Fandom Marauders Era AU

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Thursday, 1 September 1977

Start of Term

After a long train ride, students, both new and returning, arrive at Hogwarts to begin a new year. The first years filed into a line that followed the groundskeeper, Hagrid, who would lead them to the boats that would bring them into their new life at Hogwarts while the older students made their way to the carriages. Splitting into their friend groups, they climbed into the carriages that appeared to pull themselves (though, there were a few students that knew the truth: the carriages were actually pulled by thestrals). Once inside, the upper years are seated at their table as they await the Sorting Ceremony to begin. The first years are ushered into the Great Hall as they look around with wonder. The ceiling reflected the sky outside while thousands of lit candles hovered overhead. Four long tables were stretched across the room, filled with students from the four houses.

Professor McGonagall begins the ceremony, reading out the names of the new students as they are sorted into their new houses. Cheers erupt from each house as they gain a new member. As the Sorting draws to a close, the students are anxious for the feast to begin. Dumbledore rose from his seat to address the school. As he does every year, he welcomed the students and went over the rules and any start of term notices. He introduced the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor along with the rest of the staff. However, this year, he also addressed the growing tensions in the Wizarding World.

"While there is a division amongst those out in the world, it is more important now to be unified. The dark seeks to divide us, holding others above the rest on the basis of lies and propaganda. It is important to not let these things influence us."

Dumbledore's tone changed from grave to cheery when he finished his speech and started the feast.

"Let the feast begin!"

 

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Holly Olivier|7th Year Gryffindor;

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[div class=p]Unlike the past several years, Holly had been anxiously awaiting her return to Hogwarts. She was looking forward to a sense of normalcy that she hadn't had all summer. While she did spend quite a bit of time with Marlene and Lily, she had also spent the summer moving out of her childhood home into a new flat with her father. While she still remained in Edinburgh (much to her relief), she had left behind the residential neighborhood of Duddingston for a flat in the city center. After losing her mum and sister, Holly and her dad decided that they could not stay in the house where the attack had happened. It was a difficult and emotional process to let go of the last remnants of her life before the incident.

The train ride was long but overall nice. She had spent the first portion catching up with Lily and Marlene, though it hadn't been long since they had last seen each other. The best friends were nearly inseparable. However, Holly was quite busy with moving and prepping for the move, so she had not seen as much of the two as she usually did. Of course Holly had indulged on some sweets from the trolley. She couldn't help but buy some chocolate and a cauldron cake; it was a long train ride after all. Predictably, Holly had fallen asleep for about an hour towards the end of the train ride, though she did wake up with enough time to change into her school robes. By the end of the journey, she was starving and more than ready to go to the feast.

Once she had made it to the Great Hall, Holly found her usual spot at the Gryffindor table. She never liked sitting through the Sorting Ceremony because she just wanted to talk with her friends and eat. However, she did cheer for each new Gryffindor. Once Dumbledore finished his speech and summoned the food, Holly made herself a plate and grinned at her friends, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "I can't believe that it's our final year. I don't know if I'm ready to be an adult," she stated.

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Regulus Black

"the most generous Black”​

Regulus wouldn't try and differentiate himself from his peers by saying his summer was much different from the norm. Lately, things in the wizarding world were starting to amp up. Darkness was growing, encompassing even those who thought they were in the light. It was an unavoidable pressure. Regulus wouldn't be surprised if it wasn't just him who'd had quite the abnormal summer. Though he much doubted that their summer was special in the same way that his had been. Regulus didn't just dawdle around, aimlessly blown around by the relentless forces that some people seemed to struggle with. Light versus Dark. Good versus Bad. The darkness was no stranger to the boy, and he'd fully embraced it. He even had the mark to prove it.

A pale hand scratched at his covered forearm absentmindedly as he sat with his eyes boring into Dumbledore's. After being introduced to some genuinely capturing speakers, Regulus had trouble seeing the headmaster as more than a bumbling fool. To be quite honest, he was having a tough time still seeing the importance of coming to Hogwarts in the first place. He wanted to be out there in the real world, where all the real stuff was going on. Instead, he was forced to be here and play the charade. Be a good little student as if any of that mattered in the current climate. It was absolute lunacy.

His face reflected his disdain. Though Regulus sat up straight at the table, posture immaculate as usual with his hands folded politely in his lap as if to exude attentiveness, his eyes told a different story. Once Dumbledore stopped speaking, his head turned slowly forward. The dark circles seemed hardened but unfocused as if he didn't care what was before him but rather keen on guarding something that was deep within. He sat poised like this for quite a while, zoning out while those around him dug enthusiastically into the plates before them. It wasn't until a chubby (and a bit grimy) hand tugged earnestly at his sleeve that Regulus shifted.

"Did you hear me? I said pass the-"

Regulus' head snapped to the left, frown twisting into a sneer with a fiery intensity replacing the apathy in his eyes. The younger Slytherin boy recoiled a bit in his chair, but Regulus didn't see this as satisfactory.

"You've made a grave mistake," he said, words clipped as if he were scolding a small child. "For now I will forgive you, as I am the most generous of the Blacks. But the next time you put your filthy, undeserving hands on anything belonging to mine, do not be surprised to wake up and find it missing."

He retrieved his wand from his inner robe, holding it in the boy's face for a moment of tense silence before using it to levitate the plate of turkey to a place on the table that was empty between the two. Regulus smiled simply as if to demonstrate how easy that would have been, though there was still malice in his expression. With a dramatic sigh, Regulus turned now to his right with an eyebrow quirked.

"The nerve of some. Right, Narcissa? But I wasn't exaggerating my generosity. We both know my father would not have been so patient with such... insolence."

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Narcissa Black - Slytherin - 6th year

Location: Great Hall
Interacting with: Regulus ( zippy )
Mentioned: Thomas ( Mook-LandStrider )
Nearby: Marlene ( ukiiyo ), Sirius ( myst.erion ), Lily ( ukiiyo ), Holly ( copacetic )​

Another year, another Welcoming Feast, another Sorting Ceremony. Another cloying speech.

"While there is a division amongst those out in the world, it is more important now to be unified. The dark seeks to divide us, holding others above the rest on the basis of lies and propaganda. It is important to not let these things influence us."

Lies and propaganda, he says. Is it not the truth that the blood of half-bloods and Muggle-borns are a mix of magic and non-magic blood? Mixed blood, impure blood, Narcissa thought with her usual derision for anyone sharing views such as the ones Dumbledore had just endorsed.

The "dark" did not "seek to divide anyone"; the division was already there, from the moment a person is born, or rather, from the very first union of a pure-blood with a Muggle. And yet...some people blurred the lines, claiming equality for all. Thomas was one of those.

Although the Steinmauers were indeed known to be a respectable family, they didn't play up to much in the eyes of the Blacks, mainly because of their belief in humbling themselves the half-bloods and Muggle-borns, in considering it the responsibilities of the elites to serve and protect those below them. Thomas's principles had initially been identical to hers, but since second year, he had changed, submitting to those of his forefathers. If there was a slim chance of her family approving of him before, it was gone now. She had even heard her parents mulling over who to wed her off to, although she expected that that would come much later in the future. With the undoubtedly impending war, her parents would have other things to focus on. There would be plenty of time later.

She was drawn out of her thoughts by the lively din conversation that arose, and the clangs of silverware that soon followed. It was undignified, almost, but she had other things to think about than the unceremonious manners of a bunch of eleven to eighteen-year-olds. Similar to her, her cousin Regulus, who sat next to her with identical, perfect poise, didn't immediately move to serve himself. Zoning out as usual, probably. He did have a tendency to get lost in his thoughts, much more so than her and Bella.

Her attention was caught when he snapped his head to the left, and she watched him deal with the boy. Oh, how ignorant the boy was, to have not recognized a Black and taken care to mind his manners. If he had been attentive enough when choosing his seat, perhaps he could have avoided this scenario by avoiding this section altogether. His memory of his first feast at Hogwarts would surely now be tainted by the constant pressure of Regulus' presence beside him.

Turning to her, her cousin sighed dramatically. ""The nerve of some. Right, Narcissa? But I wasn't exaggerating my generosity. We both know my father would not have been so patient with such... insolence."

"Generous, indeed," she said, raising an eyebrow, an amused smirk playing on her lips. "Although perhaps you should have driven the lesson home harder. Then he'd be less likely to make a similar mistake in the future, don't you think? You'd be doing him a favour."

Finally helping herself to some roast beef, she noticed McKinnon—the girl her other cousin, Regulus' brother, was head-over-heels for—being as noisy as usual in her group. "What's the latest update with McKinnon and your brother, anyway? Is he planning to make her a Black in the future?" she said, not bothering to hide the disdain in her voice. She had clashed with McKinnon and her little friends Evans and Olivier more than once; everyone knew they weren't each other's biggest fans.