Fandom The Year After: Hogwarts Roleplay

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"Ms. Stowe, what might a Diriclaw do to escape danger?" The teacher turned towards Ada still next to a large chalkboard with bullets about the Diriclaw, but with a flick of the teachers wand the notes vanished. "The teacher is irritable today." Thought Altsonis, rolling his eyes. "Well, Ms. Stowe?" The teachers eyes narrowed and his brows, raised. There were round sleep marks under his eyes. Alts saw this and grimaced, ever so slightly.

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[Knarf]

If Kellan had been excited about the first lesson of Defense Against the Dark Arts, that excitement had slowly shriveled up as the class crawled by. Diricawls were about as interesting as watching a weed grow (thank merlin he dropped herbology). He spent a good portion of the period doodling and only half listening to the lecture, occasionally peeking up from his masterpiece to glance at his classmates. They all wore similiar glazed over expressions, staring vacantly in the general direction of the professor. He must have caught on that his class was in a stupor, because he began to grill Altinos about the lesson. Kellan shrugged apologetically at Altinos' look for help, mouthing 'sorry mate' when the professor had his attention focused on Ada. Kellan sank lower in his seat, raising his textbook just high enough to hide his face from view, not wanting to face the teacher's wrath next. It'd be a stretch to get two pages worth of information on the creature, let alone three... good thing he could talk in circles about practically anything.

 

[calvinuu123]

The teacher turned, looking at Kellan. He seemed to have a natural sense when someone shrank down. "Kellan" he glared "What form of escape... Does the Diricraw use... In dangerous. Situations; and no, it does not shrink into a book." Something was making the teacher tick, ready to explode, fuming with smoke. But for whatever reason, he was angry. The teachers nose flared. "And if you get it wrong, you get another page also..."

Altsonis turned starch white, not wanting Kellan to suffer the same fate. Alts couldn't shrink down, but he couldn't say the answer at the risk of getting even more homework, or even a detention. So, Alts did the only thing he could do. Watch. Alts bit his lip. and started taking more notes, hopefully disguising his scent with ink. The scent the teacher seemed to know so well

(Can I name the professor? If so, Professor Milicks. The teacher who is outraged some days, and friendly others.)

 

[calvinuu123]

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[Knarf]

He imagined this is what it felt like to be a pygmy puff about to be devoured by an owl. Kellan exhaled sharply before lowering his book, his eyebrows knitted in slight confusion. Was this a trick question? It sounded like the same one he'd asked Altsonis; did they have several escape methods..? If he said teleport would that still count? Technically it was right. He cleared his throat, scratching at his nose nervously. "Er... well they do not fly..." he spoke slower than usual, trying not to be too obvious as he kept glancing down at his open book, "uh... do Diricawls have their own version of squibs? I'm sure there are some that aren't very bright that flee on foot." Kellan paused to look at Professor Milicks, who definitely didn't seem impressed with the direction his answer was heading. "No? Hah, just joking. Teleporting is obviously... the only... answer?" His voice got higher, ending the sentence in a question and giving the professor a hopeful smile. Kellan made sure to keep his parchment hidden under his elbow, particularly his dragon sketch that oddly resembled Milicks.

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[sarahmickey98]

Minnie De'Maria

There had been no particular excitement for Defense Against the Dark Arts specifically, rather just an excitement for lessons in general. Minnie's eyes reopened, with much struggle seeing as she didn't wish to open them really, as the time for lesson grew nearer and the desks around her began to fill up. She noticed, vaguely since she was slightly distracted by digging through her bag for her parchment and quill, the faces that were being seated around her. Near the window was the Slytherin boy who had so graciously separated Jon and Chandler earlier. Kellan, she remembered his name for her time spent dating Jon, when she spent a large amount of her time around the Slytherin house members. Not far from where she herself sat was an old friend, Barry. They had bonded so quickly there first year, both understanding each others histories deeply, and had been practically inseparable until she started dating Jon in their third year. Part of her ached with the desire to reach out and find comfort in him again, but a larger part of her told her to stay put and allow her brokenness to only effect her. Not long after Barry had arrived, a peculiar girl who seemed a little... fairy-like, waltzed in and accidentally spilled ink all over Barry's robes. Minnie pressed her lips together and kept her eyes down in order to stifle her laughter and then went on watch the people around her. Another boy, one she wasn't too familiar with came in with a slight hint of arrogance to him. The half-giant, Lucrezia she believed her name was, came in looking unfortunately cheerful, and sat next to the arrogant boy. Finally, the flow of students slowed to a halt and most of the desks were filled and Professor Milicks began his lesson on, disappointingly, Diricrawls. Minnie let out an exasperated sigh mentally, picking up her quill none the less and beginning to scratch down the notes that Milicks was having the chalk magically write on the board.
Her first key to success was to always stay focused, or at least appear to stay focused. Something the rest of her classmates apparently weren't very good at. The arrogant boy, who she now knew was named Altonis was called upon by a clearly grumpy Milicks and asked about what a Diricrawl does to escape danger. Minnie's hand shot straight up into the air, but of course, was ignored. Altonis answered incorrectly and Milicks turned his wrath upon a daydreaming Ada, whom he didn't even wait for an answer from before reaiming his fury again. This time it fell upon a very in-expecting Kellan, who had been attempting to hide behind his book. As he struggled his way through a round-a-bout answer, Minnie's hand remained in the air, waving frantically now, desperate for a chance to prove herself. Though there was really no need to anymore.

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Chandler Beaumont

He hadn't wanted to leave her, noticing that she clearly didn't want to leave him and so he had hovered near Maeve and stayed with her, his arm still firmly around her, until well after class had started. Not exactly the way he had wanted to start the year, but he supposed with everything that had happened, he would be excused. He just had his fingers-crossed that Milicks would be having a good day, rather than a bad one. Silently wishing he was as lucky as Maeve was to have a free period instead, he had assured her that he would meet up with her after his class and before their next. She had opted out of taking Defense Against the Dark Arts and Chandler knew why without her even saying a word. The thing that had happened during the battle, the things she had seen, haunted her deeply and all of them were tied to the things discussed and involved in Defense Against the Dark Arts. He almost wanted to drop the class himself, but it was far too important to miss out on. What if everything really wasn't over and these skills were needed? He took a deep breath as he stood outside the classroom before gripping the doorknob and swinging it open, feeling sudden dread when all eyes land on him, realizing that he walked in on one of Milicks angry moments. He winced slightly as the door slammed loudly behind him.

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[spooksspook]

Giving Chandler one last squeeze as he left her to join his class, Maeve smiled sheepishly as the door to the room slammed shut; rolling back and forth on her heels awkwardly for a moment before walking off quietly down the hallway. As she ambled down the quiet corridor, she found herself starkly aware she had never picked her notebook back up after the, well, incident in the lunchroom earlier. Her steps quickened as she darted back to the dining hall, struggling ever so slightly to crack open the large wooden doors in order to enter. Much of the chaos had been cleaned up from the frenzy of paper airplanes and broken tables earlier, but a stray plane could still be seen aimlessly flying about within the large room. Maeve was luckily spared from their wrath as she slipped in and out of the hall, notebook and pen in hand as she found herself back out in the corridor. For several minutes she found herself moping around the empty hallways, though after a short time she had found herself absent-mindedly heading towards the library; a nice, quiet place for her to relax after the stressors the morning brought along with it.

Adjusting her scarf, her hair now stuck beneath it, the Hufflepuff girl came up on the library; the smell of tomes and old paper comforting her only briefly before the morning caught back up with her. Just as she approached, none other than Jonathan himself came strutting towards her. Her feet froze as his hateful words flooded back into her head, though the anxious fear that plagued her throughout breakfast was much less potent. Without all the extra eyes of the entire school, she felt astronomically more comfortable. Though, this was Jonathan; she was clearly uncomfortable. Her head filled with questions quickly.
Shouldn't he be in Defense Against the Dark Arts..? Of course not, he probably knows everything he needs already.
She quickly chastised herself. Maeve is not the sort to stoop down to his level, and she shook the thoughts away abruptly. Quickly picking up her pace once again, she pulled nervously at her scarf in a last ditch effort to maybe go past him unseen; her dark eyes peering warily at him from behind her curly hair.

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[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

Milick was in one of his bad moods it seemed, Lucrezia thought with a inward sigh as she tried to make herself less noticeable if that was even possible. Looking around she noted there was a general bad feeling in the room which was not hard to see. This was meant to be the happy time after a great victory but she could see the gloom in the air, not lost either that she as well was contributing to it despite trying to appear happy. She saw one of the girls she had noticed from time to time since she arrived, Mickey? Minnie? Something like that. She lacked a certain brightness and energy, Lucrezia had seen before looking pale and a little miserable. It was a change which surprised Lucrezia how much it struck her as shocking and could also see something familiar about it.

She almost jumped with a jolt when the door slammed, quickening her heart beat and breathing. She realised it was just a griffindor student slamming the door too hard but she didnt calm just fear of something wrong building more and more. Her breathing continued to quicken further to the point she was just gasping for breath. She felt heat build in her face and she began to sweat perfusley. The talking around her seemed grating and irritating.

 

[calvinuu123]

Millick looked down at Kellan, a muscle in his forehead becoming visible, but then, he smiled. "Well, clearly this class knows as much about Diricawls as first years. I think I ought to assign a project. Everyone, I want a four page essay on my desk by next Friday, with information about every aspect. Sightings, attacks, hunts for them. And, I want a rough draft one page from everyone by tomorrow. There will be no notes given to the people who din't pay attention, and if I catch anyone helping Mr. Course and Mr. Kellan, they will be given detention. Anyone with Quidditch needs to write three pages, except for the people I spoke to. Class dismissed!"

Alts shook his head, needing time for Quidditch practice. This was an outrage! Alts walked to Kellan, face red. "This is unbelievable! How could he do this!" Alts said, in a low whisper.

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[FrazzledFox]

Barry Elliot Noble
Barry would smile faintly at the memory, his third year seeming so long ago. Though they had messed up the potion on a spectacular scale and he had to beg Professor Snape to allow him to write a paper to make the grade up, he had fun. It was around the same time that Minnie had started to date Jonathan, and the kindness and humor Ada had showed while they worked together was more than welcome.

The smile would drop from his face almost immediately as Milicks turned his wrath on the students around him, not even really allowing them to answer the question. Great. 15 minutes into class and Milicks is already being a prick. As Milicks set the assignment out a scowl would set upon Barry's face as he stood, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "This is pointless. You ask a question and move on before people can answer or even look at any notes they have taken. Bloody hell, its the first day back, and after the past year one would think that a teacher would have more common sense than to expect a class of scattered and random students to be in top form, not to mention the fact that it seems we are all of varying grade levels and houses. If you did not know Professor, the position of Defense Against The Dark Arts is cursed. Did they not tell you that? Not that it matters now."

Setting his jaw Barry would walk to the door, trying his best not to trip in his worn moccasins. The adrenaline of the spontaneous rebellion already setting in his breathing would pick up. Shit. No going back now. Shit shit shit shit. But this is stupid. Commit to the part Barry. No turning back. Turning back to Milicks he would snap "By the way, Diriclaws use a form of teleportation to escape danger. We learned this last year. Try getting new material." Without waiting for a response from Milicks, he would push out the door, breathing heavily. And he would begin to walk. With no actual destination he would wander for a few minutes before the adrenaline would wear off. Suddenly exhausted he would lean against the nearest wall, sliding down it as he put his head in his hands, his thoughts going a mile a minute.

Mentions/Location/Interactions

Mentions: jespereilvapleuvoir sarahmickey98 @ReverseWells
Location: Hogwarts || Corridor nearish the library ||
Interactions: People randomly are kinda controlling Milicks so whoever I guess?

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[jespereilvapleuvoir]

Ada Stowe

A verdant field, dotted with polychromatic petals -not a wilted wildflower in sight- stretched abundantly and exuberantly onward, seeping into sifted silt and sand, before plunging beneath cerulean seas, plummeting toward eternity. Ada lounged luxuriously atop an imagined island, sprawled upon a spread of green. Grass glistened with scattered spots blissfully cool morning dew and-


A screeching, screaming growl emerged from the back of the classroom, and it seemed to Ada, the sort of sound that might issue from the bloated belly of a great, grandiose beast. However, such speculation was absent of any semblance of accuracy. The cacophony was, in fact, merely the muted, muttered groan of a poorly greased entryway, a fleeting, creaking cry of protest. It seemed that Beaumont had finally made an exceedingly belated entrance, much to Ada’s amusement. She attempted to contain her mirth, but failed in this endeavor, expelling a riotous string of giggles into her palm, eyes alit with precipitous laughter. The strangely jubilant sound was cut quite short by Barry’s own outburst, "This is pointless. You ask a question and move on before people can answer or even look at any notes they have taken. Bloody hell, its the first day back, and after the past year one would think that a teacher would have more common sense than to expect a class of scattered and random students to be in top form-,” Now silent, Ada considered his words and found that she agreed with his conclusion, Professor Milick’s behavior was inapposite and inopportune for the present situation. She was equally certain that their Professor had not intended to terrify his students, however pugnacious he had become in his efforts to tame them. Barry continued, “-not to mention the fact that it seems we are all of varying grade levels and houses. If you did not know Professor, the position of Defense Against The Dark Arts is cursed. Did they not tell you that? Not that it matters now.” Ada frowned, the rumor that the position had been cursed in years previous was based solely on circumstantial evidence, but if this curse lingered, despite the castle’s reconstruction and the widespread wane of dark magic in the Wizarding World, their professor could be doomed to an atrociously dismal fate. She began packing her books into faded messenger bag, gaze still fixed on the boy beside her. Barry concluded his speech in an anxious haze of uncertainty, the moment tapering into a cloud of conflicted contrition, “By the way, Diriclaws use a form of teleportation to escape danger. We learned this last year. Try getting new material." Ada watched her friend’s hurried exit, before raising her left palm tentatively, swiftly sealing her bag with her right hand. After a brief moment of silent surprise spent staring, startled, at the door, the professor reluctantly allowed her to speak. Ada paused, before lifting a lone page of notes that had remained untouched on her otherwise barren desk. “He’s correct professor, on both counts.” She has surmised that his accusations against the professor were factual and her notes provided evidence of the accuracy of his answer concerning Diriclaws. Securing the strap of her bag to her shoulder, she then rose and decidedly quit the room. Speaking once more only after the door had shut behind her, she addressed the huddled figure reclined against the school's sturdy stone wall, “That was really very heroic, you know.”

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[calvinuu123]

Professor Millick

Millick looked at her, staring at her leave. That was an insult to a professor. Should points be taken off? No, Barry was right though. He was stubborn today. What he did was just a lash of anger. The students didn't deserve that anger. Had they truly done anything wrong but doze off? Well, tomorrow he'd make it up. They'd have to do the project, Diriclaws were a big part of finals this year. So, he had a plan. He had one step though, to try to be a better professor. "10 points to Slytherin."

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

Lucrezia could not take it anymor, too much noise and the room felt more and more enclose oppressive. "I need to get out of here..."She said in a soft panicked whisper before turning to Alt, a mix of anger and panic in her eyes. "I need to get out of here!" She slammed her fist on to her table, cracking the oak table into before pushing it aside. She stood and hobbled out of the classroom looking for an exit.

 

[Knarf]

Kellan almost would have welcomed the floor opening up and swallowing him, if only to avoid the dirty looks that were now being directed at him and Atsonis. First day back at Hogwarts and already things were looking bleak. He purses his lips, trying to look indifferent about the homework punishment that had been bestowed on the entire class. Not even Minnie, who obviously knew the material and had her hand in the air, had gotten out of the extra workload. Kellan stared down at a scratch on his desk, silently fuming, when Barry began to angrily speak up. Kellan looked over at the Ravenclaw, his eyebrows lifted in surprise at the outburst. The boy was bold, that's for sure - Kellan admired that. His lips twitched, Ada's contribution only adding to his amusement.

That seemed to sober the professor up, as shortly after he awarded Slytherin ten points. Kellan couldn't help but think they deserved to go to Ravenclaw, considering Barry had been the voice of indignant reason, but who was he to begrudge his house points? He'd have to give Barry a pat on the arm next time he saw him. Once class was dismissed, Kellan started to shove his school things back into his bag, nearly dropping his textbook on his foot at Alts's sudden appearance by his elbow. "You're not kidding, Milicks is definitely in a mood today... He should trade slots with Hagrid; seriously, how are Diricawls dark or dangerous?" Kellan grumbles, standing up and stretching his back with a sigh. "Guess we have a long night of studying ahead." He spares the professor one last sour look before noticing Lucrezia. Her breathing seemed more labored and she was obviously having some extreme anxiety being in the room. She barely uttered a few words to his current companion before her fist thundered down, cleaving the table, and swiftly exiting the classroom. Kellan opens his mouth before re-closing it, glancing at Atsonis. "You should probably go after her."

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[calvinuu123]

"No" Atsonis sighs "she needs a moment to herself. To think things over. I think she'll feel better after that. Then I'll talk to her. And yeah, sorry about Millick. He might be less stubborn tomorrow. So, how was your summer?" Atsonis smiles, trying to make a good impression. He just wanted a friend after last year. Lucrezia was his friend, but still. Alts spun his wand in his fingers, bag on his back.

 

[Knarf]

Kellan nods slightly, trying not to think how disappointed he'd be if he'd stormed out of class and no one had dramatically followed to check up on him. He was sure the boy knew the best plan of action regarding his distraught friend, so tried to push it from his mind as the two left their Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. He hummed nonchalantly at his words of comfort about Milicks, looking briefly at the clock to gauge the time remaining before the second class of the day. 'Summer? It was about as well as anyone's, I expect. A lot of studying and boredom, to be honest. With the recent events, I didn't exactly have a lot of opportunity to do much. I think my dad was worried I'd get swept up in something dangerous," he says with a fond roll of his eyes. Kellan couldn't disagree entirely with his parent's reasoning, even if he had missed out on the biggest robe sale of the season and too many memorial services to count. They'd at least had the decency to allow him to send flowers, he supposed that was something. "What about you? Any illicit romances or exciting adventures, or was your summer as depressing as mine?" Kellan glances over at Altsonis, taking in his expression to look for signs of tribulation. He'd of course heard about the other boy's father and was aware of his mother's job in journalism. Kellan could only imagine how daunting the last twelve months had been for him. He knew his own family had it better than most, considering his had remained mostly unaffected by the war aside from being put under suspicion and being under the Ministry's watch. He'd lost a few friends, sure, but no one as close as a father.

 

[calvinuu123]

Altsonis nodded grimly, his smile vanishing for just a moment. "I went to my friends funeral, my mother sent me to a wizarding foster house, and then I went to the Ministry to testify that the man who killed my friend, was guilty. So, I didn't have a blast either. That's how I got my Patronus, you know. My friends death" Alts puts his hand on the back of his neck and shrugs "so not much happened. Just relived to be back here, where I can at least see I still exist." Alts chuckled a bit then put his wand away. "So, what's your next class?"

 

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[Gamer Luna]

Walking out of the girls' dormitory with her pet cat, Winter, Holly tidied her hair once more and made sure she looked her best. Clutching her locket closely to her chest, she silently sat down on one of the chairs in the common room, unsure where to go. Holly sat there, petting Winter, and opened up "Quidditch Through the Ages."

 

[Gamer Luna]

Yawning, Holly slid out of the chair to look for a better book in her stack of books she brought. She found Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them under the stack. She remembered that she drew in some creatures that didn't have pictures of them in the book. Sitting down on her bed, she lit her candle. Even though she knew the spell "Lumos," it became a habit for her to light candles instead of using the spell. The book used to be her mother's, and her mom gave it to her when she was little, but at that time, she thought that was just a fictional book describing fictional beasts.

 

[calvinuu123]

Alts smiles at Kellan and opens the door out of the classroom. "Nice talking to you. You want to hang out later?"

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[Knarf]

Kellan stared at Altsonis with a frown, listening to his summer with a sinking heart. "Wow, that's... I can't..." He shakes his head ruefully, sympathy overwhelming his usual knack to make lighthearted conversation. "Merlin, I'm sorry to hear that, and I had no idea. Honestly, I've yet to master a patronus," He says sheepishly, his fingers tapping distractedly against his trousers. "What form does it take?" Kellan asks after a second, hoping it wasn't too difficult to talk about. He always found it intriguing how patronuses varied so greatly between people. He wondered if having a friend's death affect it made seeing it sentimental or more painful to face as a constant reminder. Kellan gives him an encouraging smile, bumping Alt's shoulder in a probably failed attempt at companionable comfort.

He blinks at the question regarding his next class, squinting upward briefly while his brain tried to relocate the information. "Mm, I believe it's Divination - and before you knock it, it's not completely insufferable. You even get to drink tea sometimes," he says with a grin. "Well, I can't say you're supposed to drink it, but only barbarians would toss out perfectly good tea... Uh, what about you? And yeah, you too. That'd be great, especially if you wanna tackle that ridiculous paper together. Damn diricawls."

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[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

Lucrezia passed through several students, brushing past a few people aside along the way before finally making her way outside. There she rested her back on a wall and collapsed. Her breath was near gasped but it became a little easier and easier at each intake and her body slowly relaxed from its tensed state. She hadnt felt anything like this before, even at the battle she had never felt so scared and helpless.

 

[Gamer Luna]

Finally finishing both books, Holly decided to go out for a walk with her cat. She clumsily walked outside and started humming to herself.

 

[calvinuu123]

Altsonis takes out his wand and produces a Natalus bat. "A Natalus bat. I was swarmed with them as I saw a green light pass and hit my friend. He died and the only thing I saw as he passed, were those bats. And, I would love to work on the project together." Alts smiles happy to change subjects "You know, I lost a friend, but was able to help win a war. Weather you believe in fate or not, weather he died for a reason or not, he died for a cause. And I feel that it was supposed to happen. That he would help win the war."