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James listened to what his friends said according to the topic he has just shared. Harriet and Jocelyn were all go instead of Dante. He was always the one who thinks first then kill later. With his Occlumency skill he can read the minds of people which was quite frustrating. It was getting on James’ nerves. James nodded at Harriet and Joce. “Well, yeah, I’ll try not to go too far but I can’t promise that. I’m the son of a prodigy known with his recklessness.” His blue hues were on Joce’s now, “What I think of a place is to use the Room of Requirement. We can practice there without being seen if we be too serious and too cautious about where we are, what to do, how to do.”

His hues were on Dante, “Haven’t anyone told you that it is illegal to get into someone’s head and read their thoughts?” He shook his head, “I do understand your concerns, Dante. I really do. However, we can’t lose more time. We don’t have time to lose. Time is a luxury for us.” He sighed as he was still looking at him, “Yeah, we can have Occlumency if it is that you wish. Alas, I can’t make it my priority skill. I’m sorry.” He looked at both Harriet and Joce, and looked at him, “You need to decide now, Dante. Are you with us or not?” He was using his serious tone and knew somehow that he could read his mind once again.

At that moment, he was thinking of his friendship with Dante, about how they did trust each other once upon a time. He was smiling in his dream to Dante. Nevertheless, he couldn’t allow any obstacles to stand in his way. He had to do it, and he had to do it as quickly as possible with care. Now, he was thinking of leaving Dante alone with his thoughts. Then, his memory changed into his happy times with Joce as well as their sad and sorrow times. Now, it was showing the moments with Harriet. Her laugh, her smile, her feelings, her blush. Then, the picture was changed into a scene where there was a vast area, full of dead bodies including theirs. He said in the inside, ‘If we lose any more time, this is what we are going to face with. Think about this carefully! I beg of you!’ Last, his body turned into the dust as well become one with the wind.

Harriet listened quietly at one was brought up, indeed making duel club would not be easy to conceal. James joking assurances that he would not be reckless was not comforting but at least he had a good started an in mind. Dante also raised a good point about security, however mind readers was only part of the problem. "Security should be top concern James, if we are going to take these risk." She spoke in soft concerned tone.

"Legilimens is a good point, I am all for occlumancy lesson but that will take time. It is working to protect ourselves from the dragon when rats and snakes are more likely to prove more likely to be our downfall." She said to all three with a grave expression." We need to consider the danger that may come from the inside than outside. I have no doubt about the four of us but we need to very careful about who we bring in into this. All the occlumancy training means nothing if someone simply talks. We might also need to consider researching the fedalius charm."

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Interactions: Nicola, Open[/div][/div][div class=contentParent][div class=borderWrap][div class="border borderWide"][/div][div class="border borderTall"][/div][div class="border borderShort"][/div][div class=scrollWrap][div class=textWrap] Just after his last class of the day let out, Albus headed straight to the Slytherin corridors. He wasn’t feeling very good after the ‘watered down’ class and needed a place to relax. Ever since Hogwarts changed, everything seemed so dull. Once Albus reached his bed, he let himself fall back onto it. That’s when he realized how tense he was. Reaching into his robe’s pocket, he pulled out a bag of sherbet lemons and popped one into his mouth. After laying there for a while with his hair in his face, he decided to read something to get his mind off the world. Pushing his wavy hair from his eyes, he reached into his suitcase and pulled out the first book he could find. “The Tales of Beedle the Bard,” he said with a sigh.

The book had brought back memories from his childhood. His mother and father would both read that book to him when he was feeling down. It was his favorite book, and perhaps still is but he didn’t want to think about them. Them, his parents, they felt more like a dream than reality. But it wasn’t a dream, would a dream cause his eyes to burn as they do now. If only he could talk to someone who was going through the same thing, it might make him feel better. There were his siblings, but ever since he became a Slytherin he felt like a wall was between them. If only he realized he was a Potter before Slytherin, not the other way around. He put the book back before wiping a single tear from his eye.

Albus decided he needed a different set of reading material. Not a children’s book that reminded him of his past. The library would be a fresh start with a large variety. He left the dungeons after wiping his face with his Slytherin robe. As he was traveling to the library he realized his sherbet lemon had disintegrated in his mouth. Now he didn’t have anything to keep his mind off his family. If only he hadn’t left his candy bag on his bed, too late for that now. He decided to take a run through the halls to clear his mind. Hoping no uptight Professor spotted him, he finally reached the library. He slowly walked through the entrance taking in the fresh smell of old books. That aroma always brought him joy. Letting his fingers brush the books as he read the titles, his eye caught something interesting. It was a girl from Gryffindor. While he usually tried to avoid Gryffindors for no apparent reason, he was intrigued by the girl with platinum hair. And after all, what could a first year do to him. As he approached her, he noticed a book she was trying to conceal. He spoke, despite feeling like curling into a ball and hiding among the books. "So, how do you like Hogwarts so far?"
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Nicola had been trying to leave the library, though of course she didn't want to just run out the front door as that would look odd, instead she would pretend to be interested in this book or that slowly making her way out with the forbidden book and two normal books. She actually could have checked the books on the wizarding wars out with ease it was just the biography that she couldn't and likely an older student could but waiting years for a silly book was to long. Still she was trying to not stand out Nicola tried to cover up the restricted book as while few might be able to tell from covers who knew what people knew and punishments had apparently gotten worse. Nicola didn't know what the school was like before the current headmistress, but she hadn't really been to bugged by her or her goons and actually had been helped in her search by the woman. Nicola just assumed it was older students being more used to freedom and not liking change as the magic world seemed to despise modernization. Still as she made her way out the last thing Nicola expected was someone that wasn't actually staff or one of the ghosts coming up to her. The guy judging by green on his robes was syltherin and given he was taller than her he was likely a few years above he, his more mature face also said that and she did notice he was fairly good looking. Though actually a lot of people were fairly good looking here, did wizards get some kind of super natural beauty? Still he was in the opposite house as her or something the house system seemed rather silly and drove really bad divisions int he school. It also gave anyone in the green a bad reputation as a future evil wizard, that had to suck. Still that was nurture not everyone in syltherin was bad and Nicola herself had almost been sorted there, but apparently she didn't have the right mind as the hat said which would really disappoint someone, the hat was odd about it.

" It is neat" Nicola said not showing any fear or hostility as well why should she be aside from then forbidden book she was hiding. " Really crazy to think magic is real and i would go to a school for it " She continued revealing or rather seemingly revealing she was a muggle born even though she wasn't.

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Walking their way to the Quidditch Pitch. They began to discuss about the Patronus Charm. It was a shame he didn't know too much about the Patronus Charm. She needed to master it more than anything. He wasn't very Ravenclaw to be honest. He seemed way too polite and mannered that he almost came off as a pureblood. But it was off a little.
"Well that's a shame. I'm quite interested in mastering the Patronus Charm."
He said his name was Arnaldus Moody. Moody?! Was he... related to Alastor Moody? And he wanted her to call him Arnie?
Clairabelle's nose wrinkled in suprise. Was that a joke? She didn't really know what he was attempting to do there, but it'd be improper to call him that
"It would be improper of me to call you that, Mister Arnaldus."
She sighed. At this rate she'd never master the Patronus Charm. However he did mention he had a team. Did he play Quidditch? How unusual for a Ravenclaw.
Perhaps he did more than just read. She got the feeling she should test him. He was soon becoming an interesting subject.
"Mister Arnaldus, Are you perhaps on the Quidditch Team? Or do you just watch it? What about it interests you?"
She still hadn't met somebody who saw the numbers. She was hoping he did. People never understood what she meant when she talked about it so she stopped mentioning it long before she even attended Hogwarts.
That being said, he seemed alright. It wasn't like she knew much about him from the few sentences he had said. Although he had some sort of humor with abit of a politeness, but she was still guessing he wasn't a pureblood.
He seemed like he knew alot about spells.
"Do you have a favorite spell? I...do have an interest in the Patronus Charm. It's a perfect defense. Although it's useless against anything besides a dementor, it's so perfected that I just wonder how it was achieved. The Protego Maxima is another interest of mine. Embarassingly I am quite interested in defensive magic although alot of them tend to be charms, which I sadly struggle with."


The Silent Z

The pair were an odd sight to some that much was certain in Arnaldus's mind, it wasn't the most common thing to see a Slytherin and Ravenclaw conversing and walking about the grounds together. But that was one point of interest, perhaps his views on slytherin would be proven part true and part incorrect. On one hand he saw slytherin as the elitist house yet knew not all could be and and could think of a few names that'd prove it. Still getting back to the girl next to him, Arnaldus pondered if they were on the same page? It seemed she thought him a lacking of knowledge sort especially with the patronus charm. But then again, using a patronus charm and teaching it were two different things in his opinion. It ultimately came down to a memory, a happy memory that is powerful enough to draw from and use to overcome a dementor by successfully casting a patronus. The spell did require much mor work then that and details, but a insufficient memory of hope and happiness would fail the witch or wizard. Truly the best way was probably taking a risk and getting one step hands on a boggart...... Not exactly a easy task nor one that could be accomplished these days. The headmistress and her goons would put a stop to any such attempts of superior learning and advancement beyond what they'd allow.

"Until you have a powerful memory of happiness and hope.... It's not a spell one can master." Arnaldus spoke in reply putting away the details of finer sorts about the spell and leaving it there to rest. However his eyes took a taking back of notice to Clairabelle's nose wrinkle and look of surprise though to what exactly was the question. Was it his name Arnaldus or its shorter variant, Arnie? Or was she shocked that he was a Moody? The girl was full of curiosities. But soon he found his answer and was called Mister Arnaldus to boot. The boy chuckled and shook his head with a slight shrug of his shoulders, "Mister Arnaldus, Huh? Ok." He began in response keeping a light hearted touch to his reactions. "I must admit.... You and I come from different backgrounds. Improper usually doesn't get attached to being called Arnie where I'm from, but I'm ok with Arnaldus too. My full given name however is a mouthful so don't expect to hear me say it often." Arnaldus added with a smile.

Next came the topic of quidditch, he did love and enjoy the sport. It was third on his list of priorities and higher on things he enjoyed. But his eyes widened a bit in shock, was she really unaware of house Ravenclaws team? He wasn't a spotlight position like seeker or chaser that garnered more interest and was more flashy compared to his role. Though he still preferred his role of beater, it suited him and his personality. He wasn't a cocky and flashy sort that boasted or sought the spotlight.... Not that all did but their were some that matched the profile. However not being recognized as a quidditch player was a tad surprising especially since Clairabelle was not that far behind his year and if not for the timing of his birthday, would be only a year older if he guessed her year right. Again he smiled with a soft chuckle and shrugged his shoulders, allowing it to play off him and enjoy the topic at hand. He had to admit she had more questions then he'd of expected about the game. "Yes actually, Miss Clairabelle. I started my second year as a chaser, but didn't quite enjoy the fit of the position and moved to beater my third year when we needed the spot filled after one of our beaters graduated. I've been a beater ever since." Arnaldus replied to the first part of the question. "I watch it as well, though don't see the professional teams play too often. I travel too much to keep up, so just check scores when I can and follow the quidditch cup that way. Obviously I'm a Scotland national team fan, and I wish the Banchory Bangers would be allowed to return." He added thinking it was fair to assume others would think his national team would be the same as his accent and nationality.

"What interests me about it? You're a curious one miss Cartwright, I'll say you are one curious girl." Arnaldus smiled gently and nodded. "The freedom of worldly troubles I guess. Up there upon your broom, all the hate and attacks are almost non existent. You just play your heart out for your team, your fellow house mates and supporters and have fun. While also trying to win. While as a fan you watch and cheer with your friends and fellow team supporters no matter who they are or who you share as a team, backgrounds matter less during game time. Not to mention the sight of those stars when playing a night game, the dark blue sky and gentle light from the moon as clouds blanket the air above, like a sea floating above us all......" He began to ramble a bit before coming to a pause and taking a deep breath and exhale with a smile. " There just isn't anything like it. While the air is.... magnificent and fresh as it fills your lungs with new life as you play. Just he feel of the breeze coursing through your hair and brushing against your face is a refreshing and sweet feel."

After replying in length to her questions and likely more so then she had meant to have received in answer. Arnaldus slowed down and looked toward Clairabelle now facing her as she spoke spells and if he had any favorites, while sharing her own. He often smiled and kept a light heart, sharing a humor he often had when his mood wasn't struck and triggered differently, he was a passionate and kind with a knack for staying humble and allowing what knowledge and skills he has remain present but not boasted. So when he could talk about spells and quidditch without finding himself in the presence of a person that triggered him and his more fiery and protective nature, it was quite nice. "The patronus is a nice choice. Fitting considering your interest in learning the spell, it has a nice legend attached to it as well. The protege maxima is a very interesting pick, clearly your liking of defensive spells speaks a lot about you, I think." Arnaldus replied knowing his own answer and choice with ease and clarity. While he did enjoy a great number of spells that interested him and served different purposes, many charms and other kinds, here was always one that would remain his favorite and it was from his top subject, Transfigurations.

" Amato Animo animato animagus.... A spell from the class of transfigurations. I'm sure you've heard about it, but it's the animagus spell incantation. I love that spell.... not a easy one learn and get down but tremendously useful and freeing when you do." Arnaldus spoke in reply again replying more at length then perhaps she'd prefer though he'd admit it was hard to tell so far. "Charms and Transfigurations tend to play more to my favorites. Arresto Momentum is a underrated spell in my opinion, one of my many favorites. But I too take a liking to defensive spells, though there is one fire spell I enjoy, causes dancing flames to spark from your wand and move so beautifully toward your target. I also like Aqua Eructo and Avifors....." He added chuckling towards the end. "I've got too many to name I suppose. But the animagus spell is definitely the top favorite for me."

"Charms is rather fun, I always enjoyed charms class especially when Professor flitwick taught. I never mind helping either, so should you feel wanting assistance with your charms work then I'm sure I'll be around." Arnaldus offered kindly while reminiscing a bit at the same time. "Now, I think it's my turn Miss Clairabelle.... What's your favorite hobby besides learning spells and watching quidditch?"

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He glanced around the room to check for any other Gryffindors. He didn’t want an overprotective student looking for a fight. ‘A Slytherin talking to a younger Gryff? He must be bullying her,’ why did their houses have such a bad past, he wondered. Studying the room further, there were only Ravenclaws in sight, what a relief. He did admire the blue-robed students for their books, for he too could get lost in one and overly imagine things. That was probably happening now he thought and concentrated on the present and Nicola. “Well, I’ll leave you to your reading marathon. Hopefully you find what you’re looking for.” He tried to get a closer look at the reading material by tilting his head, but only managed to see the title of one on the wizarding war. “Ah the wizarding wars,” he said with a quiet voice. “I’m very familiar with the second, heard the story many, many times.” Pulling a hand from his pocket and offering it to her, he spoke. “I’m Albus, Albus Severus Potter”
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Magic is anything but plain, monotone and clear. If any wizard tries to convince you that a curse has only one ascertained solution, it is only a matter of time when he’ll try to trick you. This, of course, leads to a huge difference in teaching and in thoughts with various wizards, who try to look into the magic. Some try to rationalise its discordance, drawing the similarities in different paths into laws and exceptions. Some take it intuitive, opening new horizons through chaos and inventing new ways to exploit Magic. Without fail, everyone finds their own attitude towards this art, this power and this omnipresent energy, which guides it’s users throughout the Universe. Yet... studying Magic is plain, monotone and clear.
He was young, true, and he probably missed out certain aspects when he overlooked Britain in it’s magical light, but the fact that the Ministry tried to drive the magic in order seemed strange. Were they trying to raise some ordinary wizards, oblivious to their potential when they ran out of instructions? Yes, Eugene highly doubted that anyone he knew would have the courage to mess with verbal formulae, but students must have thought out the possibilities that wrong wording and moving can present. Even if it was on the level of a rumour, such as Stupefy being able to produce rain if pronounced with a stuffy nose, it was rational thinking. It was thinking out the possibilities. It was thinking, as simple as that. And the current DADA lessons certainly didn’t need thinking.

His extravagant picnic with antiques was merely interrupted by himself, as Eugene had taken a closer look at the Quidditch players. Three of them joined the peculiar Ravenclaw student, obviously excited and still red-faced in the slightest, but forced specific measures as to avoid getting... what? What did sixth year students have that should be guided against eavesdropping? Judging by the numerical superiority of red-cloaked students, known for their exceptional chivalry and absent minded bravery, it was probably an act of terror against the current regime. Although... that was too progressive for this world, so let’s get down to Earth — it was possibly a prank, just to upset the plans of our headmistress. What for? The guy scratched his throat, feeling his face getting cold. That was a different story.

The barrier shined out the space around students. Not invisible? He managed to hear the two spells that they used, and had taken a second to admire the wand movements. Rough, but it unveiled how the spell was done visually. He should learn more on that topic, and that’s for later thinking, because he had to follow them. It had something to do with intuition, although he relied less and less on it as years passed. Spirits couldn’t be wrong in their view of Disillusionment charm was at his command, yet Eugene still couldn’t achieve full invisibility — it had something to do with modified wand movement, he knew, and it was said that Dumbledore could use this charm to it’s full extent. Nevertheless, he felt his body soaked by the charm’s foreign touch, as his clothes, skin and hair morphed, taking on the colour of the surroundings. He was ready to follow them, to hear anything of his interest and, possibly, to join.
He should have tried and conversed with Dante in any way possible, but... That’s the thing about the charms that cause defects or delusions. They make it almost impossible to pass your magic through the barrier, or, moreover, use legilimency. Whispering would surely be heard, and he couldn’t walk closer since he could break the constitution of their shields. Eugene was forced to eavesdrop, and, while sure that his inability to do so is a temporary disadvantage, it will drive him to his prophetic thoughts. A certain Slytherin just needs to get his inner Ravenclaw up and working.

Harriet smiled at the trio infront of her, she had no doubt in any of them. They were the people you want by your side to do some misfits. They would through themselves in the fire for each other and she would do the same for them. It would not be easy not by a long shot but they would do it. "Ok we have four of us crazy enough to do this idea and we have some good ideas to start with." She finally spoke up after a moment of thought. "We need to take this step by step and make a plan of our next move." She added. "I suggest we try to get the room of Requirement or anywhere we cam practice in secret. Obviously we cant do much without it. We need to sync out schedules and pick out times we can sneak of to practice... If we are going for the room we need to see if and when the guards patrol."

Nicola listened to the older student though she did notice he seemed uncomfortable with her. Nicola assumed two things that this guy was shy and apprently because of their houses this was odd. She could guess shyness because if he wasn't she was sure he would have been more like other slytherins and this was chst was odd because rivals. Nicola hadn't been checking what colors were in the library as she had been more intrested in her book than who was here. No one came to big them as it seemed the red house was out doing stuff but Nicola had thought up an excuse if anyone had asked and only after she had thought it did she know it was silly. She would save it for latter just in case. What albus said after the marathon comment was intresting he knew people from the second war. Nicola knew she was apprently possibly related to someone that had been in the two wizarding wars but perhaps Albus could give better ideas than a book. The name potter famous the world around was to Nicola a mystery she didn't know of the boy who lived or his besting of the dark lord. To Nicola Albus was a normal shy guy with a funny name.

"Nice to meet you I am Nicola Armstead" She said reaching out and shaking Albus' hand "And if you could tell me some stories about the second I would love to hear them. I am kind of intrested in what wizard wars are like compared to muggle ones" she continued half asking for stories but trying not to be forceful. She didnt mention her connection because well she had heard of it from the headmistress and being liked by her was a bad thing it seemed.

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She had to have a happy memory filled with hope, she knew that. She had one. There was a time when it was snowing, she had just gotten a new dress from her mother and her father took her to one of their family friends who raised and trained owls. She had gotten to pick out her own Owl. It was a Snow Owl she had named Oz.
She was brought back to reality when he had mentioned that they had come from different backgrounds. It was what she assumed from his behavior. Although his last name was still curious. If he was a Moody, wouldn't he have been raised as a pureblood? Who had married a muggle in his family that he would be raised as one.

He then went on describing the excitement of Quidditch. It had made her hopeful. She too wanted to experience the freedom of worldly troubles. The way he described the stars and the sky. It was something she never heard anyone talk about in such a way. However he didn't see the numbers. In a sense she felt sad but hopeful. It wasn't the answer she had been looking for but it was still a good one nonetheless. He had an appreciation for scotland's team. He was definitely not a normal Ravenclaw.

He complimented her about her choices in spells and her interest in defensive magic. Traditionally many Slytherins who went evil had always had a interest in things like curses or the Dark Arts.
Clairabelle stayed quite in the opposite direction, always being interested in spells generally thought to have a connection with the light, but mostly defensive spells.

After mentioning the Animagus ... she paused. That was an interesting pick. Being able to transform into an Animagus was somewhat rare. She wondered what interested him about it.
It was suddenly her turn to talk. Her own hobbies besides reading and watching Quidditch.

"Well I suppose I like to shop. I honestly don't do too much to be honest. I kinda wish more interesting things happened here at Hogwarts. It's like the magic in the world is fading sometimes."
The Silent Z

Harriet sat with the rest of her house at the Ravwnclaw table trying to enjoy the Halloween feast. The ghost were out in force above them dancing or playing with the other students, Peeves was having a field pulling his pranks on students, teachers and guards alike accept of course the headmistress who was nowhere to be seen. She, for her part, wore a frankenstein's monster mask brought over by one of her fellow muggle students, trying to scare some of the first years.

However, it all didn't seem natural to her or at least this holloween party felt different from other years. Despite the a laughter, play and feasting there was an underlining tention in the air, a real fear and forbidding she felt and could see in the others. Like her, it seemed everyone was trying to have fun rather than having, to ignore the wrong that was in the school or pretend it wasn't there. Almost as if it was forced on them. She tried to tell herself she was imagining thing, and it maybe she was, however the more she stayed it the Hall the more she felt it. It was upsetting to her as it seemed another joy of this place disappeared under this new regime.

This feeling mixed with her fathers condition worsening, meaning he barely ever left the hut, making her feel suffocated and near tears. Eventually she could not take it, she needed some air. Without warning she stood and carelessly, her large frame knocking the table knocking over some of the tables contents before walking quickly out. She ignored any calls to her concerned or otherwise, making a beeline for the school entrance.

Clairabelle was having a lovely time. Social events and gatherings were within her forte. Her ability to be professional and entertaining in an interesting way was adept.
Perhaps she had been a hostess of a show in a past life. She was getting to be quite popular lately, something that was uncommon for her as she had to admit, she was abit weird.
Perhaps it had to do with how she had grown to be very beautiful. She was very unaware of her own attractiveness. She could be very oblivious to the most obvious things.
In a sense of fashion one could probably only expect from her, she had decided to wear a white fur coat and had a white masquerade mask with a veil. As a sort of costume for the occasion.
She almost looked like some sort of Queen, except she was missing a crown. Not that she would wear them, she had this objection to wearing crowns as she claimed they were "Fickle and uncomfortable."
She had been enjoying the feast and chatting with a group of girls in Slytherin. They were discussing things and constantly giggling.
Most of it had to do with shopping. Although when one of them asked what she was doing the other day hanging with the Moody kid. She simply stated they were talking about their studies. To which the other girls said "Oh..." almost in disappointment it seemed to Clairabelle... Something which she didn't understand. What else would they have talking about?
She noticed quite a few students had decided to leave the feast as soon as possible. It wasn't something she didn't understand herself. People were fearful these days and Hogwarts didn't always feel like the best place to be. behind the mask she frowned for a moment. Lately she had been wanting to do something about the tension people had about this school.

It was the same feeling she had before countless times. She always felt like the magic in the world was visibly fading.
Still she couldn't really think about what she could even do. It was probably best to enjoy the night and think about it later.
One of the girls had commented about Clairabelle's coat which brought her back to reality.
"Where did you get such a coat Claire?"
She had actually gotten it from her mother. Who was obsessed with fashion to the point where she would make deals with people in order to get the clothes before others could.
She also designed her own line of Clothes, so Clairabelle was constantly receiving fashionables even when she didn't even need them.
"Oh my mother gave it to me!" She said brightly.

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Location: Great hall

In two months Nicola had learned how to do a few charms without a wand, though she always needed to know how to do it with a wand first and to it well. After the first charmed worked she had managed to learn or more accurately half learn 2 more. These two barely worked as one might expect she was a first year and magic was still new and it was only though constant determined practice to even get this far. Right now it was Halloween and Nicola was a little surprised they celebrated it at all given how muggles did. In truth this was nothing like the Halloweens she was used to as there were no costumes or going out to get candy, just a large feast. This Halloween was rather dull to Nicola, wizards couldn't even watch any Halloween specials of shows, actually wizards didn't seem to have magic TV yet just books and seemingly one sport. It seemed to Nicola that muggles without a doubt had more entertainment then the magical community. Still Nicola had her two friends and their little club house, when myrtle wasn't throwing a fit, to do things with and in to keep her from lacking in fun. Nicola had tried to look into the blacks and well it was mostly a dead end as a school had no records she could get to in order to read over. In the books she had taken and returned two of as the book on the dark lord had proven hard to return without anyone finding out, there was mention of a black. A Sirius black a name that the older potter shared, but if there was a connection she didn't know. It was hard to ask about it without looking to odd and from what little Nicola had learned the Black family was not well liked.

After getting some food Nicola would look around the sea of people, while there was plenty of segregation people were still intermixing, or three out of four tables were the syltherin's were as normal keeping to themselves not wanting to associate with the other houses. Then she saw the person she was looking for or well one of two Nathan the guy who had helped her learn her magic the most . Nicola wanted to find her two friends and maybe do something fun in their club she had heard the bathroom had a chamber below it that you could get in with snakes during one of Albus's stories. That would be something cool to do for a scary night , if they could find a snake.

Heading up to Nathan who was standing around not eating anything looking as uncomfortable as ever with his fellows " Hey Nathan I have an idea we need to get Tryus and go to the club" She said keeping her plan a secret even though she really should find out if someone had a snake.

MegMath13

There was a certain quality of the night sky, it was rarely anything but cool this time of year. The darkness above a gentle mix of black and blue that blended together nicely to form such a color of midnight even if the hour wasn’t quite twelve when one would wander and gaze upon the worldly blanket that lay above their heads like a ocean that reflected below across the world mirroring each other in a way if you asked Arnaldus. The simple treasure one could enjoy and lose themselves when things became too much and they needed to calm and relax themselves before overheating and stressing out. Simply look above, look at those stars and the many stories behind them, one of the few memories he had of his mother was her voice telling a lullaby of sorts about some of them, why and how he could recall this had never been answered and figured out by the sixth year.

But somehow he could and learning about other stories and legends, myths and such always could occupy him.. those stars and moon above, the sky somehow taking a backseat to the forms of beautiful yet natural light above despite covering the most space and the clouds of course that seemed to take various shapes pending the person looking up at them. If only he could write tonight, if only his mind wasn’t so occupied with other matters that bothered him and stretched his thoughts too far and away from his calm and cool preference of manner. If he could this view would be rather inspiring, you know?

As Arnaldus stood with his back to the stairs but his ears gently listening for foreign steps and noises not his own. He kept his arms held behind his back with a crossing and laying over one another as if he was a professor and scholar aiming to appear at ease and in deep thought while still looking smart and dignified, a striking pose for such a person. He started to prepare his hand and mainly his fingers while noticing a sound coming near his proximity, it seemed like a pair of feet followed by another whilst hushed voices began a whisper.....

“Either a pair of lovers came to snog tonight in this tower..... Or I won’t be in pleasant company soon.” Arnaldus theorized quietly while tilting his head just slightly to lend his ear a slightly better position while giving his eyes a slight peripheral view to work with. Soon enough a pair of Morgana’s goons appeared topping the stairs coming into slight view of his peripheral and clearly in better more clear range of his sense of hearing. Taking a soft and gentle breath to my mimic one taking in the fresh air while he subtly released and sighed using the mimicked form of breath to mask his annoyance of the pair stumbling upon his peaceful time in the tower. He put on a fake smile and look of dashing knowing full well his looks wouldn’t get him out of this well whatever mess they will create for him, but it was part of his charm if you will. A crooked smile met by his dimples and topped off with a certain look of his brow and gaze from his dark green eyes.

Allowing no chance to let them start off, he cut forward as they appeared ready to speak. “Gentlemen... lovely night this hallow eve, no?” Arnaldus began initiating the first move of his plan that was forming since the notice of steps and whispers entering the stairwell and moving up toward the tower. “Only few are as beautiful as this.... few chances for a holiday such as Halloween and a storied night playing in the background. Sets a certain... grand tale to unfold and look upon in wonder. Am I wrong?” He furthered giving a white lie as he thought many nights were just as beautiful yet with a mix of truth using the particular day or night this was blended nicely he thought to overlook the exaggerated opinion of the night tonight. Meanwhile as he spoke of halloweeen he gestured to his costume, well he thought it was a costume, in this world he’d appear dreadfully muggle in his Jeans that were a bit tight to his form, a plain white tee underneath a leather jacket that was slightly faded at the shoulders. They were his actual clothes he wore outside of the school year and could say made him look like a 50’s movie star on a poster you’d see in a retro section of a pawn shop or collectors space, all that was missing from the picture he struck was a knee appearing with his arm resting over top and a cigarette hanging somewhat loosely from his lips. Truly a pose he could strike, if he really wished to pull off the look and get into character further then he was now.

“A few muggles I thought of from a different time... But I think I pull off a Steve McQueen look rather well, don’t you?” He added delaying the two for a tad longer before letting them eventually jump in and aim to silence the young man. Truthfully he didn’t really care what they thought or if they agreed with anything or not, he figured they wouldn’t but it was a decent stall tactic off the spot he rather thought. “Shut it! You talkative twit...” One spat cutting in and glaring at the Ravenclaw. “We could care less about your... pathetic costume! Now why are you here in the tower at this time, quickly now, why?” the second and slightly shorter man followed keeping the trend they seemed to pose. A slight venom and hiss in their spat of retorts. “Yeah... you should be at the hall awaiting with the others and having a feast.” the other joined back in with a follow of his own.

A inner shake of his head and a sigh if it were possible just went on within Arnaldus. Boy, these two finished each other’s sentences well, perhaps they paired together a bit too often? The boy mused to himself in thought, retaining his smile and chuckled softly. “Gentlemen.... yes could I call you that? Well... you won’t believe this, but I was feeling rather claustrophobic in there.” Arnaldus quickly improvised while taking a measured step forward with a slight lowering of his head and shoulders timing his movements carefully all the while appearing casual. He came to a stop after taking a calculated two step approach forward and looked up toward them lips ready to speak amongst the dimples and crooked form of his chuckled smile. “Darndest thing... There I was sitting a table my house table, having a laugh and enjoying the festivities when... suddenly I just started to feel rather hot, shorter breaths started and creeped in, a slight panic won’t you know? It just followed just like that.” He added with a snap of his fingers as one arm motioned away from their prior position behind his back and raised to eye level giving off a snap to further compliment his tactic and falsifying story he gave them and was in the process of telling.

“Well, I knew, I just knew gentlemen... I had to get out of there. The walls started closing in after all and the students laughter became distant yet their heads seemed larger.... is that possible? *throws in a small laugh* filling the room even more and making the air feel tight, hard to breathe and feeling trapped, closed in all around. Think the punch was spiked?” Arnaldus added once again taking a measured step moving this time a bit to the left as he strode slightly forward, closing the gap between them a tad more. “Would that be possible?” He continued a bit before giving pause and gauging their reaction to his story and further delaying them. He looked to delay and distract while placing himself just where he intended without attracting their attention. One trick he learned from his travels across the UK and amongst the muggles was to follow, first though he had to keep them off his trail, a way of keeping their attention focused on one hand while the other pulled off quite the move, if you will.

At this point the pair looked annoyed and shook their heads. Whether or not they believed his story the Ravenclaw could tell but that part wasn’t exactly important rather it was the purpose it served that truly meant something and it seemed to be working as far as he could tell. Just as they were about spat in reply to him and his tale, likely shooting down his claustrophobia with a demand he get back to the feast at once. But as soon as they were about speak, Arnaldus used the timing of their lips about motion to catch them off guard and slip and slide between with a gentle half twist, a soft pick pocket, a old fashioned bump and grab if you will except less bump and more soft of hand. “Gentlemen, yes, of course.... I understand. I know exactly what you will say and mean, I should really face my fear and get back to the feast. Inspiring that is!” He interrupted before they could speak, timing it with his motion of wand picking and to distract them a bit further while bring his hands down and moving behind his back, moving both their wands into one hand and motioning for his wand to drop from his sleeve and fall into place in his right hand. “I never would have thought you two... so helpful and effortlessly inspiring using such simplicity in your wisdom.” Arnaldus added masking his intentions the best he could, while taking a measured slide back and beginning to move his right hand slowly out from behind his back and into view. Intending to time everything just right, “Quite the reality.....” He briefly spoke before a slight pause and look down and to his right seemingly every motion and word was timed, carefully chosen and thought out with a escalating plan about to see its unfolding reach a end....

Looking up toward the pair and wand raised, thought clear and incantation properly in mind, wand now swiftly raised up and out toward them as they went for their wands in reaction. “Obliviate!!” Arnaldus spoke aiming to obscure their memories with a known charm and wipe his presence from their minds. A green light glowing from the tip of his wand before casting forward and striking the pair. Meanwhile he swiftly motioned back with a slide and slipped away, down the stairs after dropping their wands at their feet and moving his own wand back into his sleeve.

Now was a goal of reaching the hall and get back to his table. He already had another excuse in mind if he was asked his whereabouts and cause for disappearing for some time, the lavatory was a simple, natural and fair reason and easily the most likely to be accepted.... after all nature does call and you must answer, even elitist guards and leaders wouldn’t want to deal and be near the consequences if one hadn’t answered the call. While he figured once the pair was found and if it should ever come to light they had a encounter, it was unlikely even with the wands at each other’s feet and possible though unlikely story that could be raised of them having a falling out and causing their own problems involving their memory. It was a nice thought if luck would be a fair lady tonight.....

Reaching the hall and appearing near the doors, Arnaldus gave a smile in passing to Harriet with a tipping of his cap motion, whilst he slipped back into the great hall and observed the room real quick, noticing the young hufflepuff causing a slight chuckle and shake of his head as the boy laughed something off and appeared flat on his back. While looking toward a couple of first years at another table conversing, smiling at the sight of a young gryffindor and a young Slytherin breaking the trend the rival houses often had with one another and socializing. Then as he moved toward his table and the spot he had been at earlier, he looked toward another, his eyes momentarily falling upon Clairabelle at the Slytherin table, offering a Arnaldus smile and version of charm and dashing in her direction before stepping lightly to his table and settling back in with a return to social activity and acting as if he never left or missed a beat.

Location: The Great Hall
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Mentions/References/Tags: Harriet ThatGuyWithSouvlaki , Nicola Karcen , Nathan MegMath13 , Tyrus, Clairabelle SomebodyElse

" Okay we are all here lets go to our club i have something to tell you guys and for us to try" Nicola said , she often took on the role of the leader of their little group, at least in her mind, and so she didn't expect much protest from her two friends as well what else were they going to do sit here and eat all night.

Getting to the bathroom that was their club actually wasn't to hard. The three of them often were out a bit late and rarely got caught and even more rarely got in trouble for it. Nicola could only explain this as the hall monitors not really caring about some first years running about a little after curfew they had bigger fish to fry bigger threats to deal with. That was why today they got to the bathroom with ease despite the likely increased guards. Nicola had asked Albus about stories of his father and it seemed that Harry potter had done a lot in this school year after year he had adventures and one of those adventures was perfect for today. There was just one problem Nicola wasn't sure of how to get to the spooky chamber below the bathroom.

" I am not sure if you guys have heard of the chamber of secretes." Nicola started syltherins likely did but after it was found to be real many might " Well i know it is real and it is below us right now" She explained " i never brought this up because it wasn't today as in muggle culture aside from dressing up and getting treats we also tell scary stories and do spooky challenges. That is why we three should enter the chamber and explore it" Nicola said not letting the others speak " I even know how we get in from a friend of mine whose father opened the chamber a few years ago so all we need is to get a snake to tell the chamber to open, so can anyone summon a snake?" She asked not actually knowing that spell or if there even was a spell for summoning a snake.

MegMath13 The Silent Z