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 Lisa Deanna King on May 26, 2018 22:33:17 GMT
It had been a ridiculously long day, and Lisa was tired. It had been a ridiculously long week, and she was stressed. It has been a ridiculously long decade, and men were stupid. All she wanted was a long bath, a bottle of wine, and to fall into bed. Also some cake, cake would be good.
She was so annoyed with the irony of the universe right now. A week where she thought her greatest annoyance was going to be the fact she'd only managed to fit in four runs and not six (although this was fair given there were two days a month she allowed herself to not drag her body out of bed before the crack of dawn - not when her uterus was destroying the nursery it had built on the off-chance a baby was coming) and of course for she'd run into her ex-mother-in-law.
The worst thing was, she liked Sheila. Honestly, she loved Sheila. Steve's family were a solid 80% of the reason she agreed to marry him in the first place - they were great, they were all great, but no she hadn't been invited to his cousin's daughter's wedding. Why the hell would she have been? Also, why had she agreed to go out for a coffee with her next week? She needed to get out of it. She needed a drink.
She let a frustrated scream out into the ether once she'd opened her front door and slammed it behind her, grateful for the constant silencing charm around her flat (there was no explanation for the pop of apparition so it was just easier to constantly keep it up). She needed her best friend.
Post by Olivia Frances Fawley on Jun 3, 2018 20:56:43 GMT
Liv's week hadn't - for what felt like the first time in months - been an absolute disaster. No one was more surprised than she was - the middle of February was not known for being the best time to be in Hogwarts, and Valentine's Day was also not particularly Liv's cup of tea. But then maybe that was it - she'd had far less of the annoying kids in the library on Friday than usual (presumably as they were all off apparently falling in love with each other, if Peeves' cackling had born any truth, in the Great Hall), and had managed to actually get some of her own reading done.
Heading out of the castle grounds to apparate back home, Liv mused on whether or not she should grab something to drink on her way home. Well, to be more accurate, she mused on whether she should grab something to drink that was more social than Ogdens. Was Lisa going to be there? Liv racked her brains, trying to remember if they'd talked about it either way, but she came up blank. Ah well, she thought, probably better to get wine than not. Olivia Fawley would never not be the bearer of needed drinks.
She left the gates, and apparated immediately into Hogsmeade - before changing her mind, and ending up in an alley near their local corner shop. Shopping with Muggle money didn't just have the advantage of knowing that it would annoy her mother: it also meant wine was a lot cheaper. She went into the shop, picked up a bottle of red, and handed the guy behind the counter a tenner, chucking him a smile as she did. It was cold, so rather than bother with the seven-minute walk, she apparated straight back to the flat - and almost fell into Lisa.
"Bad week?" she asked, noting Lisa's frown. "I've got just the thing." she said, and held the bottle aloft.
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Post by Lisa Deanna King on Jun 19, 2018 11:42:57 GMT
Like the answer to a prayer, Liv chose that very moment to appear, and holding wine too. Angel.
"You are the answer to a prayer, you absolute goddess!" Lisa practically squealed, as she turned away from her best friend and started heading towards her bedroom, "I need comfy clothes, grab the wine glasses?" She called over her shoulder as she went, kicking her shoes off somewhere into the middle of her living room as she went. You could tell she was stressed by the fact she didn't even care if she broke them as they flew away from her, and under the coffee table.
Lisa found some pajama shorts to change into pretty quickly, and then went to dig through her closet for an old shirt. She wanted something baggy and comfortable for the evening, not something she would work out it. Unfortunately, most of her wardrobe was for running, or for work - with the occasionally slutty dress for good measure. When she eventually found something a large t-shirt to throw on she noted she wasn't even sure who the thing had originally belonged to, and wasn't that a tragic thought.
Shoving her feet into a ridiculous pair of fluffy slippers with a sigh of relief, she headed back out to her friend, "The worst thing is, my week was actually pretty good. I was a on high y'know? Work has been busy, but not unmanagable. I got a new time on the river run... And now I'm meeting Sheila for coffee next week. In of itself not an issue but I got the distinct feeling she's going to trick Steve and I into being at the same place at the same time..." She explained, collapsing onto the sofa as she did and holding her hand out in the general direction of wine.
Post by Olivia Frances Fawley on Jun 20, 2018 9:15:31 GMT
Liv grinned as Lisa disappeared into her room, yelling back through. “Remember when we didn’t bother with glasses?” But, she reasoned, there was something in the adult-feeling that came from drinking out of an enormous wine glass that just about trumped the bottle swigging they’d spent their twenties doing. And, if she was being honest, their teens. Slinking into the kitchen, she grabbed a couple of glasses from the cupboard above the sink, popped open the wine cork with a flick of her wand, and poured them both a generous slug.
Laughing at Lisa’s outstretched hand, Liv passed her a glass and collapsed onto the sofa opposite, shoving off her shoes as she did so. “Honestly babe, I don’t know why you put yourself through it. Sheila’s fine, but are the never-ending setups even worth it?” Liv took a long sip of wine and sighed, content. “If she can pull you down from the high of a new personal best… like come on, when will she accept that it’s done?”
Balancing her glass on her knee, Liv vanished her shoes into her room and summoned her slippers - she was definitely not yet wined enough to walk it - and looked at Lisa properly. “Speaking of work, how’s Cupid?” She loved Lisa, but Merlin, she knew how to pick romantic situations.
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Post by Lisa Deanna King on Jun 21, 2018 9:58:12 GMT
She chuckled at Liv's comment about wine glasses, relaxing into the evening of chatter she knew she'd been craving. It had been a while since they'd had a night like this. No real reason for not doing so other than scheduling conflicts, but it made Lisa relish it that little bit more.
"We should go back to that to be honest - less washing up," When they'd first moved in together fresh out of Hogwarts, drinking out of the bottle was more necessity than anything else. They'd had no money to waste on wine glasses so the choice had been bottle or mug. Neither was a particularly classy option.
"I just feel bad because Sheila was great. She still is great," Lisa sighed, burying herself further into the sofa as she took a long swig from her glass, "She's just disappointed... but she really needs to get over the fact I'm not her daughter-in-law anymore. Last time she honest to God hinted for grandkids. I mean Steve's reaction is still funny to me but it was so awkward!" That had been a sore enough topic when they were married, let alone a decade after they first separated.
She rolled her eyes at Liv's nickname for Val, but couldn't help but grin at the same time. Although she did try to hide it behind her wine glass, "Working his standard 80 hour week, of course. We got a tryst in, don't worry. How about you? Anyone at Hogwarts caught your eye recently? And please don't say its a student if so, only one of us can be a cougar..."
Post by Olivia Frances Fawley on Jun 21, 2018 10:44:17 GMT
Liv cracked a smile, thinking back to their first days out of Hogwarts. It was a miracle they’d survived, really - she wouldn’t exactly call herself a bastion of health, but then it had been even worse, and she’d had the ire of ex-Deatheaters and aurors alike watching over her, terrified that they’d be round every corner. She wasn’t sure she missed it.
“I know - and she is great, but you’ve gotta remember that her loyalties won’t ever lie with you. Or at least solely with you.” Liv snorted into her wine - not her best look - and shook her head. “Wow, that’s - wow. How did you react? How did he react?” She could picture Steve’s face, aghast in the comically classic white-man way that it had always seemed to be whenever she was anywhere near him. “Isn’t he seeing anyone else she can womb-chase?”
Liv blanched at the thought of letting a student anywhere near her enough to end up in a romantic situation. “Liss, they are babies. Tiny, horribly-horny, babies.” She shuddered, overdramatic, but couldn’t help but grin. “And nah, haven’t met anyone else. Haven’t really had the chance - Scotland isn’t overflowing with lesbian witches, attractive or otherwise. Merlin, it really has been a while, now that you mention it.” She looked back at Lisa, narrowing her eyes and thinking slightly. Her best friend was already in pyjamas... but maybe she could be convinced that a night out would be the best way to deal with an exhausting week. And it had been so. damned. long.
Post by Lisa Deanna King on Jun 22, 2018 0:00:16 GMT
Lisa winked and finger-gunned upon hearing the word 'womb-chase', something they did often when the other used a word they wanted to acknowledge as an excellent choice but still keep the conversation moving. "I, erm, actually reminded her about the fact we'd been trying before everything fell to shit." She actually downed her glass then, needing the liquid courage even though it was just Liv she was talking to and she already knew everything anyway, but she still hated to talk about it, "Bit rude of me, really." Lisa summoned the wine bottle from the kitchen, "She'd been so excited and then instead of having a baby we separated," she poured herself a healthy glass, "Also they'd already paid for a round of IVF...." She looked at her full glass, and then took a deep drag straight of the bottle too before offering it across to Liv, "Steve completely blanched and then changed the subject, though. He's decided to build an in-house aquarium."
She full on laughed as Liv shuddered, "That makes it sound like you've walked in on an orgy in the library recently, babe," she commented, hoping to every idea of a god that she wasn't about to be told actually that had happened to her friend this week. An teenage orgy, in the school library, on Valentine's day week. Please, no.
"We haven't played 'Have you met Liv?' in a while, admittedly," she agreed, taking a drink from her glass as she pulled her feet up under herself to get comfortable, "We should book a night out into our diaries some time. Next month, maybe?"
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Post by Olivia Frances Fawley on Jun 22, 2018 10:18:43 GMT
Liv grinned at Lisa’s finger-gun, which wavered as she continued speaking. “Fuck. I mean, fair, but fuck. Are you okay?” She couldn’t quite contain the wince as Lisa downed and poured and downed more wine. “I know Liss… but you couldn’t have stayed in it. You couldn’t have done it for them, you know that wouldn’t have worked. Not for any of you.” Liv took the bottle when handed her, tapped it with a quick refilling spell, and topped up her glass. “Merlin, of course he has. Maybe a fish is a level of commitment he can actually handle.” and that his mother can look after, she thought, but it was too mean to say out loud. Liv knew her distaste for Steve’s family wasn’t something that Lisa shared, and this was not the moment to tease.
Shaking her head, Liv couldn’t help but laugh as well. “McGonagall and Peeves saw to it that all orgies this week were successfully contained to the Great Hall, as far as I know. Exam season will be the worst. Merlin, did I ever snog people in the library as a student? I think for the sake of being able to live with myself I’m gonna have to presume that I did not.” Finishing off the dregs of her wine, she poured herself another glass and passed it back to Lisa.
“Have we even done it this year? I feel like the last time was New Year’s Eve, and that absolutely doesn’t count as being 2021.” She wasn’t yet desperate enough to whine, but may well hit that soon. “Aw Lisaa, you know if we try to compare diaries we’ll end up hitting on something in like, a year.” Putting her wine glass on the floor, Liv leaned back on the sofa. “Do you have anything unmissable tomorrow morning?”
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Post by Lisa Deanna King on Jun 26, 2018 15:12:17 GMT
"Yeah I'm fine, honestly," Lisa placates her friend, and she does truly mean it. She's over everything by now, but its still not nice to have aged issues dragged up to the surface. "I'm old enough now to realise that the idea a child can fix a relationship is utter bullshit," worse than utter bullshit - she's witnessed children cause the meltdown of even the most stable of relationships... "Can you imagine if we'd actually had a kid!? How much messier the separation would have been?"
Lisa turns her eye to Liv then, slightly twinkling as she goes to somewhat lighten the mood, "They'd have been with Aunty Liv for sure during all the court proceedings." She's grinning as she takes another sip of wine, and adjusts the soda cushion to get more comfortable, "Honestly I think it was just a distraction technique? When I asked if he was going for tropical or cold water fish he said 'both'...." she shook her head, laughing at the mental image that Steve might accidentally kill several schools of fish purely because he didn't do any research into it. Kind of typical of him, really.
"Nah, babe, I think you were more of a 'on the edges of the forbidden forest' hook ups kinda gal," Lisa assured the librarian, trying to keep her work place sacred. To an extent. "The library was totally more my scene," she adds with a wink, and passes the wine bottle back as an apology for sullying the place Liv spends most of her time in.
She thinks back to New Year's Eve with a grin, they hadn't been planning on going anywhere and then suddenly they'd were out and somehow they'd got in somewhere? On the busiest night of the year. Bouncers could be sleazy as fuck, but it had been an excellent confidence boost if nothing else. "It was 2021 for like 4 hours in that club - but also that wasn't a gay bar. Even if you did still manage to pull..."
Lisa watches Liv as she puts her wine glass down, as if they're done and going somewhere, but she's not planning on going anywhere quite yet, no. "We're not that bad diary-wise," and now she's putting her glass down too, staring Liv in the eye as she does so, "Sleep is unmissable," Lisa is deadpan. She loves sleep. She needs sleep. She grabs the wine bottle, topping up her glass whilst it sits on the floor. Its precariously full as she picks it up and she purposefully takes the smallest sip possible from the top of it, barely taking the edge off.
"Olivia," she starts again, going for a different angle now, "I have already taken off my bra," she leans forward slightly, taking another minuscule sip, "Make it worth my while." A definite Challenge.
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Post by Olivia Frances Fawley on Jun 29, 2018 22:13:13 GMT
Liv smiled into her drink, not quite able to twist it into a smirk. She could picture - she had pictured - Lisa with kids, and yeah, they would indeed spend a lot of time at “aunty Liv’s” - but she could never picture them Steve’s.
She laughed out loud, properly able to now that they’d moved on from talking about Lisa’s shit of an ex. “Were you? Poor Pince, honestly, by the time she left I think she was close to some sort of breakdown. If I’m still cleaning up their… spillages… when I’m her age, please, please, intervene.” Liv shook her head, remembering the various dark encounters by the edge of the forest she’d spent her sixth and seventh years organising. She just about succeeded to not also remember Lisa’s various adventurers - she didn’t need to be thinking about that at work on Monday.
“If you even call it a club, Merlin, not some kind of sweat factory.” Liv met Lisa’s grin, thinking about the girls - yep, two of em - that she’d ended up with that night. It hadn’t been an awful night for them, but it hadn’t really been a good one either - they’d had so much better. “It wasn’t gay, and it wasn’t really messy enough for us to call it much of anything. You know we can do better!”
“You know that we are.” Liv shook her head again. “If we didn’t live together we’d never see each other and you know it.” Unsubtly, Liv flicked her wand at Lisa’s wine glass, stopping a drip from falling. “And there is no need for you to miss out on sleep tomorrow, you know full well that you could catch up and run if you don’t force a load of weekend work on yourself.”
Two could play at that game. Liv pouted at her best friend, and whined more. "Is spending time with me not reward enough?"
Post by Lisa Deanna King on Jul 3, 2018 13:25:10 GMT
"Spillages is the word you went for there, really?" Lisa laughed at the euphemism before agreeing, "But OK, OK I promise I'll think of some way to intervene if it ever comes to that."
The wine in her hand still her friend, as well as the comfort of her own home, Lisa couldn't not take the opportunity to state that the club they'd been in on New Year's Eve was not unique in being more than a bit grim, "All clubs are sweaty and disgusting, Liv. That's what happens when horny drunk people dance in dark windowless spaces... but, no, sorry it was very straight and we behaved ourselves so it wasn't up to standard at all."
Lisa frowned a little at Liv's comment, taking another drink of her wine as she thought about it. Its true that they certainly saw more of each other because they lived together, but there was no way they wouldn't still meet up if they didn't...
"Excuse you," she started as she realised something, "There was an entire decade when we didn't live together!" Although admittedly Liv had had a spare key to her and Steve's place too, "Also who said anything about work this weekend? I'm all about that relaxation life. The one that include PJs and no heels."
Liv's next play made her smirk. It was a fun angle but definitely not a decider for her, "No, spending time with you is not a reward," she stated, eyeing her friend still. Liv could do better and she knew it. They were both Slytherin's after all. "That's my life. Try again."
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Post by Olivia Frances Fawley on Sept 2, 2018 0:45:18 GMT
Liv shook her head, pouring more wine and offering it wordlessly to Lisa. “Spillage is the only accurate term to describe the weird shit those kids do. I mean - actually, you know what, I do not want to think about it during my time off. Or my time on, really, but definitely not now.” She thought about it, allowing a quick moment of serious thought about maybe-leaving-the-library-before-her-vagina-turned-to-sand, then took a huge swig of wine that hit her so hard she couldn’t think about the future at all, or in fact the present. “Much appreciated.”
Honestly, Liv couldn’t believe she’d let Lisa drag her into that club, no matter how New Year’s Eve and ‘we should be in a club, it’s nearly midnight’ of a mood she’d been in. “ And my point still stands. We’re letting ourselves down and tonight is the perfect night to save that.”
“I guess legally that’s true.” The years Liv had spent living alone, working in London and trying to make a business for herself that her heart wasn’t quite in, and trying to piece herself into a functional human being while the loneliest she’d ever been. “If you’re really planning on not working, then we should go out in celebration to be honest. And hangovers are the perfect time to curl up in slippers.”
Liv raised an eyebrow at Lisa. “Well, firstly, you do not need to put your bra back on. And secondly Roe will come too. And thirdly you know full well that you’ll have the best time. And fourthly... ” Liv summoned her half full bottle of tequila from her room, “ we still haven’t drunk this.”
Post by Lisa Deanna King on Sept 22, 2018 0:53:28 GMT
"I was going to say surely kids haven't got worse since we were their age but," Lisa grimaced, and drunk more wine. It was kind of turning into one of those evenings, it seemed. "Well I guess we had other stuff going on..." Y'know, like, a war. And now wasn't the time to be talking about it. Liv had already had a long week and Lisa did not want to be the reason old emotions were dragged out into the open.
She eyed the bottle of tequila being lightly shaken in front of her. Given the refills she'd probably drunk almost a full bottle of wine anyway, and even though she was protesting she knew she'd be giving in to her friend at some point. And Liv knew this too, this was how they worked. The moment presenting itself right now was a choice.
As with many of her life choices, Lisa had to look at this like a business problem. There were options, and each one had consequences.
Option 1: banish all the wine glasses and bottles to the kitchen and go to bed. Main consequence: Liv would be mildly irritated at her, and internally sad. Might result in them curling up with an old muggle movie, but would most likely result in her wide awake and Liv off somewhere in a grump. Not ideal.
Option 2: refuse the tequila, keep the wine. Main consequence: tired tomorrow, but a fun night and some decent stress relief. Most probably the prime option.
Option 3: grab some cards and start a drinking game with Liv. Main consequence: mixing drinks is never a good idea. Somehow there still isn't a decent hangover cure that works for every eventuality in either the magical or non-magical world so the next day will be hell, but they will have fun and anything could happen. Not the smart option.
Everything balanced in her head, Lisa turned her head to meet Liv's eye. She summoned a deck of cards from the other side of the room, downed the rest of her glass as they hurled towards her.
"I'm borrowing that silk top from you, then," is all she needed to say as she shuffled the cards and dealt them out on the table. Liv had the tequila ready, and Roe was probably already on her way in that case too.
She turned over the first card, "Fuck You, Liv."
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Post by Olivia Frances Fawley on Feb 24, 2019 22:39:58 GMT
Liv looked down at her wine glass, passing it idly from one hand to another. “That’s true.” She was grateful, in some ways, to be able to see a Hogwarts full of students who weren’t terrified that their siblings, parents, or just selves would be killed. She was also kind of jealous.
This wasn’t a helpful line of thinking on this much wine. Much better to focus on how annoying the brats were.
She could see Lisa weighing up her options, and knew better than to interrupt mid-chain of thought. This was the moment that she’d decide, and ultimately, Liv had by this point said as much for her case as she possibly could. (She was, by all accounts, pretty certain she’d won. She knew Lisa wanted this as much as she did, and she knew that Lisa would allow herself to realise that soon enough).
When she agreed though, Liv still cheered with relief. “When are you not?” She teased, summoning her quiv and dashing off a quick hext to Roe. Looking at the bottle, Liv first weighed up swigging straight from the bottle, and then going to the kitchen to find any clean shot glasses she could. Neither impulse won, and she instead summoned her favourites (a little grubby but manageable) from … wherever they’d left them after their last night out. It didn’t matter. A quick scourgify was all she needed, and then she was handing a shot to Lisa with one hand and grabbing a card with another.
No match, she thought, looking down at the jack who met Lisa’s 4. Oh well. “Well damn, guess I'll have to drink. Fuck you, Lisa.”
Post by Lisa Deanna King on Feb 25, 2019 13:28:20 GMT
"I do love that silk top," Lisa agreed as Liv tapped at her Quiv, already mentally planning an easy outfit for the night ahead. Liv had been right, she wouldn't need a bra. Depending on what she decided to pair it with she might even forgo knickers too. Not if she decided on a skirt - the amount they'd end up drinking at this rate meant that was definitely not a good idea. She had some propriety. Skinny jeans though meant no underwear with no risk of flashing. And also she couldn't deny she enjoyed the feeling of denim against sensitive skin.
She noticed a set of shot glasses fly across in front of her face, distracting her from thinking any more on the outfit topic. Lisa couldn't remember the last time they'd used them, but didn't care much given that Liv was giving them a magical freshen up anyway.
"Yessssss," she cheered as Liv knocked back her shot, already enjoying herself immensely given her first easy win of the night. She readied her shot as she went to turn over her card, expecting to have to take her own shot pretty quickly, but looked up at her best friend with pure glee as she realised she'd also turned over a jack, "Fuck you, again, I guess." she grinned, her tone not at all matching her casual statement.
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