An active, character-driven Hogwarts experience set in the early 2000s. Unique items, plots, and features. Non-canon; this isn't Harry Potter's story, it's ours.
Post by Ryan Barrow on Jul 31, 2019 1:11:52 GMT 10
Ryan hummed in consideration. 'It's a, like...gorilla-shaped werewolf?' He squinted. No, probably not that exactly but it's the first thing that came to mind. He couldn't picture it right. Gorilla sort of body, then wolf ears maybe? Would it have hands or paws?
With a gasp, Ryan dove into his bag in search of a notebook and pencil. He stuck the end of the pencil in his mouth while he imagined what Gerald described. In a hurry, he sketched the human-wolf part first then adjusted the chest to be more gorilla-like - with lots of revisions until he finally had something that made more sense.
'Like this?' Ryan showed it to Gerald. The final result looked exactly how Gerald explained it, though he hoped it was close enough to the real thing. 'Here, you can have it,' he added.
Gerald probably didn't want it, but Ryan preferred to only keep his best animal drawing and that one was too weird for him. But if it was from a comic Gerald really liked, but didn't have, then maybe the drawing was good enough? It was a nice thing to do for his friend, Ryan supposed. He didn't really care to keep it either way, but didn't say that.
As lunch progressed, more staff entered the hall. Hagrid among them, and he was delighted to accept Hanna's offered cupcake. He ate it in one bite, beaming at her kindness and assuring others nearby that it was delicious. Though some tried to be subtle, it would be clear to Hanna that they glanced at her robes before deciding to accept the cupcakes or not - most opted for not, either politely or giving the girl a stern word to return to her meal.
Then the heads of houses entered through the main doors together. Professor McGonagall reached the head table first and gave Hanna's offering a stern look, then sat to sit by Rickard without taking the risk. Sprout and Rivera were too caught in conversation to notice (something about overgrown vines and squashed ice-bulbs).
Professor Snape gave Hanna a long and calculating look as he slowly sat in his seat. He stared at the cupcake in front of him for a long moment, then leaned to give a not-so-subtle sniff. It seemed safe enough, and he fixed Hanna with a warning glance, then noticed others weren't so keen on the offer either. With a sigh, he speared the cupcake with his fork and sniffed the minuscule bite once more before tasting it. His reaction was entirely unreadable.
'It is my understanding that, surely, you have far more important things you ought to be doing? Go on.' Professor Snape gave Hanna a dismissive wave. She should be sitting with her house not bothering them at the head table during a meal.
The fact he wasn't poisoned still didn't manage to convince others to take the risk - not when considering the prank against Slytherin happened the night before, and then a Slytherin just happened to come bearing cupcakes? No, it was far too suspicious for their liking. Hagrid was happy to eat any abandoned cupcakes though.
When a Professor coughed during her second bite, it only confirmed some of their cautions - no matter how many times she squeaked it just went down the wrong pipe. Madam Pomfrey ate one though, still in conversation with Rickard (and now McGonagall) as if there was nothing at all amiss about the timing of a Slytherin student placing a homemade cupcake in front of her. At least that time Hanna actually got a sign of gratitude.
Elara entered the hall a few minutes after Avery had taken her seat, brown gaze first going to scan the Slytherin table for the girl she'd met in the tower and then moving to sweep the rest of the room for any sign of Hanna- understanding that she hadn't really had the opportunity to talk to her best friend about what had happened in Defence Against the Dark Arts that morning.
She noticed the other fourth year up at the head table, apparently offering the professors... Cupcakes? Odd... Even for Hanna, but the kindness in the gesture made Elara smile none-the-less. Then more out of habit than anything else, she looked towards the Hufflepuff table, gaze locking upon her usual seat and she noticed a cupcake sitting innocently upon the table. It looked to be one of Hanna's and if it was on the Hufflepuff table then she assumed it was meant for her.
Crossing over to the table, she scooped the cupcake up into her hand, a triumphant grin upon her face as se made a mental note to thank her friend when she joined her at the slytherin table. Speaking of- she turned her back on the Hufflepuff table and crossed over to Slytherin's, ignoring any stares or whispers that she attracted as she took a seat opposite Avery and offered her a smile.
"Hey, my friend made cupcakes... Do you want half?" she asked, gesturing to the cupcake as she placed it on the table in front of her before reaching for a sandwich from a nearby plate.
Post by Grace Babineaux on Jul 31, 2019 5:24:29 GMT 10
Even though she should have been used to it by now, the Great Hall was always intriguing to Grace. She liked the food, and sometimes she would even have a conversation. She remembered the Dares list on the wall in her common room and was suddenly inspired. Maybe this way she could show off her bravery! She looked at all the lunch options. Noting the combinations of food, she thought of the list, partially memorized up to the 20th dare. 19. Consume an entire gross food combination.
But could I? I mean, what counts as gross for me might not count as gross for others. On the other hand...might as well try.
"Check this out," Grace muttered quietly to a fellow Gryffindor, or whoever was listening in from other tables. "Y'know those dares? I'm gonna try one. How gross does a pickle-pumpkin pasty sandwich dunked in milk sound?"
It certainly felt gross enough for Grace. She took a bite of her monstrous creation quickly before she could change her mind. She gagged a little, since she wasn't a fan of most things dunked in milk, let alone pickle-pumpkin pasty sandwich. She choked it down, piece by piece, trying to hold her own.
Surely they'll think I fit in now? she thought. She might not be involved in much yet, but she wanted people to like her, at least.
Post by Amara Seabrook on Jul 31, 2019 23:39:24 GMT 10
Amara roughly shoved a pair of second years out of her way, not even paying attention to what non-Slytherin house they were from. She remained without her robes, and was finally starting to understand why Lucas made such a habit of not wearing them. She spotted him at their house table and made towards him, then narrowed her eyes towards the head table.
What the bloody heck was that fourth year girl doing? Amara was stunned when Professor Snape accepted a cupcake, but maybe she was seeing things. With a sigh lacking her usual ire, Amara continued her approach to the table. She grabbed an apple along the way and pocketed it.
'A hufflepuff?' Amara snapped, slamming her hands on the table in front of the girl in deliberate attempt to startle her. 'For your sake, I hope you were invited or else I've got a nice little banishing curse I've been meaning to try out.' Her voice was rough but quieter, though no less threatening than if she'd shouted it. She used her intimidation to get close to the girl's face, glaring at her in warning.
But her energy still wasn't in it today. She with an angry huff, she turned and headed back up the table. Grabbing a green apple from a bowl, she sat across from Lucas. Amara took a bite and ignored the younger years completely. She didn't even want to be there right now, but might need her strength for the Defence lesson she had to endure afterwards. With Hathmore, of all people. She resisted a shudder, knowing many eyes were warily on her. She had to keep up appearances.
Amara glanced at Lucas, considering attempting a conversation. She rested her cheek on one hand and sighed. It was too much effort. She'd just eat her apple and prepare for class. It was about all she could focus on right now. If anyone decided to do the stupid thing of interrupting her or earning her attention, well the dangerous outcomes of that would be their own damn fault.
Post by Jacob Thatcher on Aug 1, 2019 0:03:54 GMT 10
Pickle-pumpkin pasty sandwich dunked in milk?
Jacob turned towards whoever said that, alarmed that such a sentence existed. He moved closer along the table, both horrified and impressed as she actually put it all together. Jacob covered his own mouth, but didn't dare speak or interrupt.
'Wow!' Jacob couldn't stay quiet any longer. She'd done - she'd actually eaten that...Ew. 'That was bloody brilliant. Insane, but brilliant. C'mon, where's her applause?' He gestured and encouraged others around them, while clapping loudly in recognition of her boldness.
'I'm Jacob,' he added. 'I'd had no idea there was such a daring Gryffindor among us! What's your name. First year, right? You're off to a great start, for sure. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise - I've done many pranks in my years, but blimey...That was so disgustingly entertaining.' Jacob laughed, feeling his spirits lift a bit.
Yeah, those dares were certainly the way out of this horrid mood he'd been enduring since that morning. Too bad he had class next, ugh. He snatched an untainted pumpkin pastry and devoured it.
Killed by Devin Kudosen by act of the Killing Curse. June #24, RPG year 1 -- he was a 5th year Gryffindor. Jacob died to save his best friend, Luckett Langford.
Hanna's smile slowly fell from her face as she watched as each teacher either ate or turned down her cupcake offering. Her once happy mood turning sour as she looked down at her robes, were Slytherins really that bad that even the teachers didn't trust us.
She shook her head before smiling at Professor Snape and Hagrid then turning to leave. She understood that they'd be suspicious, especially after last night, but they had seen that the cupcakes were fine so why'd they still look down on them?. With a sigh she placed the remaining cupcakes in front of Lucas, a 5th year Slytherin she hadn't ever had the chance to speak too.
"Feel free to have one, or not, I don't really care anymore"
Hanna's eyes moved from the cupcakes and up the rest of the Slytherin table, spotting Elara next to Avery' a slight smile pulling at her lips before falling again as she watch Amara threaten her friend. Glaring at the older Slytherin as she sped up her pace before stopping behind Elara.
"She's with me"
Hanna crossed her arms and held her head up in hopes of being intimidating, she knew Amara would beat her in a fight if she decided to start one but by the looks of it she wasn't really up for it. The younger Slytherin girl watched as Amara walked away and over to Lucas before moving again, deciding to take the shorter route and step over the table before taking the seat across from her friend
"Hey..."
She whispered with a small smile before reaching out to grab something to eat.
Post by Lucas Mardling on Aug 1, 2019 1:00:44 GMT 10
Lucas had already finished his lunch, just casually eavesdropping on others or watching students interact. He raised his hands in a surrender pose, keeping them off the table as a younger year just randomly placed some cupcakes in front of him. Lucas opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. What the heck...?
'Hello,' he said to Amara, less wary of her company than he was used to in the past. He stared at the cupcakes again and considered offering her one, but had no idea if they were actually safe to eat. They looked delicious though. He could probably sell them, though knew better than to do that where the girl could see him.
'Uh, why?' Lucas asked her, indicating to her gift. 'And also, who?' He gestured vaguely to her, utterly confused about the entire event. He made sure to look appreciative though, as he was sure there was a way to use these cupcakes to his advantage. There was a Ravenclaw he'd made a deal with who needed to conceal a potion in something. Yes, that could work. He'd have to find some unsuspecting younger year to test them out with first, just to make sure they weren't poisoned.
He glanced at Amara, finally resting his arms back on the table. It wasn't as if the cupcakes were going to explode on him, for Merlin's sake. Probably.
'Rough day?' Lucas kept his tone light, but also he had no interest in starting a conversation. He felt compelled to let Amara know he saw her, though. He recognised she wasn't herself yet made no attempt to push her or test those dangerous grounds. He still couldn't decide if her being alone was better or worst for his chances of survival.
He nodded, since Ryan's description suited it really well. "Um, you're good at drawing"
Gerald then began to stammer, surprised Ryan wanted to give him the picture. "Oh, You, You, You can keep the Picture, Ryan." He said quickly, putting his hands up defensively.
Pausing, and closing his eyes for a bit, he counted to ten before opening again, hoping he's calmed down enough to stop his stammer. "Do you draw much?"
Post by Grace Babineaux on Aug 1, 2019 1:04:24 GMT 10
Grace thought she would turn as red as her house colors. This older student was actually proud of her, how neat was that? The applause made it better, and she could feel a small grin coming over her face, if only she could get the pickle-pumpkin taste out of her mouth.
"Thank you," she said humbly, quickly tasting a bite of the roast ham in front of her so she could get rid of the taste. Ham was a good palette cleanser, she thought. And with all the people looking at her, she really didn't want to be making the gross out face.
"I'm Grace Babineaux." she said, "Yeah, first year." she continued to eat the ham, though she was already a little full from the gross sandwich she'd eaten. At least she had done her homework before this time, otherwise she wouldn't want to.
Grace had gotten a thrill from the dare. She wondered if the other ones would be so easy. At least the dare wasn't to eat one every day!
Food vanished from the tables, to the complaint of several teenagers who weren't quite finish. The staff table had mostly emptied of Professors already, as many had classes to teach. Professor Hathmore was the first out the door, notable by the strangely disapproving look shot his way by Headmaster Rickard.
The first through to fourth years gathered bags and started heading out, as they had a homework session to get to. If they were lucky, they hadn't left everything to the last minute and would be stuck in the homework hall for too long.
Post by Amara Seabrook on Aug 2, 2019 19:22:34 GMT 10
Amara glanced at Lucas and grunted a reply to his question. She was in no mood to talk about it, but appreciated his interest. She warily eyed the cupcakes, then glanced at the girl who'd delivered them - sitting with that Hufflepuff. It was all very odd, but Amara had no energy left to care. So what if people got poisoned? It would be their own fault for eating treats of unknown origin or intention.
She finished her lunch shortly before the meal ended. She sighed, knowing there was no avoiding Professor Hathmore any longer. 'See you in class?' Amara attempted to be polite, giving Lucas a civil glance. She then eyed his amazing hair, mind drifting back to the dare she wanted to use as an excuse. There'd be time for that later.
Without another word or glare, Amara rose from her seat and marched out of the Great Hall. She'd have to take a detour to get her stuff from the Dungeons, but that was fine. Amara didn't even care about being late, if it came to that.
Post by Lucas Mardling on Aug 3, 2019 3:34:38 GMT 10
Lucas often glanced at Amara, studying her reactions and expression. She seemed different today. Not that Amara Seabrook was anything less than unpredictable most of the time, but he just got the impression something was off with her.
He remembered the conversation from the morning about everyone in Amara's dorm getting rudely woken then chased out of it. He hadn't cared much for it then, apart from being amused, but now he wondered if there was more to it than anyone had said. Did something happen? Maybe it was a bad dream? He had no idea, but his curiosity grew. It was afternoon now - whatever was going on with Amara, it lingered.
He nodded when she mentioned class. Lucas watched her leave the Great Hall, then sighed - staring at the cupcakes in front of him. It seemed most of the students were headed off now, but he knew the perfect corridors for catching younger and more gullible students in between classes. Whoever the girl was who'd given him the cupcakes and not answered his questions, Lucas almost felt as if he owed her. Not really, but he'd keep an eye out for in the future.
He had some time before class to sell off the cupcakes, so Lucas hurriedly grabbed his bag and learned to carefully balance the cupcakes. He needed to be able to move fast and fluidly to pull this off and not end up late for his afternoon lesson.
'Make way, make way!' he yelled as he headed through a group of third years. He was easily taller than all of them, so that helped. Lucas dashed around a corner, trying to decide between a sticking spell or levitation charm. He needed to rid himself of these spontaneous cupcakes - so what if that meant making money off someone else's hard work in the process?
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