been accused of having autism. Please, human psychology study is a joke. Students respect me but piecemeal. My apathy towards their fears and desires makes me seem either daring, ambitious, or egalitarian. Truly a testament to how preoccupied with trifles humans are. I could fit into any of the houses I think. And there has been a problem with the hat. It can't sense me proper through my coat, it will be resolved later. I hope I don't have to let anyone see my flash, I suppose it might be okay if its just the hat.

Dahlia Kauffnung has been an interesting human. A Slytherin who appreciates my contempt for the social barriers humans construct around themselves. I was peaking to her about the illusions of the reality built around us when we were all stuck in that hall waiting for the hat. Familiarity, devotion, fellowship, honor, and order. She was fascinated with the true chaos of the universe beyond the crib of her world. In fact Dahlia has already attempted to have it so we are in the same dorm, the headmaster did not appreciate her interfering with my hat business. I've considered deigning to grace her with my continued presence at her desired levels, but I want to see how this hat thing pans out and won't compromise my own desires. After all, why should I bend over backwards for her when she should just suck up all my wisdom and discard me? Not that a human would do that. They form such silly attachments. It's amusing to watch, I want to act one out while I'm here.

Richard Buielu has had his eye on me since I had that trouble with the hat. One of the instructors here, suppose to teach us how to protect ourselves maybe? Either way that notion is laughable it probably isn't a real class. He thinks I'm some dark nonsense humans scare their children with stories about. I can tell he's probing me with his stupid parlor tricks. I'll be amused if any of them work. It is amusing when he is subtle. But when he tries to keep me away from other students it is annoying. How am I supposed to enjoy my vacation if I can't interact with the wildlife? That's the entire point of a safari isn't it? He acts like I'm only interested in pelts. Well I suppose I did use the safari comparison on my own. But humans don't hunt on those anymore. Now it's poaching. Which I guess makes sense because the idiots can't ration. Anyway Richard I'm sure is so far off base it is laughable.

LifeGetsWorser
Oct 23, 2010

Me "IRL"


Fun Shoe

Rauri posted:

First Questions

Margaret (Maggie, Margot) McClellan, The Fates
Has there ever been a time you've wished to not be, well, you three? What's something you've foreseen you've tried to prevent? Have you ever been successful in averting fate for yourself or others before?

Do all three of you always get along? Is there anything you've ever disagreed on? Who won the argument, or is it ongoing?

Oh, dear. I fear there might have been a slight bit of confusion - I, me, Margot - I'm not what you would call a separate entity from Maggie or Margaret - it's all me, it's not as if there's a...dialog between the three names in my head or anything. Maggie is Margot is Margaret, it's...less distinct than I may have inadvertently and erroneously explained earlier. Consider it like, well, I suppose the easiest way to describe it would be...oh, well this is going to be an imperfect analogy and I apologize for it but almost imagine how a person is after drinking or after imbibing a substance that alters their mental state. They are still them, but, differently so. It's like that, only I am, of course, sober.

I'm never not me, my memories aren't something that is split up or have gaps. I don't have different skills or anything I'm, well, just focused differently. Things that seem like logical decisions as me, Margot might seem less so as Margaret or Maggie. It's just...I feel different depending on what name seems to fit better. I think differently. Sometimes different things occur to me. But I am still me...just, well, not.

As far as wishing I was different? I can't rightly presume to know what that would be like? I suppose I would find that terribly limiting, if I wasn't like how I am, suddenly. After all I've always been of three minds about everything, at least as far as I can remember. Constraining - that's how it'd be I suppose. I am familiar with hang ups, and feeling uncomfortable doing something as opposed to being comfortable with something else. But only having one set of likes and dislikes, one moral perspective, one ideology and sense of self? That must be terribly boring and well, limited. I always feel unfortunate for other people not having what I have. But then my gifts do leave me prone to pity.

My first year at Hogwarts, for instance. The first time I forcasted a Quidditch match I foresaw a poor Gryffindor boy getting hurt pretty badly by a bungled play. Now, I had by then already learned that you can't change what is going to happen. But I suppose I thought wizards and witches might be a bit more resilient to the whims of Destiny than your average human being. That was a mistake - they aren't. If anything, they're even more bound to Fate's fickle finger.

So this lad, he was a third year by the name of Samuel Straub, quite a vigorous and virile sort. I believe the ball was blocked mid-serve and, erratically, ended up cracking him upside the head. He twisted, spun like a top really, and plummeted to the earth. The anti-falling spells were invoked but, well, it was too late for him, really. Now I saw all of this days before it happened. And I even tried to warn him. Yes, as Margot at the time, this is a Margot story after all and Margot's telling it. He had been nice to me and he had no reason to be, me being two years his younger at the time and not even of the same House, so I wanted to return the favor - I told him not to play in this match, that something bad would happen. I found it was better to be vague - give someone too specific a Destiny and they blunder right into it - make them alerted for something nonspecific and when it happens they don't hold you accountable. Anyway, there wasn't a lot I could do but warn him and watch. And he went to the game anyway. He caught my eye before they started the match and I shook my head. I think he thought I wasn't a real Seer.

Well, he doesn't think that anymore. But being vague means I can't be blamed when the horrible thing happens despite my warning. But that's how it was always going to happen, you see. That's how his story had to progress. He's lucky that it wasn't Margaret that foresaw what I saw, because his injury may have been far, far more severe if it had been.

You see I can't argue with myself simply because I perceive things differently, but things are perceived differently for a reason. For instance, my visions (er, Maggie's) like to be about the beginning of something. The start of a path, like a, uhm, first chapter of a book. I like telling people things sometimes cuz it'll be something hopeful or maybe something good, it'll be them getting to try something new. Sometimes beginnings can be hard though. Sometimes it's not always easy. There was a bit of an upheaval last year when I forecasted another girl was going to get pregnant. She didn't believe me, but she always was the sort to do as she was wont to. I couldn't tell her the name of the boy it was going to be from because these things are hazy. I'm still not sure who it was. But she hasn't been in class at all this year. Not sure what happened, but I know for sure for sure she was putting on some very specific weight by the end of last year.

Other times, my visions (if you must, Margot's visions) are more about an important event during a life, something that will progress their story or even change it from one thing to another, like poor Sam Straub up there. When I feel like Margot the visions tend to be less explosive than when I feel like Maggie or Margaret, but there's so much more. It's richer. The whole tapestry of that person's life can be the middle, you know. Pivotal things happen to people all the time. And it can be for good or for ill. A Doom doesn't mean an evil, it just means an unavoidable circumstance. The modern devolution of language makes that clumsy. But there's such a thing as good omens.

I don't tend to see a lot of them though. Margaret, I mean. When I see things it's endings. Now, endings can be good - the ending of a sickness, the ending of a bad relationship, the ending of a drought. But the majority of the time, what I see is death. Not a lot of the death of a person, mind you, thankfully, so far (though I know more than I want to about how people are going to meet their ends such things are far enough in the future to be cloudy and not certain), but rather all sorts of little deaths. The death of a high mark in class. Or the death of a burgeoning career in something. The death of a talent. Or a friendship. Or a quest. Their failures are evident. I suppose people consider me fatalistic most of all when I feel this way.

Now, I make it a habit not to re-read the same situation or person once I've gotten one, even if it is different how the visions play out because while I can't argue I can certainly get conflicted foresight, and that is a headache. Did you ever hear of Gretchen Terwilliger? She's a hufflepuff. Seventh year. She's a nice girl, a bit, well, clumsy with her magic but...as I said she's a Hufflepuff. Do you know what's going to happen to her life once she graduates? Because I do, but it could be one of three things. You see, this doesn't make sense, because Fate is Fate. And yet...if you ask me she'll lose the love of her life and that will leave her alone forever but she's going to have three beautiful children and also she'll have an argument with her first husband that will lead her to her second, and she'll only have one child with each. It's too conflicted, it can't work out all at once but it's all true. Fate is fate but I can't be sure what Fate is really her's. She's going to avoid Fate, but that won't be her Fate, do you understand? Two of those Destinies have to be false, but none of them are...it just depends on how I'm looking at it. They're all true but it makes her a flux. Almost like some sort of a paradox - I get headaches when I spend too much time around her. She makes the future fuzzy. I can't stand it being so unclear.

I guess it's fair to say that obviously knowing one thing about a subject doesn't give me the full knowledge of that noun. And the future is always in a certain degree of flux - knowing about things that are about to happen is a lot easier and less uncertain than trying to picture something that will happen weeks or months or years from now. Days tends to be the limit for proper exactitude. I'm not omniscient, but neither is Destiny. It's just inevitable; once a particular event is set in motion it can't be stopped.

As I said before, I can't read myself, and that's frustrating, no matter how I look at it. You would think a Seer should be good at that sort of thing but I have to be indirect - if I focus very hard I can bounce it; think of someone close to me, read their lines, and catch myself in the interplay. I haven't found anyone that close, for a while. But I keep looking because obviously that would be useful to know - what is coming up for me. At the same time, I almost don't want to know. I don't have very many surprises in my life; my direct future being a surprise does provide me with something of an amusement, if also a certain measure of discomfort. But it's different than say, Gretchen, because I've never been very good at knowing exactly what will happen to me. Even about one particular thing that is sure to occur soon.

Axe-man
Apr 16, 2005

The product of hundreds of hours of scientific investigation and research.

The perfect meatball.


Clapping Larry

Rauri posted:

First Questions

Erhard Weiss, The Angel
What do you enjoy most about being at Hogwarts? What do you find most frustrating? What mistake do you see your peers keep making that you wish you could stop? What virtue do they typically exhibit you can't quite manage?

To explain what I enjoy most about Hogwarts, you must understand were I am from. A guardian at the throne has a view that few can comprehend a star, a solar system, is nothing compared to the immense image, and it is all taken in at once, without question, but there are strings of fate some might call it, others might call it consequence. To know those who pluck the strings, I could say that it is a mixture of both, the very fabric of reality itself is not unlike a piece of tin foil on a tennis ball, the flexing of reality and time under the foil cannot really be felt, but it is there. Now, I come to a place where all of the strings start.

This is where it is all determined, a stray comment can cause someone to tumble off toward dark and evil means, while a helping hand in the right place can do the opposite. As time goes on the strings start to get more insistent and to some the pull is a welcoming as a lazy stroll at the park, while to others it is as if they wish to walk up stream. The amazing thing is that they can do that, they can over come, though not all do, they can try. That is amazing, and all the innumerable interconnections that they are fighting trying to pull them back toward where they don't want to be.

They can be anyone they want, though they might not want to be the person it takes to get there. It is breathtaking to indulge on such a small scale, for such a trivial moment in time.

I would be remiss to forget to mention my place in all this, that is what I really enjoy. To sit down and talk to someone about what they are interesting, either by choice or not, I have some knowledge implanted in my head to fit. It allows me to talk almost about anything, and I use it to great effect. Not having to sleep is another advantage, as I can ponder and do my studies without the presence of other people, I have to say that I enjoy this sensation, it is hard to place, but learning is quite a unique experience that continues as I start to mesh with the others around me. No longer snipped into place, someone who was always there because they were supposed to be there, but rather actually there, real memories people could grasp, not a divinely lobotomized half memory that is unquestionable.

What is most frustrating is the mortals allowing their freedom of choice be twisted or turned against them. Self doubt, depression, or even just being beat stops them from spreading their wings and flying. Most of the damage is done by the mortals themselves not some outside force or some "luck." It would be comparable to a small chick being taught to fly by having its wings clipped. Some even seek this treatment, and some seem to thrive on depriving them of it. Even as a slave to my creator, I felt the leash, these mortals do not see the prison they force themselves into.

I tried to help and was met with confusing lashing out, so I like the mortals let them be, and let them bemoan their fate. They have to want to seek their help, and yet, with a wave of my hand, I could correct them in just a moment. My creator could simply think the thought and it would be no more, there would no more suffering and sadness, each could flourish as they wish, but do They?

We know the answer to that, instead I try to pluck the strings indirectly and do something.

The greatest mistake they all make is a very critical one, it is one most mortals make and that is assuming that time will stand still for them. That this moment once past can be revisited again. How little do they know about the gentle and unrelenting march of time, the shy glance and insecure moment that they barely think about could be one that they regret. To make the steps to go toward where you belong happen now, but are not wrapped in the passions of the moment, but rather the desires of the whole.

Most mortals act like a feather on the wind, take flight at the next breeze, but never consider where the wind might blow nor where they will be at the end of it. They feel that accepting all the chances, instead of the ones that feel right will take them where they want to be, and then regret it. It is not now, or even ten years from now, but fifty years from now when they have a full perspective of life to consider the paths they could have taken down. To have no regrets is impossible because when you are pursuing all the things you think you will regret, you are missing the things you actually will regret.

I wish they would take a moment to breath and just step outside of themselves for a single moment, and examine their life, and then move on. Recognize the person they shun, and the other they ignore, and listen to them, see them. They can see as I have said before mortals can see but they are blind.

St. Paul of Tarsus's virtues are rather strict, indeed, and I think there is a reason for that. He intended that sin be everywhere and to achieve the real heavenly virtues to be a struggle, and a constant reminder that they were not in heaven nor where they really supposed to be attainable. With that in mind, I would have to say that my virtue that I am weakest in but these mortals seem to have in droves, it is Kindness. Now, you might ask, how could I say that when there are so many people being so evil and hurtful to each other, and that is simple.

In each terribleness the people who care about them are there, or even sometimes not, their heart is touched in a way I could only wish to understand. If you take the word to its original latin "Benevolentia" it means benevolence and empathy. I was willed into existence as a guardian, a protector, not a savior or to give mercy. I rose from a time of war, and that is how I have been marked, it is something that I wish to know and feel.

Feeling is the real want that I have, to look at someone in the stairs and to instantly reach out to comfort instead of seeing them for their role and deciding to help them. Everyone wants a purpose, and I feel that they do not know what that means. They are happy to give their lives purpose and mistake it for other meanings. To those that are called there is no choice to resist or to choose, you are changed to your calling. I do not want to be something that is defined only by a purpose, I want to choose and have that feeling and understand that sadness and hurt and want to quench it. Not quench because I see every moment from there past and there future that ever will be or ever could have been.

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Dangerous things often happen at Hogwarts, and you've managed one already. What happened, and who was to blame? How did you handle the situation, and would your creator approve?

You are right to say I managed it because I was there, magic is a deadly business, though the mortals here seem to forget it over time. Though life can be extended, but conversely, it can be snuffed at any moment, and it always ends. Mortals this young do not believe the touch of death can reach them. I do not know what this school hides, but the corridors and rooms even hide dangerous creatures it seems. I wouldn't have known it, if I hadn't noticed a flicker of a door open while I was in the dungeons for potions. A rather ancient and very scratched door hung open without any reason for it being so.

Behind the door long slender legs of pure black poured out of the door and I could sense it before it came at the crowd that I was tagging along. The torches were snuffed one by one by two of the large legs as the eight eyes adjusted to the dark. This creature was old a type of which I was unfamiliar and that worried me. It didn't matter however how dark the creature made it, I could see more than anything it could imagine. I stopped and dropped my books, the others looked at me in a bored expression wondering what was going on and was about to move away, until the fangs lunged at me.

I think even in the darkness, I shown in ways that the mortals around me could not tell. The attack was fended off by a spell to the center of mass, "Arania Exumai" I said as I jabbed my wand at the creature. It was thrown back with a bright flash, and landed against the nearby wall and moved to retreat. That was until I realized they were on the ceiling three of them, and they dropped around me, students screamed and they looked at each other in fright. The spiders were moving on their pray, but I was not prey.

The wand hit the floor as my eyes started to glow a white light, my clothes starting to fade away as brilliant wings burning in fury and need. My true form is not something a mortal can see they can only see what they think I look like. These spiders were creatures of intelligence but even they knew that they were not to defeat me. The problem however, was that in the end, that I had unleashed the flame, the holy and unrelenting flame, and the spiders felt it. They shriveled as I glowed brighter, the students around me started to say something as if they couldn't really see what was happening.

That is when time froze for a moment. A second was more like a century for that brief moment, and my holy wheel dismantled the spiders into bits. I looked at them and realized that they could not see or understand what I was doing. I looked up at my creator at the moment and silenced that single moment, the torches lit and the monstrous spiders were moved, toward the wall with the other one scrambling to escape. Their mortal minds could not comprehend my form, nor what was happening, and so as the second ticked again and I dressed normally with my wand out waved again toward the direction of the fleeing spider, with his companions burned around him, their brains filled in the gaps.

You do it all the time, things out of the corner of your eye, you assume you know what is there, but you do not. I used that to my advantage, and let their minds correct the flashes of light with where it ended up. It all was corrected to fast, they filled in the blanks. My creator would not have liked that solution. There would be an argument that the experience would prepare them, or the death would have changed something, but that isn't true. I changed it. I did it. I was a guardian with purpose and finally, in this role, I have completed something I was designed to do.

It was reckless maybe and required changing the very fabric of reality itself, but I knew the spiders were done. Why had it come here to the dungeons into the what appeared to be a trashed and discarded old room, why would they nest, and why did the last run toward the large forest? Whatever excuses my father would give, I knew that it was not the last time I would see them at all.

someone awful.
Sep 7, 2007



Seth Mercer, the Wyrm



If you ask me, Voldemort didn't have it all wrong. No, don't look at me like that -- he was completely off-base with the blood purity nonsense, and murder is never justified, but listen. I read all about him, I know everything there is to know... and in my humble opinion? There is only power, and those too weak to seek it. How is that a controversial statement? The thing that Voldemort didn't understand -- or refused to let himself see -- was that love is just another form of power. Why bother with using the Imperius on everyone you've crossed when you can simply avoid crossing people to begin with? Obtain their loyalty, and wield it, and you will have no finer tool: it can be the finest needle or the sharpest sword; you need only know who to call on and when.

I don't blame him for not seeing the obvious. He was only mortal; only a poor, sad half-blood full to bursting with self-resentment and ambition beyond his reach.

Take my father. He started small, working as a foreign liaison for Gringott's, but even this was a position of respect. Respect leads to allegiances; with his newfound connections across the sea, he was able to set up his own business. You may have heard of it -- Mercer's Miscellany, the import shop on Knockturn Alley? Purveyor of fine wizarding curiosities and handicrafts from every corner of the map?

All right, I'll grant you that it's no cultish army willing to lay their lives down for some lost cause, but that wasn't what he was going for. His father, my grandfather, made him start his work from scratch, create his fortune from the ground up. And he did. He's a tidy little hoard now, with more Galleons than a man could hope to spend, a small museum's worth of supposedly lost artefacts, and allies -- I mean, friends -- to call on for any need he may possibly lack. What more can a being want out of life?

I'm going to be expected to do similar once I've graduated: to forge my own empire, to find my own way. Such, unfortunately, is my birthright. The most important lesson I've learned from watching my father is that empires -- and hoards -- are built on the backs of others, whether they willingly bow or need to be brought to their knees.

But let's put that all aside for now, yes? Sit down, sit down; I've the kettle on -- do you fancy a bit of tea? Can I make you more comfortable somehow? You'll learn there are perks to serving m- I mean, being my friend. Let's have a chat, shall we?


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Seth Mercer, the Wyrm (Slytherin)
(a sinister name, a coiling name, a royal name)
Sharp; greedy eyes
In his blood

Wand: Acacia and Grim hair; 9⅔in; rigid but not inflexible

Hot -1, Cold 2, Volatile -1, Dark 1

Wyrm Moves

Bargaining Ceremony
Drinking tea, sharing a cigarette, playing chess, or sitting back to back are all ceremonies.

When negotiating a bargain during a ceremony, both of you can offer Strings as part of that bargain. This can include Strings you have on others, or new Strings that you generate on yourselves. When you're both satisfied, the exchange occurs.

The Bait
You have a collection of beautiful things – magical oddities and relics. When you show it to someone, they inevitably find something they fancy. They will mark experience when it becomes theirs and is no longer yours. Also, choose one:
~ they see something someone else would like, and when you show that someone the something, carry one forward against them,
~ the time has flown by and it's hours later than you thought.

Jealous Coils
When anyone gets close to someone you covet and you act territorial, roll with dark. On a 10 up, both: they lose a String on your coveted, and you gain a String on your coveted. • On a 7-9, gain a String on your coveted, and your coveted chooses:
~ they give you a Condition,
~ you say something you'll regret.


Sex Move

When you have sex with someone, read them this: "Choose at least one thing from this list, and for each that you choose, describe something I learn about you from our intimacy:
~ Give me a String on you, and take something from my collection.
~ Give me a String on you, and take a String on me as well.
~ Give me a String on you, and I'll promise you anything you'd like.
~ Give me a String on you, and then give me a Condition."


Darkest Self

You've become too heady, too lax, too vague. You need to dominate one of the people-things that you treasure, let it know that it's yours, that it doesn't get to choose who owns it – you do. You escape your Darkest Self when your treasured thing proves that you don't own it entirely, or when you see the difference between objects and people.


Backstory

Judge each other PC as either “treasure” or “merely currency.”

If they're treasure, describe the moment they caught your eye, and give them a String.

If they're merely currency, take a String on them. Read them this: "Describe something off-putting that I said to you."

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Tell me about one of your classes.
The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher dislikes me, and I don't begrudge her for it. Professor Sherazi is her name, and I find her fascinating -- she was born in Africa, and they have a very different view of magic in her home culture. She so often gets caught up in anecdotes about her peoples' history and traditions that I occasionally forget I'm not in History of Magic, but honestly? I prefer it this way. Our History class is so Euro-centric and dull, mostly covering territory I already know full well. Also she's actually fought quite a few of the creatures she's making us study about, in the wild, and what's not to respect about that? She's an excellent teacher.

But they say the Defense position is cursed, don't they? And true, this is her first year at it...


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Tell me about a secret you've discovered at Hogwarts.
Whoever built this damned building had a sick sense of humor. You've heard of the Room of Requirement, right? Who hasn't? As it turns out, she has a twin most devious. It starts off innocent enough, looking like the door to your destination, even when you open it -- if it's a classroom it'll seem to have your teachers inside, or if it's a bathroom it'll have toilets. But cross the threshhold and WHAM! The door smacks closed behind you, knocking you on your arse if you're not careful -- the illusion vanishes, and you're trapped in a weird sort of closet! And then you have to spend your time puzzling out how to convince the door to open back up, and the trick's different every time. I don't know who's having a laugh with this whole setup, but I've quite a few choice words for the bastards if I ever find out. Maybe I can get Father to eat them.

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Tell me about another student that's significant to you for good or ill.
Ramona Bucket. The most ordinary twerp of a Hufflepuff.

I'm not one to insult people lightly; nearly every person has value, if only as a pawn. But Ramona? Eghhh. She somehow embodies every milquetoast, generic, obnoxious trait a stereotypical Hufflepuff could possibly have. (There's a joke that she's a reincarnation of Helga herself. I shudder to think.) For some reason, she's decided she likes me (as a friend, she was quick to state. Repeatedly.), so for every class I share with her she tries to sit next to me, partner up with me for pairs work, et cetera.She has the most obnoxious laugh and I rarely escape these things unscathed; I can make it out with only a headache if I'm lucky. Her favorite subject is Muggle Studies, which I've long held is a completely worthless and outright insulting waste of a class, and she's a half-blood besides so I don't understand what she gets out of it.

Why won't she realize that I detest her? Is she that thick? I'm quite keen to make connections outside of my house, but... why her?

someone awful. fucked around with this message at Jun 28, 2015 around 20:44

GodFish
Oct 10, 2012

We're your first, last, and only line of defense. We live in secret. We exist in shadow.

And we dress in black.


Rauri posted:

Cana H. Lobos von Volfenfeld, The Werewolf
What aspect of Quidditch was Harry bad at that you've actually mastered? When did that come in handy during a match? What's your "style", basically? What's the most irritating bit of Quidditch advice to get from other people?

Skills hmm... Well the obvious one is not having people trying to kill me every game. That is, not any more than the usual for Quidditch, so only the opposing team, rather that teachers, monsters, house elves and teammates. But that's not a very serious answer. The real thing would be, well, the best words to describe it would be match awareness. That's also why I was picked for team captain, that and my exceptional leadership and personal skills in general. To be a good seeker, you need to, at the very least, focus on:
-the score, how far ahead/behind is your team doing, should you even try to catch the snitch now;
-the comparative nature between the two team's chasers and keepers, will your team get more points the longer the match goes on or less if you end it then, this is doubly important because not only does that effect the teams standing in the interhouse league, it also effects how many house points you get to add to the total;
-the snitch, where is it on the field, can you get to it in time if you start for it;
-the entire field, to look for signs of the snitch;
-every person on the team, to see if any of them have seen the snitch and try to let you know with team secret signals;
-the seeker, where are they on the field, have they caught the snitch, and you have to be close enough that if they find it first you can catch them up without relying on a much faster broom;
-the bludgers, are they going towards you, are they likely to head towards the opposing seeker, or either teams beaters, are they between you and the snitch;
-both teams beaters, will they be sending the bludgers towards the other team, the other seeker, covering fire for the snitch, or towards you, is your teams in position to block the bludgers if the other team sends them at you during a snitch hunt;
-the position of the sun and weather, mainly to do with glare, wind resistance, wind speed boost, lightning strikes.

Aside from that are a bunch of flight related skills like outracing people, knowing when to foul, dodging bludgers/fouls, etc. Out of the list, from the stories of Potter's days, he was really only good at spotting the snitch, and the flight related skills in general. The number of times he wins because the other teams seeker was worse (at spotting the snitch) or they simply weren't fast enough, one match the other teams seeker was halfway across the pitch from him cashing after the snitch and he still won simply because his broom was so much faster! No skill there! But its well known that multiple times he completely forgot to actively seek, instead just watching the game play because he couldn't properly split his attention. A lot of players have this problem really, and one of the most important skills for a Captain is to help them develop that awareness, though most other players don't have to focus on quite so much, except the beaters, probably, who have more.

Naturally, a specific example of using all of those is rather difficult to provide, and just one would be rather pointless, but I have a good moment that rather exemplifies the idea I'm talking about. It was a match against Ravenclaw, in my 5th year, and they were ahead 60 points to 20, so it was anyones game. Now, the other teams seeker was getting close to me, right as I noticed one of the bludgers heading for one of their beaters, the other was off on a mishit towards the edge of the field. Now, what to do in that moment? Most people would probably just keep looking for the snitch, but that would be wrong. What I did, was pretended I saw it below me, and headed off that way. Since the other seeker was below me, they had the head start when they mimics me, but hadn't seen it yet (because it wasn't there). The beater hit the bludger right towards me, like they obviously would, and since I didn't need to worry about chasing the seeker down to the snitch, I flipped the broom over the speeding ball, bringing the tail end of the broom down onto it as it passed, sending it rocketing downwards, smacking right into the seeker's back, knocking them off their broom and out of the match. From there, I ran interference on the other chasers, until our team was well ahead and then I caught the snitch, giving us a huge pile of house points and an easy win in the house league.

As for the most irritating advice, the biggest is probably people going, "maybe you should try taking Quidditch less seriously." Idiots. Maybe they should try being less serious about having a broomstick up their rear end! But seriously, most advice is pretty worthless from people who don't actively play the sport, and the worst is when they come up after a match and go 'blah blah should have done this back then blah blah' either they're totally wrong, or it didn't occur to me then and its obvious in retrospect! I don't think I've ever actually heard useful criticism from someone who wasn't on the team after a game. Oh, except when Benjamin (Benji) Lloyd (Hufflepuff, our year) told me I should have rammed my broom into Courtney Macdonald's (Slytherin, our year) face after a match in my fourth year, he sure was right about that. She's insufferable, and there was a time I'd done a sloth grip roll to avoid a bludger and if I had 'accidentally' lost control of the broom I could have wobbled it just right to have done it.


Rauri posted:

Cana H. Lobos von Volfenfeld, The Werewolf
Roaming the grounds so much for night, supposedly "chasing guys"... tell me about a time that's lead to snogging? And another time it nearly got someone killed? Is there anyone you wish you could tell about your condition?

Well, I make sure to "get spotted" leaving the dorms with someone once in awhile, so people assume thats what I'm doing when they don't see me heading out. That isn't to say its just for the alibi though, I quite enjoy these little trips out. You want a specific example, my you do have a filthy inquisitive mind, don't you? Well I suppose I'll indulge you, I've told you this much already. Max Davies, one of the beaters on our quidditch team, incidentally, and well, I'm pretty sure he's been 'beating' it to me after practice for a few months now from the way he looks at me. So I decided to take him up, invited him for a midnight stroll one night. He is rather good looking, and the quidditch has given him such a fine set of muscles... Witches and Wizards put so much work into magic, hardly anyone bothers to develop their body, which is a real shape, a good toned body is... mmmm... In any case, I was planning on showing him some of the sights outside the castle, the moonlight and stars on the lake maybe, or the tree that looks like a couple going at it, but before we'd gotten halfway to the entrance hall, the caretaker was onto us, and we ended up running through several secret passages, until we ended up on the far end of the school in an empty classroom, flustered but hot sweaty and excited from the chase.


The other time, ugh. Again, it isn't the only one, but these are a lot rarer, thankfully. I feel extra bad about this one, because I wasn't actually... full wolf... But sometimes, even when I'm just transformed as an animagus, the werewolf blood comes through, and I get a bit.... wild... Foolish anyway, a bit like being drunk. Stuff just seems like a good idea at the time.

So I was out on an adventure in the woods, I was chasing down an elk I think, when we burst out of the trees into the grounds proper again, the elk leaping right over the heads of two students busy snogging. They both leaped up yelling in fright at the sight of the elk running away and the large wolf growling with some blood from the elk dripping from its jaws. The elk had gotten away, and I wanted to have a bit of fun still, plus they were both 5th years, so tiny, so I let out this long, thick, rich howl, layered with dread and hunger. They lost it, running like crazy! I chased one of them, the girl (Sandy, Hufflepuff), all the way back to the castle gates, nipping at her heels if she ever slacked off, then let out a howl when she got in, and went back towards where the guy had been. I figured he wouldn't be too far away, hiding to let me head back to the woods so he could get into the school as well, but when he panicked, he'd gone into the forest!

I sat around for a little while, waiting for him to show up, but after 20 minutes or so I got worried, and followed his scent in. He kept going deeper and deeper into the forest, until I eventually found him, trapped with one leg stuck under a fallen tree, with a giant (I had to look up what it was later) Blast-Ended Skrewt leaning over it- apparently a pair survived the Triwizard tournament years ago, and escaped into the forest and bred there. Luckily they appear to kill each other at least as fast as they breed, so they've never overrun the place. Well, I couldn't reveal myself as a human with Dylan (Ravenclaw) around, so that left off magic, so I did the next best thing, crawled under the skrewt and bit its underside hard enough that it backed off for a moment in shock, then shoved my side against the tree, managing to lift it just enough for him to pull his leg free. I grabbed his robe in my jaw, flung him onto my back and ran back towards the school, half carrying half dragging him until we'd put some distance between us, and I ran off into the woods again, leaving him to walk back the rest of the way.

Since then he's started investigating magical dog creatures that might live in the woods, trying to figure out either who/what put him in danger or who/what saved him, I don't know which. Part of me wants to tell him it was me, but I know that'd be a bad idea, especially if he holds a grudge for getting him caught like that in the first place.

Now, Lessy might be my best friend, but I've got a few close friends in the house, and plenty of friends scattered around all of the houses, I'm a people person, what can I say. I might get unpopular at times, like after leading my team to a crushing victory in Quidditch, but thats the cost of victory, and they all come around in the end. Usually. After Lessy though, my next best friend is probably Jack Oliver (Slytherin, 7th year). I think we'd met a few times before coming to school, but I didn't really get to know him until here. The house tensions are still pretty high, but not so bad as they used to be, apparently. And Jack isn't a bad Slytherin, none of that muggle hate, he isn't even pureblood. He is ambitious as hell though, he wants to become Minister for Magic, and I think he could do it, he's got a real head on his shoulders, and a good strategic brain as well (though not as good as mine), he's Captain of the Slytherin team, though he plays Keeper. I'll never live it down if he beats us though, he'll be rubbing that in for ages, just like I will if I win. Most of our communication is usually in the form of giving each other friendly poo poo. Good guy, pretty hot too, though I'm fairly certain he's not interested in girls, never seen him look at me the way most people do.

Shogeton
Apr 26, 2007

"Little by little the old world crumbled, and not once did the king imagine that some of the pieces might fall on him"

Lee Gibson, the Unicorn



loving hell, this posh outfit chafes like a nutter. Heard the old headmaster was a bit bent. No wonder everyone's wearing dresses and waving their wood about, right? Hey, I don't mean anything by it. Heard he played a big part dealing with those Death Eaters and all, so he's in my starting 11 among wizards if you get me. And you don't. It's football, mate, football. Go Lions. Ah, never mind, mate. Never mind.

Yeah, I suppose I'm not the usual posh here, right? Yeah, I'm mudblood, well spotted. South-East London. Raised by my mom. My dad.... eh... that's.... Look, this is a secret, right?

My mom got marired young to a solcier who went to Iraq. They'd just gotten married before he took off. Some months later, there were a pair of weird guys, posh accents that started loving in the neihgbourhood. Had weird skull tattoos. Things started going to poo poo then. People offing themselves. Then, I heard from my mother, she got taken by these shitheads. Then, some old woman came in and started delivering a beatdown. She cast some spell and there was this blue unicorn that was shielding her.

Then, one of them waved his wand at her. The witch sent the unicorn to shield her from the spell, but his mate... well... he killed her. The blue unicorn was still protecting mother though, so they couldn't touch her. And they ran. They weren't seen again. Mom said the unicorn just looked confused at the dead witch, then came to her and.... well, vanished. Wasn't much later before other folks came. Not police. Wizards I guess. They were nice about it, but mostly asked her all kind of things. Then they cast a spell that made her forget.

Except it didn't take. Maybe they hosed up their spell, maybe it had something to do with the blue unicorn. But the memories came back. And that wasn't the only thing. Mom was preggers. Of me. Which was hosed up, since she hadn't slept around. Of course, nobody believed her, and he divorced her. Mom's stories got her put on meds. And well, that's where I grew up.

I had to take care of myself pretty early. Social worker sometimes came by to give my mom some help too. I guess that's where I learned how important it is to take care of each other. Look, when you don't have much, you gotta take care of each other. People that are crying, or scared, or just feeling down. I can't stand it. I gotta go and try to help them. Sometimes that means that I need to stand up to bullies. So I try. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. I was seen as 'a bit weird, but a good bloke' I had friends.

And then there was the letter. I didn't want to go, honestly, but my mom asked me. She just wants to know she isn't a nutter, and maybe clear her name on the sleeping around business. So, I went to Hogwarts. Apparently, as 'Victim of Violence against Muggles' my mom and I are getting some extra money from the Ministery of Magic, so they're paying my tuition, and making sure my mom's taken care of. Still, that's not that much money, I was going to take the cheapest of wands when the family of the witch who saved me, Gertrude Silverlace, sent me a message. Apparently the wand didn't accept any new owners, and divination said I should be the one. And eh, yeah, it works for me. Oak, unyielding, unicorn hair core, that's how they said it was.

It's been weird getitng to get used to Hogwarts. I keep feeling it's trying to change me, to try to make me a nice, posh wizard. Get a job in one of their wizarding world. But I just want to learn magic so I can go back to South East London and protect my mom and friends there. Lots of ways, it's not so different from home. Sometimes people still pick on eachother, and I need to defend them. Cost Gryffindor some points there getting into some toss-ups.

Also, I try to never get angry, never to be violent except in defense of someone else, but there's some folks who piss me off. You know, one of the wizards that attacked my mom? Their family is still around. The current head, Daliah Sableheart is all apologies this, and deplorable that. Nice Pureblood family and their head of family apologizing to a mudblood. Everyone was real impressed Except she doesn't just wanna apologize. She figures my mom didn't sleep around, but her cousin might have forced himself on my mom. So me being a wizard, they figure I'm of their blood. And, you know, apparently, with their family being a lot of Death Eaters, there's not that many of them that aren't off rotting Azkaban, and the current head of the family would love to pin me on their family tree. She hasn't outright come out and said it, but there's always gifts coming my way, books about their family history, questions about whether my mother needs something. And that alone's not enough. She's got a daughter herself, Analia. Gryffndor like me. She's always trying to look out for me. Like we're family or something.

The woman is beyond reproach apparently. Risked her life defying the rest of her family to oppose the Death Eaters and that Voldemort guy. And her daughter, in fairness, is just a bit posh, but not a bad sort. So it's probably not fair I'm so loving angry at her. But I still am. It's unfair to them, innit?

Anyway, I've mostly been paying close attention to Defense Against the Dark Arts. Yeah, not really a big surprise, is it? They're telling me one day I might become an Auroch, but I just want to protect my home. I mean, that Gertrude Silverlace was an Auroch, but so were the guys that came afterwards and just tried to wipe her memories away. And for all they've done, they haven't caught the two that attacked my mom. Anyway, it's there I learned that the blue unicorn thing was a Patronus, and I've been keeping a sharp eye out for that.

And a secret I discovered? Well, there's a little gathering of Muggleborn students getting together in a certain room that nobody really pays attention to where we just.... discuss muggle stuff. We argue about football there, sing the latest pop-hits, talk about the movies we're gonna see on vacation and laugh about how clueless the 'Gandalfs' are. I try to make sure it doesn't get to angry or mean spirited, but sometimes things can get a bit loving heated when some posh wizard puts one of us down. Some of 'em want to see if we can smuggle some laptop or something into Hogwarts so we can watch some movies too.

Oh yeah. I got a familiar too. It's not an owl. It's a white pigeon. Which is good, so that it can hang around my home more without people taking notice. It's a sweet bird, might not be always the cleverest, but it wouldn't hurt a fly.



quote:

Name:Lee Gibson
Skin: The Unicorn
Origin: Survivor
House: Gryffindor
Look: birthmark, stoic eyes
People Should Never: Bully, make someone cry, think themselves better than others, snitch, leave their mates in a lurch, hurt a woman/girl.

Stats:
Hot: +1
Cold: -1
Volatile: +2
Dark: -1
Integrity: 0

Moves:
o With Integrity
You judge your own actions harshly,
holding yourself to a high moral
standard. You have a fifth stat to reflect
this, which starts at zero and can climb
to 3. Gain a point of Integrity when
- you take the moral high ground
about an issue that matters,
- you follow through on something
important that you say you'll do.

You can gain up to 1 Integrity per
scene. When a move calls for you to
roll with integrity, erase 1 Integrity
after you roll

o A Good Person
Spend an Integrity to offer someone an
experience point to do what you say.
If they undertake to do that thing, and
you directed them towards making
a third party happier at no one's
expense, mark experience

o Speak From The Heart
When you have someone else's best
interests at heart, add 2 to your rolls to
manipulate an NPC.

o Take the Blow
When you leap into the way and take
the blow instead of someone else, roll
with Volatile. On a 10 up, you take the
harm instead of them, but reduce it by
1. • On a 7-9, you take the harm instead
of them

Sex Move:
You have three intimacy moves:
When you lay your head in a virgin's lap,
gain a point of Integrity and choose:
- give them 1 forward to protecting you,
- roll to turn them on.

When you kiss a non-virgin, take 1 harm.

When you have sex, lose all your Integrity

Darkest Self:
This is it. Everything falls apart, and
you can't hold it together anymore. It's
not because everything is too much
to bear – just that you aren't good
enough. So beg their forgiveness,
everyone you've wronged by being too
weak to help; and show them how
sorry you are, in whatever small ways
you can muster before the final curtain
falls. Don't seek their acceptance.
You don't deserve it. You escape your
Darkest Self when someone reflects to
you a glimmer of your own self worth.

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Gato
Feb 1, 2012



Rauri posted:

First Questions
Octavia Rookwood, the Heir
Which of the New Marauders are you most worried about, and which has you looking over your shoulder the least? Are there any you're still close to, or has your group all but drifted apart?

Worried in what sense? If you mean which one's the most dangerous, it's definitely Arion. The guy is a sociopath, plain and simple, not that the wizarding world understands the concept of personality disorders. I should have taken him to task years ago, but I had this stupid crush on him back in third year, and then he had this thing with Fiona for ages, and he was always really funny and... poo poo. You see what I mean? He has this way of making people apologise for him. But without him, we might still be working as a team. I know him, I won't delude myself into thinking that was unintentional.

The least dangerous person right now is probably Giselle. I hate having to make these calculations, but I can't see her attacking anyone. She's been seen snogging two different people in this first week alone, which is fast even by her standards. I guess she's found her way of coping. That's not to say she couldn't be a risk - that girl is inventive with her hexes - but right now, at least, I think she's just looking for comfort. I hope she's ok.

The only one of them I still talk to is Edwin. He's been in the library pretty much non-stop since we got back, looking for a way out. I've been helping him as best I can, but I'm beyond hopeless at Arithmancy. The guy was a nerd and a workaholic before he started hanging out with us - we used to joke that we'd saved him from himself. Now, it looks like he's gone back to his old habits, which can't be healthy... but it might be our best hope. So I bring him coffee and drag him outside when I can.

As for the others... Fiona's a wreck who runs away whenever I see her. Yuko's also been bunkering down with books, but she won't talk to any of us. Ben's disappeared completely. We were all meant to have met up this summer at Giselle's place in the south of France, but her parents grounded her. So that was it, I guess. Goodbye to the New Marauders. Nothing lasts forever, I always said as much, but I wish it hadn't ended like this.

quote:

Since the incident, what's the worst thing a classmate has said to you? A Professor? Is there anyone that's treated you with new found sympathy? Could you use them against to protect yourself from the New Marauders?

Like I said, there's been all sorts of how-are-the-mighty-fallen gloating and bitching, and I can take that. People's memories are pretty short, after all, especially now the House Cup's been reset. The thing is, though, the school never came out and said that we weren't doing Dark Magic. I got a painful reminder of that on my third day back. At breakfast, I got a Howler. The favoured tool of pure-blood helicopter parents. But this one... it got to me, I'll admit it. It's difficult hearing that you're a disgrace to the wizarding world, that there's blood on your hands, that if you don't have the decency to turn yourself into Azkaban you should just kill yourself rather than wasting the Aurors' time... all of it screamed at you by a ridiculous talking envelope. It wasn't signed, but I found out who sent it a few days later - Emily Lazar, this sweet, mousey little Hufflepuff. I think she's got some kind of family trauma from the war. That's the worst part - knowing there's people out there who think you're a would-be Death Eater, and there's nothing you can do to convince them otherwise.

As for the staff, nothing's especially different. I was on half-a-dozen poo poo lists before, and there's only so many ways to say 'I'm watching you, so no funny business" and so on. They probably know more about the real story than the students do. The only one who's given me real trouble is Professor Windermere, who actually took me aside before the first lesson this year and told me she didn't want me in her Transfiguration class. That stung, and not just because it was one of my best subjects. I had to take it to my Head of House, who I think had to take it to the Headmistress to get Windermere to back down. Even then, I probably only got in because I had an 'Outstanding' at OWL. Now she just ignores me in her lessons, which doesn't exactly make them easy, but I can live with that.

There's one person who seems to have warmed to me since the summer, and that's Harry Pemberton. Quiet guy, Ravenclaw, bit of a loner. He was the only person who asked if I was okay after the Howler. He got in trouble when some magic blew up in his face in second year (I think) so I guess he's been in the same boat. Or as close to the same boat as you can get. It was actually a bit awkward at the time, since he didn't really know what to say once I'd told him I was fine - I don't think he gets much practice speaking to people. But I've been talking to him a bit more since, and he's good company. Sharp, though - he hasn't pried about the incident, but he's asked why I'm not speaking to the Marauders anymore a couple of times. I mean, I don't know him that well, and I'm still weighing up what to tell him about the whole thing. If I told him, if he didn't think I was crazy, if he doesn't decide it's more trouble than he's worth... I don't know. Just having another pair of eyes around the school would be drat helpful. If it came to violence, I'd like to think I'd tell him to stay out of it. But I don't know what he'd do... or what I'd let him do, if he were to do something... you see where this is going? I still don't quite believe I'm making these... calculations. But the others will be doing the same. That's what I'm telling myself.

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Ferrosol
Nov 8, 2010

Notorious J.A.M


Rauri posted:

First Questions

Zachary Bainbridge, The Serpentine
What request have your parents made that you're considering? Is it the worst thing they've ever asked you to do? If not, what was? When was the last time you did as they bid, and what reward did they manage to send you?

There's a girl. Amelia Craggy a Slytherin Ambitious as hell and a real pain in the rear end, She's uncovered one of our families darkest secrets. the one where we're all a bunch of unlicensed animagi I got a message from my dad telling me about this. He wants me to kill her. But I don't think I can. I mean I don't want to spend the rest of my days in Askaban with only dementors for company But actually killing someone... I guess Dad is right I am too soft. I mean I suppose he's right that people like that are inferior to us and all it's just.... that kind of thing is wrong isn't it? So yeah I can't think of anything worse dad would have me do.
I mean the last job was freaky enough but at least they didn't want me to kill someone. It was supposed to be a simple delivery pick up a package from someone at the leaky cauldron and leave under a certain tree in the Hogwarts ground. Only I had to get nosy didn't I? I opened the package. Imagine my surprise when I opened the package and found a vial of unicorn blood. No Potions may be far from my best subject but I know unicorn blood when I see it. What did I do? exactly what I was told to. I put it under the tree and walked away. I learnt a long time not to ask questions you don't really want to know the answer too. Questions like Where it came from? Who it was for? Why did my Dad have it in the first place? Still it must have gotten to its intended recipient because not long after I got a letter from Dad filled with grudging praise that I didn't manage to screw up a simple chore. He even sent me a gift a new invisibility cloak! I should be happy but knowing that a unicorn got hurt to get me it is kind of a downer. It makes me feel kind of dirty now every time I wear it.


Rauri posted:


What's your favorite part of being at Hogwarts? Are there any extracurricular clubs or groups you're in? What's something you'd change about the Hufflepuff common room, if it was up to you?


Favourite part, The people. All of them so many different people with so many different opinions and so many different stories. I could talk to a different person every day and go a whole year without repeating myself and some of them are absolutely fascinating. Take Angela Birkham she spent a year as an exchange student at Beauxbatons and the stories she tells about those european wizards are hilarious. Do you know they actually eat chocolate snails? and all the teachers have to be addressed by their full names there? But I digress extracurricular activities. Well I tried out for the quidditch team but well the less said about that the better. However I have found my sport of choice. Wizard Chess I've been Hufflepuff house champion the last three years and last year I was runner up in the house cup to some clever 7th Year from Ravenclaw. Maybe this could be my year for the trophy. That'd really show my family I'm good at something that I'm not just some loser and a disappointment. What do I dislike the most about the Hufflepuff common room? there's no privacy everyone can see everything that's going on. So when Helena Dodworth screwed up her inivisiblity spell and caused her clothes to vanish the whole dorm could see. I've never seen anyone turn that colour of red before and truth be told I still don't understand why she was that embarrassed. So yeah I'd set up some walls or something or private nooks so students can sit and have a bit of privacy.

Capfalcon
Apr 6, 2012

No Boots on the Ground,
Puny Mortals!



Rauri posted:

First Questions

Jacob Grimes, The Mortal
Wow, that all sounds awful! Who have you met at school that actually seemed sympathetic to your views on school safety? And who just thinks you're a giant whiner? What incredibly dangerous thing happened just yesterday?

What's your favorite thing about Hogwarts? What thing does everything take for granted that could change the world? What do you think of wizarding society in general, while we're on the subject?

Dear Diary,

Ever since my mom told me I was a wizard, I've always found the rest of the wizarding world just... weird. Not because of the magic, although that was pretty hard the first year. No, it's how a whole society with the survival instinct of a lemming gets anything done! Look, I know magic can heal and stuff, but what if something goes wrong? What if someone isn't there to rebone your arm or something? And hell, I don't even think most people can do that! Maybe the first few years should have a bit more first aid and less wandwaving. There'd probably a lot shorter hospital visits... Still, if you die before someone can fix you up, then that's it. No coming back from that.

I mean, just expecting some reasonable precautions doesn't mean I'm a coward or anything. Right?

Of course not.

There's even, of all people, a Gryffindor who agrees with me! Paul gets that there's a difference between being brave and being stupid. Just last yesterday, he saved some poor third year from getting eaten by a hydra that the Care for Magical Creatures teacher left caged out on the grounds! Course, the hydra's got a few more heads now, but what else was Paul supposed to do? Anyway, after the Hydra was dealt with, Paul laid into the teacher for being so careless. It was really impressive!

Shame no one seemed to listen. A lot of the professors don't really like attitudes like ours, but the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher seems to take personal offense with them. He's a retired auror, and he's had more accidents in his class than the other teachers put together. He keeps saying, "I didn't get to be this good by playing in a padded room, boy. You have to accept that " But, I don't think he got that good by being laid up in the hospital wing every week either.

Still, I guess it's not all bad here. Seeing other kids that aren't my parent's friend's kids is nice. And given all the crazy stuff that happens here, you don't get in nearly as much trouble for normal rule-breaking like you probably would at a saner place. Back home, I'd sneak out all the time to go to concerts with some of my muggle friends, so I've gotten pretty good at sneaking around at night. Honestly, given how many teachers are patrolling the halls, it's probably safer to walk around at night than the day!

Also, I ran into into that lovely person again. Sure I haven't gotten around to asking their name yet, but I'll do it tomorrow. Yeah, tomorrow.

...Don't look at me like that. I'm really gonna do it this time!

Anyway. I gotta go. Hope I'm not writing my next entry in the hospital wing...

Till next time,
Jacob

Rauri
Jan 13, 2008



First Questions

Emily Brown, the Sasquatch
Has anyone been able to recall you for long? Does your family? If not, where do you stay during the summer months? Are you on any clubs or teams, even if they don't ever give you credit?

What aspect of your existence do you enjoy the most? What's been most inconvenient about your remarkable mundanity? How do you relax?

Seth Mercer, the Wyrm
What sort of serv friends are you looking for? What traits and characteristics make someone valuable to you, and what flaws and foibles are you willing to overlook? Is there anyone in your class that embodies these traits?

What's the most interesting artifact in your collection? Where do you store them at Hogwarts? Has anyone ever stolen from it, and what did you do to track down the thief?

Lee Gibson, the Unicorn
When did your unique upbringing and outlook let you see a solution to a problem those around you missed? When did a bully underestimate you, to their expense?

What's your favorite thing about Hogwarts? What do you find most offensive? What's the one change you'd make, if you could?

Second Questions

Margaret (Maggie, Margot) McClellan, The Fates
What signs and omens do you see that have you worried for this year? Do you think you should warn anyone? Would they believe you if you did?

What do most people think of you? What do you think of most people? Has anyone noticed the cycle of your personas?

Gwendydd Teague, The Scion
Tell me about the time you earned the most points for Slytherin. Now tell me about a time you lost quite a few. Overall, have you been a net drain or loss of points, and what does your House think of your antics?

With all the students at Hogwarts, what makes your so sure you'll be selected for the Tri-Wizard Tournament? What unique edge do you believe yourself to have over your competitors? What student would many of your classmates pick over you?

Senna Avener, The Unicorn
Tell me about a time you violated your moral code. Why did it happen? What did you do to make things right later?

What bit of magic comes extremely easy to you? Who have you tried to help with it that was having trouble? How did they repay you?

Octavia Rookwood, the Heir
What tricks were you and the other New Marauders good at that not even the professors know? What other secret were you involved in that didn't blow up in your face?

While I'm sure it's hard to relax now, what do you do to take your mind off things? Anyone you're interested in? Anyone interested in you?

Yggh'lymth (Yuno Limith), The Eldritch
What's your favorite tactic for trolling people? What's the most spectacular incident you've been involved in so far? Did you get in trouble?

What club have you joined, and do they actually like you? What's been the most amusing thing about them? Do you think they'd make a good cult?

Erhard Weiss, The Angel
What's the most trouble you've gotten into since coming to Hogwarts? Do you think the punishment you received was fair?

Of all your classmates, who's caught your interest the most? Why? Have they noticed you, or have you kept your distance?

Cana H. Lobos von Volfenfeld, The Werewolf
What's your favorite part about being an Animagus? About being a werewolf? Your least favorite?

If you had to name three goals for the year, what would they be? Do you think you'll succeed in all of them? If you had to fail one to stand a chance at the others, what would you give up?

Zachary Bainbridge, The Serpentine
What's something you've done on accident that's earned your family's praise? What's something you've done - that any other family would've been proud of - that caused them to scorn you?

What ghost seems to have taken an interest in you? What place did they show you that's come in handy? What did they say that's given you pause?

Jacob Grimes, The Mortal
What hex do you most hate getting hit by? What magical creature do you most think should be removed from the curriculum? What professor scares you most?

How has your knowledge of muggle life and society come in handy at Hogwarts? Which of your Housemates is most irritated by your talk of the real world? What dangerous prank did they play on you most recently?

SHY NUDIST GRRL
Feb 15, 2011

Communism will help more white people than anyone else. Any equal measures unfairly provide less to minority populations just because there's less of them. Democracy is truly the tyranny of the mob.


Rauri posted:

Yggh'lymth (Yuno Limith), The Eldritch
What's your favorite tactic for trolling people? What's the most spectacular incident you've been involved in so far? Did you get in trouble?

What club have you joined, and do they actually like you? What's been the most amusing thing about them? Do you think they'd make a good cult?

Trolling people? Oh! Oh right. Yes that's more Nyarlat's game. I actually met him once. No really! It would have been more exciting if I wasn't being pranked. As for my own fun as others' expense, well the over dependence on their cantrips is very exploitable. My favorite is to assist in practicing defensive charms with people. I only simulate the spells with my natural power so the specific counter spells never work. I get to hit them over and over and they look like an idiot. The whole magic thing they build up is a very exploitable system. I'm very good with systems of rules and have admirably replicated their tricks, it is a fun game to do so. But I am not bound to these rules and it can be even more fun to break them.

I thought the zoo on campus could use some spicing up for I attracted a hound of Tindalos. I was curious to see how the wizards manipulating time were avoiding them, as a bonus. A prefect, Quentin Dallas, certainly made the effort worth it. A tedious lesson was interrupted when Quentin and Quentin burst in to warn Quentin. Before anyone but me understood what was going on the hound leap out of the corner of the room and the temporal interloper. The three of them were slinging spells at it as it warped from corner to corner. It was even entering and exiting table corners. Finally one of the teachers captured it, which I have to admit is pretty impressive for a human. Now one of them is studying it to figure out what it is. I'm sure they won't figure it out, I mean how could they? It would be a pain if they found it out it was me that drew it to the school. Quentin already doesn't appreciate my grand amusement at his harrowing experience. I should offer to plaster the corners of his room if he's that scared.

I was pleased to discover there is a fashion club here! Damien, Trish, and Gabby love to design clothes more than me even. So far I have been serving as the model for their designs. Trish says I'm a great model, willing to try anything and not fussy about changing. I suppose it's not as easy for humans who aren't wearing a layer underneath the dress like I am. None of them have really taken to my fashion sense yet, though. My suggestions don't make it to the final designs. But they aren't being made exclusively for my refined unique tastes so I forgive this. It's fun to listen to them gossip while fitting me. I feel like I'm not missing out on what's going on because I'm being filled in. I don't really need to dive into each social circle, I have this one to reach out for me. I still feel included by knowing the story. Oh if they were more devoted to me that would be so wonderful. To make designs only for me and to fawn over me. Oh it's been too long. They aren't the faithful types. But I am much more material than the big imaginary friends. But as the club's model am I not already their idol? Why complicate what I already have. I'm not really sure what i could do to inspire worship anyway. It just kind of happened the first time. Maybe I'll get something from the gossip that'll give me an idea.

KittyEmpress
Dec 30, 2012

Jam Buddies


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Gwendydd Teague, The Scion
Tell me about the time you earned the most points for Slytherin. Now tell me about a time you lost quite a few. Overall, have you been a net drain or loss of points, and what does your House think of your antics?

The most points is easy - in my third year an accident happened in the fifth year care of magical creatures lecture, that lead to an entire class' worth of Fire Crabs escaping. Fire crabs, as the name implies, are crabs able to shoot fire of enough power to give severe burns only able to be healed by the strongest of magic healing. They are also a protected species, and any lasting harm done to them is considered a crime against the Ministry and nature, with high fines, or even imprisonment as punishments. This meant that not only did we have a species of creature capable of killing the younger students released into the castle's grounds, but that they had to be handled only without harming them. For anyone else, this would have been a monumental task. For me, it was simple - see, they also find heat and fire to be relaxing, but only of specific amounts - they do still burn at anything hotter than their own flame.

So how, you ask, did I manage to perfectly mimic the heat of their flames, to relax and make them docile? Why, I used their flames of course - since I first began I've always had a talent at the manipulation of flames and fire, it is in fact the closest thing to a 'signature' ability, so it was a simple task - I had Enid fly over their heads, just out of reach of their flames, then as they shot them, I cast a fire-control charm and took command over their flames, lowering the flames down over them as a blanket. In a single swoop, I solved eighteen of the thirty Fire Crabs, and the teacher who watched me do it - and told me not to try and do anything rash - was able to mimic my own solution. As such, I was given a large amount of points, for 'creativity in solving problems' 'advanced magical skills' and - this one was my favorite - 'exceeding expected knowledge for a third year'. Basically, I made all the fifth years look stupid.

Of course, I've lost some too - the largest at a single time would probably be the time last year when I challenged the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher to a duel, because he gave me a 77 on an essay I easily had aced, regarding the proper way to deal with a wizard who wishes harm to you, without hurting them. I gave an example of using a body binding charm, mixed with a jelly-brain hex, which he judged as overthinking the problem, when a simple disarming spell would suffice. A disarming charm! The idiot didn't even realize that we would even know about proper wandless magic - the only way to prevent true masters is to not only disarm their ability to move, but their ability to think - the body bind allows you the time required to cast the jelly-brain, which completely shuts down even non-verbal wandless magic.

Perhaps I was a bit too angry? Too hasty? But when he told me that I over thought the problem and that he never specified that the wizard attempting to harm me could do wandless magic... I could not stand for it! It was an idiocy, really and truly, the fact that he could try and justify his own mistakes as mine. The deduction of points didn't come from that specifically no - what it came from was my attempting the same spells during my duel with him, and accidentally losing control of the hex, due to my wands distaste for dark magic and his own spell hitting me just as I called out my hex and cast it on him. Where I went down first from a stunning spell that sent me across the room, he went down longer. Classes had to be cancelled for a week, while a specialist in curse breaking was called - as I had apparently done more than a simple hex out of instinct.

For use of a curse, delaying the teaching of other students, and losing control during a duel, I was docked points.

I still won - I was down for an hour, while it took him four days and a curse breaker to even remember his first name. Sure, it was an accident, but clearly in a real duel I would have survived and he would be dead or at least indisposed.

My antics have contributed more to us winning than losing - when points are given for the highest grades on tests, the first success at a spell, and the like? Being a natural with more drive to be better than everyone else in this school combined is a powerful thing. My house though, they don't see it the same way, they claim that I make them look bad for not helping them do as well, they think I make them look bad for when I get points aiding the muggleborn get acquainted to the school - a duty that prefects have. Not all of them are fools, but many are. Still, most respect my talents at least, even if they don't respect my beliefs or think they are even wrong.

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With all the students at Hogwarts, what makes your so sure you'll be selected for the Tri-Wizard Tournament? What unique edge do you believe yourself to have over your competitors? What student would many of your classmates pick over you?

Because I am the greatest. It is as simple at that - when it comes to magical creatures, I know all there is, when it comes to magical duels I am a master and in the top three of the entire school, in charms I have mastered the maxima shielding charm, I can read ancient runes, and I have luck on my side... I am no simple student, I am ready for it, unlike the others. I saw the last one, and since that day, since that day I've studied, I've practiced. I was entranced as I watched the last competitions - unfortunately won by the Beauxbatons Academy - like no others I suppose. I memorized everything our champion did, I memorized everything they didn't do, I remember listening in on the halls as he and his friends made plans to work together and figure out hints.

That is my unique edge - it isn't in the power I have, it isn't in my mastery of magic or runes, it isn't from my luck, it's my dedication. This contest is mine because I've made it mine, it has been my goal for years, it has been the largest focus I've had. Some might call it an obsession, but I will win it, no matter. So that is my edge, that is what makes me know that I will be chosen.

But who do my peers think will be chosen? That drat Gryffindor from year 7, Alex Westley, oh sure he's the current captain and Keeper of their Quidditch - a stupid sport, I will note - team, but what does that do to make him qualified? The fact that he can tell the seeker to chase a little ball? That he can knock a ball away from a little hoop? That he can keep his eyes open for a few hours at most, and pay attention to where balls the size of my head are? All he has about him that makes him at all qualified is that he isn't afraid of danger - I remember watching last year when he chose to take a bludger to his face, rather than let the quaffle make it through the hoop. Honestly, that's just more proof of how stupid that sport is.

What, you think I would like Quidditch, just because it's a hugely popular thing? Why? All that Quidditch and team sports in general allow is others to drag you down. The art of dueling is perfect because it is an art where one person's strengths are displayed against another's, where the only one who can make you lose is yourself. Qudditch you have to hope the Seeker can catch the Snitch, and hope your Keeper can protect your hoop, and hope the beaters keep the bludger from giving you a concussion or worse, and hope the chasers get the quaffle to the opponent's hoop. It is a sport where even if you are the single best player to ever play, you can lose and look bad because of idiots on your team.


Also, who came up with the idea of flying around hundreds of feet off the ground, while balls of iron aim for people's heads, without any net or safety device besides the referee's descent slowing spells?

Jenner
Jun 5, 2011
Lowtax banned me because he thought I was trolling by acting really stupid. I wasn't acting.


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Second Questions
Senna Avener, The Unicorn
Tell me about a time you violated your moral code. Why did it happen? What did you do to make things right later?

What happens when someone asks you for your honest opinion but you don't wanna hurt their feelings? I always feel squeamish as I try to search for the good things to mention. To technically be telling them the truth, just not the whole truth and not my full opinion. It's difficult because I want to be a good friend and this is part of being a good friend but it isn't. Like when it was Father's turn to cook and the noodles were too firm and he asked me, I told him it gave dinner an interesting texture.

Then he asked me if I liked it and... I had to do it. I had to lie. He'd worked hard on it and Dad told him it was fine. They call them white lies, but that doesn't make them good. Even if you spare someone's feelings it's still a lie! But I lied, I told him I liked it. It wasn’t bad! I didn't dislike it! But I didn’t like it... I lied, I'm the worst. It made Father happy though! So, it was good right?

Sigh, I just try to avoid those situations because there's no doing right by it. It is what it is and i don't like it, being put in positions where I have to lie or be telling technical truths. It feels uncomfortable. It's deceitful. It's quite distressing how much more "necessary" it's becoming as I get older...

But it's not just lying, I'm not perfect. I feel like all of life is just a process of becoming the best you you can be. My code of ethics are in place largely because I need them or break them myself. They're not meant to be easy! They're a struggle and they should be. These are things I need to improve about myself. I've heard it said that, "The world is a mirror" that it reflects what you show it. So I have to be that example of aspiring goodness that I want to see reflected back to me in everyone I meet.

I've never cheated, never needed to, never done drugs, or bullied. I accidentally misgender people sometimes but i always apologize and correct myself and stand up for them. And, I already mentioned the time I lashed out in anger (I'm still ashamed of that!) But stealing? Well... I've never stolen something not mine but I haven stolen something of someone else's back..

Chaucer Umstead a Gryffindor pureblood stole Yvette Farris's dress robes because she chose to go to the ball with a boy who wasn't him. I tried to reason with him and I even tried talking to the adults but as the date of the Ball rolled closer and nothing was being done I had Brittany sneak me into the Gryffindor common room and I stole it back.

A few repairing charms and a good wash and it was as good as new. Yvette had the best day ever that day. She even hugged me! And Chaucer? Well, I left him an apology letter and had one dance with him at the ball. It was awkward but it was the best I could do. Even now I'm still not sure if what I did was right. I've never felt so conflicted. Both guilty and satisfied at the same time.

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What bit of magic comes extremely easy to you? Who have you tried to help with it that was having trouble? How did they repay you?

I've mentioned this before but I don't like how good at fighting I am. Hexing, counter-hexing, disarming, attacking. I don't like it, violence should be avoided, it should always be the last resort. But Beverly Tully cast a clumsiness jinx on Anthony Webber and I was able to counter hex it and get him back on his feet again. So, I guess it's not all that bad. Focus on the positives, right? He tried to give me his dessert that evening and I convinced him to share it then made sure he had most of it.

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LifeGetsWorser
Oct 23, 2010

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Margaret (Maggie, Margot) McClellan, The Fates
What signs and omens do you see that have you worried for this year? Do you think you should warn anyone? Would they believe you if you did?

What do most people think of you? What do you think of most people? Has anyone noticed the cycle of your personas?


At dawn, one door opens, three shut.
The cup is filled, it bleeds from the cracks.
The eagle's flight is tethered by great sorrow.
A base kindness gives way to passionate mockery.
A hall, bright and blemished, an echo of tomorrow's joy,
A dim preview of yesterday's sadness and today's culpability

With the advent of noon a window opens.
No one can hear the crow's sad, mournful cry.
The key to the lock is buried in the darkest heart.
All succor is given to the beast, but none is received.
The light of the sun reveals stains that can't be washed.
The one who knocks will be the same as the one answering.

Only screams herald the coming of night.
Some are born of a sweeter, impure ecstasy.
But yet more are new children of scarlet passions,
Gaping, gasping for breath that is now quite beyond them.
All those who watch will stand in awe of his mad masterpiece.
And he will title it plainly: "The Badger that has Devoured the Serpent."


I can only tell what I see. And I see one verse per pair of eyes I have. Morning, noon, and night. Who would listen, even if I could say it more plainly than that? You ask me for the fortunes of an entire year - as I said before these things are oblique and murky so far in advance. I can't give you your winning lottery numbers so easily, my friend.

You see, it is stuff like this that makes it hard to relate to most people - everyone's looking to be made secure in their futures. Anyone who has ever gotten wise to the idea that I can see thinks that I can give them a hint - but even if I could say something clearly for you, would you really listen? In my experience, you wouldn't. No one ever does. They claim to, almost universally, they claim to. But everyone thinks that they can outsmart destiny when it's revealed to them, even couched in crummy poetry like that. Everyone thinks that, but no one ever does. Destiny comes for you just as surely as it would without any sort of warning. I mean, don't mistake me - I have to see, and sometimes, I have to speak. But something big? Like that? I can't tell anybody anything useful, so what's the point in it?

Most people, when you tell them you're a Seer, they think you're a good luck charm. An alarm system. But, really, I'm just the messenger. The narrator. A Seer is really only there to bear witness. But that's not how people see it.

I'm sure someone's noticed something, but it's, well, subtle. Physically there isn't a lot that changes - I guess the way I carry myself, some of the way I speak, that sort of thing. And obviously the name preference, and I guess that can be a giveaway if you know you're supposed to be looking for it. Come to think of it there's one classmate in Defense Against the Dark Arts, a girl by the name of Althea Deline, very perceptive, pretty blue-green eyes. She has a wonderful singing voice and she probably could have had a career of it if she wasn't, well, a witch. But I think she catches the change in the timbre of my voice when I have to shift. And maybe my posture. Anyway, she's started getting the name right by observing me for a couple seconds, depending. I wonder if I'm not being subtle enough or if she has something going on that's helping her get it right. She's not in Divination, anyway, so it can't be any sort of oracular ability, or if it is, it isn't the kind that lends itself to soothsaying. Nevertheless, I haven't, really, approached her or anything, about it. This part I've always kept to myself. It's always been my secret. Is that something I really want to share? I don't know.

I think Tempus wants me to tell her. Or well, maybe, anyway. He might just think I should have more people over. Probably just so they'll pet him, anyway.

Axe-man
Apr 16, 2005

The product of hundreds of hours of scientific investigation and research.

The perfect meatball.


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Second Questions

Erhard Weiss, The Angel
What's the most trouble you've gotten into since coming to Hogwarts? Do you think the punishment you received was fair?

I figured it would be obvious what someone like me would get in trouble for, staying out late since I don't sleep. It is a valid concern for the mortals that I am surrounded by, though they wield but a fragment of the universe, they still fall victim to mortal desires and needs. As time goes on, I find myself following suit in more and more dire ways, when I landed, eating for an example was but a show. A play for the people around me so they did not notice my body not desiring the wants and needs of water and food. However, now I feel the same hunger and desire for food and water as the others.

This is mostly my body adapting to this form the way the creator intended, another humbling effect for one that has be so devoted that the very essence devotion was written to my very nature. I bore the weight of their very footsteps without complaint and one question to an order and they decided that I have not bowed enough? As in heaven so on earth, it took a few weeks for a teacher to find me, the very erratic Potions teacher Professor Aconitum Bohr. The world seemed to cast a hex on his life, his face was half burned from some unnamed accident long ago.

Staring at the scar was the best way to get on his temperamental side, many have found themselves cleaning the dungeons without wands for such a trivial curiosity. Myself, I found the punishment more humiliating, it was a task beneath me, but also filled with intrigue and in the end excitement. Punishment was to be with the groundskeeper Faetidus Rex a wild man who seemed to share many of the responsibilities of both janitor and animal caretaker and my job was to find fertilizer for one of the herbology classes special plants. It was not only dealing with excrement but finding the right type, and not something I looked forward too.

I found myself the foul smelling man as we stalked into the forest looking for it, his wand held out looking for any sign of danger, and my eyes on the ground looking for a different type of soiling my creator felt I should go through. I sneered slightly as I deftly maneuvered around the feces that he was looking at with his wand. They seemed to be for a large creature, but I had to admit that there was no other time than that moment that I wished I was in heaven again and unexposed to the dangerous of digestion.

"Looks like Hebridean Black went through here. Rare to find them this south, I wonder why." Faetidus spoke as he turned his head toward me and rolled his eyes at my apparent squeamishness.

"A dragon? I would think the school would have defenses-" I tried to interject looking up and seeing a shimmering globe that was Hogwarts. Mortals and their believe that other spectrum of light would stop anything other than other mortals from seeing it.

"It does you daft fool, we aren't on school grounds anymore. I need something-" He picked up a large section in his gloved hand and I visibly cringed, "-Fresher." He said as he moved deeper into the forest shaking his hand of the dragon scat.

"I haven't trained to fight anything against something like a dragon-" I said honestly, they were touched by something I had no experience.

There is a gap in my vision and knowledge, though I have experienced the universe as a whole, magic exists by stepping outside of that plan and attempting to change something. Sometimes the effect is massive and terrifying, but there are repercussions, creatures that could be best called ungodly, are outside of my sight. They were created by existence of magic itself, and though they are rarer now, I would suspect that is more due to the decreased amount of every day magic that people expect and perform. Though my head was swimming with ideas and knowledge of magic the creatures were like nothing I had experienced.

It was thrilling to not know what was coming or see it coming until it was upon me.

We crept into the woods and there was a moment were the animals and the peace almost took a hold of my senses, the foreboding slipping away as time went on and nothing was there to provoke the sense of terror my guide tried to instill. His wand still held high, we entered a clearing to what I considered the older woods. Stuff of primordial legend that mortals had long since conquered. It was like encountering a living dinosaur.

"Now, I smell something, we are close-" He spoke as there was a rustle from one side of the clearing, as the Hebridean Black came into view with pure black scales its tail swishing back and forth. I froze as I saw it come into focus, it was majestic and I couldn't imagine anything more... stunning.

"You fool, Flee! We are in its territory!" My companion shouted as the dragon closed on both of us, raising its wings and preparing to unleash the very fires of hell upon our persons.

We would have been hurt had it not been for the other black objects in the night that descended upon the dragon. Faetidus cast lumos from his wand to see the scales of the dragon were not completely scales but really giant spiders working to get their fangs through its armor plated hide. The poor dragon twisted and turned blasting fire everywhere, igniting the trees around the clearing itself. The dim light allowed us to see the stream of them, hissing and leaping on the dragon, its wings had been covered in a thick white thread. Faetidus started firing spells at the spiders that came our way, but most focused on the singular task.

Grabbing his sack he had enough presence of mind to grab the fertilizer that we needed, while my own wand worked hard at holding off the rows of spiders. I was exhausted, each blast draining a bit of my concentration and barely holding ground against the swarm of them. Faetidus for a moment understood me more than I did myself. He grabbed my shoulder and looked me in the eye saying something I will never forget, "Son, let her go. You can't save her."

We emerged from the Forbidden Forest and hour later covered in dirty, and worse. Both of us exhausted, and simply nodded to each other, as I made my way to my house common room.

On the way there, I looked down at my bare unmarked hands and wondered, if I could have saved her, and I knew I could have. I could have saved the dragon, and slain it, or anything in-between. Reality was play thing if I wanted it to be, all possibilities were open to me.

So why didn't I save her?

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Of all your classmates, who's caught your interest the most? Why? Have they noticed you, or have you kept your distance?

I should have kept my distance.

There was no way us being close could have been good for each other. I was a fallen protector, not a lover, that was for others who tended the flock. I was the one that fought the lions from the lambs, and bent before the almighty as their greatest and loyal servant. She was a mortal. She was very much so a mortal, but what a mortal she was! Words, I could understand, the universe I could understand, but not love.

Maybe it was my mortal form finally chipping away the steel that was implanted in my heart by my creator, but I felt love. I tried to keep my distance and that was easy, we were not in the same year. Still there was an electric spark between us as we glanced each other in the halls and across the room. A Griffyndor, she wore her colors in ways I had never suspected was possible. She had an aura about her, an brightness that could not be explained by the light around her. It was all from her and I felt that only I could see.

Margherita Luti was her sweet name, her dark features in contrast to what I saw in her. It might be the quality of her soul or perhaps something more base and more mortal. I could not tell, and I did not care. I first met her on the way to class one day as she was leading a group of first years around. They seemed to be trembling at the strange sights and expectations upon them. She managed with a few swift calming words to let them know she was there for them in a way, and in my eyes give them a bit of her life and energy. It was breathtaking the charity that was given without notice.

I introduced myself, but the words failed me, and my sight simply made her feel like I was standing in the presence of the sun, but I did not look away either.

"Hallo, Wie g-" I started, and realized that the language was wrong, "Sorry, I am new here. My name is Erhard." I said with fumbling words and she laughed, though it did not seem derogatory at that moment, instead it was more at my apparent flustered nature. That simple introduction was the start of much pain and hardship on my end.

We talked from time to time, though I will admit that I planned the occurrences, and they started getting more frequent in nature and I learned more and more about her. It was in that time that I truly and knowing felt love, and could not stand the anguish and time apart. She was in the seventh year and studying to be a Magizoologist. Though I admit that my natural curiosity with the creatures of the magical world quickly aided in us coming closer, there was a natural reaction between us that seemed to have no stopping.

Those days together were special, and we got as close as my lie would allow. It was a lie, in the end and that started to hurt me so, would she know what I was. I would never grow old, I would only age as I desired, and I would never die. Here was someone I held in my hands that could never know that I was no more human than her animals. Would I be her exhibit? Questions and doubts frittered through my mind unerringly and unceasingly.

I wanted it to last forever and the first kiss enlightened my very being, as she was overcome with her own love for me.

It was later that same moment, she looked me in the eyes with her own hazel eyes as she looked down and away. "We can't. No, we shouldn't." She said without any prompting from me she continued as I felt a tearing screaming pain in my chest. "I'm going away, and I will be gone for years. I can't do this." She looked down at the ground and fumbled about her buttons.

"What do you mean, I can wait for you, or I can go with you." I said in earnest, and pressed her, "Time is not-" She looked away from me now, "No you don't understand. This is my life, and you, you just haven't figured out yours. You talk of nothing but what things are, but not what you will be." The empty secluded spot in the grass partially secluded by the large trees that attempted to take hold but were most likely pushed back by the groundskeeper.

"I am too old to wait for you to find that out." She stood up and left tears in her eyes. I reached to to her and nothing happened, I wanted to take her hand, but instead my hand was stretched forward uselessly. It was then I took a misstep that my heart desired more than my mind and soul. My eyes glowed again, and my form started to change as my hand held forward light spilling out from it, burning the trees like a microwave. The ground cracked and compressed on the sheer weight of my power, as I tried to make her come back. Make my heart complete and fulfilled again.

The trees warped and twisted as the very fabric of reality was bent and twisted without mercy. My fist brighter than any sun as I tried to twist the reality to what I wanted, to what I needed. Great white wings burning with fire, sprouted from my back as all my effort and strength was focused on a single point in existence. Still she walked away and did not look back, unaware of the impossible might focused on her very thoughts and heart. As she walked out of view the flame died down to nothing, the trees around me almost melted from the intense heat, but still nothing happened.

With a terrible crash of lightning across the sky and the dark rain clouds unleashed their water upon me. I looked up my wings limp at my sides as I went to my knees. Though most it was a normal summer storm this was more furious and biting to my limp form as mud started to splatter my clothes and face as the heavy rain bit against my skin. "Now you intervene! Now, to give me pain then twist the knife!" I screamed at the very clouds themselves, knowing that no answer would ever come. The creator did not see fit to do more than punish his tool, and that was why she could not love me.

I was but a instrument of destruction and pain there was no humanity in me. My own tears mixed with the rain.

Rather Watch Them
Mar 28, 2012

Don't worry loves! NEED A CAVALRY HERE!


Rauri posted:

Valerie Easton, The Queen
I can't imagine a group like yours doesn't have its share of enemies. What's the worst thing you've ever done as a group against one of them? When did one of your enemies put one on over on you? Is there any professor you suspect of being sympathetic to you?

When I first began the campaign, nobody seemed to understand that we're standing for the greater good, in spite of our continued insistence. For the first year my offers for protection and peace had gone unanswered, or rejected with incredible spite. For one horrible March students distributed flyers of my face with the words "Death Witch Wannabe," which only ceased when I was taken to the headmaster to explain my stance. Now the most frequent reaction is a silent scowl, which I suppose is an improvement. It wasn't until Erin talked to me after Charms one afternoon that I found a partner. The other two just gathered to me naturally.

Martin had it the worst. He was briefly removed from the quidditch team after an awful verbal lashing. He retaliated with a beater's bat, which went as well as one might expect. After his stint in detention, we all fell under watch by prefects and professors alike. We tried to be civil, we really did, but with our special treatment came the onslaught, spurred by a Ravenclaw prefect, Jacqueline Belladova. She monitored us constantly, both in and out of the dormitories, waiting for the slightest error to send me to detention. I remember her walking two paces behind me with a watch to make sure if I was late to my class she was the one to catch me. "No Horseplay, no secret meetings, no hooky," she'd sing at my head. Shameful.

I heard from the others that they had received similar punishment. One among us was going to crack under that sort of pressure.

It was Gilly who fired the first shot, though not at her "pursuer." She passed by us (myself and Jackie) in the hall and suddenly shot an rear end-Head Hex at her. While it was slightly amusing to hear Jacqueline's baffled braying as fur sprouted on her face, she soon retaliated with a series of violent charms that completely subdued both Gilly and myself. So it was that the four Horsemen were sent to detention in the Charms classroom, under the supervision of Professor Franklin Meliora. He's handsome for a thirty-something, as I'm sure any other student could tell you. I don't see it.

The first thing he asked is why we would try to incur the next generation of Death Eaters and I told him quite frankly that that was the exact opposite of our intentions, as I am often forced to do in these situations.

"I know," he said. Not only did he completely understand, but he was a friend of my mother's when they were both students at Hogwarts. He told us we were safe in his classroom whenever we needed council. When our time was done (and he gave Erin a hug, seeing as he's her favorite teacher), he asked me to stay and showed me to his office.

"It's odd," he began, "The young are so determined to oppose their elders that they somehow fall right in line. Wearing improper dress code, spreading slang, even the occasional student-made dark magic. Then when they grow old enough to have power, the world embraces their culture with open arms. They become comfortable, accepting, and before they know it, they look in the glass and see their mother or father looking back at them." Then he reached into his desk and removed a very skull-like mask. "Your mother lost this during the battle. Why don't you hold onto it?"

I think I understood what he was implying: the "unpopular" is destined to be "popular" and vice versa. It's a cycle, like all things. One day my unpopular view is going to be the main view, and the disbelievers will be in the minority. I will be responsible for more and more people until eventually everyone will be able to see it my way. What a wonderful world such would be.

I keep my mother's mask in the trunk by my bed. It fits perfectly, though obviously there's no way I'd ever wear it outside of the dorms.

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What talents and knowledge do you and your group possess due to your backgrounds that your classmates lack? Have you ever put them to use? Why or or not?

Let's start with Martin. He's very strong and agile, sure, but did you know he used to design and solve labyrinths? His mother bought him a great number of maze books as a kid, ranging from straightforward to beautifully complex. He's spent a number of days in the library studying Charmed Tents and the like. Not only can he craft grandiose webs of corridors, he can plot a route through any room with ample time to study. He almost made Seeker because of it, but his temper kept him from focusing on the snitch.
Why, I recall one night he told me Gilly was lost on the third floor after curfew and he tracked her down and led her out in ten minutes flat without being seen by anyone. By my observation, he could have made it in five, but I suppose he had to console her or what have you.
He's also an excellent Care of Magical Creatures student. That hasn't come up in our "adventures," but it's worth noting.

Now Erin. She may be a terrific charm- and jinx-caster and she can surely gob your ear off, but she's also an adept potioneer. She knows where to find even the most obscure components. She learned most of them from her mother, the "practicing" Death Eater. Very volatile stuff, what she knows, but it works wonders.
And you remember when I mentioned the domino masks? She hand-crafts them, sometimes for fun, other times as a commission for students. She makes every mask fit every face because she has a healthy supply of Polyjuice Potion components. That also came in handy when James Catther volunteered his hair to us. See, James is a close friend of Durian Smythe (remember him?), and we considered it a perfect opportunity to prank him with a game of Vile Vials. Erin, as James, told him that one of the six vials we prepared for him was actually a vomit-inducing concoction and played to see who would lose.
What we didn't tell him was that they were all disgusting. When Durian bravely volunteered to go first he was ill for two straight hours.

Gilly is something special. She's constantly out past curfew sneaking around the castle grounds, she knows obscure hexes, and her attitude toward other students is deplorable. She says her father taught her to grift and steal at a young age, but apparently she also knows how to break into the Ravenclaw dormitories and leer over my bed like a cat with a dead mouse in her mouth. She'd give any sensible person the willies.
There's also her knowledge of the Shadow Corridors, a system of hidden magical passages Death Eaters used to flee if left without magic. A few of them lead directly to L—lair of Voldemort, his meeting place. She never used those, but others kept her safe when she was living on the streets. Almost all of the Corridors in and out of Hogwarts were severed by Dumbledore and the other professors, which is unfortunate.
...This part's just between you and me, okay?
She knows how to make Dark Marks, or at least something like them. She showed it to me so I could give it to the other Horsemen, since I'm their leader. When I touch my wand to the spot on my sternum, the other three can feel a chill on theirs as it turns from light pink to black, and they can send signals to me in the same way. It's a neat little tool we have.

As for me, I'm the most educated in wizarding history and the most well-spoken of the group. My father taught me everything about wizardry before I ever learned the history of Muggle England. A lot of people don't remember the First Wizarding War, or what led up to it. Just the fact that the second one happened and we "won." Forget about the countless deaths on both sides of the conflict as long as Harry Potter gets to be the hero in everyone's parchment scribbles.
I suppose I can also intimidate people with my demeanor. I'm a very blunt person, and my pallour scares the more "mainstream" students. I was the first person to ride a broom, not because I was first in line but because nobody wanted to mount their broomstick for fear of what I might do when prompted by their usurpation.
It's only natural that I'm the one in charge. I'm simply the most qualified.

Rather Watch Them fucked around with this message at Jun 30, 2015 around 06:23

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Rauri posted:

Second Questions
Octavia Rookwood, the Heir
What tricks were you and the other New Marauders good at that not even the professors know? What other secret were you involved in that didn't blow up in your face?

Ha, where should I start? Here's a neat one. Back in fourth year, Yuko's parents were giving her a pretty miserable time, she wasn't getting much sleep, and she kept turning up to classes late. Of course, the professors didn't care that her 'poor attendance' was a symptom, not the problem. So we came up with a way to buy her some time while she sorted her life out. Giselle found this old pocket watch, and she charmed it so that if you set the time on it, any other clock in the vicinity would change the time to match. It only lasted for a couple of minutes, but it saved Yuko plenty of detentions. More along the same lines? Everyone knows those paired quills you get where if you write with one, the other one writes too. The school got wise to those a couple of years ago, and they're pretty good at spotting them now. If they haven't been upgraded, of course. I got my hands on a pair and worked out how to transfer the charm onto an ordinary pen, though I managed to burn the sleeves off my robes in the process. Next I took the other half of the pair, and after a lot of fiddling around with Colour-Change Charms and stuff like that, I nicked a Demiguise hair from Potions and managed to get the quill to write in invisible ink. Result: the perfect way to pass notes undetected. I wouldn't have passed History of Magic without it. And it was great for delayed-action graffiti as well, since the quill wasn't picky about what it was writing on.

Oh yeah, and there was Wizard Crack as well. Our finest hour. You know Foretti's Fruity Cigarillos? The ones every wizard kid (apparently) tries once then gives up because the flavour's so weak they just taste of ash and nothing? Well, Ben worked out a way to boost the flavour up to seriously intense levels. I remember I stopped in the middle of a sentence and had to close my eyes the first time I tried one. It was amazing. Seriously impressive magic, as well - we always said Ben was born to work for Weasley's, though he still wants to be an Auror. Wanted. Anyway. The best part was that he also enchanted them so that you wouldn't get the effect if you didn't say 'Hell yes' before you put it in your mouth. It started out as a way to mess with Yuko, since she takes herself so seriously, but it came in pretty handy when my old nemesis Philippa Crawley tried to shop us for - I'm not even sure what rule we would have been breaking, to be honest. We just handed Professor Duggan one when he came to get us, and watched him get a lungful of nothing more than the wizarding world's shittiest fruit flavour. Fantastic.

Of course, we dropped those when we got our hands on the real thing, so to speak. We were on one of our night-time excursions, our third attempt at the labyrinth off the third floor corridor where they hid the Philosopher's Stone back in the 90s. We weren't looking for anything in particular, which is always the best way to find something interesting. This time, the something turned out to be a storeroom with a whole bunch of old school photos and a very well-stocked drinks cabinet. We figured it must have been moved there from some professor's office during the war and forgotten. We didn't go crazy - we're not that stupid. Weren't. Anyway. We just put covered up the photos and put a Concealment Charm on the door, and kept it as our secret. Some carefully chosen samples made trips to Hogsmeade a lot better, and you'd better believe we celebrated the end of OWLs in style.

I'd love to say we never boasted about this stuff, but, you know. We were only human, though we managed to avoid incriminating ourselves too often. Sure, it pissed people off. You've seen the Daily Prophet article, of course. But it's pretty telling that the worst word they could come up with for us was 'troublemakers'. We weren't bullies, or massively dickish, although I'm sure we were smug as hell. Can you blame us? We'd escaped the endless rat race of homework and tests and approved reading and House points and and all the rest... What you've got to understand is, the Hogwarts system is bullshit. I'm not just saying this in a too-cool-for-school way, I really mean it. It's a system that pits people against each other and makes everyone miserable at the expense of a lucky, successful few. We saw it for what it was, and said 'screw it' to curfews and seeing everyone in other houses as enemies and only practicing the same dozen spells. Of course, it figures that it was our own stupid egos that ruined it.

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While I'm sure it's hard to relax now, what do you do to take your mind off things? Anyone you're interested in? Anyone interested in you?

Yeah, it's hard. It gets pretty depressing, thinking about before. All that stuff I just told you, I've been trying to keep buried. I'm not one of those people who needs to be talking to someone else at all times, and I got pretty used to my own company before I came to Hogwarts, so... yeah. I read - I brought a stack of terrible Muggle sci-fi novels with me from home. I used to be able to handle fantasy, but it's harder now I've run into some old magic of my own. I work - it takes up a lot more time than it used to, without people to borrow the answers from. When I can't stand my room any more I go and find Edwin, or Harry, or I just go down to the edge of the Forest, or the lake. It's peaceful out there, and the numbers don't follow me out into the wild. Usually. I saw 4674 written on a bit of flotsam the other day. Written by merpeople, I don't doubt.

And no, I'm not interested in anyone. It's not really that different to before. I sort of swore off that sort of thing. I told you I had a stupid crush on Arion back in the day, right? Well, Edwin had fallen pretty hard for me back then. It got pretty ugly between them. The Marauders nearly fell apart before we were even a thing. It ended with me standing up in front of them all, denying that I had any interest in either of them, and making them shake hands and promise to forget about it. And, well, that was it. They were almost family by the end, and I didn't really give a drat about anyone else, so... yeah. Besides, I know I'd make a pretty crap girlfriend right now.

Edwin thinks Harry fancies me. He might be right. I mean, I'm not suspicious of his sympathy or anything, but it's possible Harry was just too intimidated by the others before to say anything to me. And he did try to hug me the other day, just randomly, and it was pretty awkward. On the other hand, I've always wondered if Edwin still carries a torch for me. Anything he says about Harry might be projection, or jealousy. It would explain why he trusts me to keep an eye on him and help him with work. He's said he'd take my side against any of the others, if it comes to that. I really don't want to find out if he meant it.. He should be worrying about himself, not me. I know where this sort of thing will lead, for Edwin or Harry or anyone - it ends with someone getting hurt. I don't - I can't let that happen.

e: fixed number. this is important

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