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 Louis Arthur Weasley on May 31, 2018 23:30:25 GMT
Louis kicked out his legs and leaned back onto his elbows, watching the smoke from his joint waft away from him. Waving his wand lazily, he murmured under his breath and watched the inky blurs fade into a flock of tiny birds flying around the tree. It had taken a few attempts, a lot of galleons, and even more scorched fingertips, but he’d eventually managed to take his favourite of the Thestral’s creations and get it to a just-about-smokable consistency, but he’d done it and it was worth it.
It was a grey day, and it was already getting questionably dark. Louis hated February, hated the nothingness it stood for between true winter and glorious spring, but at least today it was warm enough and dry enough that he could sit outside with his reading. He’d been working his way through Hume for a while, and if one more kindly housemate had come up to him in the common room and offered to explain it to him, he might have ended up jinxing them.
The weed wasn’t making the prose any less opaque, he couldn’t lie, but it was making the day much more enjoyable at least. Louis squinted down at the page half-heartedly one more time, before giving up. He took a long drag from his cigarette, and closed his eyes, dumping the book beside him. Who needed Hume anyway.
Louis heard the sound of someone approaching, and groaned, flinging his arm over his eyes. “Whatever it is,” he said, “I probably don’t care," hoping that would be enough to send them away.
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Another day and once again Noah could be found wandering the Hogwarts grounds. It was actually pretty nice today - though winter rarely stopped him from venturing out on his own for a cleansing walk, the snow wasn't actually all that fun to get around in, practically. Sometimes with all the hidden dips and uneven ground, navigating through slush and ice was downright treacherous, and Noah had had a fair few scrapes through the winter months. Frankly, he did prefer it when it was a little less hazardous, though Noah had never really been the type to complain too much or to let it ever stop him - his time outside was something he valued and enjoyed too much to put it off just because of mother nature doing her thing. Hell, if he couldn't appreciate her in all of her seasonal glory, then he was the worst kind of fraud. No, he'd been very much enjoying his winter walks, as he'd always done.
But it was nice today especially, mostly because the slight rise in temperature meant that the atmosphere felt a little less barren. When autumn faded into winter, there was something about the decay that Noah always found cleansing and life-affirming - but by the end of the winter season was coming around, he couldn't help but look forward to the new life that spring would hold. To see the first signs of it - even in just the way that students happily meandered through the grounds of the school - put Noah in a good mood as he quietly slipped through the gaggles of students. He wandered for a little while on his own, like he often did, before he stumbled on the sight of a friend reclined and a cigarette dangling daintily from his fingers. His greeting as he stepped up wasn't exactly friendly, but Louis never had been the type to soften the blow. Smiling gently, Noah began, "Well now I feel even worse I have nothing interesting to share with you." He regarded his friend from where he stood above him. "Space for a small one or is this time for some solitary contemplation?"
Post by Louis Arthur Weasley on Jun 17, 2018 17:18:07 GMT
At the sound of Noah’s voice, Louis uncovered his face and smiled up at him. Of all the people it could have been who’d found him, Noah was... Not a bad choice. Louis’ housemates came in many genres, some of whom were manageable and some of whom weren’t, and Noah managed to straddle the line between having interesting things to say and not always feeling the need to say them.
“Firstly, Noah, I doubt that’s true. And secondly, if it was then you shouldn’t feel guilty.” Louis reckoned he’d be pretty content with just the sounds of the lake in winter - no shrieking or splashing, just the wind on the water - for as long as the highlands decided to keep the sky clear.
He laughed. “Contemplate with me.” he replied, not moving (he was outside, Noah could sit where he wanted) except to hand over his spliff. Wait - how old was Noah? He wasn’t sure it mattered - Louis wasn’t much older than him anyway, and it wasn’t as if any professors would bother to tell them off (or that it would be their ages they might take issue with).
Louis took advantage of his newly free hands to snap a picture of the lake and post it to his newly-minted Instagram, and with that done, chucked his quiv back vaguely in the direction of his jacket. “Come on then, tell me how fourth year’s treating you.”
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At his invitation, Noah sat down next to Louis on the ground, crossing his legs and settling himself near his friend's torso. He pushed a few errant strands of hair from his face that had fallen in front of his eyes as he'd seated himself - his hair was growing longer than it ever had been, and though he was having to get used to the practical maintenance of it in a way he'd never experienced before, he'd found that he was rather enjoying how it made him look. He wasn't sure what his mother thought, but Noah got the feeling that she was happy to let Noah make his own choices on these sorts of matters rather than start stirring the pot - he'd been an easy child to deal with, quiet and thoughtful, and he sometimes he thinks that she looks at him and starts to get worried that at some point he's going to turn into his dad, all hot-headed and angry. But that had never been Noah's way, and probably never would be - he was far too introspective for that.
Tucking the locks behind his ears, he smiled again at Louis, and took the joint that was offered to him. He'd...dabbled, before; earlier this year, mostly. He was fourteen, but it was kind of hard not to in this castle with the types of students that were around. But he liked to make a point of keeping it natural - if it was from the earth, he had some sort of instinctual trust in it - and he wasn't going to say no when it was so nicely offered. "Happily," he said softly, and plucked it from Louis' fingers to take a drag, and watch in a contented silence as he watched the fellow Ravenclaw snap a shot for his Instagram. He liked Louis' aesthetic - it felt distinctly similar to his own in its sophistication, and he couldn't help but enjoy a shared sense of taste with his friend.
"Oh you know, professors scaring us to prepare us for our OWLs," Noah said, smiling gently. He held out his hand back to hand the joint back to him, and let out his last breathe of smoke through his mouth. "Teen angst on the rise - though I think some of the older years have us beat on that front." He let his gaze drift out to the stunning view of the winter lake, and take it in for a moment before continuing. "Fifth year isn't any better, is it?"
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Post by Louis Arthur Weasley on Jul 5, 2018 23:49:17 GMT
Louis smiled up at Noah, watching him tuck his hair back. The younger boy was attractive, he thought, or possibly beautiful was a better term, but Louis surprised himself with his lack of sexual desire. He wondered if it was that Noah was younger, but that wasn’t quite it - it was also it seemed just that he saw him as too much of a friend. Louis had slept with a lot of men since thirdyear when he’d first experimented with Jasper Kirke, and he didn’t really spend a lot of time with guys outside of that. It was undoubtedly something to do with his childhood, where the majority of people he’d spent time with had been girls - Dom was far more their father’s child, whereas Louis had spent almost all his time being passed between one sister or another and his maman. It had always been his female cousins he’d spent time with too, Lily the only one really close to him in age, and then when he’d got to Hogwarts he’d immediately fallen in with Vee rather than any of the guys in his year.
Noah was different to that - and maybe it was because he seemed almost genderless, much more spirit than anything as dull and fixed as ‘male’ or ‘female’. Hmm. Louis wondered if there was anything he could read up on this, and scribbled it down on the margins of his book, hoping he’d remember to go back to it later. “Pass it back?” he asked, holding his hand out for the joint. The smoke was starting to affect him now, and when he looked up the trees looked greener, the sky a bit more bright. Maybe he should do some writing - or maybe not.
Louis smiled and nodded, taking another deep drag on the joint. “I think scaring you is all the professors are capable of doing. It’s so annoying.” He breathed out, charming the smoke into tiny bubbles, and laughed. “Yeah, I guess the sixth and seventh years have got that covered. My sister and her friends are ridiculous, I feel like every other day there’s some rumour that one of them has fallen in love with or slept with or whatever with the other.” Which, frankly, didn’t stop being weird. He wasn’t an idiot, Louis knew that both of his sisters had lives of their own, but feeling like Dom (who, really, still felt just like the sister he’d shared baths with until he was six) was at the centre of what everyone in school was talking about all the time was weird. They’d only just all shut up about Valentine’s Day, a dance he was pretty glad he hadn’t gone to.
It took Noah a moment to realise that the joint was still burning away where it was dangling gracefully between his fingers. He'd been enjoying the slow warmth of it flowing through him, along with the accompanying view and friend laid out next to him to take any notice to the ashy embers that were dropping onto the grass. He blinked for a brief second, but then moved into action, taking another deep drag and holding onto the burn in his lungs as he held it out for Louis to take back off him - which he did only a moment later. He exhaled then, and found a queer satisfaction in the way the smoke danced in the cold, brisk air.
Noah was quiet as he listened to Louis talk, the words falling out of him in that usual serene and blasé air that he held - it was hard to feel the need to care about anything when you were spending time with Louis Weasley. Still, Noah listened dutifully, reclining slightly to rest back on his elbows, after seeing how comfortable his friend had looked laid out on the ground. He nodded sagely, as if he had any sort of experience with love or romance or sex - still, Noah was the 'wise before his time' sort of kid that felt like he knew and understood all of these things - or at least, the emotions that could drive these things he had no experience in, because when it came down to it, base emotions that drove these decisions all came down to the same thing. At least, he thought so.
"Do you pay attention to all that stuff?" Noah asked curiously, genuinely intrigued about what his answer would be. "I mean, what the rest of the school is talking about." Noah had this idea in his head about Louis being the sort of individual that was unaffected about what other people said, but he couldn't help but wonder, like he did with all of his school mates, if there was more beneath the surface that they didn't let all the wider world see. "Is it hard when people are like, talking about your family all the time?"
