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 Jasper M. Kirke on Dec 9, 2018 1:46:27 GMT
Jasper usually never felt bad for leaving Christian alone at parties. First of all, Christian didn't drink or indulge in any of the Thestral's wares, so it wasn't like he was about to get himself in any sort of trouble that Jasper would need to help him out with - if anything, it'd be the other way around. Christian was someone who could look after himself, in that regard. Plus, Christian never really complained about Jasper disappearing or running off to flit around other social groups during parties - it was just the sort of thing you were used to having Jasper as a friend. He thrived at these events, and would probably wilt if he didn't get the opportunity to spread his wings and socialise good and proper. They'd almost worked out a system, in that regard. So, it wasn't strange for Jasper to have lost Christian somewhere among the crowd of partying students. Nor was it strange for Jasper to be the one of the two to want to find Christian post-party to talk to him about what had happened at said party.
Not that Jasper supposed he had a better time than Christian at parties - the record just showed that Jasper generally found himself in more....situations, let's call them, than Christian ever did.
So as it was, Christian being the one needing to talk to him in the aftermath of a Hogwarts party was highly irregular. But Jasper was nothing if not good emotional support for his friends, so he'd followed Christian into the bathroom without a second thought (even if it did mean having to leave a very naked girl behind in his bed). He clicked the door shut behind him, offering Christian at least a little privacy from any overhearing ears, and turned on his friend. He only had thought to put some underwear on before he came in (because even though Jasper was comfortable walking around with his dick out, Christian in an emotional crisis didn't need that), so he'd committed to having this clearly important conversation sans clothes - but there wasn't really time to think about that now.
"So, uh," he started, running his hand through his curls, which were looking a little more wild than usual. "What the fuck did I miss?"
Post by Christian George Fraser on Dec 9, 2018 2:54:37 GMT
Fuck my delicate emotions, Christian had practically screamed before storming into the bathroom, and he'd meant it. He was so frustrated at everything right now. At himself. At the world. At her. And especially at Jasper and Anousheh for having perfect impeccable timing as always. Maybe, he thought, if they hadn't been fucking Jasper would have been there to help and I wouldn't have been left alone and now in this mess. Except, that was wrong - because if Jasper hadn't been with Anousheh then he'd have just been with somebody else and either wouldn't be in their dorm right now, or would have been with somebody who didn't understand their connection and would be pissed as all Voldemort that Christian had interrupted them.
Luckily, Anousheh was used to this. Or at least, had been before, and would be again. Christian couldn't keep track, but at least he knew Jasper would be following him shortly.
He skidded across the tiles as he entered the bathroom having toed his shoes off on the way passed his own bed, and reached his arm out to steady himself against the towel railing. He couldn't even walk straight and he had no idea what to do about it except his usual trick after sparkings with her - to relax his muscles with a long hot shower whilst banging his head against the wall. It may have been years since he'd had to resort to this but it was like his body ran on autopilot as he stepped into the shower and heard Jasper click the door behind him.
Christian stuck his head out to look at his best friend as he spoke, whilst simultaneously turning the shower on full force above him. Honestly, he had no idea where to start.
"Dominique Weasley tried to kill me!" He sobbed, before ramming his head underneath the water.
Post by Jasper M. Kirke on Dec 20, 2018 21:16:38 GMT
Bless his heart, Christian Fraser could be a stresser when he wanted to be. Jasper really had never had that problem - some would say that he was so laid back he might as well have been actually just spent his life laying down. Things and people didn't necessarily freak him out (and you know, when they did he ran in the opposite direction so they couldn't), because he was of the philosophy that most things just worked themselves out in the end. Look at him and Anousheh - sure, his tiny fourth year heart had been torn up when she broke up with him for the first time, but they eventually found their way back to each other, again, and again, and again. And now she could break up with him and it didn't even hurt at all! Also there was make-up sex, which really kind of made it all worth it.
Wait, where was he again?
Oh yeah, Christian.
Christian and girls had never had the sort of relationship that Jasper had with girls. And Jasper didn't know why he ever really thought about 'Christian and girls' plural, because he'd lived with the guy long enough to know that there was only really one girl that mattered, and consequently one girl that sent him into an absolute frenzied mess any time she so much breathed in his direction. Jasper loved him, he really did, but as much as Christian had said fifth year was the end of his feelings for her, it really, really wasn't. Bless his soul. He desperately needed to get laid.
Jasper blinked at his roommate, fully clothed in the shower, less surprised than he should be - and definitely not at all surprised when he found it was Dominique Weasley that had left him like this. As the shower thundered on, Christian wasn't likely to be able to catch any of his best friend support speech he was ready to give, so he stepped up to the shower and pulled back the curtain slightly to poke his head in. "I'm no genius," he started. "But I'm pretty sure you're meant to shower with your clothes off?" He smiled, and ignored the light spraying he got from the water bouncing off the tiles.
"Share with Kirkey," he continued, comfortingly. "You tell me who started the argument, who said what to who, and I'll tell you how we can fix it."
Post by Christian George Fraser on Aug 3, 2019 1:09:55 GMT
Christian honestly hadn't even heard Jasper coming into the bathroom, but that wasn't exactly surprising given a ) the shower and b ) wherever his head was currently at. Still it was barely a relief when he stuck his head into his space - if anything it was slightly irritating given that he started with the same joke he always started with when Christian did this. And even worse it still actually worked to break the tension.
Fuck Jasper Kirke to be quite honest. Except like, don't. Not right now. Not when Christian needed him.
"Clothes off showers are for efficiency, clothes on is for a good time." He stated, turning his head slightly towards him to maybe make eye contact if he could be bothered. He knew it made no sense, but he rarely did at this point in the game.
And then he sighed because Jasper asked for details but details required thinking about the situation and thinking about the situation required thinking about Dom but not just Dom it required thinking about her body on his body and having told hold her thighs to get her to keep still and oh holy fuck he was going to have a panic attack.
Christian slammed his head against the wall again, lightly, to clear the cobwebs. And then again slightly harder to make himself concentrate.
"J," he started, unable to quite believe what he was about to say, "There was no argument," an actual giggle escaped his lips. Pure delirium. He closed his eyes again. "We talked."
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Post by Jasper M. Kirke on Aug 9, 2019 12:43:01 GMT
Jasper felt a little better when Christian was able to slip back into jokes again, despite the fact he was in the process of one of his crisis showers. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t slightly concerned with how aggressively pent up he’d seemed when he’d stormed into the bathroom a few minutes earlier and he’d had a worry that something really genuinely bad had happened. It was a funny joke a lot of the time, about how the littlest things could send Christian into a spiral that ended up with him in the shower, but there had obviously been as many moments where like, shit yeah, Jasper understood it, why wouldn’t you want to disappear for a bit into a safe space to feel a bit calmer.
But then obviously, when he had mentioned Dom, he’d started to feel like they were in safer territory again. Any minor thing could have sent him off into a spin, and honestly Jasper couldn’t help but smile in anticipation of whatever it was he was about to deal with, already thinking about how much Toby would sigh heavily when he debriefed him about it later. Merlin, he loved his friends.
Except - except very suddenly this conversation wasn’t going in the direction he expected at all. In fact, Christian was in a few words able to completely blindside him, because in all the possibilities of things they could have fallen out about, or ways Dom could have stoked a frenzy of sexual frustration just by tucking her hair behind her ear or some shit - he really just never expected? That what could have happened could have been? Positive? “Wait, what?” he started, unable to hide the surprise lacing his tone. “What do you mean, talked? Tell me everything now, immediately.”
He idly felt bad for Anousheh, because it suddenly became very clear that this conversation they were about to jump into was going to be anything but short. He could only hope she was already drifting off into sleep - and if she knew anything about Jasper and Christian by now, she should have already considered this possibility, because as it was Jasper was getting ready to settle in. In fact - “Gimme a sec.” He let the curtain fall back between them for one second as he zipped to the cabinet and fetched his emergency baccy and papers tucked away behind the spare razors, because he was certainly going to need a fucking cigarette for this conversation. Only a moment later he was back, pulling the curtain back enough again that they could talk. “Okay, speak. I need to know all.”
Post by Christian George Fraser on Aug 14, 2019 15:15:48 GMT
The water poured down in a heavy rhythm and, as always, Christian found it ridiculously calming. He knew that this wasn't something other people did - not just from within his friendship group but literally anywhere. Most people didn't shower fully clothed when they needed to take some time out and panic in a safe space. It was just something he did and that's how it was. He couldn't even remember the first time it'd happened - although there was one really clearly memory from when he was a child of him jumping out of a tree into the fishing pond on his parents' estate. He didn't remember much from afterwards. He remembers Flo's husband dragging him out. His brother somewhere in his peripheral vision. He doesn't remember seeing either of his parents, only Flo.
All in all, his current response is much healthier.
Christian idly noted Jasper moving into action and really hoped he wasn't about to drag him out of his safe-space to talk. It didn't seem very Jasper like to do so, but nothing about tonight had been anything he could predict so Christian was currently questioning any and all actions in his vicinity. He was relieved to discover that, no, Jasper wasn't going to turn off the shower or leave him on his own (the secondary, less likely fear he'd vaguely considered), he was just rolling a cig instead. The world felt at peace.
"I don't even know where to start," he whined, there was no denying it. It was true though - Christian didn't know what was going on right now in the world. let alone inside his own head. He frowned as he tried to think back. Put events together in a linear way. Not one of his strengths but it seemed necessary. "I was alone? And then she was alone? And then-" Wait. The Hatties. "Oh. Then I had to escape and suddenly I was with a really really drunk Dom. Like, absolutely off her face." He nodded. That seemed like a sufficient explanation. Dom was drunk, and she tried to kill him, and now he was in the shower. Perfectly logical all round. Grade O.