Fandom Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry // Roleplay Thread

[WanderLust.]

Hello, and Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This RP will be taking place during the 'Order of the Phoenix' timeline in which Dolores Umbridge has taken over control of the school. However, I do plan on throwing in a few fun events that were not in the original movie/books (balls, parties, games, challenges and more). The original characters, i.e. Harry, Hermione, Ron, Draco, etc. will not be in this RP. Rather, we will fill the school with our own original characters. The staff will remain the same. Additionally, we will be forming our own 'Dumbledore's Army' in which our characters will be able to train with each other in the room of requirement. That being said, if you'd rather your character be one of Umrbidge's spies, your welcome to do that as well! This RP will be filled with drama, romance, adventure, and mystery as our characters try to navigate this already crazy and magical world under new management.

For the most part, Umbridge will be an NPC - however, if there are certain scenes or plots you would like to include her in, feel free to message me privately to discuss what you would like to do. (ex; if your character ends up with 'I shall not tell lies' written into their hand due to a horrid punishment from Umrbidge). I will stress that is is very possible that we will end up straying from the original plot of Order of the Phoenix, as this is meant to be somewhat of an alternate universe, and our characters decisions may diverge from those of the characters in the original books/movies. Now that we've got all that out of the way - let's talk rules.

1. **Please Keep Genders Even**
2. Additionally, let's try and keep the houses and blood statuses even as well
3. No overpowering characters, your character must have weaknesses in addition to their strengths, and please try to avoid stereotypes. The more original your character is, the more interesting!
4. Please do not make reference to the original book/movie Students. Cedric Diggory cannot be your exboyfriend because in this universe - he doesn't exist. None of the original student characters do (The original staff, and obviously big bad voldemort, Bellatrix, etc. will be included in this RP)
5. There may only be 5 characters with special abilities (Animagus, Metamorphmagus, Legilimens, werewolf, Veela charms, etc.) that must be approved in your form. These are on a first come first serve basis, you must complete your form before your request will be considered. Only one special ability character per user. Additionally, one student may have possession of the marauders map (however, this student cannot also have a special ability, nor can this user also have a character with a special ability.)
6. I do ask that you post at least once every two weeks. Failure to post within two weeks with out warning me ahead of time may result in expulsion from the thread.
7. Drama is encouraged in the RP, but never in OOC. Please be polite and respectful to fellow Roleplayers.
8. Please use realistic face claims for your characters (no anime or cartoons/sketches)

ROSTER:

Special Abilities:

1. Kiara Sinclaire // Gryffindor // 5th Year // Female - Veela Charm
2. Catyln Greenwood // Ravenclaw // 6th Year // Female - Werewolf
3. Rhys Nightingale // Ravenclaw // 6th Year // Male - Legilimens
4. Dakota Kingsley // Hufflepuff / 6th Year // Male - Metamorphmagus
5. Aedion Bricriu // Slytherin // 6th Year // Male - Animagus (Dire Wolf)

Marauders Map Possessor: Faust Canorosa // Hufflepuff // 5th Year // Male

Gryffindor:

1. Kiara Sinclaire // 5th Year // Female
2. Crescentia Andersdotter-Sanderson // 5th Year // Female
3.Yingjie Liwei // 7th Year // Male
4. Zhiqiang Xiang // 7th Year // Male
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Hufflepuff:

1. Dakota Kingsley // 6th Year // Male
2. Ajax Wilkes // 5th Year // Male
3. Pirk Haukegaard // 7th Year // Male
4. Faust Candorosa // 5th Year // Male
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Ravenclaw:

1. Catyln Greenwood // 6th Year // Female
2. Rhys Nightingale// 6th Year // Male
3. Lilith Bloom // 6th Year // Female
4. Weisheng Xiang // 7th Year // Male
5. Philip Cracknell // 5th Year // Male
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Slytherin:

1. Theo Arcadian // 6th Year // Male
2. Arabella Aimee // 6th Year // Female
3. Andromeda Wilkes // 5th Year // Female
4. Aedion Bricriu // 6th Year // Male
5. Clairabelle Cartwright // 6th Year // Female
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[WanderLust.]

Kiara Saintclaire// 5th Year// Gryffindor

Interacting with: Crescentia BOKEH. OPEN to other interactions

Kiara's shoes tapped gently against the stone floors of the familiar halls of Hogwarts as she made her way towards the Gryffindor common room. She towed a large trunk behind her, filled with all of her belongings for the year, and at her side, a small white kitten struggled to keep up with her. Lumos, the kitten in question, had been a gift from her older brother after her assault last year. The whole family had hoped that having the small animal near by would bring Kiara comfort, and it did, for the most part. The halls were filled with returning students and new students alike, but everyone still seemed to be enamored with the magic that seemed to pulse through the walls of Hogwarts as if it were some sort of life force. Like the school itself was imbedded with magic... and hope. This was the first time Kiara had been back to school since that fateful night last year. She could feel eyes on her, and she knew it was for a multitude of reasons. Besides the group of friends that had been with her that night in knock turn alley, nobody knew what had happened to her, which was good, she wanted it that way. Most of the other students just assumed she had left, and yet here she was, strutting down the hallways as if nothing had changed.

There was something different about her however, she was still the warm and caring girl she had been before, but that warmth was guarded now. A thick layer of walls had been built up around her. A tiny smirk touched her full lips as she gently whispered the words that would open the Gryffindor common room. She slipped in, allowing Lumos to go before her, and for a moment, she let out a deep breath she hadn't known she had been holding. She had been home in Essex all summer. But here at Hogwarts, this felt like her true home. She knew exactly where to go, which was probably why her feet were moving before she even noticed where she was headed. Her old dorm, her old bed situated right next to the window, and on the other side of that window, the bed of her best friend, Crescentia. Despite everything that had happened Kiara still felt like she could talk to Cres, which was why her smile only broadened as she plopped her trunk on her bed. Flicked her wand to open it, several of her clothes began unpacking themselves, tucking themselves away int the proper drawers but there was one thing that remained in the trunk. A small silver box with a red bow on it.

Inside was a small charm bracelet embedded with a sparkling topaz stone, Crescentia's birthstone. A small tag hung from the box, inscribed 'Happy Birthday, love K'. Unfortunately, Kiara had left Hogwarts last year before her best friends birthday, but she hoped that this would be a start at making it up to the blonde. She placed the box gently on Crescentia's bed before turning to her own closet to rummage for some clothes to wear. She had no doubt that there would be a grand feast tonight to welcome everyone back to Hogwarts, and she wanted to look her best. She carefully straightened her plaid skirt, flattening her blouse and making sure she looked presentable. Her caramel colored hair fell in loose waves, framing her face nicely... and the finishing touch. The diamond necklace she was never seen without. It was a gift from her father on her 11th birthday, right before she left for Hogwarts. It was no secret that Kiara came from a wealthy family, but her necklace was no meant to be a reminder of her wealth, rather, it helped her. keep her family close. Kiara was still touching up her lipgloss in the mirror when she heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

Theo Arcadian// 6th Year// Slytherin

Interacting with: Aedion blue tea OPEN to other interactions

Theo had gotten to Hogwarts rather early, admittedly he hadn't been able to wait to get back to school. Home was a constant reminder of his mother and his little sister... and he couldn't stand it. So the second the opportunity had presented itself he had gotten on the first train back to Hogwarts. Which was why he now lay in his bed, lazily tossing a ball up in the air repeatedly as he waited for a familiar face. The Slytherin common room was bustling with people unpacking and reuniting, but Theo was really only waiting for one person, Aedion. For some reason, he had a sneaking feeling that the other Slytherin boy would be with his Gryffindor friends, perhaps they were already on their way to the feast. So Theo let out a heavy sigh and got to his feet, reaching out his long arm to gently stroke the feathers of his owl, Titan, before turning to see a sight that made his blood boil.

Theo was intimidating at the best of times, and down right scary at the worst. So he could only imagine the fear that must've been coursing through that first years blood when the larger male fixated his angry, dark gaze at the boy as he attempted to set his trunk on the bed where Aedion sometimes slept. Theo simply crossed his arms, cocking his eyebrow at the far smaller boy before stating bluntly, "That one's taken kiddo... why don't you try one of the beds by the door?" he jerked his head in the proper direction, before stalking off. Theo was wearing a black sweater, and a token green a silver tie to represent Slytherin. As he began making his way down the halls, he ended up getting stuck on one of the moving staircases with a group of third year girls. There were hushed whispers and giggles from a couple of them, and Theo only smirked and rolled his eyes. Normally, he would've been all over the opportunity to flirt, but these girls were a bit too young for him. So he would humor their school girl crushes on be on his merry way.

He was already getting dirty looks as he neared the Gryffindor common room. He had hit a few too many Gryffindor chasers with a blunger and he knew it. He wasn't even supposed to know where their common room was, but years of sneaking around with Aedion has consequently lead to him picking up a few of his friends tendencies, like sneaking into the Gryffindor common rooms. But once he arrived, he realized he had forgotten the damn password. He let out a heavy sigh and leaned against the wall next to the portrait as he waited for another Gryffindor to come by, and perhaps mutter the password a little too loud, leave the door open a moment too long. Who knew? Perhaps Aedion himself would show up if Theo waited long enough. His stomach growled as he saw students headed towards the great hall for the welcome back feast and a frown touched his face as he folded his arms in discontent. Patience was a virtue... one that Theo did not have.​

 

[Watthound]

Track!

 

[BOKEH.]

tracking!

 

[LooneyLani]

tracking!

 

[blue tea]

tracking!

 

[Borge]

pirk haukegaard.

hufflepuff | 7th year

Pirk dragged his feet as he made his way down to the familiar Hufflepuff entrance. His trunk was floating along behind him, barely a centimetre above the flagstones, his cat Scudder dozing comfortably atop it. Somehow his uniform was already a mess, and he hadn't had a chance to washup since he left home. He'd had a long day, coming straight from Norway to King's Cross, and portkey travelling had never sat right with him. He was really looking forward to a bed - but he knew he shouldn't lay down in one, at risk of falling asleep and missing tonight's feast. Maybe someone had started up the coffee-tea maker they'd had going all of last year in the common room...

Finally he was at the entrance. The trunk had hit some of the steps of the staircase on the way down, causing Scudder to irritably wake up and walk herself instead. Now she was sitting on top of one of the barrels, glaring at Pirk. Her lykoi face was almost always severe, something werewolf-y about her. "Yeah, yeah," Pirk huffed at her, trying to remember which barrel was the right one. "Neither of us like travelling. Aha!" Finally, he knocked out the rhythm and sighed in relief as the door swung open. He vaguely hoped others had arrived as well - he'd missed his friends dearly this past summer. Britain felt somehow different, coming back now, but Hogwarts always had a calming atmosphere.

The common room was bustling, people trying to find their beds and unpacking, catching up on their summer with friends, pets re-acquainting themselves with the space. Pirk nodded at some folks, greeted others with a smile. The fire was blazing comfortably, bathing the room in a warm yellow light. Merlin but he was just... so very tired.... Maybe he could just sit down on one of the couches for a bit. He put his trunk down beside the couch and gratefully sat down, smiling as Scud made her way onto his lap. It wasn't like there was a shortage of beds, and Pirk had a bad habit of forgetting to unpack until about two weeks before summer anyway. He slowly petted Scud as he took in the familiar air and sounds of his second home.

hufflepuff common room | OPEN to interactions

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PIRK HAUKEGAARD | HUFFLEPUFF | 7th YEAR | OPEN TO INTERACTIONS

Pirk dragged his feet as he made his way down to the familiar Hufflepuff entrance. His trunk was floating along behind him, barely a centimetre above the flagstones, his cat Scudder dozing comfortably atop it. Somehow his uniform was already a mess, and he hadn't had a chance to washup since he left home. He'd had a long day, coming straight from Norway to King's Cross, and portkey travelling had never sat right with him. He was really looking forward to a bed - but he knew he shouldn't lay down in one, at risk of falling asleep and missing tonight's feast. Maybe someone had started up the coffee-tea maker they'd had going all of last year in the common room...

Finally he was at the entrance. The trunk had hit some of the steps of the staircase on the way down, causing Scudder to irritably wake up and walk herself instead. Now she was sitting on top of one of the barrels, glaring at Pirk. Her lykoi face was almost always severe, something werewolf-y about her. "Yeah, yeah," Pirk huffed at her, trying to remember which barrel was the right one. "Neither of us like travelling. Aha!" Finally, he knocked out the rhythm and sighed in relief as the door swung open. He vaguely hoped others had arrived as well - he'd missed his friends dearly this past summer. Britain felt somehow different, coming back now, but Hogwarts always had a calming atmosphere.

The common room was bustling, people trying to find their beds and unpacking, catching up on their summer with friends, pets re-acquainting themselves with the space. Pirk nodded at some folks, greeted others with a smile. The fire was blazing comfortably, bathing the room in a warm yellow light. Merlin but he was just... so very tired.... Maybe he could just sit down on one of the couches for a bit. He put his trunk down beside the couch and gratefully sat down, smiling as Scud made her way onto his lap. It wasn't like there was a shortage of beds, and Pirk had a bad habit of forgetting to unpack until about two weeks before summer anyway. He slowly petted Scud as he took in the familiar air and sounds of his second home.​

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[LooneyLani]

amalie mayr - 7th

hufflepuff common | interacting: pirk

Mornings filled with loud chatter, the echo of footfalls thundering over wooden floors, and the appearance of all types of creatures scurrying about, were the type of mornings Amalie had come to miss. For almost all the students entering the school grounds and clambering off the train with their luggage the school break had been spent at home, however for some few special cases, such as Amalie herself, the break was spent close to the magical school. Don't get her wrong, she missed her family terribly, but the venture home and the quieter house to greet her was a feat the seventh year wasn't yet able to build herself up towards, and thankfully for her many of her professors understood the quiet struggle she faced. Amalie spent most of the break in Hogsmeade, travelling back to Hogwarts some days for the short one on one lessons with her more patient professors, getting the hang of her new communication spell. She'd moved back in to the Hufflepuff dorms just a few days earlier, her company mainly consisting of the school's wandering ghosts, the spelled plants within the hufflepuff common room, and her newly rescued songbird, Flute. Therefore she was probably more pleased than most with the rush of noise and the appearance of the multiple students, finding that she didn't feel quite so alone anymore.

Much of her morning so far was spent calming flustered first years, and helping many of the younger hufflepuffs navigate their common room and find comfortable beds and spaces to unpack. She tried her best to keep annoyance at bay as she reached out to turn another first year boy to enter the boys' dormitory rather than the girls'; she couldn't believe it was so difficult to figure out. With a huff, the seventh year blew a strand of blonde hair from her face and ducked beneath the hanging vine narrowingly swaying past her eyes, and with a final warning glance up towards the hanging potted plant she finally focused back on the group of younger hufflepuffs she'd just directed. It was proving hard to ignore the less than subtle glances Amalie had been receiving directed towards the jagged scar visible on her neck, and the surprise on their faces whenever her answers to their multiple questions came to them in written words appearing before them. Though Amalie could be glad the spell seemed to be working properly, making her communication much easier - at least, it seemed, for her. So far she was able to keep her resolve together, but by Merlin she was struggling. It was already more than half a year since the accident, Amalie had hoped by now she would have a hang of life without her voice, a life without the warmth of her mother. Amalie drew a big breath, trying to shake the oncoming feelings and focus back on the present, wishing to push it all to the back of her mind. Eventually it seemed her saving grace had made an appearance, her doe-like eyes shining as they skimmed over the common room's couches where an all too familiar student lazed.

A smile Amalie couldn't shake appeared as she swung by the freshly brewed coffee & teas stand, nimble fingers gripping around a warm mug as she made her way through. A tilted head and amused smile came as her greeting to her fellow seventh year, her hands gently pressing the coffee to the boy's chest, fingers running over Scud's back as she pulled her hand back. Amalie comfortably plopped herself beside Pirk, their shoulders bumping as she shifted on the soft couch and her smile ever present. "It sure is nice seeing a familiar face. I missed seeing you staggering about", a soft laugh followed as Amalie leaned back, soft blue eyes scanning over Pirk for a second before she turned away, determining that, despite the signs of travel, he seemed to appear okay and without the need for aid. She was quick to find the small yellow songbird fluttering about the potted plants, Flute finally having had a breakthrough with his flight lessons over the past couple days. Turns out teaching an injured bird to fly was much different than learning to fly a broomstick. Her thrumming fingers, a habit earned from boredom, eventually knocked against the luggage set beside the couch the two seventh years currently sat on, and all too knowing eyes turned back to Pirk. Amalie raising her brows in an effort for emphasis. She was well aware the boy would leave his luggage unpacked for many days, but Amalie knew he'd likely be the easiest of her usual hufflepuff companions to get sorted.
(might change how i write her, not yet too sure!)

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[Wolfiee]

Track!

 

[mood6]

-andromeda

interactions

Clairabelle SomebodyElse

mentions

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Despite what most people would think, Andromeda hadn't been looking forward to her summer ending. Sure, she loves to see her friends and such, but it's always quite difficult for the twins to leave their father. So, as she waits for her newest potion from Madam Pomfrey to kick in, she sits in the Slytherin common room, texting her father. This, also isn't something people would expect out of her, as she isn't known as being the "nice" twin. She, however, knows that her brother, the idiotic bean that he is, will most likely get too excited to reunite with his friends and will completely forget to send a text to let their father know that the twins got there safe. So, while everyone around her is reuniting with friends, she's sitting on the couch, sending her father a picture of her cat.

While scrolling through Instagram, waiting for her father to respond Remi notices a familiar blonde sitting on the couch opposite her. the two had never interacted and she wasn't so desperate for companionship that she feels the need to make superficial friends. Of course, her incredibly social cat just has to rub up against Clairabelle's legs, probably just to spite his owner's introverted tendencies. "You little shit" She mutters, quickly making her way over to the two in order to get her cat back. Despite her harsh words, the second she picks up the black cat he cuddles into her neck and she gives him a quick peck on the head. "Sorry about that. He doesn't really understand personal boundaries" She gives the blonde a half-hearted smile, which is probably the most she's ever offered the other slytherin.

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interactions

Amalie LooneyLani and Pirk Borge

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Unlike his sister, Ajax couldn't be happier to finally make his way back to Hogwarts. Keeping magic a secret is absolutely exhausting, especially when it comes to interacting with his muggle family. All summer, the twins get paraded around to make up for all the family gatherings they miss during the year and they have to lie about where they are all year. So, being around other wizards was much less emotionally exhausting and life with magic is a lot more fun than life without it in general. That being said, he was running a bit behind, as he had stopped by diagon alley to get some magical candy.

Of course, due to his candy addiction, Ajax is one of the last of the older hufflepuffs to enter the common room with luggage, a candy bag, and bird cage in hand. His eyes scan the room in an attempt to find anyone he recognizes, though it wouldn't matter much. He would find someone to talk to no matter what, but it's still comforting when he spots his two friends. He quickly makes his way over to them, noting Pirk's messy appearance with a smile. it's good to be back. "Hey guys! How were your summers?" he asks them, absentmindedly brushing some crumbs off of pirk's clothes, probably from his breakfast that day.
(Sorry his is shorter, i'm writing his while doing homework)

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[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

Philip took a deep breath as he walked down the corridor towards the staircase to Ravenclaw Tower, taking in the atmosphere of Hogwarts once more. However, when in previous years he found the atmosphere electrifying with the promise of friends, magic and learning even if it was marred sometimes by Peeves pranks. Yet this year was different, there was a something dark hanging in the air, putting a dampener to everything with rumours of dark times ahead. He tried to ignore it running through his mind any preparations he had to make before the feast tonight. Should be the same old routine: Unpack, prepare his book for tomorrow and check on Quidditch situation.

He was surprised he hadnt seen Theo yet, he was sure Theo would have found his way to him and tried to rope him into something. Phillip wasn't sure if he was disappointed or relieved, friendship with that jock was a great surprise, but he was unsure yet whether it was for the best yet. It was hard to be around a stronger, more talented jock from a richer family after all even if it did have its perks.

Phillip had to put his thought aside for the moment as presented himself at the Ravenclaw tower door and its prominent Eagle Knocker. "First think of a person who lives in disguise, who deals in secrets and tells naught but lies. Next tell me what’s the last to mend, the middle of middle and the end of end. Finally, give me the sound often heard during the search for a hard to find word. Now string them together and answer me this, which creature are you unwilling to kiss?" Came a voice from the knocker.

Phillip he repeated the riddle over and over in his mind. He was initially stumped as he couldn't find a connection between each line. Yet he realized that he was meant to find the connection just do what each line said to do. So a person who lives in disguise, who deals in secrets and tells naught but lies? A secret agent or spy, cant be anything else. Next tell me what’s the last to mend, the middle of middle and the end of end. Last to mend? what needs mending? Middle of what middle? There wasnt enough information... He frowned at himself, there was always enough information in riddles. Maybe it means spelling? Last of mend: D, Middle of Middle? D. End of end? D. Now Finally give me the sound often heard during the search for a hard to find word. What noise does one make one searching for a word to say. Ehm? Hmm? Er? That it hit him Spy, D, Er? String them together.

"Spider." He said out loud.

 

[Watthound]

Tracking. I will have my reply up by tomorrow!)

 

[Watthound]

Dakota walked to the Hufflepuff common room. He tapped on the barrel outside to the rhythm of Helga Hufflepuff and walked in once the door opened. He smiled seeing the familiar room and couldn't wait to see the new faces that were to show up. He looked at his cat, Snow who was already heading to his favorite window in the room. He smiled and chuckled a little.

Lilith walked quietly to the Ravenclaw common room ignoring the looks the first years gave her. She knew it was because of her hair but she didn't seem to care. She kept Moira perched on her shoulder as she walked. The owl was grooming herself and didn't acknowledge anything or anyone like she usually does. Lil quickly solved the riddle and went inside. This year would be the year she worked the hardest. The year she would be true to herself and maybe..... Made a few friends.

 

[blue tea]

英傑利威

yingjie liwei

location

causing chaos

tags

gryffindor + 7th year

Yingjie stood at the entrance of Hogwarts with tense shoulders, liquid hues staring at the people that shoveled passed him without a care, eager to get to get to their destination while others seemed to drag their feet. Plump lips curled into a smirk as he scanned the ever so growing crowd intending to pick out his group of friends or well Zhiqiang but he wouldn't admit that. Liquid hues narrowed the longer he continued to scan the bustling crowd until a small whine bubbled within his throat. Was he being dramatic? Absolutely. Did he care? No. He was a child whining for his parents or in this case he was winning for his beloved best friend who made his heart flutter. Frowning he grasped his chest where his heart resided, eyebrows furrowed. Perhaps he was coming down with something?

Shaking his head, no matter; he thought with puffed cheeks as he brushed his milky white fingers through his ebony hair. A melodic hum rumbled within his throat as he strode into the grand entranceway with clasped hands. Head tilting to the right as students parted with terror-filled orbs. Whispers arose as beady orbs followed his backside, uncertainty, and anger swirling within their dark orbs as he strode forward, eyes staring ahead of him in hopes of hiding his wavering expression. He needed to get out of here. Now.

Hands visibly shaking as he rounded the corner away from the prying eyes of his peers, chest heaving up and down at a rapid pace, his heart hammering against his sternum as he took in a much-needed gulp of oxygen. Clutching the wall for support he continued his trek to find his group of friends, a whine bubbling the surface of his throat as he glanced around wildly. Lips parting in a silent call as he continued to roam the grand building with a lost expression. Wide liquid brown hues gleamed with a child-like glow as he continued to ignore the questioning glances students threw his way. He almost wanted to turn around and question if he had something on his face otherwise mind your own damn business. Scowling darkly he clutched his rumbling stomach which begged him to finally cave in to its demand. When was the last time he ate? Weeks? Days? He wasn't sure.

"Where on earth are they?" Lips curling into his teeth as he sucked at them, eyebrows knitted tightly together as he remained rooted in his spot. He was starting to become nervous, even more so than he was before he entered. His chest seemed to tighten as the walls began to shrink causing him to sprint down the hallway in hopes of gaining distance from the now shrinking hallway. Gasps rattled within his chest as he stumbled into a more closed-off section. Head pounding he collapsed onto the floor with a heartwrenching whimper, tears welling within his orbs as he brought his knees to his chest. A sense of loneness pooled deep within his core as he fought off the oncoming panic attack. Hands shaking he wrapped them around his knees as he continued to gasp for air.

Ebony hair coated his vision in darkness as he buried his redden face into the dip between his boney knee caps. He was skinny. He knew that. Underweight and malnourished but what do you expect from a beggar on the streets? Memories flooded his mind like an old picture movie, tears pooling down his cheeks splattering his black jeans as he was forced into an onslaught of unwanted memories. Pain. All he felt was agony. He wanted to scream to cry out for anyone but it seemed his pleas remained unanswered.

He needed to get it together. He couldn't break down like this. He was weak. Oh so weak and he doubted anyone would want to help. Perhaps... Perhaps he was beyond fixing. He was destined to be the broken boy that hid behind a facade. A lost little boy who could barely scrape the surface of the ledge he was hanging from as the dark tendrils pulled at him, begging him to give in. Tilting his head backward he stared up at the decorated ceiling as tears continued to ravage his sunken cheeks.

Sucking in a breath, his lungs expanding as he continued to stare at the ceiling with hallowed hues. He couldn't afford to be weak although he supposed this counted as his monthly breakdown. 11 more breakdowns to go. Lips curling into a forced smile he pushed himself onto his knees before letting his forehead rest against the cool surface.

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Breath Yingjie.

Just breath.

Sighing Yingjie stumbled onto his unbalanced feet, hands pressed firmly behind his back as he walked out of the small corner he had his mental breakdown in. Acting as if nothing happened he strode forward with purpose. Head held high as he stalked forward with a sense of elegance. Ebony hair fluttered behind him like silk as the crowd of students parted in stunned silence. Liquid brown hues glistening with mystery. Quirking his lips into a smirk he rounded the corner towards the feast.

A squeak escaped his redden lips, eyes widening as he stared at the milky white collarbone obscuring his vision. Mouth gaping as he glanced up to stare into the eyes of Zhiqiang. Red dusted his cheeks as he hastily backed up with a sheepish grin. "Oh hey there Zhiqaing!" Laughing nervously he rubbed the back of his neck until cool fingers grasped his chin lifting his head upwards. "Zhi-," he began startled until the cool glare of the man in blue silenced whatever he was going to say.

"Your eyes are red," Zhiqiang stated with a slight curl of his lips.

"Huh? No, they aren't! Are you seeing things Zhiqiang? Maybe you should get your eyes checked!" Did he lie straight through his teeth? Yes. What was new? He always lied about his degrading health. "Zhiqiang you can let go of my chin now." He deadpanned as Zhiqiang continued to inspect his puffy orbs and tear-stained cheeks.

"Another one?" Zhiqiang questioned with knitted eyebrows, the pads of his thumbs brushing Yingjie's bottom lip before letting go.

"I'm fine Zhiqiang." He rasped out with a bitter smile before spinning on the balls of his feet, eyes downcast as he remained rooted in place. Maybe... Maybe he should tell Zhiqiang but it wasn't like he could tell him 'hey I live on the streets and I haven't eaten in months.' Not a good conversation starter and he sure as hell didn't want anyone's pity.

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志強鄉

zhiqiang xiang

location

keeping chaos out of trouble

tags

gryffindor + 7th year

A frown adored his thin lips as he gazed at his father, annoyance flashing through his dark hues before being replaced by liquid anger. How dare his father talk to them as if he knew everything about him? Fingers curling into the palms of his snowy white flesh, beads of blood dotting the grooves creating an aesthetic appeal against the milky white skin. He was livid but his face remained slack of emotion but his orbs told a much different story. Liquid pools of darkness swam with untold anger as he continued to glare down his raging father.

"Remember you, ungrateful children, that you are the next generation of the Xiang clan. I expect you two will behave accordingly but I suppose you two will always disappoint me... Such a waste of life. It truly is saddening," their father purred out harshly before promptly turning on his heels and stalking off.

"I hate that man," Zhiqiang rumbled out darkly as he unclenched and clenched his bleeding palms. Eyes darkening as he watched their father vanish off within the distance, only the bitter taste remained left within his mouth causing bile to rise. Swallowing hard he glanced over at Weisheng who reminded deep in thought, eyes downcasted as the bright red print contrasted against his pale cheeks. "Brother..." Zhiqiang whispered brokenly as he reached out to grasp the older male's trembling hands within his own. He hated this. He hated watching his brother destroy himself from the inside out unable to do anything but watch with unushered tears.

"I am quite alright Zhiqiang.. Do not worry I will be fine," Weisheng spoke with a wavering smile upon his cracked lips before he turned and vanished towards the bustling crowd of students. Eyebrows knitted together as he watched his brother's robes vanish among the crowd, a sigh escaped his plump lips, eyes staring at his feet as blood dribbled down his hands splattering the ground in crimson. Spinning on the balls of his heels, his white boots slapped against the dirt as he drifted aimlessly among the ever so growing crowd, it shape-shifting every second as he headed inside.

Fingers brushing the long silky robes that adored his tall frame he observed the scattering students with cold hues, his footsteps echoing throughout the gracious building as an eerie silence spread. Holding his head high he maneuvered around the silent crowd with a curl of his lips. He hated public space. Even more when every eye seemed to trail after his moving form or rather the bright red streaks that followed. Heart thumping loudly within his chest as he rounded the corner to get away from their curious gazes only to find Weisheng leaning heavily against the wall, hand clutched tightly to his chest. "Brother?" Zhiqiang rushed out as he gathered the older male within his arms, eyebrows knitted in concern as he stared at his paling brother.

"I am alright Zhiqiang. Just a bit dizzy that's all." Weisheng spoke as he slipped out of his tight grasp with a hesitant smile, eyes wavering as he spun on his heel and headed away from the cold-hearted brother. Clasping his hands tightly behind him he glanced around the empty hallway with an unidentified emotion. Shaking his head he strode through the quiet hallway, eyes scanning every nook and cranny until his body collided with a smaller frame.

Stumbling, he gazed down at the familiar mop of hair, eyes traveling downward until it rested upon Yingjie's reddened hues. "Your eyes are red," Zhiqiang stated with a slight curl of his lips. Eyes narrowed as he gently grasped Yingjie's chin within the pads of his fingers, tilting his head upwards. He knew Yingjie better than anyone. They were inseparable. Attached to the hip. Never alone without the other. He knew Yingjie better than he knew himself sometimes but by the tear-stained cheeks and red hues he knew something was wrong. A sensation of worry clouded his mind as he continued to stare at his chocolate hues.

"Another one?" Zhiqiang questioned with knitted eyebrows, the pads of his thumbs grazing Yingjie's bottom lip before letting go reluctantly. Eyebrows knitted as he stepped back to observe the skittish boy with hands clasped tightly behind his back, his dark hues followed Yingjie like a hawk. He wondered what exactly was going through his mind or rather what demons were tormenting his friend but he remained silent. Perhaps Weisheng had better advice in the matter except... his brother looks to be battling his own demons.

code by @Nano

 

[BOKEH.]

RHYS OF RAVENCLAW

Rhys couldn't be more pleased than to return to Hogwarts after spending another summer with his dreadful parents. He could never truly relax when they were around. Even when he was tucked away in the privacy of his bedroom or spending time with his younger sister, he never felt content. By attending Hogwarts, however, he could temporarily escape the insufferable pressure that household. It was the only place he truly felt at home at. Well, sort of. He knew he put others on edge. He did not even have to brush through their mind to know that. As a Legilimens, most people avoided him like the plague which, honestly, the dark haired boy was perfectly fine with. He preferred to be left to himself anyways.

With Maeve at his side, the raven-haired boy found his way to the Ravenclaw Tower. The familiar essence of magic clung to his surroundings was enamoring to the seventeen year old wizard. It was one of the things he liked most about the magical school. It was almost like it was magic itself. It made his blood hum with contentment.

Rhys had been too caught up in his own thoughts that he did not see her until it was too late and smacked straight into a much smaller human being. His eyes widened briefly and he instinctively reached out with one hand to grasp the right shoulder of the platinum blonde's shoulder to steady her. While he internally cursed himself for his mistake, his surprise relaxed into a much softer expression. "Ah, it's just you."

INTERACTION(S): Cat? Wolfiee (Hope this works for you?)

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CRESCENTIA OF GRYFFINDOR

Crescentia had spent the majority of her summer in her hometown of Brighton, enjoying the peaceful company of her grandparents. While she loved her grandparents and the city she was born in, she was pleased to be returning to Hogwarts for yet another year. She might have not grown up with the knowledge of all things magic, but the school of magic had become much like a second home to the young blonde. She had built family-like bonds there that she was excited to continue to build on. It was hard to believe that she had gone so many years solely immersed in the muggle world. Of course, there had been a devastating price to pay for her to step into the wizarding world, but the Gryffindor had every intention of embracing the life she had now.

With bags and her owl, Viggo, in tow, Cress made her way towards the Gryffindor common room. The corridors were swirling with a blend of new and old students. After spending the summer in a relatively quiet environment, the familiar chatter that buzzed around her was almost welcomed. It was no less peaceful in the Gryffindor common room either. Upon stepping through the threshold with just the breathe of a few words, the room was notably bursting with life. Many of her fellow schoolmates were already unpacking their things or catching up with each other. While she might have stopped to chat herself, she was more interested in finding a special someone. So, instead of hanging around, the fairly tall girl set off towards her old dorm. She sent a few brief greetings towards some of the familiar faces in the room as she carefully weaved her way around all the people and things.

She knew Kiara was already there before she even entered the room. Call it a six sense but the atmosphere seemed to change when her best friend was around. She could just sense her presence like it was embedded into her soul.

"Did you miss me?" the curly-haired greeted and gave the caramel haired girl a wide, toothy grin. She did not wait for the other girl to even reply before she dropped her things causing Viggo to startle away from her and strolled across the room to Kiara, wrapping her into a brief but crushing hug. "Who am I kidding? Of course you did." she said playfully as she drew back from the other girl, "But seriously, it's so good to see you, K." With that, she left out a dramatic sigh of what could only be relief.

INTERACTION(S): Kiara WanderLust.

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  Faust Candorosa

  
  

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The space between today and last year had felt like a decade. And the journey forward, steeper while constantly out of reach, no matter the steps he took. Despite last year's incident, he had felt he had succeeded in gaining some traction at Hogwarts. He was on the Hufflepuff quidditch team, as the seeker- and even if they weren't the favorite house team in the sport, he would give the other houses a run for their money. He had started feeling comfortable in his house, despite his anxiety. Studying with others outside his house, becoming a person undaunted by spell casting. Yet, the new principal, gave everyone a reason to be apprehensive.

While he disliked the sometimes obvious favoritism from the staff (over Gryffindor), he thought they were good people, including the former principal. For his fifth year, this new woman, even whilst smiling and carrying herself like a professional, made his skin poke with pins and needles. The entire way of managing through Diagon Alley to collect necessary school supplies and maneuver his way up to the common room was like a maze for Faust. He knew where to go of course, but there was this metaphorical dog nipping at his heels and illusions of jump-scares around every corner. Though he remained stoic while maneuvering, and gracing all people with a smile and wave in greeting. His chest over time taut from it, like a towel being wrung.

When he gets to their (Hufflepuff) corridor her taps the barrel two from the bottom in the middle of the second row to gain entry. Like clockwork, it opens, and he shuffles through with his things, unceremoniously plotting them down by one of the unclaimed beds, which would be his for the rest of the year. It was all haphazardly organized when he finally fell on his bed open mouthed, and slowly released his breath. His eyes shift over to his house mates, familiar and friendly faces, as always was in the house of Hufflepuff. He's decided to stay where he is until his muscles untighten, but he can see his peers ambling and his grating nerves lessen as seconds carry on. His voice calls out in his soft cheer, "Well!- Welcome back! The words ended up being more encouragement to dampen the constricting feeling altogether and had him rise from the bed and back into the room. Pirk, Dakota, Ajax- with candy, ah yes, and Amalie. Squash was somewhere about, he had a knack for slipping away and reappearing.

As he walks back into the room, it was as if nothing strange had happened and that atmosphere, the warmth of here brought a genuine smile. Pirk on the couch petting Scud (the monkey-cat, so titled by Faust), receives a hair ruffling from him in passing. You can't already be tired can you?" he teases, seeing his luggage. A faint chuckle rides the latest words as he offers a hug to Amalie, the mother of Hufflepuff. Often he thought of Amalie as what a mother would be like, being without one himself. "How's it been?" he asks while embracing her.

Faust considered hanging on Ajax, but instead he just looked over after hugging Amalie, "What's it (the candy) this time?"

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[Wolfiee]

Replying soon. I kept thinking I had posted but I hadn’t

 

[Watthound]

You're good hun