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[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]- This is a Harry Potter verse story. It involves SOME canon characters however they are NPCs. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]- It is set in 2009. No cursed child at least yet. Stray as much as possible from including canon characters please.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]- As it is an undocumented page in Hogwarts history so feel free to add your own uprising quidditch teams, wizard bands, sweet treats, broom models and any other trends. They have to be properly documented[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] before[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] you put them in any posts!!!!![/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]- We have tweaked the universe ever so slightly, please read the prohibited spell list as well as the list of spells we decided not to include. Feel free to add to the spell list, make the names fun and creative. BUT DOCUMENT THEM PROPERLY BEFORE USE.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]When posting include your location at the top of your post in [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Bold or underlined.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] When switching locations make it clear by putting >>> between the two locations like so. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The Great Hall >>> Potions Classroom [/SIZE]

 

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Hogwarts Express>>>Great Hall>>>Courtyard





[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The train to Hogwarts had been gruelling for the Hogwarts students, the cold weather had started earlier this year and heavy rain had pelted the windows of the carriages, drowning out conversations and lulling students into various forms of exhaustion, with neither the dim lighting and gentle warmth of the carriages helping the students stay awake. So the moment the train had pulled into the station, the students forced out into cold and roaring rain, to be pulled on the horseless carriages to the great hall. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Thankfully they had soon enough been piled into the Great Hall, the great fires and the stone walls warming and drying the disgruntled students, all slowly warming and cheering up as the spirit of Hogwarts slowly seeps back into them. The excitement of seeing the first years all sorted into their respective houses, each table cheering as they gained new students, even the anticipation of the feast was enough to cheer up the once cold students.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Once all of the students had been sorted, Professor, and Headmaster McGonagall stepped forward to the podium, waiting for silence to fall before speaking, [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Welcome, to another year at Hogwarts. Congratulations to all first year students on being sorted into your houses, I wish you the best of luck for the coming year and hope that you can bring pride to your new families.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]She’d took a moment to pause, cleared her throat to ensure she had the full attention of all the students “[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]This year we will be expecting the same hard work as every year. We are not here to slack off. Although this year there will be a certainly more entertainment brought to the walls of our school[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]As she paused once more, a smile broke to the corners of her lips barely even noticeable to the crowds, low murmurs had broke out among the students, whispers and excited voices echoing from the great walls “[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]This year, we are proud to announce that Hogwarts will be hosting the 127th Triwizard tournament. For those who don’t know the Triwizard Tournament is an inter-school competition in collaboration with both Durmstrang Institute and Beauxbatons Academy of Magic[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Her voice had already began to fight with the excited cheers of older students, raising her hands to silence the chatter before continuing “[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]T[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]his is not a competition for the weak of heart. It will test participants above and beyond in their skills and wits. For the Victor, the triumph and glory will guide them through adulthood. In the words of my predecessor; Eternal glory awaits the students who complete the tasks. As it will not be an easy feat, the tournament will only be open to students who are 16 and older. And we discourage younger years from even attempting to enter, the cup will have enchantments to prevent cheating and underage entries.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]” [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The feast had been twice as loud and joyful as before, with the promise of the Tournament and the Yule Ball the feast couldn’t seem to end quick enough for the students to leave, the fifth years and above all being held behind, the students loudly followed behind their headmaster as they are led to the courtyard. The dark skies no longer raining but instead hanging grey clouds above them. The usually empty courtyard now home to a rather large blue carriage, accompanied by a dozen winged horses. The door had swung open and a giant of a woman crouching to exit, her dark eyes looking around to the Hogwarts students as McGonagall steps forward to greet her, the two seemingly getting along as they talk, the light voices cut off as a man clad in rich reds and thick furs leads bands of students behind him, bowing to McGonagall before she had turned around to address the entire of the gathered crowd. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]This is an informal welcome to our opposing schools. Whilst we host the Tournament Hogwarts will be the home to Durmstrang and Beauxbaton students, they will share your classes, your feasts, and for some even your dormitories. Tomorrow there will be a formal introduction at the great feast where we will introduce both schools to the rest of our school, and all three will perform the opening ceremonies which will mark the beginning of the Tournament[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The moment she had finished the Headmasters and teachers from each schools had begun to intermingle, speaking to one another and occasionally glancing to their students. The students of the two guest schools had already been told which houses they were paired with, but that didn’t stop the respective teachers from feeling weary over their students.[/SIZE]

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

Beaubeaton Carriage>>>Great Hall>>>>Courtyard 


Baptiste sat uncomfortably in the carriage headed with other Beauxbatons students to Hogwarts. It was strange heading back there, especially as a representative of a rival, however friendly, school. He had people there he knew, he hadn't seen for a couple of years with only very little contact by owl. He feared a little on their reaction of his lack contact, he would have had it otherwise if he could but family pressure prevented otherwise. Part of he thought it would not be as bad as he thought, he would come back and be welcomed though the other he thought he would be shunned or ganged upon. In truth he did not know what to think.


To look at him though you would never see that worry, he seemed to be listening quietly with interest to the other conversation going on around him. His standard small smile in his face as he looked at each boy and girl in here, ocassionally chiming in with his joke or comment but never truly taking part with the conversation. Some people there were excited about the prospect of the triwizard tournament, other were commented about the bad showing the previous tournament and with things as that were during that time that it was an unfair loss on them. Or that hogwarts were cheaters, that they unfairly helped the Harry potter hero or the fact he was let in at all considering the minimal age. Baptiste just chuckled it off, any excuse for Beaubaton not to lose some pride these student will find it. 


The soon arrived and he and the other students were lead to the Great Hall. Baptiste couldn't help feel a sense of nostalgia at being back seeing the castle, walking through the halls and studying or eating in the great Hall.  Memories of years past floating back to him both of the greatest of fun and an acts once though awesome, now with hindsight was the most embarrassing.  The hall was as warm and inviting as ever and he almost instinctively to the slytherin table instead of waiting to be placed. The food was just wonderful though some of his fellow students weren't eating out of spite. He looked around seeing if he saw anyone he knew but could see no one in the mass of people. Soon though he was lead out and was given the greeting by Professor McGonigall and was given a house. Good old Slytherin. 

 

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Vivienne stood shivering slightly in the dim light of the courtyard, standing on her tiptoes to try and catch a glimpse of the other students, she knew various people from the other schools but whether they would of wanted to partake in the tournament was unknown to her, so she searched the crowds, half listening to her friends babble on about the feast or how they were going to submit their name to the cup tomorrow. Despite being a Slytherin, Vivienne surround herself with friends all from different houses, the Hufflepuff currently rambling was Ezra, one of her closest friends at Hogwarts. She'd met him in their first year and they'd been friends ever since, although they didn't always see eye to eye she still loved him unconditionally, even is he continuously waved his arms as he spoke, knocking into her as she tried to search for people she may know. 


She was excited for the Tournament no doubt about it, if she could pull off even just being a participant and balancing it with her studies and extra curricular would prove something to herself about her abilities, and maybe show her parents that she can succeed at Hogwarts. But she was most excited for the yule ball, since the last Triwizard she'd been living off of rumors and stories of the ball, and to have the chance to actually attend it seemed incredible. Even though she could almost feel the ideas of spiking the punch. 


"Baptiste!" She called out the moment she set eyes on the Beauxbatons students with the familiar dark hair and thick framed glasses, Vivienne waving to her friends before pushing her way through the crowd to meet him, grinning uncontrollably as she eventually reaches him "I should have known you'd be here" She tells him, speaking fondly as she wraps an arm around him in greeting. 


@ThatGuyWithSouvlaki

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

Baptiste smiled widely when he heard his name called out and turned to see the fimilliar pretty red hair and piercing green eyes. He was briefly toned between a feeling of excitement of seeing her again and dread on how she will react to him, so much so that he couldn't move. And than to his surprise and relief she hugged him and after a moment processing, he did so back enjoying it. 


"Mon Dieu, Vivie!" He said finally pulling away from the hug to look at her properly. "You look incroyable, it has been too long.' He said to the closest friend he had the last time he was her and the main person he was worried and excited to see. The relationship may have started of rocky but slowly and a discovery of a similar home life brought them close. Very close at least from his side of things. 


@wichtlein

 

[Malachitea]

Durmstrang Ship>>>Courtyard>>>Great Hall


Kazimir Vasilyevich wasn't very fond of ships and he was even less fond of being on one that was against International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy, although he assumed everyone just turned a blind eye since he was sure Durmstrang used the same manner of transportation during the last game held at Hogwarts. Still years of growing up with his governing official father had him weary of doing anything that could potentially bring shame on his campaign.


To keep his nerves down he began to draw his younger sister, already at seven she was beautiful with large dark eyes and flaming red hair and a smile that could brighten anyone's day, she truly was the jewel of the Vasilyevich family. He secretly was upset about how old she was getting it was around that age his younger brother realized that Kazimir was a bastard and began to treat him as such. Kazimir sighed and steered away from those depressing thoughts and instead began to think about the upcoming year at Hogwarts, his father didn't know much about Hogwarts and his fellow students relied more on rumors than anything, he really only knew the basics. Hogwarts had four houses, Gryffindor where the famous saviour came from, Slytherin where Voldemort stayed at, Ravencrow? And Huffington? Okay so maybe he knew less than he thought. 


Suddenly the ship stopped and rocked causing his stomach to churn in protest and he knew that they had arrived. They left the ship and stomped into the courtyard almost as if they were one organism, he knew the whole charade was meant to intimidate any future competitors and kept his face passive even as his eyes landed from one thing to another; he never seen so many people before in his life and felt a bit overwhelmed. 


He was assigned to Slytherin and he couldn't help but think of what his father would think if he found out that his awkward bastard was placed in the same house as one of the most evil men in history. He took a seat with the teens dressed in green and black a few of them openly stared at him but he didn't look back, he knew that he appeared like some snob but he didn't know how to act in this strange school, so he picked at his food and silently wished he hadn't come.  

 

[Veelen]

Great Hall >> Courtyard

Thomas draped over Erza's shoulder, breathing down his ear the entire ceremony. He was getting dirty looks from his own house prefects but he chose to ignore them. Instead making his current goal the annoyance of the other boy. Each time a Hufflepuff student got elected he would break out into a loud roar followed by a celebratory clap. He could feel the other boy's annoyance grow with each minute but it was a harmless teasing. Soon after the ceremony he was cautioned and told to come back to his own seat. With a groan he moved but from his own place he kept exchanging glances with the other with casual winking and kiss blowing. It had a few people shaking heads and certainly confused its share of the hall.


After the announcement was made he had made up his mind immediately. He would certainly apply for the tournament, even just for the laughs. He was thankful he was within the age limit if only just about. It would be a shame to miss out on this opportunity, since it was once in a lifetime. 
 


When the other two schools arrived he was amongst the students who were staring in awe at the magnificent travel vessels. He was, of course, stood together with Erza as always draped over his shoulder. There was  an evil tingling in his fingers. So many new people, not only freshers but also foreigners. So many new victims to prank. His nature was overjoyed with the possibilities. He exchanged a knowing glance with Erza. He knew the boy was about as evil as himself when it came to keeping themselves occupied. It was honestly a miracle he was a Hufflepuff. 

 

[Asua]

Great Hall >>> Courtyard >>> Great Hall


Jane pushed her way through the crowd that was flowing from the great hall to the courtyard, all the while looking around for any of her friends from the other houses at Hogwarts. She had already caught up with her Gryfindor friends although she had many friends in Slytherin and a few in Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. The moment Jane stepped out of the Great Hall, the warmth seemed to dissapear and the cold night swept over her, causing her to shiver. Jane watched over the heads of the other students the giant Dumstrang ship emerged from the Hogwarts river. It moved so smoothly, as if the ship and the water were one. 


After a few moments, Jane made her way back into the Great Hall, having failed to spot anyone she knew. Then suddenly her eyes fell on someone she knew. It was Kazamir Vasilyevich from Dumstrang. She smiled as she walked towards him. Jane had known Kazamir since she was a child as he too came from an old and proud wizarding family, although his family lacked the dark history and the number of Death Eater's Jane's family had.


Jane took a deep breath before coming to a halt only a few steps from Kazamir "Kazamir?" She spoke to get his attention.


@Mikaera

 

[Malachitea]

Great Hall


Kazimir was still picking at his food mind elsewhere when he heard his name and his head snapped up to meet the gaze of a pretty readhead.


"Jane?" He asked in slight wonderment. He hadn't seen her since fourth year when his father decided it would be best if he didn't interact with any of his political allies after what occurred early that year. Jane and him weren't the best of friends, Kazimir wasn't sure if they were even friends, but ever since they were five years old they would be thrown together along with the other smaller children of the aristocrats and forced to play among each other. Jane's company was one he preferred the most she knew how to be quite and she loved books and they spent many hours together in companionable silence, she reading and him drawing. He had completely forgotten she went to Hogwarts.


@SuperSpice        

 

[SeratheUnicorn]

Durmstrang Ship>>Courtyard>>Great Hall


Sylvia glanced up from her book into the waters outside for what must be the 1000th time. She just couldn't concentrate! She was so excited, and on edge because of that. The water hadn't changed much, just showing the water growing steadily darker and a variety of sea creatures flashing past. She had slipped into this little room, away from the excited chattering of everyone else, and removed the enchantments on the window, so she could see what was actually outside, instead of some coral reef.


She glanced back to her book, and her heart leapt when she realised she couldn't quite see the words. She flicker her wand, casting a nonverbal Lumos and smiled as light emerged from her wand tip. She had been working on some simple non verbal spells, but she was still struggling with the more complex ones. Really, she wanted to learn a Patronus. That was something that could come in real handy. 


A little while later, the waters were lightening as they rose to the surface. She recoiled slightly as a huge tentacle whipped past the window, but then the boat was at the surface. She got up, smiling, and followed the -mostly- chattering cloud over to a big courtyard. There were so many students there! She smiled slightly, in awe of the magnificent castle. It was huge! Much bigger than Durmstrang, that's for sure. 


She he didn't know any of the assembled students on sight, although some of them were probably distant relatives or something. She headed over to a strict looking teacher, who sent them all over to different tables. She nodded, and headed over to the quieter table in blue. She pulled off her warm robes, as it was really warm in here. She looked around at the enchanted ceiling and floating torches and gold plates and things in shock. It was amazing!

 

[Harmonic Chaos]

Robert Daniel Vairent, The Care of Magical Creatures Nutty.


The pupilless kailoscope of color glared intently at her prey. Deciding which horryfic death she would bestow to it. To impale, to crack or to incinerate, that is the question.


Her prey , surpsingly, wasn't cowering in fear or rearing to fight. Nonono, he jumping with joy trying to identify the beast.


"It has the eyes of the well, Antipodean Opaleye but the horn of well, the Romain Longhorn. Huh, all dragon names are where their found then something intersting about them. How I have I never..." His musings were cut sort by a current of flame engulfing him. Instead of incerating him, the bull-like fire knocked him off the cliff, he only now realised he was standing on, and into a crash cource with an clouldy, but clean, lake


Thud! And Robert fell, off not a clif, but a hogwarts carriage, and not into a pit of dream water, but onto the cold muddy banks of reality. Both literally and figuratively.


 "Hasn't been a day and I've gone and mucked up my fancy new robes." An irritated moan espaped his lips but otherwise he stayed silent . "Bigby is going to love this, oh yeah... Well goodbye 10 gallons." With that thought he decided to help himself and glare at his carriage-mates, who where trying stifle their laughter, and after smiling a bit himself he set off with his familiars to begin the final chapter to his Hogwarts student life.


Carriage Landing Site >>> Great Hall


He did consider scrougiyfing the mud off but decied agaist it. Someone had to set the apportate standard of behavouir to all the cute little first years after all, plus he probably would of 'cleaned' the dye off if he tried.


He spent most of the of the walk scowling at Augusta, a greenish-black mournful-looking bird that, unlike the majourity of his specise (Augurey), resembled an rather plump vulture. Augusta, who had only just began to let out it's sepcies signuture low and throbing cry, was flying overhead basking in the chilling rain.


"Some weather forecaster you are. Note to self, Augureies are ment to stay thin." Irked by his pet's unreliability he decided to vent his fustrations by practicing some curses for Defense, not on Augusta of cource, he was still very found of her. The ground didn't share that privilege.


Great Hall >>> Courtyard


[SIZE=14.6667px]"This year, we are proud to announce that Hogwarts will be hosting the 127th Triwizard tournament."[/SIZE]


Time seemed to slow for Robert. He was actulely aware of his sourondings, The spoon falling from his grasp, the cheers from the srounding students and there was even a mundune mouse under the head table. But none of that mattered, Headmaster McGonagol's words echoed in his head, each time louder the last. He rembered the last tournament, he was too young to enter but he heard stories about it, which made him read up on more stories about it, and all of these stories had a ton of magical creatures in them. Bigby Beware.


His mind sped up back up to the present when he realised the students where leaving to greet their quests. He, out of common courtesy, decided to follow. When he saw the giant winged horses, he forgot all about common courtesy. And decided to indiscriminately push through all who stood in his way with his Crup, Rex, following behind. He was rightfully gaining shouts of  "Watch were your going!" and "Idoit!" though injustly gaining quite glares, come on european wizarding students. Be more severe agaist this man's misdeeds! Hex him! Curse him!! And feed him to the muggles!!! Show him no mercy!!!!!


Robert was somwhat winded when he arrived in front of the great beasts and only half-noticed the literall giant of a woman approching him.

 

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Vivienne 


"Too long!" She repeats, glancing to the floor as she blushes, tucking her hair behind her ear before speaking again "It's so lovely to see you again! I wish we could have stayed in touch more but life gets in the way. Do you know what house you're paired with?" She asks him, glancing back occasionally to make sure that the boys were behaving themselves. They had a tendency to attract trouble the moment she turned her back to them and with new students flooding their school she could almost feel them planning to mess around. Still she put her acute paranoia to the back of her mind, placing her full attention to Baptiste "I'm guessing you'll be putting your name in the cup?" She asks, although she knew the answer. Baptiste had a competitive side, and she'd seen it many times before. Although never in an example as important as this, regardless she was excited to have him back here, and to maybe even see her friends compete. 


@ThatGuyWithSouvlaki

 

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Ezra 


The moment the words 'Triwizard Tournament' had been spoken, Ezra's mind had been racing. He desperately wanted this, to be a champion would mean his mum wouldn't have to worry about working, she wouldn't be dealing with any customers who were suspiciously interested in known dark artifacts and recipes even his Aunt wouldn't of given to those kind of people. He could sleep knowing she would be safe and worry free. So he instantly started to psych himself up for the tournament, eating in an excited daze. It wasn't until they were in the cold air of the courtyard that he snapped form his daze, clinging to Vivienne as he rambled about the tournament "...Just think Vi, we get to be a part of one of the biggest tournaments in the wizarding world! And the other schools! Durmstrang boys have reputations and I am..." He spoke in effortless rambles, barely pausing for breath as he did, instead he carried on speaking, waving his hands erratically, occasionally stopping to apologise to people his hands waved into, mostly they were colliding with Thomas, the Ravenclaw currently draped around his shoulders. The two close, having shared a brief romance a year before, apart but still close friends. The look they exchanged a knowing part of the new people they could prank, although perhaps only on Ezra's behalf a possibility of new relationships.  "Tommy, you going to be putting your name in the cup?" Ezra asks, half listening for an answer as he shifted under the weight of the boy currently draped across his shoulders. With his height, Ezra could see over the crowds ,searching for a flash of orange hair until he sees the friend he thought they'd lost to the masses, but no she stood talking to a tall boy, the elegant blue of his uniform showing he's from Beauxbatons. "Vi has European friends?" He asks with a slight scoff.  


@Veelen

 

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Madame Maxime 


"Excuse me!" The shrill voice of Madame Maxime calls out towards the dark haired boy currently crowding the winged horses "Just what do you think you are doing boy?" She waves her arms as she speaks, gesturing to the horses in mild offence, as though he had set out to personally attack her by running to the horses "Where is your headmaster? Who is responsible for you?" She asks loudly, her voice tilting with her accent "Hogwarts students, no civility or manners" She mutters to herself as she moves to usher the boy from the horses. 

 

[Veelen]

Courtyard >>> Great Hall


Thomas was going to put his name into the cup, of course. There was no doubt that he would try to enter the competition. And if by chance he got in he would most likely just cause mayhem. Not all that bothered about eternal glory he wasn't about to join the 127 champions. He was about to join the few who made the competitions of their time truly memorable. 


- Shes a bloody pureblood princess, of course she has friends everywhere - Thomas groaned out into Erza's shoulder. They were rather inseparable lately, ever since they got into trouble for doodling on some portraits in the left wing. Tom enjoyed the older boy's company, even if they were no longer involved he somewhat felt as though they were soulmates. A duo. For life. Not romantically. 


He whistled at the Slytherin redhead, grabbing her attention. When her head was facing his direction he shouted loud enough for half the courtyard to hear.


- Ey Viv! Enjoying your Randevu with French boys already Ulala so influential - 
He knew that would get her blood pumping. Laughing out loud at her reaction he began pulling Erza towards the great hall to take a seat. 

 

[Harmonic Chaos]

Madame Maxime 


"Excuse me!" The shrill voice of Madame Maxime calls out towards the dark haired boy currently crowding the winged horses "Just what do you think you are doing boy?" She waves her arms as she speaks, gesturing to the horses in mild offence, as though he had set out to personally attack her by running to the horses "Where is your headmaster? Who is responsible for you?" She asks loudly, her voice tilting with her accent "Hogwarts students, no civility or manners" She mutters to herself as she moves to usher the boy from the horses. 

Robert Daniel Vairent, The Care of Magical Creatures Nutty.


Courtyard


"Ahh there beuatiful aren't they." He was dreamily ignoring the context of Olympe's words. "A dozen Abrax-"


The male cry of  "Ey Viv! Enjoying your Randevu with French boys already Ulala so influential" cut him off mid sentence and caused him to look back with a tiny bit of spite. He was ment to be the dramtic one here! (That's just him being a bit egotstical.)


"Anyways," he turned to Maxime "are you in charge of them? Because if so, you have done a fine job at rasing them."

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

Vivienne 


"Too long!" She repeats, glancing to the floor as she blushes, tucking her hair behind her ear before speaking again "It's so lovely to see you again! I wish we could have stayed in touch more but life gets in the way. Do you know what house you're paired with?" She asks him, glancing back occasionally to make sure that the boys were behaving themselves. They had a tendency to attract trouble the moment she turned her back to them and with new students flooding their school she could almost feel them planning to mess around. Still she put her acute paranoia to the back of her mind, placing her full attention to Baptiste "I'm guessing you'll be putting your name in the cup?" She asks, although she knew the answer. Baptiste had a competitive side, and she'd seen it many times before. Although never in an example as important as this, regardless she was excited to have him back here, and to maybe even see her friends compete. 


@ThatGuyWithSouvlaki

Baptiste winched at the comment on not staying in touch. " You are being to kind... i should have tried harder to get in contact. I am sorry, Vivie." He said not seeing himself continue without getting an apology out of his system. "Family though you know." He said before trying to change the subject back to Vivienne''s question. " Oh and I am back ad the Slytherin where I belong. Where the greatest of us lie."he said with a chuckle and nodded when asked if he would join. "You know me, I... how you say. .. Wouldn't miss it for the world? Somebody need to humble you. You strut about like you own the place too much while I was gone." He said joining in to the gooday old banter between them before chuckling again when he heard another boy call for Vivienne. "You have new boyfriend now? So protective."

 

[Asua]

Jane looked down at the boy, or should she say, man in front of her, as in the Wizarding world you came of age at seventeen. He had a rather fair complexion with sea blue eyes and messy brown hair. "How long has it been?" Jane said in wonderment, she had completely forgotten that Kazimir went to Dumstrang. Before he could answer Jane spoke again "You're here for Twiwizard Tournament, are you going to enter?" She asked, excitement filling her. The whole ordeal was exciting, she had always wanted to go the Yule ball, not alone of course, someone would have to ask her and the Tournament was something she had considered entering as she felt her knowleedge of spells and other magic was sufficent, but the danger and past deaths in the tournament scared her.


@Mikaera

 

[Malachitea]

Kazimir stared up into her excited blue eyes and gave a slow nod "I do plan on entering it vould be an honor to be chosen. Vot about you?" He asked diplomatically. He was excited to an extent, the near deaths experiences he would no doubt be put though if chosen didn't thrill him, more like filled with apprehension. He needed this chance to prove himself but if he didn't get chosen or he did and failed it would just be another reason for his family to mock him. 


He stood up and gave her a small but genuine smile.  "It has been three years and zey have treated you kindly."  Kazimir complemented and it was true she had grown into a very beautiful women. "How have you been?"


@SuperSpice

 

[wichtlein]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Ezra[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]He rolls his eyes as Thomas shouts out to Vivienne, stifling a laugh as he does “[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]She's going to murder you for that[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]” as she turns he gives her a large wave that is cut off by the pull of his sleeve as he follows after Thomas “[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]Are you sitting with us Hufflepuffs again[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]?” He asks, hardly even expecting an answer as they trample into the great hall, the usually Black Sea of Hogwarts robes now a mix of deep reds with thick furs, and light blues shimmering under the candle light. To think that most of these students will be placing their name in the cup that if he chooses to, he'll be up against all of these people. Even his friends. Not that it mattered of course, he was still as excited for the school year ahead regardless. Plus who their champion was didn't matter it was who won. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Throwing himself onto the bench he sighs loudly, glancing around and watching a conversation between Nearly Headless Nick and a Durmstrang student who had nearly walked through him. It was admittedly rather bemusing to see this stoic institute boy apologise to a ghost who was clearly trying not to laugh. “[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]You know, it’s going to be interesting as fuck this year. Just wait until the exchange kids are meeting Professor Helbore or Professor Littera[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]” He chuckles, nudging Tommy with his elbow [/SIZE]


@Veelen


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Vivienne [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]Oh no! It's hardly your fault Baptiste. If anything it'll be my fault, I've been so busy lately I've been letting everything slip through the cracks. I even forgot my Great Aunts birthday![/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]” She giggles and shakes her head at his apology, feeling almost guilty for bringing it up. [/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]“It's great you're in Slytherin! That means you can at least suffer through Potions with me! It's going to be a fun year with you around[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]” She tells him, grinning broadly before hearing the shout, turning to glare at her friends, namely Thomas. Although she felt the corners of her mouth twitch, as infuriating as the comment was it felt familiar and almost nostalgic to be teased by him again, but still forced herself to look stern as the two walked onwards, turning back to Baptiste and shaking her head apologetically “[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]Unfortunately they're my friends[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]” Laughing slightly as she speaks she glances back to the space they were in “[/SIZE][SIZE= 14.6667px]Come on let's go sit inside, the Slytherin table has been sorely lacking your presence[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]” @ThatGuyWithSouvlaki[/SIZE]

 

[Veelen]

The Great Hall


Tommy's chosen place was of course the Hufflepuff table. It became his in their third year and until now people HAVE tried to stop him from claiming it... But ultimately failed to keep him away. Like a Tom cat he always came back to the spot he chose for himself. He wasn't looking around just yet, he wouldnt look for victims till later. Right now he might come off as rude or inconsiderate and be blacklisted by the interesting people. So he kept his eyes on Viv right now. Oh how he enjoyed vexing the girl. She was clearly going to hex his head off next time they were alone but it was well worth for the reaction she provided. 
He turned to the chuckling Erza with a smirk of his own.
" I doubt they'll last with Helbore but Littera on the other hand... the hag probably won't notice that there are any new students in the class. She will probably go on about hating the french as per usual" he laughed. 


The hall was begging to fill and teachers were slowly taking their places at the table. Professor Littera already filling her cup with apple wine, Professor Biggby entertaining the few Durmstrang assistants that came with the school to look after their pupils. As Thomas was engaged in a heated conversation about the tournament with a 2nd year Hufflepuff he felt a tap on his back. He turned to see the smiling face of Professor Bleamey.
" I didn't realise you were now a part of Hufflepuff house, Mr. Abbot. Should I have been notified" He joked half seriously as a small blush crept along Tommy's spine to his ears. He muttered an apology and started to move his space back to the Ravenclaw table as the Professor and his radiating smile made their way to the teacher's table. 


@wichtlein

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

"Let's just say its both our faults and leave it there." He said as he listened to want she said feeling better now about his absence."pardonner et oublier, forgive and forget. Otherwise we both have to face both alone and hating each other and potions is bad enough if the... Le abruti is still,  a teacher." He said chucklin at the reminder of the potion teacher and the nickname he had given him and was gladdened by the statement that she and the caller were just friend's. "Bien, let go.... So any gossip I should know. You tres belle since last I saw you."

 

[Asua]

Jane smiled as Kazimir spoke, he had a strong Russian accent. "I dont think so" Jane paused "It seems really dangerous" She continued responding to his question about wether she would enter her name in the Twiwizard Tournament. Her thoughts turned to the death of Cedric Digory only years earlier and all the other historical deaths that had happened in the tournament which quite frankly frightened her.


Kazamir suddenly stood up, responding to Jane's other question  "It has been three years and zey have treated you kindly."  He spoke in his strong accent. Jane blushed at complement, touching her cheek  "How have you been?" He went on to ask. "Good" Jane replied "You know how it is, trying to get straight O's on my test's and all that" She paused "So, how have you been?" Jane asked, shuffling her feet slightly.


@Mikaera

 

[Malachitea]

Kazamir nodded it was dangerous and frankly he was still so surprised that they were going to do it at Hogwarts but he supposes that in order to heal the damage done between the schools during '94 it was needed. He brushed his hair away from his face in annoyance, he really needed to get it cut.


"I'm sure you'll do fine, you have alvays been the more studious one out of us." He said and it was true while he was smart he didn't really enjoy school and when his passion wasn't into something he didn't overachieve. 


"I've been vell." He answered her question with a small lie thinking of all the things that had taken place since he had seen her last. " A bit nervous being here and not knoving much about Hogvarts."  Out of the corner of his of his eye he sees a platinum haired blond boy draped over another attractive boy with honey colored curls and frowns in confusion were they not afraid they would be known as гомосексуа́льный, as homosexuals?


@SuperSpice

 

[wichtlein]

Ezra
He snorts a laugh “Oh I don't know, remember that time when Vi said she’d thrown a box of Bertie Botts at a first year for not knowing her name” Ezra grins glancing to Thomas, following his gaze over to the table where the teachers were seated, glancing at Littera and watching as she downed her first cup. Stifling a small laugh as they watch her, slowly he turned his attention to the other teachers, glancing towards Professor Selander, the man apparently reminiscing with one of the older Durmstrang teachers, or as Professors Ambrose and Mattias stood gathered with Beauxbaton professors. It was odd how much they resembled students when introduced to others like they were. Gathering in groups and awkwardly interacting until they became familiar. It isn't until he hears the voice of Professor Belamey sound from behind him, that he looks away. Watching as he tries to send Thomas back to the Ravenclaws. But his friend unusually non defiant steps away, and as he walks away Ezra cracks a smile. stifling a laugh as he notices Thomas's cheeks burn, watching his friend defeated as he walks back to the Ravenclaw table. Sighing with the absence of Thomas he glances around the hall, looking to see if he could find Vi but he instead noticed a dark haired student, wrapped in the deep reds and furs of Durmstrang, Ezra feels himself staring and forced himself to look away, speaking to the boys he shared a room with. But he could feel himself daring to look back every now and then. 


@Veelen


Vivienne 
“Gossip? Hardly anything this year. Ezra was telling me on the train how Angelica Roman in the year above got removed from several classes because Helbore complained about her attitude. But that's just a rumour that goes around every year. Besides every one knows she got removed from classes because she's transferring schools” Vivienne tells him with a soft smile, walking besides him and thanking fate that the candle light hid the colour in her cheeks “Baptiste you're too sweet, you're looking rather dashing yourself” she replies as they step inside the great hall, watching as Thomas skulks past them. Vivienne laughing as she pulls Baptiste towards the Slytherin tables, sitting down and scooting over for Baptiste, introducing him to some of the Slytherins sat around her. All giving him a warm welcome.


@ThatGuyWithSouvlaki


Madame Maxime 


“Do not be ridiculous step away-” Her words had been cut off by the shout of yet another Hogwarts student. She'd hardly expected the English students to be so rowdy. Although that is tone expected of the English. But as he’d complimented her it l didn’t go entirely unnoticed. In fact she'd rather appreciated the comment. It was true the creatures were stunning and she had worked hard to care for such difficult beasts although she will admit business and lack of time had required that they be cared for by the Beauxbaton groundskeeper who had not travelled alongside them. “Uh thank you, child. But please do step away. They have been travelling long and I wish them to be well rested. Without sleep their coat lacks radiance” She’d told him, eyeing him with a slight suspicion. It being odd for students to even comment on the beasts let alone sprint towards them. 


@Harmonic Chaos