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[WanderLust.]

ROSTER

Gryffindor:
1.Thorn Blackblade
2. Saber Shore
3. Ines Valencia
4. Cooper Cramwell
5. Rhysand Davis
6.
7.​

Hufflepuff:
1.Reesa Fay
2. Anastasia Fay
3. Gwendolyn O'Brien
4. Albert Ahearn
5. Brian Buckler
6.
7.


Ravenclaw:
1. Skyri Shore
2. Calista Monroe
3. Soren Cresswell
4. Lydia Montgomery
5. AJ Violet
6.
7.

Slytherin:
1. Sebastian Blake
2. Kiara Blake
3. Quinn Cramwell
4. Dorian Hallow
5. Esfir Nikolaeva
6. Rafe Blue
7.


Special Abilities:
1. Reesa Fay (Werewolf)
2. Calista Monroe (Veela)
3. Ana Fay (Animagus)

Kiara Blake - Slytherin - 6th Year
Interacting With: Saber Sanctuaryforall1

The train to Hogwarts often smelled of pumpkin pastries and worn leather trunks, a smell Kiara had become quite fond of over the years. Her fingers danced along the soft white fur of her kitten, Lumos, who purred up at her, blinking his green eyes lazily from her lap. She hadn’t the slightest idea where Sebastian had wandered off to, but in truth, she was glad to have some alone time with her little sister. This was Adeline’s first year at Hogwarts, and Kiara knew that the youngest Blake child was particularly nervous about the sorting ceremony. Most of the Blake family had been sorted into the Slytherin house, Kiara and Sebastian were no exception. While Adeline wanted to be in Slytherin with the rest of her family,Kiara had a sneaking suspicion that her little sister did not possess the cunning nature and ambition of a Slytherin. “What if they put me in Hufflepuff?” Adeline’s wide eyes looked up at her, the younger girl trying (but failing) to hide the nervous shake in her voice.

“Then Hufflepuff will be the team to beat in quidditch this year.” Kiara smirked softly, tapping Adeline’s nose playfully. Sebastian had been teaching Adeline how to fly her broom all summer on the sprawling grounds of the Blake estate. From what Kiara could tell, Adeline was getting quite good at flying. “You will do great in whatever house you end up in, Addy. And even if you’re not in Slytherin, Bash and I won’t ever be far.” She reassured her. The screeching sound of the brakes on the train tracks alerted the pair that they were approaching Hogsmeade Station, and Kiara looked wistfully out the window as the roaming hills gave way to a quaint town with small houses littering the countryside. Lumos nearly rolled off of her lap from the sudden shift in momentum, and Kiara quickly scooped him up in her arms as Adeline began to open the door to their booth, standing on her tiptoes to reach her suitcase.

Kiara swiftly stood, tucking Lumos into his carrier and reaching up to grab Adeline’s trunk from the top shelf. She had charmed her own trunk to follow her as she walked, so it rolled steadily behind the pair as they began to meander off the train. “Where’s Dorian?” Adeline shouted over her shoulder, rushing forward as if the faster she could get to Hogwarts the faster she would see all of her friends. Kiara quickly grabbed Adeline’s wrist before she could wander too far ahead, “He’s probably helping all the new students get settled, He is headboy you know, he has a lot of responsibilities.” Kiara weaved through the crowd of robed students with Adeline at her side. The older girl had not yet dawned her Hogwarts robes, instead she wore a short, plaid green skirt with a black sweater on top. Her black boots thudded softly against the cobbled road as they headed towards the castle, her brown hair falling in gentle waves past her shoulders.

When they finally reached the great hall where a majority of the students were gathered, Kiara searched the crowd for a familiar head of red hair, finding it, unsurprisingly, near the Ravenclaw table. She turned to instruct Adeline to go sit with the other first years, but the younger Blake had already run off with her friends. Deciding that Addy was in good hands, Kiara sauntered forward with an excited grin - only to falter in her step a moment later when she realized Saber, her boyfriend, was currently sitting with a group of girls she didn’t recognize. She swallowed, gathering her wits before she continued on her path towards him, lacing her arms around his shoulders when she finally reached him. “Entertaining your adoring fans as always I see…” she kissed his cheek softly, turning her attention to the other girls.


Lydia Montgomery - RavenClaw - 6th Year
Interacting With: Skyri and Saber Sanctuaryforall1

The Ravenclaw common room was often a place where Lydia took solace. She savored the privacy and elegance of the star studded ceiling, the thick blue carpeting, and the respectful hush of its occupants. However, Lydia’s favorite part of the Ravenclaw common room was the grande piano, tucked away in a secluded corner by a cozy couch and a reading desk. When Lydia got homesick, this was where you’d find her… and she got homesick a lot. Lydia was born to two of the sweetest muggles you would ever meet. Timothy and Eleanor Montgomery raised thoroughbred and Fresian horses in the western part of Northampton. An only child, Lydia had been doted on by her parents, raised on a horse farm she firmly believed all the horses there were her siblings, and she would argue with anyone who suggested otherwise. They made a modest living, and while they could never afford anything as lavish as the grande piano Lydia currently sat at, they had an old upright piano back home, slightly out of tune and with a few sticky keys.

Her fingers tapped gently along the ivories, playing a song her father had taught her when she was young. An excerpt from Tchaicovsky’s “Swan Lake” with a mournful, beautiful melody singing from the keys. Although it was only a solitary piano, when Lydia closed her eyes she could hear an entire orchestra with bellowing horns and wistful violins. She got lost in it, the way a drop of water became lost in the ocean. She was in a sort of trance as her fingers played the melody from muscle memory, until the feeling of hands on her shoulders and an excited squeal jerked her back into reality, causing her to play a flat note. She frowned as her melody was ruined, turning to see who the culprit was, only for the frown to be replaced by a gleeful laugh as she stood to hug Skyri, her very best friend.

“You’re early!!” she jumped up and down, refusing to release Skyri from her grasp until she was satisfied with their embrace. “How did you-” a knowing look crossed her face as she realized Ronan must’ve brought the entire Shore family via portkey. “Ah I forgot, Ronan.” she rolled her eyes, wondering where the Auror had wandered off to. If he wasn’t with Skyri, she assumed he was with the golden boy, Saber, back in the Gryffindor common room. “What am I? Chopped liver?” his playful voice echoed in the quiet common room as Lydia’s eyes narrowed into slits. “You’re not supposed to be in here.” She warned with a low growl, a disapproving glance was cast towards Skyri who smiled back sheepishly. “Sky, what did I tell you about letting strays in the common room?” Although her words were laced with annoyance, she couldn’t ever stay annoyed with Skyri. Saber, on the other hand, well she had been annoyed with Saber since they met back when Lydia was a first year.

She started walking towards their dorm with Skyri in tow, realizing she needed to change into her robes before they made their way down to the great hall for the welcome feast. She was wearing a simple blue dress, with white flowers sewn along the hem. Her gold locket hung around her neck, which she tucked into her dress as she reached for her robe which was hanging on one of her bed posts. “You’re not supposed to be in here either - this is a girls dorm” She snapped, realizing Saber was still following them. As much as he got on her nerves, it seemed that Saber was only encouraged by her annoyance with him. “Come on, we better get down to the great hall.” She said to the pair as she finished pulling on her robe, “I’m sure Saber’s girlfriend is looking for him.” she smirked softly, she didn’t know Kiara well but she knew that Saber always blushed when she brought up his girlfriend.

Anastasia Fay - Hufflepuff - 5th Year
Interacting With: Reesa Sanctuaryforall1 Draven Wolfiee

“Aunt Tanya - have you seen my - oh, nevermind, I found it!” Ana was a whirlwind of chaotic yellow and black as she reached for her wand, which was lying unattended on her Aunt Tanya’s desk. The light colored pear wood fit perfectly in her hand, feeling familiar and safe, but Ana still tucked the thing in her boot. Reesa always warned her that Ana would break her own wand if she kept doing that, but regardless, she kept doing that. Just as Ana was about to rush out the door, she yelped in surprise, stopping in her tracks. Her older sister had grabbed onto her hair and was working her tangles into a braid, despite Ana’s protests. Even though the younger girl pretended to be annoyed by her sister's incessant fussing, she secretly enjoyed the love and care that Reesa showed her every day, even with something as simple as making sure Ana looked presentable.

The summer had been memorable for the Fay’s to say the least, but who was Ana to complain? Reesa’s whole world had been turned upside down, her life changed forever, a newly bitten werewolf, and yet here she was worrying about her little sister's hair. Aunt Tanya had suddenly acquired two new house guests, who were rambunctious to boot and stirred chaos wherever they went. Despite the traumatic events of the summer, Ana seemed unwaveringly optimistic, excited to see her friends and even more excited to learn more magical skills this year. “Come on, come on, Come onnnn!!!” She tapped her foot impatiently at Reesa, who was braiding away with methodic fingers. The two Hufflepuff girls could’ve been twins, their blonde hair and greenish blue eyes identical, except Ana was a bit shorter. Ana had always looked up to Reesa as a role model, and she still did. Even as she caught Reese's reflection in the mirror in front of them, she found herself wishing that she had half the bravery or conviction that her older sister did.

Ana chewed on her lip as she willed herself to sit still. “Reesa we’re gonna be late!” she whined, as her sister tied off the end of her braid and shakily rose to her feet. As much sympathy as Ana had for her sister's newfound bruises and cuts, Ana’s impatience and excitement was unending. She watched as Reesa winced from the pain and effort it took to stand up, and Ana suddenly felt guilty for rushing her older sister. “Sorry … I’m just excited to see Skyri and Lydia.” She admitted sheepishly, rushing to support Reesa by sliding up under her shoulder and wrapping her arm around her waist, but Reesa gently pushed away, and Ana obediently backed up a few steps. Reesa had always been independent, and Ana was sure she didn’t like feeling weak or pitied. More importantly, she knew Reesa didn’t want people knowing about her newfound werewolf status, at least not yet. So all Ana could do was watch as her sister struggled.

By the time the pair had arrived at the great hall it seemed that the festivities were just starting. Ana was so busy searching the crowd for Skyri and Lydia that she walked straight into a much taller frame, her cheeks blistering pink as she looked up to her horror to see the headmaster staring down at her. “Professor Volkova…” she stuttered for a moment, trying to find the words to apologize but her tongue was tying itself in knots and all she came up with was a measly “sorry” before she turned back to her sister. She heard Reesa mutter something about ‘cool as a cucumber’ but Ana was hardly paying attention, keeping her head down until she neared the Ravenclaw table where Skyri and Lydia were sitting. “I’ll find you after” she whispered to Reesa before rushing over to the other girls, an excited squeal of glee coming from the three of them as the trio reunited. However, the girls were quickly hushed as Professor Volkova encouraged everyone to take their seats so that he could commence the welcome feast. Ana slouched in her seat, a yellow star in a sea of blue robes, but she had no intention of moving over to the Hufflepuff table.

Sebastian Blake - Slytherin - 6th Year
Interacting With: Scarlett LupinHallow Dorian and Essie Sanctuaryforall1

Sebastian had ditched his leather trunk in the slytherin dorms when he had arrived, not that the thing was very full anyways, a few extra robes and shirts, a couple terribly wrinkled pairs of pants that he was sure his sister would end up ironing for him. Most importantly, he had laid his broom on his bed, claiming the spot by the window as his own and ensuring that nothing would happen to his precious firebolt. He had been a bit surprised to find that Dorian was not in the dorms, though he had a sneaking suspicion where he would find his best friend. Bash made his way down the corridors of Hogwarts, past the great hall where everyone was gathering, avoiding a few hopelessly lost first years on his way. He jerked his head towards a few fellow quidditch team members from Slytherin house with a friendly smile… well, as friendly as Sebastian got anyways.

It was only when he reached the library that he began to slow his pace, scanning the spaces between bookshelves for his dark haired roommate. If not reading, then Dorian was probably working on his book, hunched over the thing at one of the many empty desks. He wasn’t surprised that the library was almost void of any life, no doubt all the students were getting settled in their dorms or gathering in the great hall for the welcome feast. Bash tousled his dark curls with his fingers as he turned to his left, looking for Dorian but instead, a flash of red hair caught his eye. His dark chocolate eyes trailed their way down from the head of fiery hair to her blue accented robes… a ravenclaw no doubt, but who was she? The girl was standing on her tiptoes, stretching her fingers out to grasp a book that was just out of her reach, and Bash seized the opportunity before he even had time to think about it. He closed the distance between them in three quick strides, reaching up for the book that she was so desperately trying to grab and plucking it from the shelf with ease.

“Bookworm, huh?” It was more of a statement than a question as he began flipping through the pages of what appeared to be some sort of magical history book. He furrowed his brows as he leafed through the pages, it looked far too dense for his liking. “What’s your name?” he asked without looking up from the book. The girl reluctantly informed him that her name was Scarlett, and that, of course, drew a smirk to his lips. “Scarlett because of the hair I assume?” he grinned, gesturing towards her fiery locks. Just as she was about to answer, Sebastian heard a familiar voice over his shoulder. “Bash, stop bothering the poor girl.” Dorian had a bag slung over his shoulder and was pacing in the opposite direction, “Ah, just the man I was looking for.” Sebastian began to follow after his friend, who seemed to be headed towards the great hall, but couldn’t resist turning back towards the red headed girl “See you around, Scarlett.” he smirked, handing the book over to her before sauntering away.

When Sebastian and Dorian reached the great hall, they sat down on either side of Essie. Sebastian never knew what to say around Esfir, what with them being informally engaged - not by their own doing but by their parents. Still, in Sebastian’s mind he was free to flirt and enjoy the company of other women until the day the pair signed their marriage agreement, if their arranged marriage ever came to fruition. He glanced over at Dorian, who seemed to be watching Kiara and Saber from a distance. Bash couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “Shore thinks he owns the damn place doesn’t he?” His companions did not seem to share his distaste for Saber, but they didn’t have time to discuss the matter any further. A hush settled over the great hall as Headmaster Volkova took the stand and began speaking.


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[Edric Blight]

The Cramwell Boys​

“Hey! Stop touching me! Knock it off Coop!” groaned an irritated voice. “I’m not touching you!” replied another similar voice, a voice that sounded full of lies. “Yes you are, get your hands off me!” said the first voice. “Why don’t you make me?” challenged the second voice. Before either of the two voices could get at each other’s throats again, another voice stepped in. “That’s enough, boys!” said the clear voice of an adult. “Can’t you two stop bickering for five minutes?” the adult asked.

“He started it!” said the second. “What? No I didn’t! He’s just trying to be annoying! Piss off Cooper!” said the first boy’s voice. “Stop it you two! Can you please get along for you father and I? We’re going to miss you so very much,” said the adult woman’s voice. “Mum, you do this every year, you send us off to Hogwarts and almost cry,” said Cooper, “When are you gonna get used to it?” he asked. “Never, honey,” replied the mother.

Eventually a steam engine train hissed to a stop as it arrived in the station. “All aboard! Express train to Hogwarts here!” yelled a conductor’s voice. “There it is, good bye boys. Behave please,” said the mother. “Quinn? Make sure your brother doesn’t get into too much trouble….” said the mom. “Right,” replied Quinn with a single nod of his head. “No promises!” snickered Cooper with a devious grin. Quinn just rolled his eyes and shook his head.

After saying goodbye and giving hugs and kisses to their mother and father, the two boys, Cooper and Quinn, were off to return to the Hogwarts School. The Cramwell boys were both 15 years old, soon-to-be fifth years. You would think they were younger with the way the fussed and fought. One of them, the dirty blonde haired Cooper, was a Gryffindor and played Quidditch as a seeker. The other, Quinn, had dark colored hair and was a Slytherin, playing chaser for his Quidditch team. The two boys went their separate ways and boarded the train, sitting down and preparing for the long ride to Hogwarts.

That wasn’t too long ago.

Now every student was back at Hogwarts for the start of another school year.

Quinn Cramwell - Slytherin 5th year​

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Finally, at long last, Quinn was back at Hogwarts. There were so many things he loved about Hogwarts. Learning, the food, the friends, and of course, the sports. There was something so magical about Hogwarts- both literally and figuratively. Quinn couldn’t wait for classes to start back up, but of course he’d have to wait until tomorrow. Tonight were the beginning of the term festivities in the Great Hall!

Quinn was glad to have a break from his annoying one-day-older brother Cooper on the train ride here. Cooper was always annoying but was being particularly relentless on the journey to the train station and on the platform waiting for the train. For Quinn, it was like he was the only one who saw his older brother’s imperfections. He was a lousy student, slacked off all the time, pranked people way too often, and only cares about playing Quidditch. He was a bit of a jock. It always bothered Quinn what little regard his brother held his education.

Tonight it was time for the welcoming and commencement feast in the Great Hall. Quinn tightened his white and emerald green Slytherin tie and flattened his black robes, making his way down to the Great Hall. He hadn’t eaten much on the train so his stomach was pretty empty. The welcoming feast was certainly a welcome gesture.

As Quinn as making his way to the Great Hall, he suddenly felt a slap to the back of his head. “Oww! What the hell?!” shouted Quinn in pain and confusion. He then turned around to hear the familiar giggling laughter of his older brother. Quinn rolled his eyes and scoffed immediately upon seeing Cooper.

“What was that for Cooper? And what are you even doing anyways? Don’t you have your Gryffindor teammates to go fuck around with?” Quinn asked, crossing his arms. “Figured I’d give my baby bro a big welcome back to Hogwarts!” Cooper snickered. Quinn rolled his eyes again. “Knock it off Coop. No one thinks you’re funny. You’re not funny and you never have been…” muttered the slightly younger brother. “Go buzz off and annoy someone else, yea?” Quinn suggested. Cooper exhaled and rolled his eyes. “Fine. You’re no fun…” said Coop as he left his brother alone finally.

Little did Quinn know (but he should’ve definitely expected) his brother would quite literally take his suggestion to heart. Quinn sighed and shook his head as he and his brother parted ways. He made his way over to the Slytherin table where he joined a few of his fellow Slytherin teammates. Quinn couldn’t wait for the Quidditch season to get underway again. “How’s it going lads?” Quinn greeted the table.

Interacting with any Slytherin Quidditch player that might be at the table in the Great Hall

Cooper Cramwell - Gryffindor 5th year​

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Cooper was back at Hogwarts and honestly ready to cause more mayhem than ever. Many students knew him as either the talented seeker for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, or just as a general nuisance who did nothing but goof off and pull pranks on people all day. You either loved or you hated Cooper- no in between. And that was exactly the way he liked it.

Sometimes Cooper was a bit of an airhead. He couldn’t help himself. He chuckled to himself as he grinned and turned around, separating from him brother, who it seemed was just too easy to piss off. If there was one thing Cooper loved it was riling people up. Too bad he was good at it.

He then realized that he was going to be late for the welcome feast and began to bolt into the Great Hall towards the Gryffindor table. As he was running, he wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings. Suddenly, he collided with another student. “Oof!” he grunted as he crashed into someone. He then turned to see who it was.

It was a blonde haired girl in black and blue Ravenclaw robes. But this wasn’t just any girl- she was familiar to Cooper. He knew her. It was Persephone Fairley, a fellow 5th year. Seeing it was someone who he didn’t particularly like (and someone he KNEW did not like him at all), he smirked mischievously and leaned back, crossing his arms and puffing out his chest arrogantly.

“Watch where you’re going, Ravenclaw,” he spat, even though there was no doubt that this collision was entirely Cooper’s fault. “Guess they don’t teach you sense of direction in dueling club, huh?” he teased with a smirk, hoping to get under the girl’s skin. Cooper was a proud Quidditch player and thought it was the superior activity. To him, dueling club was silly and pointless.

“You know it’s kinda cute watching you guys wave your wands around at each other. Such a simple minded activity,” he said with a cheeky grin, talking down about the dueling club. “You should come watch one of Gryffindor’s Quidditch games, let Cramwell show you how it’s done,” he said with a boastful smile. “But then again it’s probably too complicated and fast paced for your mind to follow,” he chuckled.

Interacting with Persephone MissMadi

 

[LupinHallow]

Scarlett Gibbons - 6th Year- Ravenclaw
Interacting with Sebastian WanderLust. (and the open to anyone)


Scarlet had gotten her stuff put away in the dorms rather quickly when she had arrived at Hogwarts, wanting to just get as fast to the library as she could. The less chit chat with the dorm-mates the better……..Socializing wasn’t exactly her thing. It was a little tough to talk to other people when you don’t exactly have the same level of social skills. She was aware that was her own fault being much happier with her nose in a book than gabbing with other students. She was much happier learning something new than just mindless chit chat.


And for 5 years of school at Hogwarts thus far , She had managed to get away with it. Somehow……She wasn’t exactly putting in the effort to do so. She had finally made it to the Library happily walking inside to find the newest magical book to check out. Stuff she couldn’t get back home. Her entire family was muggles except for well her now. It did make her feel a little different…..In a good way actually! Gave her a level of knowledge that even her parents did not possess. Wandering through the shelves perusing the to find her latest read. Humming softly to herself as she finally made it too the Non-fiction section. Which was frankly more to her liking than the silly fiction books a lot of girls her age seemed to read. But she was entirely against it…..She did like a good romance novel on occasion. But that wasn’t something she’d ever read at school. Hogwarts was for learning anyhow! Bright blue eyes scanned the shelves to find a book that would peek her interest at the time. Finding one a few shelves to high, glancing around to see if she could find something to stand on briefly. But she had no luck and her wand was back in the dorm.


Scarlett shook her head for a moment before standing on her tip toes and reached as high as she could the book still just barely out of reach. Being short was not the best for libraries especially at Hogwarts. A frown moving across her lips. “ Come on…” She mumbled to herself. Before noticing a hand moving up to grab the book. She was about to say something as she moved to stand properly on her feet again. “ Hey I was gonna reach it….” She replied softly, the frown still across her lips before she left it before finally looking up at the other student before her. Her eyes widening for a moment before hearing what he said. Giving a soft nod to his ‘Bookworm’ comment. That was pretty much a given with her being in the library already. When He asked for her name, She hesitated before replying softly. " Scarlett". Glancing back down at the book still in his hands as she still really really wanted to read it. Rolling her eyes briefly for a moment when he made the comment about being named after her hair.

She wasn't trying to be rude.....It was just something she had heard maybe a few times to many. When she had opened her mouth to finally answer him once more, another male student appeared out of nowhere. Before He moved to go follow him. Making her frown once more as He was talking the book with him. The book she was originally after. Before, He turned back and handed her back the book and leaving so confidently. The smirk on his face again......Was something a bit too much for her that time as Her cheeks flushed red for a moment as she lifted up the book to hide her face just in case He turned around or something when he was on the way out. " See you around....." She replied a bit too late after He left. Moving to go bring the book to a table to allow herself a moment to regain her composure. Finally putting the book down as she took a breath willing for her red cheeks to go away. When she finally regained her composure, She walked over to see about checking the book out of the library before making her own way to the Great Hall. Moving to go sit with the other Ravenclaw and happily opening the book to hopefully just read in peace even for a little while.





Algernon A Ainsley II - 7th Year- Hufflepuff

Interacting with Eliza MissMadi


Summer was finally over and the time to return to Hogwarts was in full swing! Algernon was very eager to get to Hogwarts…...Having to listen to his father regale them for about the thousandth time about all his adventures of his youth during the summer was starting to grow old……. Very old. It wasn’t even just the fact He had to listen to the man’s tales all the time. But they shared the same name too………Always living in this man’s shadow it seems. Being the only one in the entire family not sorted in Gryffindor did have its consequences too as it was a constant thing He was teased about. Another thing that made the summers unbearable…... But Algernon truly didn’t mind being in Hufflepuff, It honestly suited him just fine. Yeah, He did have some Gryffindor traits, but He was what you’d expect from a Hufflepuff. Having practically given an entire rant about it most of the end of the way to Hogwarts. Not relaying every detail……That wasn’t exactly necessarily important, cause who wanted to hear every detail that he had to endure of the adventures? Not even truly remembering every detail the man said anyways, something about the mountains in Brazil or something......He wasn't exactly sure. The summers always seemed unbearably long because of that. Deep Blue eyes staring out the window of the compartment for a little while.


Loyalty was a big thing for him as well as many other traits of the house. But that was a story for another time. Glancing over at a longtime friend of his Eliza as the train finally pulled to a halt at the train station. Giving her a small grin. He probably had gotten on her nerves that train ride complaining about his summer, but it was just nice to see her again. Taking a breath as He got up off the couch of the compartment as he stretched a bit to loosen up a little after sitting down for a long period of time. " Looks like we are finally at Hogwarts!" He replied cheerfully. Before moving to stand in the opening on the compartment trying not to bump his head on anything, bending over when needed before finally being able to stand at his full height. Before offering a hand to her politely. “Do you need any help gathering your things?” He offered lightly with a gentle smile. He had grown rather fond of her over the years but pretty much kept it too himself for the time being. The last thing, He had wanted to do in the past was possibly ruin a close friendship. But with it being the final year of Hogwarts…. Who knows what could happen? The possibilities are endless!


Taking his wand out of his other pocket with his free hand. Running his fingers along the rune inscribed wand briefly for a moment before casting a spell quickly to gather his items before putting his wand away back into his pocket and pulling up the handle of his travel trunk. To drag it along with him and simply put his trusty wand back into his pocket to keep safe and sound. Thankful for having this since the first year of attending Hogwarts. Not having a pet as well kind of helped with not having a ton of stuff to take with him either. But sometimes He regretted his parents not allowing him to have a pet. But He waited patiently to see if she took his hand or asked him to help her with something else. As people started heading off the train into the station to head into Hogwarts. Glancing behind him to make sure that He wasn’t in anyone’s way moving as needed before turning back to continue smiling at her. “ I apologize for ranting about my summer almost the entire train ride too……..I am sure that was the last thing you wanted to hear” He replied sheepishly with an awkward chuckle rubbing the back of his neck ruffling the edging of his dirty blonde hair as He awaited her response. Moving to pull his trunk with his free hand to get it out of her way. Moving a little bit out of the way to make a little more room for her.




Bohdi Henderson- 7th year- Hufflepuff
Interacting with Graham qunqun


Bohdi had gone straight to his dorm from the station. Dragging his bag along with him as He opened his bag immediately going to start unpacking his items and getting everything ready for the new term at Hogwarts. Making sure everything was put away neatly and organized and in just the right spots to make everything as simple as possible. Simplicity was the best thing anyways. Once He had gotten everything done, He glanced at the clock before jumping up. “Ahh! I got to get going!” He said mainly to himself before making sure his robes were just on right and the tie was tied correctly. Which was something He struggled with a lot. But He after one last check over before Running out the dorm and through the common room. Although the walk to the great hall wasn’t very far from the Hufflepuff dorms being right near the kitchens and all!.


After a while Bohdi was running down the hallway trying to get to the Great Hall in time before the welcome feast after quickly putting his things away in the dorms. Not wanting to be late at all as He was cutting it quite close. “I’m going to be late…. late…. late……. For merlin’s sake…...I can’t be late” He Fretted outloud to himself very worried that He could get into trouble. Not exactly paying attention to where He was stepping as he speeds down the hall as fast as his legs would take him. The Hufflepuff 7th year was usually always early and the thought of being late to anything made him super-duper nervous. Turning his head to make the correct turn to head towards the correct flight of stairs before crashing into another student. Before falling onto his bum. “Ouch….” He winced for a moment before looking up apologetically at the other student. “Ah I am so very sorry….so very sorry…. For running into you!!” He stammered very overwhelmed still at the thought of being late and for crashing into another student at all. Fumbling his words as his cheeks flushed in embarrassment. As He slowly rose to his feet as pushing himself up off the ground before brushing himself off. Letting out an embarrassed sigh. “I am so very sorry once again……” He replied with a quick sheepish smile before offering out a hand to help the other up just in case.



He blinked slowly, finally actually looking at the other student noticing the Gryffindor robes blinking slowly. He was so bad with names sometimes. “Oh, um My bad again……My name is Bohdi….” He replied politely hoping the Gryffindor might tell him his name so He can give a more proper apology even though he repeatedly had said sorry several times. He wasn’t trying to be a nuisance or anything. Bohdi was just extremely worried about upsetting people. His feet nervously tapping on the ground eyeing the clock up on the wall wanting to make sure everything was okay before He finally scurried off to the Great Hall to get settled in for the Welcome Feast. But He waited patiently to give the other ample to respond and help when He can if needed. Bohdi was a patient person nonetheless and was very kind natured and bumping into someone and being late wasn’t something He was intending on, but He wanted to make things right. Kindness always went a long way anyways. Especially wanting to get things off on the right foot especially at the start of term. Hogwarts was a magical place and He in his naivety wanted to keep it as such. Especially with it being his final year here.

 

[MissMadi]

Eliza Fairley - Gryffindor - 7th Year
Interacting With: Algernon LupinHallow
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Eliza picked a bit of fluff off of her uniform, train conversations having died down as they approached their destination, the last time for the two people in the small compartment. Her eyes raked over the badge pinned to her robes. No longer just a prefect, she was head girl. Frankly, when she received the news, even Liz couldn’t believe it. Her Auntie Viola had given her the news herself and even Liz’s father and step-mother couldn’t resist sending her a letter of congratulations that detailed the subtle hints as to how much they had already bragged to high society about her new position. She didn’t particularly like the thought, but humble as she wanted to be, she had to admit that being Hogwart’s head girl was a uniquely prestigious opportunity. It opened doors for her future that would have otherwise been heavily sealed shut.

Despite his excitement and stature, it wasn’t until Algernon’s hand invaded her narrowed sight that Liz popped her head up with surprised stare before looking out of the window and seeing the recognizable exterior of Hogsmeade Station. There was a buzz in the air, people grabbing their things and getting ready to make their way down to the castle. The trip had felt as if it went by much quicker than usual. In part, it was because of the prefect meeting. But this time it wasn’t her listening to the instructions being given to her by the head girl and boy, it was Liz giving those instructions. But, honestly, that meeting hadn’t taken up too much of her time. The reality of the situation was that Liz was nervous. This was her most important year of schooling, and her last one. NEWTS, head girl duties, and extracurriculars. She was even hoping to get in good with their potions professor to see about taking steps toward a potions mastery. But it was also her last chance to follow in her Auntie’s footsteps and find herself a 7th year sweet heart, though she wouldn’t ever tell anyone about it. She wasn’t one to push matters of the heart, and certainly not to let the world know it.

Feeling herself drift back into her thoughts, it was only right that an annoyance would bring her out of her day dreams. Not Algernon, he was the exact opposite of annoying. If anything, she was the one who pestered him. But his apologizing for things he didn’t need to apologize for? She hated that. Liz took his hand and let him help her up, the top of her head falling only three or so inches below his, as the pair of towering 7th years stood in their compartment. “Al, promise me this is the year you’ll stop apologizing for everything. I enjoy hearing you talk about your family issues. Makes me feel like I’m back in the cold sitting room of my step-mother’s chambers.” She patted him on the shoulder, sending him a teasing smirk. “Now be a dear and help your head girl with her trunk. It’s so heavy and full with all my many head girl things.” She whined, but the smirk never left her face. Algernon was just about the only person outside of her family that Liz was comfortable to act so playfully with. To most everyone else, she was the strong-willed, independent, and hard-to-read Eliza Fairley. To Al, she was Liz, and Liz had a habit of teasing the people she cared about.

“It actually has a featherlight charm on it, but my back is kind of stuff from the train ride. Can you just help me bring it off of the train?” She asked, more earnestly now and with a genuine smile, peaking out to see if the walkway was clear enough to get their things out. “Looks like we’re good to go. Ready, Al?”

Arthur Allen - Hufflepuff - 5th Year
Interacting With: Autumn SavannahSmiles​

Arthur helped Autumn up into the Thestral-drawn carriage. Some people chose to walk up to the castle, enjoying the cool evening breeze and beautiful scenery up through the gates and into the castle grounds. Arthur wasn’t afforded that luxury. In other circumstances, he was certain that he would be one of those who chose to walk from Hogsmeade station to Hogwarts, but he would rather not take ages to limp his way up there, and the first year boats were not available to him. So, it was the carriages for him.

He was happy to have company, at least. He had friends, of course. He was on the quidditch team, and that very much felt like a brother/sisterhood to him. Those were the people he went to war with. Blood, sweat, and tears were shed together. And he was also no more involved with Herbology than he had ever thought he would be, going as far as being part of a make-shift club. Those members were most definitely his friends as well. On of which, sat in front of him as he pulled himself up into the carriage, their trunks set to either side of them. Autumn, he figured, was Arthur’s closest friend in recent memory. She was a ray of sunshine not unlike those warm beams that flitted through the orange leaves during her namesake season. Maybe some people thought she was reserved and quiet, but Art knew that she was deeply caring, intelligent, and incredibly talented.

“So…” He trailed off, thinking about how to broach the subject on his mind. For as sociable as he normally was, he really was no-good at expressing his emotions. It was the sudden jolt of movement as carriages started to make the trek up to the castle that steeled his resolve. He undid the latches on his trunk, lifting the top and picking out the long box that was carefully wrapped inside. He shut the lid, latching it back careful, clearly taking his sweet time as he took a final steadying breath and turned to Autumn. He shoved the gift straight into her much smaller hands. The box was wrapped in yellow paper with pink lollipop drawings on it, a pink bow was tied on top of it.

“My mom did it… And I know it looks like it’s going to be candy, but it isn’t. Though, I guess I should have gotten you candy too. Sorry… Promise to get you some in Hogsmeade.” He paused for a moment, then spoke up again. “The color range is sort of limited, but I’m sure you can mix them. The bottles are enchanted to be never ending.” They were paints, oil-based. He was told by the shop-keep he visited that it was a must-have set for any serious painter, but Arthur was pretty sure that was just something he had been told to secure the sale. But since Art didn’t know much of anything about painting, he figured he’d go with the recommended item. “I don’t know if that’s what you use, but even if you don’t, I guess they could be fun to experiment with?” He scratched at the back of his head, ruffling his hair and making part of it stand out at the back. Then he looked her right in the eyes and smiled. “Happy birthday, Autumn.”

Persephone Fairley - Ravenclaw - 5th Year
Interacting With: Cooper Edric Blight​

Persephone Fairley was having a horrible day. The manor had been in disarray since early in the morning. Dishes were broken, voices were raised, and things were said that should never have been uttered. “That… That thing is a menace, Persephone. We should have never welcomed it into this house. It is evil.” Morgan Fairley was out of line. She had a penchant for dramatics, and while Persephone was normally eager to indulge, and even partake in those theatrics, her mother gone too far.

“I will have you know, mummy, that Periwinkle is an angel. And I will hear no more such slander from you!” The auburn-colored Kneazle balled up on her lap and hugged dangerously tight to her chest had, apparently, broken her mother’s favorite tea set.

“Seph, do not test me, or so help me I will lock you and that dingy cat up until you’ve put back my tea set piece by bloody piece!”

“He is NOT a cat, and he is not dingy! Peri is a Kneazle, mum. Surely you of all people appreciate the difference between magical and non-magical blood.” She spat, glaring hatefully at Morgan. It was a touchy subject. Forbidden, practically. Persephone knew that, but nobody messed with Periwinkle and left unscathed.

“You are grounded, young lady. For a year. Go to your room and stay there with your Kneazle.” Morgan’s eye was twitching, a telltale sign that Persephone recognized as pure, unadulterated fury.

“You can’t..! I have school, mum! The express leaves today! Father would never allow it.” She was aware she sounded like an uptight trust-fund teen, but she was Persephone Fairley. She was an uptight trust-fund teen.

“You are MY daughter, Persephone! You will do as I say. Your father already raised one foolish daughter. I will not let you become a disappointment like Eliz-”

Another tea set nearby Seph — this one not nearly as precious as the aforementioned one — cracked and then broke as Persephone abruptly stood, glaring daggers at her mother as Periwinkle scampered away. “You do not get to speak her name, mother.” Cold. Seph was frigid now. Anger so hot that the entire room felt as though it had fallen several degrees by comparison. “Never again…”

That was how Persephone had missed the train and was forced to have her Auntie Viola get special permission to floo them both into the headmaster’s office the evening of the first day of term at Hogwarts. By the time she made her way down to the great hall and started walking to the Ravenclaw table, there was so much on her mind that she never saw the equally tall boy on a direct collision course heading toward her. His momentum, unfortunately, was greater, and it bumped Seph back as she stumbled and landed awkwardly on her side, no doubt bruising her hip. “Freaking, ow… Who..?”

She was cut off by the sight of him. Of all people, it just had to be Cooper Cramwell. She stood up immediately, ignoring the throbbing pain on her side as her eyes squinted slightly and glared absolute hatred at the Gryffindor dimwit. “Shut it, Gryffindork.” She seethed in response. But then he continued yapping and his words changed her demeanor entirely. She fiddled with the hem of her robes, and looked away. Was she being.. Bashful? Was Seph blushing? “Oh… C-cute? Really? You think it’s… I’m c-cute?” She bit her bottom lip, looking up at him with eyes that were suddenly so much larger and like a puppy’s now that she wasn’t glaring at him.

“I… Um, I’m really glad you think that, actually…” She was grabbing onto a piece of her long blond hair now, twirling it with a finger. “Seriously, because, well…” Her face hardened, sneering as if she had just then smelled something horrible. “Because I think you and your brainless quidditch cronies are a bunch of sweaty, disgusting, egotistical rats! So take that silly little toy you fly around on and cram it well up you-know-where, Cramwell. Just… Grow up already, you bloody git!” Seph huffed, irritated as she quickly walked away from him before he could say anything else to her, willing herself to not visibly wince with every painful step she took on her bruised hip.

 

[Victory]

Augustus "Auggie" James- Ravenclaw- 6th year
Interacting with Skyri Sanctuaryforall1 (and whomever else)


After a long and quite uneventful train ride……Auggie had gone straight from the station to the dorms to put his things tidily away, spending a good amount of time putting things away. Eventually sitting down on his bed before fixing up the uniform, looking around the dorm happy to be back at school. He did love spending the summer with his grandmother, but it was nice being around people that he had more in common with. Letting out a small sigh before attempting to fix his hair, just trying to brush a few stray strands out of his face. He was so ready to get back to the Greenhouse and just do anything in Herbology really, so He was so ready for classes to start.Also, the Herbology club would be starting soon which He was so ready for. But that wasn’t the most exciting part of being back in school! Not at all……Herbology was what he loved learning wise yes……But even though He had seen her over the summer, He was looking forward to seeing Skyri again, hoping to be able to spot her in the Great Hall. It shouldn't be too difficult as they were both in the same house and would be sitting at the same table.


Finally get up off the bed to brush off his uniform before heading down from the Ravenclaw tower to head down the many steps and hallways to get towards the Great Hall. It always seemed rather endless with how large Hogwarts happened to be, the staircases always moving made it very difficult sometimes to find your way around. It never ceased to amaze him with all the new things you could notice every year of attending this magical school. He was sure, He wasn't the only one who felt such a thing anyhow as you can always discover something new and exciting at Hogwarts.When He finally made it to the entrance to the Great Hall, He paused for a moment glancing around just kind of taking things in before finally walking into the big hall. Looking around as everything as He made his way towards the Ravenclaw table giving a polite nod to anyone who acknowledged him as He passed. More focused on looking for a certain someone than anything else.

Finally making it to the table trying to see if He could Spot her amongst the many faces at the table slowly making his way around the table. Rising on his tip toes to see if He could spot her amongst the group. He wasn't exactly short but with students of various heights it could be rather difficult to find a face amongst the crowd at the table. Stopping every so often to reach into his pockets as He stood there as his brown eyes searched the table without moving. Before starting up to walk again before heading to walk some more of the table to try and spot her once more.Making one more circle around the table before he finally spotted her. A smile grew slowly on his face as He made his way over too her. Moving up to stand behind her as He reached into his own pocket to pull out the flower, He had charmed to last to surprise her with. Finally reaching over to tap her on the shoulder softly. “Guess who?” He chuckled softly.




Cassiopeia Bernadette- Gryffindor- 5th year
(Open to anyone)

The long-awaited return to Hogwarts was upon them! Cassiopeia was so excited to be returning to the wizarding school. Full of new and fun ideas to perhaps cause some mischief around the school once more. The now 5th year Gryffindor student had a small penchant for causing a little trouble for her fellow students. It was all harmless pranks, nothing nefarious……It had gotten her in trouble sometimes though. The Metamorphmagus had been one of the first people off the train and quickly had put her things away in the dorm. Well, her version of put away……It was all strewn out onto her bed for her to deal with later, some of the items haphazardly on the floor around her bed as well. Her room buddies wouldn’t mind that…...hopefully? Though that didn't entirely cross her mind in the slightest before, she did it anyhow. Not like she was the most organized student or anything. She kinda didn't always pay attention in classes anyhow. Preferring much finding others way to enjoy school. It wasn't that she wasn't bright or anything of the sort....Just other things in life had her attention more.


She would hardly be there anyhow except for sleeping and getting ready anyhow or the occasional grabbing of supplies for her many antics. She had stared into the mirror in the room for a few minutes humming as her hair flipped through an array of colors ranging from blue, to pink, to purple and so on before landing on her natural blonde for the moment as she ran her fingers through it nervously. She didn’t have full control of it yet so it could possibly change throughout the day. Her hair kind of went with her mood it seemed unless she really concentrated. “You got this“ She told herself in the mirror giving herself a small smile trying to hype herself up. But was struggling with the tie for a minute after straightening out her robe,, her fingers fumbling with it in many directions trying to get the proper loop to be able to tie it. Before letting out a groan and giving up on the tie for the moment, just throwing it around her neck for the moment. It could be dealt with later, perhaps with some help. If somehow would look past all the pranks she pulled in the past to even help her anyhow!



She wasn’t planning any tricks for that day at least. She wanted to just kind of see what the energy was around her for the year before she even went that route as the professors would probably be extra vigilant this early in the year anyhow. Letting out a small sigh as she finally made her way down to the Great Hall. Trudging into the big dining hall before plopping down at an empty spot at the Gryffindor table giving a nod of greeting to those around her. “Would it be anyway possible for someone to help me with the tie?......I still can’t seem to get it?” she asked politely, giving the most innocent tone she could muster. She really couldn’t tie the tie anyhow; the technique somehow was a bit hard for her to grasp. Giving a glance at those around her, hoping someone would look beyond her past antics and offer her assistance. Tapping her fingers lightly onto the table trying to keep herself busy as she waited for an answer as her foot tapping on the ground as well. Cassiopeia always had a bit of trouble sitting still, preferring to be able move around a bit more.

 

[Sanctuaryforall1]

Reesa

Mood: ...

Location: Great Hall

Interactions: Ana, Professor Volkova

This time of year had always been one of the most exciting for Reesa. It was when she would get to race off into a new school year, see all of her friends, return to quidditch and dueling club, have late night hangout with her housemates, it was when she would thrive. As the slender hands of the clock raced each other in an endless loop that represented the hours passing that bubbling excitement never came. Instead dark pools of dread lapped at her soul, their tides swelling further and further with each passing heartbeat and as the shrill whistle of the Hogwarts Express sounded in the distance Reesa could almost feel her lungs filling as the terror began to drown her. She had been in isolation ever since the attack with only her Aunt and Ana allowed anywhere near her up until a week ago. Now just about every professor in the school had been made aware of her situation, Head Master Volkova having thoroughly assessed her, and Reesa still feared it wouldn’t be enough. She was no longer meant to be around others, she was a danger to all of her friends and the members of her house. Dark feelings clawed at her soul as a voice in the back of her mind muttered that perhaps her mother had been right that dreary day just over a month ago when she drew her wand on Reesa.

The haunting shadows around her broke when the anchor of sanity and soul came bursting into the room like a whirlwind of sunshine. Ana had been one of the few reasons Reesa had bothered to keep going, to keep trying even on the days she wanted to give up the most. She could never leave Ana and the idea of ever letting her sister down killed her. So long as Ana needed her Reesa would keep standing tall against the storm because she would never forgive herself if Ana were to shed a tear because of her. “Not so fast, little fish.” Reesa called out and fastened her grip on Ana before her little sister could race out the door. Little fish was a fond nickname the blonde had given her little sister when they were small. Ana had always been hard to catch, slippery as a fish, thus Reesa had taken to calling her sister the nickname with great fondness. “You look like you had a fist fight with the whomping willow.” Her voice was light and she half forced a chuckle that became more natural the longer it sounded from her throat. Swiftly she worked her fingers through the tangles and her hands wove the platinum locks of her little sister's hair into a pretty braid down her back. As Ana insisted they hurry, Reesa did her best to finish up and winced as she stood to reach for her robe, the wounds along her back and stomach still healing all these weeks later. Her heart sank when Ana’s apology came and in an instant her little sister was at her side trying to help her. “No, no, Ana I’ve got it.” She insisted with a wince as her sister's arm brushed along her lower back where some scratches lay. “Thank you. I promise I’m fine.” She insisted. The last thing Reesa wanted was the first day back ruined for her little sister.

The duo departed towards the great hall and Reesa took it a bit slower than her sister, Ana clearly picking up speed the closer they got. Just before rounding the corner into the great hall Reesa’s heart began to pound uncontrollably in her chest and for a moment she felt like she was suffocating. All the voices, the scents, the vibrations of hundreds of hearts overwhelmed her for a moment and Reesa bit back a whimper as she pressed her pained back against the stone wall. As rapidly as the sensory overload had begun, it ended and the blonde sucked in a breath almost greedily. Blinking her minty gaze a few times Reesa stood and made sure she looked at least semi-sane before turning to enter the great hall. As soon as she entered she spotted Ana standing before Professor Volkova. “Shit.” She breathed and cut her way through the crowd. “Ana, there you are.” She called out trying to help her sister out of an awkward situation. “I’m sure Lydia and Skyri are desperate to see you.” She continued as she reached her sister's side and looked up at the headmaster almost challengingly. He was one of the few people who knew her secret which made her…cautious. “Professor Volkova, this must be a busy night for you. Don’t let us distract you.”

Wolfiee WanderLust.

code by Stardust Galaxy

 

[Sanctuaryforall1]

Skyri

Mood: Excited

Location: Great Hall

Interactions: Ana, Lydia, Auggie

If the day ever came that Skyri was asked to look back on her life and think of her happiest memories, a time such as this would easily come to mind. She loved being with her family without a doubt but Lydia and Ana were as much family to her as the rest of her siblings. The rush she felt when the three of them locked into the first group hug of a new school year was what she imagined could one day be used to summon the purest and strongest of patronuses. The joy she felt when they were finally back together again for a new school year helped Skyri to feel at ease and forget all her insecurities and doubts. “I missed you both so much! I hate that I can’t sneak into the Hufflepuff common room to surprise you like I can Lydia!” Skyri playfully pouted as she wrapped both her arms around her two best friends and smiled so hard her glasses began to slide over her cheeks and go crooked. Shooting her hands up towards her face to catch her glasses before they crashed onto the ground or table Skyri gasped which quickly turned into laughter. “Merlin's beard! I’m already a mess!” She chuckled and knew full well that every fiber of her being lacked the grace her sisters so effortlessly exuded. Fixing her large pale rimmed glasses back onto the bridge of her nose Skyri caught the slight dash of movement out of the corner of her eye. “BUMBLEBARB NO!” She gasped and lunged across the table to where her pet Niffler was shoving as many spoons as he could into his pouch. “What have I told you about manners?” She scolded the little white and tan Niffler lightly as she carefully turned him upside down and gave his body a gentle tickle. All across the table in front of her spoons, forks, coins, and even a locket poured out in a loud clatter that was luckily drowned out by the voices of students shouting greetings to one another all around her.

Carefully placing Bumblebarb on her lap Skyri’s face turned bright red with embarrassment at the display before her. “I bet every spoon in the great hall is here.” She groaned and rubbed her temple as she hoped no one would hold this minor inconvenience against her. Looking over at Ana and Lydia her sulking was cut short as she noticed the two of them barely containing their laughter. “Stop, it’s not funny! Don’t encourage him!” She attempted to scold but her words came out laced with her own unadulterated laughter. “He picks up these awful habits from you two! Ronan had to bust him out of Gringotts just last week!” Her story only made partial sense as she snorted with laughter through the majority of it and shook her head. “I give up! You two are impossible!”

Jokingly turning away from her two best friends Skyri was about to address Saber and Kiara who were not too far away when hands suddenly a white carnation appeared in front of her. The sudden appearance of her favorite flower mixed with the scent of marigolds and ferns sent another wave of joy crashing over her soul. She knew who it was standing behind her but his voice still rang like music to her ears. “Auggie!” The young freckled girl gasped with delight as she jumped up to turn and face her boyfriend, her arm carefully cradling Bumblebarb who had already begun grabbing at the cutlery again. “I missed you so much! How is your grandma? Did she get those cookies my mom and I made for her? Did you try any? You grew! Or did I shrink? Did you hear Sabrina is going to be a professor this year? You look so handsome! Did you grow this carnation yourself?” She blurted all at once, clearly ecstatic to be reunited with her boyfriend and attempting to make up for lost time in one breath. Realizing all she had just said her eyes widened and she ducked her head in embarrassment. “I am so sorry, I just went on and on.” Skyri apologized, mortified that she had just managed to talk probably everyone around her ear off so quickly. “Did I happen to mention I missed you?” She inquired innocently, hoping to make up for embarrassing herself so thoroughly just a moment prior.

WanderLust. Victory

code by Stardust Galaxy

 

[BOKEH.]

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gryffindor

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mood

happy and energetic

location

great hall

interactions

Cassie

tags

Victory

It felt as if the young Gryffindor had been traveling for years. Only days ago, Ines had returned to her father's residence after spending the majority of her summer in Argentina and the Falkland Islands, and then she was en route for Hogwarts. It was safe to say that the dark-haired beauty spent the train ride fighting to keep her eyes from fluttering shut and her head from lolling to the side. She almost felt bad for any of the poor souls she might have interacted with on the train because she was sure some of her words had slurred together. She was grateful when the train finally came to a jarring halt at Hogsmeade Station because it gave her an excuse to stop nodding off.

As much as she enjoyed her summer travels and visiting with her family, she was pleased to be back at Hogwarts for another year. It was peculiar to think she had gone the first part of her life completely unaware of the existence of all things magic. Magic was the kind of thing she had read in books or had seen in movies—she had never expected magic to be real. But now, she was starting her fifth year at Hogwarts, and she could not envision a life without the presence of magic. Where would she have ended up had her mother never died and she had never come to live with her father? Did her mother know that her father was a wizard? There were so many questions that Ines had considered, yet she would probably never know the answers to.

Upon her arrival at Hogwarts, the petite girl had been quick to drag her suitcase up to her chambers. She hadn't bothered to unpack her things yet as she was eager to join the other students who had undoubtedly already made their way down to the great hall. Instead, she tossed her luggage on her bed, which made a soft thump as it hit her bed and caused the metal zipper pulls to clink against the hard casing of her suitcase. She then hurried out of the dorms to make an appearance in the great hall.

The sound of chatter filled Ines's ears as she entered the lively, expansive dining hall, bringing a smile to her lips. Her dark eyes flickered about her familiar surroundings as she made her way to the Gryffindor table and settled into the first open seat she could find.

“Would it be any way possible for someone to help me with the tie? I still can’t seem to get it?”

The feminine voice drew her attention towards the blonde next to her. Cassiopeia. Yes, that's who it was. The two of them were in the same year, and the bluish-green-eyed girl was known for her playful personality and mischief. Nonetheless, Ines turned in her seat to face the other girl with a bright expression.

"Here, let me help you with that." she said amicably, reaching out towards Cassie to help her with her stubborn tie.

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[Sanctuaryforall1]

Saber

Mood: Excited

Location: Great Hall

Interactions: Skyri, Lydia, Kiara

Picking an apple from a random bowl of fruit resting in the center of the Ravenclaw common room Saber bit into it and smiled as Lydia growled at him and referred to him as a stray. “What? Scared I’ll shed on the furniture?” He smirked as he spoke, the apple far more delicious than he had been expecting. “Woof.” He added teasingly when she did nothing but glare back at him. She might think her glare intimidating but Saber truthfully found it rather endearing. The way her brow furrowed and her lips pulled into a cute little pout made annoying her all the more tempting. He and Lydia had never gotten along, an odd occurrence for Saber but not completely unwelcome. It could be tiring at times to get along perfectly with almost everyone he knows so having people like Lydia and Sebastian in his life certainly adds a pinch of spice. Turning the apple to bite again he gave a thoughtful chew as he followed his little sister and her friend through the Ravenclaw common room. Having not been in this part of the castle much in the past the young redheaded student didn’t realize he was on his way towards the girl's dorms until the door opened and he saw beds and trunks within. “Lydia, how forward of you to lead me here.” He teased as he pretended to be shocked by the scandal of it all. Her quick response that he wasn’t supposed to be there only resulted in Saber laughing as he turned to walk off, clearly entertained by the entire situation.

By the time Lydia finally finished changing the other students had certainly begun to arrive and thus their next move was to easily head to the great hall. At the mention of seeing Kiara again, Saber’s lips tugged into a small yet excited smile and his face grew a few shades closer to his hair color. “What can I say? Kiara knows I’m quite the catch.” He retorted with a wink and laughed as Skyri did her best to push him away from Lydia. “Now, now firecracker, calm your jets, I’m just messing around.” He chuckled and gently pushed his sister back. Behind the trio a large man followed at a distance but Saber didn’t bat an eye as he knew the figure was simply Ronan, the auror hired by his and Skyri’s father to protect them. One of the blessings and curses of being children to the Minister of Magic but Saber did his best not to cause too much trouble for the man. After all, he understood that Ronan had been assigned this position for a very good reason so making things harder for him wouldn’t be wise.

As the trio entered the Great Hall Saber instantly began to scan the crowd and pick out many familiar faces. A group of Hufflepuff girls were looking his way as he passed and he gave them a charming wink and nod, “Lovely to see such shining smiles ladies.” As he spoke the group of girls began to blush, giggle, and whisper to one another. Saber had always been incredibly gifted when it came to flirting and had certainly had his fair share of relationships in the past. “Marcy, Angela, I’m looking forward to seeing your brilliant brains at work during potions this year.” He interjected as he passed two lovely ladies, one from Slytherin and the other from Ravenclaw. As he drew closer to his sister's house table several girls waved him over and Saber could not refuse their pleas for him to come talk to them. Instantly he entered a bout of playful and harmless flirting, making sure to genuinely compliment the girls and remaining respectful as always. Several moments passed when suddenly the red-headed male felt a kiss on the cheek and picked up the expensive scent of Kiara’s perfume. “You know me, I’m quite the people pleaser.” He replied with a playful smile as he turned to look at his girlfriend. “But pleasing you is my number one goal. How am I doing so far my queen?” He purred as he leaned forward to give her a gentle yet sweet kiss on the lips in greeting.

WanderLust.

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[Wolfiee]

Ooc: working on a fancy

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Draven had chuckled very lightly when he was run into by Anastasia. His golden cat-like eyes stared down at her as she swiftly gave him an apology for her mistake. “Hm.”he murmured.”It’s alright just watch what you are doing from now on.”he commented before Reesa came running to her rescue. A silver eyebrow arched amused as Reesa seemed to watch him warily; it wasn't a surprise after all since he knew what she was. He was the headmaster after all he knew what everyone here was as they all needed his permission or approval to attend the school in the first place. Once the girls headed off to their house tables he made his way towards the front of the room. The man watched calmly as the sorting ceremony took place once everyone had been sorted it was his turn to make his announcements.

When he rose from his seat everyone became silent as he moved towards the podium looking around at them all. His gaze softened ever so slightly seeing how nervous the first years all looked. “Now that everyone has been sorted into their houses I shall make my announcements then the feast can begin.”he said looking over them all. “The Forbidden Forest is of course still closed to all students. You can not enter unless given permission or with a professor for one of your classes. If you are caught there without one of those reasons you risk being expelled.”he said, letting his tone shift to a more serious one so all students understood the gravity of it. “Also you will all follow the standard rules within the school. I expect my older students to know what the risks of breaking these rules are and to warn their younger students of the consequences.”he said before straightening up. “I also have some big news to announce.”he said before hearing the murmurs of excitement ripple before silence fell once more.

Once everyone was silent he looked over them all.”This year Hogwarts will be holding a competition very much similar to the triwizard cup from years previously. All students 17 and older may enter the competition as one student will be picked from each of the four houses to represent their house in the competition. I state this now do not take this lightly as the competition will be full of dangers. Anyone under the age of 17 years old won’t be able to put their name into the goblet as I myself will be casting an age line around it.”he said hearing the boos and hisses of the younger students. However with a look from him the place became silent once more.”The names will be drawn out during Halloween so you all have some time to prepare before then.”he said then with the clapping of his hands food filled the tables.”You may all eat now and enjoy it before bed.”he said before going to take his own seat once more.

 

[Sanctuaryforall1]

Esfir (Essie)

Mood: Curious

Location: Great Hall

Interactions: Sebastian

Her arrival back at Hogwarts was something she had been looking forward to all summer though it might not show outwardly as she maintained an icy and distant demeanor towards those around her. Honestly, as she expected for several others, Hogwarts was a place where she felt most at ease, or as at ease as she could get knowing her fate. Being back home in Russia was never easy due to her status as the chosen vessel for the eternally honored Baba Yaga. In her homeland, Essie knew she could trust no one, as friendly and generous as they might come across every person she knew was working to end her. They were only kind to her in the hopes of gaining favor when Baba Yaga eventually seizes full control of her body and mind leaving Essie to fade into nothingness. No one she knew back home really liked her, the compliments they showered her with were all laced with the reminder that she was perfect because of what she was destined to become…not who she currently was. If bitterness towards her fate remained within her Essie did her best not to feed into it. She had learned long ago that being bitter and angry would get her nowhere because there was nothing that could change her fate. She was not meant to be a sturdy tree that would continue to grow towards the heavens, she was a fragile flower that would bloom and quickly die in beautiful silence as the world awaited something better to come.

Sitting at the table with Dorian and Sebastian all Essie could think about was how she would rather be back in the Slytherin common room cuddling Lev. The massive golden Maine coon was her entire heart and soul, the only creature she would allow herself to love as she shut out the rest of the world. She would die to protect him and he has a keen sense of her emotions, always knowing when she would need him most and being there to support her. No matter what her future would hold Essie knew with every fiber of her being she wanted Lev to be happy and thrive even after she was gone. Already she had considered talking to Kiara about possibly adopting Lev once Baba Yaga took over. She didn’t trust the ancient witch not to hurt him for some reason or another and thus the young woman desired to see her friend in a safe and happy home with someone she trusted.

As the students were sorted one by one into their new houses Essie did her best to gently clap when one was placed in Slytherin. She honestly wasn’t paying too much attention to the sorting ceremony but at the mention of a competition her interest was snatched up like a rabbit in eagle's talons. A dangerous tournament sounded like the perfect way to stir up some…problems. The idea of her parents and the Russian government finding out she had deliberately endangered herself and thus Baba Yaga made the corners of her mouth curl upwards slightly in a rare but genuine smile. She would certainly be placing her name into the mix and hoping that maybe she might have a chance to compete. Glancing to her side she noticed Sebastian listening too and wondered if he had a desire to compete as well. “Does this interest you?” She asked quietly, her words accompanied by an enchanting Russian accent. She didn’t often know what to say to her betrothed but right now she wanted to get an idea of who might also be attempting to enter the tournament for Slytherin house.

WanderLust.

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[BOKEH.]

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soren.

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Soren had felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders upon his arrival at Hogwarts. After spending the summer trapped within the walls of his parents' estate, he was grateful to have the excuse to escape their iron clutches again. Though he would not precisely miss his parents, parting ways again with his little sister had not been any easier than the first time he had left for Hogwarts. After all, his sister was probably the only person who truly fit his definition of family.

After spending some time unpacking his suitcase, Soren eventually found himself at the doors of the entrance of the Great Hall. The hazel-eyed boy briefly halted, rolling back his shoulders and willing his facial expression into one that conveyed disinterest before strolling into the Great Hall. Although he allowed himself to examine his surroundings, he was careful to avoid lingering too long on any detail or face. Soren eventually took his place at the Ravenclaw table with a nod of acknowledgment to his fellow students who happened to be near him. Leaning back in his chair, he quietly listened to the murmurs of the people around him and only briefly took notice of the new Ravenclaw students when the sorting ceremony had been underway.

It was not until the headmaster's deep voice pierced through the room that his attention was truly captured, though. The first part of the headmaster's speech was more geared toward the newly sorted students and served as more of a reminder of the rules and regulations at Hogwarts for individuals like himself who were not in their first year. Soren could not say that he was necessarily the best at playing by the rules compared to some of his peers. It was not that he liked to break the rules for the sake of doing it, but he was willing to bend and break them if the benefits outweighed the risks. Thus, he had become proficient at finding loopholes and not getting caught to avoid punishment.

On the other hand, the second part of the speech held more of his attention. He had always found the unpredictability of the tournaments to be intriguing. Even so, Soren was not sure whether he would try to put his name into the goblet despite being of age. The ambitious and curious side of his personality entertained the idea of the benefits the tournament could bring him if he were selected. However, the logical and self-preserving part of his personality advised against it as it could put him in unnecessary danger.

As soon as the headmaster's oration was done, the room seemed to burst to life once again. He pulled his gaze away from the podium, allowing himself to take in the reactions of the people around him.

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[WanderLust.]

Lydia Montgomery - RavenClaw - 6th Year
Interacting With: Saber Sanctuaryforall1 (Skyri mentioned) and Soren BOKEH.

A soft smiled touched Lydia's lips at the sight of Skyri and Auggie embracing, especially when Bumblebarb scrambled his way onto the table and began greedily eyeing the cutlery. She let out a soft sigh and reached for the small, fluffy little bandit with a stern look "You best leave some for the rest of us" she chuckled softly, gently pulling a fork from the creature's grasp and returning it to it's place on the long dining table. "Come on now - honestly" No sooner had she plucked the fork from his tiny little paws then Bumblebarb had latched onto her locket. Lydia's locket was a golden heart, a rather old trinket that had been handed down through her family for generations. Inside were two faded pictures, one of Lydia's mother, the other of her father. When she had first come to Hogwarts as a first year she had nearly destroyed the thing, hanging onto it all the time, constantly running her thumb over the now dulled charm. The thing was so worn she was surprised it even held enough of a glimmer to catch Bumblebarb's attention, yet the niffler had always been obsessed with her locket.

For now, Bubmblebarb seemed content with just holding the locket in his paws, so Lydia sat down with him in her lap and stroked his fur silently as he clung to it. She wanted to give Skyri a chance to catch up with Auggie without having to worry about her ever mischievous niffler. Besides, if he proved to be too much of a problem she could always hand him over to Ronan and be done with it. It was only when Headmaster Volkova began speaking that an eerie silence hushed over the crowded dining hall, and Skyri found a seat next to Lydia. Ana, a Hufflepuff and notable splash of yellow in a sea of blue decided to remain at the Ravenclaw table, despite a few prefects urging her to return to her seat. Lydia did her best to pay attention as the first years were sorted into the houses, clapping and cheering whenever a Ravenclaw was placed in their house. She remembered how frightened she had been her first year at Hogwarts... that was until she had met Skyri, who had made her feel at home in such a foreign place. Now, as Bumblebarb scuttled back into Skyri's arms Lydia gently laid her head on her best friend's shoulder. She didn't know what she would do without Skyri... or the entire Shore family to be honest... except Saber... she could do without Saber.

When all the first years had been sorted, the very atmosphere of the room changed, it somehow felt darker... heavier. The headmaster shifted the topic to something serious... Lydia could tell whatever was coming was not as lighthearted as earlier year as the floating candles in the hall dimmed. She could've almost sworn she saw a flicker of fear on the headmaster's face before he began speaking, and in a few moments Lydia understood why. She had practically been holding her breath as he explained the trials and terrors that awaited whatever champions were chosen to represent their house in the Hogwarts Cup, that was until he explained the age requirement, it was only then that Lydia felt like she could breath again. Skyri and Ana were both too young to put their names in as potential champions, but her eyes drifted to another friend whom she feared might have some ideas of his own. Soren sat across from them at the Ravenclaw table, his honey brown eyes held a glimmer of mischief that made the girls stomach churn "Tell me you're not that daft, Soren." Lydia folded her arms across her chest with a warning look at him. "You'll get yourself killed -" she started, but was immediately cut off by Ana, who had felt the need to butt into the conversation "I don't know, I think Soren would be able to hold his own - especially given his competition" Ana giggled, her eyes following a head of red hair that was clearly making his way up towards the awaiting goblet.

Lydia's feet were moving before her mind had fully formed a plan. She had no idea what she was doing, or how she intended on stopping Saber Shore from putting his name into the goblet, but she'd be damned if she didn't give him hell for even thinking of something so reckless. "Have you completely lost your mind?" She snapped at him, grabbing his wrist and yanking it away from the goblet just as he had been about to drop his name in. "Surely you're not that stupid, Saber." Her voice almost rose to a snarl as her blue eyes burned with anger. However, the red haired Gryffindor was quick to remind her that he was fully capable of taking care of himself, and that it was just some silly competition anyways. "Silly competition? Fine then - if it's so silly..." Lydia ripped a piece of parchment from her notebook, scribbling her name on it and handing it to him, "Toss my name in for me as well, yeah?" Skyri might have been too young to get herself into any real trouble, but Lydia had just celebrated her 17th birthday before the start of term. She held the bit of parchment out for Saber to take, daring him to tell her that it was too dangerous for her when he planned on putting his own name in.



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[Sanctuaryforall1]

Dorian

Mood: Le Sigh

Location: Great Hall

Interactions: Sebastian

There is no poetry in loving someone who is in love with someone else… The words of Pavana Reddy’s poem seemed to snake through Dorian’s thoughts as he watched the brunette he had known for as long as he could remember and loved just as long in the arms of Saber Shore. Her dazzling smile that shamed every star in the sky and even the brilliance of the Northern Lights was the soothing salve to his aching heart. Long ago Dorian had come to accept that Kiara would never see him the way he saw her. He knew that while she might love him it would only ever be as a friend and in truth Dorian would take that over losing her all altogether. As a friend, he could stand by her through the greatest joys and deepest troubles. He could be her shoulder to cry on, her greatest supporter, her anchor in the toughest of storms if she let him. He would never try to sway her towards him, not ever. If she were to ever feel any of what he felt for her the young man knew he would want every ounce of it to be true and not because of something he had done to sabotage her feelings for another. That just wasn’t the kind of man he was. He would be content and grateful to have this life in which he could watch her smile and giggle even if she was with another because at least Kiara was genuinely happy.

“What a sap.” He mumbled to himself under his breath as he finally managed to break his gaze away from the soul who unknowingly owned his heart and took to straightening his tie. Beside him he heard Sebastian say something cross about Saber and simply looked up at his friend with a kind smile and a shrug, “I just think we are all excited to be back, that’s all.” He insisted with his ever-predictable pleasant manners. He knew very well how much Bash disliked Saber Shore but did his best not to feed into it. He personally had no true issue with the Gryffindor Prefect so long as he treated Kiara well. Bash on the other hand had his own personal war that Dorian often times did his best to mediate and keep from causing absolute destruction. Perhaps that was why he was Head Boy this year? Such a decision on the school's part was one he had been trying his best to figure out ever since receiving the news. There were certainly far more popular options but maybe it wasn’t as much of a popularity contest as he had once believed. Looking up at the table full of teachers the dark-haired male nodded, “Looks like Skyri and Saber aren’t the only Shores back at Hogwarts this year.” He pointed out to Bash as he had caught sight of a familiar face he once knew as a student but who now seemed to have fallen into the role of a professor. “Am I mistaken or is that Sabrina? Didn’t she just graduate last year? Or was it the year before?” He inquired as he continued to watch the red-headed young woman sit and converse with Professor Nyx and Professor Albara.

Silence fell over the hall and was soon replaced by cheers and clapping as the sorting ceremony began. With genuine warmth, Dorian showed his Slytherin pride to every first-year sorted into his house and could tell this year certainly had a good lot. When the ceremony ended and Head Master Volkova began to make his speech about the tournament Dorian’s gaze instantly flashed to Kiara with well-hidden worry. He knew she was an incredibly capable witch but this challenge was clearly a dangerous one and his gut felt like a fist had been implanted within it when he thought about her getting hurt. The look on her face was unreadable which told Dorian all he needed to know, she would be putting her name in the cup. He didn’t even need to look at Bash to know that his best friend would be doing the very same. That settled it for him then. In an effort to hopefully keep either from being chosen Dorian would enter the draw as well and deal with whatever might come of it. If he is chosen to compete then he will give it all he has, if Kiara or Bash is chosen then he will work even harder to help them win and more importantly to help them stay safe. Taking out a scrap of paper from his pocket the young man began to write his name in elegant handwriting.

WanderLust.

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[Wolfiee]

Calista had enjoyed the train ride having put on some of her Veela charm she had gotten quite a haul of treats from the food trolly. It was always fun seeing the glazed look in the boys and some girls' eyes as they fell into her charm. Of course she never did it for anything serious, mainly just to get snacks or an item that there was only one of. She flicked her long white blonde hair out of the way before moving back to her seat having been sitting with Rafe, a Slytherin male who openly approved of her tactics. “I see you got quite a haul this time around. Your powers must be increasing as we get older.”Rafe said with a chuckle as he opened a couple chocolate frogs and handed one to her. Cali took it before taking a bite and savoring the taste, answering him a moment later.”I think you are right. It seems the proximity of it has also increased. A larger radius can be dangerous so I’ll have to pay better attention now.”she said with a sigh.

Rafe watched her amused before continuing to snack on the treats. Once they made it closer to the school he slid all the treats into their bags.”Welp are you ready for this year?”he asked fixing his robe as they stood up to exit the train. “Of course. What about you? Are you gonna try something with that little blonde friend of yours?”she asked, her lips curling into a smirk. Rafe shot her a look but then grinned.”Yeah I think I will anyway I’ll see you later.”he said after their carriage ride to the school the two were split up as they headed to their tables Rafe at the Slytherin and Calista at Ravenclaw.


Rafe sat down getting a few nudges from his friends before looking over as the headmaster stood up. The man was rather impressive looking and dangerous. He listened to the usual words of warning. He could almost recite it himself but then it seemed Professor Volkova had more to say. His next words had sent up a buzz amongst all the students, a tournament that would be interesting of course he would be putting his name on who wouldn’t. His gaze flicked over towards the Ravenclaw table for a moment meeting Calista's eye as she grinned giving a wink. Rafe knew she must be going to join as well; he grinned back then began speaking with those at his own table.


Calista had parted ways with Rafe going to her own table. “Oh I think Soren will be just fine. Though knowing him he probably won’t put his name in.”she said with a grin knowing her friend well. Soren was one of her first friends when she transferred to this school during their second year. “Though I’m sure he could handle it just fine. It’s just a shame because it’ll be my name picked out for our house sooo he might as well not put his name in anyways.”she teased before giving Soren a friendly wink.


Soren BOKEH. Lydia and Ana WanderLust.

 

[Sanctuaryforall1]

Thorn

Mood: Cheeky

Location: Great Hall

Interactions: Mentions Kiara & Saber, Interacts with Ana

Years ago Thorn never would have believed he would ever belong at Hogwarts let alone feel at home within its halls. Though the road to reality had been a hard one to travel and there were many tears shed along the way Thorn found himself burning with excitement to be sitting at the Gryffindor table once more. After spending the afternoon catching up with Sienna out in her hut it had finally come time for the feast, the sorting, and the announcements. His time with Sienna had been a wonderful way to start the new year. He told her all about his summer, and listened to her share her own stories, then the two of them had visited her grandfather's grave to wish him a happy start to the new year. It had been lovely and as the new students were sorted Thorn was able to spy Sienna sitting up at the grand table and clapping along excitedly for every first year as they were placed in their new houses. Every new student who joined the Gryffindor table was instantly greeted by him with a high five and perhaps the kindest of smiles to ever grace the face of the earth. Thorn could still remember how nerve-wracking it could be to be a first year and he wanted every new member of his house to feel welcome.

When the sorting ended and the announcement of the tournament rang through the great hall there was no question in his mind on if he wanted to participate or not. It absolutely crushed him to hear that a student had to be 17 in order to enter their name and instantly the gears in his head began turning. Was there a way he could fake it? Could he somehow trick his way into the competition? Perhaps… It might take some stroke of genius but starting tomorrow he would find a way to beat the age line and get his name in the goblet. Maybe a really solid throw might work. He had spent a lot of time playing trash can basketball using crumpled paper as a kid so there was a chance. The idea made him chuckle to himself and he shook his head, trying to hide how eager he was to try his horrible idea. When the announcements had ended Thorn watched as those around him began to dig into the feast. As hungry as he was Thorn was buzzing with energy and needed to stretch his legs. Standing up the young man began to walk the footways between tables and greet familiar faces, stealing a roll from the Ravenclaw table as he passed. On his way down the aisle, he spotted Kiara and Saber, two seventh-years, whispering to one another and kissing. “Keep it PG you two.” He chuckled in passing and knew very well that his housemate had a reputation.

As he continued walking Thorn spotted a pale braid buzzing around the crowd and smirked. He might not know the girl too well but he did recognize the Hufflepuff seeker. “Hey, you.” He greeted her and offered her a bite of his roll. “Get in much practice over the break? Or will Gryffindor be taking home the quidditch cup again this year?” He teased, his tone clearly meaning to be that of a friendly rival rather than a total asshole. “Unlucky that your broom quit on you at the wrong moment last year. Did your aunt get you a new one?” He inquired but had his doubts that one of the resident hardass professors would spend their coin on a broom, though he could very well be wrong. He and Professor Albara didn’t exactly have the best relationship due to his behavior in class and her expectations. Still, he had no issue being friendly with the girl in front of him, she wasn’t her aunt after all.

WanderLust.

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[WanderLust.]

Anastasia Fay - Hufflepuff - 5th Year
Interacting With: Thorn and Reesa Sanctuaryforall1

Perhaps another, smarter girl would’ve scoffed and turned her back on the Gryffindor male that had so confidently approached her, knowing he was nothing but trouble. But Ana simply smirked, accepting a torn piece of the warm roll from the Gryffindor Keeper with a curious look in her jade eyes. In all honesty, she had barely had any time to practice for quidditch this summer. She had spent a majority of the warmer months at the Shore manor with Lydia and Skyri, and the remaining time she had spent relocating to her Aunt Tanya’s with Reesa. Her admittedly well-loved broom had sat gathering dust all summer, it was only then that Ana realized she had left her prized firebolt back at her parents estate before her and Reesa had left, or rather been kicked out. Her face fell for a moment as she realized she wouldn’t be getting her broom back, but her demeanor was quickly smoothed over as she nodded, “Yea, I practiced… a bit.” she sounded almost defensive as she lied. Ana chose not to answer Thorn’s question about the broom, not wanting him to know just how dire her family’s current situation was.

She swallowed softly before her fingers instinctively reached up to toy with the end of her braid, her strands of silver hair perfectly pulled back in a way that she could never master herself. No, Ana’s hair only ever looked like this when Reesa did it. It was only then that the younger Fay found herself searching the sea of students for her older sister. A wary look crossed her face as she found Reesa standing near the Hufflepuff table, and Ana couldn’t help but crane her neck to see if the platinum blonde was holding a piece of paper in her hand. Ana knew that, should Reesa decide to enter her name for the competition, she would make an admirable adversary to the other houses… but at the same time she wasn’t sure how well her sister would be able to handle something like that in her current… condition. Before she could figure out whether or not Reesa intended to put her name in, Ana’s attention was drawn back to the dark haired boy in front of her, or rather… what was behind him.

Her eyes widened as she recognized the white and brown fur of Bumblebarb creeping towards the Gryffindor boy “Oh - um….” Ana paused, about to say something but watching on in disbelief as the niffler scampered up Thorn’s left leg, seemingly fascinated with some sort of pendant under his shirt. She giggled, reaching out to grab the small creature from Thorn’s torso, but her giggles quickly turned into a yelp of surprise as she tripped on her own robe, her small frame colliding with Thorn’s in a chaotic tangle of limbs as they both tumbled towards the ground, landing on the stone floor with a thud. “Oof -” Ana groaned in pain, her limbs aching from the fall. She could only imagine how Thorn felt given that she had landed quite literally on top of him. A blush rose to her cheeks as she realized just how close she was to him, the side of her face pressed into his chest and her right hand wrapped around his neck. “Sorry-” she scrambled back to her feet, willing the blush on her cheeks to disappear.

“Bumblebarb…” she tried to explain, but instead just ended up tugging at her braid again, “He can be worse than a bludger sometimes” She searched around for the little creature, only to see that he had already scampered back to Skyri, who seemed unaware of the mischief he had been up to. Ana rolled her eyes with a mildly amused smile. “You’re in Professor Nyx’s potions class this semester right?” Ana had heard the rumors about Professor Nyx and her… unfriendliness towards certain unmotivated students. She was a notably strict professor but Ana had no intentions of getting on her bad side. “I heard she’s quite the stickler for rules.” she continued, a knowing look on her face as she raised her eyebrow at the known troublemaker in front of her. ​

 

[WanderLust.]

Sebastian Blake - Slytherin - 6th Year
Interacting With: Essie and Saber Sanctuaryforall1

Sebastian, much like Kiara, had not been expecting Adeline, his youngest sister, to be placed in Slytherin house. The smallest Blake child had been up every night that summer, plagued with nightmares that she would be separated from her elder siblings, and she had been right. When the sorting hat had been placed atop her soft head of brown hair, several sizes too big for her, it had paused… a hat stall. Bash couldn’t remember the last time he had seen such indecision from the sorting hat. If he remembered correctly, Skyri Shore had been a hat stall as well, but Bash had never cared much for the Shore family. Still, when the sorting hat finally made its decision, Gryffindor, Adeline’s lower lip had trembled so much so that it was a wonder she didn’t burst into a puddle of tears in front of the entire hall. He swallowed hard as the small girl shakily rose to her feet and made her way towards the Gryffindor table, all the while casting nervous glances back towards Kiara and Sebastian.

Bash tried his best to offer a reassuring smile, and it didn’t even falter when he watched Saber Shore greet Adeline with a hug. Though his face might not have shown it, his chest burned. He hated seeing his little sister so terrified, and as much as he absolutely despised Saber, he was glad Adeline at least had a familiar face to help get her settled in her new house. Only when he was sure that Adeline was alright, did he allow himself to sit back in his seat. He hadn’t realized he’d been holding his breath until he released it with a sigh. His attention remained mostly on his food, picking at some chicken and vegetables that he had scooped onto his plate. In fact, Bash was barely paying attention until the head master began talking about the Hogwarts Cup, a new and exciting way for him to endanger his life and the lives of others once again. When Esfir leaned over and asked if he was interested in the competition, he cocked an eyebrow at her. “Deadly challenges and a shot at fame and glory? What’s not to like?” He grinned.

From the look on Esfir’s face he could tell that she was debating putting her name in as well. Bash wasn’t surprised. For as long as he’d known his betrothed she had a knack for putting herself in danger… anything to stir up commotion from her family really… of which Bash was fully supportive. Reaching into his bag he silently pulled out a piece of spare parchment, smoothing down the crumpled surface as he began writing his own name. Without hesitating, he wrote Esfir’s name in relatively neat script on a second piece of parchment and handed it to her, rising to his feet and offering her his arm, “Shall we?” his mischievous and devil-may-care smirk turned up the very edges of his lips. Essie seemed all too pleased to accept his invitation, and so the slytherin pair walked arm and arm up the pathway between the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables towards the goblet.

Bash was not at all surprised to see Saber Shore about to put his name into the goblet, what did surprise him however was the dark haired Ravenclaw girl trying desperately to rip the bit of parchment out of his hand. At first, he thought it might have been Saber’s younger sister, but upon closer inspection Bash concluded that this girl was not related to the Shore’s… she didn’t have the proper hair color for it. “Come on Shore, move it.” Bash stepped in front of the red-haired male, their shoulders not so subtly colliding as Bash bristled with annoyance. “Leave the competition for the big boys, yeah?” he huffed with an amused laugh before dropping his own name into the goblet, watching as green flames engulfed the bit of parchment. His entry had been accepted, and he smirked in satisfaction. ​

 

[WanderLust.]

Kiara Blake - Slytherin - 6th Year
Interacting With: Dorian Sanctuaryforall1

Kiara often felt like everything exciting had happened long before she was old enough to take part. The stories were over, the books closed, and she was stuck living in somebody else’s idea of happily ever after. She had become a background character, simply meant to fill the pages of a chapter that did not belong to her. She wanted more. She wanted to change someone… or save someone. She wanted to be the kind of woman people told stories about, wanted the kind of story worth telling. And that was the thought that echoed through Kiara’s mind as her fingers released the small, folded up bit of parchment on which her name was written into the golden flames that blazed up from the goblet. She felt the heat of the flames warm the skin of her cheeks before she turned away, her eyes almost immediately landing on her dark haired accomplice, “You next, Dori?” She smiled softly, arching an eyebrow almost as if she were challenging him to do so.

In truth, there was a part of her that wanted to shove Dorian away from the goblet. To forbid him from entering his name into such a dangerous competition, but Kiara wouldn’t attempt to dissuade Dorian from doing exactly what she herself was doing. So, as much as it pained her, she stepped to the side, clearing a way for the dark haired male to enter his name. As he did so, Kiara couldn’t help but wrap her arms around his shoulders from behind, pressing her forehead into the skin of his neck as she did so, only flinching slightly as she heard the flames of the goblet swallow up his name. This was the first moment she had had alone with him since they had returned to Hogwarts… well, as alone as they could be in the crowded great hall. She breathed in his scent, earl gray tea with just a hint of raspberries. “I missed you” she mumbled into the fabric of his robe.

Only when they began walking back towards the slytherin table did Kiara finally separate herself from Dorian, though she still hung around pretty close to him. “How’s your mum and Corine?” Kiara hummed. She had visited once or twice over the summer but hadn’t been able to stay for very long. The Blake family had a very busy summer arranging future plans for their children and keeping their good name out of the papers. Sebastian’s marriage to Esfir had been arranged since before she could remember. Kiara was only thankful that, at least for now, her parents had allowed Kiara to choose her own future, although she was fairly certain that they had assumed she would end up married to Saber and become a member of the Minister’s great family. For some reason, the thought didn’t sit well in Kiara’s stomach, the idea of marrying for politics or any sort of financial gain made her uneasy.

The great hall was buzzing with talk of the competition and anxious first years trying to make friends. After ensuring that her little sister was safe with one of the Gryffindor Prefects, Kiara had decided she had had quite enough of socializing. She didn’t care to stick around and see the crowd of girls she was sure would flock to Saber when he put his name in. Knowing Saber, there was no question that he would enter his name in the competition. He was Gryffindor’s golden boy, there wasn’t a chance he’d miss an opportunity like this. Anybody who knew Kiara would’ve known that she’d put her name in as well, always looking for a chance to prove her worth and make good on her name. “Hey, do you wanna head back to the common room? I’m a bit tired…” she trailed off, looking down at her hands as she twisted the Blake sigil ring on her finger. “I wouldn’t mind some tea if you’re feeling a pajama party?” she chuckled lightly. ​

 

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Reesa

Mood: Uh Oh

Location: Great Hall

Interactions: Sebastian

While other students were quick to burst into excited chatter upon hearing the news of the tournament Reesa felt hollow. Once she might have been eager to imagine taking part in games such as these but now…now that seemed so far away and so trivial. She had enough new challenges tearing her life apart now that she felt her heart quicken and her skin burn at the idea of adding on anything new. If a challenge corresponds with the full moon what would she be expected to do? Compete while wolfed out and trying to tear everyone around her apart? No thanks. Staying by the Hufflepuff table she watched silently as the usual culprits began flocking towards the cup with slips of paper in their hands. Saber had written his name without hesitation and started to make his way towards the cup which for some reason had set Lydia off. Everyone knew Lydia basically hated Saber, that the older Shore student got under her skin more than anyone else which was why it was strange that she would be so up in arms about Saber competing. If she really didn’t like him wouldn’t she simply not care? It was too much for Reesa to bother delving into at the moment and to be honest, she didn’t really care. It was hard for her to care about much these days.

What certainly didn’t surprise her was the small flock swarming in from the Slytherin table. Apparently, Saber’s desire to compete had sparked the fury of not just Lydia but the petty need for competition that Bash had always had towards Saber. While Saber was trying to handle Lydia, Reesa watched Bash push through the crowd and in the process knock Ana aside and into a Gryffindor boy she knew to be named Thorn. In an instant Reesa was on her feet, her blood boiling as she watched Bash continue to push past others and shoulder Saber in order to reach the cup. “Hey!” She called out, her voice solid and her minty green eyes blazing like Greek fire. “I know your parents are rich enough to afford you some manners dipshit so how about you remember them for once in your life?” Her tone was harsh as she stood less than a foot from Bash, having cleared a good amount of space before he even had a chance to turn around. Inside her soul, Reesa could feel her protective rage for her sister beginning to twist and warp into something darker and far more feral. This rage felt…good. It felt addictive. As she glared up towards Sebastian Blake she had an overwhelming sensation to rip into him, quite literally. “Touch my sister or any of her friends again and I will drag you down these halls until there is nothing left.” She snarled through clenched teeth, her gaze unwavering as she looked into his eyes.

Suddenly a switch seemed to flip within Reesa and in a heartbeat the platinum-haired young woman realized what she had just said. The rage within her was gone and replaced with shock, fear, and shame. She had read about how the lycanthrope curse could affect the emotions of those under its influence, how it could turn even the most timid of people violent, but this was the first time she had felt it in public. Yes, in the dark of the night when she was alone, especially near the full moon, Reesa had felt a feral rage unlike any she had ever known before but nothing like this. She had wanted to bring lasting harm upon Sebastian, at first to defend her sister whom Bash had pushed, but then…then because it felt like such a good and desirable idea. The flaming expression of fury on her features was gone now and she looked around in her best attempt at hidden horror. Turning on her heels Reesa bolted away from the crowd and out of the great hall, moving quickly so as to avoid bumping into others and possibly triggering herself further.

WanderLust.

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Saber

Mood: Determined

Location: Great Hall

Interactions: Lydia, Sabrina, Sebastian, Reesa, Ana

Saber’s heart beat like a raging stallion as excitement coursed through his veins when the tournament was announced. He was no fool, he understood the risks that he faced if he entered, but still, there was no fiber of his being that would want to sit back and not at least try. He could picture it now, his glorious triumph over the challenges he would face, the trophy in his hand, his father even showing up to see him awarded the victor. Saber loved anything that made him stand out in his father's eyes. Both of his parents were of course wonderful and loving with no member of the family ever feeling neglected by them. They were always making time for each of their children and did everything to support them which was likely why the Shore offspring always strove to reach the stars and seldom failed in their endeavors. But, having a golden moment in which his father could look at him and see the man he had become, that would mean the world to Saber. Besides he could already sense that being a competitor would go over well with the ladies and any excuse to show off for Kiara was good enough for him.

Getting to his feet the moment the announcement ended the bright ginger-haired young man made eye contact with his sister Sabrina up at the staff table and he was almost certain she was smirking and giving him a small nod. She clearly knew what he was about to do and was willing to support his ambitions, a trait he often appreciated in his siblings who, much like their parents, always supported one another. His focus shifted from Sabrina to the piece of parchment in his hand as he reached forward to drop it in the goblet only to be pulled back by a tight yet smaller grasp. “Lydia?” He greeted in surprise but did not have a chance to say anything further before the Ravenclaw began tearing into him. As she scolded him he couldn’t help but smirk and give a playful roll of his eyes. “Don’t worry Lydi.” He soothed but knew good and well that the use of the nickname would only rile her up more. “It’s just a silly competition and I am perfectly capable of looking after myself. But you are so very sweet to worry.” He smiled, fully aware his words would get under her skin. When she whipped around and presented her own piece of parchment a few heartbeats later Saber’s gaze hardened. “Don’t be ridiculous Lydia! I’m a 7th year, most of the people entering are 7th years. You would be fighting in a totally different weight class than your own.” His playful banter was gone now and he was looking at her with a stern gaze that was uncommon enough to make it clear he meant business. “Put your own name in if you are going to. I won’t be the one to control your fate, that isn’t fair to either of us.” He spoke with finality in his tone as he lifted her hand and placed the parchment back into it.

Just as he was about to turn around again a sharp shoulder jostled his own and Saber knew without looking who it had been. Of course, Sebastian Blake would be entering the competition as well, his usual companions flanking him as they moved toward the cup together. Essie he could understand putting up with Bash’s bullshit but it always baffled Saber that Dorian would hang out with a brute such as Sebastian. “Ya know, it’s funny you say that Bash.” Saber stepped up to meet Bash’s challenging gaze with a cool smirk and calm exterior. “Because I did notice you acting like a boy and unfortunately for you, I think this competition is only for men so you can go ahead and move aside, I’ve got it handled.” As he spoke he tossed his name in and the flames burst into an emerald hue as his entry had been accepted. As Bash opened his mouth to reply a flash of platinum burst between the two seventh year and Saber noticed Reesa verbally tearing into Bash. While Reesa was known to have quite the mouth on her it honestly surprised Saber to hear her sass turn into a seemingly genuine threat of violence. As fast as she had appeared the Hufflepuff girl raced away, Saber noticing the look of panic on her expression as she fled out of the great hall completely. Looking around Saber spotted Ana and gave her a look that clearly read ‘What the hell was that?’.

WanderLust.

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Skyri

Mood: AHHHHHHH

Location: Great Hall

Interactions: Lydia, Saber, Sebastian

Watching the interactions between Saber and Bash had Skyri’s heart thrumming nervously in her chest. She didn’t want for there to be a scene but if things got any more elevated she had no doubt there would be. As Reesa raced out of the Great Hall the young redhead could see Ronan moving down the aisle towards the two boys, clearly ready to step in. At the staff table she could also clearly spy that the professors had taken note of the quarrel between students and catching a glimpse of Sabrina’s gaze confirmed what she already knew, her sister was far from pleased. Scooping up Bumblebarb out of instinct and likely the subconscious need of her furry friend's support the young Ravenclaw dashed between her brother and Bash, looking from one to the other. It seemed her timing was just right because they had both been just about recovered from Reesa’s odd outburst and were about to go at one another again. “Bash!” She gasped, her voice cracking slightly as she shoved Bumblebarb at him. “Hold Bumblebarb for me please!” The words and actions were said and done before she had a moment to think. All she was doing now was improvising and trying to keep anyone from getting into any real trouble.

As Bumblebarb sat in Bash’s surprised yet steady grasp the little brown and white creature lifted a paw and moved it side to side. If Bash were to look at him it would almost seem as though the young niffler were waving at him, perhaps saying hello. A few heartbeats later Bumblebarb was pawing at one of Bash’s rings, his tiny hands trying to slip it off of the young mans finger with little success and even less stealth. It seemed Bumblebarb thought himself to be a master thief though and refused to acknowledge he had been easily caught in his attempts to rob the Slytherin boy blind.

Turning to look at Saber and Lydia, Skyri groaned and looked tired and like her nerves were already messing with her. “Please, please, please, can you two not do this right here and right now?” She begged both of them, a genuine plea in her tone as she glanced around the tables. Her gaze darted to the staff table again and she saw the many frowns aimed their way. “The first years just got here and I don’t want any houses losing points so early in the year.” Looking over at Bash she gave him a gentle pleading look as well, her eyes showing that she was fully aware she could not control his actions but could simply try to reason with him. “And I mean any house.” She clarified knowing that with Reesa’s actions included all four houses had been poorly displayed in the past few moments. “Let the first years have one good night before the chaos begins, don’t ruin this for them.” She begged the three members of the outburst that remained, Reesa nowhere to be found within the great hall.

Looking at Lydia she gave her friend a gaze filled with warmth. “I know you are trying to look out for me and my family by stopping Saber but if you know any of my siblings they always find a way to achieve exactly what they want. I appreciate you trying to help us with all my heart though.” She gave Lydia a small and genuine smile as she reached forward and gently squeezed her hand. Turning to look at Bash who still held Bumblebarb she gave him a tired but not totally unfriendly stare. “I will never understand what goes on between you and my brother and I know I cannot stop it but please Bash, think about who is watching when you do things like that.” She clearly didn’t mean the professors or even all of the other students but a glance at the Gryffindor table indicated she meant the youngest Blake sibling. She hated seeing Saber and Bash act the way they did towards each other and while she had to put up with it she didn’t want Adeline to be forced to as well. She was already in a different house from her siblings, a feeling Skyri was also familiar with, so she didn’t want Adeline to feel conflicted towards her house any further because of Bash’s issues with Saber. Finally, her gaze turned to Saber and she simply sighed, “And you…” She sighed and the look she gave him said everything she did not put into words. She wanted him to be safe. She wanted him to be smart. She wanted him to remember that just because someone else acts a certain way doesn’t mean he should as well. After a moment she looked back at Bash and held out her arms to take Bumblebarb back. The entire interaction had taken so much out of her that she felt truly drained at this point and like her nerves were going to overwhelm her. Shuffling away from the group she returned to the Ravenclaw table and slouched down with her head resting against the hardwood of the table and her arms tucked to her stomach where Bumblebarb was curled up.

WanderLust.

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Dorian

Mood: ...

Location: Great Hall

Interactions: Kiara & Sebastian

When his hand flicked to toss the neatly folded piece of paper into the flaming goblet Dorian thought nothing of what the future would hold, his mind instead was firmly planted in the moment. He wanted to live in this moment for as long as he could. Kiara’s arms around him and her head resting against his neck brought him a sense of peace. Hearing her say that she missed him was sweeter than any compliment or praise he had ever been given before. The flames licked up his entry and burned bright with acceptance but Dorian’s gaze was narrowed and focused on what little of her he could see as she held him from behind. “I missed you too Mariposa.” He uttered to her softly, using the nickname he had called her for as long as the two of them could remember. Mariposa, Spanish for butterfly, the second language Dorian had grown up with and the first word he had thought of when he met Kiara all those years ago. She had been small then, a child just like he was, and he had been absolutely enamored with her and the grace she held as she flitted around the room. The nickname had stuck for far longer than either of them had expected it would but that wasn’t a bad thing and Dorian still felt it suited her well.

Turning to face her he wanted to return her hug but knew they had best move out of the way, especially as Bash and Saber began butting heads. Walking side by side with Kiara towards the Slytherin table he heard her question and smirked. “They are still absolutely obsessed with each other.” He chuckled and shook his head, flinching as though not enjoying a specific memory. “So much so that a few times they forgot I was home and that…let’s just say we had to make a few new house rules.” A haunted look entered his gaze before he blinked and cleared his throat. “One day I shall recover but it will take many years of therapy and perhaps a few memory-wiping spells.” He joked as they sat down and continued to talk and reminisce the events of their shared time during the summer. “Corine said she would absolutely love for you to come visit over the winter break. My mom I think just wishes you stayed all the time, she adores you.” He added though he knew Kiara was well aware of how positively his moms viewed her.

As the minutes ticked past Dorian internally begged time to slow down but knew soon he would need to see that the first years all knew who to follow towards their individual houses. “I hate to part with you so soon but I will be free later if you would care to catch up further.” He offered Kiara as he stood up and dipped his head to her. “It seems I must get the Prefects moving so we don’t risk any first-years wandering off without a guide.” He chuckled, clearly wanting to fill his role as Head Boy well and make those who elected him for the position proud. “Until later Mariposa.” He bid farewell and walked to the end of the table closest to the doors of the great hall. From there he began moving around to the Prefects at all of the other tables and whispering to them, clearly making sure they knew the feast would be ending soon and they would need to escort their new housemates to the common rooms. “Bash!” He called out and waved towards his friend, “Care to help escort the new Slytherins with me?”

WanderLust.

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[Thatguy1]

ALBERT CHAPTER 1- KING'S CROSS PLATFORM 9 ¾

Albert stepped through the structure on the platform with his trolley filled with his luggage made up of his school materials, clothes, and his brown colored pet barn owl Lola safely tucked into her cage. He waved the smoke from the Express from his face away and while nobody in his family had taken the time off to see him to board the train to Hogwarts he was at least thankful that nobody had yet recognized him as the son of- or brother of the famous people in his family. He had four years of fellow students and even grown wizards approach him throughout life trying to get a piece of the family pie, “Hopefully this year will be different, eh, Lola?” He asked his bird, who just chirped away in a nonchalant manner while finding himself a not so busy entrance to the train. he kept his head down so he wouldn’t be recognized as he moved about the cabins trying to find as secluded an area as he could muster, after passing his fellow Hufflepuff Bodhi Henderson who he didn’t feel like bothering and the Slytherin crowned Blake siblings he found himself an empty space and began setting up, including casting a quick locking spell on the door and making the hallway windows opaque, then plopped down on the seat opposite of Lola, “A new year has begun,” he said wistfully looking out the window...

CHAPTER 2

HOGSMEADE STATION

Once the train pulled to a complete stop and everyone began piling out, Al cracked open his window to dump some of his sweet wrappers he got from the trolly mid train ride and let out a quick ALOHAMORA to unlock his door and return his windows to normal. He figured the Hogwarts staff would collect his trunks for him, so he just picked up Lola’s cage, careful not to disturb her slumber and piled out with everyone else, and while he tried to keep his head down, he wanted to try and see if he saw the Fay sisters who were fellow Hufflepuffs but after watching from afar he knew they had their eyes and hearts elsewhere. Once he was outside, he breathed in the cool, crisp night air and heard the familiar “First Years, this way! Follow the lantern!” from the Gamekeeper of the school, so he followed along with the other upper classmen occasionally catching glances from others and overhearing faint whispers of “The prodigal son” or “It’s the brother of-” he closed his eyes tight and pinched his nose just hoping they’d move on, but also wanting to use Depulso to teach people a little lesson.

CHAPTER 3

THE THESTRAL CARRIAGES

After fighting an oncoming migraine Albert finally made his way to the carriages that had nothing pulling them, he heard whispers about “death horses” pulling them, but he believed in things he saw with his eyes so he wasn’t so sure about that. He climbed into the carriage a couple behind that of his fellow housemate Arthur, accidentally rattling Lola’s cage and ushered an apology to her, but then he was joined by several boys who seemed to be third and fourth years who almost instantly recognized him as the sibling of the Captain of the Holyhead Harpies and they wouldn’t shut up. “Guys” He said under his breath, “leave it be, yeah? I got a massive one in my ‘ead comin’ on so can we just ride in peace?” but that was not to be the case...

CHAPTER 4

HUFFLEPUFF COMMON ROOM

By the time Albert had reached and put his Owl up in the boy’s dormitory, his things had been delivered and arranged by one of the many Earthy colored four poster beds, he made his way out into the common room taking in the smells of the many hanging plants and plopped down on the sofa facing the yellow bricked fireplace for a few minutes until more students began piling in from the cellar entrance. The blond haired 5th year draped his school robes around his body and decided it to be time to join the start of term feast, so he walked out of the entrance and found Bodhi again who had collided with a student and then passed the painting of fruit that hid the entrance to the kitchen where the House Elves worked where he had spent a lot of time in his 3rd and fourth years to get away from it all. “I think I'll say hi to them sometime later,” he said with a shrug and to nobody in particular.

CHAPTER 5

THE GREAT HALL

Albert made his way over to the Hufflepuff table, passing by the Cromwell twin brothers who were being annoying as was usual and took his seat in the sea of yellow badges trying and failing once again to just blend into the crowd as another couple of students tried to ask him if he was the sibling of the famous dragon tamer, to which he just rolled his eyes and pulled out his Acacia wooded wand. “Guys, if the next person I see asks me if I'm related to somebody famous, I've got this neat trick I've got planned where I cast Depulso followed by Expelliarmus and then top it off with Levioso to the point that you’re hanging upside down and defenseless. How’s that sound?” He asked the stunned boys with a smirk. Then Headmaster Volkova began his start of term speech followed by the Sorting Ceremony where Albert clapped for the new Hufflepuffs and as he explained about the new Hogwarts Cup, Albert searched the Hufflepuff aisle in search of the Fay girls, but his Fay-dar was quiet so he inquisitively looked about until he saw them over at the Ravenclaw table of all places and tried to settle down.

CHAPTER 6

THE NAME CUP

After eating everything he could get his hands on at the feast, Albert and it seemed a lot of other students were drawn to idea of putting their names into the cup for the tournament, so he found a spot to hang out and watch the proceedings and took notice of the Big Boy Bash brazenly drop his name into the goblet. With a roll of his eyes, Albert took out his Potions textbook to peruse and didn’t even get through first few pages before he was interrupted yet again. “I guess the message didn’t stick!” he let out loudly and swiftly drew his wand and did what he warned he would do, and in seconds several fourth year boys were hanging upside down, their wands on the ground. He looked on at the gathered crowd, “anybody else want to get to my family through me? Anybody else want me to get them autograph from a Holyhead Harpy, or a bit of dragon flesh?”

 

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Esfir (Essie)

Mood: ...

Location: Great Hall

Interactions: Sebastian

There was no hesitation in Esfir’s movements as she tossed the scrap of paper with her name elegantly scrawled upon it into the flames. She watched as her offering was accepted into the fire’s warm embrace, its flames reaching higher as though relishing the offering given to it. Its light danced within her cat-like sky-blue gaze and the slightest hint of a rare smile pulled at her lips. She could already picture the fuss she would cause when her family and the Russian wizarding government discovered what she had done. It would only be that much sweeter if she became the tribute from Slytherin house. While she had accepted her fate for the most part it still gave her some hints of joy to put herself at risk and thus put the great and powerful Baba Yaga at risk too. This was still her body, at least for a little while longer, so she would give herself the chance to experience something like this no matter who might blow a gasket. It wasn’t overly common for Essie to behave in such a way but from time to time she did enjoy pushing back at those who only sought to use her for getting into Baba Yaga’s good graces in the future.

That had been the story of her life though. For as long as she could remember her life had never been viewed as hers by anyone but herself. Yes, Bash, Dorian, and Kiara might see it as hers for now but once they truly understood the fate that stood before her she was almost certain that would change. People in her life always wanted to be close to her, to be seen by her, to be in her good graces but it was not for her…it was always for Baba Yaga. Her life belonged to the long-dead witch before it had even begun. She was a calf being raised for slaughter, everyone trying to have a hand in caring for her so they might reap the rewards once her time comes. Baba Yaga was all that mattered to her family, their friends, her country, and not just her government but governments all across the world. They counted down the days until her life force would be fed into Baba Yaga’s and her body would house the ancient witch alone and they did it all while telling Essie she was blessed. It had once made her sick, made her rage, but now…now it just made Essie tired. So yes, she would take the little victories she could, she would stir the pot and ruffle feathers because if this is her last year then she wants to make sure she can actually live a little.

As all the drama unfolded around the goblet Essie did not pay it any mind until she heard Reesa’s threat towards Bash. She turned to look at the blonde but Reesa was already rushing away like a dog with its tail between its legs. “Are you alright?” She asked Bash, her Russian accent thick and her eyes betraying the slightest shimmer of genuine worry. Essie was not one for showing her emotions or her connections to others but Bash was someone she had become relatively close to and at the end of the day he was also her betrothed. It was probably for the best that she cared for him in some manner even if it wouldn’t really be her he ended up marrying, provided Baba Yaga agreed to the union. Her eyes narrowed as he responded and she remained silent as the youngest Shore began to talk to Bash, Saber, and Lydia. Once all was said and done Esfir made her way back to the Slytherin table and took out a small flash that when opened unleashed a soft, sweet, floral aroma. Despite its scent, the liquid was bitter as she took a healthy dose. The dark-haired young woman hated the taste of the blue rose tea with all her heart but without it bad things could happen. In the back of her mind, she could hear the chilling purr of her internal roommate, the old witch clearly quite pleased that she hadn’t forgotten to take her tea.

WanderLust.

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