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 Jul 4, 2018 7:32:04 GMT
Strictly speaking, there wasn’t yet a rule against hotboxing Hogwarts classrooms. Louis knew that this was definitely the case, because he had spent the previous day in the Hogwarts rule archives section of the library - getting more than a few weird looks from the librarian, who really didn’t seem to like him for some reason - and while some witches had (by the looks of a very specific rule) misused the potions classroom with some liquid joy at some point in the early 1890s, no one had yet banished gas. Which was something of an oversight on their part, to be honest, but Louis was not planning on complaining.
Classroom 11 hadn’t been in use (as far as he knew) for years - even his dad had said they hadn’t used it when he was at Hogwarts - so it felt like a safe place to try out his new weed-green elixir combo. He hadn’t been planning on spending his free Saturday doing this in particular, really, but it seemed that all of his friends wanted to “go to the library” and “revise for their OWLs” which… didn’t hold any interest for Louis, to be honest. And quidditch was a no go, given that some other team were in the stands, and the common room was dull, so - well, he’d decided to use what he’d learnt, and had one cauldron and one spliff already starting to fill the room with green smoke and make the world go beautifully hazy.
Louis flopped over the back of a desk, hanging his head off the end of it and closing his eyes, breathing deeply and just remembering to flick a softening charm on the desk while he still had most of his senses. He wondered if Vee was about, toying with dropping her a hext, but he really didn’t want to accidentally end up hugging her girlfriend again - which had happened last time he’d had some green. He shuddered. Not one to think about right then.
He’d just begun to drift into a slightly more fun state, when he heard the door handle move. Shit, had he not locked it? He definitely had. Louis opened his eyes briefly, considering panicking, but figured it wasn’t all that worth it. He had the necessary defence, and the chances of it being a teacher anyway were pretty slim.
Post by Dominique E. Weasley on Jul 8, 2018 19:56:52 GMT
Dom didn't spend much of her time following her family around school - there was always far too much going on, and frankly far too many of them. The Weasley clan had been infamously large just the past generation gone, but now they were positively huge, with numbers of the cousins peppered throughout the castle they were kind of everywhere. And though yes, you couldn't help but turn a corner and find another cousin, actually trying to keep on top of them all and their daily goings on would have been tiresome and altogether an impossible task. It was nice having them around for the most part - Dom loved her family as part of her own self, and she felt a beautiful connection to all of them that she'd never want to forget....but practically, there wasn't enough time in the day to show her family all that love she had for them, deep down, especially when there were so many more things that she had to do with her time.
Honestly too, they all had their own lives and friendships and work to be getting on with, and sometimes family getting in the way of that made situations awkward and slightly weird. For example, Dom was sure she could go the rest of her life never hearing another detail about the romantic and sexual escapades of any of her family - siblings or extended - ever again. She couldn't even go to the bathroom without her brother's name on the 'Hogwarts Best Lay' list. She didn't need to know that he was top five. If she could safely scourgify her brain to remove the fact Louis Weasley is number four best lay of the entire school, she would. It was emotionally scarring to say the very least. Safe to say, this sort of information was filtered through to her all too often, so Dom had taken to enjoying the carefully maintained distance all her family had while they were in the castle. Some things cousins, brothers and sisters didn't need to know about.
So then, she wasn't all too surprised or even remotely bothered when she caught sight of her younger brother round the corner. It was a Saturday, so it wasn't like they were busy with classes or anything, scurrying off to opposite ends of the castle - it happened, seeing each other. She was just on her way to have her bi-weekly meeting with Professor Lafayette about the latest club meetings, and he was...well, he was doing something. Either he hadn't seen her, or he had been purposefully avoiding her when they briefly crossed paths (which also wouldn't be surprising for Louis, because he could be unbearably contrary with his sister when he wanted to be), but she saw him slip into the empty Classroom Eleven, before she turned the corner for the Staff Room. Once her meeting was over, she'd almost forgotten about it, but as she passed the classroom door again she was reminded of seeing him. She'd been meaning to catch him briefly, as it was their grand-mère's birthday coming up, and she wanted him to sign the card she'd got for her - and with him here now, and the card in her bag with her other papers, this would save her having to seek him out later.
Without another thought, Dom let herself into the room, unprepared to walk straight into a smokey haze. She paused, blinking a few times as she took in the room, not expecting to find it in the state it was currently in - she was only struck out of her confusion when her eyes landed on Louis himself, lounging and looking like he hadn't a care in the world. "Louis," she said loudly, not caring if she startled him. "Qu'est-ce que tu fais, uh?" She stalked closer, letting the door slam shut behind her and crossing her arms across her chest.
Post by Louis Arthur Weasley on Aug 30, 2018 0:45:17 GMT
Maybe this would be a good time to start playing around with poetry again, Louis mused. He wasn’t really sure at this stage what he wanted to do with his life - he didn’t really need to, he had more than two years left in Hogwarts and he’d move to France after that and it wouldn’t really matter - but that seemed like the perfect beginning to life as a poet, non? The colours around him were swirling in a way that maybe he could capture through words, if only he could focus. Maybe if this worked he could do it again next time with a quill. Or a biro, might be easier to control. And then his sister walked in.
“Oh, putain” Louis hissed, scrabbling for his wand unsuccessfully to try to clear away some of the smoke, “Dominique!”. He was definitely not zen enough now (possibly ever) to have a conversation about drugs with his sister, or maybe in fact anything when she was wearing that particular face. “Ahh… je ne fais rien?” he tried, attempting to roll over and look up at her from his elbows, but obviously spectacularly failing and landing on the floor with a sharp thwack to his head. “Merde,” he swore loudly. Merlin, this was so not what he had had planned. Significantly later than might’ve been useful, he spotted his wand under a nearby desk, and reached out for it pathetically, almost falling off his elbows and hitting his head again as he did so. He could neither remember any healing charms nor the reason why he hadn’t listened to his dad when he’d been teaching them to him. Giving up on that for now, he vanished the smoke, already starting to mourn its loss and planning his next Thestral hext.
Louis shook his head. Not the moment - this was the moment to convince his sister that she loved him and that he was an adult and that she should probably turn around and go, right now. “Pourquoi est-tu ici?” he asked, hoping she’d get the hint. He hadn’t seen Dom for weeks - their school lives didn’t really intersect, which he couldn’t deny was somewhat deliberate - and he’d hoped they’d just bump back into each other at home and get back to beach life and ignoring that the other was doing whatever they were doing. By which he meant, not having conversations with Dom while he was high, or higher than normal, or trying to flirt with someone, or - well. Being in Shell Cottage felt safer, somehow - and this reminded him why.
Post by Dominique E. Weasley on Sept 12, 2018 15:24:43 GMT
Louis was the sort of family member that Dom had started to...stop asking questions about. Some would say he was a bit brat - though as much as he got on her last nerve sometimes, Dom would never say such a thing about her brother - but they weren't entirely off the mark, in her opinion. She got the feeling he did as he pleased and followed his every whim, and he presented himself in such a starkly different way to herself, it sometimes was incredible to have the two of them next to each other and realise that they were siblings. Sure, they kind of shared the same features - both had inherited their french side's expressive eyebrows and striking cheekbones - but in their actions Dom could only ever continue to see their differences. She defined so much of her personality on her discipline and her brother didn't seem to have any at all. She didn't get it and more so, she didn't really get him, no matter how much of the same genetics they shared. It reaches a point where you just kind of have to accept rather than understand.
Still, even then, with her keeping out of his way and him keeping out of hers - there were times that the two were together, like now, where Dom had to ask herself the question - did she really want to know? Her eyes narrowed as he jumped into movement, clearly startled by her sudden appearance. Which, in itself was strange because when had her little brother ever been that invested in her presence. She pursed her lips and watched him as he basically scrambled, trying to charm away the haze in the room and then unceremoniously falling onto the floor. She remained silent, just watching him with a stern look on her face that she never realised that she was doing. She was the sort of girl that already had a resting bitch face to begin with, so adding on to the fact she was actively judging someone, Dom had the ability to look particularly murderous without trying.
There was deflection from Louis' side that she shouldn't really have been surprised by. He'd clearly been caught up to something that he shouldn't be doing (and Merlin, that smoke and the way he was acting Dom knew better than to try and find out but she was really fighting back the instinct to try and needle him over it), and the way he was acting told her that her brother really wanted her to not be involved in any sort of way. She bit her lip slightly, frustrated - little brothers seemed to have a way of doing that to you. "I have a card for you to sign," she said, briskly switching to English, moving into action and rummaging through her satchel. She grabbed the card and pulled it out, holding out to Louis at arm's length in front of her. "For Grand-mère," she added just in case explanation was needed. Though realistically he should know that her birthday was coming up. "If you haven't got a card for her already." Her eyes narrowed again as she continued to scrutinise her brother. Finally, she gave in to herself. "Do I want to know what all that was about?"
Post by Louis Arthur Weasley on Mar 19, 2019 23:18:38 GMT
There really wasn’t much that tended to bother Louis. Honestly - he’d spent long enough copying his mother’s and grandmother’s do-not-give-a-fuck attitude that everything genuinely washed over him at this stage. He was pretty unruffleable. Which was entertaining, really, when placed alongside Dom, who was ruffled by pretty much anything she came across. It was basically a rule by this point, and one that he’d discovered worked well. He could make the world fit around his whims - and would, whenever possible. As such, if he’d needed to argue his case to a professor he’d have been well ready to. But he wasn’t entirely sure Dom would see it that way.
Actually, to be perfectly honest, he wasn’t quite sure Dom would know what he’d been doing. His sister wasn’t known for her presence at parties or any of the other fun activities Louis spent his weekends doing, and based on her performance on Valentine’s day she wasn’t spending her alone time getting familiar with different chemicals. Which, really, was for the best, Louis thought, trying to pull his mind away from that particular train of thought. Dom was definitely spending too much time getting high on indignance to get high on anything else, and he was certain most of her friends were the same. Having said that though, would that mean that if she did know what was going on, she was more likely to freak out? Presume that any kind of substance abuse meant he was dying? Louis wasn’t bothered by much, but thinking about his parents being disappointed in him left a taste in his mouth worse than a sober-up charm.
“Oui,” he said. Why did she presume he hadn’t sent anything himself? “I’ll sign yours as well, but I ordered her des patisseries de la place au Paris that she likes a few weeks ago.” He stuck his hand out for the card, rolling his legs round and pulling a half-squashed quill from his pocket. Sod’s law said that it obviously couldn’t be a self-inking one, and he sighed. “Do you have any ink?”
He wasn’t sure what the best tactic to go for was here. Clearly Dom wanted to talk. And clearly he had to say something. Or did he? He briefly wondered about just walking past her and leaving the room - but that might look worse, and then maybe she really would think he had a problem, and then she might write to their parents anyway, and maybe he could stop that happening. Maybe he could start at the top. “Did you know no one’s ever actually banned hotboxing a Hogwarts classroom?” Ah merde, was he going to have to explain hotboxing now?
Post by Dominique E. Weasley on Jul 10, 2019 18:36:29 GMT
Trust between siblings was an...interesting concept. Dominique knew that she loved her brother with her whole being and that she'd stand between him and any danger that might ever present itself to him - and yet, there were these little sort of moments that made her question whether they actually liked one another. It was a singularly unique sort of relationship to have, between older sister and younger brother, and especially so with their temperaments. Sure, she'd help him hide the body with only a few questions asked if he needed her to, and she knew instinctively he'd probably do the same for her. And - again - yet. It was always yet with Louis. She couldn't help narrowing her eyes a little as he seemed to shoot her a look of indifference that he liked to do from time to time and spoke in a tone tinged with passive annoyance. What did he want her to do, not check up on him and on the chance he forget, let Grand-mère be unhappy? Well fine, boohoo to her for trying to be helpful, she guessed.
Well, at least he was going to sign it. And at least he had sorted out his own present too. And that was fine! Honestly, that's all she was trying to sort out in the first place. She wouldn't have even had to hunt him down if he let her know about his plans and she didn't have to feel the need to check in. As he held out his hand, Dom silently handed the card over and listened to him telling her about his plans. "That's fine," she said. "Just thought I'd check, Louis." And really she thought she'd done quite a remarkable job at keeping her tone somewhat neutral. "That's a nice present." And that was the truth, all sibling passive aggression aside; she was quite sure Grand-mère would like it and that's what mattered. At his request she nodded, and started rummaging a little through her bag looking for her little vial of ink - she'd brought the nice emerald green one with her that she'd written the first part of her card in especially for it. A few seconds later and she'd located it and was passing it over Louis who was waiting expectantly.
And then, finally she was starting to get to the bottom of what on earth had actually been happening when she walked in here - and much like she'd predicted, she quite wished she'd both never been witness to it, and then also not questioned it after the fact. Once again, there was so much she could do without knowing about her little brother and his illegal drug related exploits was one of them. Ignorance in that department was truly bliss. Blinking a few times, she replied tightly, "Yes, they tend not to make specific rules when they've already got a blanket rule against smoking in general." She frowned, unhappy. "What would you have done if I were a professor coming in here without a warning?You'd have got in so much trouble. Besides you're in OWL year, don't you have other things you should be doing."