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[MegMath13]

OCTOBER 9th, 2019

The air outside was starting to get chilly but nothing could feel more chilly than the inside of Hogwarts. The once bright corridors were gloomy and the first years had not gotten the real experience this year. Yes, the sorting had happened as normal but the train and carriages had men in Black coats patrolling the halls. The DADA class had been morphed into something that was almost unrecongizable. Families had been separated, parents had gone into hiding and some children were left almost alone.

The last classes of the day have let out, this is where we will begin.

Spoiler: Tags

The Silent Z Alveolar Exchanged paralyzed Arossioux Karcen noxic One Mean Ghost Rhodysus ThatGuyWithSouvlaki SomebodyElse

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[Arossioux]

Defense Against Dark Arts class was one of James’ best classes. He always wanted to become an Auror as his dad was once. He was practicing magic whenever he got some time. This year, his expectations were higher than the previous years. He was in the sixth year now, and there were many jinxes and hexes to learn until it was announced by the Headmistress that there would be no wands and no magic in any DADA classes. James was devastated. Their families were in hiding as well so, there was no one he could talk about that apart from Jocelyn, a friend of him for years. Luckily, there was going to be Qudditch Tryouts, there, he could speak to her.

James got changed into his Qudditch uniform. He got his broom and made his way to the Qudditch Field. The field was the same, all three circle keeps were there waiting for the Quaffle to get some points. The wind was tingling, and the breeze was dancing with James’ curly hair. He took a deep breath, then got on his broom, flew to the field. The students were also coming to the Field for the Tryouts. His blue hues were looking for Jocelyn. The captain was talking to other students. James started floating in the air to look for his dear friend. His mind was full of thoughts. First, there were Death Eater-like wizards and witches at the Hogwarts Express, then, there was a big change in the DADA classes. James was sure that there was something going on; however, he couldn’t be sure of what that was. He dodged from the Bludger last second. He was about to fall but he could hold himself. He nodded at the guy who apologized.

James was thinking of starting the Dumbledore’s Army. His father, famous Harry Potter, was one of the founders of this group. They were practicing magic to be able to defend themselves against Death Eaters and/or any kind of enemies that they could have been facing. He could be the one who taught that spells now since his father was The Head of Aurors of the Ministry of Magic and each summer, James was practicing dueling every night. For that, he was going to need a friend when he thought that there were Uncle Ron, and Aunt Hermione to help his dad to get through this. His eyes, now, were focused on Jocelyn. There she was, flying like a bird. He gently started floating to her with the hope of speaking to her about this new club. He didn’t know how to start to his sentence. All he knew that he had to do it one way or another.

He dodged another Bludger which was coming to him. This time it was easy because he could see where it came this time. He took another deep breath when he was close to Jocelyn, “Hey, Jocelyn!” he said with a soft voice. “I need to speak to you about something important!” He, yet, dodged a Quaffle this time. He was looking around to see if he was safe enough to speak to her.

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

Harriet made her way from glass to the stands of the Quidditch arena. It had been a horrid day like it seemed all were since the start of the year. DADA class was no more than a quite reading session barely any magic used or the teacher teaching beyond giving a chapter tro read. Judging by the new DADA teacher the new headmistress was that it was probably best that he did not teach. A shifty pale character who seemed to mumble to himself at stare at the students like someone peaking out a toy to play with later. She felt a shiver down her spine every time he looked her in a manner that screamed inappropriate, she was so glad to be out of there. Not that the stares stopped out of class, everyone of the black hooded men patrolling the hall seemed to make a point to look at her suspiciously.

She tried to ignore them, as she walked through the corridors of the castle to the outside grounds. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath enjoying the chill air and smell of nature. She loved the school and the castle but she felt more comfortable outdoors and close to nature. She wondered what to do, she could go to Hagrid and see how he was going. He hadnt been well recently, he seemed to be having trouble doing his duties as ground keeper. She often found him wheezing and coughing in his handkerchief when she asked him about it he would get defensive. She sighed she worried about him, she was sure he was ill but to stubborn to get help. More than once they fought about him trying to get some help but he always refused. Likely if she saw him now they would fight again and she didnt have the energy to go through that again.

She looked at the Quidditch pitch, until the start of last year she would have played quidditch to get her mind off things. That is however not possible anymore. Still she could see people flying so decided to make her way there. She hoped maybe the practising team would let her watch.

 

[SomebodyElse]

This couldn't be right. A patronus charm. Something many wizards are incapable of producing. A defensive charm that was the only spell effective against a dementor.
This would be something that would test if Clairabelle truly had any aptitude for defensive magic. That being said this book was old. This seemed to be at least two decades old if not older.
"Father will be so proud!" she said clasping a diamond locket. A birthday gift when she was eight. Time had flown by. She was already a 5th year now. Her dirtier blonde hair had filled out to a platinum blonde color and her skin was even more angelic than it had been when she was eleven. One day she'd be rich and famous. She had spent 5 years practicing and learning everything she could. Sometimes she would sleepless nights practicing magic. Other times she spent the days roaming the castle. One had to be balanced to reach perfection. Perfection. Success. Fame. Things that ingrained in her from her childhood. Being weak was not an option. Still she felt like she was always chasing after something but never getting closer. Something was surely missing.
Sighing she closed the book. There wasn't much she could do about it now. It was only the beginning of the year. There'd be time to learn later.

Maybe she should go watch the quid-ditch team.
She didn't watch it for the reasons others did. Others watched it for the sport, the excitement. No. She watched it because every time she saw it she saw numbers appear in her vision. It was if math was unfolding in real time. 30 meters, a score, people with averages of less than 5 successful shots per season. And yet it would happen. It was improbable and it was interesting.
She watched it everyday. Even when other people didn't. Some might think it was strange they see one girl keep arriving and watching the entire thing everyday.
"Well I suppose I should head to see some quidditch she mumbled to herself before grabbing the book and preparing to put it into her cashmere purse which was lined with a storage spell.

 

[Karcen]

Nicola has only recently come into the world of magic and she had to say it was far less impressive than she expected. Well the magic from before she arrived looked cool, but she had barely been allowed to do any and many times they took away her wand which was annoying with how important those things were. There was also the issue of just which member of her family was a magic person, being adopted she knew nothing of the magical side of the world or what family she came from. Nic had asked about family registrars or DNA testing, but well wizards keep everything private and thus there were no central records to look through. Still Nic was not without some leads thanks to the headmistress and that sorting hat. The sorting had been odd the hat had taken nearly 5 minutes to sort her talking with her and musing over how right it was to sort her where he did. It was really odd as no one else really took that long, but well maybe she was just odd compared to others other muggleborn, as she thought of herself as one, took this long. Still she had clues she had been told her parents might have been in the rewarding wars and something about some voldamort that he had killed them or something. The hat had called her a black riddle so maybe that was something to do with the wizard wars whatever those were. The only place to get such information was the library and when Nic had asked about the specific name of the lord person the librarian had winced like she was hurt, wizards were weird. Still This had lead Nic to believe that the book on this man would be in the restricted area.

That was why Nic was in the library with no way to turn invisible or a way to get the book through normal means Nic had to steal it. Many might think night was the best time to sneak into something, but Nic felt it was better to sneak in when people were there and those watching over the thing you wanted were distracted. Thus Nic planned to perform her daring heist of a book in broad daylight, while people were around distracting the librarian and the ghosts that might be watching. The first two books on the first and second wizarding wars were easy enough to find and take they weren't hidden information like the books on this lord guy. The odd thing was that he started both wars and Nic didn't know why information about his life would be hidden while the wars weren't. The only idea she could come up with was that wizards were weird with muggles you could easily find anyone famous's biography but not with magic people. So with two books in had and looking around to make sure no one was actively watching her Nic walked past the flimsy rope barrier that cordoned off the the restricted section and went to the shelves speed reading titles she needed to be fast to find the book, if she was older in truth she could just ask but being a first year had it's issues.

 

[The Silent Z]

The times had a changed since first year and while it was a obvious statement, it didn't make it any less true. Arnaldus was a pureblood yet he was a Moody and that played a little different then some might have it though his name didn't garner some interest at times if only due to his late uncle or great uncle. Still the years were something he wouldn't trade just cause some mad woman wants to instill a new power within hogwarts and the world as they knew it. It all made him rather ill to think about, nearly deflated his dreams in following his namesakes footsteps and place all the work he had done over the years into a wasted lapse of time. But it did work out well enough, he had the skill set for a future auror and enough practice as a occlumens to shield his mind, even if he hadn't the paranoia of old Mad-Eye he still had enough to make him cautious, not to mention the idea of penetrating ones mind and taking their secrets, their privacy was disturbing to him.

Sitting outside with a guitar in his hands and fingers playing the strings like a seasoned guitarist, Arnaldus began to hum a tune from the nineteen-seventies era of music that was a hit in the muggle world. Soon his hum turned into a soft singing of words....

"Well I tried to make it Sunday, but I got so damn depressed
That I set my sights on Monday and I got myself undressed
I ain't ready for the altar but I do agree there's times......"
​

Arnaldus paused noticing he wasn't alone in the yard today least not this area of the outdoors. He saw Clairabelle of house slytherin with a book in her hands before moving to that locket as his mind looked off into curious wonder and slight shock of coincidence. "Fancy that title to the present.." Arnaldus thought softly aloud wondering the chances. Standing up from the grass he sat on and moving his guitar to his side with a hand resting upon the base to hold it still. The sixth year Ravenclaw moved toward the fifth year blonde with a normal pace of step offering his smile upon approach and taking note of the book in her hands previously. "Charming selection," Arnaldus spoke regarding the book as a former favorite of his before his mind got caught up in other books. Still a good one in his opinion.

"Nothing like a classic read on the subject." He added offering a slight nod hello as if he were wearing a hat that'd be tipped. Noticing she was mumbling something to herself when he approached or began to get near the girl, while the purse and locket both looked rather expensive from what he could tell. Though he was a humble and modest means kind of guy with limited eye for detail on such things as kashmere or diamonds and the like. Meanwhile he looked toward the girl with his dark green eyes and kept a smile while attempting a kind hello and starting of a conversation. It would be another way of his getting his mind further away from the change in what was taught now days.

 

[Rhodysus]

"At this rate, I'm never going to get anything done!" Leanne muttered as she sighed in frustration. She decided that today would be a good day to go to the library and read up on potions, as it was a subject that she was struggling the most with. Her mind, however, was not cooperating and was instead wandering about. Vexed, she got up and left the library. As she walked down the hallway, Leanne decided that maybe a change in scenery was what she needed to get her thoughts straight. Hence, she headed towards the Quidditch pitch in hopes of getting some fresh air as well as maybe watch a game or two as she hadn't watched one in ages.

 

[One Mean Ghost]

Dante

Location: Floating near the bleachers on the Quidditch PitchInteraction: Open

What had this school become?

Since he first got on the boats and crossed the lake, Hogwarts had been, well, the only home he'd known since he was nine. Now, instead of warm, inviting, offering the promise of a future, Hogwarts was a bleak reminder of the grim realities of life. At the very least, though, he was able to escape the impending dread that loomed like a thick cloud over the school. Sometimes, he found his escape in his time around his longtime friend Jocelyn, other times, he found it in his guitar. Today, though, he found it on the pitch. Ever since he first barked out an 'UP!' at a broom, he'd been completely and utterly enthralled with flight. That's not to say it came easy to him. Frankly, in his first year he probably set a record for the most crashes in his first month alone. Still, he kept at it, and kept working until he could fly circles around many of his peers. So vast was his improvement that he even managed to make the Quidditch team as a Chaser his second year!

So as he donned his Quidditch robes, he felt a wave of peace pass over him. Grabbing his third string hand-me-down broom (albeit a nice one, as Firebolts used to be a big deal, so he was told), he headed out to the pitch. Sure, today was supposed to be tryouts, but he knew it was more to fill some other positions left vacant by recent graduates. Mounting his broom, he kicked up into the sky and felt the familiar rush as he left the earthly world behind. One lap around the pitch, and he started refreshing himself on some of his more daring maneuvers. For you see, brooms couldn't exactly turn on a dime. For all the spells and enchantments on them, there was still not really a way to turn on a dime. Though, Dante did try to see how close he could come to it.

As he flew towards a goal post, he intercepted a wayward quaffle out of the air. In the next moment, he kicked off the pegs of the broom, bringing both feet down right near the bristles, using all of his weight to flip the broom over in midair. As he shot back the way he came, he rotated himself so that he was once more rightways up and heading back towards the other goal. A couple newbies, upon seeing this, quickly developed an intimate relationship with the ground trying to repeat it. How many times had he, himself, fallen off his broom trying to make that stunt work? He'd lost count, frankly. He was sure the nurse got tired of constantly patching him up after one of his stunts went sideways.

Speaking of sideways....

He hopped up once again, this time standing on his broom as he zipped towards the centermost post. A prospective keeper was waiting, shadowing Dante's approach to try and cut off his options. Now, corkscrews weren't altogether uncommon in Quidditch. It was a rather basic technique that most flyers could pull off rather easily. However, Dante put a new twist on it. By standing on his broom and putting all of his weight on his back foot, he could tighten the corkscrew much more than he ever could sitting on the broom. Of course, that made staying on it much, much harder.

As for why that was important... Well...

The Keeper came for him, another aspiring chaser flanking him as he angled his approach. When he put his foot down, the corkscrew took him narrowly around the Keeper, causing the hapless chaser to collide with the keeper as Dante casually tossed the ball through the hoop mid-corkscrew. By Merlin, how many times had he fucked that up in practice? He'd probably tossed himself over a hundred times before he figured out how to actually stay on his broom doing that. He still recalled with a shudder the one time he tried that and wound up landing astride one of the railings in the stands... Back then he'd thought his voice would be soprano forever after that incident. Fortunately, he did make a full recovery.

That, really, was the story of Dante's life. Time and again he failed, but he kept trying until something worked. Sure, the newer students wouldn't know, but the older ones could all recall a time when he righteously bit the dust during a game. Now though, he and Jocelyn made a devastating chaser duo. Given they'd been friends since their first year, and nigh-inseparable since , they had developed almost a sense for how the other would fly. He did notice James approaching her, about this point in time. He was probably going to ask for her opinion on some of the new faces trying out for the first time. There were a few that stood out to Dante, at least. One was a fantastic flyer, but needed to learn how to catch the quaffle with his hands, rather than his face; another was a beater that never missed the bludger, but seemed to just haphazardly hit it everywhere. If they could learn to aim the thing, they'd be dangerous, Dante figured.

For now, he just hovered near the stands where observers were gathered, just watching the others fly about while the Captain ran them through drills to see who would eventually make the team. It'd be more fun once the games actually got started though...

 

[MegMath13]

Jocelyn Longbottom

"Hogwarts is supposed to be fun, not a prison.”

Jocelyn had been feeling a bit sluggish all day, which was normal around a full moon. Though there were Quidditch Tryouts today and she couldn't let her condition get in the way of staying on the team. Hogwarts had changed but at least they had been allowed to continue playing Quidditch. It was one thing that made the werewolf girl happy. Her eyes followed Dante as he flew and didn't even notice James as he came over but she noticed the Quaffle that had almost hit him as she extended her left arm grabbing it in midair before throwing it towards the goal posts making it through with out a hitch as the kid trying out for keeper couldn't catch it in time.

She turned her gaze to James and smiled at him, "Okay, what's so important?" She asked moving a hand to her red hair and waving towards Dante. They were nearly unstoppable in the air and people say that it's only a matter of time before the two of them got together. She shook her head and looked at James again. "We can talk after tryouts!"

mentions: Arossioux One Mean Ghost || with: James Potter

codedbycrucialstar | hidden scroll​

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

Harriet hummed to herself as she walked up the stairs of the stadium to the stands. Lowering her head to avoid some of the high beams. The cloth walls of the stands seemed to shake flatter at the wind and the passing by quidditch players moving at high speed followed by the whoosh. How she missed those days she was chaser. The wind hitting her face as she cut through it at high speed, sending her red hair back flattering. The basic thrill of moving fast, combined with the adrenaline and focus when attempting a risky turn or dive. The joy of a hail Mary throw finding its mark. It was hard having to give all the up.

She made it to the top and walked to the edge of the stand leaning on the railing. She looked at the sky and saw the grifindor team practicing, no wait this was try ours. This should be interesting especially as James, Dante and Jocelyn were there. They were great players it was always an interesting match playing opposite them. They were definitely in the team. It also meant she could like stay and watch, James and Jocelyn are practically family with all the history between their parents. Still it would be wise if she made her presence known.

"Hey, James! Are you that arrogant you gonna pass you are flirting with Longbottom?!" She called out in a bantering manner.

 

[Alveolar Exchanged]

¶ The new year at Hogwarts was full of surprises, one might say. A lot of new changes and various adaptations were pushed through, subjects changed and “improved” and the same done for teaching techniques and guarding procedures. This school did get a makeover, one which even the Slytherins feared more than anticipated, yet the changes seemed to others like a crack of thunder in a sunny sky. Eugene and his respective House would have to disagree, though, for changes weren’t unexpected and, moreover, unprecedented. Fudge, he read, instated his undersecretary in a position higher than that of Dumbledore several years before this. Each minister (each leader of magical government, to be perfectly exact) tried to carry out certain changes in the country’s only valuable source of education, and that is understandable. Everyone wishes to hold onto continuing legacy of this ancient institute, which ennobled anyone’s reputation, but even more so — to revamp it, to introduce new changes and to... stick their hands down the spines of each growing generation. My my, how inappropriate his thoughts are. Better keep them to himself, isn’t it? Considering that the excuse for DADA lessons was as bad as magical education without magic could get. Theory was indulging other’s interests, but it wasn’t practical in any way possible. Even Bessmertni, knowing both his skills and his experience, couldn’t come out, do the wand movement out of memory and perform it perfectly without practicing beforehand. You could perform a mediocre spell that way, or give a mediocre answer at an exam, but perfection sides with both practice and theory, not with the latter only. Eugene needed to perform, his hand ached to cast spells and fledge out intricate webs of movements. Less intricate web of careful words only toned down that craving feeling.

¶ A place to express his feelings was Music classroom, where he was a part of “symphonic orchestra”, if you will. This extracurricular was consulted with a few “friends” of Eugene, which were mainly ghosts. None of the ghosts knew how to handle the cello, an instrument of Eugene’s choice, but some knew how to handle a medieval fiddle. If you blindfold your eyes on the fact that there are some 500 years between aforementioned instruments, they appear to be a lot more similar. Viola and cello both continue the legacy of a more ancient ancestor, while violin strives to fly in higher octaves and different tones. Even if you don’t consider that, who wouldn’t like to sit while playing their instrument? As active and improving as he was, sitting after a full day and listening to somewhat professional music is the best relaxation he could manage. They were playing in pairs, and he knew no better than to pair himself to a Ravenclaw with a piano. He was professional enough to improvise in places where Eugene took a wrong scale or didn’t follow the pace, which made him grow in the eyes of a certain emerald snake. Still, they weren’t friends. An acquaintance, perhaps, but nothing more. He shouldn’t distract himself with thoughts like that, Dvořák concerto needed patience to be dealt with.

¶ When he was done, he simply left. Of course, manners were still there and his goodbyes and see-you-soons followed afterwards, but they were automatic. A graceful gesture but nothing else to it. Slytherins behaved differently, you can’t take that away. He didn’t consider himself a perfect combination for the Green House, but he was fitting into the overall motif. The emerald nobles invoked a certain authority within them and tried to live separately, prejudiced against groups (except family and allies, of course). They pretended to be a separate power, which chose to coexist with the current regime. It was pretentious, but wealth and status of most families saved the House from being oppressed. After all, interests of upper class did influence politics of Ministry, as awful as it seemed to muggleborn wizards. His heavy thoughts weighed down his head, as much as dawning whispers in his ears, which seemed to erupt whenever he came close to ghosts. Mediumship sure is painful and hard to manage, but he didn’t think about that now, he shut his eyelids and leaned against the wall, concentrating his ears on the other world whispering. His consciousness slowly slipped away...

«Past your ground, by the ring of high clouds
Find your answer, reveal it from shrouds»

Eugene was used to non-Shakespearean poetry haunting his mind, especially when it came to abstract ghosts and their nevertheless down-to-earth deaths. But this was different. It referred to his future, or, perhaps, to a possible option that he could take. Mediums are often confused for Seers, as they also seem to find a way to look into the future, but it is very different from how Seers act. Mediums don’t just “penetrate the realm of today and set their gaze upon the lands of tomorrow”, their predictions are sporadic and unsupported. You’ll never see Eugene sprouting semi-haunting poetry wherever he goes, but you’ll see him focusing on his surroundings, trying to find a quiet place. The world doesn’t speak to him, it whispers, and you need to earn your chance for that whisper. The whisper comes and goes, but the thought that it plants, the numerous nerves and emotions it tingles... a perfected ability, is it not?
Currently, his presence was needed at the “ring of high clouds”, the Quidditch Pitch. But what for? As he knew from others, Gryffindor team was having a try out session in there. Slytherin and Gryffindor antagonism has gone better, over the years, but it was still a bad topic and his presence would be highly suspicious. What if he sits himself by it, just in case? Yes, it seems adequate.

¶ Cutting out all the unnecessary thinking and analysing, he exited the Hogwarts Grounds, making his way over to the Pitch. He had a book in his cloak somewhere, might pretend that he decided to read with the nature. What a sassy story, Eugene simply can’t imagine what would be better than reading by the wallowing logs and in the pristine grass. Oh, what am I saying — everything.

 

[Arossioux]

James was listening to Jocelyn. When he heard that she was going to listen to him after the tryouts, he nodded at her, and started flying fast. He heard a voice in a sudden. It was Harriet’s voice. He looked at her while she was speaking to him. “Ah, come on Harriet! It’s not like what you think! After the practice, meet me at the entrance. I need to talk to you as well.” He could see the Snitch going through the pitch, now. He followed the Snitch, dodged two Bludgers by turning 360 degrees. He was still following the Snitch. It took a sharp left. James held his broom so hard that he felt like he almost broke his mother’s birthday gift. He also took that turn and kept flying behind the Snitch. Then, he got faster and caught the Snitch. He looked at the His blue hues were on the Capt. Now. She was smiling at the team. “Alright team! That’s a wrap! Everyone go back to your dorms or wherever you are going! I’ll announce the team tomorrow! Thank you for your participation!”

James relaxed at the thought of the end of the Qudditch practice. He was so excited to talk to Jocelyn about his decision. He flew to the ground and landed softly. He grabbed his broom, made his way to the changing room. After getting dressed into his school uniform, he walked to the entrance of the Qudditch pitch. He was getting ready to talk about his idea about starting a new DA once his father did. He was not sure about how they would react; however, he somehow knew that he had to try his best to persuade them. Otherwise, it was going to be a great problem to not to practice dueling. His mind was full of loads of thoughts. Which place was the best place for the first meeting? How was he going to talk to the people? How was he going to persuade them? What if something bad happen during the meeting? He shook his head to avoid any kind of complications. He looked around to make sure that no one was watching him.

He got his wand to his hand, “Accio The Marauder’s Map”. In a sudden, a flying map appeared in front of him. He grabbed the blank paper. “There you are.” He chuckled, and opened it, leaned the top of his wand on the paper, “I solemnly swear I’m up to no good.” The blank paper, now, was full of a map, he could see everyone around him. He used this Map so that he could follow the Blackcoats around school. He could also follow up the team members. He sat on the grass, leaned his back to the wall and started waiting for Jocelyn and Harriet, and he was sure that Dante would show up in no time. He leaned his head to the wall, and started looking up at the sky.

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

Harriet could not help smirk slyly at the speed that James rejected her little comment. She took at as a good sign and the fact the James wanted to speak to her too picked her interest. The choice of words seemed to indicate this was not a casual thing. The smile faded on her lips as she began to think what it could mean. She frowned, had enough worries with her father now James decided to add to that. She tried to sake the worse case scenarios off her mind and enjoy the rest of the try outs.

James close call with bludgers made her grip the railing tightly, enough to feel the wood strain under her fingers. "That boy."She though with sigh of relief before clapping when the snitch was caught. She waisted no time, making him back down to the grounds and towards the entrance hall. She saw a pair of those hooded parrolers doing their rounds a few feet away from her. They paused when they saw her and began to chuckle. "Look at the thing there. Walking around like it thinks it belongs here." One said to the other before approaching her, one drawing his wands. "You know the forest is that way creature. What are you doing here? Where did you get those robes?"

Harriet groaned, clatching her hands. This is the fourth time this year she was approached like this this year."I am a student here, ask any of the teachers."

"uh huh." One made a noise doubtfully. "A half giant a student of magic huh? And ravenclaw no less, I would have believed you more if you had a huffelbuff robes."He turned to his colleague." Eh, a giant as a Ravenclaw, I know standard were low before the headmistress was let in but this is getting too much."They both chuckled. Harriet was fuming despite attempts to remain calm."Are you registered in the ministry? Have I'd?"

"What ?" She said in surprise, hearing nothing like this before.

One of the them gave mock look of shock. "No id ? My, my, the headmistress won't like this."

 

[One Mean Ghost]

Peeves

A pale blue apparition floated down from the school towards the accosting accusers as they harassed poor Harriet. They thought they could raise cane in this school? No no, there was only one belligerent being permitted to perplex and perturb the pious peons of this school!

And that being was none other than he, Peeves!

"No ID, no ID
They cry with glee
To me, my cane
Let's make them flee!"

Peeves cackled in a singsong voice as he produced a sizeable cane from Merlin only knows where. With fiendish glee he drew back as a golfer would, and belligerently bashed two balls with one swing. Perhaps it was because he missed the chaos of the Battle for Hogwarts, but Peeves made it a point to particularly prioritize pestering these plebeians.

His cane rained down blows upon them striking ribs, head or rear without mercy as they haplessly scrambled for cover.

"What's wrong what's wrong?
Is this not fun?
I'm your size you know
So why do you run?"

Peeves jeered after them as he flew after them. He cackled maniacally as he hurled the most rotten, moldy tomatoes he'd managed to find after them, pursuing them with ghoulish glee until the lot of them vanished from sight.

 

[One Mean Ghost]

Dante

Location: Outside the pitchMentioned: Harriet ThatGuyWithSouvlaki
Jocelyn MegMath13

Dante couldn't help a smile when Jocelyn waived to him. He waved back, oblivious to the chattering that small interaction caused those in the stands below.

Of course, he couldn't miss Harriet's teasing of James, causing him to almost fall off his broom in shock. Fortunately, James cleared that misunderstanding up in a hurry, and Dante was able to safely release the breath he'd been holding. Still, it was odd for James to simply call upon both Harriet and Jocelyn for a chat. Was James Potter having woman troubles and looking for advice?

Practice ended not long after that, and Dante got himself changed back into his school robes. Then, as he did pretty much every practice, he waited outside the pitch for Jocelyn to catch up so they could walk back to the castle. Leaning up against a wall, he saw in the distance the unmistakable figure of Harriet being approached by two of the school's enforcers...

His eyes narrowed as he reached for his wand, but before he could do anything, he saw Peeves descend from the castle and brutally bash some balls. The werewolf couldn't help a pity flinch at the sight, but it didn't last long as he watched Peeves run the hapless hooligans out with tomatoes in tow.

"Serves the bastards right" Dante snickered, crossing his arms over his chest as he glanced back to see if Jocelyn was coming yet.

 

[MegMath13]

Jocelyn Longbottom

"Hogwarts is supposed to be fun, not a prison.”

Jocelyn grinned as she landed on the ground and headed to the locker room putting on something casual and heading towards the entrance of the pitch where she knew Dante would be waiting. "Hey!" She started before she noticed two of Morgana's Croonies badgering poor Harriet she had her wand clenched in her hand but before she could say a jinx peeves showed up. "They bloody deserve it. Shouldn't be picking on someone just because they're a little different." She said softly and looked up at Dante. She grabbed his arm and started pulling him towards where she figured James would be.

"Come on Harriet!" She yelled and then kept walking until she spotted James. "Okay what is it?"

mentions: Arossioux One Mean Ghost ThatGuyWithSouvlaki || with: James Potter, Dante De La Cruz, Harriet Hagrid

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[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

Harriet was feeling a mixture of anger and shock. She felt close to struggling the pair of them and beat them to pulp. If it lasted any longer she likely would have. She hated this side of her and tried to keep her temper out of control but each time these pricks attempted to accost her she felt she for closer and closer to get to the spot of no return. Than Peeves intervened, for once that annoying ghost was good for something and there was nothing more satisfying. God bless Peeves, that magnificent poltergeist. She clapped and whistled in cheer at the fleeing guards and poltergeist.

She was about to move off, not wanting to delay any longer as she didn't want to miss the meeting or face more guards. She heard Jocelyn call out to her and turned to her seeing her with Dante. She rushed after her and walked with them to the spot James was. "Up to no good are we?" She asked noticing the map.

 

[Karcen]

Back the the library nicola had found the book and not been caught that was a win for her for sure. She had to get on her tippy toes to reach the book, the life of Voldemort. It was an unofficial biography it seemed likely written by a supporter maybe or as detractor all nic knew was that Hogwarts wanted it buried. Nic planned to save this book for last to read hopping thise books with more people we ould give her an answer over a biography. Grabbing the book and putting it with the other two in her hands Nic quickly left the restricted section and tried not to show she was smuggling books out of the library as she moved for the entrance

 

[Alveolar Exchanged]

¶ It was a beautiful day indeed. The weather, according to the forecast he overheard while listening to the radio, was steady and plain, without any unexpected troubles and cloudy days. Even if the rain did show up, he could ask help from the lot of Slytherin and perform the Meteolojinx counterspell. On the topic of that, it was interesting to see interactions of different spells and different components of an environment, such as jinx-reversal charm and natural weather. In this setting, the counterspell was close to being a climate charm, weakening the inadequate weather even if the jinx was not present. It was written in the book he was reading, which was an advanced in-depth analysis of spellcasting and it’s effects on surroundings. The nature helped him to relax, but it was also yet another example of controlled use of magic on the living and non-living nature. Hogwarts beamed particularly bright today, it’s terraces and buildings protected by a layer of ancient magic. It was a beautiful day indeed...

Quidditch Pitch was visible from here, but it looked small. The Gryffindor players, who appeared to look even smaller, stood out against the blue depth of the sky in their red robes, giving off a striking similarity to... well, fireballs on the brooms. His lack of creativity in drawing similes was worrying him, but not enough to divert his focus right now. His focus was darting between successfully finishing the chapter and guarding the Pitch with his gaze.

¶ As he lowered his eyes, a cloak with blue colouring caught his attention. Several cloaks, to be exact, one of which was definitely a female. As said before, only Slytherin and a handful of families from other Houses could evade harassment, but it still happened, even if it was much more rare than with the other students. Right now, Eugene felt a certain hatred unveiling itself within him, a certain resentment that prickled along his arms, making him grip his wand tightly. Several dawning sparks issued from the tip of it, gliding towards the pages of the opened book. His skill, sharp and elaborate, couldn’t effectively deal mass damage, but his mind responded with a handful of spells that could, their formulas persisting over an image of bullying. His grip on himself had been particularly loose since his arrival to this bleak copy of Hogwarts, but this time... he almost lost it. Terror studied his features, but it wasn’t giving him stupor, it pushed him forward and forward, until...

“Peeves...”

His pressed lips parted, giving way to a warm grin. The questionable state he was in stepped off, and he was himself yet again, dragging his rationality and sanity back to back. Wand lowered, absently gliding it’s tip over the cover of the book, disarmed in a calm and relaxed fashion. Bessmertni managed to stand up, massaging his lower spine, and observed the chaos caused by the menacing, malicious muscle that this poltergeist certainly was. He wished he could confidently walk by, laughing at the diminished threat that those two blokes became, but... let’s just say that walking over to a ghost versus walking over to a fellow student won in a draw without scoring. Spending times with the dead makes you somewhat questionable of the living, and if you consider that a ghost is just an imprint of a former life, and that other wizards and witches were essentially unpredictable... you get the idea, don’t you? With other options cut off, Eugene sat himself back and continued reading. Maybe the prediction will happen by itself, without his input, as long as he believes in it.

 

[Arossioux]

Once he was sure that everyone was around, he put his wand on the map, “Mischief managed.” He watched the map to disappear; he took it back to his bag’s pocket and looked at Jocelyn, Dante, and Harriet. “Well, this needs to be private… so…” he raised his wand up the sky, “Protego Maxima! Salvio Hexia!” A blue orb escaped from the tip of his wand to the sky, created a dome. This way they couldn’t be seen or heard together. He was super excited, however, he needed to start speaking somehow. He looked at everyone, then locked his blue hues on Jocelyn. “This is going to be… stupid. But I have an idea.”

He was looking at them, now. “As you all know the headmistress is not going to let us practice magic, let alone hold a wand in DADA classes. We are going to read the shitty book and prepare for the next years exam. I can’t stand that. That’s why I had come up with the stupidiest idea ever.” He took a deep breath, looking at his friends, “I’m thinking of starting a new DA as known as Dumbledore’s Army so, we could practice magic, and we can teach others who don’t know how to defend themselves. I’ve been practicing with dad for years and I think it might work if we know who to hire for this… let’s say… duel club.” He looked at them, started waiting for seeing their reactions about this idea.

He already planned it out where to practice, and how to practice, which magic to use, etc. He had the best teacher ever, his dad. Now, it was his turn to teach others. He was ready for that. He was also practicing magic every night in Gryffindor Common Room after everyone went to sleep. He couldn’t even sleep some nights because he couldn’t stop thinking about his family. They were nowhere to be found. Not a note, not a thing. It was James’ mission to protect his brother and his sister. And there was someone else. Harriet. James had feelings for her, but he was quite shy to talk about it. He was also planning to practice with her in her dreams. He sighed at the thoughts.

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

Harriet listened to the idea with mixed feeling, part of her wanted to jump at the chance. With the new headmistress and the goons, as much as she did not like it, they needed to learn to defend themselves. Especially when the goons seemed to be getting bolder and more power hungry. Yet she feared the backlash if this was discovered and how it would be taken, it would likely be more than just intention for all involved. She would not want that on James or any of her friends.

The indecision plagued her mind until she scanned James' eyes, seeing the determination in his eyes. He was going to go through with this one way or another, if not the duel club maybe something else riskier or stupider. The feeling was mutual between them, she could just neglect him her support. Both to protect him and not dissapoint him was the clincher to her indecision. "I am in." She said finally trying to look determined and excited."Somebody needs to make sure you dont take this stupid idea of yours to far." She said half jokingly.

 

[SomebodyElse]

Just as soon as Clairabelle had begun to leave, it seemed a boy had gone up and mentioned her book. From the way he said that it was a classic read, it was if he was familiar with the topic.
If it was at all possible he had any knowledge about the patronus charm then she had to ask him about it. Charms were her weakness. She just didn't excell at them.
"You know about patronus charms? Do you have any experience in them?"
Maybe the quidditch could wait. If he knew something then it was possible he could teach her.
"I've been trying to figure this out for awhile. I'm Clairabelle Cartwright, best witch in Slytherin. I had been about to head to the Quidditch Team to go watch them.
Perhaps we could talk there." She said packing the book in her purse. Getting a good look at him, he was in Ravenclaw...
Ugh ofcourse. It was always Ravenclaws that seemed to know everything. Still, she needed to learn the Patronus Charm at all costs. It wasn't like she had much choice.
Who else would she goto? It wasn't like she knew many people who could do it.
The Silent Z

 

[The Silent Z]

The slytherin appeared all set to leave when Arnaldus approached and placed an obstacle to delay her from parting in the form of himself. While it wasn't his intention to bother, he was curious if she had somewhere important to be and his presence only got in the way as he attempted to say hello and start a chat over something he observed about her. But when she responded with such a reply it was clear that where she intended to go wasn't too pressing, asking after his knowledge and ability with charms, more specifically the patronus charm. Arnaldus never claimed to have the power and skill of his late uncle or any other famously powerful witch or wizard. But he did have a strong interest and dedication to working his way to their level or somewhere respectable atleast. If only to achieve his goals and try to live up his name even if the pressure was self made.

Offering a small smile and nod Arnaldus delayed a verbal reply, curious after her reasons for knowing his interest. Was she being use daily by the headmistress to see who knew what and garner their strength level? No. no..... No. They were students and he was nobody to the headmistress, surely she wasn't interested in what they knew and only interested in controlling what they learned and could do moving forward. "Yes actually." Arnaldus replied starting off short and direct with her question. "I began researching spells as far back as first year. A nosy little worm I suppose...... Anyways they are a tricky little pest, But quite worth the time put into learning the charm. " Arnaldus added including a little jab at himself for a soft humorous touch.

The slytherin found ways to surprise the sixth year from Ravenclaw. He wouldn't have expected a slytherin to admit where they struggle even if he were to be a stereotype accepting, judgemental sort and assume they'd struggle with that particular charm. Dark wizards and witches often came from Slytherin and the patronus charm wasn't exactly their cup of tea from what he understood. The admitted struggle portrayed a different sort of slytherin to Arnaldus though her introduction was more like what he'd expect, still confidence in controlled doses was fair enough and respected besides necessary. Smiling to Clairabelle with a slight half bow, while simultaneously moving his guitar to his back as the strap moved to accommodate his gesture. "A pleasure Miss Cartwright," Arnaldus spoke offering a more dated approach to his response and gentlemens manner to the girl. In many regards, Arnaldus always did enjoy the classics and to him those classics covered many different eras, genres, topics and styles. "I'm Arnaldus Moody.... Arnie if your feeling cute and friendly." He chuckled soon turning his smooth charm into a less smooth version of himself while offering a shorter variant of his name for her to use. Not everyone went full Arnaldus after all and to share his full name from start to finish was to him a nightmare of a mouth full on its own.

While he was a confident young man and wizard, he often refrained from gloating about his ability or what have you. Often taking a more humble and self jabbing approach with a fair bit of sarcasm when not tempted with things that enrage him and raises his defenses so to speak. Which also meant he'd quickly go from smooth to humorously lame in a matter of seconds at times though some girls found it funny and cute..... sometimes atleast. But moving on from his introduction and thinking over her offer to talk more on the matter of charms and in particular the patronus charm. Arnaldus nodded, thinking it a good opportunity to get to know a slytherin better, perhaps they weren't all bad. Some came out in contrast to the houses reputation after all and he did enjoy the idea of talking spells.

"Clairabelle, Best witch of slytherin I'd be happy to accompany you to the pitch." Arnaldus spoke with a sway of his arm before him and in reply turning away from his last words and recovering his form. Figuring she didn't find his comment amusing nor cute and was best to move onto what they were discussing and she was actually interested in. "My team doesn't practice today, so watching others play would be a nice setting." He added noting her gaze at him... the boy couldn't tell if her good look at him was a positive or not.

SomebodyElse

 

[MegMath13]

Jocelyn Longbottom

"Hogwarts is supposed to be fun, not a prison.”

Before James could begin talking she realized it was important when he started saying spells that would keep unwanted people from hearing. "Muffliato." She added flourishing her wand and to anyone who was not the four of them wouldn't be able to hear what they were saying.

Jocelyn looked at him with a look of shock on her scarred face. Then she sighed softly and looked at him, "But James, where are we going to do this. If she finds out we might as well go into hiding with our parents." She said but he has point, if they couldn't learn in class they had to learn somehow. "But I think that maybe it's a good idea. We've got to learn somehow." She said softly looking at Dante to get his opinion on the proposal that James had just given. She leaned over on Dante feeling a bit tired.

mentions: Arossioux One Mean Ghost ThatGuyWithSouvlaki || with: James Potter, Dante De La Cruz, Harriet Hagrid

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[One Mean Ghost]

Dante

Location:Hogwarts EntranceInteraction: Jocelyn MegMath13
James Arossioux
Harriet ThatGuyWithSouvlaki

Dante listened quietly as James spelled out his crazy plan. He waited for their eyes to meet, and then took a bit of a peek... James' mind read like an open book. He was devilishly serious about this to protect his family his friends and...

Well then, seems James had a bit of a thing for Harriet. Good to know...

Harriet and Jocelyn were relatively quick to agree, but Dante took his time to choose his words.

"Frankly, I don't like it" he spoke finally. "The Original DA only had to deal with Umbridge and her Inquisitorial Squad, while we've got a castle full of goons and the big bad herself. They won't hesitate to execute us if we're caught" he spoke calmly, wanting to make sure James felt the full weight of his suggestion.

"You know a place, you know what spells you want to teach and how to teach it. That's good, but the problem is, I know too, now." He continued, his gaze never breaking from James. "Unlike with Umbridge, we can't discount the possibility of a Legilimens in their midst. If you really want to attempt something like this, you need to include Occlumency on the curriculum first and foremost. Because if I can get in your head and find this out, so can any other Legilimens." He said crossing his arms over his chest.

With the changes to the DADA classes, any mention of Occlumency and Legilimency were scrapped, likely so that students would be less aware of the abilities. Dante, however, had taken it upon himself to do some summer learning. He'd never really told anyone besides Jocelyn that he was practicing those arts, unless he unintentionally let it slip to Eugene, so it may have shocked James to learn about it, but all the more reason why Occlumency couldn't be overlooked.

"If you'll include Occlumency as a priority skill, I'll join. Last thing we need is someone's mind getting read and all of us killed. I'll see if I can contact my Dideyohvsgi and see if she can give you all a crash course in the art." Dante concluded as he let out a sigh. Frankly, the whole idea was ludacris. Insane, even. However, evil always won when good people did nothing. If he could possibly help make this work... He had to try.