The newest batch of Hogwarts students have entered this historic school and no one knows how their future will turn out - will you be a quidditch pro or maybe a prefect? The year is now 2021, and now it's time for the next generation to make their mark. The newest batch of Hogwarts students have entered this historic school and no one knows how their future will turn out - and that is where the fun begins.
The plot will be determined by the characters of the site as of now - future plots will change as these forces weigh in on the Wizarding World, and we see where these characters take us. So join in and let your character make their mark!
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Post by Dominique E. Weasley on Dec 31, 2017 15:14:25 GMT
The wind whipped around Dominique in the courtyard - it was cold and biting at her skin, so she pulled her Gryffindor scarf more tightly around her neck. A couple of Hufflepuff students - they looked about maybe 5th year - were walking close enough by her, that she turned her attention to them. “Help us save the Frog Choir,” she said firmly, holding a flyer out in front of them in a way that made it hard for them to ignore her. Neither of them stopped to say anything to her, but they took the flyer at least, and looked like they were reading it at least as they walked away. She smiled to herself, and turned back to scanning the crowd of students. Her and Charlotte had worked hard on perfecting the flyer to get out their message and clearly and as powerfully as possible, so seeing their hard work in action was particularly satisfying.
The stack of flyers were gripped tightly in her mitten-clad hands as she fought to keep the chill of the air at bay, but Dom wasn’t even close to giving up and moving inside. When divvying out flyer-duty at the last meeting, the Viaduct shift was naturally the least popular spot for people to sign up for. Hogwarts was in deep winter now, and the idea of spending any amount of time stood outside didn’t seem very appealing to anyone, let alone doing it for an extended amount of time. But Dom knew that this courtyard was one of the busiest areas of the castle, especially on breaks and between lessons, and bar the Entrance Hall, you couldn’t really find this traffic of people anywhere else. So as such an important spot, Dom didn't hesitate in volunteering herself for the Viaduct shifts. It was okay - sure it was cold, but she knew it was important work she was doing, so it didn't bother her all that much. Besides, she knew that she'd be inside eventually, so she could deal with it, especially if it meant she was helping the cause - speaking of -
More students walked by, and she held up flyers to them. "We need your help to save the music programme," she said loudly, trying to cut through the noise of the crowds. "Music and arts tuition is important and we need to save it while we can." A couple more people took flyers and she offered her thanks as they took the parchment off her.
Post by Argus Narcissus Barbary on Jan 9, 2018 5:23:55 GMT
Merlin. How could students at a school like Hogwarts be such simpletons. Argus would never understand how some of these students can be so damn stupid and why the plague his life with their endless stupidities. 'How do you do this?''Can you explain this Argus' 'What does the professor mean by this.' There was only so many of their endless stupid questions that he could take. His irritated soul could only be soothed by a smoke, or to punch someone. Which ever came first.
Smoking was bad publicity with the world suddenly deciding anything that went against keeping yourself healthy was bad, but fuck it. Argus figured if they were all going to die one day he was going to have a fucking splendid time till then. He may not be a Potter or some famous political person, but he was a Barbary for fuck sake. He grew up going to the Ministry with his mother on days then going to concerts on the other side of the world that night. Rock Stars didn't have bed times he argued often as a kid, quite often till he was finally old enough to not have one. His mother always shook her head with a smile, mumbling about how they had raised a diva but never did anything to change it. If he wanted to be a Diva his mother would let him, his father would stand in support, that was just how they were. They wanted him to be happy, to do what made him happy. The elders both knew what true pain of trying to resist what made you happy was, how it only did more harm than help. If he wanted a smoke, he would do just that.
And so he did, leisurely leaning in the corner of the courtyard let the ashes from his drag melt small bits of snow on the ground. Winter was never a bother to him. It was fun to see kids flock indoors to the warmth of stone walls and hot teas. All he needed was a smoke and he was set, just as today. Students walked through the courtyard simply, moving from warmth to warmth, all except one. Some girl with a scarlet scarf and too many pieces of parchment. He watched her. Not because he cared what the fuck she was doing in the cold, but more intrigued how this little ant broke away from the rest of the line. She seemed familiar at least, but he couldn't put his finger on where. A fangirl? possibly. Whatever the case he watched on.
It wasn't until half way into his drag he could he hear he words. The Frog Choir? Argus didn't give a shit about that lame excuse for her musical group, however he knew someone who would. Pops never was in it, at least not that he spoke about, but music was everything to him. A trait the older man passed down to his son. Caring about what he cared about made Argus feel, a emotion. Something he didn't like.
The end of the smoke meant a choice. Return to the inside warmth filled with stupidity and he regular uncaring state. Or risk the cold and possibly giving a fuck.
Well Argus was here for a good time not a long time.
Subtle foot prints in the snow made their way towards the girl with the endless amount of papers. A group had walked past with flyers, some being crumpled as they made it far enough away. He knew well the looked that appeared around him, it was hard not to notice the dark skinned boy anywhere, let alone admits all the fresh snow. Eyes were on him as the ever known non-caring Barbary Rock Star in training walked straight towards the girl, hands relaxed in his front pockets as he reached her, taking one out and grabbed a paper while she had her head turned thanking others. "Music and Arts huh?" He words were non-shalant as he looked over the parchment. Were these even hand written? Who the hell cares this much about musi- oh of course. Wizardings for a better whatever. Seb was a part of it, some girl he was hung up on or something. It was a lot of work for some action but whatever that was his prerogative. However the girl in front of him, that could be some fun. "Whats this all about anyways?"
Post by Dominique E. Weasley on Feb 11, 2018 15:18:24 GMT
As much disappointment Dom was used to facing during these sorts of flyer campaigns, they never dampened her spirits or enthusiasm. She knew that some people liked to mock her for her efforts, not understanding the point of standing in the freezing temperatures of a Hogwarts winter, handing out leaflets to passing students who really had no desire to stand and listen to her. But Dom had a kind of resiliency that pushed her through - she had her goal, and nothing, not even the weather or other people's opinions on it, was ever going to get in the way of that. Doing this sort of thing was important, and made a difference (no matter what some people might say, yes it did make a difference), and she was more than happy to sacrifice her time and effort to that.
Dom was startled only for a moment when she felt someone tug a paper from her hand - she hadn't seen anyone approach her, and feeling the paper give way from her grip gave her a little bit of a shock. But whatever surprise she felt, that feeling was quickly smothered by a determination that was rising up in her. This - this, where she could actually talk to people and deliver her pitch - is when she could really shine. Dom had a natural kind of air about her that made people really listen to her - some had hypothesised that it was the Veela in her that made people's heads turn, but Dom preferred not to think of it like that; she didn't like the idea that the only reason people cared about what she had to say was because of some sort of alluring beauty that was part of her biology. She wanted to think that people heard and were moved by her words and her passion more than anything else. And well, whatever the cause of it, it worked, because people did pay attention to her when she wanted them to.
She recognised the boy somewhat - Argus, she thought his name was - she never was the friendly type like Charlotte, so the ins and outs of the social scenes of Hogwarts were all a bit lost on Dom. She was a little one track-minded that way, and if someone weren't interested in WFABW or the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, she didn't really have any interest in them. It's not that she harboured any genuine dislike for other students or what they got up to in their spare time, no, she wouldn't say that at all - it's just that she genuinely tended not to care all too much? But like here now, when someone seemed to be showing a genuine interest in her campaign? Well, now she started to take some notice.
Dom smiled, and turned to face the boy head on, and happily launched into her speech. "'Wizards For A Better World' is launching a campaign to save the funding for Hogwarts music education," she said, her look determined and holding out the stack of other flyers to point to the information in question. "The board of trustees is going to stop funding the music programme, and are closing down important Hogwarts clubs like the Frog Choir because they don't believe music is an important enough part of education - our stance is that students disagree, and music is an essential part of having a rounded education, and helps non-academic students." She took a breath. "The flyer campaign today is to raise awareness, but we're also looking for help brainstorming, planning and organising a larger campaign for the school to take notice of - it's the sort of thing we discuss in our weekly meetings. Would that be something you'd be interested in?"
Post by Argus Narcissus Barbary on May 12, 2018 19:47:46 GMT
Argus listened, and listened, and liste- fuck did this girl ever stop talking? He almost immediately regretted his decision to come over here as she went on and on, something that she had clearly prepared and was probably not use to making it all the way through. The little blonde in front of him was interesting, needless to say. Something about her made the boy who didn't give a shit regularly actually listen to her long and drawn out speech. He listened to her till she ended. Would you be interested? Everything in him said no, not at all. Some dumb choir he never was a part of and honestly was disgusting, I mean come on, singing frogs? Who the fuck thought that was okay. However there was something about her that made him want to care, well, maybe give half a shit at least. Not a full shit. The only thing that was really peeking his interest was her.
"How many times have you rehearsed that?" he asked with a cheeky grin on his face, looking down at the hand made poster then back at the blonde girl with snow in her hair. He was joking around with her of course, but something stuck in his head. Was he interested? He was, he just wasn't sure it was what she was talking about. He didn't do good, that was his dad's thing. Charity concerts, helping his mom around the house, all this stuff, it wasn't passed down to his son though. His dad was a good guy, he however was not. But he learned how to act it.
"Maybe, I can't say I care much around the frog Choir, but I do enjoy have music and arts at school still, give some break from all the boring classes." he spoke simply before looking her up and down very clearly, "So like is there a thing I need to sign, petition or somethin"
Post by Dominique E. Weasley on May 27, 2018 18:36:45 GMT
If there had been any piece of feedback that Dom had received more than anything else, it was the fact that she had the tendency to be a little...intense. She failed to see the problem with that, and it wasn't really something that had ever bothered her, even when people tried to tell her that it was a bad thing. It wasn't just a core feature of her personality - more importantly to her it was a core feature of her politics. Trying to do the 'right thing' without genuinely caring about other people made your work empty and meaningless - it meant you were just going through the motions of things that you thought you had to do, rather than something you felt compelled to do because you acutely felt other people's suffering. The fact was to Dom that if she didn't direct every ounce of that passion into those causes, she was wasting her time and 'going through the motions', so to speak - and to her that just wasn't good enough. Sure, she could be a little bit overzealous, but she had always struggled to understand why anyone would ever consider that a remotely bad trait to have - to her it was a vital part of caring for your fellow wizard. As such, criticism of that nature just seemed to roll off her back.
So whatever - this boy in front of her might have made a joke about it, but Dom was much more focused on the positives of their interaction already. He'd not only taken a flyer from her, but he'd engaged and properly asked her to explain the campaign. He'd also stood there and not once attempted to interrupt her or lose interest in the time she'd taken to explain everything to him (which is more than she could say even for certain members of WFABW, who just seemed to use the club as a social gathering rather than paying attention to the group's true purpose). All of this so far seemed to her to be very promising, and as she often did, she started to let her optimism get away with her. First impressions lasted a long time with Dom Weasley, and all of this to her indicated someone who had aligned political interests with her, and she was about to try and take those facts and run with them. "I've been out here for a while now," she admitted, but she was keen to turn the interest back to the topic at hand rather than talk about herself. "But all of us in 'Wizards For a Better World' feel very strongly about it, so we've held lots of discussions on the subject before we put together the beginnings of this campaign."
And to say that she was thrilled when he asked for a petition (a favourite phrase of hers, surely), would be an understatement. This was exactly the sort of thing they held these flyer sessions for - to find like-minded individuals and bring them into the fold, where their ideas can freshen up and strengthen their group's debates, dynamics and strategies. She felt an almost rush of energy flow through as she smiled at the Ravenclaw. "We do have a petition that we're starting, yes," she said. "It's going to be something that we'll draw up and get our first signatures at our next meeting - at the moment we're just drumming up interest with flyers, so by the time our petition goes around there's some buzz about it and students are well informed." She paused, thoughtfully. "Our next step is going to be organising a fundraising event of some sort, where we could probably include a drive for signatures on the petition too."
