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Connected to the Armour Gallery, the Trophy Room is where all awards, trophies, cups, plates, shields, statues, and medals are put on display behind crystal glass. Dating back centuries are the numerous achievements that have been made by those who've walked within these walls. When the sunlight shines through the windows and hits the glass just right, the items and names within glimmer and shine oh so bright.
Hundreds of names can be read here, ranging from the great Harry Potter, teachers and ministers of the past, many of today's famous Quidditch players, and more. Carefully looking at all of the names on each individual nameplate, some of you just might even find your parents' names here. Feel free to admire and strive to get your name listed somewhere in this room before you graduate. Just don't press your fingers against the glass or think about having a late-night duel here. You will be sitting here every night for detention until each trophy and plaque in sight is polished to perfection if you do.
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Gryffindor
First Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden
Hufflepuff
Second Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden
Ravenclaw
Second Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington
Slytherin
First Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Diamond Marchbanks
Gryffindor
Sixth Year
Ministry Department Head:
Charles Hollingberry
Minister's Office
Ministry Department Head:
Airey Flamsteed
Mysteries
Diagon Alley Proprietor:
Zachaël Lufkin
Owl Post
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roulette rp with KARLEIGH/emjay
astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf
The rook piece nearly had Atlas bolting from the courtyard aaaaaaaaall the way up to the battlements, but he had fortified himself against such optimistic assumptions and expectations the last he had...er...basically done just that. Instead, the rook piece was slipped into his pocket and the rest of the box tucked under his arm as he moved about the castle to find somewhere more private for him to explore the rest of its contents. Several of the broom closets had seemed useable ... until a house elf or so was opening it up to grab something or another to clean and was therefore not conductive to his enjoyment. It was for this reason only that he now arrived at the vacant trophy room and not because he had come to look for any one name in particular nor was he here under the delusion that he might be able to absorb greatness through osmosis or anything.
Surely here, among all the glorified dust collectors and tools of manual labor detentions, he could get some more work done.
Plopping himself down in the far corner of the space, Atlas pulled his new favorite book out and read over the note written for what surely much be the 50th time since he had received the parcel not even an hour ago by owl. Plenty of this is probably not news to you, but I came across this book and knew exactly who to send it to. Affirmation achievement unlocked, for real, and his cheeks were SO red someone could easily think he were running a fever. The metal matchsticks were slipped into his pocket along with the rook chess piece and as much as he wanted to slip the very comfortable looking dark grey heather sweatshirt on NOW...he was going to wait until after a shower to do so. The chocolate frogs and fizzing whizbees would be saved for later as well. Box set aside and book in his lap now, the Gryffindor emptied his other pocket of its bits and bobs of scrap metal - some of which had been fused together, though its final intentional form still a mystery to anyone who was not himself. There miiiiiiiight be an answer somewhere here in this book to solve the problem he was having with the wings and their articulation...
Turning his third of the way completed project around in his fingers, he began to read and was quickly absorbed in his research.
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When you’re stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born withfire and gold in our eyes
The rook piece nearly had Atlas bolting from the courtyard aaaaaaaaall the way up to the battlements, but he had fortified himself against such optimistic assumptions and expectations the last he had...er...basically done just that. Instead, the rook piece was slipped into his pocket and the rest of the box tucked under his arm as he moved about the castle to find somewhere more private for him to explore the rest of its contents. Several of the broom closets had seemed useable ... until a house elf or so was opening it up to grab something or another to clean and was therefore not conductive to his enjoyment. It was for this reason only that he now arrived at the vacant trophy room and not because he had come to look for any one name in particular nor was he here under the delusion that he might be able to absorb greatness through osmosis or anything.
Surely here, among all the glorified dust collectors and tools of manual labor detentions, he could get some more work done.
Plopping himself down in the far corner of the space, Atlas pulled his new favorite book out and read over the note written for what surely much be the 50th time since he had received the parcel not even an hour ago by owl. Plenty of this is probably not news to you, but I came across this book and knew exactly who to send it to. Affirmation achievement unlocked, for real, and his cheeks were SO red someone could easily think he were running a fever. The metal matchsticks were slipped into his pocket along with the rook chess piece and as much as he wanted to slip the very comfortable looking dark grey heather sweatshirt on NOW...he was going to wait until after a shower to do so. The chocolate frogs and fizzing whizbees would be saved for later as well. Box set aside and book in his lap now, the Gryffindor emptied his other pocket of its bits and bobs of scrap metal - some of which had been fused together, though its final intentional form still a mystery to anyone who was not himself. There miiiiiiiight be an answer somewhere here in this book to solve the problem he was having with the wings and their articulation...
Turning his third of the way completed project around in his fingers, he began to read and was quickly absorbed in his research.
The trophy room wasn't a place that Karleigh often frequented. In fact, she wasn't sure she could remember the last time she had ever ventured inside the room. Had she ever gone inside? Maybe when she was a first year and had wanted to explore every part of the castle and all that was magical. But since then, she never saw a reason to go in. She would never be a Quidditch captain or prefect or Head Girl and she didn't have anyone close to her who was either to be all that interested in the names on the plaques and trophies.
But as she was walking through the corridor one day, something about the room drew her in. Maybe it was because it was her seventh year and she was starting to come to terms with who she was in the world and her relationship with those in it. Karleigh always thought she was just ordinary, nothing special anyway, but maybe that was okay. Maybe she did not need to stand out to anyone else to be true to herself and something pretty special in her own right.
She wandered in, not immediately noticing anyone else inside, thinking that the room was empty. She began peering at the plaques and trophies, reading the names, and wondering what had become of them. There were so many names, not really any of them recognizable, and they became a blur without being able to match faces with them. But she wondered... did they go on to live amazing lives? Or was this award where they peaked? Maybe her not having anything to attribute her own name to here just meant that she still had great things ahead of her.
She slowly made her way through, still reading off the names to herself, when she caught a movement out of the corner of her eye, startling her slightly. "Oh!" She turned to see someone sitting in the corner with a few things scattered on the floor around him. "Atlas! Sorry, I didn't see you there." She wasn't disturbing him, was she?
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started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line
Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor
Romanian Longhorn
Join Date: Aug 2010
Location: The Paths
Posts: 39,890
Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne
Gryffindor
First Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden
Hufflepuff
Second Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden
Ravenclaw
Second Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington
Slytherin
First Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Diamond Marchbanks
Gryffindor
Sixth Year
Ministry Department Head:
Charles Hollingberry
Minister's Office
Ministry Department Head:
Airey Flamsteed
Mysteries
Diagon Alley Proprietor:
Zachaël Lufkin
Owl Post
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astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf
The iridescent and translucent sheen he had achieved on these few pieces was perfect...and fastening the thin wire along the edge of each piece for stability was a very....VERY delicate process...and required the most amplified level of magnification from his monocle. Even then, however, he was tempted to administer a couple of charms to his eyes and the device itself for extra focus. The one thing that stopped him from doing so was that the last time he had performed such enhancement enchantments on himself...he had fallen asleep with them still on and then forgot about it the next morning and gone about his day with the magic still in place and the MIGRAINES and EYE STRAIN that had come from that had been horrendous.
Maybe next time. He ought to be able to do at least one of these without ---
．．．(⊙ᗝ⊙)
Karleigh's sudden appearance and his hyper fixation were a match made in Hades, his hand slipping while he applied a very precise heat from the tip of his wand and...well...next thing he knew, his wand was poking right on through the rice paper thin alloy and swinging from the tip after being caught on the wind of his exhaled gasp.
Devastation erupted all over his face and anger curled his fingers. Ruined...RUINED...his piece was RUINED.
"...you couldn't have waited like...five more minutes before saying something?" he snapped somewhat rhetorically. Karleigh was kind, one of the few older female students he felt comfortable around, and did not deserve his salty tone...but in the moment he felt it perfectly warranted.
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When you’re stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born withfire and gold in our eyes
Time for a STEALTH MISSION, SHHHH!, just to shake things up a bit.
Peezes cackled his way silently along the third floor, zipping in and out of classrooms and closets looking for his next victimsfriends to bestow a gift upon. And, as though he subconsciously sensed the need for a distraction from some unhappy feelings, he soon found himself at the trophy room. A knight in shining armour.
Hehehehehe.
Turning himself briefly invisible (STEALTH MISSION), Peeves floated into the trophy room and up to the ceiling. He flipped the pages of the book - none too stealthily - and used it to silently bestow a wonderful gift first on the girl (Karleigh), and then the boy (Atlas). Ladies first! Old Peevesie was a gentlepoltergeist, after all.
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You're nothing more than a pickle-headed prune biscuit-eating bulldog.
P.S. Your bowtie is crooked. And your pink thestral pony is super girly.
Karleigh really had no idea what Atlas had been working on when she interrupted him, though that really didn't matter. She couldn't have helped her sudden outburst of surprise when she had stumbled upon him and certainly didn't mean any harm. But whatever he had been working on apparently had been pretty important. And it seemed as though her sudden interruption had caused something to go wrong with his work. Exactly what, she couldn't tell. But what she could tell was how upset Atlas currently was.
"I-I'm sorry," she stammered out an apology, taken aback by the tone he used with her. The seventeen year old was not used to anyone speaking so harshly to her, especially when it had been an accident. Her pleasant expression had crumpled completely, upset that she had made someone angry but also upset that someone would talk to her meanly. "I didn't mean to... Can I help you fix it?" She wasn't even sure what it was or what had broken or that he'd even want her help.. but before she could say anything else, she felt herself lifting up in the air. What was happening??
Karleigh did not exactly have a fear of heights, but now that she was suddenly levitating, she did not exactly like this feeling. Widening her eyes, she looked at Atlas again, thinking this was something he'd done, not seeing anyone else. "What did you do?" Was this manifestation of his anger, to turn this sort of magic on her? He had to have known that it had been an accident and she did not deserve any sort of retaliation! "Put me down right now!"
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started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line
Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor
Romanian Longhorn
Join Date: Aug 2010
Location: The Paths
Posts: 39,890
Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne
Gryffindor
First Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden
Hufflepuff
Second Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden
Ravenclaw
Second Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington
Slytherin
First Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Diamond Marchbanks
Gryffindor
Sixth Year
Ministry Department Head:
Charles Hollingberry
Minister's Office
Ministry Department Head:
Airey Flamsteed
Mysteries
Diagon Alley Proprietor:
Zachaël Lufkin
Owl Post
x12 x12
astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf
It was the perfect recipe for an exploding cauldron, something Atlas was very familiar with and was almost always the instigator of. His expression and tone ought to have softened seeing how taken aback Karleigh's face was - especially her big expressive doe eyes - but all his mind could wrap around right now was how hours of delicate work had just been wasted at the finish line.
However, and thankfully for everyone involved, the next sharp words that wanted to leave his mouth were silenced by her suddenly rising up into the air. And then came the accusations. Torn between getting even more angry and confusion, Atlas settled on a startled frustration kind of tone. "I-I'm not doing that!" he yapped with wide eyes, eyes that looked beyond her at the cabinet behind her where every single trophy, plaque, metal, and whatever else was contained there was slowly lifting up into the air no more than an inch off the shelves. "At least...I don't THINK I am. Just...I dunno...reverse flap your arms or something."
Because then maybe she might propel herself back down since the laws of zero gravity were obviously not in effect here.
Probably. Selectively?
The glorified dust catchers protected within the cabinet directly behind where Karleigh was defying gravity began to rattle and tap against the glass. Like...REALLY rattle until ...
CRACK!
Right across the front of the case at a diagonal.
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When you’re stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born withfire and gold in our eyes
Karleigh very much did not like this current situation she was in. Not that she was afraid of heights or anything, but she did not like feeling like she had no control over gravity nor did she like being on the wrong end of someone's hex. And that was what this was, wasn't it? Atlas was taking his anger out on her? Which was totally unfair as her interruption had been an innocent accident. And she had never realized that he was this mean.
All of this converged to bring a sort of frustrated panic within her. She barely heard what Atlas said to her as she was trying to find a way to push herself down. "Reverse flap.. what?" She didn't stop to think how that didn't make sense or that Atlas was insisting that this wasn't him, she just wanted her feet back on the ground.
But she did sort of flap her arms one way and then the next, trying to achieve something. And the movement did kind of propel her through the air, though she had no control over it at all. She was basically flying around the room, no longer just levitating, but having no control meant she was bumping into things. Karleigh did not like this one bit!
And she didn't really notice the rattling of trophies against the glass behind her, until the loud collective CRACK of them colliding hard against the pane, causing her to shriek in surprise. "Atlas!" She whirled around as best she could to see the broken glass, her eyes quickly finding him again. "Stop that right now!" She was panicking a bit at what seemed to be his anger manifested magic. It was a little scary, especially when she felt like a target.
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started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line
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