Fandom Tears of the Phoenix - IC

[BittyBobcat]

Name, Age:
Marley (Mar) Greenwood, 15

House, Role:
Hufflepuff, 5th-Year Student

Pet, Patronus:
Sal the Burrowing owl, Little Brown Bat

Wand:
Sycamore, 12 inches, Unflexible, Unicorn Hair, Ollivander

Location: Compartment 1

With: Elliot( cremenebula ), Thomas( onyeenhok ), Rin( Triforce ), and Aurelia( beeswaxie )

Mood: Excited & Mischievous

Mar was practically glowing with anticipation. Summers with her muggle friends were great and all, but life was getting so boring without any magic to do. Even her wand had seemed bored (although, that might've had something to do with not being able to use any magic over the break).

Marley's parents, knowing her tidal wave of energetic excitement was nigh unstoppable, resigned their goodbyes to a quick hug and a few wishes of good-luck. "I'll be seein' ya again before you know it." Mar promised before turning tail and bolting toward the Hogwarts Express.

"And please no more explosions this year!" Her father called after her just as she disappeared into the train.

"I know, Pa!" Mar winced faintly. It wasn't like her wand combusted that much! Okay, maybe more than she'd liked (Mar had become infamous for her sycamore wand's temperament in previous years), but that was just something sycamore wands did when they weren't experiencing any 'advenutre' -or, at least that's what she'd been told. It wasn't her fault that the dang thing got bored so easily (even if she could relate).

Dragging herself out of her thoughts, Mar tugged her luggage behind her. Sal coo-ed indignantly as his cage got caught on a corner, nearly sending him tumbling to the floor. "Sorry bud." Marley whispered, shoving his cage back into place (and managing to slightly tear the sleeve of her denim jacket in the process). She frowned, stopping to shoot a sweeping glance across the compartments. Most appeared full.

As her gaze flickered from room to room, Mar's eyes caught on one containing a familiar face, as well as three strangers who she could only assume were first-years. Her eyes switched from Elliot to the first years a few times, the only thought running through her mind being Oh, those poor first years.

It wasn't that Mar disliked Elliot. He was a pretty okay guy (even if he was a bit blunt), and a respectable opponent when it came to quidditch, but he was definitely not the first person she'd want to meet if she was a first year.

So, Marley put on her best grin (something that was almost permanently plastered on her face anyways), and popped open the compartment door. "Hey, Elliot!" She gave him a friendly slap on the shoulder. "Nice ta' see another quidditch player again."

Mar sent a quick glance across the others in the compartment, "Mind if I sit here?" She asked, not waiting for an answer as she already began stuffing her luggage into the storage box.

OOC: Sorry if the writing's a bit janky, I'm writing this late at night so my editing skills are probably wack right now XD

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[QT3.14]

Name, Age:
Anna Thomas, 17

House, Role:
Ravenclaw, 7th year student and Head Girl

Pet, Patronus:
Shisui, a bengal cat; Abraxan Horse

Wand:
Hornbeam, 10 ¾ inches, solid, phoenix feather, Ollivander

Location: Prefect Carriage

With: Ramaya; Vincent; Zhan; Aniyah; Imogen

Mood: Happy and Nervous

Anna woke up to the sound of her alarm, and the smell of her favourite tea brewing coming down the hall. Smiling she got out of bed, rushing through her morning routine. Herr outfit had been chosen and laid out the night before- a cute blue sweater top with a black skirt, stockings and shoes that were cute but still school regulation. Blonde waves were braided into stylishly messy braids and her lucky gold hair ribbon tied into place. She had worn the ribbon on the first day of school since she started Hogwarts and she would be damned if it didn’t see her through her last year.

Looking at herself in the mirror she tugged in places, tucked a stray hair behind her ear and shrugged. It was pretty, but was it head girl? She didn’t want to let anyone down for choosing her for the spot. Well, there was no time for second guessing now. Grabbing her satchel she stuffed the last of her stationary and books into it- she had read through nearly all her text books once and hoped to finish up this last one on the train. Cant be too prepared, right?

Rushing into the kitchen, she was just in time to be presented with tea and toast. “Quickly Anna, else we are going to be late.” Her mother said as she handed breakfast over. Anna nodded in response, downing the breakfast in record time. As her mother grabbed her purse Anna took the thermos of tea and the Tupperware container of lunch and snacks for the train adding them to her satchel. Then came the task of tricking Shisui into the travel carrier. Usually the bengal was active but cuddly, but every time she sensed that travel was imminent there was a fight about getting in the carrier to go. Food was always a good motivator, alongside cajoling and hard work. Miraculously today held no scratches for either Thomas woman, which can be counted a miracle. Cat safely ensconced, mother and daughter lugged the matched trunks into the car, settled in the cat and made their way to the train station.

Arriving at the destination Anna's mum helped get the trunks on a trolley and said goodbye to the lovable feline that was Anna's companion before turning to her daughter. “Oh honey I’m just so proud of you! You’ve done so well, and grown sp much. And head girl! Well. Have a good year- make some friends and some memories. Once school ends there’ll be nothing quite like it.” Her mother held her hands looking intensely at her as she spoke before pulling her daughter in for a hug. “I love you sweetheart,” she murmured before kissing her now blushing daughter on the cheek.

Anna, trying hard not to cry hugged her mother just as fiercely back. “I love you too mum. I’ll see you at Christmas.” Giving her mum one last hug she turned and took off at a fairly brisk pace, having also caught a glimpse of the clock. Turning to wave at her mother before going through the barrier. She pushed her way onto the platform and abandoned her trolley. She grabbed her wand out of her satchel and cast a perfect levitation charm on her trunks having them bob along beside her onto the train.

She made a beeline for the prefects carriage, helping out first years struggling with their luggage along the way. Stopping outside the door she could hear murmured voices coming from inside. Sounded like she was amongst the last to arrive, if not the last. She paused just long enough to affix her head girl badge to her jumper, before sliding the door open to reveal her fellow prefects. “Morning everyone, hope you’ve all had a great summer,” she said brightly but softly as she manoeuvred her luggage into the compartments and finding a spare seat. “Looks like we are making a plan of attack,” she nodded at Imogen with parchment and quill out, “where are we up to?”

OOC: Eep, here we go!

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[BittyBobcat]

Name, Age:
Cooper Strimel, 22

House, Role:
Hufflepuff, Teacher of Transfiguration

Pet, Patronus:
None, Hummingbird

Wand:
Cherry, 11 in., slightly flexible, thunderbird tail feather, Wolfe

Location: Staffroom

With: Ivory( Ayama ) and Timothy( SomebodyElse )

Mood: Nervous

Strimel paced restlessly in circles around his classroom. He'd rearranged the decorations at least three times -and that wasn't even counting how much he took down his posters and put them up somewhere else. The supply cabinet was the most organized it had been in years. Even the desks had gone through a number of configurations.

Nervous energy thrummed through his hands, forced them to twitch slightly. His stomach was doing backflips. Strimel hated waiting but, -as much as he wanted to completely shift the entire setup of the room again- he quite liked the way it was now, and he would hate to ruin it. So, in the interest of keeping his classroom intact, he decided to exit.

Strimel ambled down the hall, not really having any specific destination in mind. Eventually, he found himself in front of the staffroom door. Cooper hummed slightly. He wasn't quite looking forward to meeting the other teachers (he was a highly introverted man, after all), but the staffroom might have some food (and, now that he thought about it, he was starving). And it might just be empty, anyway.

Steeling himself, Strimel quietly swung the door open. He quickly realized that the room was -in fact- not empty. Ivory and Timothy were inside, presumably making small talk. Holding back a sigh, Strimel adjusted his glasses, and he gave a stilted wave. "Erm- hello." He mumbled as he lingered by the door.

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OOC: First post for the awkward hooman : D​

 

[QT3.14]

Name, Age:
Niamh Llewellyn, 29

House, Role:
Hufflepuff, Divination Professor and Librarian

Pet, Patronus:
Mischief the ferret, Owl

Wand:
Black walnut, 11 inches, supple, unicorn har, Ollivander

Location: Staffroom

With: Ivory, Timothy and Strimel

Mood: Content but decaffeinated

Niamh woke to the sound of an owl scratching to get into her bedroom window. Letting it in, she received the letter and released it to go back to, if she assumed correctly, her mother. Running a hand through her brunette hair, she moved through to the kitchen setting the kettle to boil. Leaving against the countertop she opened the letter, the same one as every September 1st.

Darling,
Writing to let you know we are so proud of you. Despite another year without prophecies we wanted to let you know that we think you are doing splendidly. After all, educating the next generation is the greatest of honours.
Do try to come home for Christmas with the family this year, and it would make your father happy if you could manage to bring a gentleman friend. After all, Delphi's line must continue and you aren't getting any younger.
Love you,
Mother.

Niamh rolled her eyes as she tossed the letter in the bin and finished making her coffee. Being a seer was supposed to manifest in every third female of their bloodline, and she was third female since the last seer. Ever the disappointment for not having made a prophecy yet she had been applauded for teaching the divinatory arts to the next generation. She grabbed her coffee and moved into the lounge come library of her small home, loving running her hand over the spines before collapsing into her favourite chair.

Divination was all well and good, but books was where her heart lay. She always wished to have gone into ancient texts with the codebreakers of the ministry, or become curator of some of the astounding libraries of the magical world. Instead she did her duty by her grandmother, and at least Hogwarts gave her a little bit of both. After all, they had a library that needed curating and divination was never a high demand subject- especially once students hit OWLs and NEWTs, those subjects being reserved for things that might help them make a career. And in a way, she loved it.

She finished her coffee, and got dressed into a tidy brown skirt suit, complete with navy neck ribbon and sensible shoes before crossing to the cage in the corner of the room. Waking up Mischief she gathered him out, whereby he clambered up to lie on her shoulder quite possibly going back to sleep. Checking the time, she sighed and gathered her things, making her way to the fireplace.

"Come on Mr Sleepyhead, you know the drill. Into the pocket," she murmured to Mischief, bundling him into the waistcoat pocket lest he become separated in the floor network. A quick incendio lit the coals of the last fire, before tapping a rune on the fireplace making it glow blue. That would make sure the fire went out 10 mins after activation. She then grabbed the hooded robe hanging next to the fireplace putting it on over everything before taking a pinch of the green glittery powder from a jar on the mantle, sprinkling it on the fire. "Hogwarts Divination professor's office" she said clearly stepping into the emerald flames.

Stepping neatly out of the fireplace in her office, she removed the ash covered robe, hanging it on a hook next to the office fireplace. A quick once over revealed a smudge on her shoe and cheek both quickly tidied. Mischief, awake now and sensing travel was over, poked his head out of her pocket chattering to be placed back on his favourite perch. Acquiescing she placed him back on her shoulder as she took stock of her office.

Dumping her bag unceremoniously on her desk she resolved to unpack it later. First to check on her classroom. Walking through the adjacent door to the classroom she took in the deliberately fine layer of dust and cobwebs and sighed, rubbing her temples. "Not again," she moaned quietly to herself before summoning a house elf.

"If I've said it once I've said it every year for the last 3. I would like this space to be spotlessly clean please," she said to the elf whom started wringing his hands in front of him.

"But miss, the previous professor ingrained that there should be some mystique miss for the students miss."

"Yes Dorin, but that was the previous professor. I am me and I think differently to them and would like things to be different to how they did. Please could you make sure this place sparkles?" She asked nicely. It wasn't their fault that the last professor had had a certain... aesthetic they wanted for their long tenure. Changing the house elves regimen was proving difficult however. This was her third year here, and admittedly it was better than the previous two. Maybe next year it will have stuck.

Walking back through to her office, leaving Dorin and anyone else he summoned to get on with it, she looked at her bag on her desk. The flap had come open and her tarot deck fallen out resting in front of her chair. This wouldn't have been so unusual if it hadn't been that she had packed it in the very bottom under everything else. Narrowing her eyes at it, she picked it up and turned it over a few times before slumping slightly in defeat. "Alright, I'll see what you have to say," she said to the deck, "bit after we go to the staff room. Today is going to be a two coffee day at the least."

Wandering the halls, a spring came back to her step. As much as her family politics annoyed her, she did like her job and place of work. She made her way to the teachers’ lounge seeing Strimel standing in the doorway. “Morning Strimel,” she said as she approached, “are you going in or out?” A had went to her hip, the other fidgeting with her tarot deck, as she waited for her timid colleague to make a choice so she could use the doorway. Past him she could see Ivory and Timothy already sat inside.

OOC: Family dynasties suck

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[crystalldaddy]

Name, Age:
Louisa Mormont, 11

House, Role:
Hufflepuff 1st Year

Pet, Patronus:
A fat hairless cat named Howard, bunny

Wand:
Beech and Unicorn Hair, 10 ½ inches. Pliable.

Location: The Hogwarts Express, Compartment 4

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

Mood: Nervous and Excited

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Louisa stood nervously on the train platform. She was cold. Freezing really. She couldn't tell if it was the weather or the nerves. She pulled her cardigan around herself a bit more tightly.

"You know you don't have to go," her mother said tightly. "You could still come home. Forget this silly thing."

"Mum," her older sister Lila said before Louisa could get a word out. "Mum, she has to go. You said it yourself, she needs to control her magic or else..."

"I know, I know. But your father..."

None of the Mormont sisters on the train platform needed their mother to finish the thought. It wasn't a secret that Pastor Mormont wasn't pleased with his youngest daughter's magic.

"I want to go, Mum," Louisa said quietly. "Really I do."

Her mother sighed. "Well alright. But just say the word and we'll pull you out. You can come home at any time."

Louisa privately thought that her mother was looking for an excuse. "If it comes to it, I'll write you," she said diplomatically. One by one, the Mormont sisters in attendance gave Louisa a warm hug and a goodbye. Only six of them had been able to come to see Louisa off at the train station. The others were needed at their jobs or around the house. Her favorite sister, Lila gave her a big hug, and quietly tucked a paperback into her hands. The Hobbit. A book that would never be allowed at home given her father's hatred of all things magic. It was the best going-away present that Louisa could have asked for.

She clutched the book to her chest tightly and boarded the train, her cat, Howard's, cat carrier on the other hand. "We're really here, boy," she said quietly to the cat. She passed through the aisle ways trying to find a quiet compartment to read her new book. However, luck wasn't on her side. Finally, she found a compartment with a group of people that seemed nice enough. She opened the door.

"Excuse me? Is there any way I could sit with you? All the other compartments are full."
speech goes here

OOC: Took a hot minute, but here's Louisa. I'll post Zane later today.​

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[fabricatedwit]

Name, Age:
Winnifred “Fred” Daye, 12 years old
House, Role:
Ravenclaw, 1st year

Pet, Patronus:
No pet, blue morpho butterfly
Wand:
Cottonwood, 7 ¾”, slightly bendy, phoenix feather core, Wolfe

Location: [Compartment 1]

With: [ Elliott, Rin, Thomas, Marley]

Mood: [tense, uncertain]

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Much wasn’t being said between father and daughter as they crossed through the magical portal of 9 ¾. Already, Winnifred, or Fred as she was often called, had changed hair colors three times. She had her messy mane of currently violet hair braided and tucked into a loose bean cap, hiding it from view. It wasn’t often she had this problem, but it occurred every now and again. Muggle mothers would tut if they saw radical hair change, figuring her for a troublemaker and a bad influence towards their own children. This was fine with Fred and where they currently lived, all because she felt that Georgia was her real home. This place, England, it was a mistake. Hogwarts? Also, a mistake. She should have been going to Ilvermorny or one of the other schools in North America. It hurt, it really did that she hadn’t gotten an invite and that downed her spirits.

On top of it, she was nervous about leaving today. Even if she was mad at her parents for splitting up, and especially at her dad for moving her to Brighton, that didn’t mean she was ready to go when everything was so new. Fred wished now that she hadn’t rebuffed her father’s attempts to tell her about Hogwarts. Living in a house that had been mostly muggle run meant that she didn’t know of things like Harry Potter or Dumbledore, or even Voldemort. Sunglasses blocked her eyes, the lenses densely black to hide any eye color change. Between her hair and her eyes those were her major giveaways that she wasn’t quite normal. She knew that going to a place like Hogwarts would undoubtedly teach her control and greater skill. As it was, she had largely been teaching herself. Her current study? Animagus. Living with her wizard and witch grandparents meant that she had access to all kinds of books, and the study of becoming one had been happenstance. She wondered how many other students were like her, as she stared at the scarlet engine. Would more than one be studying to become an animagus as well?

Fred hoped so, it would give them something in common to work towards. No doubt it was advanced but she wasn’t going to be a dabbler in the arts, was she? No. She wasn’t going to take after her father and suppress some part of her. It didn’t matter that she was being unfair to her parents, they certainly didn’t seem to think about her and her well-being or wishes when all was said and done; which led to this moment of tense silence as they stared at the train.

Finally her father sighed and glanced to Fred, “Best get on board, I’ll see your trunk is loaded in the luggage compartment. Remember to be good, mind your teachers, and try to make friends?”

Everything but the part about making friends had been said with a firm tone. Not that Fred was a troublemaker, she really wasn’t. “Dad, what is really the worst I could do there?”

Blowing out a breath, he thought of the stories he heard and opened his mouth only to shut it and give a tired smile before hugging her close. “Still, be good.”

Hugging him back, Fred blinked back the tears and let go before heading onto the train. There were a lot of students, and boy, were they loud when it came those who had already made friends. She checked her hat and her glasses as she held the pack that contained her robes. This was already turning out different than what she had planned. Dodging into the first compartment she stopped short as she found four bodies already seated and waiting. Fred gave a small wiggle of her fingers as a way to say hello before silently placing herself into one of the available seats, glad her glasses were so dark that they wouldn’t see her studying them behind the dark lens.

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[Triforce]

Name, Age:
Katarina Sampson, 17
House, Role:
Gryffindor 7th Year

Pet, Patronus:
No pet, lion patronus
Wand:
Holly, 11 inches, phoenix feather core, extremely bendy, from Ollivanders

Location: Hogwarts Express, Compartment 4
With: Evelyn ( Adobe ), Isla ( CoachA ), Ryn ( BittyBobcat ) & Louisa ( crystalldaddy )
Mood: Excited!

"Oh, hi. Yeah, you can come in. I don't mind and I'm sure you'll have enough space. We aren't too too crowded in here for once, but my best friend won't be joining us since he's a prefect. We probably won't have too many others joining us." She promised with a smile as she looked at the first years. They had to be first years. She didn't recognize any of them and they all seemed too short to be professors, although she couldn't really say much about height given her own lack. They were all roughly the same height in the compartment, so she really couldn't judge.

"So I'm a Gryffindor, which is the best House for me and so much fun but that doesn't mean it's the best for you cause we're a lot of courageous people who aren't necessarily unafraid but are willing to take risks and go for it without thinking." Kat explained with a grin. "The red and gold on my robes and the lion crest show I'm a Gryffindor. Each house has different colors and a different crest. Like Slytherin is green and silver with a snake and Hufflepuff's are badgers on black and yellow, and Ravenclaw's got an eagle on blue and bronze. We get the crest on our robes so it's easy to tell who's in which house and the animals are our mascots. They represent the house and kinda us, but not always us, since we aren't perfect representations of our house"

A lion was the perfect animal for her, honestly. She loved cats, her name was Kat, she had a lion patronus, and she wanted to work with animals in the future. It made sense. But not for everyone, she knew. "I'm friends with some people from every house and they're all different people from others in their house. Slytherin's are all sly and sneaky, great for pranks. Ravenclaws know everything depending on who you ask, from random info to study groups for homework. And Hufflepuffs are particularly good friends. Make a friend with a Hufflepuff and they'll help you on your crazy adventures." She grinned, bouncing slightly in her seat as she explained. She was just too excited, really. "And now it's my last year. Seventh year. You look like first years, so you'll have to be sorted first, but then you'll have seven years with the people in your house and the rest of the school, but we're a lot of people so you don't have to be friends with anyone and everyone here. I don't think anyone could, really. And if anyone tries to tell you anything, then come find me and I'll fight them for you." She winked playfully.​

OOC: Eagle suits so much better for the mascot. I accept nothing less.

 

[cremenebula]

Name, Age:

Elliot Oakes, 17

House, Role:

Ravenclaw, seventh-year student

Pet, Patronus:

Black cat, Jackal

Wand:

Pine, 11’, slightly flexible, phoenix feather core, Unknown maker

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Location: Compartment one​

With: Marley, Rin, Thomas, Winnifred​

Mood: Double annoyed​

Elliot was not someone who really appreciated noise at all. He very much preferred to be sitting in silence at the moment— especially since the train itself was rather loud. Clacking along the tracks and letting out the occasional horn, Elliot really appreciated the idea of everyone keeping their mouths completely shut.

Okay, maybe he could deal with a little bit of conversation going on in the background.

Duamutef seemed to be content as well, watching as Midna roamed around the cabin with half-interest. He wouldn’t be bothered so long as the other animals didn’t ask for attention from him.

It was nice that Rin was speaking quietly though. She would be more than welcome to stay if she kept up the—

Elliot sighed. He supposed he really wasn’t going to get to relax at all on the train. Too many people seemed to want to pick his compartment to sit. Marley Greenwood, if he remembered correctly, was the next to enter the cabin. Hopefully the excitement of train-riding had worn away on her by now. It was her fourth— no, fifth year at the school, after all.

He was really hoping that she would be civil with him, but—


Those hopes were dashed as he was slapped upon the shoulder. Reasonably, such an action caught him by surprise and he jumped a bit. His book nearly clamored onto Thomas’ lap, though Elliot managed to catch it before it harmed his brother. Immediately, he opened his mouth to retort, but Marley beat him to the punch.

Quidditch? Elliot could speak of the sport for an eternity.

They’d come across each other a few times on the field. Sure, they didn’t cross paths too often as she was a chaser and Elliot a seeker, but she was pretty good with her playing. Elliot, of course, took pride in his talent as well.

“I expect this year will be my best one yet.” He refused to lose to anyone else, after all. But the small bit of conversation seemed to ease him (as it was an interest of his), and Elliot shifted under the weight of Thomas’ shoulder to settle back in with his book.

”Sit there.” He insisted, motioning to the bench beside Rin. He was already busy with Thomas, after all.

And then, before he knew it, another member joined. Seriously. Was this compartment the only one with empty space? And she looked to be another first year… He was quick to point to the seat that Rin and Marley sat on though. He needed the space.

OOC: Crying though! Marley knows Elliot is a buzz kill already. Love it! Please bully him more. He needs and deserves it.​

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[cremenebula]

Name, Age:

Milo Stone, 18

House, Role:

7th-year Hufflepuff student

Pet, Patronus:

A brown rat, Saint Bernard

Wand:

Cedar, 9 ¼”, slightly flexible, unicorn hair core, Ollivander

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Location: Prefect’s carriage​

With: H.B., H.G., the prefects​

Mood: Curious​

Ah, it seemed as though Milo faded into the background of the group. Honestly, he wasn’t surprised. It was something that he dealt with quite often. Honestly, Milo wasn’t exactly sure why he’d been picked to be a prefect (as he was incredibly quiet and often faded into the background), but there had to be some sort of reason for it.

Perhaps it was because he worked well with the younger members of the school. He seemed to be someone that others would come to often if they needed help. He supposed, if nothing else, he was a good helping hand.

It was pleasant to see the other prefects though. He’d been formally introduced to all of them multiple times during his stay at the school, and it was nice to see so many familiar faces. And he would be willing to call them all his friends, although they all seemed to be more focused on their rivalries rather than being friendly at the moment.

Ah, new school years were always tense at the start, and Milo found himself chuckling at the banter going on around him, covering his mouth with one hand as he scoot over in his seat to make room for others on the bench. It was likely going to be a bit cramped in the carriage, but where was the fun in traveling on a train without squeezing in together a little?

Aniyah seemed to want to speak business though. She was probably right. It was probably for the best that they got a head start on their tasks this year. Milo had helped a few people get to some compartments, but the rest of the school year needed to be made up for as well. Milo opened his mouth to speak, but quickly closed it again. There would be plenty of work to divide up between al lfo them, so putting rivalries aside to make room for teamwork was important.

Anna was greeted with a wave of his hand though, Ah, another familiar face. Everyone was so kind though— asking about each other’s summers. Milo’s had been nice, albeit pretty busy helping out on the farm! But he was more interested in hearing about everyone else’s summers at the moment. Hopefully Aniyah would lighten up a little bit so they could start with some casual conversation before immediately getting to work.

They did have a long trip ahead of them, after all.

OOC: Milo is quiet! Loves to observe!

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[Seige]

Name, Age:
Nixon Beaufort, 12

House, Role:
Gryffindor First year

Pet, Patronus:
Snowy Owl (Pet) - fox (patronus)

Wand:
Ebony, 10 3/4, rigid and slightly bendy, unicorn hair, Ollivander

Location: Compartment 3

With: Pierre, Shaun, Clairsville, Korbin

Mood: Anxious, Nervous


Nixon and his parents energetically move
through the train station dodging and weaving as they diligently make their way to their destination. Nixon meticulously placed his belongings on the cart making sure everything was perfect. He'd have his left hand situated on top of Snuffs cage keeping it steady as he pushed the dolly with all his belongings. The last thing he'd want to do is accidentally spill Snuff onto the ground. That would most certainly make for a bad day for both him and his Snowy Owl.

The morning had been quite hectic to begin with. Nixon nervously stayed up way to late the night before. Because of this he had a hard time waking up that morning sleeping in past several of his alarms. Finally his mother Amy was forced to go up and wake him from his deep deep slumber. As soon as his bedroom door opened he flew from his bed immediately throwing on some clothes. As soon as he was dressed he would fly
down stairs and chow down on his breakfast. Once filled from eating he'd quickly excuse himself from the kitchen table and head back up to his room to gather his luggage he crammed the night before. "Hurry up hunny," his mother yelled from the kitchen. "Be right down mother!" He'd toss the last of his things in the biggest of the three bags and nod in approval. He'd throw one over the shoulder bag on, swing his backpack on his back, scoop up the largest bag and grab up Snuff in his cage. Turning on his heels he'd sigh and flip the light switch into the off position as he started out the door shutting it behind him. "You ready buddy?" His dad steps out of his studdy, both father and son converging in the foyer. "Yes dad I'm ready," he says as he looks up at his father. "Let me help you with those," his dad adds as he reaches down picking up the largest bag and Snuff in his cage. They both parade down stairs heading for the kitchen where Nixons mom is found. "Well I believe we best get to the station, we are running a wee bit behind schedule," his father says. The whole family would leave in a hurry wasting no time to get there.

Standing infront of the train Nixon nervously glances around. He's about to set sail for his first monumental year at Hogwarts. He'd rock back and forth on his heels gazing up at both his parents— he was most certainly
going to miss them. They'd both scoop Nixon up in a big ol hug. "Have a good year hunny, we will be thinking of you always," his mothers tone soft and charismatic.
"Don't forget to write us too," his dad adds
with a relaxed smile on his face. "I'll have fun and will write often," Nixon says giving a gem of a smile while irrefutably fighting emotions that are trying to claw their way out. Turning to face the train he first grabs up Snuff in his carrier. He then hoists his shoulder bag on, then his backpack. Reaching down he grabs the last one, his duffle bag snagging it up. "Time to go," he thinks to himself as he steps onto the train. Collectedly walking down the aisle he makes his way past each compartment. Migrating down the main artery of the train he casually peers into each little room until finally he reaches compartment three. Entering he glances from one individual to another— his eyes quickly darting to and fro. Spotting an open seat he grins and makes his way over. Carefully he lifts each bag placing them in the luggage compartment. He turns and sits down in the open seat, "I hope you don't mind if I sit here," he says in a soft tone.​

 

[Nocturne.]

Name, Age:
Levi Fielding, 25

House, Role:
Slytherin, Auror taskforce member

Pet, Patronus:
Korat cat (named Austria), fennec fox

Wand:
Elder wood, 13 inches, delicate, dragon heartstring, Fielding (manufactured by Levi's father)

Location: Bryony's office

With: Bryony, Rhiannon, James, Alastair, Winston [ Ayama , CoachA , Grim Wraithe Stjerna , DreadBirate ]

Mood: Indifferent

With a drawn-out sigh, Levi walked the way to Bryony's office, footsteps sounding loudly against the floor. He'd made rare stops on his way, opting to just stop at Honeydukes and grab a Blood Lollipop. Usually, Levi was one to lolly-gag before he reached his destination, but he knew every meeting of the Aurors in their current situation was urgent. The Phalanx were a threat unlike the countless others the force had faced, and every moment they had was urgent. They had barely any working leads and were in a scramble to just get one or two that applied to the present moments, instead of abandoned hideouts found long after the Phalanx had ran for the hills. They needed all the help they could get, and Levi was a crucial part of that.

With a none to enthusiastic flourish, Levi cleared the door from his way and surveyed the room, making note of who was currently inhabiting it. There were those he knew well: Bryony, James, Aand Alastair, and the new recruits, the only one of which who was currently present being Rhiannon. He, like the others in the room, took no notice of the reporter disguised as an insect thats wings were too small to get its fat little body off the ground. Finally ready to make his presence known, if the creaking of the door hadn't made it obvious, Levi cleared his throat. "Hello, everyone. Sorry I'm late. Had to make a stop." He said vaguely, placing the lollipop on his tongue and savoring the metallic taste. "Indulge me. What did I miss?" His Australian accent dripped heavily off his words as he leaned against a door, lollipop stick clenched tightly in his hand.

OOC: I caught the refernece. Short reply again, since I didn't rally know what to add .

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[Seige]

Name, Age: Samantha Silverstraan, 18
House, Role: Slytherin, 7th year student

Pet, Patronus: Eurasian eagle owl (pet) / wolverine (patronus)
Wand: beech, 10 inches, springy, dragon heartstring, Ollivander
Location: Compartment 1
With: Elliot, Rin, Thomas, Marley, Winnifred
Mood: Calm and collect, excited

"OH me oh my!" Samantha exclaims standing there with her hands on her hips. She'd have on her favorite tank top and a skirt, publicly appropriate, with her favorite lace up vans. She had been packing all day the day before, frantically throwing things together— every time a precious commodity entered her bag she'd mark it off. She scrupulously double checked everything so that she wouldn't forget anything; the last two years at Hogwarts she was notorious for leaving some novelty behind. She's always been rather particular about her things and especially when packing her bags. This year Samantha wasn't going to make the same mistake again, even if that ment over packing a little. This morning she woke up extra early so she could go over her list one more time. "Splendid," she exclaims audibly. Nodding her head in satisfaction, black locks with faint purple tips tumble forward like an avalanche blanketing her blue eyes. Sighing she'd push her lips together and let out a small amount of compressed air, blowing upward to expel her hair from her eyes. Samantha grips her wand in one hand and the check list in the other— every time she'd come across something on her list that was in her bag she'd place the tip of her wand on the notepad, mumble and a black check mark would appear.

"How's it going up there sweetie," her mother says loudly. Her amiable tone reverberating off the walls as soon as the words left her throat. Standing at the base of the stairs her mother torpidly changes the demeanor in which she was standing. Hands elevate to rest on her smooth dainty hips. "Are you going to be down soon?" Her mother calmy asks. "Yes mother I'll be right down," Samantha coolly calls back. She calmly picks up one more notebook as she reciprocated her words back to her mother, tossing it in her bag— to her there's no such thing as having too many. Reaching down she'd zip up her bag and picking it up she'd turn and walk towards the door. Stopping right before exiting her cozy domain she'd spin around on her heels observing everything. As she gazes around her eyes stop at her large window with the nice little deck to sit on and read on a rainy day. Samantha's eyes start to water up, she's saddened to be leaving but at the same time she's glad. In the back of her mind she's happy because she'll get to see friends, people she hasn't seen all summer. It will be nice to catch up with them. Twirling back towards her door she reaches out, mildly grabbing the handle. Opening it she props it open with her left foot, reaching down she picks up her duffle bag. Smiling she then steps forward grabbing the large bird cage her owl Spec is in off the dresser by her door while exiting her room. The door itself softly shuts behind her with a gentle click from the latch. Samantha starts forward for the stairs with a smile on her face showing perfect pearl white teeth. Still waiting at the bottom step her mothers face holds a sweet simper.

The ride to the train station was nice, her and her mother talked about plans after Hogwarts. Arriving samantha's face beamed with excitement. "You look like you can't wait to go," her mother said. She started feeling content for her daughter, joy found deep within'. Selina's all about facetiously toiling but its also about indulging in that which is memorable as well. Hogwarts is one of those stories in her daughters book of life that she'll always remember. It's Samantha's last year, her last chapter there and Selina would be damned if her daughter didn't make the best of it. Samantha glances over at her mother, bringing her left hand up arm bending at the crease she brushes her bangs back behind her ear, "Yeah mom I honestly can't wait." She'd turn her head and look out the passenger window, "I'm going to miss it at Hogwarts after this year and the absence of my friends when we leave is going to hurt deep down." They would step out of the vehicle, Samantha with her owl and her mother with her belongings. "You know you'll still get to see them and visit my dear," Selina says as they begin walking towards platform 9¾. Gratified for her mothers reassuring words Samantha nods her head in approval. The position encompassing their whereabouts seemed dead, almost as if they where one of the last to show. Samantha smiles facing her mother, arms branching out for a hug. Selina steps forward embracing her daughter, "I love you," she says in an almost hypnotical tone. "I love you too," Samantha responds. "Ill make sure to write you," she adds. Turning she grabs hold of the dolly with her luggage and Spec; she jets forward swallowed by the wall.

Walking casually down the length of the train she makes a sudden turn boarding with all her belongings. Emerging in the vestibule she fixedly peers down the main drag. "Well this is it, time to go put my belongings up and get comfy." Her introspection quickly fading out as she see's people still putting up their belongings. Her anticipation runs high, shes definitely ready. Making her way down she comes to compartment 1, she glances in seeing a familiar face or two. She'd step in with a smile beaming bright, "hey there how's everyone's summer," shed ask in a soft voice. She'd move over to one of the open seats and begin putting her things away. Once finished she'd turn her body ever so slightly and sit down placing Spec between her legs on the ground softly. Leaning back Samantha turns her head looking out the window of the train calmly waiting for it to depart.​

 

[BittyBobcat]

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Name, Age:

Cooper Strimel, 22

House, Role:
Hufflepuff, Teacher of Transfiguration​

Pet, Patronus:
None, Hummingbird
Wand:
Cherry, 11 in., slightly flexible, thunderbird tail feather, Wolfe

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Location: staffroom

With: Ivory ( Ayama ), Timothy ( SomebodyElse ), and Niamh ( QT3.14 )

Mood: Instant regret

"Are you going in or out?"
Strimel paused, incidentally staring off into space for a second before replying. "Oh! Um- in," He mumbled, awkwardly sidestepping inside so as to not block the doorway. "Sorry."
Strimel leaned on the wall next to the doorway, quietly taking in his surroundings. His hands fidgeted nervously, almost as if they had a mind of their own. Oh god, why did I go in here. Should I say something? I should probably say something. What should I say?
"I- uh, nice weather we- we're having, isn't it?"

OOC: Sorry for the short post! Didn't have much to say


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[Seige]

Name, Age: Sophia Baker, 26
House, Role: Ravenclaw auror
Pet, Patronus: crow (pet), Spotted Eastern Barn Owl (patronus)
Wand: blackthorn (prunus spinosa), 11-1/2 inches, reasonably supple, dragon heartstring, Ollivander

Location: Bryony's office
With: Bryony, Rhianna, James, Alastair, Winston, Levi
Mood: Anxious

Been beep beep! Her alarm woke her in a startle, generating a quick sudden movement, her left hand flung out from under the covers slamming down on the clock. Thwack! The sharp poignantly expressive impact showed her true feelings towards the instrument— She absolutely detested the thing. Her friends feasted on many theories but the true speculation was because Sophia didn't like faulty equipment. Who would? In a sense they where right, 'why build it if its only going to fail', she's notorious for spitting the statement. Luckily for her, it actually operated like it's supposed to this time. The last several weeks its malfunctioned and hasn't had time for a new one.

Coffee, shower, clothes, makeup, more coffee, her morning routines been the same since she was a student in Hogwarts— give or take a few things maybe. This procedure survived all these years since she first moved this consistent habit into her daily ritual. She meditates on various views that organize in her head as she departs, "I wonder what Bryony's got for me?" Exiting her little domicile she snagged her to-go cup off the stool next to her front door and her leather jacket from the hook on the wall slinging it on. By now the coffee was already partially cool from sitting there. She stationed it on the stool during her mad morning dash so it sat there for quite some time losing its heat. Pulling out her wand she'd touch it to the bottom of the Styrofoam cup. Whispering "Calidi" under her breath, the coffee on the inside instantly starts to steam.

Arriving at the institute she'd coolly walk down the hall finishing her coffee on the way. Her quick little voyage had been pieceful but now she was growing more serious as she got closer to Bryony's office. She knew they had began without her but she wasn't too worried, Sophia could easily get caught up on the play by play. This whole thing with the Phalanx annexed a sense of disruption. She was notorious for staying up late doing her own research and she's been doing exactly that.

She silently made her way down the corridor, her mind in a state unaffected by disturbing emotions— her mind and body well composed. Serenities the key to purging oneself of all negativity. Materializing before the door she'd stand there for a second organizing her thoughts. Her left arm rises to her face brushing jet black locks to the side. Then bringing her hand back down she'd gently grip the door nob turning it cautiously. Click! The door latch sounds silently as she pushes it open stepping inside. The welcoming scent of coffee flooded her nasal passages. Manifested in the doorway she lets out a slight sigh. She closes her eyes breifly before opening them again with a smile. Her green hues gingerly scan the room taking in everyone inside. There was a few faces she remembered, especially Bryony's— She still looked exhausted like always. "Well greetings everyone, what have I missed?"​