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Leo Kettleburn​

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Leo exited The Three Broomsticks and ran a hand through his soft brown hair. He smiled as he walked down the streets, excited to finally pitch a very special question to a very special someone. Leo had been meaning to ask out Cassiopeia to the upcoming Yule Ball and he figured now at Hogsmeade would be the perfect time to do so. He just hoped no one had asked Cassiopeia to the ball already. He didn’t get very far down the street until suddenly, his face was hit with a cold sensation. He instantly stopped in his tracks, trying to process what had just happened. All he could feel was a cold dampness on his face and something in his hair.

The fifth year boy used his golden and scarlet Gryffindor scarf which was wrapped around his neck to wipe his face. Then it hit him- he’d been pelted in the face by a snowball. Was he in the middle of a snowball fight? No, it didn’t seem so…. He would’ve known if there was an active snowball fight going on. He wondered how or why he had been hit with the icy ball of snow. Leo then turned to see a very familiar someone failing to hold back a little laughter.

He had been unexpectedly hit in the face with a snowball by Cassiopeia. Leo just stood there, stunned and still trying to figure out what had happened to him. Was this some sort of prank he was the victim of? Such an occurrence wasn’t too uncommon given the playful and trickster nature of the Gryffindor girl. She was a prankster at heart, that was for sure. Shaking his head to get some snow out of his hair and once again wiping his face free of snow, he approached Cassiopeia.

Little did he know he had been the unintended target. “Erm Cassiopeia! Hi!” Leo said as he jogged his way over to the Gryffindor girl and stood near her now. “You know, a little ‘hello’ would’ve sufficed as a greeting,” he chuckled, joking around all in good fun with his friend. “Most normal people do that,” he added with a playful smirk. He then composed himself and ran a hand through his damp brown hair. The snow in it had already melted.

“Well uhh, Cassiopeia… I’m glad I found ya,” he said. “I had an important question I wanted to ask you- if now’s a good time…” he went on. Leo then took a deep breath and made direct eye contact with Cassiopeia. “Cassiopeia? W- would you like to accompany me to the Yule Ball this year?” Leo asked tenderly. His heart pounded in his chest as he awaited her answer.

 

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Robyn Reingold

Gryffindor Prefect

Elliott seemed...different from what he was considering the guy to be. No that he was stereotyping...okay, maybe he was. In his own defense though, Elliotts Slytherin companion was exactly what he had expecting him to be when they had first met as kids. Elliott was the quiet type from what he had noticed here or there, but the Elliott in front of him currently had a kind and friendly demeanor that Robyn was taken aback by. Shaking his head Robyn nodded, "I agree," he said as they began to walk to the tea shop. "I could swear the cold is worse this time around, but in all honesty if it's not Quiddich practice then I'm not outside." He gave a single huff of laughter. "It's not too bad though, better than being in charms class." He glanced back at the Quill shop before proceeding forward, the snow crunching under them.

"So, Elliott," Robyn cleared his throat as they walked. "I've never really spoken to you more than just a few words really," he paused. "I hope you don't take offense to what I'm about to say but you don't have the usual aura that Slytherins do." Gathering his words Robyn continued. "With such a prestigious family name, and an actual title I would have thought you'd take full advantage of that..." He trailed off for a moment before finding the words he wanted to say. "Why don't you? You could easily go around being like you friend, but you don't. So, why?"

Seeing as they've never interacted before Robyn felt that this was the best and only time they'd have to chat. Elliott, the guy everyone talked about but no one ever seemed to see him flaunt his stuff. Even now he could have shrugged Robyn off, made some ridiculous comment, and went about his way. But, he didn't, and instead agreed to grab some tea with him. Robyn hoped that he didn't come across as rude with these types of questions from the get-go, but he didn't know how to beat around the bush. It wasn't his way of doing things, so he decided to go straight for it.

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[Raptorgoat]

Persephone Winterbright

Brisk and Cold, That was how the weather was outside. Not a favorite type of weather for Persephone! Nope! But it wasn’t quite as bad as summertime when she had to be wary of how long, she spent in the sun. In the winter time of course, She could get away with much longer. Luckily! How Lucky was that really! She had no real plans for the upcoming Hogsmeade trip that day! Expect maybe not end up in the Hospital wing this time. That would be real progress! Not to start an unnecessary fight as she tended to when trying to make friends. She spent most of her days just trying to avoid people being afraid of her. Being a half-vampire absolutely sucked sometimes!


It was many times, Persephone had questioned the sorting hat’s decision to place her in Hufflepuff……She didn’t really see it herself and most other students didn’t either but no one had taken the opportunity to really try to get too know her. Most was afraid of her vampire-side. But again, Persephone only tried to act like the vampires from the old movies. She was never going to feed on anyone asking without first.


She was well aware her date of feeding was fast approaching, and she was hoping to get her hands on a blood substitute so she didn’t have to ask anyone. Yeah, that was always more awkward than It needed to be! Persephone was slowly pushing herself up and out of bed that morning. Quickly getting changed into her outfit choice of the day. Adding an extra coat and her house scarf. Before taking a breath to go brave the very cold weather to go find somewhere to grab a meal before probably heading back. She can eat human food too- she eats that most of the time. No need to question it!

It didn’t take long to get through the common room, past the kitchens and on her way towards the popular place of Hogsmeade. She was doing her best to keep to the shadows and to avoid as many other students, as she possibly could. As the closer it gets to the feeding time, her vampire instincts tend to take over in short bursts. She ran her tongue over her teeth briefly as she walked trying to make sure she kept herself a bit distracted. Yeah distracted was good. Shivering a bit in the cold weather, Persephone let out a soft breath as She finally spotted a warm destination in the distance.

“ Finally!” She mused softly.

“ What are you looking at?!” She snapped at a student who had been whispering to another as she walked on by. Baring the fangs for a brief moment. Before storming off quickly before she did something more idiodic!

Grasping her fists together before storming off trying to avoid conflict when she first walked into Hogsmeade. Who knows how long that would actually last year. People were not exactly the most kind to things they don’t understand you know! They aren’t. She let out a breath as she brushed the cold, squishy snow off her body to avoid getting wet or anything. Before pushing her way into The Three Broomsticks.


“ Bloody hell…..it’s cold out” She groaned making sure she found a spot close by the fire with enough distance just in case that triggered any of her very minor light sensitivity. She moved to flop into the chair and glanced over as she saw someone near by.

“ What are you looking at?!”

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MEILIN

RAVENCLAW SIXTH YEAR.

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HOGSMEADE

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HOGSMEADE TRIP.

Meilin would never assume winter to be kind, but neither would he assume winter to be cruel. A festive blanket that settles both a cold and pale emptiness, the effervescent outside deters him not.

Flocks determined through Hogsmeade, swathed in layers.

Yet woe, Meilin had an air of gloom. Nothing calamitous, nothing over snow-damp streets or wake of slush that has been mashed wet and flat under tendering students. Nothing over how needling memories are a revenant immune to the exorcism of time, and certainly nothing over how ice had melted through the traitorous seams of his shoes.

Because woest of woes, his gorgeous hair was going to get soggy in this winter climate.

But bravely above the woest of all woes, Meilin wanted more books with disturbing diagrams so that he may ogle at them during eerie hours of the night.

It’s unfitting, and certainly, Meilin didn’t belong here. Anyone who’d held a single conversation with Mei or glimpsed the ghastly silt-level trajectory of his grades would know he is not a studious boy. And yet, amid the rows of the Tomes and Scrolls bookstore, he thumbs his way through waxy milk pages with cask-potency interest.

A disjoint, this raving mirth. Within minutes he has stacked fat three aged leather books on the counter and is battling an inner conflict of a fourth, convinced otherwise only at the notion of having to carry them all the way back to Hogwarts.

Wizard killer Quintapeds and their hunger for human flesh (purr), floaty Lethifolds and their penchant for suffocating and digesting the remains (dreamy), and cackling child-eating erklings (relatable).

“Oh,” the collection brings a quizzical arch to the bookkeeper’s brow. “Spooky.”

“There are worse horrors.” The boy is casual to share.

“Like what?”

Meilin knows the answer as he sets the coins on the counter.

“Soup.”

The bookkeeper stares from behind round glasses, blank-eyed at that answer.

Meilin just smiles, nudges the two galleons further over the mahogany in a polite hint that he wants to leave.

They heed it enough to finish the exchange in confused silence.

Meilin has just left the store when they appear to him, almost peripherally. A vague silhouette passing by the background, it’s a seizing, taut like rope hinges ready to recoil and snap into leaks of ribbon.

“AH!” Shrill and sharp, the scream splits Hogsmeade air like a fissure of glass. “Don’t move!”

Hugging the books to himself with one hand and extending the other as if to warn back a feral animal; Meilin is staring as if Aurelian is perched upon a landmine. He looks at the Gryffindor like a small animal that thrums with quaking blood, sizing up a wild carnivore.

“No moving!” The demand bleeds with urgency, grasps at desperation, fear and nightmare. “Not even a blink!” Fallen to a steep edge of alarm, something has cowed Meilin into sudden action.

If it is unease for this stranger, a reputation of bared teeth and hostility that spurs the Ravenclaw, it remains unspoken. For without caution to the weather does Meilin remove his jacket, lay it flat on the snow and stack his new books atop. He straightens and raises his free hand in an L-shape, closes an eye with a tilted head. Lining Aurelian up in whatever phantom box that consumed him so.

There is no warning to the flash of white like a constricted bloom of phosphorescent sun. Once waned does reveal a standing Meilin, nonchalantly fluttering a square back and forth and watching the white coalesce into shapes.

“Aw. Look at you.” The aftertaste could feel mocking, if not for the pleasant emptiness of Meilin’s manner. Mirror-smooth and seemingly vacant of anything, he tiptoes over to Ari with a sunny approach befitting of a keyboard twinkle.

Settles by their side as if there is no risk of danger, that he does not drift closer like a snowflake veering towards fire-born tempest.

Why? Because Meilin is very fucking stupid and has no risk-assesmment skills.

“It’s very nice, murder-esque.” Leaned close to share the polaroid, he scoops words from the regular reservoir, rationed with authenticity and a great deal of perpetual ditzy dreaminess. “I like your eyebrows.”

There should be a word for this, for people that aren’t Meilin’s friends nor a lucky stranger.

Victims might be applicable.

Meilin makes a little shake of the polaroid in silent encouragement to take it.

“Want another?” A grin, he is already raising the polaroid camera again. “Will you smile this time? With lots of scary teeth?”

Quiet wonderings eye the darkness before him, for his skull is too light to make estimations on any level of threat.

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HOGSMEADE.

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Aurelian

The Chef

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Outside Hog's Head

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The Tertiary Sin.

Boiling deep within, a bubbling heat of wrath. Venom seeping through bladed lexicon

December 18th.

Aggression breeds from different emotions: fear, pain, hunger.

Currently, though, snow slowly drifted downwards like powder and Aurelian wanted to fight the dismal gray clouds themselves.

Huffy, he kicked at the offending slush while grumbling, pounding Marilyn Manson in his ears through an ancient gadget known as an “iPod Nano.” Clad in an all black uniform, it was a unique aesthetic that drew the ire of many grizzled wizards and witches for its grunge — attention which, while self-inflicted, were also contributors to his foul mood.

He’d question if these old geezers had ever met a punk fucker before, but considering they were in the middle of who the fuck knows where Scotland, he had to grudgingly come to terms with the fact that no. No they had not ever met a punk fucker before.

Still pissed him off though, they should know better. The sky should know better than to get him cold and wet with snow. He snarled at some third years that looked almost about to throw a snowball in his general direction. “Throw that and you fucking die-”

With a great personality to boot.

Really, the only thing he had going for him was that he was… probably actually quite handsome when he wasn’t currently grimacing or shouting, or looking pissed off which, granted, was almost all of the time but still. An attractive face was an attractive face and it meant that his social life wasn’t completely in the gutter. Pretty privilege currently bent over under the weight of ill tempered malcontent.

He was about to keep trudging through the snow to get a pint of firewhiskey at the Hog’s Head – mean spirited riffraff tended to all drift there, after all – when an order was barked out at him

“No moving!” And to everyone’s surprise, Aurelian didn’t immediately turn and punch the offending fluffy-haired Ravenclaw in his face for daring to bark an order at him. “Not even a blink!”

“The fuck did you do-” The Gryffindor began to snarl at Meilin. A squint of disbelief taking over his features as the idiot began looking at him through… photographer’s lineup? “Hey bitchface you better fucking-”

FLASH.

Aurelian’s head almost immediately jerked back against his will as he blindly swiped at the offending object — immediate reaction to attack before he could be hit.

Blinking out the new black dots that swam in his vision, he finally managed to level a glare at Meilin. “THAT’S IT I’M GON-”

“Awww, look at you.” Traipsing over with the lackadaisical stupidity of not seeing the murderous intent entering hazel ambers. Too close for comfort.
“If you don’t take five steps back, I swear to God”
“It’s very nice, murder-esque.” Picture thrust into Aurelian’s face, object permanence of rage almost immediately subsiding followed by increasing incredulity.
“... What.” Flat, and unimpressed, but lacking any of the raging inferno that was threatening to engulf the rest of the interaction.

“I like your eyebrows.” Continued the Ravenclaw as oblivious as ever.
A blank stare.
“... Thaanksss.” Said like it was almost torturous to pull the word out of him.

What the fuck was even happening anymore.

“Want another? Will you smile this time? With lots of scary teeth?”

Reminded once more of the infuriating aspect of this conversation, there was an immediate resettling back into rage. Yes, that was much better. “The fuck you just say to me? My teeth are NOT-”

Another blinding flash sent Aurelian’s thoughts into disruption once more, captured at the exact moment that the growl had to show shockingly straight white teeth in the snarl of him about to deck someone across the face, Meilin had once more barely dodged the Gryffindor’s wrath through psychological warfare.

He was once more blinking dots out of his vision in a moment of stunned silence.

What was even HAPPENING right now.

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