Fandom The Year After: Hogwarts Roleplay

[sarahmickey98]

The wizarding world had been slowly recovering from the Second Wizarding War for about a year now and it was slowly rebuilding itself, though the scars and ghost of the war still lingered, making it hard for anyone to really move on from the events of the last year. How does one move on from injuries, deaths, and betrayals on the scale of what occurred? It was all but impossible. Hogwarts was preparing for the first breakfast of the school year as it welcomed back the students who were still alive and well and capable of learning. It's rebuilding had taken a lot of work, tiring long hours of work, but it had come a long way and was at least safe for students to return for a year of lessons. Though the walls still screamed of the pain of those who died there and there were quite a few new faces among the castle ghosts. The smell of cinnamon and honey filled the corridors as it wafted from the kitchens, just like it used to, almost like the war had been a bad dream. The Great Hall was filled with it's usual four long tables for the houses and the ceiling was reflecting the early morning sky outside, clear and slightly orange tinged from the rising sun. Students were beginning to trickle in, some looking exhausted from nights of no sleep and others looking happy for the first time in awhile, glad to be back somewhere doing something that was the slightest bit normal.
As they began to indulge in the delicious breakfast that appeared on the golden plates before them, Minnie De'Maria slipped down the staircase. Her thin frame was looking even thinner than usual, and despite her robes being as unwrinkled as usual and her hair looking as tidy as usual, she could not hide the dark circles on her eyes that were produced from the sleepless nights. Her stomach growled at her as she entered the hall and made her way to the Ravenclaw table, making sure to sit a little ways away from other people. She grabbed a piece of toast and nibbled on it before pouring a bit of orange juice into her goblet and taking a sip. Despite being very hungry, the food and drink made her sick to her stomach. She put the goblet down and rested her chin on her hand, sighing softly to herself and glancing about the Great Hall, taking note of the things that must have been repaired, recalling the damages she remembered from the war. If she thought too hard about it, she might get flashbacks. Sometimes, just being in the rooms where the battle took place was enough to send her into a frenzy.
On the other side of the Great Hall, Chandler Beaumont was sitting with a group of people at the Gryffindor table, picking at a stack of pancakes and pretending like he was eating and actually enjoying the conversation. His cheek muscles were beginning to ache from the strain of the smile he was forcing onto his face. He'd managed to get a few hours of sleep in before the nightmares woke him up before the sun had even touched the horizon. The corridor right aside the double doors that led into the Great Hall was where he had held Abigail in his arms, the light gone from her bright green eyes. He swallowed hard as the memories flashed through his mind, absent from the present for a moment before someone touched his back lightly and brought him back. He flashed an unconvincing smile and jumped back into the conversation. It was fair to say that the ghosts and the scars were most definitely not gone.

 

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There the young man stood, his hardy figure reflected upon him as he began to tie his tie in a rote fashion. 7 years he stood here, every morning repeating the same motions. Once complete, his cold eyes made contact with the reflection of himself, and he began study it. His dirty-blonde hair was styled per usual, though a few strands were left unattended. Doning a fresh pair of robes, since his last pair were blood-stained and tattered from... With a sigh, he collected his book bag and made his way to breakfast.
Jonathan sat amongst his house, who those who remained greeted him quite kindly. A few teachers spoke their congratulations over his newly found job awaiting him after Hogwarts, mostly his Transfiguation teacher who now was the Headmaster. But his brain was on auto-pilot, as he felt focusing his energy on a girl. Taking a nibble out of a muffin, he watched as she sat, quickly spotting the bags many older students had under their eyes.
But that was all, Jon quickly adverted his attention back to his group, who were currently going down a list of deserters during the Battle. "Give me that nimrod!" Jon said as he quickly snatched the list, then carefully reading the list. Assuring he had a mental picture, he gave it back to his housemate. "Make sure you get copies of that. Put them everywhere." His slavic accent becoming more present as his tone shifted to something dark, something none of the idiots who sat around him could notice.
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Minnie De'Maria

Deciding to abandon the act of eating altogether after trying again to take a bite of toast and feeling like she was going to be sick, Minnie decided to turn her attention to something much more... Useful and necessary. Fun, to think that she had gotten to a point where she no longer deemed eating as necessary. She opened her bag and dug through it before finding a book she had been reading. It was fairly recent, actually very recent, and was a general account of the Second Wizarding War. When she had seen it in the shop window, it had struck her as humorous. That she had lived through this thing that people were now writing books about and would be writing books about for years to come. She hadn't planned on buying it but something told her to. She had spent that last week turning through it's pages and found herself leaving notes in the margins that corrected incorrect information and leaving notes in the empty spaces about the people named, little details the made them more human beside their given name and cause of death. Minnie decided to call it therapeutic but others would call it obsessive and unhealthy. At least it was a distraction, however little. She was thankful for that. At that table next to hers, the Hufflepuff table, a group of first years, kids who hadn't been through the trauma that the other students had, were laughing and talking loudly, throwing food at each other, and attempting to use child jinxes on one another. A miss fired spell streaked across the table and hit Minnie's untouched goblet, sending orange juice flying with a loud bang. Minnie froze as the cold, sticky liquid hit her face and her clothing. She stared at the place where the goblet had been, but she wasn't seeing it. Instead she saw the green flashes of killing curses being fired by death eaters and the lifeless faces of her dead friends and professors and the blood and gory injuries of the wounded. She wasn't aware of it, but she had stood up quickly, her book falling from her hands with a loud thud. Her breathing was heavy and she swore that she could smell the scent of fire and iron. She could have sworn everyone around her was screaming.

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

Lucrezia walked out of the infirmary after a routine check and made her way to the hall. Though she was given a clear bill of health from her injuries from the battle of Hogwarts some of her injuries were from dark magic which never truly go away. One of which healing cuts that could reopen without warning and hurt like the were fresh. This has happened twice in the past during the summer break and had to return to saint mangos for several days for it to heal again. It was said that if she wasnt a half giant she would have died from her injuries long ago. She didnt believe that though, madam Pomfrey and the nurses were amazing after the battle and she always respected how hard they worked and how many they save. She wanted to do the same and had asked constantly to be allowed to shadow Madam Pomfrey during her final two years but she was having none of that much to Lucrezia chagrin.

She walked through the halls of hogwarts looking around at the walls and statues that surround he. The castle has recovered well in the months after the battle with much of the destruction repairs but signs were still there, portraits missing, cracks in the walls amongst other. If you werent here from the battle this could be easily missed as normal but to her all these imperfection stuck out like a sore thumb. There was also the memories that come as one walks through the halls: desprate fights as students and teachers tried to hold of the death eaters in one hall ways.students being carried off back to the hall for treatment despite being too late for some, the misery, hope, anger and disappear of students running back and forth in the halls. Lucrezia loved walking through hogwarts halls feeling like a second home, now it was source of dark memories and reminders of those lost. She almost didnt want to be here any more only the need to complete her studies driving her.

 

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As soon as the command to his housemates left his mouth, the boy had left along with a Slytherin girl to tend to Jon's request. Turning back towards the direction of the other tables, and returning his focus on Minnie De'Maria. A year ago they had broken up, once Jon found out that the parents who disowned him had been murdered by one of Voldemort's croonies. He had pushed her away, but to be fair, she left in his time of need. Taking a sip of his coffee, a perk only 7th years were given, then following with what was left of his muffin, he watched her eyes curiously scanning the pages of a book.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jonathan spotted the Slytherins who had left to do his bidding standing in the doorway of the Great Hall. The boy was holding a sack, which was vigorously shaking, while the girl struggled to open the drawstring that held the sack closed. Eventually she succeeded, as a violent fury of paper airplanes escaped from the bag, filling the Great Hall with the list of names. Chuckling, Jon stood up to retrieve a paper, and checking its contents to see that his signature rested carefully at the end. With a sly wink and smirk at the two Slytherins holding the bag, he folded the plane back up, and tossed it in the sky along with the rest.​

 

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Chandler Beaumont

Chandler had dived back into his conversation with the friendly Gryffindors who sat around him, but found their conversation interrupted by a sudden distraction of enchanted paper airplanes filling the air above the students heads. Chandler's brows furrowed as he glanced around, noticing two Slytherins looking rather guilty standing by the entrance hall door. He recognized them as being two of the students who liked to follow around one of his least favorite Slytherins, Jonathan Thaddeus. The two had never really gotten along, being polar opposites in a lot of their beliefs. He was sure that if the two Slytherins near the door had been responsible, it wasn't by their own accord, but rather, Jon's. He stood up from the table and snagged one of the paper airplanes from the air, unfolding it and skimming over it for his eyes to land on the scrawled signature at the bottom. Jonathan Thaddeus. All too easy to have guessed. Chandler crumpled the paper airplane angrily in his fist and threw it down onto the table, where it twitched still like a bird with broken wings. Spinning on his heels, he stared daggers into the side of Jon's all too happy face. Around him, other people were catching and opening the paper airplanes and some of them, those whose names were on the list, were turning as white as sheets. Some remained frozen in their seats, hoping to shrink into their robes and be invisible. Others were scrambling to collect their things and hurry from the Great Hall.

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[Livson]

Earl skipped breakfast.

He had been very temped the night before to slip out on dinner, but there were too many wide eyed newbies, and too many sly eyed teachers, watching for him to be comfortable making the effort, so he had stayed. He had sat and gorged himself - because he was never one to let stupid emotions get between him and a good meal - and glared at anyone stupid enough to try to talk to him. Couldn't they see that he wasn't in the mood? Though, to be fair, he seldom was.

So he skipped breakfast, both because he wanted to and as petty revenge for having to sit through the sorting and dinner the night before. He didn't want to stand were death had feasted less than a year earlier. He didn't want to notice just how empty the tables were, to pick out those that were missing. Because it was utterly ridiculous, completely stupid. Everything was.

Instead he wandered the school. He had set off with the intention of visiting the kitchen - the twin Weasley idiots had shown him in his third year, after he had laughed at their boasts of knowing the school inside out. Those two...they hadn't been so bad. Of course, the stupid Battle had ruined that... - and getting some food in his stomach, but ended up walking straight passed it on an impulse. So now he just walked. Perhaps it was aimlessly, and thoughtful, but Earl didn't want to think that. It made him sound deep. He wasn't deep. He was just a guy who didn't want to eat breakfast.

He was passing through a hall that, if he was being honest, he didn't even recognize, when he noticed he had company. It was the Ravenclaw, the tall one that everyone had laughed at at some point. Earl knew of her, everyone did, but he didn't know her herself. A shame, really, she had awesome hair. And Earl didn't hand out compliments like candy.

It was something about the way that she walked that annoyed him, she stared thoughtfully at the walls around her like they contained the damned meaning of life, of some idiot thing like that. He jutted out his chin and scowled as they approached each other - a side effect of walking opposite ways through a hall - and hoped that she would engage so that he would have an excuse to be a jerk, as his oldest brother so eloquently put it.

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[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

Lucrezia was of half mind as well to skip breakfast and grab something to eat during her free period but thought against it. She would probably have to much work to do as it was her newt year. She almost didn't notice Earl at first to lost in her own thoughts to bother anything like that. However as they neared closer she had felt a presence build her, an instinctual feeling she build over the years to stop herself from bumping into the little first years. She looked down at earl and saw him scowling at her and could not help herself take the bait offered.

"You extend your jaw any further it is going to drop off." She commented with a small good natured chuckle, her thoughtful face turned to her usual happy face. She had seen Earl around but had never really spoken to him. She vaguely recalled him being one of the people that bullied her but that was long ago, feeling like another life altogether. With everything that happened she was willing to give him the benefit of a doubt.
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[spooksspook]

Maeve sat quietly at the Hufflepuff table, sipping at some tonic water as the many conversations went right over her head. The bottom half of her face lay buried beneath her striped scarf; sporting her house's trademark yellow and black colors. Most of her focus lie in a tattered notebook in her lap, a ballpoint pen scrawling almost illegible notes in the book as her eyes lazily trailed the room.
She had never been the type of person to eat a large breakfast, preferring a glass of tonic water and maybe a piece of toast if she was feeling hungry. So, this time of the morning made her feel even more of an outlier than usual; being what felt like the singular Hufflepuff not bonding over how "delicious" the waffles are.
Maeve chortled, even she made fun of her house. Though in all reality, the lack of drama in Hufflepuff right now was a true relief.

However, she may have spoke too soon.

With a loud yell, paper airplanes began to zoom through the hall; plastering themselves in faces, hair, and food. Almost as if cue an airplane came spiraling towards her, Maeve raising her wand and sending it floating softly to the table with a quick flick of her wrist. Opening it slowly as the room around her began to uproar, she found herself looking at...

Her own name?

After racing through the list, and noting the scrawled writing of "Deserters" at the top, Maeve found herself ever more confused and frazzled. She hadn't deserted! She fought off a Death Eater for god's sake! Remembering her frantic race through the halls, her mind went spinning into reasons her name could possibly have landed on this list.
Did someone see me running around? How could they know it was me? I didn't leave, but did someone think they saw me? I was in the med bay, someone had to have seen me!
As thoughts raced through her mind, she felt the chatter of the Hufflepuff table grow quieter, the burning stare of eyes feeling like flames against her skin. She looked up at some of her classmates, the few who had read the lists as well looking at her in disdain and disappointment. The normally quiet girl grabbed at her scarf, furrowing her brow as she spat quietly, "It lies. I didn't 'desert' us, and if you truly were there as well I would hope you'd know that." Many students seemed impressed and convinced at her outburst, one even patting her back before turning to whisper to others. Even still, she felt as though she was being judged, watched, and that she needed to somehow clear her name; as meaningless as it may be to the other students.

 

[Knarf]

In retrospect, Kellan wasn't sure what he had expected prior to returning to Hogwarts. An entire year had passed yet now, walking down the familiar corridor leading to the Great Hall, it felt strangely like no time had passed at all. As if the end of a war didn't separate the beginning of his sixth year from the end of his fourth. Obviously there were changes to the sturdy castle, including the new wall that divided the Ancient Runes classroom from its neighboring Arithmancy classroom and the entirely reconstructed Astronomy Tower, but everything was made in exact replication of how it was before. It felt dirty, like a cover-up to pretend that violence hadn't nearly destroyed Hogwarts just twelve months ago.

He entered the Great Hall without his typical grandeur, his usual out of place vibrancy missing today in what he hoped was a sign of respect for all those that didn't get to make it back for their final year. Kellan's eyes raked over the four divided houses, some meeting his gaze with sadness or defiance, taking in all the empty spots that peppered the tables and being struck all over with the devestating loss. It wasn't only the older students that were affected either; he spotted several first years with red eyes and morose expressions. It wasn't quite as melancholy as last night's Welcome Back feast, but it would take years to completely eradicate the lingering darkness.

He finished the trek to the Slytherin Table, noticeably more full than the others, and took a seat near the end just as paper planes began to drift over for students to grab. Plucking one from the air, he felt his chest tighten at the header: Deserters. He moved his attention down the table, seeking out the one responsible and catching the sly smile on Jonathan Thaddeus' face. Kellan wasn't sure if he should be surprised by that or not, but adding fuel to the fire seemed a poor way to start the year. He stared at the letter a moment longer before pushing it aside. He didn't need to know.

 

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Minnie De'Maria

Minnie's momentary disengagement was covered up by the frenzy that the four houses had been sent into by the release of Jon Thaddeus' list of deserters. She came back to reality, a little shaken and slightly confused, paper airplanes were still swirling around the students' heads and many of them laid crumpled, littering the tables and the floors. Noticing that they seemed to be what had caused all the commotion about the students, she crouched down to pick a rather battered plane of the ground, it had a partial year down the middle of it, but it was still readable. Deserters. read the top of the list and Minnie already knew that this couldn't be good. It read on as a list of names, those presumed to have run or hid from the battle while the rest of the school fought and died. It shouldn't have come as a shock to her anymore, to see that Jon was behind this stunt, considering his new found personality, but reading his name still made her heart dive-bomb into her stomach. Strange to think that a little over a year ago, they were dating and then everything changed now he was painting targets on students backs and for what reason? Anger... resentment? They were all children, after all, when the battle happened, merely 17 or younger when the battle took place. Not everyone could be brave or have the heart to stand and watch those they care about be wounded and killed... or the injure others themselves. She could understand the desire to run or hid. Turning her head to look over her shoulder at the Slytherin table, her hair wiping around with the movement to fall on only one shoulder, her eyes landed on Jon's proudly smirking face and her face hardened, her hand clenching around the torn paper airplane in her hand. In her own disappointment, she didn't see the angered 7th year Gryffindor, standing up.

Chandler Beaumont

Having taken the time to read through the list again to see those who he would need to keep an eye on, in case someone decided to bully them or worse, he noticed a name that made his insides boil with anger. Maeve Tremaine. He and she, a Hufflepuff girl, had become friends at some point between the war and the starting over. She had been a kind shoulder to cry on when he could no longer take the pain and he had become rather protective over here. Not that she couldn't keep herself out of trouble, but other people couldn't and that's when Chandler would step in. Jon, having crossed a line with the whole list to begin with, had now not only crossed a line, but had leaped over it, bounded over it. Within seconds, Chandler was on his feet, his jaw twitching as he grinded in his teeth in anger, taking large deliberate strides toward the Slytherin table, directly to where Jon was seated, looking rather proud and amused with the whole thing.
"You," Chandler growled, pointing a finger at Jon as he came closer, "you foul, loathsome, arrogant..." He was pushing past Slytherins who tried to stand in his way, brushing off his own housemates who tried to bring him back to their table.

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[ReverseTex]

Jonathan watched his glorious creation spread like wildfire across the Great Hall. Those who's names were on the list were white as sheets, and those who weren't were either indifferent, angered, or agreed with him. He knew he'd be getting hate from the Gryffindors, mixed opinions from Ravenclaw, and distaste from Hufflepuff. That's just how the world went. But the deserters needed to be brought into the light, hundreds of students blood were on their hands.

The shouting in the Great Hall merely was background noise, as he felt a pair of daggers on him. Turning towards the Ravenclaw table, no surprised by Minnie's reaction, and not letting his true feelings surface. But it did hurt him. Jonathan loved her, and he always would...
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the shouting of his Gryffandor counterpart, Chandler Beaumont. "Chandler, didn't know you knew those words? Guess you aren't a meat head after all." Standing up, Jonathan made his way to the boy. Chandler was bulkier than him, but Jonathan was a few inches taller. Looking down at Chandler, he sneered, "If your so worked up, why don't you do something about it?..."​

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[spooksspook]

Maeve's head jolted upwards as a familiar voice carried its way through the dining hall; several other of the Hufflepuffs sitting at her table turning to look as well. Her heart sunk as she saw her friend, one of her true friends, storming across the room. His cheeks were flushed with anger, and even at a distance she could see the tension Chandler held. As he made his way towards who she could only assume was Jonathan, the boy who so graciously distributed these letters, the small girl found herself skittering to her feet. Her notebook and pen went clattering to the floor as she tried to dart through the crowds of students, already beginning to shuffle towards what seemed to be the beginnings of a fight. Nudging through the students as best she could, the Hufflepuff girl pulled at her scarf and took a deep breath; trying to settle her stomach as she approached Chandler from behind. She quickly latched onto his robe, pulling on it sharply before spinning around to stand in front of him. Her hands splayed across his chest in a vain effort to move him backwards, away from the Slytherin boy he was approaching, and she began hastily talking.
"Chandler-hey! Hey! It's ok, he's not worth it. It's just to get a rise out of people, don't fall for it."
As Jon then proceeded to egg Chandler on, Maeve shook her head furiously once more; bouncy waves flipping back and forth as her dark eyes flickered up to the taller boy.
"Chandler please- no one believes him anyway. Please. ", she stammered quickly, her hands moving to softly grip his forearm. All thoughts of her "reputation" and how the others may have interpreted her name went soaring out the window as she stood in front of Chandler; on the brink of a fight.

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[sarahmickey98]

Chandler Beaumont

These days it seemed like all Chandler was made of was rage and that's what ha channeled now as he stood practically nose to nose with Jonathan. The other boy might have been taller, but Chandler had never been afraid of a bigger enemy: they normally fell harder. As the other boy sneered at him, provoking him, Chandler spat in his face, moving to shove him when he felt a tug on the back of his robes. The blood was pounding in his ears so loudly that he hadn't heard the girls shouts over it. Suddenly, Maeve was standing in front of him, her hands on his chest, then his forearm, desperation in her eyes as she tried to coax him away from the impending fight and the irritatingly haughty face of Jonathan. He tore his hatred filled gaze from Jon's eyes only for a moment, to look down at Maeve, his face rigid, speaking slowly to her in an effort to not raise his voice at the wrong person. "Maeve, move out of the way. Or I will move you." It wasn't meant as a threat, just that girl was quite a bit smaller than him and he could easily lift her out of the way so he could through himself at Thaddeus, which he was just dying to do. For a moment, he locked eyes with Maeve, letting her know with his eyes that he wasn't backing down from this and then he brushed past her and got back into Jon's face, gritting his teeth as he said, "Just remember that you asked for it." And then he jumped at him, shoving the taller boy backwards into the Slytherin table, the action joined by the clatter of the golden plates and goblets that were knocked off the table.

Minnie De'Maria

By the time she heard the raised voice and realized that Chandler Beaumont, a well known Gryffindor, was descending rather angrily upon Jonathan, there was already a crowd of people between Minnie and the two boys. Somewhere of the ruckus and the excited whispering of younger students about "witnessing a real fight" she heard the faint sound of Jonathan speaking his usual cool and slightly irritating voice. Of course, leave it to him to push someone's buttons who was already looking for an excuse to beat his face in. She tried to push her way through the crowd, but it was thickening and she wasn't the tallest nor the strongest. As she continued to slowly make her way to the center of the group, where the two boys were, probably earning themselves a few weeks detention, she heard the loud clatter of what she suspected were dishes being knocked over and sighed loudly, mumbling under her breath, "Leave it to Jon to pick a fight the first day of school... Bloody classes haven't even started..." Why she still felt it was her responsibility to minimize the damage he did to himself and those around him, she wasn't sure, but if she wasn't willing to do it, who was?

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Jonathan's nose was practically touching Chandlers, and he could sense the fear he had. Jonathan had lost that feeling last year, he just acted, never worried about the consequences. A little irrational yes, but after that damn battle nothing was the same.

The quarrel was interrupted by some Hufflepuff snatching Chandler away. "Hufflepuff, come on Chandler you could do so much better than that.." Letting the words roll off his tongue, he could feel his words strike a cord. Chandler turned back around, sending a lob of spit at him, which brought a smile to his face. "Hit me!" Jonathan got his wish, as he was grabbed by his robes and pushed towards the table, it hitting his lower back. "You could do better than that," he said his words cold as ice.​

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[Knarf]

Kellan had just barely brought a forkful of eggs to his mouth when his attention snagged on the broad form of Chandler storming over with a look of rage. As if sensing danger, his friends seemed to be flocking to him in defense of, strangely, Jon. After a glance at their facial expressions - mixed looks of worry and barely contained anger - he pieced together that they were restraining him not to protect Jon so much as to protect Chandler from ending up in Azkaban for justified murder. He watched as a hufflepuff came to try to defuse the situation but to no avail. The tall boy was already lunging at him and Kellan barely had time to grab his pumpkin juice off the table before it shook from the force. Now swiftly annoyed, he pulled out his wand and said dryly, "Protego!" An invisible barrier shot up between the two, forcing Chandler to dart several spaces away from their table and thus, Jon. He set his drink back down and looked between the two with a raised eyebrow and his lips drawn in a tight line. He glanced away in time to see Minnie approaching with a grave look of exasperation. He lowered his wand, grateful to have someone with more experience in keeping the peace take over. "They're all yours," he said flatly.

 

[sarahmickey98]

Minnie De'Maria

Knowing that the fight had already broken out, Minnie was half worried that she'd find one the two boys dead or fatally wounded by the time she got there. With the tensions high these days and the rage still boiling in everyone's blood, she wouldn't put it past either of them. Even Chandler. But, by the time she finally made it past the crowd of people, Kellan had his wand raised and she watched as he cast Protego, booting Chandler back a few feet, putting enough space between the two for someone to safely interfere. When he gladly handed the situation over to her, she gave him an exasperated look, annoyed by the whole situation and still wondering why she allowed it to her problem. But nonetheless, she turned her attention back to the two boys, a look of disappointment and frustration reading in her blue-green eyes. She took a glance at Chandler, who though still looking pretty pissed off wasn't trying to lunge at Jon anymore, and then nodded at Maeve. "He's all yours to deal with. Keep your boy, in check." She spat the word boy as an insult, meaning to make note of his immaturity. Then she turned her attention to Jon, who was still leaned back against the table from when Chandler had shoved him, fixing him with a deadly gaze. "As for you, what were you thinking? Are you trying to get yourself expelled your seventh year? Do you not think? Careless, Jonathan, really careless. Get up." She looked at him impatiently, motioning with her hand for him to rise. "I need to check the bruise you no doubt have on your back, unless you'd rather explain to Madam Pomfrey how you got it. I'm sure she'd love to share the story with McGonagall."

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[spooksspook]

Maeve's heart sank deep into her chest as Chandler ordered her to move, her hands shaking slightly as she still tried to hold onto him. Suddenly, she heard the hiss of Jonathan's voice behind her; what he said hitting her to her core.
"Hufflepuff, come on Chandler you could do so much better than that.."
Maeve couldn't even force herself to turn around to face the Slytherin boy, her last grip on Chandler slipping off as he brushed past her to undoubtedly begin a fight with Jonathan. The Hufflepuff however found herself standing starkly still in the midst of the hall, clutching at her robes as she heard the crash of Jonathan's body hitting the table behind her. It sent a shutter through her body as many other students cheered and yelped. She gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut, walking hastily towards the large crowds surrounding the tables only to hear another female voice breech her head. She turned around suddenly to have a dark haired girl, clearly Ravenclaw, nodding to her and spitting out another order to watch out for Chandler. Maeve still didn't have the drive, confidence, or even energy to respond, only turning to look towards Chandler. He stood fuming, pinned by what could only be a spell of sorts, and several feet away from Jonathan. She stood still for another moment, trying to brush past all of the commotion in her head, and finally found some sort of energy to walk towards him. The words of Jonathan bounced around in her head angrily, making her body feel weak and shaky as her mind raced with "what ifs" and uncertainty.
Does Chandler see me like that? Like...he could do better?
Maeve didn't have the confidence to answer herself, only trudging up to her friend and once again grabbing his arm. Her hands were shaking violently by now, and most of her head was buried in her scarf or hair.
"Lets just leave Chandler... Please. You've done enough.", she said quietly, her heart still pounding as she heard the Ravenclaw girl continue to rant at Jonathan. Maeve took a shallow breath, continuing to look down at the tile as she shakily held onto Chandler; scared to let go.

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[Knarf]

After the ruckus began to fade, Kellan sat back in his isolated corner, staring down at his now forkless plate. He caught the glitch of steel a short distance down the table, miraculously the egg still speared on. Not that he was about to eat it, particularly since it was pooled in what looked to be a mix of orange juice and syrup. He elected instead to grab a plain bagel and took a chunk out of it, chewing mechanically as he tried to ignore the looks he was receiving. They could be disappointed all they want, he thought, resisting an eyeroll. He was glad the fight didn't escalate like it was preparing to. The last thing he needed was to be swept back up in the drama between his house and Gryffindor. He peeked over at Jon as nonchalantly as possible, checking to see if his mood had improved at all.

While he was still mentally patting himself on the back for his prowess in spellcasting, he wasn't entirely sure Jon would appreciate his meddling. At least Minnie was there to distract him. He'd seen the two of them together enough to know if someone could get him to see reason, it was her. Not that they ever really spoke... Maybe he should fix that, he mused. Kellan gave himself a silent nod, his lower lip pushed out in a thoughtful expression before he took another bite, this one less caveman and more gentleman. Afterall, he had an appearance to uphold. He made a pleased humming sound after taking a sip of his rescued pumpkin juice, smiling sweetly at the first year nearby who was looking wistfully at her tipped over goblet. You snooze you lose.

 

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Chandler Beaumont

Having been forced back by Kellan's spell, Chandler stood a few feet away from the Slytherin table, watching as Minnie came to Jon's rescue, as per usual. Even when they were broken up, they couldn't stay away from each other. He barely even noticed Maeve was still there and seeming to be going through some sort of turmoil in her head, probably over what Jonathan said. Chandler's skin burned at the thought of it. How silly the stereotype of dismissing Hufflepuffs as loyal little followers was. Maeve was loyal, yes, but even more than, she was the most kindhearted person Chandler had ever met. And practically the only person keeping him sane at this point, so, yes, Jonathan's words had struck a chord. Minnie, her eyes flashing with annoyance, snapped at Maeve and took a direct hit at Chandler's impulsive behavior. This normally would have bothered him, but he was still trying to calm himself down, his chest rising and falling quickly. He only stopped focusing on his anger when he felt the presence of Maeve's hand on his arm again and this time he really looked at her and listened. She was shaking and there was a pang of regret in his chest. He nodded slowly, his expression turning to one of guilt. Moving her hand from his arm to take it in his, giving it a small squeeze and murmuring to her, "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have... We can go, I don't feel like eating much anymore anyway..." Wrapping his arm around her at attempt to comfort her, he gave one final glare at Jonathan before leading her through the throng of people who were still watching and out of the Great Hall.

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Jonathan felt the adrenaline coursing through him, he wanted the hit. Oh he craved it. The Battle was coming back to him, and Chandler was quickly replaced by a Death Eater in his mind. The Great Hall was a corridor in Hogwarts, crumbling apart from the battle outside. But, just as he was about to receive the blow, the Death Eater was blown away. With a quick blink of his eyes, the Death Eater was replaced by Chandler, who looked shaken, and out of his haze of anger. But what awaited him was much scarier than Chandler. It was Minnie...

Reluctantly standing to his feet, he flashed a glance at Chandler and the Hufflepuff. "We're not done here." Though the words lacked the usual acid, they were stone cold. And as quickly as it started, he was whisped away.

Jonathan tuned out most of Minnie's upbraid, and focused on his footsteps. "I could've handled that you know... You really believe that Hufflepuff was going to allow Chandler to hit me? The fact that she even attempted to stop him proves it... Fuck I hate Hufflepuffs." Shoving his hands in his robes, the thought of his parents briefly arose. That was their house, and supposed to be his. But of course, he was a failure. ​

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Minnie De'Maria

Her focus was on Jonathan, not bothered by whether or not Maeve actually did as she told her to and took care of Chandler. She felt oddly like Jon's mother, standing there scolding him, but she immediately regretted feeling that way, remembering that his mother had been killed and it had nearly torn him apart. It probably still was tearing him apart. It wasn't a surprise that he had to get the last word in before leaving the scene, making a promise to Chandler that they'd finish this fight another time. She found herself rolling her eyes at his need to constantly start something with someone as she stalked off after him through the doors of the Great Hall and out into the entrance hall. Huffing as she listened to him and letting out a little hard chuckle at his words, she responded flatly, "Don't blame your unnecessary hatred on other people, Jonathan." How like him to not be accountable for his actions and turn them onto other people, as if it was the Hufflepuff's fault that he had pissed of Chandler. And she was sure Chandler wasn't the only one who would like a piece of him right now. "You're lucky Kellan is such a quick thinker and cast that Protego charm before the fight really broke out. One of you could have ended up really injured or expelled. And we both know that if you got expelled your last your of Hogwarts, you'd really be at a loss. What with your big dreams of becoming an auror and all. You would think you'd take your staying out of trouble a little more seriously." He was quite a bit taller than her and he wasn't exactly walking slowly, she was almost jogging to keep up with him, the words falling from her mouth almost faster than she could think. A little extra bit of venom dripping from their syllables.

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Jonathan slowed his steps to a stroll, seeing as Minnie had to run to keep with him. But her words hurt. He did blame others for things that were his own, seeing as that rose his popularity. But, the deserters needed to be accounted, and he wasn't going to stop just because of Minnie. But the words of Kellan, his fellow housemate stung more. She thought a wallflower was better than him? Running a hand through his hair, he took a deep breath. He kept his head to the ground, seeing as he already gave a bigger sign that her words hurt.

He couldn't even muster anything to retaliate. That was his weakness. Minnie always could get the last word with him, and it had been that way since they met. He could one up anyone else, but Minnie De'Maria. So, Jonathan decided to take a peaceful approach. "Your into wallflowers now Min, you could've just told me that. I wouldn't dropped the popular guy act my 5 year." The weight of the world slightly left his shoulders as he joked with the girl. It felt like his 4th year again. Crushing on a girl who wanted nothing to do with him.​

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Minnie De'Maria

She was finally able to relax her pace when Jonathan slowed down, wetting her lips with tongue subconsciously as she easily pulled her up into a ponytail, the slight curls falling onto her back as she finished, letting her hands fall back to her sides. Glancing over at him and noticing that his expression had changed, ever so slightly. Anyone else would have missed it, but she knew him, even after everything... still... she knew him. Something she said must have hit a soft spot in him. She felt a pang of guilt but pushed it aside quickly. Everything she had said had been true and he had needed to hear it. Maybe it would put some sense back into that dense head of his, since he seemed to have lost any trace of it.
She waited for him to respond, half expecting a sharp tongued response that would leave her licking her wounds, but it never came. Instead he seemed a little lost in thought for a moment. She took the time to study him. He looked the same, really, except maybe a little older... a little more worn... His hair was longer and his eyes were the same color but there was something dark behind them now. When he finally spoke, she was surprised at his tone of voice. It was light, almost playful. It took her by surprise and for a moment she just looked at him, her lips slightly parted as her mind adjusted to this new conversation tone. And when it finally had she found herself smiling slightly, looking down at her feet as she responded, "I like modesty, I wouldn't say Kellan is the most modest person. But, if we're being honest, you weren't really either... So, maybe I don't have a type." She glanced up after speaking, a slight glint of mischief in her eyes as she teased him, "Why so concerned? Afraid I'm going after your housemate?"

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"Modest? I'm the farthest thing from it." Jonathan threw a jab at himself, feeling he deserved it for breaking up with this girl. Thought he still hadn't fully recovered from his parents murder, he knew pushing her away was a mistake. "I'm concerned for your taste in men. You leave a dashing man like myself for a wallflower? Looks like i've gotta work harder to get you back."
He stopped himself before he said anything else dumb. That was the giveaway. Dammit De'Maria always got him to do stupid things. Jonathan wasn't sure if he should apologize, or just leave it. Fuck. It was like he was 14 again, being this awkward!
"So umm I only have two classes this year.. Wohoo...." In a god aweful way to change the conversation, though he knew Minnie De'Maria wouldn't let him off the hook.​

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