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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Headmistress - Prof. Regina Hawthorne (Zoe) Deputy Head - Prof. Paul Myers (kayquilz)
School Staff Ancient Runes - Prof. Regina Hawthorne (Zoe) Arithmancy - Prof. Bethany Holmes (NPC) Astronomy - Prof. Kalen Kennedy (MunchyBubbles) CoMC - Prof. Tristan Wayland (Suziella) Charms - Prof. Gaston Marchand (MadMadamMalfoy) DADA - Prof. Roderik Hirsch (hermionesclone) Divination - Prof. Laurel Vance (Nordic Witch) Flying - Mr. Haraldur Baldvinsson (potterobsessionist) Herbology - Prof. Paul Myers (kayquilz) History of Magic - Prof. Charles Curtains (Goblinfrog) Muggle Studies - Prof. Kaysha Stewart (FearlessLeader19) Potions - Prof. Ignatius Noble (hermygirl) Transfiguration - Prof. Celestia Grimsbane (Nifflerfan)
School Poltergeist - Peeves School Ghost - Moaning Myrtle House Elves - Algamus, Argyle, Beezley, Nimma, Pips, Quirly, Schmoop, Tinka, Tippin, Toddles
Head Boy - Tenacius Salander (Steelsheen) Head Girl - Henrietta Kramer (Lady of Light)
Gryffindor House Ghost - Nearly Headless Nick Head of House - Prof. Gaston Marchand (MadMadamMalfoy) House Prefects - Tenacius Salander (Steelsheen), Olivia Holden (Watson) House Captain - Zoryn Spinnet (ArianaBlack)
Hufflepuff House Ghost - Fat Friar Head of House - Prof. Paul Myers (kayquilz) House Prefects - Derfael Ashburry-Hawthorne (sweetpinkpixie), Henrietta Kramer (Lady of Light) House Captain - Isabel Wright (griffin)
Ravenclaw House Ghost - Grey Lady Head of House - Prof. Roderik Hirsch (hermionesclone) House Prefects - Erik Jessup III (NPC), Jessa Cambridge (DaniDiNardo) House Captain - Kirk Forsfelle (Charely Potter)
Slytherin House Ghost - Bloody Baron Head of House - Prof. Laurel Vance (Nordic Witch) House Prefects - Flynn Kowalski (Sneakeh Cat), Vivian Fairfield (Kimothy) House Captain - Skylar Diggory (PhoenixRising)
Hogsmeade Shopkeepers Dervish and Banges - Saul Bunyons Gladrags Wizardwear - Summer Longshadow Hog's Head Pub - Samuel Huxley Honeydukes - Maisie Windell Madame Puddifoot's - Sapphira Puddifoot Scrivenshaft's - Tony Killingworth Simply Stylish Salon - Monte Bossa Three Broomsticks - Harold Lagerty Zonko's Joke Shop - Emerald McDougal
Puff by day, snake by night | Mj's bestie | Always UP to Something...
Let's get this term started!!
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She simply nodded her head at the Seer's question about Bali at first. But then she went on to give more specifics, especially if the woman started asking questions about her time in the United States. Considering she hadn't been the only one to go there. "Yes, quite beautiful. Very peaceful as well. It is definitely one of the best places in the world to go to clear your mind."
Charles' compliment was a bit much, to say the least. The woman continued to nod and smile when he spoke before he went to take his seat.
But that compliment didn't stay at the forefront of her mind for obvious reasons. She was still thinking about what Roderik had said to her in front of everyone. And she could tell that Laurel was THINKING things. Merlin... Regina was going to let the blonde think whatever she wanted. Not a single peep was coming from her.
Her attention quickly shifted over to Haraldur after he bumped into her. She remained silent rather than tell him to watch be more careful and took the opportunity to rise from her seat. It was time to get the feast started, especially now that Paul had finally arrived, and get everyone to bed. And get to the bottom of the whole Hershey's kisses ordeal.
The shenanigans at the Hufflepuff table didn't go unnoticed either. Her eyes narrowed at a certain few as she made her way up to the podium.
"Good evening, everyone! To those of you who are new to Hogwarts, welcome. As for those of you who are returning, welcome back," the headmistress greeted, wasting no time to get the speech started now that she was standing in front of the entire hall. "I have a few announcements as per usual."
"As some of you have noticed, there are some new faces seated with me tonight at the staff table. First, Professor Charles Curtains has taken over History of Magic from former professor Rosalyn Marchand. Next, Professor Ignatius Noble has taken over Potions from former professor and healer River Reed. And lastly, Professor Celestia Grimsbane has taken over Transfiguration from former professor Camilla Stewart. We also have a new healer, Miss Penelope Macmillan, who is joining us after serving St. Mungo's for many years. Please join me in welcoming our new staff members."
Regina made a gesture to each figure and clapped her hands together in applause.
"The next order of business is that Quidditch has finally made its return to Hogwarts. Tryout sessions will be happening in the days ahead. Please take note of the notices about the tryouts in your common rooms or speak to your House captain directly."
Rather than wait for an applause (she was already anticipating a few loud cheers), she carried on to the final part of her speech.
"Classes, of course, begin tomorrow and kick off the beginning of a new term. As always, engage yourself and take ownership of your learning for what you learn here can open so many doors for you in the future." She paused a moment to let that message sink in before adding, "But first, let us enjoy a delicious feast, courtesy of the house-elves, together and then head to bed."
With a swift wave of her hand, food and drink appeared on all five tables. Having no more to say, she made her way back to her seat ... where there would hopefully be no more mentions of Hershey's kisses or any questions on what that was all about.
Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Hmm...
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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19
Making a few stops to the local places including Hogs Head and Honeydukes was normal enough but Kaysha was bored and impatient at present. She made her way to the Back Alley. She constantly looked over her shoulder. There was a job to be done and she had every intention of properly completing it.
"Everything is going according to plan so far,'' she reminded herself. Her face filled with determination as she told herself that the action plan was going to continue this way. Once again, a glance was cast over her shoulder and there was that rare smirk on her face.
Cassie had slipped with ease through the bustle of the a busy Hogsmeade and approached the musty shop with interest befitting it. Interest that likely hadn't been given it in all that much time. When she stood directly in front of her destination, the Ravenclaw looked upon the columns on either side of the door with a gaze that didn’t seem to be blinking all that much. If at all. She slipped the paint from beneath her robes and proceeded to add brush strokes to the painted wooden surface that was in need of a new paint job. Red brush marks soon marred the faux marble, forming over time into the shape of an eagle. A distorted representation of her house mascot.
And then it was done and the seventh year turned her back and stepped away from it with not a care in the world.
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Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Honeydukes was hit too ... ruh roh! Go react, lovelies!
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Originally Posted by Holmesian Feline
The brunette walked towards the sweet shop with a steady gait, but it wasn’t the inviting door with the escaping intoxicating smells she aimed for. She didn't seem to care about the occasional student or students loitering around the busy location. The glass window of Honeydukes was alight with display upon display of brightly colored candies,much like the shelves that could be seen within, the metallic wrappings of some of them catching the light of the sun outside the store. However Cassie didn’t blink as the reflections appeared in her vision….no…her gaze was still looking straight at the clear, clean surface even as she lifted the paint brush from its previous home dipped in the can held within her other hand.
Followed by the almost mechanical moving of her arm as she applied bristles to glass and added the first fresh red marks upon the window. Swish upon slow swish upon the glass. The wet paint looking as if it was seeping in and spreading as her hand and the brush moved along the surface,with the occasional heavy streaks threatening to drip and distort the almost graceful up-swept wings being drawn upon the surface.
Let your light shine || Be the sun || You're important. Always.
So was Madame Puddifoot's!
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Rylee moved onward through the crowded and noisy pavements littered with way to many people. She moved right up to the shop front without so much as a sound or a blink of the eye. Holding the can of paint up she lifted the brush from it and smeared it's contents along the wood of the shop. Think bright red brush strokes up, down and across all done in a very robotic manner.
It wasn't until the form of a hawk was clear as day on the front of the shop that the brush was returned into the paint can which was put back into her bag.
The same way Rylee had shown up at the shop was how she turned and walked away. Without any true care for anything at all.
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There was one bright red wing now present on the glassy surface and with a few more quick yet purposeful strokes there was another red wing to join its brethren. Cassie took no survey of her work as she went along in her absent movements, just pushed forward as she continued her window painting. Swish…swish…swish. Swish…swish…swish. Her paint-filled brush soon curving into the form of the hawk’s body to add to the display.
Swish…swish…swish.
Dip.
She smoothly dipped her paintbrush in the paint can to fill it once more before reapplying the brustles to her wet work. Swish…swish…swish. Swish…swish…swish. The rest of the bird of prey gradually grew out of her brush strokes as she moved her arm and hand with steady actions to draw it upon the shop window. Her gaze focused and still, even as she moved her attention to mimic with the move of the brush.
Ability is nothing without Opportunity | | Creativity is Intelligence having FUN
Simply Stylish Salon also gets an unscheduled makeover
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Originally Posted by Kolyander
Being small had many advantages. One being that it was super easy to slip away unnoticed. Rylee made her way through the crowd of adults and students alike without any trouble, with a sense of purpose. Her stride was calm and sure lacking any excitement that the young girl usually carried. With a steady gaze she came to a stop in front of the overly colorful shop.
Pulling the paint can from her bag she went about adding a new shape onto the outside of the shop. This one red.
Swishy-swish. One painted line meeting another. Dip dip. Swish went the brush again adding the final brush strokes the paint dripping slightly from the large newly painted hawk.
Dip went the brush back into the paint.
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++Tenacius ++🐦++ Salander++🐦++ Deo ++🐦++ Vickers ++🐦++ Huxley ++🐦+ Aquila++ Yeah thats what crazy is, when its broken you say theres nothing to fix++++++++++++++++++++ +++++++And you pray that everything will be okay, while you're making all the same mistakes
Ability is nothing without Opportunity | | Creativity is Intelligence having FUN
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Originally Posted by The Narrator
What was that? The steady drip... drip... drip of something?
Was it water? Where was it coming from?
Your sense of hearing leads you to the Clock Tower Entrance. A trail of red drips lies in a single straight line on the stone floor. Suspicious, no? It's enough to make you investigate further, and look up at the ever swinging pendulum where a familiar yet eerie sight greets you.
The hawk seemed to glow brilliantly, its outline stark against the metal, almost as if someone had stopped the clock's movement to create it before starting the pendulum off again. Clearly they hadn't hung around for the paint to dry though, as a trail of liquid runs down from the hawks tail, along the pendulum and onto the floor beneath.
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++Tenacius ++🐦++ Salander++🐦++ Deo ++🐦++ Vickers ++🐦++ Huxley ++🐦+ Aquila++ Yeah thats what crazy is, when its broken you say theres nothing to fix++++++++++++++++++++ +++++++And you pray that everything will be okay, while you're making all the same mistakes
It was the dead of night, and Maxton Carden slowly made his way up to the second floor, the only sound was the soft thud of his slippers on the cold corridor floor. He came to a sudden stop when he reached the right spot between a portrait and the statue of a gargoyle.
The Slytherin gazed momentarily at the bare stone wall before reaching into the rucksack of supplies he had brought along.
He dipped a paintbrush into a small pot of bright red paint and got to work, moving the brush in swift, concise strokes. He normally wasn't the artistic type, but it seemed something had changed tonight and it didn't take long for the red hawk to become visible in the strokes he was making.
Satisfied with his work, Max dipped the brush back into the red paint and got to work underneath his creation.
This time, they were words:
END THE STRUGGLE
His job complete, Max packed his rucksack, slung it over one shoulder and wandered drowsily back in the direction of the Slytherin Common Room.
And in the Basement Corridor
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Originally Posted by Birchwoodmom
Emmalyn trekked her way down the basement corridor in complete silence. The dark of night would have normally caused her to stumble, but her focus was so precise that her feet lead a steady path to her destination. She knew she must accomplish her task and there would be no stopping her.
Once she arrived at the middle of the corridor, she turned to face an empty patch of stone wall. She pulled the brush out of her robe pocket and methodically dipped it in the bright red paint. Her left arm lifted into the air and she put brush to stone wall. Her strokes were bold and the image began to take shape.
Dip then stroke, dip then stroke.
The image of a hawk slowly spread across the stone as she continued to dip and stroke her brush. Her energy and resolve never faltered in her work. After the full image of the hawk was complete, Emmalyn took a small step back and selected a clear space below to finish her task. With steady hand, she painted
EXPOSE THE INEQUALITY
After completing her mission, she thoughtlessly started back towards the Hufflepuff dorm, her footsteps making the only sound.
Jedi Master•General Iroh•Java Junkie• King ♛ Stefan •Mycroft Holmes•Dragon Lord•Druid Boy
It's back! (from the Job Fair / Wizarding U)
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Originally Posted by The Narrator
Drip, drip, drip. Your keen ears separate a strange sound from the din of Job Fair conversation. A droplet of what appears to be deep red paint splashes onto the floor, then another and another. Where is it all coming from?
Your eyes gaze upward in the direction the drops came, and you're met with an eerie sight. The floating candles that light the Great Hall are dripping red paint. Suddenly they form the shape of a hawk, and a message appears on the ceiling:
EXPOSE THE INEQUALITY! END THE STRUGGLE!
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"It didn't go quite as planned." | The Underground Studio Translation: I may have caused irreversible damage on a monumental scale.
Jedi Master•General Iroh•Java Junkie• King ♛ Stefan •Mycroft Holmes•Dragon Lord•Druid Boy
From Professor K Stew's office.
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Originally Posted by The Narrator
An owl lurks in the rafters of the Muggle Studies professor's office. Unless one happens to be looking up, it would be easy to miss the creature's presence. The bird hovers overhead, then circles the room a few times, as if searching for the professor in question.
Yellow eyes lock on their target, and the owl swoops down with a loud hoot. A black envelope falls from its talons. There’s something written on it in deep red - a shade of red suspiciously similar to the paint seen dripping at the Job fair a few months ago. The writing spells out the name of the envelopes intended recipient: Kaysha Stewart.
Just as quickly as it came, the owl flies out the nearest window.
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"It didn't go quite as planned." | The Underground Studio Translation: I may have caused irreversible damage on a monumental scale.
Dem Carters | even 🕊🕊 have pride | | Expecto PAWtronum 🐈 | U-NA-GI
*Homer Simpson-esque screech*
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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19
Earbuds were firmly placed in Kay's ears and The Script's music blared. As a result, she failed to hear the ruffle of the bird's wings as she reorganised some folders on her laptop. Not until the owl swooped low, casting a shadow and the letter fell onto her lap did she come out of her reverie. The actions were enough to startle her and had anyone been in her office at the time, they would have heard the gasp.
Ripping the buds out of her ear, the woman watched the owl flutter out of her window. She shook her head slightly before directing her attention to the note. The red printed on the envelope was immediately familiar. Excitement started to take over as the flap was pulled open and the parchment removed.
The words made a small smirk grace her features.
“The time has come for the Hawk to Fly.”
What could that mean.....?!
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Breakfast wouldn't be for a couple of hours, but Kye was already standing in front of the Great Hall. She gazed ahead, her mind was rather... fuzzy. No thoughts passed through, no daydreaming, or anything else for that matter, except for what could be described as a small voice of motivation to keep going. Keep moving. Do what needs to be done. Finding herself having come to a complete stop, Kye stared blankly at the doors before her. It was clear that the message was not being received loudly enough, wasn't it? That would change soon. She walked through to the other side of the hall and put down her bucket at the wall behind the staff table. She dipped her brush, letting the paint cling in a generous portion, before it hit the wall. In as big of an arc as she could make, Kye got to work. It wouldn't be long before the hawk was clearly made out, and the message could be received. Soon the hawk was saturated, and a few drops of the red paint started to make their way down. Her work in here was done. Kye spun on the spot, and left the Great Hall. Her bucket was not yet empty...
Dem Carters | even 🕊🕊 have pride | | Expecto PAWtronum 🐈 | U-NA-GI
Just what could the Ilvermorny Potions Master be doing back in Scotland....? And exactly is this 'pixie dust' he is trying to pass along?
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Originally Posted by Duncan Williams
If he was in his usual mood, the man would've been disgruntled, bored and generally unhappy about the prospect of being back in his country again. The weather was poor, the people were even worse and to top things off, there wasn't a single Dunkin Donuts branch in sight.
But today? Today, Duncan Williams was in an exceptional mood and you didn't have to be particularly observant to see it either. His usually neutral expression was replaced with a half-smile, half-smirk that had nothing to do with the historical landmarks nearby or the fact one of the women nearby was giving away free ice cream samples.
Though, he had a feeling that Mel would appreciate the rich history, especially Muggle history, in this village. It was her area of expertise.
His area of expertise was sitting in a box in his pocket. He might've otherwise looked calm and casual as he stood there in his Muggle attire, but his fingers were gently stroking a familiar looking box that contained a familiar looking ingredient inside. "I think it's time to pass the pixie dust along," he whispered to Mel, the French slipping through as a sign of precaution.
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Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Salt!
Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite
And here we thought Hogwarts kids would never need to learn street safety. Who gave this guy a license anyway?
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Originally Posted by The Narrator
*SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH*
The sound of tires coming to a sudden halt as an enormous red bus slammed to a stop could be heard by everyone in the crowd in this area. An advertisement on the side of the bus for some museum a block over stood out against the red background of the bus; there were muggle tourists loaded onto the bus, and all had slammed forward when the bus stopped. There were too many people in this street! No, buses were not supposed to go down this street, but the bus driver had seemed to have lost his mind! He smashed his fist into horn multiple times, the noise enough to irritate anyone near the scene.
Quite the distracting scene, wasn't it?
The drive argued briefly with a muggle from his window as he continued to bump the horn. Before anyone could tell him off even more, the bus driver suddenly stepped on the gas and took off. It sped away as quickly as it had come.
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A little bit update from the Dufftown tragedies... lol
So it all starts from here....
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Originally Posted by Duncan Williams
Melanie's demeanour hadn't gone unnoticed. The loss of weight, the lack of a glow... it was unusual and not something he approved of in the slightest. She might be the older twin, technically speaking, but if they didn't have slightly more pressing matters at hand, he wouldn't have hesitated in bringing something up.
The plan. Duncan gripped the box in his pocket with one hand, the other hand reaching into his other pocket to take out his wand. He didn't need to do what he was planning on doing, not when there were so many Muggles nearby, but he was a man who liked precaution and this was simply one way to cover up his tracks. While Melanie did her thing, he moved away from her and quietly made his way towards a certain familiar face.
It was then that a number of things happened at once.
There was a loud screeching sound as a violent red bus came to a sudden stop in the middle of the street. A number of people nearby turned to look at the commotion and the bus driver started arguing with a random muggle. While all of this was going on, Duncan slipped the box out of his pocket, held it up close to Kaysha's face and blew gently. The powdery contents were already blowing towards the Muggle Studies professor's face but Duncan wasn't lingering around to watch. He slipped back towards his previous position next to Mel as quickly as he could and lifted the charm on his body.
"It's been done. Now we wait for the next phase..."
And our lovely Muggle Studies Professor was being controlled and...
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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19
Kay was about to give a very willing 'yes' to her colleagues when the earsplitting "SCREECH" echoed through the air. She turned to stare in astonishment at the bus- or rather, the driver- that was honking at the persons occupying the street and her thoughts immediately jumped to the students. "Gracious! I hope he doesn't hurt anyone!'' she said in a slightly indignant tone to no one in particular. What was even more surprising, was that the bus sped off as soon as it came. What even...?
Still caught up in the now over pandemonium, it was too late to do anything much about the sudden substance that shot to her face. The woman went into a series of harsh coughing. It was over as quickly as the crazy driver and his bus situation.
Kay felt a wave of seriousness wash over her. The smiling, pleasant face woman you saw earlier was gone. She was replaced with someone who had her mouth in a thin line. The warmth in her personality was gone and you're bound to feel her gaze icy if her blue eyes fixed upon you.
Her hand was creeping into the light purple satchel that was draped around her shoulder. From within another bag was fished out. It was a clear, plastic bag and those close enough might recognise a few of the items for they were items that were stolen from a few chosen Professors and students over the course of previous terms.
Just like before, Kaysha used dark magic to aid her in the possession of students. No longer was it limited to students whom had objects stolen from them. You wouldn't see the magic happening but you are sure to feel it.
OOC: Soooo. Who's up for some fuuuun? Previously possessed kiddos and those that want to join in on the chaos are now possessed (thanks to Kay). Actions to be RPed by the possessed: blank stares, quietly muttering the cult slogan- ''EXPOSE THE INEQUALITY" or "END THE STRUGGLE'', kiddos slowly revealing their wands. Have fun!
And some students have become possessed... Oops?
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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo
Were she feeling a little more up to it, Jessa may have looked around the group near her to ensure her schoolmates were still alright but currently her somewhat tunnel vision prevented that. "Doesn't look like it." The Ravenclaw replied to Dorian when he inquired into the situation. Granted, she hadn't actually taken stock of the surroundings to be sure but.....if someone was hurt....chances were there would be at least one screaming kid followed shortly thereafter by a growing crowd and panic.
In the absence of that, she was just going to go ahead and assume it was alright and no action was needed on her part.
"S'long as everyone stays clear of the middle of the road, everything should...be....f.....ine."
What a strange feeling....
Jessa turned to Derf, already feeling her head begin to swim and her body growing numb. "I feel kinda...funny...." But it was all the Prefect manage to get out before her gaze grew vacant and her features took on a passive, almost blank appearance.
Quietly, she began muttering words that were all too familiar by now, without really knowing she was doing it. "Expose the inequality." Over and over she repeated it, her voice a flat monotone. "Expose the inequality, end the struggle."
Jessa reached into her holster, fumbling about with her wand in an attempt to pull it free.
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Originally Posted by laurange
Whoops? Faith slowly and very awkwardly climbed off the older girl, un-hugging her as she watched the very not-so-good reaction. Yeah, probably best not to jump on random blonde people thinking they're Sylvie, even if they are approximately the right height. Wouldn't want to be embarrassed like this instead. Maybe she should just stick to tackling Zoryn, she was kinda unmistakable.
But when the older girl said her name, the Gryffindor perked up immediately. "I'm Faith Chosen! Wait, Toussaint?" she asked, eyeing the strange girl curiously. "Like, are you related to Chloe?" Chloe was a friend! Or, at least, Faith thought so. You don't exactly go mattress-surfing with people who aren't your friends, not in Faith Teaghan Chosen's experience.
But her experience was pretty limited, and she should have known better than to inhale sharply when she heard the horn screeching and coughing and suddenly, the excitable expression that was almost always on her face was wiped blank. She fixed Katy with a blank stare, and her hands began to quiver as she did her best to resist the feeling that was making her reach for her wand. She didn't want to do this, didn't want to take her wand out in public. But she was growing tired very quickly and choking the words back was taking so much energy and -
"End the struggle. Expose the inequality."
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Originally Posted by Birchwoodmom
Emmalyn tired of sitting on the bench and slowly rose to a standing position. Her fellow classmates were roaming around the streets, each consumed with their own tasks, none seeming to be paying her any attention. SHe noticed an interesting shop across the street that seemed to have snacks. Her stomach grumbled at the thought and it had been some time since her last meal. However, before she could consciously decide to visit the shop, a sudden strange feeling swept over her.
She started walking out towards the middle of the street, eyes glazed over on her expressionless face.
“EXPOSE THE INEQUALITY” she mumbled as she walked forward. “EXPOSE THE INEQUALITY”
Once she was in the middle of the street, she reached into her jacket pocket and slowly pulled out her wand. “EXPOSE THE INEQUALITY” was all she chanted, over and over as she stood in the street.
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Originally Posted by SilverTiger
That whole idea about safety in numbers was seeming all the more like a good idea given everything. Even if Stasya had to admit to herself that being with the others wouldn't have helped if that crazy bus had hit them all. Nobody had gotten hurt, and the crazy seemed like maybe it had moved on. Hopefully. Maybe. Maybe they could all get back to their fun exploring field trip...
Except almost as soon as she had gotten to the other side of the street,
almost to the group of her friends near the ice cream lady, she had slowed down nearly to a stop. Grey-green eyes went blank, the usual sparkle in them snuffed out mysteriously as her hand flickered toward the hidden holster where her wand was safely out of sight. Something was telling her that taking it out was a good idea. The best idea, even. Whatever little voice inside the blonde third year was telling her to try and get her to fight whatever was going on was being slowly drowned out by other words.
"End the struggle. Expose the inequality..."
The words kept repeating, but her hand had yet to manage to reveal her wand.
Although the psychological battle continued.
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Originally Posted by lazykitty
Looking up and down the street, Ronan could see that no one was injured, at least no one from Hogwarts anyway. Which was lucky considering how fast the bus had been going and how spread across the road everyone was.
But upon a second look around, he could tell that something almost as bad was happening. His schoolmates were acting strange. Almost as if they were possessed. And chanting that horrible phrase that usually accompanied the hawks that had been painted all around the school. Before he could continue down that particular train of thought, something in his brain started telling him that pulling out his wand would be a very good idea right now. "No, not in front of the muggles!" His hands were acting as if they had a mind of their own, though, inching towards his shoulder where his wand was safely holstered under his sleeve. "No!
The struggle between Ronan's brain and whatever was trying to take over had unknowingly to him forced the Gryffindor to his knees. He continued to struggle for a couple of minutes, but ultimately resistance was futile. His eyes went blank, his wand was being slowly removed from its hiding place and he was joining the chanting.
"Expose the inequality, end the struggle."
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Originally Posted by Kimothy
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On second thought, maybe that visit to one of the castles would have to be postponed.
With that car nearly crushing her best friend in front of her eyes, Vivian held a tight grip on both Skylar and Kye's wrists. Car accidents didn't seem like a good idea, and it will definitely never be a good idea, not when it meant almost losing someone close to one's heart. "Okay... we will have to walk together carefully," the prefect said, her eyes full of concern as she watched her quidditch captain. She didn't even mind that some of Sky's flying ice cream came splatting on her shirt as she was more focused on her friends, and everyone's safety.
And then, it happened again. First, Vivian was confused and looked around for whoever started the chanting. It was her co-prefect, Jessa... and she was repeating that phrase. Over and over again. And then it wasn't just Jessa. It was Faith... then Emmalyn... then Stasya... and it all looked like a horrible game of domino after that. Alarmed, the prefect might have squeezed both of her dormies' hands a bit too tight. "Wh-what's happening?" she asked, then lowered her voice. "Sky, we're not supposed to reveal ourselves. What are they doi—"
Loosening her grip from both girls, Vivian's hand felt an itch to reach down her pocket for her wand, her eyes starting blankly at Kye. No expressions. How very un-Vivian. "Expose the inequality, end the struggle," the prefect repeated, over and over.
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Rylee smiled brightly at Dorian. "Everything! Do you reckon we could check out everything before it's time to go?" Clearly this was her way of saying she had no idea what she wanted to do or where she wanted to go. All she knew was she wanted to see all there was to see and do all there was to do. If it was something fun, count her in. If it wasn't fun... well she might just go anyhow because why not? "We can stick together and see where we end up?" Being on a trip was always much enjoyable with friends.
"Thank you!," Rylee chirped happily accepting the ice cream sample from the nice women shopkeeper (Moira). The ice cream looked soooooo yummy. Just as she brought the little spoon to her mouth for her first taste there was a loud screeching sound startled her, straight up into the air her ice cream went only to come right back down at her feet splattering her shoes and clothing.. and maybe her hair as she gasped in surprised. Wide bright blue eyes quickly spotted the bus that seemed to be the reason for the sound. "Whoa.... what was that about?" she whispered glancing sideways at Dorian as the bus sped off again like nothing happened.
Huh? What was going on here? There was a lot of shouting and confusion. Several students pulling out their wands? They weren't supposed to do that, not outside of school, not in front of muggles! Rylee was in a clear state of confusion, her ice cream long forgotten. Before she could really grasp what was going on Dorian was taking off running towards the professors so she did the only thing she could think of right then. Rylee followed him.
"Dorian! Wait for me!" she shouted chasing after him.
Rylee made it only about half-way before her running halted to a slow walk. Bright blue eyes losing all trace of the happiness that was normal there to appear dull and blank. "Expose the inequality... end the struggle.." she muttered soft and slow repeatedly. Her hand moved to unzip her bag and tug out her wand that had been tucked away safely inside. "Expose the inequality..."
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Uh-oh, Professors down
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SPOILER!!: Duncan and Kaysha
It was all going well. She had seen a few of the students catch, slightly, what Duncan had been doing, but it wouldn't matter soon. She pulled out her wand, not caring if the muggles saw it. Again, soon enough it would't matter. She turned to Duncan and smiled. "All is going well - " That was, until some of the Hogwarts professors stuck their noses in. However, she thought she'd be the same kind of panic stricken if her students seemed to be put in danger. None of her favorite students back at Ilvermorny would come of harm from this. And some of these students wouldn't come to harm, either, and she wanted to tell them that. She didn't.
She aimed her wand at the back of one of the professor's back [Kalen] and was about to inflict either something illegal, or just slightly terrifying, and she was trying to decide which when -
The stupid, irritating, shriveling imp of a man sent a patronus. She saw it shoot from his wand - a butterfly, too, no less - and audibly growled. "Duncan, we've got to go - " she grabbed his wrist with her free hand and aimed her wand, openly, at Kalen. She had a fire in her dark eyes.
The spell was inaudible and silent; in her head. A red ribbon like substance slowly from the end of her wand. It took the shape of the wind as it headed straight for Kalen like a snake. The red substance wrapped itself around Kalen, covering his mouth and tying at the back of his head. The substance then dissipated, like smoke."There. That should shut him up - " And for good measure, Melanie flicked her wand almost lazily over her shoulder at the two professors [Kalen and Laurel] and incarcerous'd them together, the roped spitting out from her wand rapidly as she suddenly ran and pulled Duncan roughly behind her.
She didn't bother to look over her shoulder at him. "Duncan, be quiet and don't worry. We've got it under control now."We...as in she and...their leader. she fixed her gaze on his as she stopped momentarily. "Everything is fine."
But they needed to leave. NOW.
...and the worst happened. A panicked no-maj knocked Melanie's wand out of her hand on accident."NO - " but it was far across the way. "Duncan, go - GO -" she bellowed at her twin brother as she tried to channel her windless magic, but it just wasn't going to happen. She fumbled through the crowd to grab it, quickly, before Regina, or worse, the Ministry could arrive.
*gulp*
What's going to happen to those students who are harmed? How are Professors Vance and Kennedy going to get out of this predicament? Who's the Williams' mysterious leader? And will Melanie get her wand back before Headmistress Hawthorne gets there?
Stay tuned!
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Uh oh... urine trouble you're in trouble, Professor Hirsch ...
SPOILER!!: Roderik Hirsch
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Another year, another feast.
Dressed as casually as possible with the exception of a small Ravenclaw pin pinned to his chest, Hirsch descended into the Great Hall and made his way up to the Staff Dias. Considering the events of Dufftown, this feast couldn't come any sooner for the man. He was always ready for the summer holidays by the time the last few weeks of the school year arrived but this term, he was more than ready for a long, peaceful holiday. Possibly at a beach of some sort with something strong to drink.
Reaching the Dias, he decided to greet Regina first with a simple, "Looking great as always, Regina." A swift, dimpled smile was given before he moved to take his usual seat right next to Laurel. "Hey, Laurel. Glad to see that you've made a full recovery." Smile. "Congratulations on the win, by the way. You must be very proud of your house." It was hard to miss the green decorations, after all.
Oh, and will you look at that? There was no one else at the table, meaning that he was either early or everyone else was running late.
Viktor Sokolov would be proud.
It was a rare sight to see an owl enter during one of Hogwarts' great feasts. However, the matter had been quite pressing, and those at the ministry had deemed it necessary to avoid stalling this particular matter. The grey medium-sized owl flapped though the hall, dropped a letter in front of a certain Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and flapped away. The letter luckily came before the speech, so there was no food it could have dropped into.
The letter was sealed with the Ministry emblem as well as addressed to Roderick Hirsch.
It read,
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To Mr. Roderik Hirsch,
It has come to my attention that you created illegal and unapproved portkeys in a recent debacle that happened in Dufftown in order to quickly and efficiently transport students back to the castle.
While being a hero is admirable, it is questionable whether you are trained in making portkeys. It was an emergency, so no legal action will be taken, but you have been summoned to the Department of Magical Transportation at the Ministry of Magic. You must come by the date of July 3, and no later. Failure to do so will force my hand at taking legal action. It was very risky and quite dangerous to make an unauthorized portkey, and we here on Level 6 would like to ensure that this does not happen again.
Sincerely,
Lynley Purcell
Magical Transportation Department Head
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It didn't take very long for students and staff alike to make their appearance. One by one, faces registered in Regina's mind. Even some voices too, considering some (like Maddie Kemp) were the loud sort. However, the headmistress was willing to let that slide today – it was the end of the term, after all. She smiled anyone she caught waving at her from afar, though her hands remained folded on the table.
Gazing out at the four tables was short-lived as she hear someone taking a seat next to her. Automatically she assumed it was Laurel, considering Haraldur wasn’t exactly the most quiet person out there. Before the woman spoke, she turned her head to her right toward the Divination professor. "Good evening, Laurel. Congratulations on your House’s winnings." Green banners were everywhere tonight.
Roderik grasped her attention (that dimpled smile of his in particular) next and she gave him a smile in return. "Thank you," she replied. "You look quite handsome yourself. And on time even." The man may or may not have just won some brownie points.
"Hello, Tristian," she said, giving him a nod as well. Her eyes then shifted over to Kalen, who she noted seemed to be doing much better these days after the Dufftown incident. "I'm doing quite well, Kalen. Yourself? And how is Kaysha doing?" She assumed he had managed to quickly check in on her before leaving Mungo's and returning to the school.
"Good evening, Oswald."
A look was sent at Paul's direction when he arrived. The old man was ... unusually quiet ... and there was not a poncho in sight. "Hello, Paul."
She was about to ask the Herbology professor how he was doing, though her focus shifted. Gaston's nod of acknowledgement to her was returned, an eyebrow was raised at Roderik who had just received an owl, and then she exchanged greetings with both Haraldur and Ignatius.
And then Peeves happened, which resulted in eggs being thrown. Her eyes narrowed as she stood up from her seat, finding his antics anything put funny. She took out her wand and pointed it straight at him. "Don't you have something you should be doing elsewhere, Peeves?" Without another word, she implanted a false memory and then began her walk around the table. It was time for her to give her last speech of the term without any poltergeists around.
"Ladies and gentlemen, another term has come to an end,” the headmistress began. “After everything that we faced this term," – more red hawks, a number of possessions, and the Dufftown chaos – "I think we are all due for a well-deserved holiday. But, as always, there are a few last-minute matters to address and then a feast to enjoy."
"As the banners hanging from the ceiling suggest, Slytherin House has won the House Cup yet again with a striking one-thousand, seven hundred, and fifty-two points. The members of this House have also won the Quidditch Cup. In recognition of their hard work and House unity, a round of applause is in order."
She clapped her hands together, her eyes set on the Slytherin table.
"Now, at this time, I invite our graduates to please rise," Regina continued, pausing for a moment to allow a number of those in the room to stand. "After seven years of education, you have learned so much, made lifelong friends, and even experienced some strange occurrences. Having made it through it all and even surviving your NEWTs, the time has come for you to leave your mark on the world. I wish you all the best as you begin the next chapter of your lives. Good luck, and remember that Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home."
Her hands clapped together for a fair amount of time, followed by a gesture that signaled the graduates to return to their seats and then a grandiose wave of her hand that made a variety of food and drink appear on all of the tables.
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What in Merlin's Beard?! (Term 48, 2094-2095) 
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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Gryffindor
Hufflepuff
Ravenclaw
Slytherin
Hogsmeade Shopkeepers
Yeah thats what crazy is, when its broken you say theres nothing to fix++++++++++++++++++++
Previously possessed kiddos and those that want to join in on the chaos are now possessed (thanks to Kay). Actions to be RPed by the possessed: blank stares, quietly muttering the cult slogan- ''EXPOSE THE INEQUALITY" or "END THE STRUGGLE'', kiddos slowly revealing their wands. Have fun! 
