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 Joy Therese Sweeting on Mar 7, 2018 2:48:32 GMT
February was drawing to a close, and the bitterest of winter was behind them. The school, even weeks later, was still buzzing from the aftermath of the Valentine’s Day dance, which, even for a Hogwarts school social event, had been exceptionally dramatic. Joy had swept in and out, though she declined the idea of seeking a date, as she didn’t have anyone particular in mind. Cece or Charlotte were the sort of people that could pluck dates out of nowhere; she wasn’t much interested in spending an entire evening with someone who, potentially, would end up being terrible. With her luck, she would end up with someone who made as big a fool of himself as James Potter or his date. That was something she certainly wasn’t interested in. She’d worn the dress that Cece made for her, spent some time with her friends, laughed at the general activity, and even danced to a few songs, but she didn’t linger too long or have a sip of punch (which turned out to be a great decision).
Thus, her role in the following weeks had been to deconstruct all of the happenings in her group of friends. This wasn’t too far of a deviation from the typical, but it involved many more questions and clawing the truth out of her friends. She’d been finding more and more than these young women, whom she had revered for years, felt things much differently than they seemed to be aware of. This was always good for a giggle, as it sometimes took them months to come to terms with something that they probably should have known immediately, but what was the fun in spoiling their own self-discovery?
Although there was still much chatter, two weeks had quelled the majority of the hot gossip. Most had already moved back to the topic of The Thestral- some secret organization at Hogwarts that provided students with potions of all kinds. Apparently, some students were having fun taking multiple creations at once, to varied, interesting, and potentially dangerous results. This particular topic had truly taken off at Prefect meetings; it seemed everyone had a theory that they, personally, wanted to explore. The only that thing stemmed from these meetings was a continued pressing from the Head Boy and Girl to remain strict in the prefect rounds schedule. There was discussion of doubling shifts, but the Heads shot that down pretty quickly. If they demanded too much of their prefects, it might take too much time away from their studies, and with midterms around the corner, that wouldn’t be fair (most likely because they both knew that nothing would come of it, even if they tried).
Joy was about halfway through her rounds, winding her way up the stairs to one floor to walk through the corridors, wand alight in front of her. She didn’t like to admit that she hated walking around the castle alone in the dark, as something that small could potentially ruin her chances of becoming Head Girl, a possibility someone had said to her in compliment some months ago, now a little dream she couldn’t quite let go of. So instead, she just quickened her steps through her sweeps, scampering up stairs and around corners. The library was one of the easier places, as the lamps on the abandoned desks stayed on during the night. Usually, a quick run of the stacks was all that sufficed.
Unless the door to the restricted section was open. It wasn’t…usually open, was it?
Joy internally groaned. She never looked forward to the rare occurrences where she had to confront a student. Usually, if they were doing something against the school rules, they couldn’t care less if she took points away from their house. Prefects couldn’t assign detention, they could only report, which didn’t quite solidify authority and worked more like an elongated tattle tale. Joy was mostly concerned with making sure that no one was getting hurt, or encouraging others to get hurt. But in the dark, late at night, her primary concern was not being terrified by whatever was behind the door in the restricted section, which she finally approached and peeked her head behind. “…hello?”
Post by Argus Narcissus Barbary on Mar 12, 2018 5:36:23 GMT
"fuck" Argus breath was huffed out as he sighed and pushed back his hair. A small mousy voice came from the door to the forbidden session and well, lets paint the scene. Argus Barbary, 17, Ravenclaw hearthrob and rock star protegee with a unbuttoned shirt leaning against one of the few tables in this restricted section of the library. It had books on it sure, he had at one point been reading, however most of the pages were thrown aside as the focus of the boy had drifted from the books to the Slytherin 6th year that had been pressed against him, but retreated once she also hear a noise.
He was no Gryffindor, he didn't do the chivalry thing and would gladly throw this girl under the bus but he could handle this. He nodded for her to get out of there, pointing towards a bookshelf to walk around. Besides she wasn't a conquest that he cared to let get away get so it would probably be best to not throw her to the dogs yet. Whatever smile she gave him was simply waved off as he leaned against the table, head facing the roof as he hear the person moving forwards. If she had seen anything or not she wasn't sure, he wasn't facing the door. As if he could feel something he turned his head and saw...who the fuck was that.
Argus knew lots of people, he made that his business to know lots of people. Parties, hook ups or just general knowledge. Yet this little posh looking girl in front of him flashing a perfect badge he had no idea who the hell this was. And that, that was something he wasn't going to let happen. "Can I help you?"
Post by Joy Therese Sweeting on Mar 13, 2018 0:19:54 GMT
Joy heard a slight shuffle, and her spine clenched slightly in nervousness. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, doing everything short of whispering to herself that there was absolutely no reason to be afraid of the dark, because what could be back there that was so awful really? It was probably just a student who really needed to check out a book for a paper. Midterms were coming up after all!
But rounding the corner of the entrance to the restricted section, it was quite apparent without much assessment that was not the case. The only reason she had the slightest idea who Argus Barbary, or anyone really, was, was because Cece seemed to have a direct line to literally every single person in the school. While she couldn’t recall if the pair were actually friends or just acquaintances through mutual friends, his name had been tossed around in the dormitory before, and…well...it wasn’t like he was the sort of person one could mistake for someone else. He was that guy.
For many girls, this was a selling point, a reason to go weak in the knees. She didn’t know much about him, honestly, but what little she did know, she was no longer surprised to discover that he was the person in the restricted section afterhours doing merlin knows what. The only thing she knew before was that it most likely had nothing to do with school or books, and she couldn’t care less if this was an unfair or snap judgement, because she just knew she was right.
Before crossing her arms under her chest, she swept her wand through the air and illuminated the space, which revealed to her sincere displeasure that his shirt was flapping open, revealing a host of taut, tan skin underneath. Although her eyes lingered for a moment past the white lapels, she quickly pursed her lips and raised her eyes to his, shoulders dropping in a near huff. “Oh, I’m sorry…did I disturb your focused studying?” She blinked expectantly at him for a moment, as if she might allow an answer, but immediately continued, straining her neck a little bit from her vantage point to look behind him and down the row of bookshelves, wanting to find the second body that would prove her hypothesis true.
“It’s after hours, so you can’t be in here. But I’m sure you already know that.”
Post by Argus Narcissus Barbary on Apr 1, 2018 2:52:48 GMT
While the face was one that he couldn't recognize, that shiny little badge tucked against whatever sweater she stole from her nan. Ah yes, a perfect. Some little priss probably. Argus never cared for perfects or heads, mostly because they were pricks who thought they got to tell him what to do when the only thing that made them think so was some little rusty pin that they put on their shirts. Bullshit. Argus was not ashamed of who he was, he may be a prick but he was smart and genuine. He didn't pretend to be better than anyone unless he knew he was. There were a lot of people he was better than. Loafers girl was certainly not that.
He never missed things, he was grounded in reality nearly all the time. He saw her glance at him, the lingering look and the glance around them. Clever little thing. Then again he wasn't trying to hide it. They always assumed it with him anyways, rightfully so, but at least pretend to give him the benefit of the doubt. He smirked at the little perfect. "Well now that you mention it sweetheart you did in fact. My friend and I" he said gesturing towards the book case she had ran behind, sure she was cursing him out for giving her away, but that didn't matter. He could get her again after she cools down. "were so deep in a study session we must have lost track of time." The girl had emerged moments later, not looking nearly as disheveled as him, likely fixing herself up when she was hidden. She mumbled a sorry and grabbed her stuff before fleeing from the door as quickly as she could, probably trying to keep her house points safe and her dignity in tack. "BYE SUSIE" He heard her yell profanities back. Cheeky little shit was going down with him.
Looking back at the perfect he starred very obviously at her from a few moments. Argus was nosy, he needed to be involved in everything and the fact that this girl was a mystery was unacceptable. He couldn't be mysterious if she was taking that role. One person always had to know. "Well Miss. Perfect as you can see if was just a simple misunderstanding, no need to get your granny nickers in a bunch." he moved right by to his sly self, walking from the side of the table he had been by and towards the girl, standing right in front her while leaning back on the table. He was a art director and knew the scene he was setting up. He did a fully look up and down of her before cocking his eye brow. "Who are you?"
