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.
February arrived like a gentle sigh after a job well done. The snow had fully melted by sunrise, returning the grounds to a lush display of green. Overhead, the sun shone through the enchanted ceiling like a bright gem -- warming away a need for the beanies and gloves they'd become accustomed to the past months.
Although Ravenclaw's Quidditch victory over Slytherin still lingered in the air, most of the school rose with renewed energy and determination. Spring was finally upon them -- gone were the soaked shoes, chilled cloaks, and poor visibility. Returned were slopes of grass, budding wildflowers, and a clear blue sky. Many students, particularly those frantically prepping for their O.W.Ls and N.E.W.Ts, scrambled to make to-do lists and cross-referenced with a friend's plans.
Most of the staff were present at Breakfast -- missing only Hagrid and Professor Sprout. Professor McGonagall, freshly returned from an urgent call away from the school, and Professor Hathmore, his hair tied back and sporting a bright scratch above his eyebrow, where deep in conversation about something.
Professor Rivera was slouched in her seat nearby, gripping a mug of strong tea for dear life. Professor Traddles looked even worst -- with his face flushed pink, and tissues stuffed in his nose.
Student schedules were magically assigned to everyone who sat at their house table -- much to the complaint of 1st years, who'd soon be dragging themselves down to the dimly-lit Dungeons for an unwelcome Potions class on an otherwise lovely Spring morning.
Head Hog, Zack Mercer, also went around to the house tables with a list -- giving a firm reminder to any 5th years who hadn't signed up for a club yet (which was mandatory for them), as today was the last day to do so. Among those who received this stern reminder were Arthur Hocking and Oscar Tinkle .
Morning Classes 2nd years -- History of Magic 4th years -- Defence Against the Dark Arts 5th years -- Care of Magical Creatures 5th years -- Divination 6th years -- Transfiguration
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Afternoon Classes 2nd years -- Defence Against the Dark Arts 4th years -- Care of Magical Creatures 4th years -- Divination 5th years -- Potions 6th years -- Charms
A bit of an argument was going on just outside the Great Hall -- not enough to be disruptive, but it turned a few heads of those coming and going or who sat at ends of their house tables closest to the main doors. Head Hog, Nette Cadwell, lingered by the end of the Ravenclaw table -- her keen ears listening well, despite the noise of a school busy having breakfast, in case things got out of hand.
It wasn't easy to make out what was being said, only that the argument occurred between two 6th years -- Silvana Lawrence, of Gryffindor, and Harrison Kolt, of Slytherin. Those who simply assumed it was just a typical Gryffindor-versus-Slytherin bicker chose to simply ignore it, without any real curiosity as to what it was about.
Those who were either a bit more open-minded, or simply more perceptive, could tell that wasn't necessarily the case. A few whispers did spread, but they faded out quickly as no one really knew if either of the students had any friends to ask questions about what could be going on.
Owl Post will arrive soon with the Daily Prophet. Morning class threads will be available for posting in once breakfast ends, and afternoon ones when time changes. If there aren't students in a particular year, that class won't occur; 1st, 3rd, and 7th year classes aren't listed on the schedule. 6th years COMC and Herbology also aren't listed this RPG year, due to not enough students taking it, though might happen off-screen for NPCs.
Quidditch match 4 | Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff thread will become available this RPG day, and must be concluded by the end of #14 night. Please check the Quidditch Rules before playing, as we have made bold improvements.
Those wishing to change / join a Club can find the Signup Sheet in the Main Corridor after Breakfast. Deadline is the end of #13. Please note that this is an IC thing; your character must RP their signup, and include any thoughts or motivations they have for doing so. Feel free to bring a friend and go over their options together, before signing up.
Season has changed from Winter to Spring -- many RPG boards at Hogwarts were given a fresh look to reflect this. #13 night is skipped; when afternoon ends, the new day begins.
Post by Victoria Vargas on Nov 13, 2024 2:17:34 GMT 10
Victoria's eyes snapped open, and she nearly bolted upright — Amara's face hovered inches from her own, cold and silent as a ghost. No words, no greeting, just that intense, burning stare she was known for. Leave it to Amara to wake someone like this. Heart pounding, Victoria tried to act like she hadn't been startled out of her wits. She took a breath and offered Amara a nod.
'Don't worry, it's all taken care of,' she managed to whisper, her eyes straining to fight the sleepiness behind them. Whatever it was, whatever shadowy responsibility she had to do, Vicky knew she'd handled it. She'd made sure everything that needed to be done, was done.
But Amara, of course, didn't share a look of satisfaction. With one last silent warning, she turned and headed to the wardrobe to get dressed, leaving Vicky a moment to gather herself. Sighing, she stretched her arms over her head, trying to shake off the unease. A girl couldn't even get her full rest anymore without someone appearing at her bedside looking like a vengeful spirit.
By the time she made it to the bathroom, Vicky's pace had become her usual, unhurried one. If anyone were going to make her rush out of bed, she would at least take her time with her hair. She spent ages brushing every strand until it was a sleek bundle of waves, ignoring Amara's pointed sighs from the doorway. She traced a bit of blush along her cheekbones, just enough to brighten her complexion, and added a hint of gloss to her lips. Nothing overdone, of course.
Finally, after what sounded like an impatient tapping by the door, Victoria quickly dabbed her fingertips over her lipstick one last time and inspected her reflection with approval. She let her best friend's impatience roll right off her, though her glare was pointed enough to burn holes through stone. Tossing her hair, Vicky shot her friend a smirk as they made their way out.
'See? Barely took a second.' And with that, the two glided out of the dorms, heads high, as if they owned the dungeon corridors, ready to face the morning — and find something to do until classes began. Hopefully, for Vicky's sake, it was just some breakfast and a goblet of hot cider.
As the pair strode into the dining hall, they moved with the kind of confidence that turned heads — a subtle grace laced with enough edge to keep people on their toes. They'd kept up a steady stream of chatter on the way down, punctuated by Victoria's casual, probing questions.
'So, any big Valentine's plans with Lucas?' she'd asked, with a smirk tugging at her lips. Amara probably rolled her eyes, though Victoria knew better than to miss the hint of a smile that flashed there, gone as quickly as it appeared. 'A romantic picnic? Some light snogging?'
They slid into their usual spot at the Slytherin table, perfectly positioned to see and be seen. At the other table, a cluster of younger students leaned in close, exchanging whispers and darting glances their way. Vicky noticed, of course, with a flicker of annoyance. She returned the stares with a steely look of her own — a silent message: mind your own business, cretins, or else.
It worked. A few students quickly looked away, pretending to be fascinated by their porridge.
Satisfied, Victoria turned her attention to the platters of food in front of her, filling her plate with methodical attention. She reached for a slice of whole grain toast, barely suppressing a smirk as she glanced at Amara, waiting to see what her friend would choose to nibble on this morning.
Post by Luckett Langford on Nov 13, 2024 2:22:21 GMT 10
The morning smacked him in the face -- literally. Lucky shot up from his sleep, half-conscious, and promptly smashed his head into the pile of pillows he'd buried himself under. His pillows everywhere. Hair in every direction. Was this what every morning was going to be like now?
Blimey.
With a groan, Lucky rolled over and right off the side of his bed, landing hard on the freezing floor. The cold wood bit into his bare skin, sending a shock up his spine. He let out a loud yelp, somewhere between a shriek and a wail, scrambling to his feet like a cat that had fallen in some water. Why was the floor so cold? Was Hogwarts trying to kill him before he'd had breakfast?
Hm, that would be one way to get out of exams, though.
Lucky darted across the room, feet slapping the floor as he grabbed his trousers, yanking them on with the grace of a flobberworm. His white button-up shirt followed, but as he tugged it over his head, he noticed it clung a little tighter than it usually did. He glanced down and gave his biceps a shrug of approval. The growth spurt had definitely paid off. He wasn't average anymore -- no, sir. He was starting to look like a proper yoked Quidditch player, if he did say so himself.
Buttoning up the shirt took longer than he liked, mostly because the buttons were rebelling against the idea of holding him in. Were they plotting against him now, too? As he glanced in the mirror, he ran a hand through his hair, trying to tame the wild mess. Yeah, wasn't happening.
'Good enough,' he muttered to himself, grabbing a tie and half-tying it as he brushed his teeth with enough gusto to nearly wear the bristles flat. Lucky didn't have time for perfection. He'd missed breakfast with Sophia for the last couple of days, and he was not missing her again.
One final glance in the mirror -- tie crooked, hair still a tousled display, but that was his signature look, right? With a grin, Lucky rushed out of the dorm, already plotting ways to drag Sophia out of her books and into the real world. Preferably with whatever food he could nab.
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Lucky jogged into the hall, the morning chatter hitting him like a wave. The tables were crowded with students, the usual hum of laughter and conversations filling the air. As he passed by, he gave a quick wave to some blokes in his house, exchanging lazy hand tags and throwing nods.
'Mornin,' he muttered with a grin as he passed, clapping one of the lads on the back and fist bumping another hand as he weaved through the crowd. 'You lot seen Soph anywhere?' he asked, not really expecting an answer, but still hopeful that someone might've seen her arrive.
He squinted, gaze flicking between the rows of heads. Where was she? Sophia had to be here somewhere. If not her, maybe Martha. Martha and Sophia were thick as thieves; if you found one, the other wasn't usually too far behind. But today, the bustling crowd offered nothing but disappointment. No flash of violet hair, no snarky grin aimed in his direction. Not a great start.
Lucky sighed, his shoulders slumping a bit as he plopped down on the bench. Well, fine. If she wasn't here, at least there was food. And Merlin, what a spread. His stomach growled, the sight of the piled-high platters sending his hunger into overdrive. Eggs scrambled to perfection, stacks of golden pancakes, sausages that glistened with grease, and toast slathered in warm butter.
The house elves had outdone themselves again.
Without waiting another second, Lucky grabbed a plate and loaded it up with reckless abandon. Eggs, bacon, toast -- he practically drooled as he piled it on. He swiped a sausage, popping it into his mouth with a grunt of approval, barely chewing before his hand reached for more.
Another bite of food, then a huge forkful of scrambled eggs. He chewed, staring at his plate like it held all the answers to life's problems. Sophia could skip breakfast if she wanted, but Lucky wasn't about to let this go to waste. Still, he couldn't help but wonder where she was, and why, no matter how crowded the hall was, it always felt a little emptier when she wasn't around.
Post by Sophia Rhynhart on Nov 13, 2024 3:02:26 GMT 10
Sophia had finally dragged herself out of hibernation -- not the fun and cozy kind that involved actual sleep, but the mind-numbingly unfair kind that was studying. Had it been days, weeks, or months? It felt endless and, like most eternal torments were, absolutely draining.
But she was caught up on her schoolwork now. Sophia groaned, muscles still stiff from being hunched over heavy textbooks in the library or her dormitory floor, rather than flexed and free outside or among her friends where she belonged.
N.E.W.T year was the worst, confirmed. Yet her parents' threat of taking away her broomstick if she didn't do well was enough for Sophia to tuck herself away and suffer for a while.
Now released from her studious prison, Sophia dramatically arrived at the Great Hall like a hermit seeing sunlight for the first time in years. She stretched her arms out, welcoming the Spring morning air and the scent of delicious food. Grin back on her face, and hair returned to its usual vibrant semi-neatness, she eagerly scanned the Hufflepuff table on her approach.
Caine, Josh, or Oscar -- that would be nice, but Sophia had most missed her best friends lately. Her keen gaze sought them almost desperately -- yearning for that hint of Martha's red hair, or Lucky's loud laugh. Martha, she'd at least seen a few times, as her dear friend brought her sustenance to keep her going when Sophia forgot all sense of time.
Lucky, however, well... that was complicated.
Because she hadn't seen him much at all lately, not physically. But when her eyes closed, either at the end of a busy day or lulled into a trap set by boring textbooks, she saw him. His face, his hair, his smile, his arms... okay, sometimes she saw a bit too much but Sophia couldn't help it.
No, not again. It was hard enough to stay on topic while studying. Sophia shook those thoughts from her head, accidentally growing her hair an inch in the process, and plopped herself as dramatically as possible at the Hufflepuff table. Blinking sleepiness, she breathed in the food -- then glanced along the table again.
All thoughts halted, or fled, she couldn't tell which. There he was. With a yelp of delight, and in shock she hadn't noticed him until now, Sophia quickly vacated her seat and hurried a few unimportant students over.
'LUCKY.' Sophia didn't care about the stares she earned, as this was something worth announcing. 'I have survived the study prison, and been spared from its torment.'
Sophia lunged to hug him from behind, her arms draped loosely over his shoulders. She rested her chin on the crook of his neck, and her whole body slumped as if drained of its energy. She'd used it all to get out of bed, drag herself to the Great Hall, and then get back up after having found a seat.
He smelled good. Sophia smiled, also noticing the state of his hair, and felt giddy at the fact she had finally been reunited with him. He was warm, muscular, and Lucky. Yawning, Sophia slid sideways to plop onto the seat beside him -- and flashed him a soft, sheepish smile.
Although no one would believe her, Lucky was more important than food right now... but, with a sigh, Sophia had to eat as well. She frowned at the food, trying to sort her thoughts that weren't related to seeing Lucky again (why did she almost want to tear up? Had it really been so long?). Lacking energy to be bothered, she just piled on a bit of everything she liked, and ate the first thing her fork poked.
All she needed now, was Martha. Then it had the makings of a perfect day.
Post by Joshua Twiggs on Nov 13, 2024 3:56:00 GMT 10
Joshua’s fork hovered just above his plate as he surveyed the breakfast spread before him: sausages, eggs, beans, and toast. He’d spent a good portion of his morning perfecting his hair -- well, trying to. A little bit of gel here, a little bit of frustration there. In the end it did look passable to him.
He sighed and dug in, piling food onto his plate like he hadn’t eaten in a week. Despite his breakfast, though, his thoughts kept wandering back to the conversation he’d had with Caine the night before.
Joshua had always thought Jaxen Ashworth was a good guy -- quiet, a little shy maybe, but overall someone Martha could trust. She had a good head on her shoulders, and she wouldn’t get mixed up with someone who wasn’t worth her time.
But then Caine had gone and complicated things, as he so often did. According to Caine, Jaxen wasn’t the innocent, bashful kid Joshua thought he was.
In fact, Jaxen had insulted Caine during a duel with Amber the month before. And, as if that wasn’t bad enough, Jaxen had punched him afterward, after Caine had thrown a Dungbomb in his direction.
Joshua couldn’t quite reconcile this story with the Jaxen he knew. Sure, he was quiet -- probably a bit too shy for his own good -- but punching someone? That didn’t sound like the Jaxen he’d met at all. He trusted Martha’s judgment, though, and knew she wouldn’t hang around someone she didn’t feel was worth her time.
But now he found himself questioning everything. Was Caine exaggerating, or had he actually seen something darker in Jaxen’s character?
Joshua shoveled another bite of beans into his mouth, still turning the scenario over in his mind. Why would Jaxen react like that?
He didn’t get it. But maybe that was the problem -- he didn’t know Jaxen well enough.
He knew Caine inside out however. So it was his word he'd believe, anyway.
Just as his thoughts began to spiral, an unexpected clap on his back made him spit out his sausage in a perfect arc, landing right on the lap of the poor kid sitting across from him.
Joshua froze, eyes wide in mortification. For a second, all he could do was stare at the disaster unfolding in slow motion, his mouth full of half-chewed beans. And then, once it hit him what had happened, he couldn’t help it -- he burst into an awkward laugh.
"Oh Merlin!" he exclaimed between chuckles, trying (and failing) to keep the laughter in check as he frantically grabbed napkins to try and salvage the situation.
"Sorry! Sorry, I really didn’t mean-"
Before he could finish, the culprit -- of course it was Luckett -- had moved on, completely unfazed by the chaos he’d left in his wake.
He had asked about Sophia, though was not even waiting for a response before swaggering off already.
Joshua let out an amused scoff, shaking his head.
He sat back in his seat, finally managing to regain some semblance of composure. A glance around at his fellow Hufflepuffs revealed a mixture of amusement and sympathy, but no one seemed particularly concerned with his now sausage-less plate.
A moment later, he was startled once again, this time by Sophia's shout for Luckett. Joshua's lips twitched upwards as he saw the kid across him hold up an empty plate like a shield in case he'd spit on him again.
Post by Reena Ashworth on Nov 13, 2024 4:49:01 GMT 10
Reena’s morning unfolded like clockwork, as it always did. She was methodical, focused, and precise—everything in its place, each task neatly planned. It wasn’t just a habit; it was a necessity.
She had enough chaos in her mind -- and at home -- that she needed this order, this structure, to feel in control. It wasn’t a perfect system, but it worked.
Her hair, usually left in a simple ponytail or loose waves, was braided into a tidy bun this morning. She wasn’t about to admit it, but she might’ve spent a bit more time than usual on it, and it might’ve had something to do with a certain boy who had crossed her mind.
But no, that wasn’t important. What mattered was that it looked neat -- just how she liked it.
With one last glance in the mirror to make sure nothing was out of place, she left the dormitory and made her way to the Great Hall.
A few sixth-years were arguing at the entrance, but Reena only briefly stopped to see if it was in danger of getting out of hand. Deciding that it seemed harmless enough, she walked right past them, her eyes fixed ahead.
Reena’s eyes briefly flicked over to the Ravenclaw table, but she quickly turned her head away. It was best not to linger there.
Instead, she headed straight for the Slytherin table, where she could sit across from Amara and Victoria. The two sixth-years weren’t exactly her friends, but, well... When you shared a secret like they did, people were bound to bond together.
"Good morning," she said, settling into her seat.
Her tone was polite, but she didn’t make any effort to join in their conversation. It wasn’t that she couldn’t -- Reena was certainly capable of making small talk -- but she had her reasons. First, it wasn’t her place to interrupt; second, she wasn’t particularly interested in what they were discussing; and third, she’d learned to accept the fact that she wasn’t quite in their social circle.
Still, there was a small part of her that resented it.
She wouldn’t admit it, of course. It was silly to care. But sometimes, when Amara and Victoria exchanged looks or laughed over some private joke, Reena couldn’t help but feel a little on the outside.
She glanced around the table, hoping Lucas would show up soon. Maybe things wouldn’t feel quite so awkward then.
As she sat quietly, Reena glanced at the schedule that appeared next to her.
The day ahead was already planned out: classes, study time, all of it. She couldn’t afford to waste time. Exams were coming up this summer, and she had to stand out for the academy applications. She’d spent too much of her time not knowing what she wanted -- this time, she couldn’t afford to fall behind. Potions in the afternoon was one class she could look forward to.
Her fingers found the half of a butterfly necklace around her neck, absently playing with the green gemstone in it.
She pulled her attention back to the table and decided on a sensible breakfast of fruit and yogurt. It was light, and she could feel good about it. She’d always been one to make sensible choices. In fact, she was rather proud of it. It was one of the few things she could control.
The cold winter months were finally over, too, and the promise of spring felt like a small victory. Reena wasn’t a fan of the cold, and she could admit that she was looking forward to the warmer days ahead. Even the simple act of feeling the sun a little longer made the day seem brighter.
But for now, she focused on what was ahead: the rest of the meal, the classes, the endless tasks that needed to be done. She didn’t have time to dwell on being left out, or the little things that still bothered her more than they should. After all, she had a plan -- and nothing would get in her way.
Post by Caine Hawke on Nov 13, 2024 5:34:47 GMT 10
He’d slept. Really, he had! Just not long. But he’d slept well so he supposed that mattered. At least he didn’t feel tired!
But as soon as the sun rose he’d kicked off his blankets, thrown on some clothes and dashed to the lake and back . A quick run was always good on class days - it ate the extra energy and allowed him a little focus which was, he figured, best for everyone.
By the time he’d gotten back he’d been able to take a quick shower, make sure his hair was fine - letting it air dry so he wouldn’t have to worry about it, and put on his uniform for class. Easy!
Even if the dorm was mostly empty by the time he’d left.
Talking to Joshua the night before hadn’t done what he’d hoped it would. He was still pressed about the detention he was supposed to have and he was still irritated at himself for giving into anger but… it was fine.
He’d be fine.
The whole day couldn’t revolve around yesterday, after all! Besides, he doubted he was the first Hogwarts student to get into a fight and he for sure figured he wouldn’t be the last. As long as people got on one another’s nerves… someone would throw a punch every now and then.
This time it just happened to be Caine Hawke and Jaxen Ashworth. Fantastic.
Making his way into the Great Hall he waved to Lucky before plopping himself down next to Joshua with a sideways glance.
”Did… I just watch you spit sausage into their lap?” he asked with a smirk, ”The arc was impressive!” he waved at the student in question with a light wiggle of his fingers before sliding over some eggs and toast. He wasn’t up for a huge meal this morning.
He still felt icky from his thoughts all morning so figured that eggs and toast would suit just fine- that way he’d eat something but not a whole lot of it. And, just in case, he slipped an apple into his bag. For later. Just in case.
"Oh! We have Care of Magical Creatures this morning..." he exclaimed, looking at the schedule with mock interest - as if it really was the most impressive thing they could do this morning. "Then Potions. Ew." He wrinkled his nose but knew that it wouldn't be terrible. Would it? Probably. But optimism was his friend!
Last Edit: Nov 13, 2024 5:37:09 GMT 10 by Caine Hawke
Post by Joshua Twiggs on Nov 13, 2024 6:35:25 GMT 10
Joshua snorted at Caine's comment. He mock-bowed to him, for a performance well done.
"Stick around and I might teach you," he joked. At least he hadn't choked on that sausage instead -- as a teenage boy surrounded by teenagers he'd have never lived that down.
Joshua was happy to hear about COMC, but his stomach dropped a little at the mention of Potions.
"Reckon Snape gonna give me a hard time for talking back the other day?" This question did not really need answering.
Joshua'd prefer not to find out, anyhow.
The silver linikg was, that he could drop that class after this year. He liked HOM loads more, anyway.
Speaking of... Joshua cast a glance at the Slytherin table, searching for Doren. His gaze did not linger long however, as he looked at the staff table for Professor Archerose instead.
Finding him, Joshua pulled a hat out of his bag and put it on his head.
It was a bowler hat, which he had adorned with loosely sewn paper strips of purple and blue. They resembled the feathered chest of the Hoomit bird when he moved his head. For some extra shine, he had sewn on some transparent glass beads in a triangular shape in the front.
Joshua glanced towards Archerose again, then winked at Caine before tapping his wand to his hat.
At first, nothing seemed to happen. Then, the hat started to glow, before it disappeared -- only to reappear in the air above him and drop back down onto his head.
"Wicked, innit?" Joshua grinned and with a smooth motion put some fruit into his bag, while the hat repeated its spiel.
Post by Kamari Sagemore on Nov 13, 2024 14:03:49 GMT 10
Sleep hadn't come easy.
In fact, Kamari had been worried about Alora deep into the night but, eventually, she'd drifted off. It seemed as if her sister were trying to get herself hurt these days!
Alora had never been known for her grace. In fact, her feet often were her own worst enemies and yet she'd never gotten hurt this badly - or had she? She tried to remember a time or a place when it had been worse but quickly changed her attention to something else.
The comb that ran through her hair was swift, hands nimble in their familiar work. Up into two buns atop her head, Kamari stared at the mirror for a moment before she wiped her face with her hands and straightened her shoulders.
It wouldn't do to look a mess at breakfast. No, she was a Sagemore and she couldn't look anything less than pristine. So, she made sure her tie was straight, that her shirt was well placed and skirt rumple free before tossing on her Gryffindor robes and heading from the dorms.
Breakfast was waiting and hopefully that meant Alora, too.
She got to the great hall and looked around for her sister. Not seeing her, she frowned slightly, brows furrowing before she took a seat and pulled a plate toward herself. She made sure that it was good food - some fruit and a pastry, some warm oats and juice.
But mornings without Alora were... quiet. Too quiet. She didn't like being alone and knew that she had to wait but... she was so impatient to see her. To make sure that she was alright and the night hadn't been too long for her.
The sound of a familiar voice caught her attention. Kamari, seated at the end of her table closest to the door, frowned. Silvana?
She turned her head slightly to listen - just in case her fellow Gryffindor needed help.
Post by Siwoo Kahn on Nov 13, 2024 14:21:16 GMT 10
It was probably the biggest yawn of his life. Siwoo’s arms stretched over his head and his head fell back as he walked from the common room to the stairs. The morning commute to breakfast always woke him up - it was no easy feat to go from Ravenclaw tower to the Great Hall… but he didn’t mind it.
It was nice to walk a bit before tucking into a meal at any rate.
His sister had told him not to wait for her this morning - she had something to do. She’d told him what but… he couldn’t quite remember. It wasn’t that he hadn’t been listening honest; he’d just been too focused on the rumbling in his tummy for breakfast rather than her words.
He could kick himself for it but at least he could tell Insu not to wait for her.
The great hall was, as always, bustling with activity.
Some Hufflepuffs were being loud, the argument (was that an argument) by the door caught his attention for just a second before he frowned, shaking his head and slipping into the hall to get his breakfast.
It was important.
He spied the Professors and, with a small tinkling of curiosity, sat so that he wouldn’t be tempted to go see if they were all alright. Besides, he could ask about it later.
As he gathered some rice and eggs into a bowl and mixed them together he spared a glance for Insu. Where was he? It was unlike him to not be here… then again, it was early and perhaps he’d missed him.
As he took a bite of his breakfast his eyes slid to the side so that he could read his schedule for the day. History of Magic and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Not bad. He enjoyed both of those classes - one more than the other for obvious reasons.
Post by Amber Lloyd on Nov 13, 2024 16:14:37 GMT 10
Ever since Amber had been appointed Quidditch Captain and their successful first match, she noticed she was getting more attention overall from other students, especially when they saw her badge. Occasionally people approached her with her name, despite her not knowing theirs, which felt kind of weird.
Now, however, after their victory against Slytherin and her Quidditch feats, it had increased by a margin. More people recognised her even before they saw the badge. She even could occasionally hear her name when she passed by a group discussing Quidditch.
Attention she never had desired. She had just wanted to play Quidditch! The title of Captain had never occurred to her, though maybe it was exactly for that reason that it had been offered to her. And her work so for only proved that she indeed deserved the title – although, she could very well do without all the focus on her.
...Was that how Joshua felt? Though at least, so far there hadn’t been a group of boys seeking out her attention like those tons of girls around her friend had, which didn’t sit quite right with Amber because they were just interested in him for his work and newish fame, not for him. ...Right? Somehow, the thought kind of bothered her. Probably because she was just worried about him, only wanting the best for him.
Today, Amber had decided to give the blue ribbon from Caine another go. In fact, she had practised it a lot recently, and soon realised that it actually wasn’t that much different from braiding her own pigtails. Sure, it still looked a bit different compared to when Caine made it, but she loved it regardless, especially as her hair now draped around her neck nicely, spending gentle warmth instead of the scarf she had gotten used to it.
The change of season was at fault for it. While Amber loved the arrival of spring, though especially looked forward to summer, she already missed having the Hufflepuff scarf around her neck. It had already became a part of her over the course of winter, and now she had to simply let it go? The temptation to just put around the scarf anyway had been there, but alone the thought was silly, the heat would be unbearable. Instead, in the spur of the moment, she had packed it into her bag, whyever. Maybe she needed it later? The Dungeons could get quite cold... And she knew they had Potions class in the afternoon.
With a smile on her face Amber walked down the stairs of the Ravenclaw Tower, eager to get to the Hufflepuff table and see her friends, but a slight commotion at the entrance of the Great Hall stopped her as she knew the 6th years there.
Well, Kolt mostly because of his reputation as a chess player. How could Amber not, a lover of chess herself? Sometimes, she wished she could play at least once against him, just to determine how good she actually was. It would be fun! However, she also heard enough stories about him and detention – which was the main reason she came to a halt next to Silvana.
Amber recently had met the Gryffindor in the Owlery, and she hadn’t forgotten how sad the girl had looked and what she had told her: that boys in her class had been wrecking her stuff. Alone the thought made Amber furious. And as Kolt was her classmate and was known for detentions... the thought of him being one of those came up pretty quickly, especially as Amber noticed that it was more than a house rivalry bicker.
Having made a decision, Amber set up a bright smile and walked straight to Silvana.
“Good morning, Silvana!” She greeted Kolt with a nod and a smile, though stood supportively next to the Gryffindor girl. “Everything alright?”
The question was more directed at Silvana, but Amber’s eyes flickered between both sixth years, a warm smile still on her face. Hm, maybe she did butt in unnecessarily right now, but... could she really know? Nope, she'd rather be there and try to help out, just in case.
Post by Amara Seabrook on Nov 13, 2024 20:27:35 GMT 10
Amara had expertly evaded any comment on her Valentine's plans with Lucas, apart from offering Victoria her finest eye-roll -- as if Amara was going to comply to the cutesy and nauseating Valentines mating tradition, as she thought of it. Did she have plans for that day? Okay, yes, maybe she did, but not... like that.
Still, it had been a little while since she and Victoria had fully caught up. Amara wasn't opposed to talking about it with her best friend, but perhaps not in the Great Hall where everyone else could nosey in. So she gave Victoria a look to talk more later... no Vicky, as she was no longer as annoyed at the inconvenient timing of things that left Amara to fend for herself on the damned Quidditch pitch.
The most recent match was the last straw for Amara. Not because they lost, but she was sick of playing Chaser and of not being able to whack a deserving child over the skull with her Beater's Bat if they got annoying. As much as she hated to admit that she might still need to play as Chaser for now, Vicky was the one who needed to be in that star role.
In good spirits over the fact everything was taken care of now, in that regard, Amara eyed the food spread to see what tempted her today. Not a lot, as she'd had a big dinner the night before -- mostly dessert, actually; no she was not sulking, okay?
Although she had it memorised by now, Amara checked over their class schedule for today. Just in case something was changed. She read it over lazily, and glanced occasionally towards the doors of the Great Hall -- still a bit curious about what Kolt was up to.
'Transfiguration and Charms.' Amara sighed, tossing the timetable aside. 'I hope it's something useful, at least. No more of that Cheering Charm nonsense. Personally, I'd like to know how to transfigure annoying little birds into toads.'
She shot a glare towards the Ravenclaw table, which Vicky would easily know was intended for that pest, Jonathan King. Amara was not done with him yet.
Settling on some avocado, fruit, and sweet oatmeal, Amara mostly just raised her eyebrows in greeting when Reena joined them. It set aside her chatting with Vicky for now, but that was fine.
After a spoonful of oatmeal, Amara gave Reena her proper attention and more friendly nod in greeting. She wasn't one of those cranky non-morning people, but Amara still did not consider mornings to be a welcome time of day. Most especially before she'd had breakfast.
'Reena,' Amara said, giving her a curious and mildly suspicious look. 'What's these rumours I've been hearing about you and Tae-Sang Lee?'
Most popular boy in school, of which many girls swooned over. By Amara's expression and tone, it was clear she was relatively neutral about him. She was genuinely asking, not disapproving either way. But remembering the boy-crazy company beside her, she sighed and reached for her spoon -- keeping her attention on her breakfast.
'Not one word,' she dryly told Vicky, as to not hear about whatever rating of looks and attractiveness and whatever-other-ew Vicky filled her head with.
'Oh. Hello.' Silvana quickly noticed Amber, turning shy as the Ravenclaw joined her. Yet her shoulders visibly sagged with relief. 'Yes, I'm all right.'
Kolt let out a breath, then pressed his lips tight; restrained annoyance at the interruption, and by one who his expression clearly implied this was none of Amber's business. Yet he held back from saying so, and eyed Silvana again.
Noticing his look, Silvana's ears turned a bit pink.
'Um, thank you,' she told Amber, genuinely glad to see her. 'But you go ahead. I need to finish talking to Kolt, if that's okay?'
Post by Pierce Twiggs on Nov 13, 2024 21:12:25 GMT 10
As always, Pierce had taken his time to get ready for the day, as everything had to be perfect. However, unless his roommates were early risers such as him, they would just notice an already empty bed.
Already settled down at the Slytherin table and having gathered and apple and nuts for later, Pierce's focus was on the book about potions in his hand, and partly on the bowl of oatmeal, fruits and nuts in front of him. But he completely ignored the commotions around him or in the hall in general, as well as anyone coming to the table.
Breakfast was one of the few times he could enjoy his reading time, or rather really plan it ahead of time. Additonally, being a Slytherin had the perk of usually sitting at a rather civilised table: no screaming, no food getting thrown around, people mostly respecting his preference of reading instead of talking. Perfect.
It would be even better if Pierce managed to finish his book...
Last Edit: Nov 13, 2024 23:03:56 GMT 10 by Pierce Twiggs
Post by Amber Lloyd on Nov 13, 2024 22:08:14 GMT 10
For a moment, Amber eyed both of the 6th years again, definitely feeling the annoyance eradiating by Kolt, though she just continued to smile and focused on Silvana instead.
Well, at least the interaction didn't seem that malicious... Amber had the feeling, Kolt wouldn't have reacted that way if it would have been, or that Silvana wouldn't have taken the chance to escape or so, so Amber believed the Gryffindor that she was alright for now.
"Sure! See you later!" She gave her a genuine smile in return, glanced one more time at Kolt before she made her way toward the Ravenclaw table, though she did try to eavesdrop on them while leaving, just to be sure. Not because she was curious, of course not.
Once Amber reached her house table, she gathered her schedule, cast a quick glance on it to confirm the classes for today, already excited about the prospect of having COMC first, then made her way toward the Hufflepuff table as usual.
Finding her friends was easy, they took the same spot as usual - and Joshua was hard to overlook with that hat of his! Amber grinned at the sight, though let out an amazed gasp when it disappeared.
"Awesome! Did you make that?” she instantly burst out with a beaming smile at Joshua, then settled down in front of him and Caine before adding, “And good morning of course!”
She grinned, swiftly packed up an apple and some nuts before reaching out to fill her plate with some scrambled eggs, bacon and a slice of bread, though continued to glance at Josh’s hat. It reminded her of a bird... Which made her remember...
“Are you two as excited as me for COMC?” Amber smiled, not having heard their previous conversation. “Any plans today apart from class?”
She put some eggs on her toast before taking a bite, though she had to put a strand of hair aside to not risk of falling onto it. Hm, maybe having her hair open had been a bad idea after all...
Last Edit: Nov 13, 2024 23:06:37 GMT 10 by Amber Lloyd
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