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.
Amelia was off in her own world, reliving some of the memory she had had recently from potions. All those Bright Uniforms, which looked like those of the Academy. She had always wanting to go to the Academy, but she still had no idea what she even wanted to do now. Did this help her? Was this a factor for her?
The memory of ice pastry sat there too, she could even taste the sweetness and her eyes lingered towards her sister for a moment. Maybe they could re-do the braid in her hair during the summer, it had looks so beautiful on her. Why had they never attended anything else like that before? She rubbed her temples with her fingers, trying to figure out why.
The conversation with the robed wizard her father had had... Could have gone Pro? She knew her father liked Quidditch, but pro? He had always been with the ministry for as long as she knew. Why would he had given up Quidditch if he had the chance? Her eyes lingered on her sister for a moment, looking around for her other siblings as well.
Was it them? Had they been the reason? That was like a knife in her chest... She swallowed her food and glanced down at her plate. He had said he had other victories, was that in reference to his children? She recalled holding her sister's hand and rubbed her fingers together. It was such a common thing for them to do when they were together, but this just felt so different in her mind.
Did he miss it though? She played with some vegetables on her plate as she recalled the words. Did he really miss it? A lump formed in her throat as she blinked back the tears she was refusing to allow herself to cry. They had really liked her father there, she could see it and hear it in the words spoken by the others.
The memory of the fliers doing loops was one that brought a smile to her face, but she recalled that her father had mentioned they shouldn't be doing it. Maybe it was dangerous? She had seen loops done before, but obviously, he wasn't too impressed by them.
The way he had parted the crowd had been impressive to the little Amelia, but looking back on it, maybe it was just his sheer confidence in the place he was in. Could Amelia be that confident? They had sat there for the day, watching the fliers learn and as she remember the memory, she didn't understand why she was watching, but thinking back on it, she realized it was a way to spend the time with them.
Amelia let out a sigh as she returned to her food... She had a lot of questions for her father and a new found love for the game.
Post by Martha Twiggs on Nov 11, 2022 23:53:19 GMT 10
In between moments she picked at her food or read her book, Martha found her eyes drawn towards the Gryffindor table. It happened a lot, naturally, since her twin was there.
Martha's gaze settled on Amelia and she could tell immediately something was up. Call it twin intuition or whatever, but Amelia was upset about something. Martha continued to stare over and hoped her sister would look back.
She had begun chewing on her bottom lip with worry.
Studying was important, yes, but her family was her number one priority. They were a big factor in why Martha studied as hard as she did, so she could help support them in the future with a good career.
Kassia listened to Lindsey's wondering about the potion. She seemed excited. Well, hopefully she would stay that way. People had to take their happiness where they could. She still couldn't believe how vivid that memory was. She could feel the tight coils of her mother's hair, being pressed between both her parents as they kissed.
Had they really been that romantic? Kassia herself had never held any interest in romance, seeing relationships as more of a business arrangement than anything else. But the teasing, the genuine affection... Kassia knew they had married for love, to the anger of Nakeisha's parents. But it was one thing to hear Papá sigh about it after a few drinks and quite another to see it for herself.
She was thinking about it again. Stop thinking about it. Kassia snapped back to Lindsey's story and forced herself to focus on her story. Highland Games and everything. She was truly Scottish to the bone. Kassia's mother had Caribbean heritage and her father Colombian, and though Kassia acted and talked as Scottish as anyone else she somehow always felt different.
"You seem very close to your heritage and your family. How wonderful."
Kassia was unsure of what else to say, but was helpfully prevented anyway when she noticed more crumbs upon her shoulders. Not that she cared about her school robes anyway- she still planned to burn them upon graduating- but how did these crumbs keep appearing? Kassia looked at Orla the first-year and realized it was she spraying food bits in a ten-foot radius.
"Dearest Orla. I am very impressed by your determination to be the first girl to send crumbs to the moon, but please. Eat just a little more delicately, for my sake." Kassia's voice was firm, but not as cutting or sarcastic as it usually was. Orla was still just a baby, after all.
Post by Elizabeth Doren on Nov 12, 2022 12:56:38 GMT 10
Elizabeth was very much thinking about her internship when she arrived at dinner, and only partially because she had almost not made it back. She would've been quite embarrassed if she showed up late for prefect duties so late to the end of the year. She doubted she would be allowed to be prefect next year, if that was even something Professor Snape was considering.
Elizabeth, for her part, was very much considering not being a Healer, which was already a given since her parents had told her where her future would lie, but it was nice to have one option confirmed. The interaction with Mrs Levey had been fine but having to hold that potion-soaked cloth onto someone had made her deeply uncomfortable.
Seeing Charlotte made her think about the memory of her reading to her younger sister. It was different enough from how Elizabeth usually thought about her sister that it had made her consider if the potion wasn't showing actual memories. The image of her father fixing the train did make her a little bit happy. How could people be accusing him of such horrible things?
Elizabeth picked at her food, thinking more than she was eating. It was unusual behavior for her, but the past day had given her a lot to think about, and not much time to consider it.
Post by Grace Babineaux on Nov 12, 2022 13:39:15 GMT 10
Grace nodded as she listened to Saoirse talk. When Saoirse asked about Grace's plans, she smiled, "I hope that we'll see the Quidditch World Cup, but other than that there's not a lot going on. I probably will have to do a bunch of chores." Grace hadn't missed them, but it was part of going home, so she supposed she could deal with it.
"If you're not busy, do you wanna come over?" Grace said, "I mean, I know you have to meet your dad's girlfriend and everything, but it would be fun to have someone from school over." Grace scrunched her face up, "Other than my siblings, of course." She'd lived in the same room as Saoirse for the entire year. Having her over for the summer at least once seemed like a good idea.
Orla's mouth fell open for a split second, then her manners kicked in and she snapped it shut before the food came tumbling out.
Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, but Kassia hadn't been unkind. Orla nodded frantically and downed some water to try and swallow more quickly. When her mouth was clear, she smiled apologetically.
"Sorry, Kassia," she said, meekly cradling her mug of soup close to her chest. "Dinner here is just so tasty I can't help but rush!"
She felt bad about interrupting the flow of conversation, so she ducked her head and sipped quietly; with deliberate slowness, she plucked crumbs of pastry off her uniform and made a little pile of them on the dinner table.
4th years taking COMC or Divination were the first to head out, quite unsure what to expect from their unusual night class -- though some were disgruntled that they still had a class to attend, whereas the rest of the school were free.
It's curfew.
Prefects are on patrol. RPG end countdown goes up when the COMC class finishes -- the thread for which is now available.
Post by MJ Birdwhistle on Nov 12, 2022 20:59:00 GMT 10
Dinner was over just as MJ finished her pudding - which she felt was good luck. It was then she noticed a bunch of students were leaving the Great Hall en masse. They must have been the fourth years. MJ had heard the whispers about night classes and felt a small pang of jealousy.
A night class sounded fun!
She grabbed her satchel and smiled at Charlotte, "If you're ready to go, I am! Good luck studying, Ezra." MJ added with a nod.
Kassia sipped her tea as the fourth-years began to rise from their seats, their talk a mixture of annoyed moaning and excited chatter. Kassia herself was quite interested in what they would be up to, and hoped she would find out the next day. Not that it mattered, she supposed- she was thinking about taking divination the next year.
For her part, Kassia remained seated. She had no class and was not keen to begin studying immediately. She found herself wondering if there was something else she could do instead. Maybe some nighttime ingredient hunting? Besides, it felt rude to leave Orla behind right after scolding her for the mess.
The embarassment on Orla's face seemed punishment enough, so Kassia decided to go easy on her. "It's fine, dear. Any plans for tonight, Orla?"
Saoirse just stared at Grace for several uncomfortably long moments. No one had ever... invited her to their home before. And Grace did it so casually, like she was asking her to pass the butter. Once Saoirse recovered, she blinked and talked quickly to cover up her odd reaction.
"Sure!" she blurted out. "Otherwise I have to stay with my grandparents all summer and they make me learn things. I'd like to meet your siblings!"
Dinner was over, but Saoirse didn't leave yet. She did notice all the fourth-years leaving for class, however. Saoirse wished she could have taken care of magical creatures this year. It sounded like one fo the most interesting and exciting classes.
Orla picked up a wooden teaspoon and began scraping the remains of the soup from her mug, her legs swinging under the table.
"Oh, probably nothing," she replied cheerily, licking the spoon. "I should probably start studying, but that sounds like torture..."
Her eyes went up to the enchanted ceiling, which was showing a clear, moonlit night sky. Orla suddenly felt very cosy; soup was always comforting, and Kassia's attention was nice.
Post by Arthur Hocking on Nov 14, 2022 8:58:17 GMT 10
Arthur winced as he saw the rest of the fourth years with class leaving the Great Hall. Care of Magical Creatures wasn't a class that Arthur hated, but it was one that he found a little bit challenging. Besides, having it at night must've meant there was something special about it. He wished he could've eaten more dinner, but he supposed what he had already eaten would have to count.
He stood up and left the table. Sometimes he wished the set up was like a cafeteria, but the long tables usually worked well. It was just a little bit inconvenient sometimes. Maybe he would bring it up with the headmaster. Maybe not. After all, Rickard was just a little bit scary. He followed the rest of the fourth years to class.
Post by Elizabeth Doren on Nov 14, 2022 12:24:39 GMT 10
Elizabeth brushed herself off. She had prefect duties to attend to, after all, so she needed to be where she was supposed to be. And everyone else should be heading off to bed. She got her head out of the clouds and focused on what was important for the remainder of the night: making sure that nobody got into trouble where she was.
She double-checked that her uniform was proper, including her prefect badge that she did very much adore, and left the Great Hall, sparing one last glance at both Charlotte and William as she very briefly considered the memory that was revealed to her during Potions class. She doubted that Charlotte would like to be read to that way. She was much more capable now.
Post by Grace Babineaux on Nov 14, 2022 13:35:26 GMT 10
Grace wondered for a while why Saoirse was staring at her. Had she said something wrong? Maybe Saoirse really wanted to spend time with her family, and it was rude of Grace to even offer. This opinion quickly changed as Saoirse responded positively. Awesome! It would be totally cool to have a school friend over.
"Nice!" Grace said, already planning a letter to her parents to organize it better. She watched with some disappointment as the food left and no dessert replaced it. She had liked the beginning of the year when the desserts showed up after. "Do you wanna go up to the dorm?" Grace asked Saoirse, "I can see if I've got any sweets leftover."
Kassia watched as the Great Hall emptied, leaving her and Orla one of the few Slytherins left behind. Doren was getting ready to begin her patrol as well, so it was likely time to vanish to the Common Room. Kassia stretched and started to get up, looking at the first-year as she spoke and gazed longingly at the starry ceiling.
"Come, let's go to the dormitory. We wouldn't want Snape or Ms. Doren catching us out in the halls.""
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