Fandom Reverberations. {HP RP - Closed}.

[Kassandra Rose]

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The corridors of Hogwarts had lost their magic - ironic, really, since it was a school for Witches and Wizards, or at least it had been. Nowadays, it was used for persecution and the Dark Arts. It had become a juvenile prison, where one went to indoctrinated or much worse. Personally, Mia Avery could only be thankful. Her and her brother we're lucky, being born of pureblood and to a loyal Deatheater family. They were valued, praised even. Although this often got to Tom's head, Mia always tried to remind herself that it wasn't an achievement. It could've been her.

It was all simply a matter of luck - the birth lottery.

It wasn't hard for one to remind them self of their privileges, or even to feel sickened by them. Like now, for example, in the Great Hall for welcoming dinner. At the front was a single child, a first year.
She was on her knees, cowering, sobbing even. It was her first day, and she'd already learned the effects of the cruciatus curse. The new Gryffindor child already knew her place. Milena flinched, but kept her eyes to the front. If you looked away, they would know. It showed weakness, it suggested that you didn't support him, and they wouldn't hesistate to punish you too.

Zachariah Tumas had been an example of that. Milena had been in his potions class, a couple of years back. He'd been a good-hearted Hufflepuff, shy too, if not a little mute at the best of times. Rumour had it, back when DADA still existed, he couldn't even bare to see harm to petty insects. It was understandable, then, that he hadn't lasted long in this regime.

It had happened, during one of the first meals back, quite like this one, when typically a young boy was cut. It was a little bloody, one had to give him that, but that was to be expected nowadays. Zach couldn't cope though, he couldn't handle it. The Hufflepuff boy was sick, spewed all over the table, and the next day it was him. Funny enough, he was a half-blood. His blood had value, more so than most others, and yet his poor heart couldn't handle the curse. He died where he stood.

A wasted life, like many others and many to come.

Mia wouldn't let herself be one of them. Therefore, when they were dismissed, and the meal came to an end, she left silently and solemnly with her head held high. It was a tradition, of course, to wait for Briar and Alicia down by the Black Lake, one that they hadn't yet broken. So, discreetly, as she left, she broke off from the main stream of people, and tiptoed down the corridor.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Fucker.

Thomas Avery stood with a smug smirk plastered on his face. Boy did he have his sister now, and boy was she was in trouble. His Slytherin headboy badge glimmered in the poor moonlight, and his eyes shone with bad intent. Milena turned slowly, before faking a cute smile. It was the same one she'd used as a child. He wondered how she hadn't realised by now that it didn't work.

"Hi, Tommy," her voice was already pleading, and although it satisfied him, he couldn't sympathise with her. "I'm off to fetch Meepers. I left him outside and he hadn't returned before dinner". Meepers was their family cat, named after the strang meep noise it made. It was an old pathetic thing, that Tom believed should've been put down a long time ago. It's white fur was turning grey, and it was often chased by mice. She was lying though, and if the cat was really gone then good riddance in his opinion.

"Just leave it till the morning, you know curfew is at nine," his voice was montonous, and his face placid. He couldn't ever remember it being otherwise. "And I'll have to report this, by the way. I'm sure your fiancé will approve of that".

Mia snorted, though he couldn't imagine what she found funny. A woman came second to her husband now, second to her brother and certainly her father. She really ought to have more respect, and he would be putting these thoughts forward. "My fiancé," she smiled to herself, still amused at the phantom joke. "I don't have one yet, unfortunately. So, for now, I'm just fine. Besides, it's 8:32".

Thomas glowered.

"Still got twenty eight minutes, Tom".

Shaking his head, he supposed there was little else he could do. Subsequently disappointed, he dismissed her. He'd have to find someone else to torment for the night, or maybe just vent to Rosemarie. It was always a pleasure to speak to her, and she knew the most fascinating facts about students in the school.

Shoes clicking on the floor, the Slytherin head boy made his way to the common room. It was quiet now, must students had scurried straight to bed in fear, or were writing home. Muggleborns weren't allowed them priveleges though, they didn't deserve them. Thomas still didn't understand why they were allowed in Hogwarts, though he supposed that some people needed to fill the undesirable roles in life.

Settling in his armchair by the fire, he waited eagerly for company, wondering what his sister was actually doing. He should've followed her. Then again, she was a little boring, and probably up to nothing interesting. Milena wasn't capable of being interesting.

Little did he know that Mia was in fact now outside, sitting waiting for her company to arrive. Would they even come this year, knowing every year the sanctions would be worse? Well, Alicia was a Gryffindor, so she was surely brave enough, and Briar was definitely cunning enough to pull it off. Then again, she couldn't remember seeing them in the Great Hall.

The only face she'd recognised was Thomas', oh and Samuel Flint too. She was acquainted with him through Alicia, though Merlin knew how they knew each other, and she often teased her by saying he fancied her. She knew it wasn't true. He was a Gryffindor - too bold, attractive and chilvarous for her. She was destined to be with, well, boys like Draco Malfoy - who'd hurt her physically or mentally, and who her parents would approve of.

 

[GunsAndDips]

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Christian Fawley loved Hogwarts.

Perhaps that was an understatement. Ever since he was 11, he has not been able to think of a place he would rather be. He became obsessed with the staircases, the moving pictures, the hidden rooms and the doors that only opened if you tickled the doorknob. It had never become duller as he grew older - no, instead the magic seemed to grow with him. He continued to discover new secrets, and learn new spells and become more, well, wizard.

He'd first started Hogwarts two years before the Second Wizarding War. There were loud whispers of Voldemort around the Slytherin table during meals, tales of his plight to save the pure blooded wizards and to restore the magic that had slowly began to fade with the introduction of muggle customs. He joined Hogwarts when Christmas was still celebrated.

As he walked through the large wooden doors, cloak swishing behind him like he'd got someone 30 metres back to attach a string and pull on it, he felt the magic kiss at his skin and never felt more at home.

It'd only gotten better as the Dark Lord had taken over. His family, after all, were on the right side of the war and followed closely behind Voldemort, even if they weren't the most know supporters. His mother and father had decided to stay back in the war, avoid being targeted, and help in a far more strategic way. They placed their Wizengamot votes to the dark lord's advantage, and slowly broke down the government to ensure that Voldemort's invasion was quick and simple.

He'd always hated Mudbloods. Always.

Looking at the M that donned their robes with disgust, spitting if one got too near to him, and calling out taunting names towards any that dared to look at him, he approached the great hall. Time for a good show, a good show indeed.

 

[GunsAndDips]

After entering the hall, and taking his seat among the other 5th year Slytherins, Christian prepared himself for the amazing show.

The torturing at the welcome feast was something he always took sick pleasure in. Watching the faces of mudbloods contort with pain at the affliction of the curse lit a fire in his blood. Perhaps, just perhaps, he would apply for a job at Hogwarts in a few years time just for the hope that he'd be able to throw the curse. Despite the torturing happening everyday, the welcoming feast was always far better. It wasn't a punishment when it was the welcoming feast - well it was, but a punishment for the impure blood not because of misbehaviour. This sick approach was something that Christian had always enjoyed.

He was extremely thankful that Voldemort had taken over, and relished that he was taught the dark arts. The darker side of his soul was efficiently itched with these lessons, although he did hope that one day he'd get to kill a traitor.

After eating quietly, ignoring everyone around him, he waited for the feast to finish. When it did, he was pleased to push himself up from the table and head towards his dormitory. With his customary taunts aimed towards the unworthy Slytherins, telling them that Slazar was rolling in his grave due to the impure blood that tarnished his castle, his house, he walked into the dormitory that he'd missed so much over the past 6 weeks.

I'm home.

 

[arctic]

Alicia + Sam​

Alicia couldn’t remember a time when Hogwarts hadn’t been what it was today. She had been around, of course, when practicing the Dark Arts was looked down upon and the Great Hall was decked with Holly every final week of December. But she couldn’t remember the cheery faces or the laughter, the light corridors or the bright skies. The new Hogwarts had tainted everything, including her memories.

The feast was a somber one. The loud, high-pitched, excited voices had been replaced by a deathly silence. Fear struck a chord in almost everyone, not just the first years nervously waiting to be sorted. The gold of puddings had been replaced by the ugly M’s that glistened against the lapels of pale-faced students. Alicia’s heart had flooded with hate the first time she had spotted the ugly badge, just like it had every other time. But now, seated in the Great Hall, with her fists clenched so tightly her knuckles had gone white, she did not extend any empathy. She looked straight ahead without watching, her mind far away and her lips sealed tight.

She remained silent throughout the meal, seated amongst Gryffindors who hated her for being pure-blooded as much as she hated them for being Gryffindors. She would have done anything to be in Slytherin, where she belonged, where she would have made her parents proud and not felt like as much of an outcast. She glanced at Sam who was sitting a few feet away along with all the sixth years and pursed her lips. What she wouldn’t have done to be with him right now. She hated the torture - it made her sick to her stomach. Sam was the only other person on the table who would understand.

Samuel stared straight ahead too. His face gave off pleasure, but deep down his heart sunk to watch the poor kid get tortured. He felt the hatred burn against his chest. None of this was right. But no, he couldn’t act on it.

As the feast ended, he got up quickly along with the rest of table, his head held high with a blank expression plastered on his face. It was a suit of armor he had developed over the years, to keep inquisitive minds away. He walked up to Alicia quickly before she left to meet her friends, and gave her a wordless hug. Nothing had to be said. They both knew the year was going to be a hard one. “Don’t get late,” he whispered into her ear quickly before walking out as fast he could.

Once outside the doors to the Great Halls, he stood by, waiting for Samson to come by. He had missed his friend dearly over the summer and was hoping he was safe, alright. The nightmare of his death at the hands of Death Eaters was a recurring one. Sam wouldn’t exchange any words of course, but a quick nod in his direction would suffice. It always had.

Alicia walked away quickly after her brief hug with Sam, and carefully managed to sneak out to the lake without arousing any suspicion. Years of the tradition had made her an expert in the field. Under the moonlight, she spotted a familiar tuft of blonde hair and a smile lit up her face. She wrapped her arms around her best friend in a tight hug.

mentions: Little Lozy Kassandra Rose

 

[Little Lozy]

Briar & Samson
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Briar could not bring herself to lay eyes on the poor girl who’s screams filled the Great Hall. The Great Hall, a place that once glimmered and gleam, was dark and sullun.

Hogwarts, once a school of witchcraft and wizardry, now only taught you your place in life. Not long ago it had been magical in more ways than the obvious. It may never be that again.

It was not permitted to look away when tortures were being performed. But the truth is, you can see and not look. For Briar her eyes landed on every face that brought pain to this little girl, etched into her mind; their laughter more nightmarish than her screams.

When her torturers, their so called teachers, were done they called for her to be removed. A young man who bore the Muggle mark on his robes scooped the child up in his strong arms. Samson was a Hufflepuff, though he was the first to rush up to carry the poor Gryffindor girl. Sam placed her with the other Muggle-born Gryfs, brushing her hair from her face, he wiped her tear stained face with his cloak.

“The hat chose right. You are unbelievably brave.” His warm smile bringing a glimmer of light to her.
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{••}​

The Hall was dismissed and all houses were headed to their common rooms. In any other circumstances Briar would have been honored and proud to be a Prefect for her house (a truth be told she was still proud the have achieved the title) but in someways it made her life much harder. Every year, since the fall she has met with Mia and Alicia by the black lake. Now in her sixth year with the title of head girl being dangled above her it wasn’t as easy to get away as it had been in the past.

As Briar herded the Slytherin first years up to their common room she noticed Mia stopped by her older brother. Mia would do anything to defy her brother, she would most definitely be there. However Briar had not gotten a glimpse of Alicia tonight, she knew the girl wasn’t about to stay away. Briar would be there too.

As they all shuffled out of the Great Hall, Samson at times welcomed his role as Mudblood. While others had to walk with their heads held high, hiding their every emotion, Samson could feel it however he chose to. His head was hung and his chest was heavy. He held back slowly, waiting for Gryffindor to exit the Hall. He’d hoped to spy the little first her and his friend, Samual. The two Sams caught each others eyes, and with a mural nodded the felt good knowing each other had made it through the summer.
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{••}​

The inky mirror surface of the black lake had always been beautiful to Briar. Even more so that she knew of the world below it. As she walked along it’s beach her heart felt heavy and when she felt her eyes begin to water she looked up her friends already in embrace and she flung her arms out to them wrapping them both so tightly.
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arctic Kassandra Rose

 

[Kassandra Rose]

~• Thomas and Milena •~​

Thomas closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep as he waited for company. Rosemarie was late, not at all like herself, and when the portrait opened, he expected it to be her. To his disappointment, it wasn't. "Oh, good evening, Christian," a false smile appeared on his usual placid face. "Did you do anything nice over Summer?" He wasn't particularly interested, because he probably hadn't done much at all. His company was better than no company, though, and Tom wasn't quite ready to go to bed just yet.

{•••}

Mia, on the other hand, welcomed the cold open air, as she was pulled into a warm hug by her two best friends. She lived for these moments, these slices of happiness. As she could remember Dumbledore saying, 'happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light'.

"How was your holidays, my beauties?" She smiled for the first time in a long time, a small but genuine one. "More importantly, any news? How's Sam, Alicia?" She rushed the last part of her sentence, not wanting to look keen. She wasn't, of course, that's what she said to herself every day anyway. It would be a lost cause.

 

[SandraDeelightful]

Rosemary Hamilton
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Rosemary Hamilton watched the girl be tortured with a disinterred look on her face. She almost felt sorry for the girl. Almost. It wasn't the girls fault for being a mudblood. But that was how it must be. Blood has to remain pure, and people like her were hindering that. She was glad that she and her family were on the winning side of the war. She was sure that her life would have been miserable if the Dark Lord had lost. She wasn't entirely thrilled to be back at Hogwarts. She was anxious to get out of school.

After dinner, she had gone to tease a few of the mudbloods. It was a way to pass the time, and something fun for her to do. She had a summer of practically being shut away on the grounds of her family's manor. She had lost time to make up for. She only did so for about fifteen minutes before going back to the Slytherin common room. She entered and grinned when she saw Thomas and Christian.

"Hello, Thomas, Christian," said Rosemary. "What are you up to?"

( Kassandra Rose GunsAndDips )

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Kimberly Li Zhou

The Welcoming Feast.

The beginning of yet another dreary school year at Hogwarts.

One would think the wizards calling themselves teachers would come up with something a little less…sickening…than a torture session to start the year off. Did they honestly expect anyone to enjoy their meal with such a backdrop? Ok, so some did. Kim had a hard time seeing those who did as human though. More Witch, or Wizard, than human. Like those evil creatures in the novels she’d read as a child, the ones with pointed hats and noses that cackled gleefully while cursing children. Except they were real.

“You know, Lord Chan?” Kim whispered to the toad on her shoulder. “Sometimes I feel like you and I were dropped into a fantasy-horror film. That we’re the only real ones here.”

Kim had already predicted that something like this would occur and had chosen to eat lightly. Better to be safe than sorry. Ironically, the one to help the muggleborn Gryffindor back to her seat wasn’t a Gryffindor, but one from her house. A Hufflepuff. And a fellow muggleborn. Perhaps not so ironic after all. Not that it mattered. Once the “show” ended and the Great Hall cleared itself of most students and staff, her work would begin.

Just as it always had.

Moving from aisle to aisle, cherry wood wand waving like a conductor, Kim assembled the plates that needed washing in neat orderly piles. If there was one thing she’d grown good at, in her last 3 years at Hogwarts, it was cleaning charms. A muggleborn’s student’s meal didn’t end the same way a regular student’s did. Due to the muggle blood they possessed, which lacked the “finer qualities” of a pureblood, muggleborn students of Hogwarts were expected to handle all the mundane chores such as cooking and cleaning.

Really.

The only finer qualities she could distinguish at the moment were laziness and inability to clean up after themselves. And the worst of them was currently slouched over the Gryffindor table, head buried in his arms in a sleeping position. Did no one bother to tell him that the meal was over? Does the word “dismissed” mean nothing to him? How could he sleep through all the crying and sobbing of a fellow first year housemate? These were all questions that ran through the Hufflepuff’s mind, though she didn’t think too hard on the topic. The answer was simple.

He was Axton Selwyn. A pureblood Gryffindor—one who was either liked, or hated, but never both. Rules didn’t matter to him. He did what he wanted, regardless of how it might affect anyone else. Picking fights. Making messes. Rumor had it, he had even slept with muggleborns, though that had never proven. Kim doubted any muggleborn would admit to it even if it were true. Most of them weren’t suicidal. Probably. Deciding to ignore the Gryffindor for now, Kimberly vanished some leftover food in the larger platters, like the House Elves taught her, before organizing those plates as well.

“Do you like cleaning that much, House Elf?”

Blinking in surprise, Kim turned towards Axton who hadn’t moved from his position, his head buried in his arms. Was he still asleep? Had he even been asleep to begin with? Or was he here to mock her? To make her life even more difficult than it had to be? It wouldn’t be the first time. Witholding a sigh, Kimberly Zhou continued her meticulous work as if he hadn’t spoken. The sooner she finished, the sooner she could return to her room before curfew. She had some books to read, after all.

Clunk.

A large mug of pumpkin juice spilled over the edge of the Gryffindor table. Kim’s eyes followed the orange contents before flickering over to the slouched form of the 7th year.

“I don’t like your attitude, Toad Talker.”

Lord Chan croaked indignantly. Kim looked away without a word, reminding herself not to rise to the bait. Bullies were all the same. Ignore them long enough and…

CRASH!

Kim flinched as her neatly filed plates came crashing to the floor. Violent. Hot-tempered. Unruly. Kimberly didn’t dislike Axton Selwyn because of his blood. She disliked his personality. Was he 18 or 12? You’d think that, being a 7th year, he’d grow tired of the petulant child act. Then again, Thomas Avery still went around looking for people to pick on. Perhaps she was the strange one for expecting any better. Catching sight of the smoldering black eyes that were clearly itching for a fight, Kim took a step back and spoke reluctantly.

“S-Stop it already.” She took a breath. “I…don’t hate it…”


Axton Selwyn.

Axton’s lips curved upward into a humorless smile. It was clear that Toad Girl could never be a singer. Her voice was too quiet. Too weak. Not that he particularly care what became of the little Hufflepuff once he was gone. Just something funny to notice.

It wasn’t as if he had derived any particular pleasure from bullying the fourth year. Nor could he get excited from watching the torture of the muggleborn. It was…boring, really. The girl’s reaction was entirely predictable. She gave in and started sobbing too quickly. Brave? Axton snorted. The first time Axton had experienced the dark curse, he’d held out longer than that. Hadn’t made a peep.

Stretching, Axton straightened from his slouched position and removed the crick in his neck, before giving Kimberly Li Zhou a once over. She wasn’t much of a challenge either. If she had turned around and tried to hex him, that would’ve been a different story. He would’ve loved that. But Li’l Kimmy never fought back. No matter how many times Axton tried goading her into it, she wouldn’t budge. He supposed that defiance was a challenge of sorts. Though, it was an endlessly annoying one…and given that he only had one year of Hogwarts left, he doubt he’d win. Perhaps that “spark” he’d seen when he’d first met her as a first year had been a fluke after all.

“You’re a half blood, aren’t you?” Axton pointed out bluntly. “Why are you wasting your time? Does that muggle blood in you make you want to clean or something?”

For a moment, Ax thought he’d see an impertinent expression flash across her face, but the Hufflepuff shook her head and it was gone. “That doesn’t make sense.”

“You don’t make sense,” Axton drew his wand, rolling his eyes when she backed away. A flick of his wrist revealed the time, weaved in blue tendrils. Twenty-five minutes until curfew. “This world we live in is nonsensical. Tell you what? I’ll let you continue cleaning in peace, so you make it back to the Puff dorm before curfew, if you answer my previous question.”

Toad girl pushed her glasses up, silently studying him for a moment, before nodding. “Did you like the Strawberry Crème brûlée served at today’s feast?”

Axton frowned, not liking the change of topics, but shrugged. “It was decent, I guess.”

“That was dessert #25 on my father’s menu.” And, just like that, Toad girl turned away to resume her task. Axton stared confusedly at the asian girl, not sure whether to be angry or not. In the end, he just laughed. One year left until his graduation. One year left until his freedom was stripped away. People thought Axton was unpredictable. They didn’t understand his logic. Really, he was quite a simple guy. While he remained in Hogwarts, Axton intended to enjoy himself and do whatever he wanted for as long he could. That was only fair.

Moving to leave the Great Hall, Axton decided a quick flight around the Quidditch pitch before bed would do wonders for his mind.

 

[arctic]

Alicia + Sam​

Alicia felt another body close in on behind her, and she could guess it was Briar. As she pulled away, her smile widened. Nothing like seeing the best people after a torturous summer. "Oh, you know," she said with a roll of her eyes. "Same old, same old." Her voice was tinged with sadness, but it seemed these days that most things were. She grinned mischievously when Alicia brought up Sam. The boy hadn't shut up about her best friend all summer, and she sincerely hoped Mia would give him a chance, although it wasn't likely. She wasn't too fond of the girl's choice in men, but Alicia knew to stick her nose out of it. "Oh, Sam's great," she said with a glint in her eye. "I think we spent exactly 0.25 seconds not talking about you." But the light-hearted fluttering in her chest disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. "No news from my end," she said gravely, looking into the distance. Past the glimmering waters, the tall hoops of the Quidditch pitch stood dauntingly against the dark skies. She turned her attention to Briar. "And how are you dear? Holding up as the prefect?"

Sam felt the heavy load on his chest release. Samson was okay. He turned quickly and followed the other Gryffindors up the stairs to the common room. Once there, he took his place by the fire and waited for whoever might come over and strike up a conversation. But mostly, he was waiting for Alicia to return.

mentions: Little Lozy Kassandra Rose

 

[Little Lozy]

Briar​

Their embrace could felt a frozen tundra. Nothing felt so good in these days as having your friends in your arms. They were all from well off and even powerful pureblood families, but they all harbored the same rejection of the Dark Lord’s ideas. If they spent all summer the way they spend everyday -in fear of detection- then they were safe but hardly sound.
“How was your holidays,my beauties?” Mia smiled. “More importantly, any news? How’s Sam,Alicia?” Mia and Alicia exchanged a glance on the later. Briar let out a small chuckle. It felt goo to be back.

Alicia shared the same mischievous smile as Briar. Sam and Mia had been doing this little dance for a while. Samual Flint, determined to prove his pureblood loyalty, but on the inside he was just like them. And he obviously had the hots for their Mia. Mia, who couldn’t pick a decent boy to save her life, God help her. It felt good though, talking about something so normal. Boys.

“And how are you dear?Holding up as a prefect?” Alicia hadn’t had any news on her end, but Briar has.

“I spent a lot of time at the Minstry of Magic over the summer,” both of Briar’s parents work at the Minstry as higher ups. They thought it a good place for her during the summer; to meet influential people, good pureblood families, and show off her talents. For Briar it was a good opportunity to ease drop on the state of the Wizarding World.

“There was a lot of talk about Hogwarts acceptance growing stricter, no muggle-borns. Personally I think it would be best. But they still want anyone who can perform magic counted. There was a law being passed around to repo wands from all muggle-born witches or wizards. Oh, and there were only whisperings, but it sounded like the resistance was pushing back.” Briar smiled, ending on excitement. Potter was dead, the Chosen One meant to save us. But, who said we can’t take future into our own hands.


(This wasn’t great. Sorry)

 

[Kassandra Rose]

~•Milena and Thomas•~​

Only 0.25 seconds that they hadn't spent talking about her. It was endearing really, because Mia could only ever remember speaking to Samuel for approximately them amount of seconds. Most of the time, it was her business to avoid him. Not that he made an effort to try and talk to her much, if it was true, what Alicia said, and she wasn't just teasing her, perhaps he was shy. More realistically, however, it is likely that he wasn't at all interested, and her friend was, in fact, trying to steer her away from the boys she disapproved off so badly.

"Oh, is that so?" Milena laughed for the first time she could recall in so long, it didn't last long against Briar's words. So, the ministry were strengthening their grasp on the muggleborns. Silence stretched amongst the group. Before she could even stop it, a single tear had slipped down her face. How foolish she had been, to trick herself into believing that things were as they once were, that happiness could still thrive. "On the bright side," she wiped her face quickly, so that her friends couldn't see, "at least none of us are betrothed yet. Merlin knows what kind of asshole we'll get paired with". More silence swallowed the rest of her words.

The regime didn't just kill people, nor happiness, seemingly it killed friendships too. "Shall we walk?" She asked abruptly, conscious of the growing awkward feeling among them. As she paced, she turned to Briar, "it is truly remarkable you were allowed inside the ministry, B. I would've thought it was men only now. Do your parents hope your husband will let you work there?" She began her pace towards the quidditch pitch, not quite ready to return to the dorms just yet.

Lowering her voice, so only her friends could possibly hear, she mumbled, "do you have a death wish? Don't talk about them here, B. If they think for one minute any of us are associated with that-" she shook her head. No one needed her to finish the rest of her sentence. Everyone knew what happened to those affiliated with resistance. Potter was a good example of that, wherever he was buried. Although Mia didn't agree with the resistance, she'd accepted her fate. If the chosen one had failed to kill Voldemort, he was there to stay.

Near falling asleep in his chair, it was a shock to Thomas to hear the voice of one of his close friends. "Look who finally decided to arrive," he joked, gesturing to the girl. "Do I dare ask where you have been?" He rose, brushing his robes down, before approaching her and hugging her briefly.

With a small look to Christian, he faked a slight smile. "We were just talking about the holidays, actually. I won't bore you with mine. It was mostly men's troubles, politics and ministry business shadowing my father. How was your summer?" He paused, gesturing for her to take a seat. "Have you got anything new to tell us?"

Rosemarie always had the best gossip about the most intriguing people. He was rather excited to hear what she had to say after a long summer break.

 

[SodaToast]

Castor Reed | Ravenclaw | Fourth Year | Half-blood
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Castor's gaze drifted throughout the Great Hall, his eyes sparkling and the corners of his mouth tugged upwards into a smile. After six long months of being cut off from magic, he could barely contain himself, finding himself constantly patting the pocket of his robe just to feel the hard, rigid wand that laid inside. It contained the hair from the tail of a unicorn and it was his most prized possession. Even his wizard chess kit and all of his textbooks combined were nothing compared to his wand, for it accomplished one thing that nothing and nobody had ever done for him in his life: it gave him life. Not in a literal sense, of course, but figuratively speaking, his life was in complete shambles before he arrived at Hogwarts, before he received his wand, and before he was introduced to magic. Magic was not only his escape from the muggle word, which only ever exposed him to violence, conflict, and struggle, but it had also become a driving factor for him throughout his years at the school of witchcraft and wizardry, filling him with a fiery ambition to achieve things that nobody else ever had.

The piercing screams of a young girl that laid up at the front of the hall pulled his attention away from his thoughts. He watched as she was tormented by curses repeatedly and knew that she would never be the same. He shook his head ever so slightly, feeling a distant sense of pity deep within him, but pushed it further down and returned his gaze to the table, which suddenly was filled to the brim with heaps and piles of food. Although he was hungry, he didn't feel like eating, and rather decided to go over in his head all the spells he had learned in his previous year. Although he wasn't permitted to perform magic during his summer vacation, he certainly didn't hesitate to practice and review magical theory.

Finally, the feast was over, and the sound of wooden benches grinding against the floor once again brought him back to his senses. He blinked twice quickly before standing up rather fast, hoping that he wasn't observed by others to be tardy or slow. Mentally scolding himself, he joined the other Ravenclaws in a single file as they headed towards the dormitories.

 

[Little Lozy]

Samson​

His lips curled into a half hearted smile. Sam had made it through. The boy harbored secrets from his family. Samson was always worried what would happen if they ever knew the truth. After catching a reassured glimpse of his friend, Samson headed back into the Great Hall to begin his “mundane muggle” punishment.

What they don’t get is when you grow up without magic, doing literally anything with it is just the most amazing thing. Samson cleaned away using magical charms an out of place smile on his face. He watched dishes dance through the air. Spills clean themselves.

“I love magic.” He murmured to himself.

“Do you like cleaning that much, House Elf?” Samson whipped his head around to see who had spoke, but he had a pretty good idea. Axton Selwyn.

Kim, a fellow Huff, had been minding her own business when Axton began to taunt.

“I don’t like your attitude, toad talker.” He knocked over a mug of pumpkin juice.

Samson would have stepped in but Kim was jade king herself with such grace. She really was amazing to have the patience like that. Through everything, she took it all in stride. It was bullshit, Samson wanted to ball his fist and punch Axton square in the nose. She was standing here, nervous, but strong. He couldn’t help but feel proud.

Ax left the Great Hall and Samson swooped down on Kim. “Hey you okay?”

“Purebloods supremacist.”he hissed. “I would have helped but you had it covered.” Smiling back at her.

They hall had been cleaned of its gunk, scrubbed and put back in order.

500 points to the muggle borns, Samson chuckled to himself.

They all began to file out of the Hall, not much time before curfew. Samson met up with Kim,”Walk you home?” He offered playfully

(Once again, it’s late. I’ve been moving all day don’t let this post be how you judge me as a writer.)

QuirkyAngel

 

[GunsAndDips]

Christian had taken a seat on one of the chairs in the common room, back straight and eyes not looking at anyone in particular. Anyone who walked in after him would've considered him apart of a muggle army if that hadn't been completely below his status. He radiated order and control, his blood status - his pride - evident. When Thomas had spoken to him, he turned his gazed towards him, but never looked directly at him, never feeling the need to. He paused, slightly, at the question. His summer?

"Boring," was the only word he spoke towards him. Not to him, but somewhere over his shoulder. Christian's summer had been nothing but staying at home and studying. Reading through dark tomes had absorbed hours of his time, and he was only thankful that he had many, as for the rest of his time (when he wasn't reading) he was stuck in a state between, doing nothing. He supposed that some of his meals with his mother, father and younger brother had been somewhat interesting but not enough to be particularly memorable and merged, rolled up into one small ball of disappointment stored somewhere in the back of his mind, and -despite small- taking up far more space than it deserved.

He glanced up when Rosemary walked in, more interested in her presence than Thomas', although the slight tilt of the head was the only evidence of such. They'd been friends for a few years now, Rosemary being one of few that Christian regularly spoke to due to her common beliefs. He almost raised an eyebrow at her question, as if to say 'talking, duh', but refrained.

When Thomas asked her for any of the gossip she'd heard over the summer, he actively perked. That was the one small detail that Christian would never admit - he was one whom loved to gossip!

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Alicia​

Alicia’s heartbeat quickened upon hearing B’s words. A part of her was telling her to slow down, to think realistically, focus on what was at hand, but another part of her wanted to run away, leave Hogwarts for good, join the resistance where it was. She allowed herself one glimpse into the potential future: plotting and fighting side by side the most daring and honorable wizards of Britain, each day a new quest, a fight for survival and for peace. The idea brought a small smile to her lips, but that was all it was: an idea. She knew what truly lay ahead: getting married to an arrogant pureblood through the fountain of life program, sitting at home and knitting.
She looked at her best friend with envy: she had never been inside the Ministry of Magic, let alone heard her parents even consider it. How lucky she was to have such parents. Alicia’s sighed bitterly. So much had changed so quickly. She began walking alongside the blondes without saying a word, curious to hear about Briar’s summer, with a touch of jealousy.

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[QuirkyAngel]

Axton Selwyn.

The rush of the wind against his face, blowing his hair, as he pushed through sky on his broomstick served to dissolve his tangled thoughts as Axton focused on the task at hand. There was something exhilarating about being in the air that got the blood pumping. That was the reason he'd joined the Gryffindor Team in the first place. Not that the game wasn't appealing its own right. Competition always appealed to Axton and, while he focused more on Dueling to hone his skills, he could also appreciate the finer aspects of the aerial sport. Faster. Faster. Shooting through one of hoops at his max speed, Axton made several loops around the ring before circling back and continuing his flight around the pitch at a lazier pace. Not like practice would do him any good anyway since Axton was banned from matches. Since last year's incident, in fact. His hot temper had gotten the best of him after the Death Eater referee had called the sixth 'foul' on Gryffindor and he'd done something he hadn't regretted.

Not much anyway.

The House of the Lions hadn't won a single game since Hogwarts re-opened three years ago. With rumors of possible new sanctions against mudbloods playing Quidditch being implimented this year, eliminating the best Seeker from his house team, their chances of winning dropped to zilch. Hope of the Gryffindors ever making a comeback in the House Cup was gone. The winner would always be the house the Dark Lord favored. Axton sneered. Was this the pride of the Purebloods? To eliminate the competition before it even began? Rather than strength, it proved cowardice in Axton's eyes. Fear. Instead showing the superiority of his fellow purebloods, the adults only served to tarnish their own honor. Axton was a Gryffindor. And despite what his parents may have hoped for him, Axton wasn't ashamed of the house he was chosen for. Proud of it in fact.

He had no animosity against Dumbledore's Golden Boy. If anything, he held a bit of admiration for older Gryffindor who brought a string glory to their house - not that he would ever admit it aloud, of course . Potter was the one who had had seen in his first year take on dragons to represent their school in the Triwizard Tournament. The one rumored to have defeated basilisks. To have ended the first Wizarding War. Not the second one though. The Dark Lord proved his superiority there - that Potter's first victory had been nothing but a fluke. Licking his lips, Axton opened his arms wide, letting the night chill embrace him without ever feeling it. His blood was too hot.

His parents had supported the winning side of the war. He was now able to freely practice the Dark Arts. Axton supposed he ought to be grateful for that, even if the Fountain of Life program saddled him with a boring housewife. Not like his parents hadn't already made plans in that department. There were probably worse things in life than being engaged to a woman he hardly knew. Hopefully they cared enough about the Selwyn genes to not pick someone hideous. Or inbred. Selwyn shuddered.

Performing one last barrel roll, the seventh year was about to call it a night when he spotted three girls making their way to the Quidditch pitch. Avery, Travers, and Nott. All three were in the year bellow him, but girls he knew to the certain degree. Avery was Tommy's younger sister and a Ravenclaw. Alicia Travers was best friends with his roommate, and Nott...a good-looking Slytherin he'd seen at a social gathering once. Or twice. All three were daughters from pureblood, dark families that supported Voldemort. More importantly, they were all lovely ladies in their own right. Especially Briar Nott. There was something about the ones he knew least, that always left him wanting more - especially under the sheets. Eyes glimmering, and an ever-confident smirk spreading across his face, Axton dove downward, swerving sharply to stop in front of the three girls. Did he care that he might be interrupting their night stroll? Intruding on private conversation? Not really. Axton had never been the type to hesitate because of that.

"Hello there,Ladies~" Axton greeted languidly, his eyes roaming between the three sixth years. "What are you three doing out here? Come to see my flying skills?"

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Kimberly Li Zhou

Kim was taken aback when Samson swooped in to check on her after Axton left. The older Hufflepuff was always kind and his words raised her spirits somewhat. It reminded her even though she occasionally felt alone within the dark walls of Hogwarts at times, she still had a house to which she belonged.Blood didn't really separate the Hufflepuffs, who valued tolerance and fairness. The house of the badgers welcomed all types of students, from Purebloods, to halfbloods, to muggleborns, and she was grateful the hat had put her there. Kim wasn't sure if she would've survived as long as she had if she'd been sorted into Slytherin. She'd seen how they treated their halfbloods.

"I'm used to it," Kim tried for a smile - the product probably more awkward than intended. Not really her fault though. She didn't really have too much practice in that department. Besides, surely he was over-exaggerating. She handled Axton Selwyn the way she always had - ever since she'd first come aboard the train that took her to Voldemort's School of Dark Witchcraft and Wizardry. Was it the best way to handle the violent boy? Who knows? All she knew, was that she hadn't wanted to fight. She wanted him to leave so her task could be finished peacefully. Therefore, she'd answered the Gryffindor's question in the best manner she knew how. If she thought Selwyn felt a bit different from normal, Kim kept it to herself. After all, she didn't know the beast enough to say for certain if he was acting out of the norm or not. Nor was she friends enough with the jerk to take such matters into deep consideration.

"I'd rather you didn't try to help me." It was only a second later that she realized how rude she might've sounded to someone who wanted to assist her . "...but I appreciate the thought."

If she had risen to the bait, then she would be the one to be punished. Not Selwyn. She had already learned that in her first year. And if Samson had risen to the bait, he might've died. Kim was under no delusion that the adults would be fair when doling out punishments. Kim was at least a halfblood. Sam was a muggleborn, an unnecessary life in the British Magical Community . That was simply how their world worked.

Nonsensical, indeed.

The rest of the cleaning was finished silently, mostly because Kim didn't really have anything else to say. She alternated between using magic and her hands to do the chores, Lord Chan's rhythmic ribbits providing pace for her to work. Magic was more efficient. But doing things by hand reminded her of who she really was. Kim didn't want to forget. To lose herself, or her father, in a world that hated their muggle blood.

After all, magic was a tool. Nothing more. The reason Kim was punished along with the other muggleborns was because she was far to muggle for the teachers' liking. And that was perfectly fine with Kim. She had no desire to alter who she was. She didn't want to change like so many others had.

Kim nodded when Sam offered to take her back to the Hufflepuff common room, not really having a reason to refuse. Home, he'd called it. The corners of Kim's mouth lifted. It was true. Compared to the rest of Hogwarts, the Hufflepuff common room was a haven. A warm, homey, area free of prejudice and discrimination. For the most part.

While they walked, Kim spent most of her time observing Samson King. Sweet. Kind. The ideal hufflepuff who always went out of his way to help others. The fact that he'd survived all the way to seventh year despite being a muggleborn was a credence to his determination. But where would he go afterwards? What future did the world Voldemort designed have for muggleborns? As curious as Kim was, she decided not to voice her questions. She didn't want to ruin the mood. Kim didn't mind silence. She was used to being by herself. The only one she generally spoke to was Lord Chan. Or Selwyn after he started breaking enough things. Therefore having another body next to her felt...strange. Not in a bad way though, and she worried he might be bored. Therefore, in spite of her natural tendency to keep quiet, Kim struggled to find a topic to talk about.

"I'm certain the young girl you helped will be fine," Way to go Kim. Let's talk about a tortured muggleborn. Funny how basic topics like 'how was your holiday' was always the last thing that came to Kim's mind. "There's power in words."

Both positive and negative ones. She'd seen how the insults of certain students and teachers crushed the self esteem of her peers. Positive influences like Samson were rare. He was like a light in the shadow that was Hogwarts. The good amidst the bad. That was how Kim saw things. She supposed she just wanted to reassure him in her own way.

Fortunately, the barrels that blocked the Hufflepuff common room soon came into sight. The Hufflepuff Common room wasn't too far from the kitchens. "There's power in music as well," Tapping on one of the barrels, in the rhythm of the password, Kim was relieved when the lid slid open to reveal the passage way. She wouldn't put it pass certain purebloods, or even halfbloods, to change the password while she was working. Hufflepuffs were generally friendly. However, Kim didn't doubt the power of peer pressure either. Or bullying. Kim couldn't blame a muggleborn for turning against their own if promised a reward. Or safety. After all, they got so very little of those as it is. "At least's what Lord Chan tells me. My goal for this year is to learn an instrument. Though I haven't decided which one yet..."

And so now she was babbling. Great Merlin, conversation is difficult.

Little Lozy

 

[Kassandra Rose]

This was exactly why Mia had been trying to hush her best friend. You never knew who was about or listening to what you were saying. At least, from the smirk his face, Selwyn probably hadn't heard much. He looked as arrogant as always, only difference now being that he was a little sweaty. A few years ago, she would have went weak at the knees to be speaking to a boy like Axton Selwyn. He was cold, tormenting, and a hundred percent aware of how nice looking he was. The pure blood that ran through his veins was an added advantage, plus the fact he was from a well respected, deatheater family. All in all, he was a replica of everything she always fell for. Had Alicia not spent an eternity lecturing Mia on how awful her choices in men were, and his seductive glances not been cast specifically towards B, she was certain she would have already been giggling like an immature school girl.

Nudging Alicia in the side, discreetly, to aware her of Briar's new admirer. Milena couldn't help but laugh as she said, 'good evening, Axton. Actually, these girls came to see me and marvel at my beauty, which must be said is a lot better to watch than your..' she coughed mockingly, 'skills. Still practising for Quidditch?' It gave Mia a warm feeling inside to tease the boy who always taunted muggleborns. 'Maybe this year you won't lose. You'll have to practice a little more though. It's a shame it's nearly curfew'. Of course, it was all playful. She wouldn't purposely seek a fight with another pureblood, but she knew it would mildly irritate him. Gryffindor had lost to Ravenclaw last year and the year before, though Slytherin won the year before that. Though she'd quit the team last year, to concentrate on her studies, it still had a place in her heart.

(Waiting for Rosemarie to continue with Thomas)

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[Left Out]

Mercy
'Oh dear,poor little thing'
Was the first thought to cross her mind as she watched the torture, casting her eyes back and forth from the pristine silver sketch book and the 'poor unfortunate soul' her hand flew quickly with detailed strokes as she captured the look of agony across the small child's face. The wicked glee of her torturer and the passion as sparks flew from his spell.
Euphoria.
That's what she felt, it was like a thousand little sparks from the center of her being to her fingertips that lighted up the page she drew the scene in front of her. Yes. It was the adrenaline pupping through veins and warming her her soul that had her drawing the current display before her. This , this pleasure, that welled up inside her every time she witnessed the raw feelings of another. The pain the tragedy, it fed her empty spirit and it made her feel...
Pretty.
Unfortunately the spectecale ended much to soon for her taste, she would have enjoyed the glaring Crimson splayed across her sketchbook...
Sighing in a rather bored fashion her face fell back into its neutral state of apathy as she tucked her sketchbook neatly back into her bag, levitating it with a simple swish of her wand and headed to the slitherin common room. She felt she would have a rather nice rest tonight yes indeed.. Spindly pale fingers tucked a loose strand of hair that fell from her rather messy yet still elegant bun, behind her ear. She ignored the spiteful and pitifull looks that fell on her from the muggleborns that dared glacé at her.
But secretly she reveled in their stares.
Reveled in the feeling of eyes burning holes through her back. Soaked in the feeling of their emotions boring into her from that simple gaze.
It felt good to be seen.
Alas all good things must come to an end, and as she stepped through the entrance to her common room she gave a bitter smile.
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[Little Lozy]

Briar & Samson​

"On the bright side,at least none of us are betrothed yet.”

Silence.

Everything had dropped off. This was their reality. In the Dark Lord’s world their dreams did not matter, for being women their future was set in stone.

Get married. Make babies.

Some misogynistic bullshit.

The girls linked arms and began walking the path towards the quidditch field.

Briar had been close to the close mind mentality during her visit to the Ministry. Her mother was once a high ranked official, now a simple house witch. Briar was paraded around to every good blood line. Treated more like stock for sale than a daughter. It was a reminder to her that she needed to take her future in her own hands.

She would never speak ill of summer though, she learned so much. When her voice grew with excitement for the rebellion, it was brought down with a hush. There was fear and great danger that surrounded even speaking of such a thing, but she could tell Alicia shared her thrill.

“Hello ladies, what are you three doing out here? Come to see my flying skills?” Axton Selwyn, pureblood Gryffindor, self-titled playboy. His eyes roamed between the three friends, though his gaze lingered longer than it should have on Briar. She catches Mia nudge Ali out of the corner of her eye. Briar couldn’t help her eyes roll.

Axton Selwyn, an attractive enough boy, but not Briar’s type. Not many were. He was exactly everything Mia seemed to fall for, but that she’d hoped her friend had grown out of. And with her snid but flirty response Briar felt maybe there was hope for the girl.

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“I’m used to it.” Kim tried to smile, though the product was something between that and a grimace. Some sort of expression all its own.
Samson’s eyes crinkled when he smiled, laughing to himself. Most things people find difficult or annoying about each other Samson always managed to find endearing. He wasn't naive, or without strength or courage, quite the opposite. Sam always saw past people and the things that held them back. Always saw them as who the are and never had a problem just letting them be.

“I’d rather you didn’t try to help me,” it was ice from her lips, but she melted-“but I appreciate the thought.” Samson was used to it. People, even if they liked him either feared him or feared for him. He was muggleborns, not just, but a strong handsome and talented young man. He was always on the radar, but he didn’t care. He wasn’t just someone going through the motions, somehow he was going to beat this.

As the two begin to walk to the common room, the school dark and gray, the only sound of the shoes walking rhythmically. There is silence, but it isn’t uncomfortable. One heavy with questions, the other light with peace. Sam lived everyday to be able to lay his head down at night or die a hideous death with peace in his heart. Peace in knowing he stood up. Peace in knowing he never forgot himself. Peace in knowing there is good in the world. Peace in knowing that when he wasn’t able to find it, he was it.

"I'm certain the young girl you helped will be fine,"Kim seemed almost shocked at her own self for her chosen topic. Sam’s thought back on the small girl from tonight. Just a tiny girl, a child expecting beauty and magic, only finding pain and hate. No one could see what Sam saw, her fire. Her body had given out but her spirit wasn’t broke. She had more, so much more than anyone realized.

“There’s power in words.”

Sam’s face lit up with smile, “Yeah, she’s going to be brilliant.”

They had come to the barrels, the entrance of Hufflepuffs common room, Kim knocked the password and the large barrel opened up.

“Power is in music as well. At least that’s what Lord Chan tells me. My goal for the year is to learn an instrument. Though I haven’t decided which one yet.” Kim looked as if she was mortified every time she spoke and Samson never felt her awkwardness. He got it.

“I play piano. I could teach you.”


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[SandraDeelightful]

Rosemary Hamilton
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Rosemary hugged Thomas back. There was a slight mischievous smirk on her lips. She went to sit down, still grinning.

"My summer wasn't eventful as I had hoped it would be," said Rosemary. "I spent most of the summer wandering around the estate. I swear, I thought I'd die of boredom. However, I did overhear Mummy and Daddy talking. They were speaking of someone. Have you ever heard of Mathias Dunsany? He was a Gryffindor, left Hogwarts last year, I think. I also think he was a mudblood. I suppose you heard he was executed. Daddy said that he wanted to plan some kind of uprising, but no one joined him. It's almost funny, the sad little man. But I don't know what's so surprising about that. Gryffindors think that they're being brace, when really they're just being stupid."

Rosemary was the kind of person to ramble on and on. She has been scolded quite often in class for talking so much and being so chatty. And that's why she disliked Summer so much. Her parents often had her sheltered in her mansion and writing letters did not have the same effect as talking face to face. And having such a large home, she knew of places to hide to hear all the best gossip. After so long with so few people for company, she thought she was going to explode. It was more exciting to Rosemary. She could ramble on for hours.

 

[Left Out]

Mercy
Upon stepping into the slitherin common room quietly, Mercy immediately picked upon the chatter going on inside the room. A quick look through her dark lashes took note of who exactly was in the room. The residents head boy, Thomas was there. Including Rosemary, And Chris. Mercy almost smiled at the thought of them.
Almost.
Instead her face remained as apathetic as per usual as she stepped into the common room, her light blue eyes taking note of the fish and occasional mer-person that swam by the window.
Stepping further into the room with light steps , Mercy gave a brief wave of acknowledgement to her peers as she. Moved to sit by said glass window. Her gaze flickered to each of her well respect housemates.
Slowly her eyes were drawn back to the window,and she began to sink back into her thoughts. Absentmindedly, she sung "once upon a dream' lowly under her breath as she took out her sketchbook and began lightly tracing her art with her fingertips.​

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[QuirkyAngel]

Axton Selwyn.

Looking away from Briar Nott, Ax directed his gaze to the Ravenclaw speaker, eyebrows arching at her words. "Your beauty, huh?"

The Gryffindor's grin hadn't diminished as he placed a hand under his chin and made a show of assessing the younger girl's claim, examining every inch of her from her face to her chest to her legs. Axton's ego confidence wasn't so weak that it could be shattered by mere words. If that was the case, he would've quit the his house team a long time ago, when it became clear that the Gryffindor team lacked when it came to capable, non-mudblood seekers. Alas, Axton Selwyn wasn't that sort of man. Nor did he ever want to be--one of those simpering weaklings that gave in when things got challenging, that is. Shaking his head, as if not impressed by what he saw, Axton replied smugly. "I'll have you know, my skills are work of art. After all, it's only thanks to my excellent defense that our seeker is still alive."

Hogwarts Quidditch had become a dangerous sport for mudbloods ever since the referee started ignoring fouls aimed at their direction.

The game had certainly changed since his fourth year.

It took Ax a moment to recall that Milena Avery also played quidditch for a time. When he thought of Ravenclaw Quidditch players, Kira was usually the first one that came to came to mind - her dark form taking to the skies like a fearsome raven that overshadowed the rest. Truthfully, Milena's provocation surprised him. He had always seen Tommy's little sister as a bit of a wallflower. The typical, introverted Ravenclaw that, for one reason or another, wasn't liked by her brother. At the very least, Ax had never heard his fellow Seventh year say anything good about his sibbling. It made Ax a little curious about her. Only a little though. As entertaining as it would be to see the look on Tommy's face if Ax shagged his little sister, the quiet ones weren't really his type.

Besides, he didn't want to have to listen to his roommate's lovelorn sobbing for the remainder of his stay at Hogwarts. One couldn't live in the same room for years without picking up certain...tibits...about each other. And, while Ax wasn't best friends with Samuel Flint in the same way Alicia was, he wasn't blind either. The guy had the hots for Tommy's sister.

Ax rose higher into the air. "Unfortunately, you won't be able to see them in Hogwarts games anymore. I've been officially banned from school matches starting this year." There wasn't an ounce of remorse in his voice. "No point in practicing when I can no longer complete. If you want to get a real feel of my flying skills, you'll have to join me in the sky." Tossing a challenging smirk down at the three girls, Axton looked between the three sixth years without any indication of his preference."What do you think? Any of you daring enough to take a night ride on my broomstick while I show you my one of my many talents up close and personal? I promise not to do anything that would sully your honor until your eventual wedding night. And I'll be certain to fly you back to your dorm before curfew. Gryffindor's honor. " Holding up a hand as if to swear it, Ax winked, a spark of amusement appearing his eyes as he spoke. He was generally good on his promises, though he wasn't unaware about the rumors about his frivolousness either. Whether they believed him or not was entirely up to them. Ax hadn't fallen so low that as to force any girl to accompany him. His pride wouldn't allow it. "You'll get to see how fast I can fly you back to your rooms before the teachers notice." Ax shrugged. "Otherwise, I'm just going to go to bed. Not that I'm particularly afraid of breaking curfew." Done it a couple to times already. "but I've already finished my nightly exercise and, unless you're going to let me prove my flying skills, I don't really have a reason to stay out here."

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Kimberly Li Zhou.

"A piano?" Kim repeated, ducking to the passageway that lead to the Hufflepuff common rooms. The 'home' of the Hufflepuffs had an earthly warmth to it that Kimberly could appreciate. Nodding at the portrait of Helga Hufflpuff, which hung on the far wall, Kim could see that most of the other Hufflepuffs, the ones not required to work at least, had already gone to bed. Only one student remained on the comfy sofas of the Hufflepuff dorm....though she appeared to be dozing as well.

Annabel Harper. Kim's roommate. A sweet pureblood who always went out of her way to make sure everyone in their room of girls, no matter their background, was comfortable. The blonde always seemed to be unnecessarily worried about Kim. From what she knew of Annabel, Kimberly was almost certain that her fellow fourth year had tried to stay up and make sure Kim returned to the Common room in once piece. The girl had been like that since Kim had first met her and Kim never understood why. Sometimes it bothered her, especially when Annabel badgered her about her injuries.

Tonight though, Kim simply felt a sliver of affection for the pureblood Hufflepuff. Kim didn't really trust anyone--besides Lord Chan--to not betray her when pressured enough. That was human nature. Exposed and ugly due to Voldemort's reign, it was easy to see how people really were. However, if there was anyone she least suspected, who she might be somewhat shocked if they started spouting Pureblood doctrines, it would have to be Annabel. Walking over to the blonde's sofa, Kim pulled the blanket over her roommate's shoulders before finally turning towards Samson King. "Such an elegant instrument, I'm not sure I'd be suited for it..."

That the seventh year would offer to teach her to play the piano surprised Kim. It really shouldn't though. Kim had never seen Samson King as anything less than helpful...and it made sense that he knew how to play one. A piano had always struck her as more a muggle instrument than something more 'magical' like a harp or a flute. Did Hogwarts even have one? Kim's face took on a determined expression. "But if you're willing to teach me, I'd be willing to learn...acio, Jar of dead flies." Kim fed Lord Chan his dinner while she spoke, not really looking at the Seventh year who decided to keep her company. She wasn't sure if her choosing to take on Samson's offer would foretell fortune or disaster. For a long time, she'd kept to herself. Never getting involved...not wanting to affect the future she saw for herself. The more bonds she built in Britain, the harder it would be to leave when the time came for her to leave to China.

Still, Kim couldn't deny that she wanted to learn.

"Just so you know, I don't have the money to buy one," She admitted. "I can't pay you for your time. Also, I would prefer that any musical instructions be be kept...between us...if at all possible..."

Little Lozy

 

[arctic]

Alicia​

Alicia's heart skipped a beat. Not because of Axton Slewyn, a dashing fellow pure-blood a few years above her, but because of the thought of breaking curfew. Just the idea sent a jolt of nervous energy zipping through her: flying above the Hogwarts grounds when the rest of the school was asleep, free, away from the danger and constant paranoia. She'd never been one for team sports, but the idea of flying intrigued her. But you can't do that! The thought flitted through her mind, but before she could refuse the offer, the words started flooding out of her mouth. "Hmm. I don't mind a broken a curfew." Shit. As soon as she'd said the words, the regret bubbled up inside her like a storm. But it was too late to back out now.

QuirkyAngel

 

[GunsAndDips]

Snorting, Christian was not surprised by the mud-blood attempting an uprising. Many had tried and failed over the last three years, and yet they seemed unable to learn that not following the rules only resulted in execution. Christian vaguely remembered the case being mentioned during one family meal, and recalled how his family had laughed over the whole debacle. How did mud-bloods expect an uprising, when the pure-bloods were so much more superior?

"I remember him from last year. He got tortured a few times, I think, for a similar reason and yet the boy seemed eager to break the rules. I, for one, don't understand the desire but perhaps being of the lower class causes such disdain. I personally love watching the torture, and cannot wait to make my family proud," he said towards the group, crossing one leg over the other with his ankle on his knee.

Mentions Kassandra Rose and SandraDeelightful

 

[Little Lozy]

Briar &Samson​

Briar watch as the master did his magic:

Charming.

Charismatic.

Total ass whole.

Briar’s arms were still linked with her best friends’ as this twit sat high above them. Just like a pureblood man in his rightful place, Briar nearly gagged at the thought. That men were any higher just because of gender, that people were any better just because of blood.

Anyway, the fact that Ax thought either of them would take him up on his offer, as if-

“"Hmm. I don't mind a broken a curfew."

Briar whipped her head around to Alicia. She couldn’t believe her ears. Briar held her lips tight and light shook her head to her friend. This was not a good idea, at all. But, Alicia was filling free from their grasp till all she held left was Briar’s hand. She gave the girl one last warning glance before their hands dropped to their sides.

“Look, I’m going back to my room, before anything worse happens.” Briar held tight to Mia hoping to steer her in the right direction. She was still a prefect after all, and it would be bad to catch her out past curfew. Briar made her way back towards the castle headed towards the dungeons.

{••}​

Samson watched as Kim cared for her sleeping roommate. It must have been nice to be a half blood and have a pureblood friend, not in secret, but out in the open. While the thought may have sounded bitter, it wasn’t. It was sad, and longing. Sam was friends with nearly every muggleborn in the whole school, most of the younger years even referring to him as Mom, he had a few half-bloods, but when it came to his pureblood friends their friendship was secret. They resorted to head nods and dutiful book carrying.

"Such an elegant instrument, I'm not sure I'd be suited for it, but if you're willing to teach me, I'd be willing to learn...acio, Jar of dead flies." Kim brought Sam out of his thoughts. He watched as she fed Lord Chan his dinner.

“Elegant? I suppose. It always felt like an instrument that could express so much. My mum taught me, and each of my brothers, but I was the only one that cared for it. Honestly, I think it’d make her really happy to know I was doing something with it.”

Kim accepted but not without conditions. First they’d have to find a piano. Second, no one needed to know. Sam shook the girl's hand. It was a deal.

arctic QuirkyAngel Kassandra Rose