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!
Minimum word count is 200.
Roll up, roll up! Here lies the drabbles that shouldn't really exist - but then, what's more fun than taking your characters and making them do all sorts of weird and wonderful things? The following drabbles will contain crack ships, ooc behaviour, alternative universes, and probably just a lot of random shit and fuckery.
Please feel free to request stuff/ships/situations in the Sandbox chat - I love ridiculousness, and any opportunity I get to write it makes my heart happy. It's all in the name of good fun.
If you're looking for canon, you've come to the wrong place.
Disclaimer: here be nsfw content (probably) and characters doing ooc things (definitely). Enter with caution.
It takes a minute for Jasper to come back to himself. He’s breathing heavily and has been staring at the ceiling for a while when he moves for the first time and notices -
And - well - they’d been pretty hurried going from making out to shedding clothes to more, but Jasper liked to think he’d been mentally present throughout.
And he was definitely wearing socks beforehand. And during. Which begged the question - where the fuck were they now?
“You…” Jasper says, his voice disbelieving. “You’ve literally fucked my socks off.”
Argus just smirks to himself and turns away, settling into sleep.
Something was wrong. Something was uncomfortably, unbelievably wrong.
It was a normal scene laid out in front of him by all accounts. Raph was dozing in his bed, and Toby and Christian were chatting happily across the dorm - except -
It was Christian's voice - and Jasper knew instinctively that it was Christian, no matter how little he currently looked like himself. And he didn't look like himself, not at all. He was a thing - a small creature, with bulbous eyes and made of...green felt?
Jasper blinked a few more times, perhaps to try and reassure himself. But there could be no reassurance when the frog's mouth continued to move and Christian's voice kept coming out of it.
He couldn't tell how long he'd been staring for - it seemed simultaneously to be be twenty seconds and five hours - his eyes wide in horror, and his mouth slightly ajar. It noticed him eventually though - and its strange round eyes were on him. He had to suppress a shudder.
"You okay, mate?" it asked, the ghastly lime green frog puppet - and it was Christian's voice still, but Jasper couldn't deny what was in front of his eyes.
He swallowed drily. "Tired," he managed - croaked (fuck). And he swore when he looked at that Thing, it looked back at him knowingly - his stomach heaved a big - like he understood or that he could - hear what he was thinking...? Surely not...?
Jasper's eyes flickered over to Toby briefly, but he was just looking at Jasper like he found him strangely endearing. This didn't really tell him anything - Toby usually looked at him like that.
"Sleep," Jasper murmured - he let his gaze linger on the Thing for a few more long seconds before wrenching himself away, curling up on top of his duvet before promptly passing out.
He must have woken up sporadically though the night, because when he woke up the next morning he doesn't have any memory of the night before - the only indicator that anything happened were a couple of random hexts sent to Lily Potter at 3:02 am.