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**Wilber Winterbottom** · 12-25-2022, 11:44 PM

The High Street is the main street of Hogsmeade, from which you can access all its most famous shops. This particular street connects to several narrow streets and alleyways due to how the shops are laid out. Some of these passages will take you to other shops and even the residential area of the village. Stay on this path until the very end, past Dervish and Banges, and you will find yourself coming to a stop at a stile that faces the mountain beyond.

It is not common for those who are people-watching in the benches next to the street lamps to see large numbers of students and adults ambling up and down the pavement and peering into shop windows. After all, this is the most popular place you can meet up with your friends before heading over to the Three Broomsticks for a butterbeer, entering Zonko's with a mischievous grin, or diving into Honeydukes with your mouth already watering.

Harron Peasley · 07-04-2023, 10:52 AM

Even if she didn't really have any money to spend, it was nice to get out of the Castle for a change of scenery once in a while. And Hogsmeade was the sweetest little village - though still slightly overwhelmed by the number of people, Betony could picture herself living here one day. Though, she thought as she was nearly barrelled over by a group of older students, maybe she'd vacate during Hogwarts weekends. Or just barricade her house.

She paused for a moment, tugging gently at her red braid in her signature nervous habit, and then brushed down her coat, before glancing around and trying to decide where best to window shop first.

sweetpinkpixie · 07-04-2023, 01:23 PM

Joseph snorted, couldn't quite help himself there. "Doubt Enzo would appreciate that," he chortled. He had heard the displeasure for whatever Joseph had been listening too and fallen victim to some spellwork on a couple occasions. Needless to say, Joseph had rarely had an actual conversation with the guy and did not care to in the future. He wouldn't be against a full on jam session though...head banging while standing on the bed performing some sweet air guitar rifts. Sounded like it had the potential to be a lot of fun and there was a very real intimacy when you shared music with another person too.

The fifth year offered another muted chuckle and brushed some of his long blonde locks away from his brow as the breeze blew it thus. "Keeping us all trapped in the past," he mused with a slightly set jaw. "The time when the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy was established." Again, an irony to the hidden nature of their world from muggles. Inferi Inferno had a song about this, Cloaked and Staggered, which was another one of his favorites from the band.

"Same," he nodded somberly. Seemed like, metaphorically for them, that the exams were over and they just had to sit through the testing session to make it official with all the Ministry bells and whistles. Joseph was dreading the testing days. Shut up in the Great Hall with his peers like that and without his enchanted earpods to drown out all the noise. "Tempted to not even show up for them. See about sneaking through one of the castle's passageways and ditch."

*Lottiepot* · 07-04-2023, 07:01 PM

Perhaps throwing a load of teenage boys with completely different personalities into one dorm wasn’t the best idea the school could’ve come up with. There were however certain things they could bond together over and music appeared to be one of them although Enzo probably didn’t share the sentiment. Whenever Fynley saw him he was playing Wizarding Chess or reading or studying which all sounded like the last thing he’d want to do personally. “Nah probably not..” he chuckled. “But y’know two against one so he’ll just have to put up with it.” It wouldn’t hurt on occasion to divulge in a bit of a homegrown rock concert in their dorm.

Fynn leaned against the window display of the shop crossing his arms across his chest, not in a defensive mode but because it was comfortable and the weather wasn’t favourable. “At least they don’t keep us completely separate from the muggles. Even if it is a bit of a retirement town back where I live, I really don’t mind indulging in a few muggle activities.” There was a cinema and a bowling alley and a decent cycle route along the seafront. If he was forced to be kept secret from muggles entirely he’d find himself incredibly bored.

“Don’t tempt me” he mumbled. He didn’t mind showing up for his practical exams, in fact he thought he could do pretty well in them if he practiced enough. It was the written exams he wanted to completely forget the existence of. ”I bet they do a headcount though to make sure we are all there. Unfortunately if we didn’t have another 2 years here we could probably get away with it.” Instead he’d just have to grimace his way through theory and pretend he had any idea what the questions were asking of him.

sweetpinkpixie · 07-07-2023, 08:00 AM

All Joseph could think about in that moment was how very furious he would be should the same sort of attitude be flipped on him. Outnumbered in desire and therefore his own opinion and boundaries rejected. It would be viceral and someone would have fewer bedposts holding up their bed, but thankfully that was not the situation and he was the benefactor to this dormroom democracy - so why waste the energy to make a fuss? "Yeah," he agreed with a bit more of a sturdy chuckle, the sort that it was obvious it was not serving as a polite performance. "He would. Not on us that he has poor taste in music."

Maybe...just maybe...well, best not to become too optimistic.

Joseph found himself nodding along with what Fynley had to say before he even realized he was doing it. "True. At least the majority of the wizarding world has let go of such archaic ways of thinking and we have a Minister who, despite being old, seems to be pretty progressive in his policies and administration." And at least they had won the Third Wizarding War. "If muggle is classified as doing things by nonmagical means...then yeah, I like to indulge too." It was a bit of a snooty divide if you asked him. Drawing and sketching, for example, did not require magic but wizardingkind would never label that as magical. Curious dichotomy, he supposed.

"Wow...so they really go you all brainwashed over this stuff," he observed while adjusting his hood and brushing a bit of snow off his shoulders.

*Lottiepot* · 07-07-2023, 01:35 PM

Perhaps if they agreed to playing a couple rounds of Wizards Chess once a week Enzo might be a little more lenient to the idea of a jam session in their dorm every once in a while. Not that Fynley really knew how to play chess so wouldn’t exactly make a challenging opponent. Then there was Fynn who could do with some assistance for Keeper practice out on the Quidditch pitch. They might have all been so different but compromise wasn’t exactly hard to achieve and Fynn was at least willing to try for the sanity of the next two years. “I don’t even know what his taste in music is” he chuckled. Was it classical? Opera? Was he secretly a heavy metal head? The Slytherin had such an eclectic taste in music it didn’t really matter to him what others were listening to unless he was trying to sleep.

In the sixteen year olds opinion, humans were humans and therefore they were all equal whether they were magical or muggle or whatever. The very concept on prejudism had always baffled him, especially considering that the Wizarding World could technically inflict more harm to the muggles and therefore should be held responsible for protecting them. He couldn’t help but snort at the Minister being called ‘old’. Poor bloke. At least Joseph agreed with him. “Life would be boring if we just did the same magical things over and over again.” It would be difficult to integrate into muggle communities if they did too.

His shoulders shrugged in response to Joseph’s statement. “I don’t want to care about my grades or studying but..” he sighed audibly. “It just sucks that these stupid exams can dictate what you are able to do for the rest of your life.” Some people, Fynn included, just didn’t test well especially when it came to written exams. That didn’t mean that he was intellectually stupid nor should it mean that he was prohibited from achieving certain careers in the future. If Joseph wanted to skip lessons however Fynn was in.

*Kolyander* · 07-07-2023, 05:58 PM

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The sweet smile did not go unnoticed. It was a look that was, to be perfectly honest, a bit of a red flag. He knew that smiles such as those coming from younger kids were a trap. That he had learned quickly once Bryony mastered the very look he was so used to doing before she came along. Vesper, he was willing to bet, wasn't too different from his sister in that regard. She was up to something. But the question was: what?

"Uh huh," he murmured when she linked her tiny arm with his toned one. Oh, Logan was very aware that he had walked into something that he would probably later regret. Something in the tone of her voice and that little grin she was now sporting confirmed as much. Of course, he could have wrung himself free and bolted, but then he'd never hear the end of it from Vasco or Vera. It also didn't help that Vesper could easily find him in Gryffindor Tower, so there really was no escaping from this.

So he continued down the street with her, slowing down his usual pace so those short legs of hers didn't have to move as fast to keep up with him. "What did you want to talk about?" He hoped all she wanted to do was discuss some fantastical creature or see if he would buy a thing or two for her.

Is that so? If Logan knew her a little bit better, he would come to find out that Vesper was indeed a sweet girl. Very much placed perfectly in the correct house of Gryffindor but truthfully her smile was simply that, a smile. She wasn't trying anything. Nothing that would get either of them into any trouble. Hopefully. Well.. not her anyways cause she was adorable and her big sister loved her so even when Vera found out about this, she would be forgiven.

When Logan didn't pull his arm away from hers immediately, Vesper only grew even happier, a clear spring in her step now as she walked alongside the taller boy. Just for the record here, she did have two older siblings and she was used to walking quickly to keep up. Not that she would complain about him being nice to her and slowly down, so thank you. "Oh, well I wanted to ask you something!" This was where she looked right up at him, her little arm tightening around his even though he could easily shake her off. "You like my big sister, don't you?" Oh, yes. She was getting straight to the point! He did ask!

Zoe · 07-08-2023, 08:16 PM

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Originally Posted by Kolyander

Is that so? If Logan knew her a little bit better, he would come to find out that Vesper was indeed a sweet girl. Very much placed perfectly in the correct house of Gryffindor but truthfully her smile was simply that, a smile. She wasn't trying anything. Nothing that would get either of them into any trouble. Hopefully. Well.. not her anyways cause she was adorable and her big sister loved her so even when Vera found out about this, she would be forgiven.

When Logan didn't pull his arm away from hers immediately, Vesper only grew even happier, a clear spring in her step now as she walked alongside the taller boy. Just for the record here, she did have two older siblings and she was used to walking quickly to keep up. Not that she would complain about him being nice to her and slowly down, so thank you. "Oh, well I wanted to ask you something!" This was where she looked right up at him, her little arm tightening around his even though he could easily shake her off. "You like my big sister, don't you?" Oh, yes. She was getting straight to the point! He did ask!

Internally, the boy was going from one potential topic to the next to prepare himself for whatever it was that Vesper had intentionally caught him out for. Needless to say, in a short amount of time, he had gone through several. The possibilities were truly endless with this little one. With that said, there really wasn't anything he could mentally prepare for. He would just have to wait for her to...

The spring in the girl's step and her arm tightening around his went unnoticed because his mind was racing in response to the question that had been asked. You like my big sister, don't you? The blond locked his eyes on the direct first year and blinked. You like my big sister, don't you? And he blinked again, wondering if she meant as a friend or... He could feel his cheeks starting to warm up. For once he was thankful that it was cold outside and he could use that as an excuse.

"Yeah," Logan told her, doing his best to play it cool and purposefully avoid the potential underlying meaning such a question could have. "Vera and I are friends. Don't think we would be if I didn't like her."

Lissy Longbottom · 07-11-2023, 12:52 AM

Nancy was tired and really didn't feel like coming down to Hogsmeade, but she figured maybe getting out of the castle would be good for her. She was mostly just eagerly awaiting the start of warmer weather - it was true that the cold weather could make you sad, and she was really feeling it this week. Or maybe her head hurt because she'd made like...fifteen friendship bracelets over the past 48 hours and her eyes were strained from staring at tiny beads all day.

She headed into the small town down the main street, intending to head to the Three Broomsticks. A butterbeer actually sounded delicious right now. Maybe she'd grab some candy at Honeydukes before heading back as well. Violeta's birthday was coming up, after all, so maybe she would get her some candy to go with the bracelet she'd made her!

sweetpinkpixie · 07-12-2023, 05:07 AM

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Originally Posted by lottiepot

perhaps if they agreed to playing a couple rounds of wizards chess once a week enzo might be a little more lenient to the idea of a jam session in their dorm every once in a while. Not that fynley really knew how to play chess so wouldn’t exactly make a challenging opponent. Then there was fynn who could do with some assistance for keeper practice out on the quidditch pitch. They might have all been so different but compromise wasn’t exactly hard to achieve and fynn was at least willing to try for the sanity of the next two years. “i don’t even know what his taste in music is” he chuckled. Was it classical? Opera? Was he secretly a heavy metal head? The slytherin had such an eclectic taste in music it didn’t really matter to him what others were listening to unless he was trying to sleep.

In the sixteen year olds opinion, humans were humans and therefore they were all equal whether they were magical or muggle or whatever. The very concept on prejudism had always baffled him, especially considering that the wizarding world could technically inflict more harm to the muggles and therefore should be held responsible for protecting them. He couldn’t help but snort at the minister being called ‘old’. Poor bloke. At least joseph agreed with him. “life would be boring if we just did the same magical things over and over again.” it would be difficult to integrate into muggle communities if they did too.

His shoulders shrugged in response to joseph’s statement. “i don’t want to care about my grades or studying but..” he sighed audibly. “it just sucks that these stupid exams can dictate what you are able to do for the rest of your life.” some people, fynn included, just didn’t test well especially when it came to written exams. That didn’t mean that he was intellectually stupid nor should it mean that he was prohibited from achieving certain careers in the future. If joseph wanted to skip lessons however fynn was in.

Joseph was rather unfamiliar with wizard's chess as well, though he at least knew the basic rules and won the handful of times he had played. Not exactly a triumph he would go around boasting though. "He doesn't like what I listen to," he replied confidently. It was a nonjudgmental comment despite his tone. Well, perhaps there was a bit of judgement to be had since Joseph was weighing Enzo's reactions to the music. "Do you...ever go to concerts or anything?"

Well...the Minister WAS old. That was just a fact. "I reckon we'd be weaker if we solely relied on magic for everything." Physically, mentally, morally, all of those -ly's. "Not unlike muggles becoming reliant on their technology. Suppose those are comparable, magic and technology," he added with a muted chuckle. Isn't that how one could explain any talking inanimate object? That it was some sort of AI?

"I don't know about you...but I'm not keen on letting any one thing tell me who I am and who I'm not," he replied while slipping his hands into the pocket of his gray hoodie. "The whole house system...that too supposedly tells you who you are, but I don't think those do a particularly good job at that either." Which, well, ought to dictate how seriously he was taking his OWL preparation. "But...you do you mate."

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nancy was tired and really didn't feel like coming down to hogsmeade, but she figured maybe getting out of the castle would be good for her. She was mostly just eagerly awaiting the start of warmer weather - it was true that the cold weather could make you sad, and she was really feeling it this week. Or maybe her head hurt because she'd made like...fifteen friendship bracelets over the past 48 hours and her eyes were strained from staring at tiny beads all day.

She headed into the small town down the main street, intending to head to the three broomsticks. A butterbeer actually sounded delicious right now. Maybe she'd grab some candy at honeydukes before heading back as well. Violeta's birthday was coming up, after all, so maybe she would get her some candy to go with the bracelet she'd made her!

Amassing a fair bit of snow, Sage worked on packing it all together and forming a nice round sphere in her hand. She had taken four handfuls along her walk through the high street to make her snowball but had the itch to make one more. Problem being that she had not brought something to stow snowballs with and her bag did not have any charms in place to prevent melting. Whistling to herself, the Slytherin eyed the drain pipes on the sides of the various buildings and shops leading up to the roofs and felt her toes press into the bottoms of her sneakers. That one over there looked sturdy enough...and it was shrouded in a bit of shadow thanks to being slightly tucked into an alley. She could climb that...

Her head almost literally in the clouds, the third year was not as aware of her surroundings as she ought to be and walked right into the back of one of her peers just as she had tossed her perfect snowball up in the air and herself bounce backwards a couple steps. It was entirely the Laws of Gravity's fault if that snowball fell on top of the other girl's head, for the record.

*Lottiepot* · 07-12-2023, 09:11 AM

That was most likely true. He did feel a tiny bit sorry for Enzo having to put up with it all but that was life. As long as it wasn’t actively hurting anyone it shouldn’t matter too much. Live music was something that Fynley wished he could go to more often. Of course with being at school they were restricted to only the school holidays to even be granted the opportunity which then limited who they would be able to see even further. “When I can” he replied to the question. “When I’m not here I mean. I’ve also played in a couple of recitals before if they need a drummer.” Fynn was pretty skilled when it came to the drums and was pretty well versed in adapting to whatever type of music was being played at the time.

It really was such an old fashioned way of life relying solely on something they’d been able to do for centuries. It was also a strangely boring way of living. His parents were both magical, both had respected careers in the Wizarding world but that didn’t mean that they lived an old-fashioned lifestyle. They had a TV and a radio and lived in a Muggle town where the children were encouraged to partake in muggle activities if they so wished. “If we can have both we should use both,” he stated simply.

Fynn hadn’t been bothered as to which house he had been sorted into in fact he was fairly sure he would’ve adapted to whichever he had been assigned quite easily. Slytherin did seem to fit him well but equally he could’ve been a Gryffindor. The only one that didn’t seem to match some aspect of his personality was Ravenclaw. “I’d be inclined to agree if there wasn’t this added pressure from my parents” he shrugged. As much as he hated it, it was something they had to contend with and that wasn’t going to change any time soon. “I just don’t want to be a failure” he admitted for perhaps the first time with a hint of sadness in his voice. Fynn was never one to show his emotions if it wasn’t something positive.

*Kolyander* · 07-12-2023, 01:03 PM

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Originally Posted by Zoe

Internally, the boy was going from one potential topic to the next to prepare himself for whatever it was that Vesper had intentionally caught him out for. Needless to say, in a short amount of time, he had gone through several. The possibilities were truly endless with this little one. With that said, there really wasn't anything he could mentally prepare for. He would just have to wait for her to...

The spring in the girl's step and her arm tightening around his went unnoticed because his mind was racing in response to the question that had been asked. You like my big sister, don't you? The blond locked his eyes on the direct first year and blinked. You like my big sister, don't you? And he blinked again, wondering if she meant as a friend or... He could feel his cheeks starting to warm up. For once he was thankful that it was cold outside and he could use that as an excuse.

"Yeah," Logan told her, doing his best to play it cool and purposefully avoid the potential underlying meaning such a question could have. "Vera and I are friends. Don't think we would be if I didn't like her."

Whatever Logan had been thinking about earlier, Scoot didn't know. In her head, this was all too easy... cause really.. what would she want to talk with Logan about? Unless she needed his help with something but she could simply go to her own brother or sister if she did. So in her first year mind, the fourth year at her side should've been able to figure out the reasoning for this conversation ages ago.

The entire time that Logan's brain seemed to be going into overdrive, Vesper was staring up at him with the sweetest of smiles still plastered on her face. 'They wouldn't be friends if he didn't like her?' Really?! Did he think she was that dumb? "Looooogannnn..." she groaned softly, lightly shaking his arm that she was still holding onto. "That isn't what I mean and you know it. You liiiiiiike her, LIKE her. Right?" This time she put more emphasis on the word 'like' and gave him a look that pretty much was meant to say that she knew. "You can tell me. I already know how she feels about you."

Yup, that's right Logan. She knew things. And who better to trust with knowledge such as this then the girl in mentions little sister?

Zoe · 07-13-2023, 12:37 AM

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Originally Posted by Kolyander

Whatever Logan had been thinking about earlier, Scoot didn't know. In her head, this was all too easy... cause really.. what would she want to talk with Logan about? Unless she needed his help with something but she could simply go to her own brother or sister if she did. So in her first year mind, the fourth year at her side should've been able to figure out the reasoning for this conversation ages ago.

The entire time that Logan's brain seemed to be going into overdrive, Vesper was staring up at him with the sweetest of smiles still plastered on her face. 'They wouldn't be friends if he didn't like her?' Really?! Did he think she was that dumb? "Looooogannnn..." she groaned softly, lightly shaking his arm that she was still holding onto. "That isn't what I mean and you know it. You liiiiiiike her, LIKE her. Right?" This time she put more emphasis on the word 'like' and gave him a look that pretty much was meant to say that she knew. "You can tell me. I already know how she feels about you."

Yup, that's right Logan. She knew things. And who better to trust with knowledge such as this than the girl in mentions little sister?

Now the subject of what Vesper wanted to talk about had been revealed, Logan was eager to find a way to get out of this conversation. Was there anyone on the street he knew that he could latch onto? Maybe he could make an escape by suddenly darting toward the back alley? Or was there a believable excuse he could think up on a whim? As much as his mind was rapidly in motion, his body was not.

Those blue eyes of his were no longer looking at the first year. They instead were looking everywhere but at her, especially when she started going on about whether or not he like-liked the girl's older sister. He didn't respond to her, neither confirming nor denying what she was saying. For a moment he wondered if he could get away without saying anything. He certainly was pushing back those thoughts that told him it wouldn't work in the end; he knew Vesper could be very persistent.

"How -- how does she feel about me?" the blond asked without properly processing the question before it slipped right out of his mouth.

sweetpinkpixie · 07-14-2023, 08:55 AM

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That was most likely true. He did feel a tiny bit sorry for Enzo having to put up with it all but that was life. As long as it wasn’t actively hurting anyone it shouldn’t matter too much. Live music was something that Fynley wished he could go to more often. Of course with being at school they were restricted to only the school holidays to even be granted the opportunity which then limited who they would be able to see even further. “When I can” he replied to the question. “When I’m not here I mean. I’ve also played in a couple of recitals before if they need a drummer.” Fynn was pretty skilled when it came to the drums and was pretty well versed in adapting to whatever type of music was being played at the time.

It really was such an old fashioned way of life relying solely on something they’d been able to do for centuries. It was also a strangely boring way of living. His parents were both magical, both had respected careers in the Wizarding world but that didn’t mean that they lived an old-fashioned lifestyle. They had a TV and a radio and lived in a Muggle town where the children were encouraged to partake in muggle activities if they so wished. “If we can have both we should use both,” he stated simply.

Fynn hadn’t been bothered as to which house he had been sorted into in fact he was fairly sure he would’ve adapted to whichever he had been assigned quite easily. Slytherin did seem to fit him well but equally he could’ve been a Gryffindor. The only one that didn’t seem to match some aspect of his personality was Ravenclaw. “I’d be inclined to agree if there wasn’t this added pressure from my parents” he shrugged. As much as he hated it, it was something they had to contend with and that wasn’t going to change any time soon. “I just don’t want to be a failure” he admitted for perhaps the first time with a hint of sadness in his voice. Fynn was never one to show his emotions if it wasn’t something positive.

"Recitals," he chuckled. "Sounds so prim and proper. Do you sip tea with your pinky finger up as well?" Not to say that he scoffed at recitals or even a classical concert, which may surprise people, but there were associations he had made with the term and being at a boarding school with a stuffy frog choir and just as stuffy orchestra run by certain professors Joseph had never taken to...the snark came out. He realized his snark was, typically, not received kindly and performed a belated kick of snow towards his dormmate as a feeble means of making light of his words. "I'm planning on attending at least one music festival over the summer," he pivoted, the details of which concert and how he was going to make it there were still to be determined. As a last resort it was slipping out into the night and calling the Knight Bus. "...if that's something you might be interested in..." His feet shuffled a bit, snow crunching beneath his boots, and he rubbed his nose with his knuckles briefly before returning his hands into the front pocket on his hoodie. "...hang out away from this institution and after showing them where they can stick exams."

It was a topic that fascinated Joseph to a degree while also unearthed a bit of generational guilt and hints of a superiority complex. There were, afterall, those in his family lineage who were Cult of Walpurgis sympathizers and had done their dirty work. Walpurgis fed into the ideology of the Neo-Alliance and having family, a legacy, that fell on the losing side of history was a heavy burden to carry sometimes. So he simply nodded in agreement - he and Fynn were in agreement on these matters so nothing more need be shared really.

Those words struck a certain chord. Joseph occasionally argued with himself while listening to his 'rage and roar' playlist about a similar sentiment - not wanting to be a failure. He already felt the burden of not being what his parents and siblings expected, so he didn't even try to fit into their mold anymore. Couldn't be a failure if you were not even trying, right? It was nonsensical logic and self deprecating, but it had spared him his sanity thus far so it was here to stay. "And what bars have they set? Not everyone can be a healer or auror." Which, from some of his observations, seemed to be the trendy ambitions among many peers.

*Kolyander* · 07-14-2023, 04:44 PM

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Now the subject of what Vesper wanted to talk about had been revealed, Logan was eager to find a way to get out of this conversation. Was there anyone on the street he knew that he could latch onto? Maybe he could make an escape by suddenly darting toward the back alley? Or was there a believable excuse he could think up on a whim? As much as his mind was rapidly in motion, his body was not.

Those blue eyes of his were no longer looking at the first year. They instead were looking everywhere but at her, especially when she started going on about whether or not he like-liked the girl's older sister. He didn't respond to her, neither confirming nor denying what she was saying. For a moment he wondered if he could get away without saying anything. He certainly was pushing back those thoughts that told him it wouldn't work in the end; he knew Vesper could be very persistent.

"How -- how does she feel about me?" the blond asked without properly processing the question before it slipped right out of his mouth.

Vesper knew from the very beginning that even before she had officially agreed to have this chat with Logan, he wasn't going to make it easy. Why would he just go ahead and tell her what she wanted to know? That would be much too easy. She had expected him to try to get out of answering her. If the situation was reversed, it's what she would've done! So even if he didn't give her the answer that she wanted right now, at some point she was sure she was going to get him to tell her. It's not like she didn't know already, anyhow. It was as plain as day that he liked her big sister.

The small girl gave him a very dramatic eye roll. "Do you really think I'd tell you THAT.. when you couldn't even answer my question first?" Did he really think she was going to give him that information without first knowing how HE felt? "Unless.. you do like her and that's why you don't want to tell me!" Vesper smiled sweetly all over again. If he didn't want to tell her she would gladly stick with her own conclusions and that just might be far worse then him telling her the truth.

*Lottiepot* · 07-14-2023, 08:05 PM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

"Recitals," he chuckled. "Sounds so prim and proper. Do you sip tea with your pinky finger up as well?" Not to say that he scoffed at recitals or even a classical concert, which may surprise people, but there were associations he had made with the term and being at a boarding school with a stuffy frog choir and just as stuffy orchestra run by certain professors Joseph had never taken to...the snark came out. He realized his snark was, typically, not received kindly and performed a belated kick of snow towards his dormmate as a feeble means of making light of his words. "I'm planning on attending at least one music festival over the summer," he pivoted, the details of which concert and how he was going to make it there were still to be determined. As a last resort it was slipping out into the night and calling the Knight Bus. "...if that's something you might be interested in..." His feet shuffled a bit, snow crunching beneath his boots, and he rubbed his nose with his knuckles briefly before returning his hands into the front pocket on his hoodie. "...hang out away from this institution and after showing them where they can stick exams."

It was a topic that fascinated Joseph to a degree while also unearthed a bit of generational guilt and hints of a superiority complex. There were, afterall, those in his family lineage who were Cult of Walpurgis sympathizers and had done their dirty work. Walpurgis fed into the ideology of the Neo-Alliance and having family, a legacy, that fell on the losing side of history was a heavy burden to carry sometimes. So he simply nodded in agreement - he and Fynn were in agreement on these matters so nothing more need be shared really.

Those words struck a certain chord. Joseph occasionally argued with himself while listening to his 'rage and roar' playlist about a similar sentiment - not wanting to be a failure. He already felt the burden of not being what his parents and siblings expected, so he didn't even try to fit into their mold anymore. Couldn't be a failure if you were not even trying, right? It was nonsensical logic and self deprecating, but it had spared him his sanity thus far so it was here to stay. "And what bars have they set? Not everyone can be a healer or auror." Which, from some of his observations, seemed to be the trendy ambitions among many peers.

’Recitals’ was near enough the close enough word for what Fynley had been able to perform in as a child. It wasn’t like they were going to let a twelve year old boy participate in a full on rock concert even if that had been his preference. He rolled his eyes playfully at Joseph, shaking his head. “Hey now, you surely know me well enough to know I’m not the prim and proper type?” His family weren’t poor but that didn’t mean he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and it wasn’t like he associated himself much with his family anyway. In fact he was seriously considering taking up a part time job over the summer in order to avoid spending time with his parents and sister and to make some spare cash of his own. The less his parents could hold over him the better in his opinion. It wasn’t that they were necessarily bad parents it was just that they had been distant ever since his ‘miracle’ sister was born. “Sadly they just wouldn’t let young me loose on a drum kit if I wasn’t performing in some concert or another. It was more cymbals and base drum and less high hat and snares” he chuckled.

Speaking of avoiding home during the summer, Joseph suggested that they might want to hang out and attend a few music festivals together. “Yeah, sure!” the Slytherin replied. It was pretty amazing how far their friendship had progressed since the first day they had met. Fynn was quite sure that his sociable and charismatic personality would grate on the quieter and reserved boy and he himself would get fed up of trying to make an effort to get his less sociable dormmates to do something with him. The truth was that Fynley quite enjoyed the relative quietness (if you ignored the loud music) of his dorm just as long as he wasn’t completely alone. It had seemed that despite their complete opposite personalities the two actually had a fair bit in common and the sixteen year old was starting to enjoy the time they spent together. “Have you ever been camping?” It wasn’t a true music festival experience unless you were wading ankle deep in mud and contending with a flood inside your tent but honestly that was part of the fun.

Admitting that he was struggling under the pressure was not something that Fynn readily shared with anyone so Joseph’s next question came as a bit of a surprise. His parents both worked respectable careers in the Wizarding World, one being an Obliviator and the other a Herbologist. They hadn’t outwardly expected Fynn to follow in one of their footsteps but the regular OWLs he received from home asking how studying was progressing was pressure enough. His shoulders shrugged in response. “Nothing particular they just want me to do well. They probably want me to go to the Ministry or University or something. Something academic, y’know?” The fifth year had no desire to be stuck behind a desk and despite the sociable aspect of school being great he couldn’t wait to be out of education full stop. “But that’s just not me.”

Zoe · 07-17-2023, 06:00 AM

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Originally Posted by Kolyander

Vesper knew from the very beginning that even before she had officially agreed to have this chat with Logan, he wasn't going to make it easy. Why would he just go ahead and tell her what she wanted to know? That would be much too easy. She had expected him to try to get out of answering her. If the situation was reversed, it's what she would've done! So even if he didn't give her the answer that she wanted right now, at some point she was sure she was going to get him to tell her. It's not like she didn't know already, anyhow. It was as plain as day that he liked her big sister.

The small girl gave him a very dramatic eye roll. "Do you really think I'd tell you THAT.. when you couldn't even answer my question first?" Did he really think she was going to give him that information without first knowing how HE felt? "Unless.. you do like her and that's why you don't want to tell me!" Vesper smiled sweetly all over again. If he didn't want to tell her she would gladly stick with her own conclusions and that just might be far worse than him telling her the truth.

He peeked a glance at the little first year to see if he had somehow managed to be successful in avoiding her question. The odds, as he had assumed, were low ... nonexistent in fact. There was no way he was going to be able to weasel his way out of this one. It truly was unfortunate for him to say the least. Nevertheless, the blond was going to keep up with maneuvering around this whole ~~trap~~ situation the best he could.

A sigh sounded as he rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand. "It was worth a try," Logan muttered quietly, definitely loud enough for Vesper to hear even though he was mainly speaking to himself. No other words were said as they continued to walk in wherever direction they were heading. At this point was peering into shop windows, though none of the merchandise within was registering in his mind as he was rapidly sifting through what to say as if he were strategizing for a game of wizard's chess.

"Hypothetically," he started, pausing at that particular word for emphasis before he continued, "if I were interested in your sister in that way, would it be worth acting on because those feelings would be reciprocated?"

sweetpinkpixie · 07-18-2023, 03:06 AM

SPOILER!!: the baby 'kangaroo' reluctantly accepts the nickname

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Originally Posted by Lottiepot

’Recitals’ was near enough the close enough word for what Fynley had been able to perform in as a child. It wasn’t like they were going to let a twelve year old boy participate in a full on rock concert even if that had been his preference. He rolled his eyes playfully at Joseph, shaking his head. “Hey now, you surely know me well enough to know I’m not the prim and proper type?” His family weren’t poor but that didn’t mean he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and it wasn’t like he associated himself much with his family anyway. In fact he was seriously considering taking up a part time job over the summer in order to avoid spending time with his parents and sister and to make some spare cash of his own. The less his parents could hold over him the better in his opinion. It wasn’t that they were necessarily bad parents it was just that they had been distant ever since his ‘miracle’ sister was born. “Sadly they just wouldn’t let young me loose on a drum kit if I wasn’t performing in some concert or another. It was more cymbals and base drum and less high hat and snares” he chuckled.

Speaking of avoiding home during the summer, Joseph suggested that they might want to hang out and attend a few music festivals together. “Yeah, sure!” the Slytherin replied. It was pretty amazing how far their friendship had progressed since the first day they had met. Fynn was quite sure that his sociable and charismatic personality would grate on the quieter and reserved boy and he himself would get fed up of trying to make an effort to get his less sociable dormmates to do something with him. The truth was that Fynley quite enjoyed the relative quietness (if you ignored the loud music) of his dorm just as long as he wasn’t completely alone. It had seemed that despite their complete opposite personalities the two actually had a fair bit in common and the sixteen year old was starting to enjoy the time they spent together. “Have you ever been camping?” It wasn’t a true music festival experience unless you were wading ankle deep in mud and contending with a flood inside your tent but honestly that was part of the fun.

Admitting that he was struggling under the pressure was not something that Fynn readily shared with anyone so Joseph’s next question came as a bit of a surprise. His parents both worked respectable careers in the Wizarding World, one being an Obliviator and the other a Herbologist. They hadn’t outwardly expected Fynn to follow in one of their footsteps but the regular OWLs he received from home asking how studying was progressing was pressure enough. His shoulders shrugged in response. “Nothing particular they just want me to do well. They probably want me to go to the Ministry or University or something. Something academic, y’know?” The fifth year had no desire to be stuck behind a desk and despite the sociable aspect of school being great he couldn’t wait to be out of education full stop. “But that’s just not me.”

On the verge of grinning, Joseph chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. "You never know. It's not like I know everything about you. Could very easily surprise me and subvert expectations." Just a tad of self reflection woven in with that response as well. "At least you have the music room now and no parentals to tell you otherwise." Though he hadn't come across his dormmate just yet while he had been passing through - that was the point though, not to run into anyone while he was in there. Just thinking about it had his fingers flexing into a certain starting position for his favorite rift from Fiendfyre Funeral. Something he noticed only because a gust of icy wind danced across the backs of his knuckles and gave him a bit of a chill - obviously not inside his hoodie's pocket.

Anyway.

His cheeks lifted ever so slightly as his lips curled into a smile. Of course it could just be an empty promise and just words, but that was not the vibe and understanding he was receiving from Fynley and those wavelengths were ones he felt a very ardent need to be receptive to. "Cool, there are plenty of options so...yeah." One in particular that he continued to toy around going to but...he was not so sure that it would be something his dormmate would be into considering how obsessive he was (pretending) to be about OWLs. "Um...once or twice I think before Hogwarts." Nothing that particularly stuck out in his memory besides his brother's inability to keep his limbs to himself in his sleeping bag and smacking Joseph more than a few times across the brow and chest and wherever else. "...it's been a moment..." He loved the outdoors and would settled out on the grounds if the grumpy groundskeeper wouldn't make a fuss over it. The three house was somewhere he had every intention of camping out in some night. Eventually. "...never outside of a music festival though..." Too intrusive? He felt he could make that leap in logic plausible considering the context of their conversation. "...which sounds...awesome."

Joseph nodded, his hands finally returning to his big pocket as he rocked back just a little on to his heels. "So...do well...in the same manner that they...did well..." he concluded with a slightly wrinkle of disgust to his nose and roll of the head as if he were a cobra being charmed by an enchanted pungi. "...funny how parents can see us...without actually seeing us."

*Lottiepot* · 07-19-2023, 07:47 PM

Had he been someone else he might’ve been offended that Joseph thought there was a possibility he was one of those prim and proper types who enjoyed a spot of classical orchestral music. Not that he’d diss anyone who did have that taste but it really wasn’t for him. There was too much focus on strings and not enough lyricism for his liking and after a few minutes he found himself thinking that every piece of music was starting to sound much the same. “We share a room every night, believe me there’s probably not much you don’t know about me by this point.” Unlike the other two, Fynn wasn’t particularly private or quiet when it came to what he enjoyed and didn’t.

Fynley wasn’t exactly a camping connoisseur himself, to be honest he couldn’t actually remember the last time he had indulged in a bit of an outdoor retreat but he’d always liked the idea of it. Not one to be particularly fussed about grooming or keeping clean or avoiding the outdoors, sleeping in a tent surrounded by mates and enjoying live music sounded absolutely idyllic right now. “Let’s do it then. Find a date and a festival to go to and I’ll be there.” He patted his dormmate on the shoulder with his hand.

“Sometimes parents see us as who they want us to be and not for who we actually are.” His shoulders simply shrugged as even as the words flowed out of his mouth he realised he sounded as philosophical as his Dad did. Ironic really. The other ironic thing was that Fynn wasn’t usually one to open up as much as this to anyone. He was always seen as the guy with the smile on his face and bouncing between friendship groups without a care in the world. Clearly his carefree attitude was somewhat of a front in order to avoid admitting that he was struggling internally until the day he was likely to explode.

But for now he was keeping the lid firmly on that jar. Except for when he was with Joseph evidently who for some reason Fynn found it easy to be honest with.

*Kolyander* · 07-20-2023, 01:34 PM

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Originally Posted by Zoe

He peeked a glance at the little first year to see if he had somehow managed to be successful in avoiding her question. The odds, as he had assumed, were low ... nonexistent in fact. There was no way he was going to be able to weasel his way out of this one. It truly was unfortunate for him to say the least. Nevertheless, the blond was going to keep up with maneuvering around this whole ~~trap~~ situation the best he could.

A sigh sounded as he rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand. "It was worth a try," Logan muttered quietly, definitely loud enough for Vesper to hear even though he was mainly speaking to himself. No other words were said as they continued to walk in wherever direction they were heading. At this point was peering into shop windows, though none of the merchandise within was registering in his mind as he was rapidly sifting through what to say as if he were strategizing for a game of wizard's chess.

"Hypothetically," he started, pausing at that particular word for emphasis before he continued, "if I were interested in your sister in that way, would it be worth acting on because those feelings would be reciprocated?"

If Logan thought he was going to get out of this that easily, the poor older Gryffindor boy was so very sadly mistaken. He could try all he wanted but in the end, she was going to get her way. One way or anything, she would get him to tell her the truth. Even if she had to corner him at every single chance that she got.

Vesper didn't comment on his muttered words, but she did smile at him. Why he continued to try to avoid the question, was beyond her comprehension. Wouldn't it be easier to come clean? She thought so. Knowing the truth could be very beneficial to both of them. Vera might not want to kick her butt when she found out what she was doing.. and he could talk to Vera about whatever it was they needed to discuss. It would be a win, win situation.

Only, Logan was being troublesome. The youngest Thanatos let out a huffed breath, still staring up at him with light brown eyes. "Hypothetically speaking, those feelings might be reciprocated." There was a small pause and the most sweetest smile. "But I'm not dumb, Logan. I know what you're trying to do and.. honestly, I don't even mind because you're avoidance of the question and trying to trick me into telling you something... only tells me that you DO like her in that way." This knowledge which she was going to believe was true, whether or not it was now had her bouncing on her toes. "You do know though, that if you did tell me a simple yes or no on this.. that I would leave you alone, right?" Given she believed him not to be lying to her that is.

"I'd even be able to help you, if you wanted." She was as much on his side as she was her sisters. Vera being happy was her top priority. So stop being so stubborn Logan Paton and let her help the two of you!

SilverTiger · 10-07-2023, 01:21 AM

She didn’t have to come to Hogsmeade. There was a small part of Pippa that was perverse enough that wanted to tell her to stay behind in the castle, as if she was physically unable to visit. However, her sister had reminded her the week before the trip that their parents would have made certain any necessary permissions would be covered, and honestly it was probably just the thought that the youngest Wild wouldn’t be there that was holding her back. As well as the concern that Laszlo wouldn’t be able to join her in the bat’s usual spot half hidden in her wild curls.

In any case, that small sliver of doubt had been pushed back as usual, and girl and bat were there. In Hogsmeade. The biggest dilemma was deciding where she wanted to go first, and therefore the Gryffindor was lingering in the street. Considering.

Maybe she ought to put up posters asking for guitar lessons here.

Chelliephone · 10-07-2023, 05:49 PM

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Originally Posted by SilverTiger

She didn’t have to come to Hogsmeade. There was a small part of Pippa that was perverse enough that wanted to tell her to stay behind in the castle, as if she was physically unable to visit. However, her sister had reminded her the week before the trip that their parents would have made certain any necessary permissions would be covered, and honestly it was probably just the thought that the youngest Wild wouldn’t be there that was holding her back. As well as the concern that Laszlo wouldn’t be able to join her in the bat’s usual spot half hidden in her wild curls.

In any case, that small sliver of doubt had been pushed back as usual, and girl and bat were there. In Hogsmeade. The biggest dilemma was deciding where she wanted to go first, and therefore the Gryffindor was lingering in the street. Considering.

Maybe she ought to put up posters asking for guitar lessons here.

Despite Alouette's encouragement and suggestions to Pippa that she should get out and explore the small village once the Hogsmeade weekend rolled around, she had still not been entirely sold herself on if she was going to do the same. She had yet to make any solid friendships here at Hogwarts, and going alone seemed so droll. And yet, when morning dawned she couldn't let herself be hypocritical and stay within the walls of her own common room in the dungeons and instead managed to tear herself away from the view of under the Lake and dressed for the day.

She'd settled on a sweater in her favorite shade of purple, so light it was nearly white, and a flared gray skirt. Add a simple jacket, some long socks and her boots and she was ready for the excursion. Well, all that and some simple heating charms so that she didn't absolutely freeze.

She wasn't quite sure where to go and explore first, so making her way down the main street she glanced this way and that to decide which shop to meander into - when the familiar head of blonde curls belonging to her sister caught her attention and she danced her way instead - arm slipping through the younger Wild's. "Should we get our Christmas shopping done today while we're down here? It seems to almost have just as much variety as Diagon Alley does. Though... it is a bit disappointing there isn't an ice cream parlour available."

*Lottiepot* · 10-13-2023, 07:53 PM

Hogsmeade might not have been the most interesting of places for a sixteen year old boy to be visiting but it felt great to get the opportunity to head out the castle for a moment and breathe in the ever so slightly different air. Fynley would never describe himself as claustrophobic, in fact he quite enjoyed being in amongst the crowd and surrounded by people but there was something so repetitive and suffocating about seeing the same stone walls over and over again that it was beginning to get to him.

He had no intention with his movements, nor did he have a particular shop he needed to visit or someone he was going to meet so down the street he trod. The thin layer of snow that was beginning to settle on the ground crunched beneath his feet. His hands were shoved in his pockets although his body language wasn’t defensive, he was just cold. If someone was to cross his path he’d be happy to have a conversation with them if it was riveting enough.

The street however was looking alarmingly quiet and all that was in his immediate view was the puff of hot air coming from his mouth as he sighed.

astrocat · 10-16-2023, 02:28 AM

SPOILER!!: Fynley

Brandon didn't believe in being cold. He'd shout at his sister if she left the house without a hat, gloves, coat, sweater, and scarf, but that was different! Inexplicably, he thought it was fine if he went out with only a jacket. He claimed that he didn't like hats and gloves 'dulling his senses' and that he 'liked feeling alive'. He didn't feel so alive right now, to be honest...

He walked down the street by himself, looking very, very cold. His ears were pink and his lips were what some people (his sister, who did NOT approve of his lack of cold weather gear) would call "purpley". His hands where pink in places and white in others. He was cold.

As he walked down the street, he nodded politely at an older, equally cold-looking boy. Then he slipped on a patch of ice and faceplanted.

.......................

This was not his best moment. Also his nose was bleeding all over the snow.

*Lottiepot* · 10-20-2023, 06:34 PM

To be honest, Fynley wasn’t all that fussed about it being cold either. It was only his hands that were feeling the bitterness of the winter air hence why they were now in the confines of his jean pockets. The rest of him, thanks to the fairly thick oversized jumper he had on disguising his lean figure was pretty toasty. Winter wear wasn’t something that was often on his radar and it was very unlikely that he would be spotted in a scarf or woolly hat or gloves, not that he paid much attention to fashion trends or whatever but it just wasn’t.. him.

Winters did hit a little differently in Scotland though.

Cold enough to produce patches of black ice for unsuspected younger kids to slip on right in front of him. It took the Slytherin a couple of seconds to register what had happened and had there not been a slight red tint to the snow from a bleeding nose, he may have let out an amused snort from the sight. Poor kid was probably embarrassed enough however and after a second of just staring down at him, he thought it best to check he hadn’t knocked himself out or something. “Err.. You alright, mate?” he asked, his accent resembling the British side of his family even more having basically become fully integrated back to life in the UK.

SilverTiger · 10-21-2023, 01:20 AM

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Originally Posted by Chelliephone

Despite Alouette's encouragement and suggestions to Pippa that she should get out and explore the small village once the Hogsmeade weekend rolled around, she had still not been entirely sold herself on if she was going to do the same. She had yet to make any solid friendships here at Hogwarts, and going alone seemed so droll. And yet, when morning dawned she couldn't let herself be hypocritical and stay within the walls of her own common room in the dungeons and instead managed to tear herself away from the view of under the Lake and dressed for the day.

She'd settled on a sweater in her favorite shade of purple, so light it was nearly white, and a flared gray skirt. Add a simple jacket, some long socks and her boots and she was ready for the excursion. Well, all that and some simple heating charms so that she didn't absolutely freeze.

She wasn't quite sure where to go and explore first, so making her way down the main street she glanced this way and that to decide which shop to meander into - when the familiar head of blonde curls belonging to her sister caught her attention and she danced her way instead - arm slipping through the younger Wild's. "Should we get our Christmas shopping done today while we're down here? It seems to almost have just as much variety as Diagon Alley does. Though... it is a bit disappointing there isn't an ice cream parlour available."

She could always count on Alouette to look like a fashion plate. It was one of the things Pippa had always found amusing, probably because her own style was rather edgier than her sister’s. For example, she had an artfully tattered red jumper on underneath a black leather motorcycle jacket she’d borrowed from Dad a couple years ago and never returned, over lined denim leggings and black boots with wool socks underneath. Plus, her hair practically acted as an insulator, anyhow. Laszlo obviously thought so, anyhow.

Her thoughts had still been on the flyers to request a guitar tutor as her sister had finally caught up to her, meaning it had taken a moment before she had turned to acknowledge Allie’s arrival. Only a moment, though, as she had glanced down at their entwined arms before looking up at her sister’s face with a laugh. “Probably. I doubt we’ll have much chance to buy anything once we’ve returned to London”, she mused aloud. Not that she was particularly fussed over presents. She’d figure things out one way or another.

“You always are up for ice cream, aren’t you?”, she added, laughing softly a second time. It wasn’t exactly balmy in Scotland at the moment. Definitely different from New Zealand this time of the year. Especially at the reserve.

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