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 Dominique E. Weasley on Jun 13, 2018 15:01:50 GMT
There was always something a little weird about coming back into the dorms for the first time after a summer. It was so simultaneously nostalgic and homelike while also feeling like going through an intense culture shock after the long months of summer apart. So much was the same - the people, the layout of the beds, the sounds of laughter echoing through the tower, the colours of the duvets and the smell of the old room - and yet in the months apart all the Gryffindor girls seem to Dominique to have grown. It was only natural - they were all still, growing technically, even if they were all now on the brink of adulthood, but there was something apart being a few months apart from people you have grown up with and usually spend every single day with that seems to make all the difference when you're reunited. And there was that too - it was their final year. This was the last time that they'd be doing this, moving back into this room and sharing the four posts beds all next to each other. There had been a time where Dom would have been intensely sad about the fact, and to an extent she still was, as she surveyed the rest of the girls in the room from where she'd laid out on her bed - but she also had an itch now - to get out there and start changing things bigger than what she'd been limited to in the castle - her time was coming.
Even just being properly reunited with her friends again had already begun to revive in her that desire to get out there and go do - she was determined that in her last year here, she'd make sure that WFABW would have a legacy that would last past her leaving. She knew with Charlotte it would be in enthusiastic hands, but she wanted it to be a club to that had the strength to outlast all of its original members, which would make this last year and their impact absolutely crucial. She'd managed to catch a few of their members for hellos and a catch up on the Hogwarts Express, and already even just being able to chat with people like Toby again about the group had got her suitably energised for the year ahead. She'd barely opened her trunk to start her unpacking before she'd had a thought that she was desperate to write down - abandoning her stuff in the trunk, she'd pulled out her well-loved and dog-eared notebook and a quill, laid down on her stomach on the bed, and started scratching out a list of things she needed to do and brainstorm before their first meeting of the year.
She wasn't sure how long she'd sat there scribbling away to herself, her ankles intertwined in the air behind her idly as she was deep in thought - before a buzzing noise brought her back to the present. Dom blinked a few times and let her book fall closed as she stretched to grab her Quiv from her bedside table. There were a couple of missed hexts there from earlier (most of them from Lottie), but none of them were recent enough to be causing the buzzing now. "Someone's Quiv is buzzing," Dom called out to the room, her eyes not lifting from her own device as she went to read what had been sent to her. She didn't know which girl's Quiv it was, but it was worth letting them all know to check if they hadn't caught it amongst the chaos of unpacking.
Post by Marasha Gavina Bell on Jun 19, 2018 20:43:36 GMT
Chaos. That was the best word to describe Rasha’s trunk. She had no organizational skill when she was in a hurry. She’d been in a hurry packing to go yesterday night. Books thrown in haphazardously, clothes stuffed on top, pens thrown in without care, and shoes without their mates greated her as she pulled up the top. May as well get started. She pulled out a few books and placed them on the shelf beside her bed. Next went clothes into the closet by her bed. She used dewrinkling spells on them because they honestly needed it. No way was she wearing that button up top all wrinkled. Her shoes followed the clothes to the closet, though not in tidy pairs. They would end up together in pairs, but she wasn’t going to dig through her expansive trunk to find matches. Just stick them in there as she found them.
It felt weird. It was her last year. She was seventeen(which she had been for 8 months but whatever). It wasn’t like she didn’t know what she was going to do. She’d already made a name for herself on the race tracks just like her mother and her grandmother before her. Riding was in her blood. The horse beneath her felt like an extension of her herself. If it weren’t for her mother’s insistence that she keep her options open, she would have stopped coming back this year. Then again, there were her friends to consider. She honestly wanted that final year with them. It hadn’t been her decision to make, but if it had, she would have been sorely torn between beginning her career as a winged horse Jockey. She’d spent the summer outside with the horses and traveling cross country racing her family’s horses over Europe. She’d come home with a rather nice tan, which for her simply meant that she wasn’t parchment white anymore.
Rasha set up her winged horse figurine. It was, of course, a moving figurine that walked around her desk. It sometimes ate candies or mints if left on the desk. Sometimes it pushed things off onto the floor. For the most part, it napped. For now, it cantered around the desk, inspecting its home. Rasha’s quiv buzzed. Shoot. Where had she put it? She looked in the trunk. Nope.
“Someone’s quiv is buzzing.” Dom called out.
“Looking.” She replied, digging through some clothes she’d thrown of the bed. FInally, she found it. “Ah-Hah!” Rasha growled, swipping it open and checking the hext. Christian.
So I heard Gryffindor doesn't have a captain for this year? Gutted I was looking forward to at least a challenge. You should totally go for it tho xoxo
Her brows knit together for a moment. “No.” She murmured before snorting derisively. Right. Her fingers started tapping furiously.
Haha. Nice try, Snuggles. You’re just trying to throw me off before the game.
She set down the quiv for a moment while carefully folding a pair of leggings onto a hanger. It buzzed again.
Totally telling the truth. You should go for it!
Her eyes narrowed distrustfully. Christian wouldn’t lie to her. He was a fluff ball. He didn’t go around lying to people just for spite.
“Got to be kidding…” She wasn’t even responding to anyone who might be trying to get her attention.
I can’t believe that. James wouldn’t just dump us like that. Who did you hear that from, cause that is ridiculous.
She didn’t even put down her quiv this time, just stared at the screen waiting for the little bubble to pop up. It took longer than she’d have liked before it stopped just having the dots and popped up.
Jasper told me, from Toby, from Baggy, who heard it when he was in eagle town from some 5th years, who apparently heard it from the house elves in the kitchen?
“What? No way!” Finally, she looked up at Dom’s impatient eyes. She’d probably been trying to get Rasha’s attention since the first hext. “So Christian heard from Jasper, who heard it from Toby, who got it from Baggy, who heard it from two fifth year girls, who overheard it from the house elves that James quit the team!” She stared at her friend with wide eyes. “It’s got to be a rumor! He wouldn’t… He couldn’t!”
It was a big year for Rose Weasley. She had finally fully recovered from her incident the previous year and was back on her feet, ready to prove the professors wrong. She had a full plate of classes she had to get through in order to graduate on time, but it would definitely be difficult to accomplish. She wanted it so desperately. While she knew it would be hard, it'd be worth it when she graduated with her friends. If Rose had to stay back at Hogwarts for a whole extra year, she would feel like her life was crumbling around her and she was missing everything. She was supposed to figure out what she wanted to do and then go for it. She couldn't go for anything if she was still in school.
She felt like a disappointment every time she thought of what happened during the year prior. That second year had got himself into trouble and without thought she saved him. Sometimes she had a terrible thought - that maybe she should have just let it happen. It was a thought that Rose was truly ashamed to have and would never tell a soul, but one that crossed her mind plenty of times. After all, if she hadn't intervened, she wouldn't have got injured, she wouldn't have gotten behind in classes, and she wouldn't have a bothersome, intermittent pain in her back. The pain would never fully go away, she was assured, though it wasn't particularly painful all of the time. It was just enough to remind her of the awful thing that happened.
Rose spent a significant amount of time leaned up against the castle wall, staring at the Whomping Willow in all its horror. As the sun began to set on the grounds, she wiped at her face and headed back into the castle, fortunate that she didn't have the evening round outside. She nodded at a few students who were on their way to their dormitories and then proceeded to climb the stairs, stopping at the third floor. She checked out all of the empty classrooms and corridors and was thankful upon finding that there were no students lurking in the shadows. With a final sigh, she continued up the moving staircases until she found herself at the portrait of the Gryffindor Common Room.
The fire crackled in the heart of the fireplace as Rose entered the common area. There were a few students sitting about, some already getting a head start on classwork while others simply chatted. A couple sat in the far couch, snogging, though Rose didn't have the motivation to part them. She simply rolled her eyes and continued to the seventh year girls' dormitory. Upon approaching it, she heard, "He wouldn't...he couldn't!"
"Who couldn't what?" Rose asked as she entered the dorm. She wasn't usually one for gossip, but she could tell by Marasha's voice that something wasn't exactly right. Rose collapsed onto her bed and laid over, pressing her palm against her cheek and leaning herself up to look at the girls. "What's going on?" she pried again. She pushed her falling hair out of her face, unsure if the answer would be another crazy secret or of something to be concerned.
Post by Dominique E. Weasley on Jun 26, 2018 13:43:36 GMT
Dom wasn't really paying much attention to Rasha after she went back to grab her Quiv - after she'd figured out the buzzing wasn't coming from her own phone, her mind drifted away from her friend. Idly she shot off a few hexts to Lottie in reply to her ones from earlier, and after a moments consideration, she started sending a few other ones quickly as they came to her; one to Miles to check in on him, as after all it was both of their last first nights in the castle, and it seemed like it ought to be a bit more of a momentous occasion than it was turning out to be; she also quickly sent one off to Toby, throwing out a couple of dates and times in the next few days that they could meet up for some pre-WFABW meeting chat, as catching up on the train was never really enough to really get into the nitty gritty of the issues they could bring up for the larger group at the meeting, and he always seemed to have great ideas that her, Miles and Lottie might not have thought of initially. She looked up briefly from her Quiv to have another little quick look at her planner that was laid open before her when she was once again distracted from Rasha and her Quiv.
She'd been typing on it, rattling away responses quickly with the sort of deftness that most students of Hogwarts now had with their devices, but there was an urgency to her hexting, along with her confused expression that made Dom a little concerned about what it was that she was typing about. Dom watched her silently for a moment, her brows furrowing as Rasha's concern didn't seem to lessen any - and then when she heard her friend speaking, she couldn't help herself from getting involved. Usually Dom wasn't the sort of person to get involved with the school social scene and she tended to stay away from gossip as much as she could - mostly because she found it only hurt people unnecessarily, but also because she didn't really care all that much. The problem was, what had initially seemed like some innocent chatting over Quiv, now seemed to be agitating or even upsetting someone that she cared about - and Dominique had never been one to sit idly by while something like that was happening. "What is it?" she asked lightly, giving her friend a concerned look, though it didn't seem like Rasha was paying attention to anyone but who was hexting her.
And then very suddenly, all of her attention was on Dom, and whole panicked monologue came out, that Dom struggled to pick apart straight away. She pushed herself up to sit up straight on her bed, none of the languid demeanour left that there'd been mere moments ago, as she tried to make sense of what Rasha had just said to her. Out of the corner of their eye, Rose came into the dorm, asking the questions Dom herself was just on the verge of asking, because what? But Dom didn't have the answers for Rose, as her focus was entirely on Rasha, as she started to try and make sense of what was happening. "Wait - say that again," she said, frowning. "Who is saying - James is quitting what? Not the Quidditch team?" she asked, moving forward to sit on the edge of the bed as if she couldn't hold herself back. "Our James Potter? Why would someone say that?" She shook her head, confused by the randomness and implausibility of the conversation.
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Post by Marasha Gavina Bell on Jul 9, 2018 18:57:54 GMT
Rasha shook her head, exasperated. “Yes, the Quidditch team!” She didn’t mean to sound short but she was in distress and frankly pissed at James if this turned out to be true.
“Christian! He told me that Toby. Well. A bunch of people in a line, I guess. But the gist is that James quit the quidditch team. See? Here’s the text. ‘So I heard Gryffindor doesn't have a captain for this year? Gutted I was looking forward to at least a challenge. You should totally go for it tho xoxo’” She read the text with an eye roll. He was obviously trying to be sweet about it but Rasha was already too fired up about this to handle his sweetness.
She knew Rose wasn’t really one to care for quidditch, but Dom was right there with Rasha in terms of dedication to the team. How many hours of practice did they put in? How many hours did James drill them into the dirt? How many times did he growl at them for not being quick enough, accurate enough, or strong enough to win the cup? And he just dumped them on the pitch without a leader? What kind of ass did that to his team?? Without even the decency to bow out formally instead of doing it behind their backs?? “Why would James do this? I don’t. It doesn’t seem like him. But Christian wouldn’t make stuff up either. Maybe the source got it wrong.” She trailed off, now pacing beside her bed.
As the drama unfolded before her, Rose couldn't believe it. Quidditch was something James was tied to. It didn't make sense to her why he would just up and quit the team, especially without at least consulting those closest to him and his teammates. She adjusted her position on the bed and sighed, watching Rasha get up and start pacing. "Okay, look, let's not get ahead of ourselves," Rose said, putting her hands up. "We all know gossip can make us think the worst thing possible and it could be a completely different thing, right?"
She didn't know if James had lost his mind or not, but he had to have done just that to quit the team so suddenly. Rose was pretty close to James and usually gave him advice on things. She liked to think he was one of the few people he actually trusted that was close to him to give him so real, solid words to mull over when he needed to make a hard decision. And if he had come to Rose with just that - a really hard decision to make - she would have suggested to him to discuss it with his teammates. Maybe something happened to where he needed a break? But she doubted James could just up and quit. It wasn't in his nature to be a quitter, that she knew.
"I think we need to find James and get to the bottom of this," Rose mused, looking over at Domonique. "After all, this is James we're talking about. I don't think he'd just leave the team without an explanation or even a heads up," she urged. She wondered if there was something to really worry about, though. Gryffindor needed James to be on the team; he was one of their best, but they also just needed him because he could rally when they needed it. Rose obviously wanted to see her team do well, even if she wasn't the most involved in the Quidditch scene. A lot of her family played it, and she could enjoy it to a point, but ultimately she would have loved to see Gryffindor do well for her, hopefully, final year of school.
Post by Dominique E. Weasley on Jul 11, 2018 16:02:24 GMT
Dom was...processing. Even the possibility of this sort of conversation seemed like such a weird far-off imagining that would only happen in strange alternate universes that it was hard to comprehend or make sense of it in the present. Because James - James Potter - giving up the Quidditch team? Giving up the captaincy? It was unfathomable. Dom had known this boy her whole life - the same age in a huge family, they'd grown up together from babies to wandering toddlers, to kids playing in the back garden of their grandparents house to Hogwarts, where they shared a house and then a Quidditch Team. If there were people that Dom could say that she truly knew, James Potter would certainly be counted among that number - but what was being told to her now made no sense to the James that she thought that she knew. Putting the news and the person together in her head seemed altogether impossible. It wasn't that she didn't want to believe it - she couldn't believe it, not really. "That's not right," she murmured, a deep frown setting into her features as Rasha responded.
Rose was talking then, holding her hands up in way that held an authority - barely their first day and anyone could tell that she was going to settle into her Head Girl role easily. And Dom agreed with her, to an extent - gossip was gossip, and the Hogwarts rumour mill was infamously active and vicious. There was the strong possibility that this was just something that was made up to try and stir something up on their first day back at the castle. Maybe another team was trying to throw the Gryffindors off their game - and yet - the way that Rasha was responding to this had stirred up some kind of strange uncomfortable feeling in Dom also that she couldn't seem to explain. Unable to stop herself, she launched herself across to Rasha's bed with purpose and pulled the hand holding her Quiv to where she could read the text for herself. Even hearing it, she needed to actually see it written down to understand it. She grimaced as she glanced Christian Fraser's name at the top of the screen - Rasha was saying about how she'd trust him not to lie about that sort of thing, but Dom wasn't sure. Who could say if that were a thing he wouldn't do for a laugh? It didn't seem all too out of character for him to try and cause her grief. And yet - the way he'd told Rasha to go for it. What did that even mean, if it were a joke. And then Toby! Why would Toby of all people be part of a false gossip chain like that - she might not trust Fraser as far as she could throw him, but Toby being a part of this were a different tale entirely. All she knew was that this couldn't be right, even though something was very wrong with it all.
Dom met Rose's eyes as she spoke, and in the look the girl was giving her Dom could tell that she was thinking the exact same thing she'd been thinking about - they knew James. He might be a lot of things, but he wasn't someone who would quit - and quit Quidditch, at that. "I don't even understand where this has come from," Dom said honestly, her eyes flitting between the two other girls. "What's even the point of making up something like this." She shook her head, confused. But Rose was right, and there was nothing better than to put this to bed than with confirmation from the man himself about what a falsehood this was. "You're right, Rose," Dom said firmly, moving into action again as she stalked over to her bed to pick up her Quiv and wand that she'd abandoned there but a few moments ago. "I'm not having people trying to stir things up before the school year's even began. We're sorting this now." She flew out of their dorm room at speed, and assumed that the other two girls would follow her. They can put this to bed with one chat with James - and, she thought as she took the stairs to the boys' room two at a time, they can let him know that people are spreading stuff about the team, which he really ought to be told about. She knocked at the door loudly, and announced, "It's Dom!" so the seventh year boys on the other side could hear her.
Post by Marasha Gavina Bell on Aug 29, 2018 15:00:38 GMT
Rose had it right, though Rasha felt too fired up at the thought of James ditching the team. She trusted Christian. Dom might not, for all their bickering but Rasha counted him among those she knew quite well. Having slept with most of his dorm mates(she thought it was a travisty Christian wasn’t on her list even if they spooned sometimes), she had spent her fair share of time in the Hufflepuff dorm. She nodded in response to Dom’s assertions. Before she knew what was happening, Dom was flying out of the dorm and down the stairs. Rasha followed closely. She didn’t think Christian was stirring things up. Not this time. He seemed genuine. As if he really thought she would make a great captain. Dom nocked firmly on the door, informing the inhabitants on the identity of at least one of their visitors. Rasha felt no compulsion to wait. “We’re coming in!” She called out, not pausing before throwing open the door and intruding on the 7th year Gryffindor boys dorm with abandon. Did it really matter if they weren’t dressed? Not that she’d seen them completely nude but it certainly wouldn’t bother her. It wasn’t like they had anything she hadn’t seen before. Fire crackled in her eyes like a wolf seeking her prey. She stepped into the room, her arms folded in front of her chest, eyes accusing.
Summer holidays just had to go and already be over, didn't they? The month of looking forward to them went by much slower than the month actually spent in them, and that just wasn't fair. It was the last one Fred would have for the rest of his life, at least with the looming prospect of going back into education at the end of it. His next one would be open ended, with only the societal pressure to get a job. Thankfully, Quiddich had on and off seasons so he could at least look forward to those holidays - because yes, he was that confident that he'd be playing for a team by the end of the year. The seeker hadn't quite decided which one,but a few had come forth to contact him and he was excited to play for any of them at the moment. Unfortunately, that was too far away for Fred to be really excited about, since he had exams to get through first. Not fun. Getting back together with his dorm-mates and most likely getting in trouble on the first night back? Fun.
The Weasley had just finished having a quick shower, a must after unpacking from a long train ride, and had actually managed to put some boxers on. The other seventh years were used to his post-bathe naked body but he decided to make a vague attempt of dressing as a present; the only one they'd get since he'd eaten all of the non-pranking gifts on the way up. His robes and casual clothes were hung up, his books and school related items all still in a trunk at the bottom of his bed, and everything else piled on top of a small desk. For most people it would probably look like he was still in the middle of unpacking, but this was probably the neatest his space would be all year. He was more interested in going to see people in other houses he hadn't got around to meeting on the train, maybe even managing to get to the Quiddich pitch for a little while.
Suddenly hearing a loud, repetative thumping on the door, Fred sprung into action and lay seductively on his bed: head propped up with one hand as he lay on his side, the other resting on his bent knee to open himself up. He was expecting another Gryffindor boy to be asking about something, although he was a little surprised that they were actually knocking first. The door swinging open was more par for the course. Who came in once it had opened, however, caught him off guard.
"Why, hello ladies," Fred beamed, quickly getting back on form. Sure, two of them may have been his cousins, but that just made waiting for their reactions all the more priceless. "Didn't get enough of me over the summer? I can understand your impatience but you should at least send me a hext first." They actually could have done for all he knew, since Fred hadn't looked at the screen for a couple of hours due to it falling right down to the bottom of the trunk. He was going to fish it out after getting dressed but had obviously not gotten that far yet.