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Date: March, Year 2036 (7th Year)
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It is now: Time to Grow Up |
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In the News: Schools destroyed in the Sisterhood attacks are beginning reparations.
Two Years Later: Brief Summary and What to Expect After the Time Skip Common Knowledge, Recent History, and Rumours Thread |
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Next day: ???
Last Time: End of Term Feast |
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| The Ravenclaw Common Room; Year 5 - Day 1 - Start of Term - After The Feast | |||
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| Carmen Gray-Winters | Apr 7 2015, 11:48:42 AM Post #1 | ||
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The Ravenclaw common room was an expansive living area complete with plush navy throw rugs, lived-in sofas, and chairs propped up by the tall windows. Beyond Ravenclaw Tower, the view was spectacular at night, and from those windows, moonlight poured in as clear as the daytime sun. Students milled about by the walls, lined with floor to ceiling bookshelves, or perhaps by the fireplace, made of dark grey and navy stones. Sprawled across the floor, wrapped in a thick blanket, Poppy Gray-Winters propped her chin in her palms and held the page of a book down with one elbow. Her eyes darted across the page quickly, as if they were racing each other. Carmen Gray-Winters was completely sprawled across one couch, her legs propped up on the arm. Worrying about the comfort of others wasn’t her priority now that she was a Seventh Year; she only hummed to herself, staring at the ceiling. A book was open across her stomach, but she couldn’t read when her thoughts were so filled with the memory of Ioanna MacGowan crumbling as if her knees were made of paper. “Oh, my God,” breathed Poppy from the floor. “Jace and Clary are brother and sister – my God!” “Just wait til you get to the next book,” yawned Carmen. “And the next one after that. Wait til you see Val – ” “Shush!” snapped Poppy, flipping the page with such force that Carmen was surprised she didn’t tear it clean from its binding. Carmen smirked to herself, turning her eyes back towards the ceiling. Most peculiar was the fact that she hadn’t seen Elias Yaxley on the train, and even at the feast, he hadn’t come to say hello to her. After all, wasn’t it obvious who she was? Wouldn’t he have seen her stomp forward to defend Ioanna? Those sorts of things usually warranted a conversation… at least, if you liked someone enough. Perhaps he had lost interest and, somehow, that made Carmen’s stomach churn a little, but she wasn’t entirely devastated. She supposed she should have known better than to expect someone as perfect as Elias to stick around for very long. He was just another set of poems in her little moleskin notebook. He was just another set of eyes she would remember – the color, the way his lashes kissed his cheeks. She remembered it all. Frowning, Carmen withdrew her moleskin notebook from beneath the book that had been resting on her lap. Tucked into the pages was a small quill; it kept her place and was a convenient spot to hide such a thing. Exhaling, Carmen began to draw in the margins; her mind wandered. Relationships were such curious things, and Carmen forever marveled at how some people seemed so resilient – like Beck, for example – while others seemed to crumble the moment that they were presented the chance. Absently, Carmen wondered how Antoine was doing, which made her wonder how Beck was. She wasn’t sure if it was denial, or something more… well, Carmen couldn’t quite understand what was going on with Beck, and she didn’t necessarily think it was her place to try and figure it out. But even then, she couldn’t help herself. She turned the page of her small notebook, searching for a page entirely clean and new. Its empty lines held a quiet sort of promise. Carmen pressed her quill into the page and began to scribble down the lines to a poem that had been bouncing around in her head since the funeral of Antoine’s father. Forgetting – For Beck |
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| Ioanna MacGowan | Apr 7 2015, 01:41:06 PM Post #2 | ||
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"Where do vanished objects go?" said the cool, sage like voice of the brass knocker. The knocker was in the shape of an eagle, and it perched itself on the door to the Ravenclaw common room. This one again, thought Ioanna. "Nothingness," she said, almost proudly, "that is to say, everything." "Correct," said the brass eagle, and the door swung inward. She'd gotten that one her second year. She'd had to go to the library and look up fourth year Magical Concepts to find it. Some might think her studious, or determined, or a great mind for having found the answer all on her own. The truth was, really, she had just been too scared to ask anyone for help. She bolted into the common room door, and quickly closed it; slammed it shut. Her back was against the door, breathing heavily, head turned so that her ear was against it, too, listening for something. Sure enough, she heard a knocking. "Ioanna," she heard the voice of Asa say. "Fuck off!" Ioanna yelled, completely abandoning all proper speech. What the hell did he think he was going to do? Follow her into the girls' dormitory? Then, she heard the brass knocker speak: "What came first, the phoenix or the flame?" She heard Asa falter stupidly, no doubt wracking his brain for an answer. "The flame?" he ventured to say. "Wrong," said the knocker. Ioanna started giggling. The answer was A circle has no beginning, but she wasn't about to tell him. She'd lost him around the corner and managed to get here first, now he'd never get in unless someone let him. She supposed he would just stay in the common room, waiting for her to start spinning her head 'round and spitting pea soup in her bed, but Ioanna was going to prevent that if possible. She hoped he'd give up and go away. "Ioanna!" he called through the door, "Ioanna, what's the answer?" "Like Ahm telling yeh!" she called, banging on the door in response to his own furious knocking, "Watty jus go on back to yer wee fuckin' care bears club or whatever they did in Hufflepuff if yeh wan in a common room?" She heard footsteps. It seemed he was walking away. "Oh fuck me in the heid," she said, "Ah never thought the fanny would leave." She walked away from the door. "Hey, Carmen. Hey Poppy. Awrite mates?" she said, finding a chair and settling down. Out of her bag, she pulled a hefty book Magic and the Cosmos, a book required by seventh year Magical Concepts students. "Fuckin' hell, this night was shite." She made a motion where she thrust her elbow down as a sign of celebration, then seemed to just release all her tension as she let her body collapse into the chair. She didn't look angry. If anything, she seemed a bit more carefree than most had ever seen her. The violent Glaswegian was a bit of a stereotype. Ioanna was more likely to use inappropriate language when she was feeling spirited. Edited by Ioanna MacGowan, Apr 7 2015, 03:00:02 PM.
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| Imogen Nott | Apr 7 2015, 01:50:58 PM Post #3 | ||
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Imogen had found her feast experience to be odd, and she had gotten annoyed by the train ride for apparently no reason. Her stomach had churned and an illness silenced her with an almighty wave. Her fingers had quivered and her body had somehow frozen, it was an odd experience which Imogen could hardly explain. Not until she went to the girl bathroom and felt the rushing, it was the water bubbling. Screaming to get out. She had neglected her abilities and now it was coming to bite her in the ass. She hadn’t realise how potentially strong it could be, and even though it was an ant compared to the first elementium holders, it was still something to be marvelled at. Something which could control her if she wasn’t too careful. Imogen had rushed back to the common room after that and found herself locked up in her dorm room for a little while. When she finally decided to go down the stairs, she heard a familiar face yelling. Imogen walked down to the bottom and looked over at Ioanna, who was now walking over to Carmen and Poppy. “Could have been worse.” Imogen called out over the common room as she made her way over to the book shelf. Nothing there seemed to tempt her, so she turned back around to where the others were. |
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| Ioanna MacGowan | Apr 7 2015, 03:18:43 PM Post #4 | ||
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Ioanna glared incredulously over the top of her book. Imogen wasn't someone she knew too well. She knew Carmen because she was prefect, and she knew Poppy because they had to take some of the same remedial lessons and were both shoved into the "weird girl" corner for a while. "Oh really? Enlighten me on how that could've gone worse," she said, "I just got tazed so try me." Ioanna almost said "and my sister's ghost boyfriend is alive", but knew that would be too scandalous a thing for these girls to ignore. It wasn't like it was unknown that she talked to Julian's ghost in the Hospital Wing while she was staying there, but even if it could be an innocent remark, she didn't want the risk of it not being taken that way. She also did her best to drop the nasty words, because the English didn't tend to get when the awful words that came out of her mouth were actually terms of endearment. Edited by Ioanna MacGowan, Apr 7 2015, 03:19:08 PM.
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| Imogen Nott | Apr 7 2015, 03:33:59 PM Post #5 | ||
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Imogen raised an eyebrow at the girl, a smirk danced over her features as she slowly walked towards the trio. “The hall could have been blown up.” Which would be pretty easy to do, seeing as the other schools had been taken down with ease. It made her wonder why Hogwarts had been spared, but Imogen knew that if she looked hard enough she would find some sort of answer. Whether it was right or wrong was the real question. “You could have been more than tazed, and maybe no one would have come to help you.” Imogen glanced at Carmen as she perched herself on the arm of the nearest chair. “And your bodyguard could have actually gotten in here.” Imogen shot a smile at Ioanna. “There are far worse things that could have happened,” Imogen couldn’t imagine what could have happened in the first feast. Maybe someone could have been kidnapped from right under their noses, or the ministry could have charged in and shut down the school. Imogen thought that people focused too much on the worst thing of their day, and if it didn’t concern them then they didn’t much care. Most the people in here wouldn’t think about Vera, or even Billie, because it does not affect them. But maybe if they put their own situation in comparison, maybe for a selfish moment they could feel better about themselves. “There are always worse things that can happen.” Imogen shrugged. |
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| Ioanna MacGowan | Apr 7 2015, 04:24:31 PM Post #6 | ||
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"Fair enough," said Ioanna, returning to her book. She glanced over at Carmen, wondering if Imogen's comment meant what she thought it did. Her black eyebrows knit together, she contemplated saying something to her about it; like, maybe she should thank her? Of course, Ioanna knew it could have been worse. She wasn't an idiot. Maybe she just wanted to hear it from someone else. Of course, Billie was on her mind. Vera, too, sometimes, in the middle of the night, or just after she awoke in the morning. She didn't experience the deaths of others like she used to, with it being like she had died as well--her minds seemed able to stretch out and let her continue on with her day, even if her heartbeat stopped every once and a while and her nose bled a few times a day--no big deal; but she still saw them, felt them, when she was asleep. Their deaths haunted her in the place of her own dreams. Ioanna knew very well that it could be worse, she just spent a lot of time comforting those who've had the worst happen to them--more time than anyone could really know. And Billie's disappearance occupied most of her waking thoughts. "Kind of weird that we're the last one's standing," said Ioanna, "but then again, maybe not. That was the other schools' first run-in with the Sisterhood, but for us that's, like, what?--fucking Tuesday?" |
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| Carmen Gray-Winters | Apr 7 2015, 08:07:23 PM Post #7 | ||
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The page was covered in an explosion of irritated scribbles and half-written sentences. The poem was there, just under the surface of Carmen’s mind, but exhaustion set into her shoulders. Groaning, Carmen snapped her moleskin shut as hard as she could muster; it barely even made a noise. Even more frustrated, Carmen covered her eyes with her forearm, comfortably sprawling across the entire couch – no one stood a chance. Comfortably hiding in the silence, Carmen could hear Imogen and… Ioanna. Carmen exhaled, not sure if she wanted to get up and see if Ioanna was okay or stay there, pressed against the couch’s lumpy body, for as long as she possibly could. “It’s not nice to tell people things could be worse, because that makes it seem like their experiences aren’t a big deal, even if they are,” said Poppy, looking up from her book. “But it’s okay, Imogen. Maybe you didn’t know that. I like your hair shorter, by the way. It suits you. Anyway, I’m gonna go back to reading now – Jace and Clary are – ” Carmen sat up finally, rolling her eyes. “Poppy’s been reading Muggle books. She’s absolutely fascinated.” “Did you know that Muggles think people could be half angel?” said Poppy instantly. “And werewolves that can control when they change.” “Muggles think a lot of things,” smirked Carmen. She glanced between Imogen and Ioanna, almost sympathetic, although she couldn’t quite muster the energy. “You’re looking, uh… peppy, Ioanna. That guy isn’t going to follow you all year, is he?” Edited by Carmen Gray-Winters, Apr 7 2015, 08:08:28 PM.
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| Imogen Nott | Apr 7 2015, 08:16:17 PM Post #8 | ||
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Imogen found herself trying not to laugh at Ioanna’s comment. It rung true though, it was just another day at Hogwarts for the lot of them. But her laughing stop and her eyebrow rose as she turned to look at Poppy. “Insinuating that someone doesn’t know what they are saying isn’t nice either.” Imogen smirked as she stared at the younger girl. “If we were on about peoples life stories that is a different matter completely.” Imogen shook her head and turned so she could fall back into her chair. Maybe she had been spending too much time around her real family, but at the same time Imogen couldn’t just push away the nagging feeling that had always been there with her. Each of them had lost a parent, but they had families. None of them were orphans, and Imogen could gladly live the rest of her life without people giving her the look. But these three girls had to have experienced that look as well. So maybe there was hope. Imogen found herself getting lost in her own thoughts as she fell back into the one seat chair and rested her legs over the side of the arm. |
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| Emily Pemberly | Apr 7 2015, 08:26:39 PM Post #9 | ||
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Emily walked into the common room later than she hoped. Her body had finally relaxed after the strung up evening. She had bumped into her brother, the two had bickered about their mother briefly before parting ways once more. That was when Emily couldn’t stop the tar inside her, the craving which screamed out to her and manipulated her actions. But she refused to believe that they were manipulating her, instead she liked to think she was in control of this. Even as she darted up the stairs of the nearest tower and stupidly climbed onto the roof of Hogwarts, she still told herself this was her choice. Her decision. Emily had stood out there for longer than she hoped, she had muttered a few spells she knew to try and mask the smell, but her first attempt wasn’t as successful as she’d hoped. As she walked into the common room, she hoped no one would notice the smoky smell. Emily tried to act as casual as possible, but on her way to the stairs she noticed a few familiar faces. She couldn’t walk past them like this. Panicked, Emily darted over to the chairs and sat behind one of them. She yanked a book out of her bag and pretended she was reading. |
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| Ioanna MacGowan | Apr 7 2015, 09:02:05 PM Post #10 | ||
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"Mah Maw didnae ever stock those kinda books," said Ioanna, looking over at what Poppy was reading, "What wit sexy vampires an' the like. She said that they wit 'setting women back to the stone age.' An angels don' even exist, so I cannae see how you can be half something that doesnae exist." Maybe if she wasn't hyped up on whatever was in that spell she was revived with, she might have held her tongue on that one. It was innocent enough, the way she said it, as if she wasn't even aware the statement could have been controversial. She wanted to tell Carmen something that would make her feel better about the auror thing, but she couldn't think of anything. Carmen looked tired. Ioanna was going to march up to Dumbledore and request that there be at least some places that goon is just not allowed. Another girl walked in. She looked like a meathead arsehole had just stunned her and forgot to give her an enervate spell. She didn't seem to want to talk. "Aye, I think that spell he used to revive me pumped me fulla adrenaline or something. Ah feel kinda...good? Unfortunately, it looks like he'll be watching me a while," said Ioanna, "And to think Ah wit jus aboot to introduce the bawbag to youse as mah boyfriend, cuz Ah thought it'd be funny. Needless to say Ah dumped him after he cursed me. Shortest relationship ever, that was." She was smirking, but only because it was stupid to laugh at your own jokes. Edited by Ioanna MacGowan, Apr 7 2015, 09:18:07 PM.
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| Carmen Gray-Winters | Apr 8 2015, 12:50:29 PM Post #11 | ||
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“I’d beg to differ,” smirked Carmen, rolling her eyes. “I’ve probably got you beat on that one.” Ioanna’s accent bursting forward in her excitement made Carmen smile. There was something so fresh and raw about Ioanna when her insecurities fell away that Carmen both admired and felt the need to preserve, like trying to stop a flame from extinguishing in a breeze. They sat together and Carmen sighed, returning to lay on her back with her legs propped up on the arm of the couch she was on. She stared at the high ceilings, which began to rise and meet a fine point; Carmen imagined that, outside, the point of their tower was covered in slick, evening dew and the scratchy claws of owls. Here, however, they were comfortable and, more importantly, safe. From the ground, Poppy completely ignored Imogen – for she couldn’t understand why anyone wouldn’t agree with her, or why anyone would be sassy about such a topic – and glanced at Ioanna with round, blue eyes. “What do you mean, angels don’t exist?” she blinked. “You exist, don’t you? I mean – if crazy and mean things can exist, why can’t something good?” Carmen didn’t look at her sister when she spoke. It’s a good question, she thought quietly. But one that I’m not sure has an answer. |
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| Ioanna MacGowan | Apr 8 2015, 05:32:23 PM Post #12 | ||
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She didn't have an answer for Carmen. Ioanna had never actually been in a relationship. The only tree she ever barked up was the wrong one, most likely, (Antoine didn't count, because she had been barely thirteen, and she was much wiser now, certainly). That tree had disappeared. Then, Poppy countered her assertion about angels. Of course, a part of Ioanna was offended at the implication that Ioanna was one of those crazy and mean things, but then again, she knew it was true--but as innocently delivered as Poppy's statement had been, as true as it might have been, it hurt a bit. She knew Poppy didn't mean it like that, but she couldn't help but want to put her in her place for saying it. She closed her book, and her eyes, too, closed softly. She thought about it for a moment. She had a notion, but she didn't want to express it in a long, rambling fashion. She wanted a few choice words for why she didn't think angels existed, and it had nothing to do with how she was partially herself connected with a higher being--because high-order beings were nothing like angels, and besides... "Crazy and mean is the status-quo," said Ioanna, "Crazy and mean things exist because crazy and mean are what have been the most successful, while all the evidence you need to see that altruism isn't rewarded is to see that the world just doesn't function based on altruistic principles. There's no evidence to support that purely benevolent beings exist, because the world we live in just doesn't function that way." Her tone was emphatic, her accent suppressed so she could sound smarter to herself, and she sounded more and more like an insufferable know-it-all as she went on. She looked Poppy in the eyes, and her smirk was full of cynicism of the most pretentious kind--the kind only teenagers who think they're worldly are capable of. "That's part of why I don't really read fiction," she said. Her tone made it no secret that she thought of Poppy as a bit of a Pollyanna, and that this wasn't a strong quality in her opinion. Edited by Ioanna MacGowan, Apr 8 2015, 05:58:06 PM.
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| Kenna Holly | Apr 8 2015, 05:37:56 PM Post #13 | ||
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Kenna stopped outside the door to the common room, grumbling as she easily answered the riddle to enter. As the door swung inwards, the brunnette stepped through it, shutting it loudly behind her. Still grumbling, she stalked into the common room, ignoring its occupants, and sat down on a chair. Only then did she acknowledge the room's other occupants. Looking up she made a mental note of the people in the room. Ioanna MacGowan, fifth year ravenclaw who was linked to what happened last year. Kenna didn't personaly know the girl, but she knew of her. Imogen Nott. Fellow 7th year ravenclaw and a fellow elementium. She had talked to the girl a couple times before. Carmen Grey-Winters. One of the only people Kenna had ever told about her elementium, also a fellow 7th year. Kenna had ran into her in France over the holidays at the Eiffiel tower. The two younger years that Kenna didn't know, but she suspected the one reading books on the floor to be Carmen's younger sister. Sighing, Kenna plastered a smile on her face and listened to the conversation. She had caught something about crazy and mean people being successful when she walked in. Edited by Kenna Holly, Apr 8 2015, 05:42:17 PM.
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| Imogen Nott | Apr 8 2015, 06:11:17 PM Post #14 | ||
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Imogen had quietly been listening to the others speak about her, but her head was somewhere else completely. She had picked up the paper from the floor and began to flick through it without much hesitation. Her fingers flipped across the pages as she tried to read every story that was there. Inside, there was even a piece on the return of Hogwarts students. It surprised Imogen, but she supposed that maybe it was a slow news day. That especially when compared to the previous days. She found herself once again becoming distracted by what the girls were speaking about, Ioanna seemed to be focused on making herself sound smarter. Imogen smiled, it reminded her of herself in a weird way. But then again, Imogen wasn’t the most stereotypical Ravenclaw. Instead of commenting on what the girl had said though, Imogen pushed herself further into her newspaper. |
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| Emily Pemberly | Apr 8 2015, 06:12:46 PM Post #15 | ||
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"Altruistic acts can change people though, the same way crazy and mean acts can.” Emily had to say something. She just had to join this conversation, there was nothing to stop her at this point. Her own burning opinions were leaping from her mouth and into the open air. She crawled from behind the sofa, kneeling in the middle of them all as she looked between Poppy and Ioanna. Her own peers, people who were in her classes. “And can’t those acts change the world over time?” Emily questioned. If someone had been nicer to some of the sisterhood members, or if their fellow peers actions had changed somehow, would that mean their own actions would be erased? Would they have taken a different path? “And if the course of history is changed, does it mean someone needs to take their place?” Her own mother was burning in her brain, if she hadn’t of abandoned her first family then would she have ever existed? Probably not. Or would she have come to be in a different form? “I think I’m changing the conversation a bit but… These so called beings could exist in other forms. All the negative can’t exist without some positive. And it can’t be so simple to say that crazy and mean is all bad, the same way an altruistic act can’t always be considers so selfless…” Emily found herself trailing off as she spoke. Unsure of what she was saying. “I just think a lot of things can exist, and saying it can’t when so much unexplainable things occur is ignoring a whole scope of things.” Emily looked between them again. She suddenly realised how much she had been speaking, she tried to cover her mouth and act as though nothing was wrong. Behind her, Imogen leant over to Carmen and whispered. “Can you smell smoke? Like, a cigarette breath?” |
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| Alice Rowle | Apr 9 2015, 11:07:49 AM Post #16 | ||
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It was funny. As a new student, Alice was tasked with the daunting objective of maneuvering through Hogwarts's halls, exploring the ins and outs of forgotten corridors and locked classrooms. However, walking through the hallways left the impression of living upon a dream. The map of Hogwarts was already ingrained in her mind, her mental compass guiding her toward home. Hogwarts was already in her veins. She slipped into the Ravenclaw Common Room, like a quiet cat, all wide-eyed and cautious. She had never been in the Ravenclaw Tower before, but there was a first time for everything. First love. First death. Immediately, she felt guarded against the throng of students already present in the lounge. Strangers, or friends? Could she trust them? Alice looked at Carmen Gray-Winters, the Ravenclaw prefect. Though Alice was new, she knew that Carmen's fame retained in her silver hair and her mother's former position. Chillingly though, when Alice looked at Carmen, she felt a coldness pierce her heart, and almost a distinct feeling of a cool blade handle being pressed into her palm. Carmen. Alice immediately recognized the smaller, identical girl beside her. Poppy. The World Cup. Sally. Theodore. When Alice looked at Ioanna MacGowan, she felt the inevitable shadow of dread crawl towards her and grip her with steel. Her heart began to leap at hummingbird speeds. Stay away. She thought, her chest tightening with anxiety. There was no worse feeling than thinking death was soon and waiting. With the hairs on her neck standing on end, Alice cautiously circled the room, attempting to maintain a safe distance from MacGowan. "Imogen, right?" Alice said finally, ignoring the others. Finally, a friendly face. "We met at the World Cup." |
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| Imogen Nott | Apr 9 2015, 11:19:17 AM Post #17 | ||
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Imogen had watched as the smaller blonde girl with doe eyes covered her mouth, it wasn’t as sneaky as she thought it was. Imogen was just about ready to say something, but a familiar voice called out her name and she turned to look at Alice. A smile spread across her lips, she had met the girl in a pretty weird place. A bathroom, in the middle of the world cup. It was an unusual occurrence, but she was easily remembered by Imogen. “We did, and you’re Alice?” Imogen asked, hoping she had gotten the name right. Although she was pretty sure of her knowledge. Imogen moved across on her chair and made room for Alice to sit down, in case she wanted to. It was weird how the thought of Vera slipped into her mind as she looked at the girl. The two looked very similar, Imogen wondered whether they could be closely related. But she supposed they wouldn’t find out now, not after that had happened to Vera and the knock on effect for the whole family. Imogen hadn’t heard a peep about them from her aunt, and she didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad one. |
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| Carmen Gray-Winters | Apr 9 2015, 11:29:13 AM Post #18 | ||
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Ioanna’s clear distaste in Poppy’s preferences made Poppy giggle, for Ioanna was focused on being intelligent and pessimistic that she hadn’t the innate abilities Poppy had been blessed with – for example, being able to believe that their world was not limited to creatures Ioanna had seen with her very own eyes. Poppy was confident that the world could flourish with a myriad of things no one had understood or witnessed. If there were demons in this life, there had to be angels. There had to be good to balance out the damage Ioanna had done. Poppy knew this. Ioanna’s judgment meant nothing. Smirking with her own, innocent kind of confidence, Poppy turned the next page of her book and buried her nose in it wordlessly. Carmen was often surprised at Poppy’s ability to do nothing when Carmen would have charged like a cannonball. It was difficult, of course, to wedge herself between Ioanna and Poppy – or really, between anyone that she cared about. Instead, she leaned back and tried to make sense of whatever Emily and Ioanna were rambling about. She, too, was completely lost – not because she didn’t want to understand what they were speaking about, but because her mind was rambling elsewhere, still latched onto rhyming frames and metaphors. I know someone with a blue smile to match his quiet veins Who Carmen sat up, frustrated, just in time for Imogen to lean over and whisper to her. Carmen arched an eyebrow, and her eyes immediately centered on Emily Pemberly – silent, unsuspecting, and definitely emitting the faint odor of hoarded cigarettes. Carmen’s first instinct was to assume Emily was as stupid as Kaleigh Ann Weasley, a feat that Carmen had once thought physically impossible. Her second was to wonder why anyone would willingly do something that harmed them. Lung cancer was fucking terrible, and even magic itself couldn’t quite eradicate all cancer from the world. It was magic. In many ways, having it helped, but it was not a guarantee for world peace or the end of all disease. “So stupid,” muttered Carmen, staring Emily down. Lungs filled with smoke Dancing through rib cages He held my hand and – When Alice approached them, Carmen was half prepared to bolt. She looked weirdly familiar and everyone’s attitudes threatened to swallow the tiny common room whole. Almost moodily, Carmen whipped out her moleskin notebook and began to scribble. She took great care to skip over Elias’ poem. She winced. How short-lived love could be when you were seventeen. |
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| Alice Rowle | Apr 9 2015, 11:47:56 AM Post #19 | ||
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Alice nearly expected herself to be mistaken for Vera Wickham again. With a curious expression, she lowered herself onto the seat beside Imogen, her heart pulsing underneath her shirt with a frenzied panic. These unfamiliar faces - vaguely recognizable - set her on a high alert. She felt as if she were in the doomed walls of purgatory, emptiness and confusion flooding her desperate senses. A part of her found relief in Imogen's welcoming presence. Imogen, unlike the rest of the Nott family, seemed more progressive and accepting of the unknown. As a Rowle, Alice was trained to accept only those with worthy surnames. Out of the entire common room inhabitants, Alice could only be seen publicly with one. It was cruel, yet strangely exciting to be silently revolting against pureblood standards. Alice's stomach hardened, as if she had been kicked in the gut. Don't be a fool. Alice thought to herself, digging her nails into her palms. They will take everything from you if you are not careful. Slowly, her eyes slid to Ioanna MacGowan again. Even your life. Alice inhaled softly in an attempt calm herself without drawing attention. She crossed her legs and straightened her back. "Alice Rowle. I've heard there's another Alice around here, Gryffindor." Though not as pretty as I am. These first, beginning moments were crucial. What kind of person was Imogen Nott? Was she someone whom Alice could see herself confiding her secrets in? Alice glanced at the pretty blonde from the corner of her eye. And above all, Alice wanted to make a lasting impression on Imogen. Alice was game, and she would be willing to go to desperate lengths to prove it. She mustered her best inviting smile. "I feel like I'm at a loss. I transferred here from Salem - which, actually, my parents decided to move me before the school fell. And then it happened and it seemed like I didn't have a choice anymore. It was a bizarre turn of events." She flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder, her eyes glistening with confidence. "I don't know many people here. Naturally, the Nott name drew my attention." |
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| Imogen Nott | Apr 9 2015, 12:13:07 PM Post #20 | ||
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Carmen seemed to be in a huff, escaping back to her own world through a small notebook. Imogen had seen that thing more times than she’d like to admit, but she never felt compelled to ask about it. It was none of her business. So instead of asking what had put Carmen into a foul mood, Imogen directed her attention on Alice who was probably feeling isolated at this point. It could have been a self-made isolation, but that didn’t make the feeling any less significant or important. “Ah yes, the other Alice is from America too.” Imogen flashed the girl a small smile as she pulled her legs up onto the sofa. She curled them under her body and closed the newspaper that was still hanging off the tips of her fingers. It was understandable that Alice wouldn’t know too many people at Hogwarts, but it was funny how families could be so connected and intertwined. Imogen wondered whether Alice thought she would come here and know more people than what was the case. “My family name does that sometimes.” Imogen let out a small laugh. “Especially as of late.” Imogen had watched her aunt carefully place in moves and plans to rectify the name. To make it great again. “I’ve heard of your family name, but I don’t know as much as I’d like about the other families.” Imogen had come into the game late. An orphan girl, with a sudden aunt who knew all the tricks and could pull any rope she desired. It was hard to fit in, and maybe that was why Imogen fell back on her home at the orphanage. |
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