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[Flecker]

THE NEW ERA DAWNS

BEGINNING OF THE END
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When you came to King's Cross, especially when you came at the right time, at the right spot and with the right reason , sometimes you could see people rushing, running and jolting with excitement. Certainly 'twas quite a sight, even in this time of questions and mysteries it seems the unbridled energies of the youth couldn't be beat by simple fears or rumors. The ragged, the robed, the jeweled, it's a time where you saw everyone, it's a time when you see a bunch of people not arguing about which side's correct, they're here bounded by the same purpose, they're here marching to the same place. Indeed everyone would agree that children are too pure to be corrupted by the tainted ideologies that flooded the minds of nearly every educated adults in the world.

Like many things in this world, sooner or later you can see smudges started to appear on that perfectly clean glass you just finished washing. Behind the brick wall, it'd be an understatement to mention a "squad" of Aurors standing there, they're bringing everyone there. Every entrance, every spot hidden behind the station's pillars, just about every block of tile had trenchcoated gentlemen standing there. To make matters worse, they're not exactly the friendliest bunch. They shoved the older students who wanted to rush in like they're dealing with violent elves' rights protesters. They barred the parents from their children and with a wave of their wands they'd make those innocent students' briefcase spat out everything they're carrying. Those fearsome looking people would then rummage through them removing anything that smelled of anti-Ministry or mysterious, in theory it sounded good, but if your lunch container's not transparent then expect that well made food your mother prepared to be thrown to the ground.

Behind the bricks, those segregation returned, they treated you different. It's a minute for pure bloods, 5 minutes for half blood and 15 minutes for muggle borns. They're waiting their turns wiping their sweat, standing like they're renewing their apparition license in long snaky lines.

But they realized, they saw strangers, they saw strange faces that aren't covered with trenchcoats.

They whispered, "Those are some funny looking uniforms."

"Damn, things couldn't get any worse huh?"

"Why?"

"Where've you been Darrell? They're from other schools, y'know with all the attacks everyone's gonna need security?"

"Well send them on their own flying horse or ships! You just add guards right!"

"Every 5 kids guarded by a bloke, you think they're gonna fit?"

"You think it'll fit here?!"

"The Minister said it's some great foreign relations crap, so she added a couple cars, yeah, besides I'm pretty sure we have more security guys than they have in their life time."

"Goddamn Granger! I'm sick of this line! Why do we have so many Aurors anyway?"

"Ask the Death Eaters."

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[Flecker]

Luke
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Location: Platform 9 3/4
Interaction: None, available.

Wedged between the sweaty overbearing mothers and their rushing ambitious sons or daughter, you could see two men walking like they had all the time in the world. They never even glanced up to the nearby clocks despite the hasty crowd around them. The old man's wrapped in a fading beige overcoat, his green shirt's tucked inside a pair of grey dirt-smudged cargo pants; he completes his looks with a pair of boots with some liberally spread mud that obscured the original black leather. On the contrary, the shorter youth next to him is much simpler looking, he got the hoodie, the jeans, the sneakers, you'd be surprised he's not walking around with a pair of headphones on his ears. They stopped just at the brick wall, the youth faces the elder and nodded. "So this is it." He handed the suitcase's handle to his left hand and extended his right hand forward.

"This is it huh?" The old man sighed. His eyes were eyeing the brick wall when he spoke. The hand was met with no response, he didn't reach for it, he simply glanced at the youth's non existent index finger before going back to the bricks. The wrinkles on the sides of his face became more prominent as he squinted his eyes. "Can't believe you're in sixth year already." He blurted in his gravelly voice. The younger male felt a rough touch on his shoulder and he immediately knew to pocket his deformed hand.

"'SCUSE ME!" A child yelled and then a surge of children stormed them. None of them both are sure if there are 5 or 6 shorter 11 year olds that just bumped them and forced their way in the brick wall. Of course not long after, a redheaded woman with bags under her eyes grinned at the elder while bobbing her head. "Excuse me sir, it's their first time here."

The old man looked to the side and the waves of newcomers aren't dying out soon, he looked back to the bricks and realized the young man has been swallowed by the wall. "Can't believe last time I saw that was 5 years ago.. darn, still creeps me out." Even if it's only once, he still remembered how it felt in there. The smell of burning coal, the ear deafening whistle, the packed lunches and the sights of worried parents, he could even taste the bitterness of those steam on the tip of his lips.

Going past the bricks, he was immediately greeted by a hand's palm. Looking past the hand he saw behind it a towering gentleman in a dark trenchcoat with a strong jawline and a firm expression. "Back away sir!" He thought of it as unnecessary, those striking eyebrows and that sharp look already spoke for him. The old man threw his gaze to the side and saw the boy dragged by his arm and then shoved into a line. He wanted to lunge towards the youth but he could feel his chest held back by what he thought to be a barrier just like what muggles used to place when a road's broken. He glanced down and saw it's a man's arm. "Stay back!" He cared nothing for the man's warning and shouted, "That's my son!"

That yell however was met with silent, the youth merely looked away and another man of a larger stature dragged the old man, removing him from the site.

 

[fancries1]

Veronica Barrios​

Amidst the chaos forming around platform nine and three quarters, Veronica stood against a brick wall, with her suitcase in hand watching as children said their goodbyes to their parents before walking into the wall. Next to her, wearing a blonde wig and a pair of dark sunglasses, was her father; ready to send her off to Hogwarts for the start of his daughter’s 6th year. Being a member of MerLIn, Veronica fully believed the theories of the ministry being the ones behind the disappearances of all those who opposed the Ministry and people who might present themselves as a threat for the statue of secrecy. She knew her outspoken criticisms of the Ministry and her support for muggle integration made her a clear target for the aurors. Thus, she’d made sure her relatives were always wearing disguises whenever they went out with her.

“Don’t suppose you I can give you one last hug before you go?” her father asked, his face hidden behind the newspaper he was reading. Veronica chuckled, and took a look at her phone, knowing she should probably leave now before the Hogwarts Express left without her.

“Too risky,” she replied, looking forward and trying not to move her lips too much to make sure any hidden aurors wouldn’t notice she was talking to someone. “They might not know you’re my dad, but I don’t want them to know you and I know each other- they’ll try to take you away if they do. Just put down your newspaper, and walk away.”

Her father sighed, clearly not happy about having to say goodbye to his daughter in such an odd way. Veronica was the only one of his daughters who studied abroad, so he missed her the most. Not to mention he knew of the situation with the Ministry and the statue of secrecy, and he wanted to make sure he could give his daughter one last gesture just in case something happened to her. Still, he understood why his daughter wanted to take so many precautions, so he respected her destion. “Well, don’t forget to write, then. Good luck in school, be safe, you know the drill,” he replied as he folded the newspaper and slowly walked away from his daughter.

“Love you too, dad,” Veronica muttered, watching her father start mixing with the crowd of muggles as they tried to walk out of the crowded station. After a minute, she made her way towards the platform, where she was shoved with the rest of the students by the aurors.

“Of course, the Ministry don’t get enough satisfaction out of kidnapping innocents and discriminating muggles, they have to make student’s lives miserable too,” Veronica commented, intentionally loud so the aurors would hear. “Pitiful, really. They’re clearly nothing more than stupid, ugly, fucking ass- hey!”
She was caught off by one of the aurors, who’d yanked her suitcase out of her hands and thrown it through the wall. “Might want to go after it, unless you want me to throw you through the wall too,” the auror commented with a proud smile.

“Asshole,” was all Veronica said as her reply, before following the instructions she’d been given and walking through the wall herself. ​

 

[Flecker]

Luke​

Location: Platform 9 3/4
Interaction: None, available.

Today must be his lucky day, all the sixth years he knew are either far ahead or in a couple lines next to him. To make matters worse, he seemed to be standing around a sea of strange newcomers, he could see those bright excitement their smile brought and not a single one had those faint but painful creases of despair the fifth or sixth years had, well that and he also saw the snot that kept wanting to drip from their noses. He was wiping his forehead for the 100th time when he suddenly heard the sound of a "verbal struggle". It seems he's not the only one tuning in, the first years around him also can't help to just listen, not long after, he found that the child in front of him started to push him back. The child was.. "beefy" mind you, Luke couldn't keep his ground and was swept away by the human wave.

Of course he wanted to know what the hell happened, but he only wanted to listen, not this! He just felt real bad looking at a person's misfortune, but eventually a thought popped in his mind "Well everyone's doing it, why not?" The male turned back and he struggled with some of the juniors that had pretty big growth spurts, but after pushing the tip of his toes and adding a couple inches to him, he saw the same man who dragged him but now he also saw a feminine figure with him. If Luke'd been younger or less experienced, when he saw the unpleasant treatment the girl received, he'd probably think this is a simple case, "That girl must've done something wrong to get that reaction from the Aurors, thus she needs punishment, she needs to be scorned and her rights must be limited till she realized her mistakes." But now... even with a wand pointed at him he wouldn't know which side's right. One thing he's very sure of though, power corrupts. He stroked his chin like he's Merlin and remained still. The Aurors are figures of authority thus they're given power, if they're given power then he'd assume based on the previous statement they're corrupt. He held his chin and tilted his head, staring at the empty horizon. Clearly the answer's pretty simple by that logic, but siding with her meant we're giving her power and not just any power, the most powerful power there is, the power of the people, if she became corrupted as a consequence then should we not give her the power?

Regardless of the answer, he failed to realized that everyone's back on their line, he didn't realize his eyes are staring at that Auror, and he didn't realize he's standing like an idiot with a blank look in his face. The worst is yet to come, he immediately turned away and before he could run back to his line, a firm grip yanked his shoulder. He slowly looked back and realized the figure's not alone. That big man brought his two boys with him and they all have the look of "You're not supposed to be here."

The buzzcut glared at the boy staring right at his soul. "You lost, boy?"

"Lost? Well t-that's certainly an interesting query--"

"Yes or no?" The man's partner cuts him short.

"Um.. uhh--"

"Turn out your pockets!" The other partner yelled.

"What? I- everything I have is in--"

"Is that insubordination?" The buzzcut gentleman asked in an interrogative tone. He gave a nod to his partner and the one on his left lifted his overcoat just enough to reveal a glint of his aspen wand whilst smirking.

The youth started to fidget, he lowered his hoodie and grabbed everything he can on his front pocket. "Place it down!" Following that command, he placed three things on the floor; his 13 inch Cedar, a bar of chocolate, a card with a moving picture on it and a ballpoint pen.

The one on the right immediately reached for the pen. "What's this doing here?"

"I just... thought--"

"Louder!"

"I just thought it's easier to write with a ballpoint pen sir!" The boy forced the shout, his feet trembling.

The one on the left picked up the card instead. "Future Ministry Leaders?" He chuckled and took another look. "Outdated though... you had the gall to carry this around next to a muggle object Mr. Moretti?"

The middle man, chuckled before gesturing towards a nearby brick wall. "He probably had more, pat him down and search him."

 

[Foxagon]

DAMON CALLIXTUS

The area around Damon was overcrowded with people, the area practically buzzing with enough activity to keep him looking for hours. And he would've if it hadn't been for the heat that wafted off the train station, and wasn't helped any by the fact that the Durmstrang uniforms were more fur then cotton.

But Damon didn't want to be the first to complain, not while Headmaster Bojidar's eyes were darting about, his lips knit in an annoyed thin line. The man was typically a short-tempered bloke and Damon didn't want to see how the 15-hour sleep-less commute was affecting him, via verbal-assault.

Besides, everyone else around him was gritting their teeth and bearing it, representing Durmstrang with as much pride as they could. And he would do no less.

Already he could feel the weight of countless eyes, their curiosity empowering him in a way, keeping his lips tilted upward in a smile that could only be considered enigmatic.

Damon nearly started as a callased palm brushed his own, his eyes darting upward to meet his friends playful gaze. As soon as Damon's gaze touched his, Albert's eyes crossed and his face contorted into a mimicry of Headmaster Bojidar's rage-filled one. His nostrils twitched, he huffed and puffed as if lungs could barely contain all of his air.

Damon stole a glance up the line to the Headmaster's matching expression. Luckily for Albert, the man's agitated gaze was focused on the crowd of Auror's attempting to block their path. His mustache twitched as anger and saliva spilled from his lips, the man only pausing in his English to curse in Bulgarian. And Damon felt his lips twitching as he struggled to keep the laugh in.

And he wasn't the only one who had noticed Albert's display - soft laughter was travelling down the line from boy to girl.

The Headmaster's gaze swivelled back towards his line and quixkly everyone's eyes reverted to the flat, disciplined eyes typical of those schooled in a militaristic setting.

"Callixtus!"

Damon straightened, swivelling fully to meet the headmaster's eyes. There was only the barest remains of rage in them, so Damon figured he could safely assume this was just a question, some sort of inane request?

"Yes, sir?"

Headmaster Bojidar huffed out a sigh, muttered something in Bulgarian before resuming his words. "This.. chikidziq seems to think that we need identification in order to get onto the board this train," the auror in question narrowed his eyes at the bit of language he couldn't understand, anger beginning to settle it's heavy hands over his features. He was obviously assuming the worst. "Sir, I -" The headmaster cut him off as if he didn't exist. "So I'll need you to head back to my luggage and personally retrieve my letter from the prime minister herself."

Damon nodded quickly though he was still reeling a bit from the request. Would he even recognize the headmaster's luggage amongst all of the students', and even if he did, did the man expect him to just go through every bit of his meticulously packed stuff himself, one-by-one?

By now the headmaster's eyes were once again focused on the Aurors blocking their path, neither seeming to happy with the other.

"Sir, I -"

The Headmastee promptly lost it, in an infamous bit of temper that sent all of the students back a couple of inches.

"Go, you podqvolite!"

And Damon promptly took off in the other direction. He'd figured it couldn't be too hard. Right?

 

[fancries1]

Veronica Barrios

Interactions: none, open to interactions
Location: Train station (next to Durmstrang luggage)

Veronica pushed through the large crowd of students and parents, trying to get to her discarded suitcase before another Auror could find it. Shoving her way through the masses of students trying to get to the train, of parents trying to hold on to their children before the Aurors could take them away. If she hadn't been so worried about her suitcase, she would've noted the horrible treatment of the people by the Aurors. The situation in the platform served as the perfect example of the Ministry's abuse of power, especially over muggles and muggleborns, but taking action could wait. Now, all she needed was to make sure the Aurors wouldn't open her bag and find the MerLIn information she was hiding there. The most important documents were hidden in secret compartments within her suitcase, but the Aurors could easily use revealing charms to uncover her secrets. If they did, there was no guarantees she would be able to get to Hogwarts.

Eventually, she made it to her discarded suitcase. Which seemed relatively unharmed, only with a few new cracks as a result of the rough handling at the hands of the Auror. As she reached for her suitcase, she was stopped by a hand landing on her shoulder, grasping it tightly and digging the nails into her clothes. Alarmed, Veronica turned, only to find a female Auror holding a wand to her back and a hand on her shoulder.

"You," the woman spoke, her voice low and solemn. "Empty your pockets and open your suitcase, we'll be searching your belongings for anti-ministry items. Standard security procedure," her tone held no particular emotion, yet Veronica could feel the amount of pleasure she was receiving out of this by the way her long nails pressured against her shirt. Slowly and reluctantly, Veronica opened her suitcase, watching as another Auror, this one a male, began rummaging through her clothes and school supplies.

"Here's all I've got," Veronica muttered, emptying her pockets of all of their belongings. The first thing she pulled out, her wand, was immediately taken by the female Auror for inspection. Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with the wand, so the Auror returned it to its owner shortly after. The next thing, a long piece of empty parchment, was looked over by the Aurors, who didn't think it was important. She was about to take out a third item, her pencil, when the male Auror inspecting her bags gasped in shock.

"What do we have here?!" he exclaimed, gaining the attention of Veronica and the other Auror, as well as the other students who were also being inspected nearby. To her horror, Veronica noticed the Auror had found the MerLIn flyers she'd hidden inside of her History of Magic books. There were about a dozen flyers, large and bright with a picture of Merlin himself trapped in iron chains. Above, it read "Stop the oppression of the Ministry and its crimes against the Wizarding World" while below it read "join MerLIN! The new world starts with you!" Veronica and the other members of MerLIn had worked on those flyers during the summer vacation, and planned to paste them around the school once they returned. It seemed, however, as that would probably not happen. As the Aurors were already taking out their wands, prepared to attack Veronica.

Then it happened, the shouts of an older man resonated throughout the station. Everyone turned to see the Headmaster of Durmstrang cursing in bulgarian. Veronica wondered why he was there, and along with students, no less. Had they been invited? If so, why? But whatever the reason was, Veronica was more than glad they were there. The Headmaster proved to be the distraction Veronica needed to escape. All she had to do was get her suitcase, disguise herself, and run from the Aurors and into the Hogwarts Express. She knew she had enough time to close her suitcase thanks to the Headmaster, but she was going to need a bigger distraction in order to escape. Taking a glance at the tons of flyers in the Auror's hands, Veronica got an idea.

"Ventus!" Veronica exclaimed, pointing her wand at the flyers and moving her wand in a whip-like rotation while reciting the incantation. A gust of wind immediately left her wand, sending the flyers flying and falling into the hands of the people waiting to go through. The MerLIn movement wasn't unheard of, so the flyers caused some confusion in the crowd. Enough for Veronica to grab her suitcase and quickly move away from the two Aurors- who were busy trying to get all the flyers back. Not wanting to draw unwanted attention to herself, Veronica pulled her hood over her head and moved towards the discarded bags of the Durmstrang students. Hoping the Aurors would be too afraid of the Headmaster to come close to his student's belongings. ​