Fandom Tears of the Phoenix - IC

[DreadBirate]

Name, Age:
Shaun Shelton, 17

House, Role:
Slytherin, First-Year

Pet, Patronus:
Barn Owl (Eamon), Elk (Patronus)

Wand:
Laurel, Unicorn Hair, 14 1/2 inches, Suprisingly Swishy, O'Dillans

Location: Compartment 3

With: ThatGuyWithSouvlaki and SomebodyElse

Mood: Excitedly nervous

"Sorry to startle ya, I came outta feckin no where didn't I?" Seeing Pierre try to hide the Tintin comic Shaun couldn't help but laugh a little to himself, he decided to keep quiet since he couldn't think of anything that he could say that wouldn't make him look like an ass. Scooting over in his seat a bit to let Clairabelle sit. "Like Pierre said, plenty of space fer yeh. I'm Shaun. I'm a bit new to this whole magic business. Yeh could say I'm crammin a bit before i get there." Closing his copy of fantastic beasts shaun ruffled through his duffel bag for a minute before pulling out his copy of "Hogwarts: A History". He had probably leafed through that book the most since he had discovered that he was a wizard. To him getting to know what his new school would be like was important, after all it was in BRITAIN for crying out loud, practically enemy territory. Out of the houses he thought he would probably fit in the most at ravenclaw. He supposed that if he was placed into slytherin he might also fit in, but from what little he knew that house had a reputation.

OOC:setting up just a little internal conflict

 

[Ayama]

Name, Age:
Ramaya Preston, 17

House, Role:
Slytherin, Seventh-year

Pet, Patronus:
Raven, Raven

Wand:
Willow, eleven inches, pliant, WRM spine, Quintana

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Location: [Prefects' carriage]

With: [H.B., H.G., prefects]

Mood: [Irked]

"He might very well be correct. There have been some changes to the Slytherin house team that might not necessarily be to the greatest effect or success," Aniyah's soft voice came in response to Ramaya's pronouncement. Ramaya gritted her teeth- the insult to her captaincy was quite obvious. "Given last year's point distribution was quite close across the board, Ravenclaw and Slytherin are looking to be closely matched and nothing can truly be determined until the first match of the year. Of course, I shall root for my fellow Ravenclaws to win," the sixth-year added.

Before Ramaya could retort, Dane had arrived and chimed in. "I'm afraid you're all wrong. The house cup will be going to Gryffindor this year." Ramaya rolled her eyes. While Dane was the only Gryffindor she viewed as reasonable and whom she could stand to be around, there was no way Gryffindor would be taking the win in her last year.

Milo was the only one to sit down without making a fuss or chiming in, his presence even-keeled and tempering as always. The momentary pleasant lull was soon shattered, however, as Zhan entered the compartment and settled himself in, greeting the group and then her. She treated him to a cold glare- an expression he was quite familiar with, especially since last year's announcement that he'd been made Head Boy. She definitely would have started something unpleasant right then and there if not for the arrival of the other Hufflepuff prefect, who settled herself brightly between Milo and Aniyah and declared that their House would be winning the Quidditch Cup this year. Ramaya let out a sardonic laugh.

"In your dreams, Arbor," she replied. As team and captaincy rivalries went, it might be said that the Hufflepuff/Slytherin one was the most amicable and easygoing of the bunch. At that moment, a deep voice came from behind the group, and Ramaya turned to see the Slytherin beater and her fellow prefect, Vincent Volkov, leaning on the doorframe. Well, really he was framed in the doorway, as his sheer bulk prevented much else. Ramaya sighed softly- Vincent was a decent enough player, and he was a useful member of her team, but she couldn't exactly say she was overjoyed at having to share her prefect duties with him. Though their rivalry had been nonstop since first-year, at least with Zhan they were on the same page about most everything.

She would've added on to his comment, but at that moment the year's only new prefect showed up. Of course she was a Gryffindor and of course she would go out of her way to dress in such a ridiculous fashion. She joined in readily on the quidditch banter, and Ramaya gave a derisive snort.

"Gryffindor hasn't passed us in rankings in two years," she stated. "I doubt that'll miraculously change for this one." This was followed by an amused chuckle, and Ramaya's eyes narrowed as Penelope Webber joined them. She was beyond incensed that a girl who walked around with a nose ring and wore a shirt that nonsensical had beaten her out for the top spot, and she vowed to beat her and Zhan in every single test if it killed her- she was determined to make the administration regret their decision.

"Hmpf, nice to see you're bothering to set such a good example for everyone," she said snidely, as usual not bothering to keep her opinions to herself.

OOC: Ramaya's such a brat xD

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

Name, Age:
Steven Llewellyn
House, Role:
Gryffindor, 1st-year student

Pet, Patronus:
British Shorthaired Cat "Momo", Sphynx Cat
Wand:
Beech, 12inch, flexible, Veela Hair, Olivanders

Location: The hallways of the train to compartment 2

With: Moonlit Wishes Ayama LostWater

Mood: Sad and Distracted

Steven arrival to platform 9 3/4 that morning was not like many of the other first years. Instead of being guided by family or other form of loved one, Steven was chaperoned by a witch from the improper use of magic department. She was nice to him though a little distant and aloof, and her dress sense was something else. Clearly she had rarely if ever wore muggle clothing before, wearing a rainbow coloured blouse and bright yellow trousers. Clearly she was at least 50 years out of date with her knowledge of clothing. Still she wore it confidently and he had to admit she looked pretty with it.

That was not the only thing unusal about Steven's trip to the train. Through a combination of recent events and the witch's guidance, Steven was unusually quiet, likely much to the relief of the witch that was for sure. That didnt mean that Steven was any less of a handful, as they walked his eyes would dart about, from the witches dress to a nearby clothing store than following another boy with his mother having a sweet, then to a nearby fast food store than to another dozen things. Things he was compelled to talk about and it took great pains not to, still it did not stop him to wonder off. More than once the witch had to call him back and told him to focus only a couple of seconds later he would wander off again. She almost yelled at him the tenth time but it seemed some herculean effort restrained her.

Finally, Steven was put on to the train with the witch not following simply standing outside watching as the train rode off. Steven wondered the train cabins looking for somewhere to sit down, he would pause several time looking at some sort of decoration on the doors or on the carpeted floor. He would walk to the end of the carriage and walk back up it, pausing several times but never picking a compartment even when the train began to move or the sweet lady passed him a told him to get into one. He would simply nod with a half-hearted smile before finding a distraction somewhere else. It seemed that the sweet lady noticed him once more and decided to take charge. She approuched and took his arm. "Come on, dear. " She said before guiding him to Compartment 2. She opened the door. "Can you dears, accept one more?"She said pulling Steven inside.

OOC: Any one feel free of pulling him in a cabin.

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[Wariforever14]

Spoiler: Hamish

Name, Age:
Hamish James, 16
House, Role:
Gryffindor, 7th year

Pet, Patronus:
No pet, patronus is a Shire Horse
Wand
ebony wood, dragon heartstring core, 16 inches, rigid

Location: Compartment 1

With: cremenebula , Triforce , onyeenhok

Mood: Relaxed, excited]

Hamish hugged his mum tightly at the station, thanking her for bringing him all the way down to London. She did this every year- made the long train ride down to London with him, even though it cost her a lot of money and time. She always said goodbye properly, giving him a kiss on the forehead. Now that he was older and far taller than her, however, she had to grab on to his shoulders and stand on her toes just to have him lean over so she could kiss him.

"Oh, Mishy, it's your last year at Hogwarts! I wouldn't miss this for the world." She hummed tearily, reaching to squeeze his shoulder. "I can't believe how much you've grown."

He blushed crimson and looked down, his hair covering his face a little. "I've gotta go, Mum. I'll be late." He murmured, before leaning in to kiss her cheek. "I'll write you once I've arrived, yeah?" He said softly, before grabbing his trolley and pulling it closer to the brick wall. "Bye, love you mum!" He added, before pushing his trolley through the wall and onto the Platform.

He was right- he was nearly late for the train, and had to rush to get on. Pulling his trunk with him, he glanced around for any open compartment. Most of them were quite full by now- he always had this problem. Once, in his fourth year, he'd been so late that he left his trunk at the station and only got onto the train by running full speed and grabbing hold of it. One of the teachers managed to get his trunk to him a month later. The year before this one, his sixth year, he'd arrived so late that all the compartments were full and he spent his train ride in the hallway. It was a very sore eight hours.

This time, however, he was in luck. To his left, he saw a compartment that didn't look completely full. There were a few people in the compartment already- two boys and a girl. He poked his head in through the door and gave a wide smile.

"hey, um, do you mind if I come in? Most everywhere else is full..." He asked the occupants of compartment one, before ignoring whatever reply they were going to give and coming in anyway.

OOC: So excited to join!

 

[Wariforever14]

Spoiler: Arnella

Name, Age:
Arnella (Arnie) Hackmore
House, Role:
Ravenclaw, Auror

Pet, Patronus:
No pet, Patronus is a doberman
Wand:
Cherry wood, 14 inches, unicorn hair, swishy

Location: Bryony's Office

With: Bryony, Rhiannon, James, Alastair, Tristan

Mood:Stressed

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Arnie was late. Not only was she late, she was really late. She'd woken up far later than she'd wanted to- the sun was already up in the sky and that wasn't normal for her. She pulled on her clothes haphazardly, pulled her hair into a messy ponytail on top of her head, grabbed her wand, and walked quickly to her fireplace.
"Incendio!" She mumbled, waving her wand hurriedly as the fireplace burst into crackling flames. She grabbed her jar of floo-powder- running low, she'd have to stock up here in a few days- and tossed it in, the green of the fire reflecting upon her cheeks. She carefully stepped into the fireplace, trying not to get too much soot on herself, and said clearly: "The Ministry of Magic!"
She watched the fireplace disappear, knowing to close her eyes or else she'd be dizzy. Once she felt herself slowing down, she stepped forward and onto the Ministry floor. She wiped her cheeks of any extra soot, ran her hands over her head to smooth down any flyaway hair, and half-walked, half-ran to the lifts. She greeted passers by with nods or waves, too late and in a hurry to stay and chat.
As soon as she was in the lift, she sighed, checking the watch on her wrist. Three minutes late. Bryony was going to be pissed at her. She cursed under her breath and leaned against the side, leaning her head back. She was in for it this morning. An important meeting and of course, she was late. As soon as the lift opened, she burst out and made her way to Bryony's office.
She didn't bother knocking. She simply reached out and opened the door, nearly out of breath from the stress of being late and rushing. "I'm so sorry..." She started as she stepped into the office. "Woke up late...not an excuse I know... I'll catch up quick, I promise." She mumbled, words flying out of her mouth a million miles a minute, her Welsh accent becoming thicker the more stressed she was.

OOC: Hope everyone's day is going well! ​

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[Ayama]

Name, Age:
Ahn-Xuan Arbor, 16

House, Role:
Hufflepuff, 6th-year

Pet, Patronus:
Toad, Albatross

Wand:
Oak, eleven inches, slightly springy, unicorn hair, Ollivander

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Location: [Prefects' carriage]

With: [Prefects, H.B., H.G.]

Mood: [Uncomfortable]

"In your dreams, Arbor," came Ramaya's sardonic reply. Ahn chuckled. As the only two female quidditch captains at the school, the two had a mutual respect for each other and a healthy rivalry going between their Houses on the field, even though they played different positions.

"What's this I hear about setting eyes on our House cup?" a deep, rumbling voice came from the entrance. Ahn looked up to see Vincent Volkov framed in the doorway. As beaters went, the two were basically exact opposite builds from each other, and their rivalry on the quidditch field was a lot of fun, as evidenced by the wink he gave in her direction.

Jenny, the new Gryffindor prefect, arrived shortly after, throwing her hat into the ring with gusto. Ahn liked Jenny- she always seemed to have boundless energy. Penny, the Ravenclaw Head Girl, arrived soon after. Both were dressed in cool and original muggle clothing, and Ahn found herself wondering why they didn't hang out during breaks- she felt they would get along well as muggles, even though they were all witches. She resolved to ask them about it at some point that year.

Ramaya clearly did not share the sentiment, as she proceeded to make a disparaging comment about Penelope 'setting a good example'. Ahn winced. While it was true that prefects were expected to look responsable and presentable, it was hardly a crime to arrive on the Hogwarts Express in muggle clothing. And besides, there was nothing wrong with what she was wearing- Ahn thought it looked good.

Wanting to diffuse the sudden tension, she turned back to her seatmates and brightly asked again how their summers had been, her attempt at being cheery and upbeat quite transparent and painfully obvious.

OOC: And Ahn bravely attempts to smooth over Ramaya's rudeness xD

 

[moxxie.]

Spoiler: Anastasiya

Name, Age:
Anastasiya Sorokina, age eleven.

House, Role:
First-year Ravenclaw.

Pet, Patronus:
A siberian cat named Rolan, Patronus is a doe.

Wand:
Hazelwood, eleven inches, sensitive, Veela hair, Gregorovitch.

Location: Hogwarts Express, Compartment 03

With: Pierre ( ThatGuyWithSouvlaki ), Shaun ( DreadBirate ), Clairabelle ( SomebodyElse ) & Korbin ( Triforce )

Mood: Trepidatious

'On edge' was solely an insulting understatement to describe Anastasiya's current state of heightened distress as she stood eerily still with her father and aunt in front of her, their eyes gazing into her brown ones deeply with hope and satisfaction, respectively. The girl felt as though her nerves were permeating the very surface of her delicate skin, her gaze pleading to just go back to her aunt's quaint and simple home instead of into the train she had to board to face whatever strange future this Hogwarts place held for her. She studied at the platform she was supposed to go into with apprehensive eyes, gulping down her vehemence as best she could. As much as the girl resented him, Anastasiya had to prove she could do this to her father. To spite him, or impress him? She didn't know. She merely had to board the train and show him she was truly her father's daughter.

"I'm going to miss you terribly. Both you and father..." Anastasiya seemed pained as she gawked at the brick wall perched stilly in front of her. She nearly hoped she simply hit her head onto the surface instead of stepping through it when she eventually gained the courage to approach. Giving a tight hug to both her guardians, her legs quivered as she stepped ever-so-slowly towards the nonexistent station; at least, to some, it was non-existent. Her hand pressed- no, went through- the solid, chilly brick of the platform; just another confirmation that Platform 9 3/4 was it authentic as it got. And finally, she fully stepped through, immediately trying to catch her breath once she found her feet shaking on the vibrating floors of the train.

Now, to find a spot.

Anastasiya crept through the train car softly as one could, hoping nobody looked at her she toured. Belatedly, she found a compartment already occupied by three people and took a deep inhale to prepare herself for when she advanced toward the group. Unable to make eye contact, she flicked her gaze downward.

"I hope you all don't mind if I sit here." She said, voice quiet and wavering as she held her satchel with her belongings near her chest.

OOC: And in comes Anastasiya with her supremely sleep-deprived author!

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[SoyMilk]

Spoiler: Penelope

Name, Age:
Penelope "Penny" Deanna Webber

House, Role:
Ravenclaw, 7th Year Student and Head Girl

Pet, Patronus:
Barn Owl Named Ramone, Brown Bear

Wand:
Ash, Dragon Heartstring, 10 3/4 inches, Slightly Supple, Olivander

Location: [Prefects' Carriage]

With: [Prefects, H.B.]

Mood: [Uncomfortable, Embarrassed, Insecure, Later Confident]

Penny's smiled at the round of greetings from the prefects. However the joy and confidence was short lived as she heard someone say the comment she was afraid of hearing by looking like this. "Hmpf, nice to see you're bothering to set such a good example for everyone," Penny's head had immediately turned to the Ramaya, a look of hurt on her face. Penny seemed to vaguely recall the girl, someone who had been vying for the Head Girl spot, a spot she happened to have. It was obvious the girl was irked and highly bitter of the spot being taken from under her. Well maybe the poor attitude is why she didn't get Head Girl She thought, channeling her inner Robin by doing so.

Despite this inner monologue the hurt still shone through on her face and she could feel herself get a little red from embarrassment and insecurity. She was quickly regretting her clothing choice and was tempted to go into the bathroom and just change into her robes then and there, taking off the silver septum ring while she was at it. However Robin's voice from last night seemed to ring in her ear, reminding her of the promise that she, no, all of them made. She remembered vividly from last night, Robin yelling in a haze, "This is the year of being unapologetically us!" in the dead of night, the others trying to shush her as to prevent the authorities being called to their hiding spot for a noise complaint.

Penny took what Robin said to heart, she was going to be unapologetically her and there was nothing anyone could do about it. Not even a bitchy Slytherin. And so the girl let go the look of hurt and smiled, saying as she sat down, "Nice to see you as well Ramaya" not giving the girl the satisfaction of a biting response. She turned her attention to the prefects' conversation, her demeanor more opened up than previous years with a touch of confidence in her eye. She chose to wait until she was invited in the conversation and focused her efforts on getting her trunk in the proper spot. After doing so she sat back and watched the others conversate.

OOC: Penny said, we gonna uhhhh maybe have confidence and I am happy

 

[Ayama]

Name, Age:
Rokurou Nakashima, 27

House, Role:
N/A, Magical Law Enforcement Squad

Pet, Patronus:
None, Peacock

Wand:
Hawthorn, 10.5 inches, rigid, snallygaster heartstring, Steward

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Location: [His office]

With: [Vivianne]

Mood: [Smug]

At the sudden and loud knock on the door, Rokurou suddenly started awake, lost his balance, and fell flat on his behind while being greeted by the most unwelcome sight of Winston Smith bursting into his office without an invitation. Getting unsteadily to his feet and rubbing what was sure to turn into a painful bruise, he glared at the reporter.

"You know, Smith," he began sourly, "the whole point of knocking on a door is to wait and see if you get a response first." He sat himself back in his chair with ill-grace.

Before he could even tell the reporter that he had no comment to make and ask him to shove off, someone else walked into his office without announcement, and it was none other than Vivianne Guerrer. His eyes went wide as the tall, stately woman stepped in, dwarfing everyone else in the room with her commanding presence.

"Ministre Nakashima, I have sent an owl regarding you supplying me with the recent reports on the...." she began without ceremony before noticing the diminutive reporter. She paused with a frown on her face and turned back to him. "This is a... Confidential matter not for his ilk. Sent him away."

Rokurou snickered. It made him quite elated to have a high-ranking ministry official in his office referring to Winston in that way. The reporter had been a nosey pain-in-the-rear for ages now. He grinned wide.

"Of course, Madam," he respectfully acquiesced. Turning to Smith himself, he said "You heard her- now make yourself scarce."

He used his wand to close his office door after the reporter had left, then added an imperturbable charm on it. After all, if he knew Winston, the man would have started salivating at the mention of the word 'Confidential', and would no doubt be eavesdropping on the conversation from the other side of the door.

"I apologize for that," Rokurou declared loftily. "It seems we have a bit of a pest problem. Now, how can I help you?"

He leaned back in his chair with a lazy smile.

OOC: Winston should write about him sleeping at his desk and falling flat on his ass ;P

 

[DreadBirate]

Name, Age:
Winston smith, 35

House, Role:
Ravenclaw, Daily Prophet Reporter

Pet, Patronus:
None, Raccoon

Wand:
Sycamore, 8.4 Inches, Unicorn Hair, Ollivander

Location: Department of Magical Law Enforcement/Bryony's office

With: Bryony ,Rhiannon, James, Alastair, Tristan

Mood: Sneaky

Rokurou had been a bust, occasionally Winston had been able to squeeze some information out of him in the past by preying on the mans incredibly bloated sense of self worth, but tonight he had been unlucky. Just in case he had forgotten to block him from spying Winston attempted to place his ear on the keyhole, unsurprisingly there was a layer of solid air blocking him from being able to properly hear whatever confidential information, and due to personal experience he knew those seemingly inviting windows were fake and enchanted. The fact that everything was so tight was odd to winston, yes the department of LAW ENFORCEMENT had a lot of secrecy naturally but even Winton's normal sources other than Rokurou had clammed up, much to his annoyance. Fortunately he had another card up his sleeve that while properly registered was not anywhere near common knowledge. Finding the restroom Winston transformed into an insect which according to all known laws of aviation should not be able to fly, winston of course flew any way, because he didn't care what muggles thought. Putting in some effort Winston made sure that his buzzing matched up with the whirring of the ceiling fans, it was quite fortunate for him that owls were no longer used internally within the ministry. He had heard rumors through his contacts that the Auror Bryony was put in charge of some mysterious task force. Finding Bryony's office Winston dropped down under the door and crawled up the wall into a corner, listening to the chatter in the suprisingly crowded office.

OOC:

 

[Ayama]

Name, Age:
Bryony Nakashima, 28

House, Role:
Gryffindor, Auror taskforce leader

Pet, Patronus:
None, Swift

Wand:
Ash, ten inches, supple, dragon heartstring, Ollivander

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Location: [Her office]

With: [Aurors + Winston]

Mood: [Anxious]

Rhiannon was first to arrive, which boded well as far as her joining the taskforce was concerned. Bryony heard a polite knock on her door, and the tall blonde stepped inside after receiving her response.

"Good morning. Sorry I'm a bit late, it's been a bit challenging to get back onto my previous schedule."

Bryony nodded, motioning her closer.

"You're back to full functionality, I take it?" she asked, having been made aware of Rhiannon's injury and the circumstances surrounding it. Before she could respond, James arrived. Customarily brisk and abrupt, as usual, he walked in without bothering to knock, nodding to Rhiannon as he delivered his report. Bryony let out a disappointed sigh- Another dead end...

Alastair arrived almost immediately after James. He looks exhausted, Bryony commented to herself upon seeing the bags under her brother's eyes. He stepped forward with his usual polite demeanor to greet their new team member, stressing their need for extra hands.

When Tristan arrived, he brought the tantalizing smell of coffee with him, and it was obvious that most of them felt the need for the marvelous beverage rise as they caught it. While Tristan greeted them with his usual genial smile and upbeat attitude (which was a boon, considering how utterly discouraging this assignment was), Bryony waved her wand, and four cups of the brew in question appeared before herself and the other three. She took a grateful sip, feeling the coffee restore vigor to her exhausted system.

Devon, on the other hand, overdid it. Overcompensating, no doubt, for the recent losses, he kicked open the door with alarming force and a resounding CRACK!, startling the occupants of the room (most of whom ended up spilling hot coffee over their hands or robes as a result). His booming tenor rattled the tiny space as he greeted them each in turn with the overenthusiasm and campiness of a stage actor, and Bryony winced as he let out a roaring laugh that was more terrifying than jovial.

Bryony shook her head, knowing her oldest colleague was a more emotional man than people thought, and that he'd taken their recent losses quite hard. Allowing for his grief, she restrained herself from dressing him down in front of the entire team, instead conjuring a cup of coffee for him as well as he settled himself in the corner while the others cleaned up the stains he had caused with their wands.

Arnella burst in after Devon, also not bothering to knock, with a rushed "I'm so sorry... Woke up late...not an excuse I know... I'll catch up quick, I promise," her Welsh accent coming in through more strongly with each additional breathless word. Bryony held up a hand- now that they were all here, it was time to get to business.

She waved her wand at the door, swinging it shut with a thump. A second wave cast the usual spell over it, so they wouldn't be disturbed or overheard (not that it would make a difference- a certain reporter had already made it inside, unnoticed by any of them). She was silent for a moment as she looked at her assembled team before putting down her wand.

"Right," she began, the authority in her voice unmistakable. "First things first. Rhiannon will be joining this taskforce, starting today." There were a couple gazes directed at the newcomer, but they quickly returned to her as she resumed giving out her instructions.

"The Minister wants answers, and so far, we've had none to give her, so we need to step things up. Wilkinson, Hackmore," she said, addressing James and Arnella, "I want you out on assignment. Go back to every location we've investigated- sweep for clues again, bring a Niffler or two, talk to the neighbors- anything you can do to get us more information." The pair nodded.

"Tristan, Devon, I want you two on internal affairs. Talk to anyone and everyone in the Ministry- use that famous charm of yours to get something out of them. Maybe they've seen or heard something suspicious, maybe one of them was threatened or bribed- just get me something." The second pair acquiesced.

"Alastair, I want you to fill Rhiannon in- tell her everything we know, and then I want the two of you back on research. No arguing, Abel," she added, holding up a hand when it seemed like Rhiannon was about to do just that, "it's your first day back on active duty, and I'm not about to send you off half-cocked without knowing what you're getting into. Now, do you have any questions or suggestions?"

She gazed steadily at her assembled team. Though she was the one in charge, she took ideas under advisement with minimal ego issues, and was perfectly prepared to adjust her plans if one of them had a lead that seemed like it could be fruitful. Results mattered more (for her ego and the greater good) than whether or not an idea came from her and that was, after all, the whole point of having a team in the first place.

OOC: CoachA Grim Wraithe Stjerna Moonlit Wishes Bloodshed Wariforever14

 

[Triforce]

Name, Age:
Aniyah Chako, 15

House, Role:
Ravenclaw 6th Year Prefect

Pet, Patronus:
Brown and white short eared owl, Black adder patronus
Wand:
Holly, 12 inches, dragon heartstring core, unyielding, from Gregorovich

Location: Hogwarts Express, Perfect carriage
With: HB, HG, Prefects
Mood: happy

It was time for a bit of an intervention. "Shouldn't we be working on our schedules and getting to patrolling the train?" She asked as things seemed to only grow more chaotic. Some of the rivalries here were a bit ridiculous in her opinion, such as the one between Penny and Ramaya. They had been Prefects for long enough to know there was work to be done.

"Quidditch and our summers are extremely fascinating indeed. And I'm happy to see everyone has arrived safely, without issue." She smiled and nodded. "But we are to be working as well." Ever the level headed one, or at least she tried to be. There were enough tensions here as it was and she didn't wish to create more drama or cause any problems. And perhaps this could bring them back to their duties before any true fights could begin. She pulled out her journal and looked to the Heads.

"I can take notes and copy them for each of us. Perhaps we can make a basic schedule and improve upon it or rotate through it as the year continues. Once we have our schedules decided and patrols for the train assigned, we can return to our discussions a bit more freely." She offered softly, quill in hand as she looked around at all of the gathered prefects. They all knew (or should know) how to copy parchment and writing by now. It was fairly simple, all things considered.

OOC: Simply trying to keep the peace.

 

[Ayama]

Name, Age:
Ivory Bright, 30

House, Role:
Hufflepuff, Muggle Studies teacher

Pet, Patronus:
White cat, Borzoi

Wand:
Cedar, ten inches, swishy, unicorn tail, Ollivander

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Location: [Staffroom]

With: [Timothy, Emily]

Mood: [Happily scheming]

"Comic books? What are those?" Timothy asked in perplexity, glancing at the book's cover. "What's it about?"

Ivory grinned, launching into a convoluted (and not entirely accurate) explanation about the muggle art of comic books. In response to her query about his summer, he responded "Well you see... I've been working with some historians about finishing a complete documentation on wizard life during the Yukon Gold Rush," while munching on a piece of toast. Ivory nodded enthusiastically- "It sounds fascinating!" she exclaimed, immediately wanting to know more.

He greeted Emily with similar enthusiasm when she arrived, and Ivory grinned, thinking her plan was already going quite well- especially when Emily fairly beamed at him, her cheeks reddening slightly as she asked how he was doing. Just a little push is what they need, Ivory internally commented, thinking herself a clever genius.

Emily turned to her between bites of toast, saying as she did so "I hope you're doing very well too, Ivory. You know, I feel this year will be exciting for all of us, professors and students alike."

"Oh I don't doubt it for a second," the Muggle Studies instructor replied. "Though I'm equally looking forward to out first visit to the Three Broomsticks- maybe sample Rosmerta's new ale, eh?"

She nudged her colleague in a not-so-subtle manner, grinning from ear to ear.

OOC: SomebodyElse Tag, you're it! ;P

 

[Wariforever14]

Spoiler: Arnella

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Name, Age:
Arnella (Arnie) Hackmore
House, Role:
Ravenclaw, Auror

Pet, Patronus:
No pet, Patronus is a doberman
Wand:
Cherry wood, 14 inches, unicorn hair, swishy

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Location: Bryony's Office

With: Bryony, Rhiannon, James, Alastair, Tristan

Mood:Stressed

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Arnie listened to Bryony, leaning back on the wall where she stood, dark eyes studying the leader of their team intently. She knew when it was time to get to business, and while she was still gathering her breath from rushing so much, she knew that the task at hand was even more important than her air intake.
As Bryony introduced Rhiannon, Arnie looked over to the newest Auror, giving her a little, welcoming smile. She knew better than to interrupt Bryony- she'd welcome her properly later. She turned her gaze back to Bryony, tongue moving along her teeth. Everyone else had coffee- she'd noticed when she came in. She made a mental note to get herself some as soon as all of this was done.
As soon as her name was mentioned, she pushed off the wall, crossing her arms over her chest. She nodded as Bryony spoke, her gaze going to James for a moment. She hadn't ever really spoken to him before, not much aside from typical coworker things, so she was interested to work with him. "Right." She said softly, with a little nod.
Recently, she knew, the Phalanx had been working quietly, covertly, and they'd only found the murdered victims days later. She knew that they needed to go to those scenes first, starting with the most recent. When Bryony asked for questions, she thought, unsure if she had any. They needed /something/. They needed a lead, or this situation was just going to escalate. She eventually shook her head- she trusted herself and her team, and she knew what she needed to do.​

OOC: Hope everyone's day is going well! ​

 

[beeswaxie]

Spoiler: Aurelia

Name, Age:
Aurelia Black, 11

House, Role:
Ravenclaw, 1st Year Student

Pet, Patronus:
White Screech Owl named Ambrose, Screech Owl as Patronus

Wand:
Elm wood with a phoenix feather core, 10" and hard flexibility, Ollivanders

Location: Compartment #1

With: Elliot ( cremenebula ), Rin ( Triforce ), Thomas ( onyeenhok ) & Hamish ( Wariforever14 )

Mood: Excitedly nervous

Aurelia stepped onto the train with anticipation boiling through her veins. Although she came alone, she knew her Uncle would meet her at Hogwarts later. Figuring out where Platform 9 3/4 wasn't hard once she found the crowd of parents and younger siblings saying goodbye to her fellow witches and wizards before they disappeared into the brick wall. Aurelia couldn't help but wonder what the muggle thought of this, but of course, she would never know. Before she had been dropped off at the train station, her younger cousin Elizabeth had BEGGED to go, but her Uncle sternly told her that it wasn't safe for a 9-year-old witch to be wandering about all by herself. Aurelia found herself wishing Elizabeth was two years older and they could've gone to Hogwarts at the same time. It would've made this process a lot easier for her.
As she looked through the compartments, Aurelia became more nervous as everyone had seemed to be older than she was, and it only made her wish her Uncle had taken the train with her. Turning back around as she made her way to the end of the hall, she peered through the other wall of compartments. As she made her way back to the beginning, she noticed Compartment 1, which had room and was full of students seemingly her age. With a deep breath, she knocked on the Compartment door and poked in her head in.
"Erm... Is it alright if I sit with you guys?"
Her voice was soft and high pitched. Her blue eyes darted over the student's various faces as she squeezed her fists nervously.
"It's alright if there isn't... I'm just, ah, looking for a Compartment with other First Years."
She continued anxiously, hoping they wouldn't reject her. Her uncle had to constantly convince her that the students at Hogwarts would be just like her and much more accepting than Aurelia had feared. Despite his encouragement, Aurelia couldn't help but still feel nervous around the lot.

OOC: First RP on this site! Sorry to everyone I previously mentioned. I mixed up compartments.

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[beeswaxie]

Spoiler: Maddock

Name, Age:
Maddock Cross, 27

House, Role:
Gryffindor, Flight Instructor

Pet, Patronus:
Siamese Cat named Lucky, Tawny Owl

Wand:
Maple wood with a phoenix feather core, 13" and rigid flexibility, Ollivander's

Location: Quidditch Pitch

With: Alice ( Adobe )

Mood: Happy

Maddock Cross wore a huge grin on his face as he marched to the Quidditch Pitch with a stack of broomsticks tucked under his right arm. He was wearing his Quidditch attire despite not teaching any classes this day due to the fact that students weren't here yet, but he couldn't contain his excitement. He absolutely adored the sport of Quidditch and couldn't wait to teach and get more students into the sport. He was even more ecstatic of the chance for his niece to become a Quidditch player. He had dropped her off at the train station with a very tight hug before sending her off to find platform 9 and 3/4. Although he felt bad that he couldn't accompany her to the platform itself, he knew she would make it there just fine. She would be arriving at the school later in the evening anyway.

Once he reached the center of the pitch, he dropped the stack of broomsticks in a pile. Placing his right hand on his hip and his left to his chin, he studied the brooms for any visual obstructions. After feeling content with the visual state of the brooms, he started to line them up as he would when conducting a typical lesson. After the brooms were lined up horizontally and parallel to each other, he went to each broom and shouted the word, "UP!" Nearly every broomstick flew up to his hand perfectly except for a select few. Pulling out a notepad from his left pocket, he began to write down which brooms were faulty and made a mental note to replace these brooms. Time to test them on their flying abilities. He thought to himself as he grinned. He could vividly remember his first time flying on a broomstick. He was a bit rusty and almost fell off, but once he grew accustomed to it, it was as natural as breathing to him. He couldn't wait for his future students to experience the same thing.

One by one, he took the brooms for a flying test. As he flew in the air, he couldn't help but reminisce his time playing Quidditch. He knew he could've become a professional player but Maddock didn't care much for fame. He knew how it tore families apart and it would take less time for him to spend with his niece and daughter. Besides, seeing the look of wanderlust and excitement in his students' eyes was far more worth it. Finally, he finished fly testing all the broomsticks and now just had to recheck them for minor details. After he finished this process, he noticed a woman peering out the window of the castle. Grinning, he tried to get the attention of the woman from the pitch. Realizing his voice was too quiet to be heard, he grabbed a broomstick and hopped on, flying into the sky.
"Hello there!" He shouted out to the woman as he neared the window. He brushed his tangled curls out of his eyes as he held his left hand out to shake. "The name's Maddock Cross. I'm the Flight Instructor here at the school. Who might you be?" His voice was deep and rich like soft velvet. However, his face bore a boyish grin that made him seem years younger than he actually was. Excitement dazzled his eyes as though this was the best day ever.

OOC: Woohoo

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[fabricatedwit]

Name, Age:
Sybil Crowe, age 30
House, Role:
Ravenclaw, Professor of Astronomy, and Head of House Slytherin

Pet, Patronus:
Dark-skinned Egyptian sphynx cat, Antipodean Opaleye Dragon
Wand:
A delicate dogwood wand. The length is eleven and one-half inches long. The core consists of dragon heartstring. Maker is Tewney

Location: Fiadh’s cabin

With: Fiadh

Mood: Happy, playful

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It was a beautiful first day of September. The taste of autumn passed through the air despite the warmth and as she traversed the path to the cabin Fiadh lived in Sybil gave a slight tug to the high collar of her robes. The collar was almost clerical in design, though completely black where it was buttoned rather than having the white patch. The robe continued in a fitted fashion to her hips, where a black sash belt was tied over her left hip to help keep the robe from flapping around her navy-blue skirts. Truly, all the darkness, from her hair to her clothes, should bleach her pale skin to a bleached bone shade but she kept her hat in hand, and her hair fitted into a comfortable knot at the nape of her neck so that the sun and wind could wash against what bare flesh there was.

A smile flashed against features untouched by makeup as Sybil used her free hand to collect enough of her skirts and robe, so she didn’t trip over the hems with her boots as she hurried forward the last few feet and up the steps to Fiadh’s cabin. As she had been taught to always be a lady, she took only a second to brush her skirts and robe back into place before rapping lightly on the door. “Faidh! Are you awake?”

Sybil didn’t add any teasing quip about being late for the feast or threatening to come in. She was out where others could see her, and even if the students hadn’t arrived quite yet she had a thing of appearing proper. It was unfortunate that the attack by the werewolf three years ago stole away most of what sense of adventure she had, but it peeked out now and again, like now when she had to remind herself that it was improper to barge into Fiadh’s place when he could be indisposed. Still, the spell to unlock locks was on the tip of her tongue, giving her expression an impish look as her pale grey eyes eyed the wood before her. If he dallied in answering she might very well do just that, she thought to herself. After all, he couldn’t be late for the feast. To keep herself from calling out again in impatience, or worse, she adjusted her robe once again; checking that the cuffs of her robe touched over her wrists and making sure that no purple-ish pink scars were present. They were fading but in their own time, one of the few things Sybil did not simply banish away with magic. She felt she owed them to the young man who had died saving her, and that was that.

When no answer immediately sounded from inside Sybil cocked her head then turned to press her ear lightly to the wood. It was a sturdy door, but old, as was the rest of the cabin (and castle). Surely, she would hear something if Fiadh were inside. For a moment she debated the simple spell before deciding to check around the cabin. Perhaps he was busy elsewhere, he certainly took on many tasks as gamekeeper. With a hum she stepped back down, setting her hat upon the ground by the steps as she went. Finding her missing friend wasn’t ever terribly hard, but Sybil used her nose to follow the scent of freshly turned earth to search the garden, and then finally her eyes to find the blue hair mixed among the green. Bringing her hands to her hips, Sybil took a moment to study him as he rested. He wasn’t dirty, which meant he had taken time to clean up, so the nap wasn’t as impromptu as it might seem.

Carefully, she walked closer before reaching down to pluck a blade of grass from the earth as she knelt beside him. “How will you know if the sun continues to shine or the birds continue their song if you do not awaken?”

It was something her mother would say to her when finding her asleep in the day, but then that was usually indoors at a desk or on a nest of pillows versus a bed a grass. As she whispered the question, she teased the tip of the grass across his forehead and down the bridge of his nose, moving it still along his features in a gentle tickle to try and wake him without any alarm.

For extra measure she leaned in near his ear, swallowing back laughter as she added in a slightly louder whisper, “If you do not wake I shall go tell the house elves that you plan to diet this entire school year, and no matter your pleas that they should take away all your sweets and favorite foods, and with such a feast about to appear that’s a travesty no one should endure.”

Straightening back up, Sybil’s hands dusted away the bit of grass before clapping down onto her robe-covered thighs, waiting only a second as she studied him. “Did that wake you or must I try dire measures?”

OOC: Please let me know if I screwed this up or if you want me to lighten the speech color a bit. ​

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[Ayama]

Name, Age:
Fiadh Daya, 35

House, Role:
Gryffindor, Care of Magical Creatures teacher

Pet, Patronus:
Little owl, Osprey

Wand:
Apple, eleven inches, slightly springy, unicorn hair, Ollivander

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Location: [Lying in the grass]

With: [Sybil]

Mood: [Startled]

Fiadh was having a lovely dream- something about soaring high above the clouds, his powerful wings beating the air, talons cutting through the vapor. In his dream, he was a Hyppogriff- strong and majestic, with a gleaming stormy gray coat and piercing amber eyes. It was freedom like no one could ever know on the ground.

“How will you know if the sun continues to shine or the birds continue their song if you do not awaken?” a familiar voice penetrated through the dreamy haze. Fiadh looked around for the source, not finding it. Then something tickled his face and he twitched his nose and scrunched up his eyes in response, trying instinctively to dislodge it, his subconscious mind interpreting it as an insect of some sort.

Then the voice came again- this time low in his ear; he could feel the warmth of the person's breath on his skin. “If you do not wake I shall go tell the house elves that you plan to diet this entire school year, and no matter your pleas that they should take away all your sweets and favorite foods, and with such a feast about to appear that’s a travesty no one should endure.”

At the mention of food, Fiadh jolted suddenly awake, nearly bumping his head into Sybil's. Good thing she had straightened up in time. "S-Sybil?" he enquired blurrily. “Did that wake you or must I try dire measures?” his colleague responded. Fiadh shook his head, looking rather dazed, a frown creasing his forehead.

"N-no, I'm awake," he looked around him, trying to gauge the light. "How long have I been asleep? Did I miss the feast?!"

Alarmed, his heartbeat sped up in trepidation. He couldn't have missed it, could he? Not the feast, with all its fabulous food. Seeing his colleagues again, seeing the Sorting and welcoming the new students... Not to mention what Headmistress McGonagall (and some of the other teachers) would have to say!

Fiadh looked imploringly at his colleague, hoping she would clear up his confusion and bring reassurance.

OOC: Such a responsable teacher ;P

 

[fabricatedwit]

Name, Age:
Sybil Crowe, age 30
House, Role:
Ravenclaw, Professor of Astronomy, and Head of House Slytherin

Pet, Patronus:
Dark-skinned Egyptian sphynx cat, Antipodean Opaleye Dragon
Wand:
A delicate dogwood wand. The length is eleven and one-half inches long. The core consists of dragon heartstring. Maker is Tewney

Location: Sitting in the grass

With: Fiadh

Mood: Surprised, amused

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Fiadh’s sudden jolt awake had Sybil reacting slowly as a result, not expecting him to move to sit up so quickly. She fell back and slightly to the side, her legs now curled to her left and partially tangled in her robes. His response about being awake caused her to laugh, as even she could see he was still trying to wake.

With a shake of her head, she leaned back and began to tug her robes and skirt into place, flashing the ankle high boots that laced up and had a small inch heel on them, giving her five-foot four frame just a bit more height. She enjoyed having a house to run but it was hard when, by the third year, several of the boys were as tall and gaining height on her. Some of the girls too. Crossing her ankles once she had tugged her clothing straight, Sybil leaned back on her arms and smiled at Fiadh. “Would I ever let you miss the feast?”


Her head tilted back, taking in the angle of the sun. The students arrived around the evening, the first years by twilight as they crossed over the lake. “We have some time.”

Her gaze turned back to him, a smile once more tugging on her lips, “Though not enough for you to finish your nap.”


The leather of her boots creaked against each other as she tapped the sides together, the black polish gleaming in the sun. “What were you dreaming about? You were so deeply asleep you didn’t even hear me knocking on your door.”

OOC: At least he didn't headbutt her lol ​

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[Nocturne.]

Name, Age:
Colin Svensson, 11

House, Role:
1st-year Slytherin

Pet, Patronus:
Southern burrowing owl, Iberian lynx

Wand:
Maple wood, 11¾ inches, hard flexibility, dragon heartstring, Ollivander's

Location: Compartment #2, Hogwarts Express

With: Hye | Silas | Steven [ Ayama , CoachA , ThatGuyWithSouvlaki ]

Mood: Excited

Colin shivered, but he couldn’t tell if it was from the thrill of the possibly biggest prospect he'd ever have in life, that he was to face in just a few short moments, or the undeniably frigid air throughout the station he and his brother were residing in at the moment. His spirits stood on the higher end of everything as he peered around King's Cross Station with an entirely dissimilar sense of wonder. When his differentiating eyes eventually settled on the famed Platform 9 ¾, he gasped, sprinting over to the mass of brick wall in front of him, denoting it enthusiastically to his brother.

Looking back on it, Colin’s actions may’ve resonated as a tad odd to the untrained eye, but he was too eager about the sight in front of him to give his actions much of a thorough evaluation for time being.

“Can you believe it, Isak!?” Colin questioned, gesticulating to his brother. “I mean--” he ceased his rambling, peering down and trying to regain his composure. “Hogwarts. I just...Harry Potter went here!”

The tale of the Potters had always been quite prominent in the Svensson household, so it was no surprise Colin brought it up now, really. He sighed, peering at his brother, who hadn’t spoken up yet, dejectedly.

“I’m really gonna miss you,” Colin stated, going up to embrace his brother. For a few moments, the duo hugged, before Isak waved his younger sibling off.

“You got this, okay?” His brother finally started, and with a conclusive nod, Colin advanced through the brick wall in front of him.

The feeling was weird. Really weird, admittedly. It felt like a rush of cold air, and Colin was admittedly dizzy when he entered the train car. He knew the first thing he’d have to do was find a compartment to sit in. So, trying to hold his head high, Colin let his steps echo across the floor of the train. After a minute or two of studying each compartment, he found a compartment with only three people: Compartment 2.

Colin willed his social skills to kick in at just the right moment when his voice rang out. “Hi! I’m Colin. Uhm, hopefully, you don’t mind if I sit here?” The brunette said questioningly, tilting his head to the side.

OOC: Feel like there was a bit to much unescarry stuff thrown in on my end, but here we go.

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[fabricatedwit]

Name, Age:
Amelia Percival Graves
House, Role:
Gryffindor, 1st year

Pet, Patronus:
Barn owl, Thestral
Wand:
White alderwood wand. The length is just a bit over eight inches long. Quite Flexible. This wand's core is unicorn tail hair. Ollivander

Location: [Hall of Hogwart’s Express, outside Compartment 2]

With: [Hye, Silas, Leo, Molly, Steve, Colin]

Mood: [excited, nervous]

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Amelia had arrived at the train station early, peering curiously at the ticket marked for Platform 9 ¾. It had taken some watching, more carefully on Amelia’s part than her mother’s, to really see what was happening and just how the trick to getting to Hogwart’s Express worked. The hand on her shoulder tightened as Amelia’s mother made a small sound of uncertainty before looking down to her daughter.


“Do you really want to do this?” She asked, searching the feminine features that resembled more her father than her mother, her Scottish accent strong with emotion.

Amelia nodded, a weak smile on her lips and her head pounding with all the blood rushing to her head. “Yes, I do. Don’t worry so much, Mum.”

The reassurance was marked with a kiss on the forehead and a big hug before Amelia was left to traverse the barrier between platforms alone with her cart and owl. Arriving on the other side was like stepping into a different world, between the sights and sounds Amelia felt more than a little overwhelmed.

An older student was kind enough to help her with her trunk, leaving her to carry the covered cage of her owl against her chest. Old jeans ripped at the knees, black high tops, and an oversized green Earth Day t-shirt dated 2022 on the back covered the girl’s slight frame and made her height of four-foot ten appear that much smaller. Her head of platinum blonde hair was pulled into a high ponytail, though, exposing her face clearly and the mixed looks of anxiety and excitement.

Wanting to find a seat quickly she followed behind a browned hair boy, stopping as he did with his body framed in the doors of the second compartment. Hearing him ask if there was room for him, she leaned in just a bit to try and see how many there were before looking to the boy in question, Colin, though her voice would be loud enough for all to hear within the compartment. “Is there room for me as well?”

She carefully adjusted the cage in her arms, “Well, me and my owl?”

Seeing all the faces within she felt herself pale a little, then gave a shake of her head as she looked back to the boy before her. “Oh, never mind. Sorry.”

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[Nocturne.]

Name, Age:
Signe Kolstad, 27

House, Role:
Hufflepuff, Arithmancy instructor

Pet, Patronus:
Crow (named Ety), klipspringer

Wand:
Cherry wood, 9 inches, hard-wearing, unicorn hair, Ollivander's

Location: DADA Classroom

With: Valencia Valensteed [ SomebodyElse ]

Mood: Contented

Signe hummed quietly to herself, adding the last finishing touches to her classroom. Though not many attended Signe's lessons, seeing as not many students at Hogwarts were particularly interested in Arithmancy, Signe wanted to make her class pleasant for those who made the decision to attend. With a quick flick of the wand and muttering of Incendio, she lit the hearth at the center of her classroom. Looking around one final time, with a pleased noise and nod of affirmation to herself, Signe's heels padded across the floor of her classroom and out into the hallway.

Before arriving, Signe had started her day highly enthusiastic. She'd woke up one time, made herself a hearty breakfast of coffee, yogurt, and spread, spruced herself up, and used a portkey to transport herself into her classroom. Thankfully for her, she'd become quite a prodigy of the methodology of the skill: she had gotten used to the odd feeling accompanying the mode of transportation, so she could move along quite effortlessly.

Signe's footfalls stopped once she reached precisely where she'd wanted to be: the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. She knew its location well, as it was her class of referral during her Hogwarts days. She also knew the teacher, Valencia, quite sufficiently, though it was mainly the woman's cat, Crawford, that drew Signe. The blonde had always had a certain penchant for animals, magical or not.

Signe gave a gentle smile when she pushed open the door of the classroom. "Good morning, Ms. Valensteed." Signe's said gently. Her crow, Ety, was carefully perched on the blonde's shoulder, having joined her on her journey to the classroom a ways away. "How has your morn been? Good, I hope."

OOC: Signe is there for the cat. And only the cat. I also feel like this is very short, but hopefully its okay :').

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[CoachA]

Name, Age:
Isla Wilson, 11

House, Role:
Hufflepuff, 1st year

Pet, Patronus:
Cat, Occamy

Wand:
Rowan, 10", Quite Bendy, Phoenix Feather, Unknown Maker

Location:Compartment 4

With:Kat and Eveyln

Mood:Nervous

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Isla stood alone on the platform, having already said her goodbyes to her parents. Her nerves kept her from boarding the train right away, not sure about being away from home for so long. She didn't even know anyone she would be going to school with, nor did she know what to expect from her experience at Hogwarts. It wasn't too late to decide that she didn't want to go and the thought kept her from stepping forward and boarding the train.

After a moment of inner conflict Isla took a deep breath and steeled herself. She wouldn't know what the wizarding world was like if she turned around, and her father had nothing but good things to say about Hogwarts. Of course, Isla was unsure but she was inclined to believe him. Her father was normally quite a stern man and didn't often have good things to say about anything. Her mother initially had her reservations about Isla going to to school so far away, but eventually came to fully support her daughter's decision to attend Hogwarts.

She would miss her parents, but they could always write and Isla couldn't bring herself to miss out on a once in a lifetime opportunity. Having never been away from home without her parents before, heading off to wizarding school was daunting but Isla couldn't help the excitement bubbling in her chest.

Stepping forward onto the train and lugging her pet cat with her in his carrier, she set about looking for a compartment. Her cat, Milo, seemed to be just as nervous as she was about leaving home, jostling around when he would lose sight of his owner briefly. Isla quickly noticed that most of the compartments already had several people in them, choosing the one with the fewest occupants. She opened the door to two other girls, both looking older than her but one seeming to be a first year as well.
"Hello," She spoke shyly, her scottish accent shining through her nervousness. "May I join you?"

OOC:​

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[BittyBobcat]

Name, Age:
Ryn Hilgen, 11

House, Role:
Ravenclaw, 1st-Year Student

Pet, Patronus:
Pickle the barn owl, Cat

Wand:
Pear, 14 and a quarter inches, hard, dragon, Ollivander

Location: Compartment 4

With: Kat( Triforce ), Evelyn( Adobe ), and Isla( CoachA )

Mood: Apprehensive

Ryn couldn't believe it when she got the letter. She was special. Different. She belonged to a magical world that had been hiding right beneath her nose for her entire life. Even though she was now standing on platform 9 and 3/4, she still couldn't quite convince herself it wasn't all a dream.

It had taken hours to drive to the train station, and at least half as long in order to find the correct platform (going through a wall wasn't among the things Ryn was expecting today, but -then again- she really didn't know what she had been expecting from her first day in the wizarding world). Then there was the obligatory goodbye hugs and kisses from Mom and Richie. Of course, her little brother had managed to get some sort of sticky substance on his hands -possibly apple juice- and Ryn was forced to wrestle Richie's hand out of her hair before she could board the train. She loved her family, but they could be a bit of a handful at times.

But finally, finally, Ryn was released to board the crowded train with one last forehead kiss from her mother. "Love you, Mom! Love you, Richie!" She called as she dodged through the mob. Pickle, the barn owl on her shoulder, vaguely mimicked her farewell shouts with a ghost-like coo.

After a few minutes of squeezing through the gaps in the sea of people, she managed to climb into the thin hall between the compartments. Every seat Ryn passed was full. It was only through a few minutes of searching (though the way her heart was beating made her wonder if they were years) that she found a compartment with any semblance of free space.

Two girls already sat inside. One that looked somewhat close to Ryn's age, and another with platinum blonde hair who looked at least slightly older. As she approached, Ryn heard a third girl who stood outside the compartment door asking if she could join them. Deciding this was probably the best chance for seating she'd get, Ryn waved from behind her. She had a good four or five inches on the other girl, and she found herself incidentally looming over the her a bit when she stood at her side.

"If there's anymore room, I need a seat too." Ryn piped up. "I can probably find somewhere else to sit if you want, though."She added as a quick afterthought.

OOC: Got my first post! : D

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[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Name, Age:
James Lawrence Wilkinson, Age: 36

House, Role:
Slytherin, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Auror Task Force

Patronus:
Fox Terrier

Wand:
Elder Wood, 10 and 3/4", Sturdy, Dragon heartstring (Norwegian Ridgeback), Olivander

Location:Bryony’s Office

With: Bryony and Aurors

Mood:Mildly calmer

James stepped to the side, out of the doorway, to make way for the stream of other witches and wizards and to lean against the wall. He hid his surprise at how well Bry had taken the news of yet another dead end. ‘Not a good sign.’
Looking to the arrival of Tristan, mostly due to the fact that the alluring smell of coffee. While inhaling wistfully, the welcomed warmth of a cup appeared in his hand. He gave a small smile and nod towards his team leader, as thanks.
It was as James was about to take his first sip that the uncalled-for-forceful entrance Devon made him startle, indeed sloshing hot obsidian caffeine across his chin and fingers. No the most pleasant feeling, and thankfully his robes kept the hot liquid from scalding his chest. His eyes squinted as he glared at the exuberant showboat, flicking the remnant liquid from his fingers. “Never one to be subtle.” He muttered into the cup as his gaze lingered on the boisterous man, not really caring if he was heard by Devon or anyone else.
Once they were all in the office, James re-crossed his arms over his chest, holding the coffee just below his chin, as Bryony handed out assignments and rundown of expectations. Looking to his partner, giving a small nod. She seemed capable enough, and had a good reputation around the department. “Did the DRCMC follow up on the possibility that Phalanx is also behind the Phoenixes?” Looking around the assembly, trying to see a spark of an idea or a forgotten thought flaring to life again. “It might explain why they’re always a few steps ahead.” Sipping his coffee as he waited for a response.

OOC: Ayama CoachA Moonlit Wishes Bloodshed Wariforever14

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