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.
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Post by Christian George Fraser on Mar 28, 2018 23:31:05 GMT
All week Christian had had an overwhelming feeling of having forgotten something. He'd shrugged it off as something inconsequential, but as the feeling had lingered he'd begun to consider that maybe, just maybe, it was something more important than the usual things he forgot. Like breakfast, or homework, or writing back to his mother.
He realised as soon as he walked into the entrance hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the early evening of February 14th what his mind had been deciding to ignore. The ball, of course. He'd witnessed Jasper's over the top invitation to Cece in the Hufflepuff common room - she'd been thrilled and Jasper had enjoyed making someone happy. It was sweet. Christian had just been surprised the girl hadn't already been asked given the amount of people in the castle who drooled after her...
Speaking of drooling, he caught sight of Dominque Weasley entering the great hall from the corner of his eye and couldn't help but stare a little. He hadn't really expected her to be going. It didn't seem like her type of scene, but of course it was completely Charlotte's scene and they were best friends.. so it made sense she's be there in support. He idly wondered if she had a date before realising that's not getting over her, jackass, stop it. Now.
"I know she can be a shrew, but why does she have to be gorgeous too?" He couldn't help but lament, turning to his companion as they stood, dripping in the entrance of the castle, "Can she not be ugly? Just to help me out."
Christian span in a circle as he spoke, spraying water around himself dramatically. He stopped abruptly as he remembered all the people around him who'd gone to a lot of effort to get all dressed up, hoping nobody had been caught in the onslaught. Except Baggy, he could get caught. He was drenched too, anyway. They'd spent the afternoon chilling by the lake, and without Jasper showing up (which now made sense because, of course, he was taking Cece to the ball) they'd ended up in some weird competitive mood. Some running. Some climbing. Some jumping into the Great Lake fully clothed from half way up a tree. Standard.
Baggy slid to a clumsy halt in a last-minute attempt to avoid bowling over the sopping-wet form of Christian who had frozen in front of him.
“MATE!”
They’d been making their way into the entrance hall after an afternoon in the sun and on the grass and under the water, thinking they’d grab a quick bite to eat before heading up the clock tower for a bit for a lazy night. (Study? What study?)
He regained his balance quickly and followed Christian’s eye-line to find out the reason for the delay. It did not take long to put two and two together. There was a steady stream of students dressed up to the nines and filing across the slate stone floor in the general direction of the Great Hall. The giant oak doors were open just enough that he could see crowds of silhouetted swaying students inside, moving to a casual house beat.
The scene was relatively unexpected, considering he could not remember hearing anything about any sort of party being planned. Not that he actively kept an ear out for that sort of thing - but he'd never say 'no' to good tunes, good food and good drinks. Or a good opportunity to burn up the dance floor.
Christian’s voice cut under the din of the dregs of music echoing through the entrance hall, and Baggy glanced back and then over the shoulder of his friend to see Dominique and Charlotte entering the Great Hall. There was no denying they looked absolutely stunning... But Christian had broken the rules.
Baggy promptly grabbed Christian by the shoulders, span the brooding boy around a little to face him dead on, took aim, and thwacked him (hard) on the cheek.
The smack caused a fair few eyes to turn in their direction, but there was no cause for alarm as soon as the culprits were identified - Christian, Baggy, Jasper and Loud-Noises were pretty notorious bedfellows. Come to think of it, this did also explain Jasper's absence that afternoon.
"Sorry, mate." He said to Christian, shrugging and rubbing his hand, "You did make me promise."
"Now please tell me. What's this –" he gestured generally to the formal wear, music and decorations, "all about?And more importantly:" He pouted and folded his arms, grumbling facetiously, "why were we not invited?"
Post by Christian George Fraser on Apr 5, 2018 19:02:53 GMT
Christian's gratefulness for not having the full weight of one of his best friends slammed into him and ending up sprawled on the floor of the entrance hall was quickly diminished when the dickhead full on slapped him across the face. Its not that he's not strong, but Baggy is stronger and there is absolutely no denying it. Dancing muscles just aren't the same as fighting muscles. That solid force would have taken him down in less than a heartbeat - but mostly, OW.
He rubbed at his cheek slowly, staring his friend down as he blinked away the momentary confusion that can only be caused by a sudden unexpected hit, "DUDE!"
People dotted around the entrance hall turned to look at the commotion, but that was nothing new. Ever since Baggy had arrived at Hogwarts they'd managed to cause regular scenes in public places. If Christian were truly honest with himself, he and Jasper hadn't done too badly with that on their own before he'd arrived anyway - but it was so much easier to blame it all on the newcomer.
"At least Jasper's slaps are soft," he whined, still idly rubbing his cheek, "I think you cracked my jaw, bell end."
"Do you just never check the notice board in your common room?" He asked then, "Its the school's Valentine's ball... so everyone was invited, calm yoursen down," he shrugged, "I guess we just forgot."
Honestly, Christian wasn't too bothered about not having made special plans for a ball. There was nobody he'd have asked anyway (truthfully, he'd never actually ask Dom out - he does have some sort sense of self-preservation) but he couldn't deny the urge to dance was great. The boys' plans for the evening had been simple - grab some food, go hang out by the clock tower. Nothing they couldn't do any other night. They were still both dripping so surely they could just dry off and then go join the fray? Although thinking back to the notice in the common room Christian remembered that the ball was a formal event, and students had been asked to 'be dressed accordingly'... but what counted as '''''dressed accordingly'''''?
He turned to his friend with a smile, "Well, I'm not sure I have anything to wear but... wanna make a grand entrance? The curfew is 11 and its still early so we've got time..."
tagged: Jordan "Baggy" Michaels words: 394 notes: how dare jasper be busy dancing and not there to kiss christian better tbh
“I have a common room?” he said, eyes and mouth widening in faux jest, whilst making a quick mental note to actually pay attention to his surrounds the next time he entered the Ravenclaw dormitory, lest he miss another school-wide event. All this school house stuff was still pretty foreign to him too though - it seemed to be the remnant of another era. Common Rooms and House Quarters and everything. It was probably an easy way of organising the students, but it did make it exceptionally difficult to have fun. Plus, how were you meant to mingle (read: debate lively) with the people most likely to think differently to you? Nah. Give him a chaos of students over segregated digs any day. Hah. A chaos of students? That’s good! Log that one away...
He let his hands drop away from Christian’s shoulders and fold across his chest, surveying the throng of students still filing into the great hall, and perusing the veritable rainbow of glistening outfits as Christian spoke. The phrase 'spared no expense' crossed his mind. The dress code was quite blatantly ‘formal’, and he was almost certain he did not have appropriate threads in his meagre wardrobe collection upstairs. He was an ‘only the essentials’ sort of guy. Of course, the Essentials did also happen to include a pair of Zebra-striped Zoot Suit slacks, a traditional alpaca wool poncho, and a fluorescent yellow chicken onesie - complete with feathered decoration… All of which were definitely essential, of course, but probably slightly inappropriate for the situation. Still - he could tell Christian was feeling the FOMO. It was a dance after all, and someone had to make sure the rest of the castle was schooled on the dance floor.
Schooled.
An idea.
He turned his attention back to Christian, grinning broadly. ”My friend,” he said, ”Do not fear. 'Grand' and 'Entrance' are my middle names. TO MY BEDROOM!! AWAY!”
WORD COUNT: 321 NOTES: Baggy's ideas are dangerous...
Post by Christian George Fraser on May 9, 2018 16:46:05 GMT
"Yeah you have a common room," Christian smirked at his friend, "Isn't that where you go to hang upside down from the rafters under the pretence of sleep?"
He couldn't help but wonder what Baggy had in mind, and why whatever it was would require a trip to Ravenclaw tower when the Hufflepuff dorms were so much closer. However, a trip to the opposite side of the castle when everyone was in The Great Hall so the place felt almost empty? Not an opportunity to miss.
There was a pause after Baggy's declaration - Christian looking him dead in the eye for a beat before he replied, "..... RACE YA!"
And he was off.
Christian is vaguely aware that by this point in his Hogwarts career he really should be over seeing the castle as a massive playground, but he really can't help it. There's lots of random corners and passageways that connect in ways you wouldn't expect. He swears he's never used the same route twice. Plus, the moving staircases add a certain edge to free running that just increases the thrill. He's pretty convinced that's how he's going to die one day - vaulting backwards onto a staircase that no longer exists. Toby has told him before that if that's how he goes his eulogy is going to be 'Here lies Phrase: Actual Dickhead'. He's OK with it.
He was about three quarters of the way there with no idea where Baggy was up to (or even which possible route he may have taken) when it happened. A staircase started to move mid-tuck and he had about 0.3 seconds to switch his momentum in order to remain on the right path. It wouldn't have been the end of the world if he'd gone the other way instead - just a change in route - but it was a race after all. Going the other way would have added on 4 minutes, minimum.
The change in release means he can't place his feet exactly where they need to be to absorb the landing, ideally the platform would have needed to be another foot or so deeper to really nail it. Instead, he rolled head first into a portrait - and not even an empty one.
"Mind your head, I say!"
What. The hell. Christian stood back to look at the portrait before him. His head throbbed and he rubbed it idly as the man in the seas carried on talking to him. A sailor, surrounded by ice, in old old clothing.
He wasn't really sure what to say.
"Are you OK, boy? I almost felt that! My, what a tumble. What fine quest are you on in such a hurry?"
"Erm.. I'm.... just meeting a friend?" Christian winced as he gripped his head too hard. Oh no what if he actually did have a concussion this time? The man was still talking and he's realised he wasn't paying attention... "Sorry sir- I don't actually know your name? But I think, maybe, I should get this checked out..."
"Sir Shackleton, my son! But right you are - we are masters of our fate, and your fate seems clear. Tell them I, Ernest Shackleton sent you!"
He'd yelled the last phrase, and having never heard a portrait make a sound like that before, Christian couldn't help but stare a little longer. He had no idea how he'd never met this portrait before - maybe he hangs out somewhere else and usually there's just a landscape there? All he knew is that he actually wished he and Baggy had gone together. He'd so get a kick out of this guy.
He must have hovered a bit too long, because the portrait spoke again, ("Alright, with a hey and a ho - be on your way, lad!") but all he could do was slowly back away down the corridor vaguely towards the hospital wing. He was out of view of the portrait before he remembered where he'd been going. Shit, he might lose now. At least his head felt fine though... he ran towards Ravenclaw tower.
tagged: Jordan "Baggy" Michaels words: 674 notes: we play too much mario kart for regular updates also apologies for the length but i had an idea and i had to do it
Baggy started jogging towards the grand staircase, but by the time he registered Christian yelling ‘Race you!’, the older boy had shot past him like a niffler after a snitch.
”Bugger..” he muttered, stepping it up a notch and bounding up the staircase three at a time. By the time he’d reached the first floor though, Phrase had already disappeared.
Baggy smirked and ran round to keep scaling the stairs.
It wasn’t that Baggy was particularly competitive by nature - he would never be the one to issue a challenge, but if a challenge was issued to him (or realistically just issued in his general vicinity), there was no force on earth that could stop him accepting it. That, paired with puzzle of working out the fastest way through the labyrinthine corridors of a castle that rearranged its insides as often as a tourist in India, offered a welcome bit of action after what had otherwise been a relatively chill afternoon.
He’d always wanted to try scaling up the exterior of the Ravenclaw tower a la Spiderman, but he sensed tonight was not the night to start experimenting. It did, however, give him an idea.
”PARKOUR!" he yelled at absolutely nobody as he shot past another empty classroom, heading towards an open window leading to the exterior of a third floor corridor.
He leapt towards the window ledge and immediately felt the familiar rush of wind through feathers. His vision shifted, feeling and hearing muted, and an internal navigation system started automatically driving his actions as he beat long wings against open air. The solid stone of the castle fell away and he started to circumnavigate his way West to the Ravenclaw tower.
Was it cheating? Nah. No ground rules had been laid. Or air rules for that matter. And there were no teachers around to tell him off. Not that too many of them had seemed particularly worried about the talent he’d inherited from Uagadou. Sure, he’d been warned not to over-do it with his animagus (he remembered Professor Lafayette specifically telling him not to ‘take the piss’), and there was a strict ban on wedge-tailed eagles during class hours, but otherwise he was free to roam.
As the Ravenclaw tower came into view, he zeroed in on a window overlooking the forest that was slightly ajar, and dove towards it. This was the tricky bit - coordinating a landing through a window, making sure that when he hit the window, he was already heavy enough to push it inwards and land on his feet was no mean… well… feat.
”PAAARKOOO-OWCH!” It had worked for the most part - but his not-quite-human-yet shoulder had scraped the window frame on his way in. He could definitely expect a graze and a hefty bruise for that misjudgement.
Right, he thought, prancing down the stairs towards the empty dormitory’s entrance, There’s no WAY Phrase could have beat me here.
He opened the dormitory door and looked down the spiral staircase. No sign of the other boy yet. Shame - he’d expected Christian to have at least been on the stairs by the time he got here. He sat himself down on the cold stone and hoped his shoulder wouldn’t be too obvious a give-away as to the route he’d taken.
Post by Christian George Fraser on Jun 30, 2018 1:25:52 GMT
Christian was still in a daze as he climbed Ravenclaw tower. He was still thinking about the portrait he was honestly gutted he'd never met before, and was a little upset he might never see again, when he got to the entrance of the common room. The hallway outside was quiet and empty. It made him suspicious as he'd been positive that Baggy would have beat him there given his delay. This wasn't one of the tight races the two often had. Ones where they were both running towards their goal from different angles at almost exactly the same time, which often led to a tight scramble at the end before one of them could claim victory.
But now here he was. Outside Ravenclaw tower. Alone. And then he was asked a fucking riddle that he wasn't paying attention to - but the portrait swung open at his snarky response so he supposed that really didn't matter as he clambered into the Ravenclaw common room, "Mate, I just met this portrait and we need to like, become his friend," he called out, hoping and presuming Baggy would be the only person in the vicinity.
When he finally saw him on the stairs of the dormitory, there was a brief moment where all Christian could think was don't you dare fucking goose me right now. Then he remembered that they were alone, and there was definitely a rule about that - ever since there'd been an inconclusive chase where Baggy had branded Christian at pretty much the same moment he'd made it into Baggy's previous seat and there'd been no witnesses to resolve the issue (this was also the amendment where the branding rule had come into play, just in case).
"OK, so why are we here? What's the P-L-A-N?" Christian asked, actually spelling out the word as if there was a toddler present that he didn't want privy to their secrets.
Baggy had been counting the stars on the common-room ceiling for the umpteenth time - an existentially hopeless task as the number changed frequently and completely at random - when he was pleasantly surprised to hear the door-knocker on the front door awaken to ask this week's riddle. He was even more pleasantly surprised when the door actually opened. Well done Phrase he thought. The riddles were not exactly easy. Not a massive challenge if you thought your way around them in the right way… but not easy.
He stood up from his perch on the stairs and said incredulously, "Friends with a portrait?", as Christian approached from the entryway. ”I’m gonna go ahead and assume your new best mate made out of paint is your excuse for taking so long?”
He'd won by a fair margin, but they never kept track of the winners. He supposed it just wasn’t in their blood. Maybe if he’d had more Gryffindor in him or… GOD now he was thinking like them. Either way, all it had meant was he’d had time to comb through his trunk and pull out the outfits he’d hoped would be in there.
Baggy smirked an omniscient smirk and draped an arm around Christian's shoulders. “The P-L-A-N my D-U-D-E, is simple. We’re taking this S-K-O-O-L to SCHOOL on the dance floor.”
He pulled out his wand and cast a levitation charm on two stunningly white robes he’d thrown down on the floor earlier. As the robes floated ghost-like towards them, he clicked his fingers. Immediately they lit up, sparkling as though painted with some sort of bio-luminescent fairy-dust.
He glanced at Christian and decided he didn't really need to know about the 10 other matching robes he'd left up in his trunk.
