Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds
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				Title: <strong>Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>26-03-2018, 19:16:19</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180326/0c4c98e14cd49fcf63c86a2e6a7ae403.png)<br>This thread is for all scenes that take place outside of The Castle at Hogwarts including the Quidditch Field, Courtyard, Forbidden Forest, and Great Lake. Please use the header below to avoid confusion.<br><br>(https://i.imgur.com/neumMDt.jpg)<br><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The Quidditch Pitch</strong></span></span><br>(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/8/89/Quidditch_Pitch.JPG/revision/latest?cb=20070114195447)<br>The stands surrounding the pitch are decorated differently for each Quidditch match at Hogwarts. Every second stand would be decorated with the colours of one team, and every other stand with the colours of the opposing team[2]. Spectators would sit in between these stands.<br><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The Viaduct Courtyard</strong></span></span><br><br>The Viaduct Courtyard (also known as the Entrance Courtyard) is a quadrangle in Hogwarts Castle. A covered stone cloister with an open colonnade runs around it, and two checkpoint towers flank its entryway via the Viaduct. There is a stone walkway leading from this courtyard into The Quad, and into the Viaduct Entrance. The courtyard is partially paved, in a cross pattern.<br><br>A popular hang-out spot for students of all Houses, this courtyard is where some students spend their spare time playing Gobstones.<br><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The Middle Courtyard</strong></span></span><br><br>The Middle Courtyard (also known as the Transfiguration Courtyard) is one of the cloisters in the inner part of Hogwarts Castle. This courtyard has grass in the open area, in which a big tree has grown over the centuries. There is one massive iron Armillary Sphere that stands in the centre of the courtyard.<br><br>The Transfiguration department was located somewhere near here as well as Classroom 1B. Also, during the 1992–1993 school year, the entrance to the Headmaster's office was located here.<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The Clock Tower Courtyard<br></strong></span></span><br>The Clock Tower Courtyard is a cloister on the base of the Clock Tower at Hogwarts Castle. This cloister seems to be one of the older parts of the castle and the ceiling and walls are dilapidated. It also leads to the Wooden Bridge and, as it is on a hill, is on the third floor. In the centre of the courtyard is an antique fountain surrounded by statues of eagles. A pear tree also grows in this courtyard.<br><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The Forbidden Forest</strong></span></span><br>(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/5/59/Forbidden_Forest.png/revision/latest?cb=20130819184917)<br>The forest is thick with trees — beech, oak, pine, sycamore, and yew are mentioned, as well as undergrowth such as knotgrass and thorns — but there are paths, brooks, and some clearings. Off the path the way is almost impassable, although people have moved through it and creatures as large as Acromantulas and a Ford Anglia have managed to get around.<br><br>It is hard to navigate the Forest at night, as there are tree roots and stumps that are barely visible in near blackness. Also clothes were known to snag on low-slung branches and brambles.<br><br>The forest is home to a wide and strange assortment of creatures. Anything wild and dangerous that needs a place to live is put there.<br><br>There are areas around the edges of the forest that are part of the Hogwarts grounds, but which are out of sight of the castle. Hagrid set up a paddock for hippogriffs in an area like this and the dragons which had been brought in for the first task were confined here.<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The Greak Lake</strong></span></span><br>(https://i.imgur.com/CqC6hx6.jpg)<br><br>The Great Lake (alternatively known as the Black Lake) is a large body of water, freshwater and landlocked, located to the south of Hogwarts Castle. It is about half a mile in diameter and the castle's plumbing network drains into it.<br><br>The grounds of Hogwarts function partly as a nature reserve for magical creatures which have difficulty existing in Muggle-inhabited areas. There are Grindylows (vicious little water demons), Selkies (of a hardy Scottish strain) and a giant squid, which is semi-domesticated and permits students to tickle its tentacles on sunny days, when it basks in the shallows.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>26-03-2018, 19:16:27</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>26-03-2018, 19:16:46</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>28-03-2018, 18:20:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/JigRCJ0.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Moray Morrigan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999176#msg13999176)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Running Clothes</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/h7s7loi.jpg)</div></div> <br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood,<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 15 inch Beech, Kelpie hair core, rigid. There is a slight twist to the wand and one single groove curved along the wand. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Monday, September 4th ,2017,<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 5.50am – Overcast, before dawn<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Courtyard<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Moray is being mean!<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>As if by magic notes appeared in the common rooms notice boards;<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Calling all students from the loser houses.<br>Regardless of weather on Monday, Wednesday and Friday mornings I shall be extending an invitation to anyone who likes to run, be in the main courtyard 5.55am or be weak and pathetic your entire lives. <br><br>SLYTHERIN HOUSE = BEST HOUSE!</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Moray arrived in the main courtyard at 5.50am on the first Monday, she was stretching before heading out for her run, at 6 sharp she was going to make her inaugural lap of the school. She wore pink shorts, pink tank top and pink shoes, just because she was Slytherin didn't mean she couldn't enjoy some pink. Her dark brown hair was pulled up into a tight bun and her wand was strapped to her left forearm for safety. <br><br>It promised it be a nice day but right now it was a little overcast, the sun hadn't quite made its way up over the horizon, but that was normal for Hogwarts if you ran in the morning it usually meant running in the dark.<br><br>Looking up at the clock tower there was still 5 more minutes and as of yet, there was no one joining her. Reaching behind herself she grabbed her foot holding it there for a calf stretch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>30-03-2018, 15:04:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/af/AbbyHuff4.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Adalheida "Addy" Ogden (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998458#msg13998458)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://img00.deviantart.net/bfc3/i/2018/012/d/e/black_altar_by_mahafsoun-dbzto5e.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Beech Wood, Rougarou Hair, 11.5'<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff / 1st Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Monday, September 4th ,2017,<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 5:58am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Courtyard<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> I'm a mermaid. I'm like a coloring book. (NSFW) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YMiROBF2NXo)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Moray Morrigan (Jaded), -OPEN-<br><hr><br>The note seemed more teasing than malicious. Addy could appreciate that. It seemed like it was written by someone more looking for real partners to run with rather than trying to lure someone into a prank. Running wasn't exactly her forte, but she had always managed to make due in No-Maj physical education classes during school. There was also the fact that it had been a few days since school started and she felt no better about it than when she'd got on the train. She hoped being outside a little would help cheer her up. It would also help her scout out a place for the thing she had been growing in her trunk. It wouldn't be long before the trunk couldn't hold it anymore and people started to notice it. She could have charmed the trunk to be magically larger on the inside, but allowing it more room would really just make the problem worse. So this would help her kill two birds with one stone.<br><br>Addy didn't really have running clothes, but she threw on a pair of leggings, walking shoes, a black t-shirt, and a jacket her friend Sarah had got her last year for her birthday. She pulled her long, black hair up into a ponytail and headed out. She was running a few minutes late and hoped whoever had left the note would still be there. If not, she might just have to make herself walk around anyway.<br><br>Walking up, she saw the girl dressed in pink and felt a little self conscious. In her youth, she'd been picked on a little for her clothes not being 'bright' or colorful. Addy liked colors and she did wear them from time to time. What was it the No-Maj kids had called her? A goth? That seemed inappropriate. But as the years passed, the kids she grew up with all got used to her and the name calling stopped. She actually always found it a little funny that they called her a witch. The other girl's pink outfit was cute. She was cute.<br><br>"Uh...hey, you the runner?" she called out as she got closer to the stretching girl, "I'm not too late, am I?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>08-04-2018, 23:31:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/JigRCJ0.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Moray Morrigan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999176#msg13999176)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Running Clothes</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/h7s7loi.jpg)</div></div> <br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood,<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 15 inch Beech, Kelpie hair core, rigid. There is a slight twist to the wand and one single groove curved along the wand. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Monday, September 4th ,2017,<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 5.50am – Overcast, before dawn<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Courtyard<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Moray is being mean!<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Addy, Open<br><hr><br>Moray was still stretching when she heard footsteps behind her, raising an eyebrow she regarded the girl. She hadn't seen her before and she was entirely unprepared for running. “Yes, I am the runner.” She nodded, “Gotta admit the last two years I put that message up, no one had taken it up, so I was fully prepared to run by myself.” She nodded. “Nice shoes, your feet are going to be killing you by the end.” She shook her head walking over to one of the benches she opened a bag pulling out a pair of running shoes. “Here, hopefully, they will fit.” She offered the younger student the shoes. “If no I know a spell.” She nodded.<br><br>It occurred to her that the girl might consider she setting her up for a fall, she was a Slytherin after all. She wasn't, she had no agenda she was actually happy to have someone to run with. “Do you plan on joining Quidditch?” She asked as she checked to make sure her hair wasn't going to fall out. <br><br>The tower rang for 6am, she let out a sigh, “Ready for this?” She asked. “We'll go easy today, I'll show you my route but this isn't going to be easy, if you keep coming back for the morning run, then the weather is going to get worse, I don't stop because of some snow, or ice, or fog.” She nodded.<br><br>“Oh I almost forgot, I'm Moray Morrigan.” She winked as she turning jogging away from the girl, if she followed it was entirely up to her, she was moving slow enough to keep chatting for a little bit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>10-04-2018, 14:55:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/af/AbbyHuff4.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Adalheida "Addy" Ogden (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998458#msg13998458)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://img00.deviantart.net/bfc3/i/2018/012/d/e/black_altar_by_mahafsoun-dbzto5e.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Beech Wood, Rougarou Hair, 11.5'<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff / 1st Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Monday, September 4th ,2017,<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 5:58am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Courtyard<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> I'm a mermaid. I'm like a coloring book. (NSFW) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YMiROBF2NXo)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Moray Morrigan (Jaded), -OPEN-<br><hr><br>Hearing that no one had come to run with the other girl before now wasn't entirely surprising. Even in the American Wizarding Community, doing something that was physically exhausting wasn't all that popular. It just didn't seem like anyone thought exercise or physical education was all that important. Not that she was in the best shape. Addy wasn't overweight, but she ate her fair share of junk food and she wasn't exactly physically fit, "That doesn't really surprise me," she mused as the other girl started in about her shoes. She looked down at them as the other started pulling out an extra pair of shoes. Addy didn't think there was anything wrong with her shoes. Then again, maybe there was. Gym class at her No-Maj school hadn't been her best grade and the teachers had always got onto her about her clothing choice for gym days. Addy supposed someone who ran often would know better than she did, "Thanks..."<br><br>Sitting on the ground, she started to switch out the shoes as the other asked about Quidditch, "God no. I'd kill myself on a broom. We have Quidditch in the state, but it ain't all that popular. I am looking forward to seeing a Quidditch match though. Be interesting to see how it compares to Quodpot. I've heard that it's a little different, cause nothing has a chance of exploding," she chuckled a little, mostly to herself, "Guess that's typical American though, right? It's not interesting if there isn't a chance of it blowing up?" Addy didn't mind to laugh at herself.<br><br>Once the shoes were laced up, she got up and the other girl said it was time to go. She also said that if Addy kept coming back to running, it would be an all-weather kind of deal. She wasn't sure if she was up to that, but it wasn't like she had anything better to do with her time. At least not yet, "I'll wait to commit to that till after seeing if it kills me today or not," she smiled.<br><br>It hadn't occurred to her that they hadn't introduced themselves till the other girl was starting to jog off. Her legs protested the early hour, but she managed to get them to work and caught up to Moray within a moment, "I'm Addy," again with the last names. She kept forgetting that part, "Ogden. Addy Ogden," her long dark hair bounced lightly against her back as she kept pace with the other girl, "What year are you?" for now, she could still talk. Addy was sure that wouldn't last long as her body decided it was time to stop, but she forced it to keep going.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>18-04-2018, 03:17:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/JigRCJ0.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Moray Morrigan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999176#msg13999176)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Running Clothes</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/h7s7loi.jpg)</div></div> <br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood,<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 15 inch Beech, Kelpie hair core, rigid. There is a slight twist to the wand and one single groove curved along the wand. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Monday, September 4th ,2017,<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 5.50am – Overcast, before dawn<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Courtyard<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Moray is being mean!<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Addy, Open<br><hr><br>Moray smiled as she looked over at Addy as she took the shoes, there was skeptasism but she had ran around and through the castle, comfort was necessary. She nodded as she spoke about Quodpot, Moray's nose wrinkled as she tried to hide her distain at the sport, just like Americans to take something as perfect as Quidditch and make it explode. <br><br>She nodded, “Yes, there is no exploding in Quidditch, it's about technique, finess and kicking the shit out of the opposition.” She grinned. “Quidditch is fun, I suggest that everyone should try it at least once.”<br><br>Moray smiled, respecting that she didn't give an answer about joining the running. “Well the offer is there.” She grinned jugging away, letting her catch up. “Addy, hey nice to meet you.” She nodded looking sideways at the girl, “Watch that step coming up.” She motioned to a raised flagstone. “That got me the first day, just about skinned my shin.” She laughed as she stepped over it. <br><br>“I'm a 3rd year, I guess you're first. I must admit, I do miss the first year, it was fun and new and sparkly, the second year was...samie.” She frowned, “Hopefully the 3rd year will sparkly again.” She grinned.<br><br>“So, any clue what profession you want to have.” She asked looking over. “Honestly, I have no idea.” She laughed, “Might follow my dad into the ministry, or make brooms with my uncle, or...” She thought about her mother and pursed her lips. “Well, something.” She shrugged as she kept running, she was starting to remember why she enjoyed running alone, she could talk to herself and bitch about her mother without anyone hearing her.
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				Post by: <strong>Lady Sakura</strong> on <strong>19-04-2018, 04:52:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a4/ScyllaRavenclaw5.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Scylla Cromwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14058728#msg14058728)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Fall Lounging (http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/bc0jal-l-610x610-sweater-tan-knit-knitwear-sweater+dress-oversized+sweater-fall+sweater-fall+outfits-fall.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure-blood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 9 ¾ | Pine | Rougarou Hair<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | 1st Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 2nd, 2017 | Saturday<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Middle Courtyard | Under the giant tree. <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Lounging under the tree, reading a book, alone time<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Some Evanescence<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> No one at the moment<br><hr><br>Saturday afternoon probably should have been spent wondering the school to get acquainted with the various locations that hogwarts had to offer, however, Scylla would be moving to a different tune that morning. Finding refuge under the largest tree in the courtyard, she decided to get an early start on her studying. With her herbology book cradled up against her thighs, resting comfortably against the massive oak tree, did she drown out the rest of the world. You think the idea of reading such a dense book might put her into a snooze but she was told that learning magic was harder than anything else one could do. She needed to start early.<br><br>The weather was quiet comfortable at the moment. Even though she let the world disappear from her as green eyes trailed along word for word and the diagrams, the wind felt wonderful against the exposed skin. The rustling sounds of the leaves brought her peace. As she read, she pondered many things. What type of people her professors were, how they'd teach the material, if she was going to be able to keep up. Practice made perfect right? However, it probably would be better if she had someone else to practice with. Yet, at the moment her social skills were little to none and she felt that she could probably do better on her own. Afterall, all she had was herself. That was probably the only person she needed. <br><br>She'd probably have to be a little civil. Class participation was required and partnering up with someone was probably going to happen but did old habits die hard. As she had heard it, house points were very important, she wondered if she should just stay in the shadows and allow the school year to move on without much event. That way she didn't help nor did she take away from the Ravens. <br><br>Never looking up from her text book, she'd reached down to gather her small cup of tea from resting upon it's saucer. Bring it to her lips and taking a sip as she used a free hand to turn it's page.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>19-04-2018, 05:25:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/29/AaricSlyth3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Aaric Balor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998428#msg13998428)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Classy but comfortable (http://www.outfittrends.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/dinner-outfit-ideas-on-valentines-day-for-men-6.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 10&nbsp; 1/4 Inches | Ebony Wood |Thestral Tail Hair| Quite Flexible<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: 4th/ Slytherin<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 2nd, 2017 | Saturday<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; Middle Courtyard | The last place Scylla wants him<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Flriting<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> General Aaric Vibe (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4voy60TKo9w)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Scylla<br><hr><br>It always struck Aaric a bit odd that school <em>always</em> started on the first, but then perhaps it was a advantage that they had the weekend off and class would start officially on Monday.&nbsp; It'd allow the first years time to explore the castle and perhaps the craftier first years to map their route to their classes. <em>At least until the stairs changed and they were forced to start from scratch</em>. The rumor was the DADA teacher would send jinxes at whoever entered his classroom late, whether there was any truth to that or not Aaric didn't plan to discover for himself. He imagined it'd be entertaining to be in the first year class however. Where it was guaranteed that at least one student would be late. While many elected to explore the grounds, Aaric wasn't so much sight seeing. It was now his fourth year and the Castle was familiar. He had hardly learned every secret but he knew his way well enough not to get lost, and the excitement of the castle he had felt initially was now a feeling four years old. Aaric was indeed moving about the castle but his goals were a great deal different then anything to do with the castle itself. Aaric desired to find someone that would catch his eyes and his interest. If he was going to start the year on a weekend he was going to do it right, and that meant finding the right company. <br><br>He imagined several ways a encounter might go. The girl would catch his attention and he would approach. Perhaps offer a little assistance or comment on whatever activity she was doing. He'd gauge the waters and then he'd flirt. There was a whole class of first years that didn't know his reputation of being a shameless flirt. Though there was at least one among them who appeared to be taking that title himself. The idea of guiding a new student around the school, and getting "lost" held it's amusement. Getting lost with the right company was the best way to spend a day sometimes. Of course getting lost and leaving them lost was sometimes just as amusing. The real question had become whether or not Aaric intended to do any pranks yet. He reasoned it was a bit too early for any shenanigans, Slytherin didn't need to have negative points before the school year started. So he'd be tasked with finding someone who caught his eye and he'd elect to be civil that afternoon. <br><br>As he moved along he caught sight of several students, casting a grin and a wink at some of them. Still none of them had the <em>pull</em> he was looking for. The way they smiled, or just the sense of the moment didn't suite him proper. He felt he was tugging for something in specific, and his wandering took him out to the middle courtyard. A popular gathering area for students to be sure. A good place to be on the lookout. Eavesdrop, whatever the situation ended up calling for. It'd be in that courtyard that Aaric laid eyes on Scylla Cromwell. She wasn't doing anything to stand out, other then sitting under the only real object that stood out in the courtyard. But she was minding her own business with a textbook propped in her lap. She was a Ravenclaw after all, if they weren't completely crazy they were diligent and intelligent. For a moment his eyes turned away from her, but they turned back to her once more. He didn't think she had seen him, and as he gazed at her he remembered that glare she had given Xual the previous night. The one that was not meant to be anything other than a warning and Aaric had still found it incredibly alluring. <br><br>He paused for a moment, remembering the warning that Xual had given him. Whether Scylla liked Xual or not, Xual had decided to protect her. She was in some ways a forbidden fruit. <em>But everyone knew there was no sweeter fruit in all the world than that which was forbidden.</em> Thus his decision was made, and his curiosity of the girl won over, Aaric would make his way over to her. Approaching from the front. He expected judging from her book he was about to be quite rude.<br><br>"Hello there lass, I see that yer studyin' but I couldn' help myself." He said, his irish accent chilly as he spoke. Aaric knelled down to look at her at eye level rather than forcing her to look up. "I've been 'ere three blood years 'fore now....In all that time, there haven' been anythin' that grabs my attention like you." He said as a grin took place on his features. "Mind if I join ya?" He asked letting his eyes fall on her own if she was going to look up at him.<br><br>What made her interesting? Was it just her beauty? No, it was that glare, those fierce unwavering eyes that drew him back to her. It made him curious, it made her alluring, and now that they had crossed paths so quickly, Aaric couldn't help but scratch that curiosity he felt towards her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>02-05-2018, 15:01:09</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Optional Event: Black Lake Bonfire</span></strong><br><em>Unlike the standard GM events, this event is not considered mandatory participation. <br>It is an event organized for plot development, character connections, and fun! Open to all!</em><br><br>(https://igx.4sqi.net/img/general/699x268/56761927_o18sTt05NmibaWEhyv40uP_yBYQS715sKFMm3dLMD7k.png)</div><br><hr><hr><br>All month long, there had been talks of a bonfire being hosted by Aaric Balor at the Black Lake. It was to be held on Friday, September 29th, immediately following dinner in the Great Hall. Invitations were spread through word of mouth and overhearing ears. By the time the end of September rolled around, every Hogwarts student had heard about the bonfire and was, in one way or another, invited to attend. <br><br><hr><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/01/81/e2/0181e2bdf1ea9cc3b7abd8dd97a65d63.jpg)</div>The evening was a cool one, with a crisp chill in the air. At the lakefront, it was even more noticeable, a breeze rolling this way and that, sending speckles of sea salt into the sky. Clouds loomed overhead, full and fluffy, blowing by at a pace too slow to notice. The moon was out and reflecting the sun as ever, one lowering while the other rose. A gentle hue of pink seemed to halo the mountainous hills in the distance, the glittering water of the Black Lake rippling curiously and waving lazily. <br><br>There was something about the water that felt ominous, though many students never drew close enough to pay attention. Perhaps that would change at this bonfire, though. Especially the First years, who had yet to see the lake up close. There had been rumors circulating about upperclassmen using this party as an excuse to haze the younger students, though that word never reached the ears of any Professor who would take it seriously. This party was an approved one, however that didn't mean students were allowed to stay out after curfew. By midnight, they were all expected to be back in their dorms and tucked into their beds. <br><br>That gave the students approximately five hours to finish their celebratory bonfire. It had been set up in a clearing, contained with wooden sticks and rocks. It was a magical fire, of course, so the chances of an ember sparking something and setting it ablaze, was very unlikely. Due to its magical genesis, the fire continued to crackle and pop at the wood, which never seemed to actually burn. Just the same, a vibrant source of light and a glorious source of heat was formed. Though the bonfire was near the edge of the lake, the tide was much lower and with the uneven ground of mostly jagged rock and flattened ground, there was a plentiful bit of padding between water and fire.<br><br>Logs and seats were set up all over the place, providing plenty of places to sit. Marshmallows and coolers filled with drinks were also set up near the fire. All of the ingredients to make s'mores were present; the perfect dessert to cap off a beautiful evening. A huge variety of juices were sitting on ice that magically never melted, along with water bottles and a few other unmarked drinks that may or may not have had a special ingredient added to them. <br><br>The bonfire has started, and everyone is invited! So get cozy and warm up by the fire... before it's too late. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>02-05-2018, 15:26:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/70/FinleyRav5.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same as picture, with jeans and black Converse <br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Fir | Dragon | 12 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 29 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake Bonfire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Who doesn't like a bonfire? <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Breaking Benjamin - Psycho (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Y_a0PWlBr8)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open <strong>Mentioning:</strong> Aaric balor<br><hr><br>The first month of school had gone roughly how Finley had been anticipating. It was hard and there were many things to adjust to. However, most of the subjects - other than the one created by the devil himself, Arithmancy - were fairly easy to grasp. At least for him. The difficult parts mostly involved every other aspect of school. Getting lost on his way to classes was a routine occurrence, despite trying to time the moving staircase on several occasions. Thankfully, he hadn't disappointed his family name by losing Ravenclaw any House points. At least not yet. <br><br>It was with a great sigh of contentment that he joined those collecting near the bonfire that evening. He wasn't sure who this Aaric Balor person was, other than that he was dubbed the host of the party. Not recognizing anyone immediately, Finley decided to keep his distance and occupy space near a rather large, somewhat creepy tree. He chose not to lean against it, just in case the thing started talking or something - must expect the unexpected, after all. Reaching into the back pocket of his jeans, he tugged his inconspicuous, antique cigarette case (http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2769/4106495029_bf13b33eb1.jpg) out. After popping it open and pulling a hand-rolled cigarette free, Finley replaced the case where it belonged and retrieved his simple, black lighter. <br><br>After popping the filtered end into his mouth, he lit the tip of the cigarette, his free hand cupping the edge so that the lighter would not fail him. With a shake of his head, he returned the lighter to his back pocket. Every time he used it, he had to ask himself <em>why</em>. Now that he could openly and freely use magic, there was really no point in keeping a lighter on his person. Then again, he supposed, at least it was a backup plan, in case something went wrong with his magic. Or if, like tonight, he forgot to bring his wand with him. Taking a drag, he rolled his head to the side, exhaling the smoke like a pursed sigh, shoving his free hand into a pocket and allowing his gaze to wander over the others gathering.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>02-05-2018, 15:54:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Iain_Gryff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Iain McGregor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14003054#msg14003054)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Hoodie and pair of jeans (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6e/64/74/6e6474f2ffe1ead0bd02b6ae04c356df.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 12-inch cypress with a hippogriff feather core<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 29th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake Bonfire <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open (mentioning Rosalyn and noticing Finley)<br><hr><br>The first month of classes went by far too fast. Iain continued to coast through this is typical laissez-faire approach. He jumped back into his routines and excitedly signed up for every sporting club and team he could. It was likely that Iain wouldn’t excel at academics, but by gum he’d be a sportsman.<br><br>Arriving at the bonfire, Iain took a swig of butter beer and joined the crowd. He recognized most of the people including a few new first years – a particularly interesting Ravenclaw who either was immensely smooth or trying too hard to appear so. There were many broody emo types moping about Hogwarts. Was this another? Iain couldn’t concern himself with Debbie Downers – life was too short.<br><br>Iain tried to find Mademoiselle Lamoureux in the common rooms prior to heading to the bonfire but was unsuccessful. Rosalyn was not only part of his House, but also his year and he felt a protectiveness over her. Perhaps akin to a brother. This whole mess with the Warde kid had him perplexed. Arranged marriage? The Scots were known as savages in the past, but determining who your child will marry seemed more savage than any hard fought battle.<br><br>Turning back to the scene at hand, the bonfire was a bit quiet. Perhaps he arrived too soon? Iain was sure it’d pick up.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>05-05-2018, 04:22:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/JigRCJ0.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Moray Morrigan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999176#msg13999176)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Skinny jeans, simple t-shirt, sneakers<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood,<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 15 inch Beech, Kelpie hair core, rigid. There is a slight twist to the wand and one single groove curved along the wand. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 29th ,2017,<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Bonfire<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On a log<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Star Gazing<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Perhaps Lyre might find his way down! Open<br><hr><br>Moray wandered down to the lakefront there were a few students already there, she had changed into her clothes before dinner hiding them under her robe, which was now thrown into her bag. She wore a pair of dark skinny jeans, a long sleeve t-shirt and simple sneakers, something she didn't mind getting messed up if she needed. Her dark brown hair was braided from a side part over the top of her head and down over her shoulder, keeping it from her face but also framing it at the same time.<br><br>She found an empty log to sit on, her back turned to the fire she pulled out her telescope pointing it up at the sky, it was a perfectly clear night, one she would have preferred to spend in the astronomy tower, but there might have been talk if she didn't show up at the bonfire. She found Saturn easily it was due to set just before 10 pm, so there was no risk of losing it, Mercury, Venus and Mars were already gone but if she waited an hour or two she might get a glimpse of Uranus. She frowned to herself, her telescope was nowhere near as powerful as she wished, even with all the spells she had gotten her father to place on it, it would never be enough.<br><br>Placing the telescope down on her bag she wandered over to the drinks table, there was all kind of juice but she wanted something with a kick. Picking up an unmarked bottle she held it towards the fire to see if it was once of Aaric's 'special brews', but she couldn't tell, oh well the proof of the pudding is in the eating after all.<br><br>Moving back to her seat she turned towards the lake again, not to be anti-social, she just wanted a few seconds of quiet before the party really got started. Opening the bottle she took a sip before pulling a face, “I fucking hate pumpkin juice”. She shook her head as she looked around hoping she could give the juice to someone else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>05-05-2018, 05:19:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1c/Lyre_Sly_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Maple, Dragon Heartstring, 13 in, Unbending, literally glowing<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Slytherin 3rd Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Friday, September 29th, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Bonfire, Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational, Star Gazing <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Moray Morrigan! Open</em> <br><hr><br>"Moray." Lyre smirked seeing the face she pulled, the kind of repulsion and revulsion one'd make when downing a shot of apple cider vinegar. He casually took the potion from her, wondering if it was alcohol, tasting it for himself. But the sweetness was mild like apple. Eyebrow raised. "... you really detest pumpkin juice. Lowers cholesterol, you know. Never mind that; here." <br><br>He traded her something colder. Soft-serve ice cream. "Orange marmalade. The kitchen was ripe for taking. You weren't in the common room study. Figured you were here. Normally, your parties are purer. Then again, I don't mind." <br><br>His icy blue eyes spied on the telescope she placed on her bag. He glanced up quiet for a moment, easily finding Saturn, but questioned the most mysterious stars, the very ones that made him fail a bit in astronomy, before he was distracted by the glow from his wand tethered at his hip. Bummed, he looked back at the bonfire and the gaggle of students. He studied their free spirits, recognizing quite a few plastered faces. <br><br>"Find anything ... compelling ... to gaze at?" Lyre stared at Moray with growing fascination, making a throaty chuckle.<br><br>He quickly downed the rest of the pumpkin juice, waiting for her answer. Her words, without fail, stirred his interest.<br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>05-05-2018, 05:57:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/JigRCJ0.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Moray Morrigan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999176#msg13999176)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Skinny jeans, simple t-shirt, sneakers<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood,<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 15 inch Beech, Kelpie hair core, rigid. There is a slight twist to the wand and one single groove curved along the wand. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 29th ,2017,<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Bonfire<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On a log<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Star Gazing<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Perhaps Lyre might find his way down! Open<br><hr><br>Moray looked up at Lyre as he appeared a full pout crossed her lips as she handed him the bottle. "I hate pumpkin juice, of all the juice there could be why a squash? Cherry, grape, apple, orange... even freaking carrot would be better." <br><br>He handed her the ice cream she grinned, "Yay, you know me so well." She sighed taling a bite, she closed her eyes, slouching on the log as she let out a soft sigh. "If sex isn't as good as this I will happily stay celibate my entire life."<br><br>"It's a nice evening I figured I'd do some open air star gazing." She smiled devouring the second spoonful as he commented on the party. "Yes well, do you remember the last party, thank goodness you were there, I'm pretty sure I was about to auctioned off to highest bidder." She shivered slightly at the thought. "I'm glad I stole that bottle of Yamazaki Mizunara, though I did find out it worth about a thousand galleons...woops!" She laughed. "It's worth it, the host was a twat."<br><br>He asked if there was anything to gaze at, she picked up the telescope and with a half smile half smirk she handed it to him. "Why don't you look for yourself and tell me?" She teased knowing his annoyance at being almost inept in astronomy.<br><br>"Although if the party kicks up I'm sure there were plenty non celestial bodies to spy on." She nudged him slightly, "Pure or not sometimes you just want to lick ice cream off someone...no<br>.." She pulled a face of disgust. "Eww, I regret saying that I will never tarnish ice cream by sullying it on human flesh. Not even for the hottest guy out there." She sighed as she took another bite of ice cream.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>05-05-2018, 06:16:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1c/Lyre_Sly_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Maple, Dragon Heartstring, 13 in, Unbending, literally glowing<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Slytherin 3rd Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Friday, September 29th, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Bonfire, Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational, Star Gazing <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Moray Morrigan! Open</em> <br><hr><br>"Well," Lyre eyed her teasingly. "I would have been the highest bidder that night, worry not." He sat on the log, back straight and stiff like a cat. "A thous- Damn, Moray. If you decided not to take the Yamazaki, I would've. Truly."&nbsp; <br><br>His large hand took the telescope and he pretended not to take offense; he winked at the night sky. "Mmyep. <em>Nut-thing.</em> I see ab-<em>solutely</em> nothing. If I fail astronomy, I'd have to redo ... third year. Enh."&nbsp; <br><br>He bit back a low giggle. "Don't knock human flesh so soon. They come in different flavors too."<br><br>His icy blue eyes swiveled at her. "Just how many salty skin have you tasted? Have you even had the hottest guy yet?" <br><br>He gave a small <em>hmm...</em> "I remember having ice cream sex with uh, a big guy. Sticky, but so so sweet..." <br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>05-05-2018, 06:34:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/JigRCJ0.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Moray Morrigan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999176#msg13999176)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Skinny jeans, simple t-shirt, sneakers<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood,<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 15 inch Beech, Kelpie hair core, rigid. There is a slight twist to the wand and one single groove curved along the wand. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 29th ,2017,<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Bonfire<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On a log<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Star Gazing<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Perhaps Lyre might find his way down! Open<br><hr><br>She smiled warmly at Lyre and his announcement that he would have bought her. "I knew you were a softie, I would have let them sell you." She grinned as she teased him. "I'm sure you'd have a few stories to tell." She laughed.<br><br>She rolled her eyes at his display with the telescope "You are not going to fail because you know I'll help you, just as you'll help me with herbology." <br><br>"I different flavors?" She frowned, she hoped the light was low enough so he didn't see her blush. "Well, um...that depends won't what your definition of salty skin is. Someone who's just had a jog, or...um..." Words were failing her. "Ummmm...fuck, you know I've not had sex, so do you need me to say it, the only guy I came close to was Nate and even then I just blew him." She sighed. <br><br>She leaned against him slightly taking a sad bite of ice cream. "Besides nothing I do could ever be as hot as what you describe, can I just live vicariously through you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>05-05-2018, 07:09:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1c/Lyre_Sly_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Maple, Dragon Heartstring, 13 in, Unbending, literally glowing<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Slytherin 3rd Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Friday, September 29th, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Bonfire, Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational, Star Gazing <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Moray Morrigan! Open</em> <br><hr><br>His mouth dropped, still smiling. So Moray Morrigan would let them sell me, but would not let me fail! What an interesting and complex woman. "I do fancy our late-night study sessions... and I do have plenty stories to tell. Hehe..."&nbsp; <br><br><strong>{Moray}</strong> "I - different flavors?" The glow from his wand revealed her blushing! Moray Morrigan, blushing! He never saw that before! And had he mentioned, she would surely hex him on the spot. He shut his trap and thought better of it. <br><br>What came next was a shocking confession, that she was half a virgin! He held back an overreaction. She seemed so confident and seductive that after all this time it came crashing to a click, making perfect sense. <br><br>THEN what came NEXT was even more shocking of a confession. The guy she blew, the guy that often came around their late night study sessions the past two years. He didn't mean to but he whispered with a scandalous tone, hissing: <em>"Nathaniel Ward! My, my, Moray-ray!"</em> Eyebrow wiggling. <br><br>"How big was he? No, nope, don't tell me. Shouldn't have asked." <br><br>He excitably asked more anyway. "His flesh not sweet enough for you? Didn't pair well with ice cream? Ah! I shouldn't be asking!"&nbsp; <br><br>"Living vicariously is no way to live," Lyre grew serious and finally stood. He held out a hand for her to take. <br>"No, I'll do you one better. How about a bet? The night's still young. Let's ssssee who gets laid firssst."<br><br>His eyes tell her to look at the bonfire party again. So many guys. So full of potential.<br><br>"Whoever loses has to do the other's homework. Winner chooses which class. And to keep us honest, <br>we'd have to get Jobberknoll feathers to brew and bottle truth serum. It's no Veritaserum but should work." <br><br>He had to laugh at the look on Moray's face! <br><br>"Just kidding. I wouldn't so lightly put you in that position. <br>It's your flower, after all..." He spread an evil smirk.<br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>05-05-2018, 07:33:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/JigRCJ0.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Moray Morrigan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999176#msg13999176)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Skinny jeans, simple t-shirt, sneakers<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood,<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 15 inch Beech, Kelpie hair core, rigid. There is a slight twist to the wand and one single groove curved along the wand. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 29th ,2017,<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Bonfire<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On a log<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Fuck-a-doodle-do territory <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> tagging: Lyre and mentioning Nate! Open<br><hr><br>She was sure she was a deep shade of red when he hissed Kate's name. Yes, Nate...can you not mention it again, ever...please." She felt her her heart in her throat as he asked how big he was. "Can't really pull a tape measure out when his cocks in my mouth." She cursed herself for the glib remark, she was not going yo live this down.<br><br>He asked about how Nate tasted with ice cream she covered the bowl shielding it around herself, "Don't talk like that around the ice cream, you'll hurt it's feelings." She frowned as he stood up offering her his hand<br><br>Taking it reluctantly she stood until he spoke about a bet. "Oh no." She sat down "The only thing I need is more ice cream, not to get laid." She tried not to blush and smile, but it wasn't working.<br><br>"Lyre, you would win that in a heart beat, if I wanted to win I'd have to work damn hard and that's not worth it." She was relieved when he said he was joking.<br><br>"Flower...geeze make me sound like a plant." She laughed slightly trying to ignore the previous comments. "I'm not sure what you found funnier my virginity or the fact I've blown Nate?" She laughed shaking her head slightly. <br><br>"Since you had a look, anyone out there take your fancy?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>05-05-2018, 08:02:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1c/Lyre_Sly_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Maple, Dragon Heartstring, 13 in, Unbending, literally glowing<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Slytherin 3rd Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Friday, September 29th, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Bonfire, Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational, Log-Sitting <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Moray Morrigan! Mention: a certain Interest! Open</em> <br><hr><br><strong>{Moray}</strong> "Can't really pull a tape measure out when his cock's in my mouth."<br><br>"Moray... <em>you're not going to live this down.</em> But hey, if you think he needs a tape measure, that's not half bad!" <br><br>He slowly sat back down on the log almost rolling it, completely astounded at what he was hearing. "But, but you're <em>Moray Morrigan! The girl that ate all the creaaam?</em> I know half the guys at this school would give their left nut for twenty, hell even ten minutes in your bed. No, five! I'm dead serious! I'm not even sure if I'd win this one. I might actually lose!" <br><br>He suddenly looked at the ground, confused. <br><br>"Which is why I'm excited to do your herbology homework. Do I actually like losing to you that much?" <br><br>Now that Moray turned the tables, shifting the conversation to his sexual taste, Lyre glanced at a guy, one in particular.<br>The first and only guy he could not help but gaze at like a mysterious star. The one he could not figure out.<br><br>His icy blue eyes lingered on the tattooed crests that glimmered in the magical firelight.<br><em>‘S Rioghal Mo Dhream... Ard Choille!</em><br><br>Lyre felt his chest tighten and looked at her, already hating that he had to tell the truth. <br>She did not have to tell him about Nate. It was only fair. He sighed, defeated, "Fuck."<br><br>He inhaled, sighed again, realizing he was stalling for time. "He wouldn't go for me anyway... <br>We used to have this little thing, I think. Until we didn't? Maybe? I don't know? Definitely not." <br><br>He groaned. She was still waiting for him to say it. The guy's name.<br><br>"Fine, fine. His name is..." He bit his lower lip. "It's Iain, okay. Iain. I need a drink."<br><br>He buried his face in his hands. "Got that bottle of Yamazaki Mizunara with you, by chance?"<br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>06-05-2018, 02:09:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/JigRCJ0.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Moray Morrigan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999176#msg13999176)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Skinny jeans, simple t-shirt, sneakers<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood,<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 15 inch Beech, Kelpie hair core, rigid. There is a slight twist to the wand and one single groove curved along the wand. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 29th ,2017,<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Bonfire<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On a log<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Star Gazing<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Perhaps Lyre might find his way down! Open<br><hr><br>Moray laughed despite herself as he called the girls that are all the creaaam. “You know that sounds <em>really</em> bad in this context.” She sighed shaking her head. “I don't think you're right about that, I feel that most straight guys want the cute and sweet Hufflepuffs.” She scowled as she folded her arms over her chest. “No one ever wants a Slytherin but another Slytherin.”<br><br>She shook her head, “As much as I'd <em>loooooove</em> for you to do my homework, I'm not going to sleep with someone to win a bet.” She laughed as looked around there weren't that many people here before<br><br>She smiled as he finally gave in telling her about the guy he had eyes on. “Go on....” She nudged him again, as he paused before saying his name. “Iain?” She repeated before looking over at him, “Are you just saying his name because you're looking at him, no fair.” She teased but judging by his reaction he was telling the truth.<br><br>“You and Iain had a little thing?” She wriggled her eyebrows at him, “We need to talk more.” She shook her head as she pulled out a flask from one of the many compartments in her bag handing it to him, “Don't say I never give you anything.” She looked at him, “Iain is hot, but then again so are you, shouldn't two hotties have some fun?” She grinned trying to push her mind away from Nate, she liked him, but there was this fear in the back of her mind, she'd end up like her parents and be trapped in a loveless marriage for the rest of her life. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>06-05-2018, 03:05:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/t7cIx7d.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Darcy Fredricksen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14003815#msg14003815)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Jeans, t-shirt, sweater<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 16inch Hazel, Dragon Heart string, swishy <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 29th, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Heading down to the lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Chatting<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Bumping into Adam<br><hr> <br><br>The first few weeks had been interesting for Darcy, she had met some interesting people and even made a connection with Jaxon Smith, he was a cute funny guy, certainly interesting, she just hoped his information would be fruitful. She strode down the steps towards the lake, people were meandering down towards the bonfire. <br><br>She wore jeans, t-shirt and sweater, it was simple but the night was going to get cold fast. She didn't realise the lace of her sneaker was untied until she took a step down. Darcy felt herself falling down the few steps, she could see the steps rising up to meet her. She braced herself for the inevitable pain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>06-05-2018, 03:47:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1c/Lyre_Sly_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Maple, Dragon Heartstring, 13 in, Unbending, literally glowing<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Slytherin 3rd Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Friday, September 29th, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Bonfire, Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational, Log-Sitting <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Moray Morrigan! Mention: Iain McGregor! Xerxes Taylor! Open</em> <br><hr><br><strong>{Moray}</strong> "Shouldn't two hotties have some fun?"<br><br>Lyre chuckled wryly taking a swig from the flask, "That's exactly what I said! But Iain? Nah. He's a good boy next door, the little noble uppity Gryffindor that he is. His legs, as bloody hot as they are, are as locked clasped together as ... yours." He winked teasing. "You and Iain got legs for days. Now I don't mind Xerxes, he is pretty cute. Maybe a virgin?" <br><br>He put up his hands in feigned defense, laughing, "Nothing against virgins! Iain just seems a man who knows what he's doing, eh? Knows what he likes, knows how to fool around, and when the moment is nigh, hiss! <em>He ssstrikesss! He ssscoresss!</em> That's a guy I'd marry. In a heartbeat. But you know ... you said it all yourself. <em>'No one ever wants a Slytherin but another Slytherin.'</em> Iain didn't know if he wanted me. So nothing happened. I scared him off. Or maybe he just hates me." <br><br>"But ... for a moment ... there was a sharp glint in his eyes. Oh man. There was a fire in them, all right. Too bad it died."<br><br>He glanced at the bonfire party and at the occasionally bubbling lake. "You're not gonna sit out here all night, are ya? Come onnn now. At least ... " Lyre suddenly grew still, another dangerous idea quickly forming in his head. "Say, would you be a sneaky sweetie and talk to Iain? Find out what he thinks of me, hmm?" <br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>06-05-2018, 04:10:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/JigRCJ0.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Moray Morrigan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999176#msg13999176)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Skinny jeans, simple t-shirt, sneakers<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood,<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 15 inch Beech, Kelpie hair core, rigid. There is a slight twist to the wand and one single groove curved along the wand. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 29th ,2017,<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Bonfire<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On a log<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Star Gazing<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lyre then heading to talk to Iain for serious talk!!<br><hr><br>"My legs are locked tight, becuase...well...I'm picky." She chickened ouy saying what she was going to. "Xerxes is cute, I imagine with the right guidence he could be the perfect Slytherin." She smiled but back to Iain.<br><br>Moray looked at Lyre as he spoke about Iain, she wondered how she didn't know about this, he was really worked up over him. She frowned, reaching out she touched his hand softly, not saying anything to break his train of thought but to let him know she was still there.<br><br>Moray frowned as he asked her to go over there "Sure you don't want me to write him a note 'do you like Lyre? Yes...No'" She put on a child's voice before standing. "You might not like me talking to him, you know how direct I am." She smiled as she turned toward Lyre running a hand through his hair. "But I will soften the approach a little if you'd like."<br><br>Pulling back she headed over to Iain, moving beside him she smiled. "Hey. So this party I'd a bit shit right now. Have you seen much of Rosie recently, she's always a little too busy to hang out." She pouted slightly as she looked back at Lyre for a second. "Baby Wards seems to have taken her time over."<br><br>"Alright small talk over, so... I gotta know, what's the deal with you and Lyre, he's like besotted with you and he talking about how there was fire in your eyes and now it's gone." She frowned turning towards him. "So I'll ask you this one question, what do you think of him?" She put on her most serious face as she waiting for his response.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>06-05-2018, 05:06:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1c/Lyre_Sly_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118339#msg14118339)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Maple, Dragon Heartstring, 13 in, Unbending, literally glowing<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Slytherin 3rd Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Friday, September 29th, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Bonfire, Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational, Log-Sitting <br><strong>THEME:</strong> Lyre's message (https://youtu.be/MXUHU6nQJjs)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Finley Clark <em>Mention: Moray Morrigan! Iain McGregor! Open</em> <br><hr><br>The mischievous way Moray left made him a bit nervous, but either way he would get Iain's attention, just as planned. It was also good to get her away from her solitude. So two birds with one bird, hell it made sense at the time. Lyre placed the telescope into her bag, secured it, slung over his shoulder, and headed back to the party.<br><br>He didn't want to make it look like he sent Moray over to recon Iain's feelings. <br><br>That'd look desperate. Which it is. <br><br>Walking playfully to the song in his head like a snake, he grabbed another unmarked drink and drank. Butter-beer.<br><br>Taking notice of yet another loner, goddammit this party was dead, his icy blue eyes flared with annoyance but simmered.<br>Hmm. This could be useful. This Ravenclaw boy smoking his cigarette seemed riddled with weaknesses he'd report to Father.<br>What was it that they always said? A wise man learned from everyone? Finley Clark, first year, you are mine.<br><br>"Pardon me," Lyre nudged into Finley. "Didn't see you there. Oh!" He pretended to notice the cigarette. "Can I bum one?"<br><br>He sighed, pleasurably. His eyes smoldered in the firelight. Fixated and intense, as if to daring him. Go ahead, kid. Say no to me. <br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>06-05-2018, 14:25:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/70/FinleyRav5.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same as picture, with jeans and black Converse <br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Fir | Dragon | 12 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 29 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake Bonfire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Who doesn't like a bonfire? <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Breaking Benjamin - Psycho (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Y_a0PWlBr8)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lyre<br><hr><br>He was a few puffs into his smoke by the time a few more people had started to drift into the party. If that’s what it could be called. Then again, he supposed, there was plenty of night time left. Perhaps the plan was that the party would kick off after night officially fell. Either way, Finley wasn’t too bothered. It was a Friday evening - what else was he about to do; Study?! Certainly not. <br><br>Besides, a bonfire felt like a necessary distraction from how sexually frustrated he had been all month long. <br><br>When an older fellow whose name had escaped Finley, looked at him as if he were annoyed by his very existence, the smoker furrowed his brows and scoffed, then turned to look elsewhere. What was his name? Ian? Lain? Something like that. Sod it. <br><br>After a few more puffs, someone had started to approach him, his presence being felt sooner than it was seen, since Finley had been exhaling a rather long plume of smoke with a tilt of his head. He turned in time to see the (just barely) taller guy a second before he nudged into him. Finley had his heels planted on the ground, so he barely teetered. <br><br>At least he knew how to speak politely, Finley thought as Lyre asked to bum a smoke. “You can. But since I’m doing you a favor, shouldn’t you offer to do one for me?” He questioned back with a perk of a brow. Maybe others were intimidated by guys two inches taller than them - not Finley. Even though there seemed to be plenty of reasons to be intimidated by someone of his stature, Finley was too much a hothead to ever back down from someone.<br><br>Was this about to become a fight, a pissing contest, or the beginning of a most beneficial ‘friendship?’ Time would tell. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>06-05-2018, 16:08:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1c/Lyre_Sly_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118339#msg14118339)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Maple, Dragon Heartstring, 13 in, Unbending, literally glowing<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Slytherin 3rd Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Friday, September 29th, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Bonfire, Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational. Favors?<br><strong>THEME:</strong> Mafia scion (https://youtu.be/oOwU-nTokFU)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Finley Clark! Open Mention: Moray Morrigan! Iain McGregor! Xerxes Taylor!</em> <br><hr><br>"Tut, tut," Lyre Savage said with an underlying gloom, his hypnotic eyes unblinking and ensnaring. They were eerily calm as if disappointed but then twinkled with mirth. So quick on the defensive. His hand went to rub his scruffy chin. "Can't decide that a cigarette's a favor, Clark. World doesn't work that way. Nice try. It seems more like from this side you're the one who needs a favor. Standing here all on your lonesome." He chuckles slowly, almost to taunt. <br><br>His eyes flicked to the magical bonfire, deciding that Finley was exactly as cute as Xerxes Taylor but nowhere close to Iain McGregor's league. Mouth closed, he licked his teeth knowing Moray Morrigan would have won that cigarette by now, the fearsomely smooth talker that she is. He returned his burning gaze to his target. "I might be able to provide, depending on what that favor is. And if ... it is consequential? Then I'll decide the equivalent. That is, if you can pay the price. Let me clue you in, it ain't no damn cigarette. Now, let's start over, little eaglet."<br><br>Lyre leaned in with a smile. "Finley Clark, can I bum a cigarette? Or ... not?"<br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>06-05-2018, 18:14:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Iain_Gryff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Iain McGregor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14003054#msg14003054)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Hoodie and pair of jeans (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6e/64/74/6e6474f2ffe1ead0bd02b6ae04c356df.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 12-inch cypress with a hippogriff feather core<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 29th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake Bonfire <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Moray (noticing Lyre)<br><hr><br>Iain was about ready to join some Gryffindor friends for some wholesome rabble-rousing when he was approached out of nowhere by Moray Morrigan. He’d had interactions with Moray. She wasn’t a sleezy, sneaky Slytherin like some. The two were in the third year together so were in the same classes. “Ro…” Before Iain could even really participate in small talk, Moray was on to her real question.<br><br>The Scotsman wondered why the Slytherin minx approached him for conversation. “Moray, you’ve got about as much tact as a goblin hoarding his gold.”<br><br>Iain looked over to Lyre. There was no mistake – Lyre was the kind of hot that got the blood boiling. There was also a darkness that inexplicably pulled Iain towards the Slytherin. <br><br>“What’s it to you?” Ian asked Moray while tearing his glance away from Lyre.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>06-05-2018, 18:33:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b4/Xerxes_Sly_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Xerxes Taylor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999400#msg13999400)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Cardigan, shirt, jeans and glasses (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/cf/c8/2b/cfc82bb49a5d3b7f74ba6182c26bb0fc.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggle born<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Walnut with Veela hair core, 10 inches, pliable<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 1st year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 29th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake Bonfire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open - noticing Lyre, Moray, Finley and Iain<br><hr><br>The first month went back much faster than Xerxes imagined it ever could have. Being relatively new to the wizarding world, Xerxes had so much more to learn that most first years. Sure, he had to learn spells and such – but he didn’t even have an understanding of some of the basic magic used regularly in homes. Even the idea of owl mail flipped Xerxes’ mind and caused him to read the history of owls and the delivery service. He was finally kicked out of the library with the book in hand.<br><br>Xerxes had found many friendly and helpful students. He also found some he would rather avoid. Being Muggle born, he discovered an underlying prejudice that he’d never before faced. The young Slytherin found a particular kindness in Moray who helped him immensely.<br><br>He also found that many of the traits of houses were exaggerated. Yes, there were some generalizations, but by and large people were individuals. There were students friendly and unkind in all houses.<br><br>The first party of the year, a student hosted bonfire seemed like a fun time. Xerxes was definitely a book nerd, but also knew how to have a good time. By the time he arrived, there were already a number of students hanging around. He recognized some Slytherins – Moray and Lyre. There were other houses as well – Gryffindor and Ravenclaw – assembled. He wondered what life would have been like in one of them. Likely much of the same…perhaps more light in the common rooms?<br><br>Before joining anyone, Xerxes grabbed a butterbeer and took a swig.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>06-05-2018, 19:59:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/JigRCJ0.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Moray Morrigan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999176#msg13999176)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Skinny jeans, simple t-shirt, sneakers<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood,<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 15 inch Beech, Kelpie hair core, rigid. There is a slight twist to the wand and one single groove curved along the wand. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 29th ,2017,<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Bonfire<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On a log<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Star Gazing<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lyre then heading to talk to Iain for serious talk!!<br><hr><br>Moray smiled as he Iain comment she had no tact, "Tact is for people who can't get away with being tactless." She smiled as she fiddled with the end of her hair. "Besides I'm attractive I can get away with anything." She grinned, suddenly realising she didn't have a drink to keep her hands busy.<br><br>She looked around noting Lyre was now hanging out with a first year, she spotted Xerxes, she gave him a smile before looking at Iain as he asked what it was to her. <br><br>"Well, Lyre is my best friend, I love him and I never want to see him upset and apparently this thing between you two has upset him. So, tell me how you feel don't tell me I don't care, just strap on your big boy balls and and let him know." She stretched slightly.<br><br>"I wonder if Rosie's gonna be here." She looked around hoping her friend might show up, at this point she'd take Nate but she knew Lyre would say something judging by the revelations earlier. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>07-05-2018, 00:58:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Iain_Gryff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Iain McGregor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14003054#msg14003054)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Hoodie and pair of jeans (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6e/64/74/6e6474f2ffe1ead0bd02b6ae04c356df.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 12-inch cypress with a hippogriff feather core<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 29th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake Bonfire <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Moray (noticing Lyre and Finley and Rosalyn)<br><hr><br>Iain just shook his head at Moray’s retort about tact. If anyone had balls, it was Moray. “If Lyre is so concerned about where we stand, I haven’t been invisible.” He shrugged. “Besides, I don’t know where we’re at. Things just happened.” Iain now had to forcibly hold his neck in place with his mind so it didn’t turn his gaze back to Lyre. “He’s a big boy, I wouldn’t worry about him so much.” Iain added.<br><br>Changing the subject was a good thing. “Yes, of course she’ll be here.” Iain scanned the crowd for any Wardes or his fellow Gryffindor. “She’s likely just fashionably late.”<br><br>Changing focus was even better. “But what about you, Moray.” He pointed up and down her body. “Whose heart are you currently breaking? I heard a rumor.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>07-05-2018, 01:35:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/JigRCJ0.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Moray Morrigan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999176#msg13999176)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Skinny jeans, simple t-shirt, sneakers<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood,<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 15 inch Beech, Kelpie hair core, rigid. There is a slight twist to the wand and one single groove curved along the wand. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 29th ,2017,<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Bonfire<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On a log<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Star Gazing<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lyre then heading to talk to Iain for serious talk!!<br><hr><br>Moray smiled as spoke about Lyre it's true, he hadn't been invisible. “You're right, you haven't been invisible and until about 20 minutes ago I had no idea about you and him. If it helps I'll go talk to him, make sure he acts less of a pussy.” She sighed looked over at him, leaving the topic to end. <br><br>Turning back to Rosie she smiled, “I'm sure she'll be late and looking gorgeous as usual.” She smiled, “Since you're in the same house, be honest does Rosie ever wake up looking terrible? Give a mortal a hand.” She smiled pushing a stray lock of hair from her eyes.<br><br>She raised an eyebrow as he asked about her, “Ooooh a rumour? I love rumours, whose heart am I breaking?” She asked she pulled her wand out levitating a drink over to her, she took a sip, glad it wasn't pumpkin again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>07-05-2018, 02:10:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Iain_Gryff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Iain McGregor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14003054#msg14003054)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Hoodie and pair of jeans (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6e/64/74/6e6474f2ffe1ead0bd02b6ae04c356df.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 12-inch cypress with a hippogriff feather core<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 29th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake Bonfire <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Moray (noticing Lyre and Finley and Rosalyn)<br><hr><br>Iain laughed out loud this time. "Moray, thanks for the offer, but I don't think you need to talk to him. He can brood with his new Ravenclaw toy." Iain grinned. Lyre was at times quite intense which certainly interested Iain, but the young Gryffindor had a hard time being serious. Life was meant to be fun and school was the time to experience all you could experience. Iain could see doing that with Lyre...most of the time.<br><br>"I'm convinced Rosalyn Lamoureux was birthed into this world fully clothed, makeup perfect, and a glowing smile on her face. Once outside she turned to everyone, thanked them for being born and then served high tea." Iain could have gone on. His Gryffindor friend was an old soul that made life a little better for those around her. Underneath it all, Rosalyn wasn't as stuffy as she portrayed...but everyone had their secrets.<br><br>"I could start a rumor. Let's see...how about that kid over there." Iain pointed to Xerxes. "He's a Slytherin, isn't he?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>07-05-2018, 02:33:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/JigRCJ0.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Moray Morrigan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999176#msg13999176)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Skinny jeans, simple t-shirt, sneakers<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood,<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 15 inch Beech, Kelpie hair core, rigid. There is a slight twist to the wand and one single groove curved along the wand. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 29th ,2017,<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Bonfire<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On a log<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Star Gazing<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Iain <br><hr><br>Moray nodded as he said that he didn't want her talking to him. “Good, I don't really want to be cupid anymore.” She sighed shaking her head, “Sometimes I wonder if Lyre would be happier if he just had a harem.” She giggled shaking her head slightly.<br><br>He talk about Rosie made her laugh, “Now I could certainly see that, I'll just have to accept that some of us are born beautiful and some of us have to wear a ton of makeup.” She pouted slightly, she wasn't remotely jealous of Rosalyn, she was gorgeous but she was also kind and intelligent.<br><br>Talk moved over to Xerxes, “I thought you had heard the one about me, not going to make one.” She sighed shaking her head slightly. “Xerxes? He's a sweet guy a little too green for me.” She smiled slightly, “I'm not really into guys who aren't already corrupted.” She was sure he wasn't aware that despite her words she was a virgin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>07-05-2018, 13:49:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e5/Orion_Rav_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Orion Reed<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Half<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Alder, Dragon Heartstring, 10 in, Whippy<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Ravenclaw 1st Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Friday, September 29th, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake, Bonfire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> A Magical Night, Conversational<br><strong>THEME:</strong> Orion's Orison (https://youtu.be/KnLNG0WnGsI)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Open! Mention: Lyre Savage, Finley Clark, Scylla Cromwell, Xual Cromwell, Aaric Balor</em> <br><hr><br>The bonfire and the Black Lake may be the centerpiece, but Orion Reed's attention was occupied with none other than the wide array of beautiful students that turned up for Aaric Balor's event. The September of 2017 at Hogwarts would soon be officially over. That was the unspoken thought on everyone's lips. After all the jittery reservations in classrooms, dorm rooms, and hallways, now was the time as any to get closer. He drank liquid courage, making a little sour face at the note of black licorice and cinnamon. Ack, god. That was pungent. He looked among their faces: some brave, some vulnerable, some cocky, some irreverent, and some in need of validation. <br><br>He wondered if Scylla Cromwell would show up; he did plant a seed the second day in the Ravenclaw Common Room but wasn't so sure she'd come. Was her brother Xual here? He did not find one of them yet. He found it strange that the chatter can be serene and yet clashing chaotic. Orion tugged at his tie, smoothed out his plaid dark suit, and pursed his lips. <br><br>Orion found Finley though by a large creepy tree! He gulped, flashbacking to the way Finley's hand felt on his shoulder at Quidditch try-outs last week. Finley had always looked cute, very attractive in and out of clothes but tonight, he was dressed up for the occasion smoking a cigarette and chatting it up with a chary-looking Slytherin guy. Was he being given trouble? Orion wasn't able to tell. He took another unmarked drink and downed that too (ooh black cherry, were these drinks made with Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans?) before he was slow in the approach to them, waving gingerly. If his emotions were a perfect storm, then Finley's warm demeanor was a sure anchor to the calm eye of it. <br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>07-05-2018, 17:11:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Iain_Gryff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Iain McGregor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14003054#msg14003054)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Hoodie and pair of jeans (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6e/64/74/6e6474f2ffe1ead0bd02b6ae04c356df.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 12-inch cypress with a hippogriff feather core<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 29th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake Bonfire <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Moray (noticing Lyre and Finley and Rosalyn)<br><hr><br>Iain raised an eyebrow and nearly snorted. "Oh come on now, Moray. would you really pass up a chance to corrupt an innocent little first year? It might gain you some House points." Iain shot a glance back over to Lyre who seemed to be having a good time.<br><br>His glance then shifted to Xerxes. Gryffindor's upper year students rarely interacted with first years from other Houses. They certainly interacted with first year Gryffindors, but often there was some possessiveness over the newbies and Houses tended to protect them. Iain knew very little about the first year Slytherin. Hopefully the kid would survive the dungeon.<br><br>"Well Moray, you are drinkless and I'm going to solve that." Iain grabbed Moray's arm and linked it in his own. The Gryffindor escorted the Slytherin over to the drink table to find something fun.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>08-05-2018, 01:18:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/JigRCJ0.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Moray Morrigan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999176#msg13999176)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Skinny jeans, simple t-shirt, sneakers<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood,<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 15 inch Beech, Kelpie hair core, rigid. There is a slight twist to the wand and one single groove curved along the wand. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 29th ,2017,<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Bonfire<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On a log<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Star Gazing<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Iain <br><hr><br>Moray smiled, “I might say the same to you, but no, first years are not my thing.” She rolled her eyes, “I didn't realise we got house points for corrupting the new students.” She shook her head laughing slightly as she looked over at Xerxes, she felt a little guilty not checking up on him after the first night.<br><br>Iain grabbed her arm escorting her over to the drink table. “You know Lyre has my whiskey right now.” She protested as they arrived at the bar, “I'm almost certain that neither of us is going to take advantage of the other, or I might be questioning your motives for giving me a drink.” She picked up a bottle of something unlabeled, it was dark coloured so hopefully, it wasn't pumpkin juice again.<br><br>“Now, tell me are you playing Quidditch again this year?” She asked, pushing a lock of hair from her eyes. “Can you believe how stupid they all were?” She sighed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>08-05-2018, 02:06:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/70/FinleyRav5.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same as picture, with jeans and black Converse <br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Fir | Dragon | 12 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 29 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake Bonfire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Who doesn't like a bonfire? <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Breaking Benjamin - Psycho (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Y_a0PWlBr8)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lyre | Orion <br><hr><br>The sideways stare that Finley exhibited to Lyre was one that clearly meant to size the older lad up. Even as the Slytherin explained that the one in need of a favor was actually him, Finley’s eyes seemed to narrow as he took another steady drag. It took a bit of restraint not to blow the smoke in Lyre’s face with the way he insinuated that chatting with the ‘lonely’ First year was actually doing Finley a favor. Instead, he held back the urge and turned his head to the side, exhaling the stream of smoke away from them both. <br><br>When he turned to regard Lyre again, it was with a cocked brow. He carried on talking as if he had some sort of authority over Finley simply because he was the older student. Finally, he leaned a bit closer, to the point where Finley could’ve easily raised a pin and deflated that puffed out chest of his. Someone needed to, at some point. “You’d be singing a different tune if you were being interrogated by the police for hours and hours. I bet then you’d do just about anything for a puff.” Finley smirked subtly, but noticeably. Apparently that image had pleased him.<br><br>“Even if I needed a favor, I wouldn’t be holdin’ my hand out like a charity case.” Finley shifted where he stood, turning so that he had faced the older lad, while his free hand reached into his pocket. “But collectin’ them is a different story.” He murmured, dropping his voice a bit lower. His hand retracted and procured his vintage case, which he spun in his fingers and opened with a simple push of his thumb. Setting the filtered end against his lips, as if to perch it there for a moment, Finley pulled a hand rolled cigarette out and offered it to Lyre. <br><br>Sucking in a drag as he replaced the case where it belonged, Finley pulled the cigarette away after sharply inhaling. When he next spoke, the smoke seeped out of his mouth with each word, a few wisps rolling from his nostrils. “You can bum a cigarette, Lyre Savage. Just don’t go round sayin’ I never did you any favors. And remember that if I ever come to you in need of one.” <br><br>On that note, and perhaps just in the nick of time, Orion appeared with a friendly wave. Finley’s face instantly lit and his posture promptly relaxed. “Hey Orion!” He waved and did the simple shortcut sign they had worked out for his name. Though probably overdressed for a bonfire, Finley had to admit that Orion could definitely pull off a suit. When he drew nearer, Finley gestured to the suit, then continued to sign. “You pull that off really well.” <br><br>Another puff of his smoke and exhale later, he nodded at his dorm mate, unintentionally looking him up and down. With a winning grin on his face, he flashed his hands quickly to sign another sentiment. “I can’t decide what I like better. Athletic or formal wear.” The memory of Orion in that nearly skin tight outfit at Quidditch tryouts filled him with heat not unlike that which emanated from the fire.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>08-05-2018, 05:14:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1c/Lyre_Sly_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118339#msg14118339)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Maple, Dragon Heartstring, 13 in, Unbending, literally glowing<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Slytherin 3rd Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Friday, September 29th, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Bonfire, Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational. Favors?<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Finley Clark! Orion Reed! Mention: Moray Morrigan! Iain McGregor!</em> <br><hr><br>"Keep it," Lyre sneered and tucked it back on Finley's ear. "I don't smoke. Nasty habit, really."<br><br>"If your father can hold me, that is," he hummed lowly. "Cigarettes don't bail you out of interrogation rooms. Real favors do. Even hit wizards know better than anybody the limits of the Department's reach. Daniel Clark. Interesting wizard, rather. " <br><br>Lyre winked, daring to imply that Daniel Clark was not all that clean. <br><br>"Not something a proud man can hold out his hand for. But when the day comes, he'll be holding out two. Real favors are the hardest to collect. Are you sure --"<br><br>Orion, another Ravenclaw first year had come, a fool in a suit, bright and ugly doe eyes a-shining with morals. Zero magical family connections in England, how dreadfully useless, and what's with that saccharine smile? He looked like the kind of sorry sap that would star in a Romeo-and-Juliet play. Lyre gagged surprised at his revulsed impulse, "Excuse me. I do believe I've spent too much time dilly-dallying here. Hey Moray!" <br><br>Lyre sauntered off to the drink table where Morrigan was clearly with McGregor, handing her backpack with the telescope and flask back. He grabbed a foamy one and drank, delighted at the fizz of strawberry. He choked, looking at Iain. <br><br>"You still go to this school!?" Lyre tried poorly not to let his smirk show.<br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>08-05-2018, 06:34:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e5/Orion_Rav_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Orion Reed<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Half<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Alder, Dragon Heartstring, 10 in, Whippy<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Ravenclaw 1st Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Friday, September 29th, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake, Bonfire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> A Magical Night, Conversational<br><strong>THEME:</strong> Orion's Orison (https://youtu.be/KnLNG0WnGsI)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open <em>Lyre Savage! Finley Clark!</em> <br><hr><br>Finley had signed his name-sign, which was a hand formed in the shaped of an O, and commended him on working a suit <em>really well</em>. This man was sweet, and knew just how to turn him on. <br><br>The smoke, though, made him want to use a bubble head charm.<br><br>Lyre Savage on the other hand looked at him as if he was a toddler with mud all over his face and sauntered off. What was his problem! His attention returned to Finley whose name sign was a hand waving all fingers upward, like a burning flame. <em>You ok, Finn?</em><br><em>He seemed quite dodgy.</em> Orion shyly drew closer to his side. <em>I'll hex that snake for you if you want, mate. A Tickling Charm. <br><br>He'd be sorry!</em><br><br>Losing balance, he leaned into Finley. <em>Oof. I'm smashed already?</em><br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>08-05-2018, 14:36:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Iain_Gryff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Iain McGregor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14003054#msg14003054)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Hoodie and pair of jeans (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6e/64/74/6e6474f2ffe1ead0bd02b6ae04c356df.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 12-inch cypress with a hippogriff feather core<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 29th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake Bonfire <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Moray &amp; Lyre<br><hr><br>Iain shrugged. "I though Slytherin got extra House points for corruption." It was a bite, but not necessarily one Slytherin would find offensive. He then chuckled. "While you are a stunning temptress, Moray, I think there's someone else out there for you. Drink away."<br><br>The change of subject was refreshing. Quidditch was a bit of a cult at Hogwarts. "I wouldn't miss Quidditch for the world. Besides, we have to defend the cup." <br><br>Before Iain could continue on, they were interrupted by Lyre. He almost rolled his eyes as the attempt at humor. "Oh, come on Lyre. I've seen you check me out. If your eyes were lasers my ass would have burn holes." Two could play that game.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>08-05-2018, 15:34:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/JigRCJ0.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Moray Morrigan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999176#msg13999176)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Skinny jeans, simple t-shirt, sneakers<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood,<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 15 inch Beech, Kelpie hair core, rigid. There is a slight twist to the wand and one single groove curved along the wand. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 29th ,2017,<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Bonfire<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On a log<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Star Gazing<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Iain <br><hr><br>Moray smirked at Iain as he suggested her house got point for corruption. "That only happens when it's someone from another house, if I went after a new Bumblebee or one of your grfflings then that would be fine, my own house, no, we must learn the art of corruption ourselves." She nodded utterly bullshitting, the truth was Xerxes was a nice guy and she wanted him to stay that way as long as possible. <br><br>"Just one out there for me? Now that is a shame." She sighed shaking her head with a laugh. She sipped her drink still annoyed that Lyre had her bag. <br><br>Quidditch tall was a relaxing change. "Well you need to be careful, we'll beat you this year." She grinned, "I might have gotten my uncle to donate some brooms to the cause." She grinned the Moray family was renown for their brooms. <br><br>Lyre came back making a show of not realising Iain was there, she rolled her eyes. "Thank you for bringing my flask back." She pulled it back taking a mouthful before offering it to both the guys. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>08-05-2018, 17:22:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1c/Lyre_Sly_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118339#msg14118339)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Maple, Dragon Heartstring, 13 in, Unbending, literally glowing<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Slytherin 3rd Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Friday, September 29th, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Bonfire, Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational. Change of pace.<br><strong>THEME:</strong> Lyre feels good (https://youtu.be/4k4SP01l6rY)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Moray Morrigan! Iain McGregor!</em> <br><hr><br>Lyre's mouth opened softly and closed. Icy blue stared into green. If only they were lasers. If only. Sarcastic thanks from Moray was reminder enough. He remembered her joke earlier at the log about how childish he had been. Yes, no? His jaws set, quietly seething. Childish, indeed? More like emotionally exhausted with chasing mirages. If Iain knew he was checking him out, and did nothing, then that was the end to it. Maybe Lyre Savage did go about this wrong. <br><br>Wordlessly, he took the flask with a mind to drink it all, but faltered before it ever met his lips. Not really thirsty, he gave it back to his best friend, looking at her annoyed eyes once before averting with a cringe. Yup, he was the problem. Relying on her a tad too much, was he? Yuck, what was he doing? Lyre grew amused, grateful in an instant for her honesty. She reminded him of his sister Vega, and Vega would tell him to let it go, seriously. <br><br>If anything, he had to thank Iain. If it wasn't for him making Lyre search his feelings, he wouldn't have realized he was ready for a relationship. Someone out there will want him back, eventually. It didn't have to be now. Didn't have to be tonight. Lyre grinned apologetically towards Moray and Iain, tired with his own foolish behavior tonight. <br><br>All they came here to do was party, just like everyone else. <br><br>"Anybody got weed??" Lyre shouts for everyone to hear, causing some cheers. "Hit me up!"<br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>09-05-2018, 03:59:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Iain_Gryff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Iain McGregor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14003054#msg14003054)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Hoodie and pair of jeans (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6e/64/74/6e6474f2ffe1ead0bd02b6ae04c356df.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 12-inch cypress with a hippogriff feather core<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 29th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake Bonfire <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Moray &amp; Lyre<br><hr><br>To be stuck with a couple of Slytherins could have been worse than Moray and Lyre. Moray was funny, a flirt, but not hideously dark. Lyre definitely had a deeply hidden dark streak. It proved quixotic for the straight shooting Gryffindor. How could a person be so open and so closed at the same time? It wasn't natural! But there was so much more to Lyre that intrigued Iain. In fact, Iain couldn't exactly remember their falling out...not that he would admit that to anyone.<br><br>"Weed, Lyre?" Iain sighed with a half smile and a shake of the head. Iain took another swig of his drink waiting to see if anyone would offer some.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>09-05-2018, 04:46:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/70/FinleyRav5.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same as picture, with jeans and black Converse <br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Fir | Dragon | 12 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 29 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake Bonfire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Who doesn't like a bonfire? <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Breaking Benjamin - Psycho (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Y_a0PWlBr8)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lyre | Orion <br><hr><br>Finley wasn’t commonly confused, but Lyre seemed to make it his mission to drive the first year to the brink in sanity. After making all that fuss about bumming a smoke, once one was offered, he refuted, claiming it as a bad habit - one he didn’t partake in at that. <br><br>His brows both furrowed and raised when Lyre tucked the end of it against his ear. “What are you on about?!” It wasn’t a shout, but it was close to one, the frustration starting to strike at his vocal chords. <br><br>Apparently he wasn’t finished with his attempt to make Finley go daft. Out of nowhere, he brought up Finley’s father, whose name he intentionally revealed. How many of his peers knew his father’s name and connections? That wasn’t the part that bothered him though. What did, was the insinuation that Daniel Clark was in any way questionable. <br><br>“Oy,” he started warning Lyre with a hand that pointed toward the older lad’s chest. But whatever final comment he had made was almost entirely muted after Orion approached them. Lyre wisely removed himself from the conversation and as he walked off, Finley muttered under his breath - not signing for Orion because his hands were too busy replacing the cigarette in its antique home. “Well done. Good on ya for walking away. Tosser.” <br><br>After another few puffs taken in rapid succession, Finley flicked the cigarette and spoke one of the first spells they were taught in Transfiguation class: “Evanesco.” The end of it had flown through the air, only to vanish all at once. If not for the anger bubbling inside of him, he’d have appreciated that successful spell a bit more.<br><br>He turned back to face Orion, who started signing as he approached, nearing his side. Finley had to admit, he rather liked seeing Orion there - beside him. He smirked at first, taking a moment to shake his head, before raising his hands to sign back. “He was on about some tosh or another. He’s a right nutter, he is.” <br><br>Still, the idea of a tickling charm was pretty appealing. Orion leaned against Finley then, who thought his dorm mate had fallen or tripped. Reflexively, his arms raised up and caught him, though it caused him to essentially hug Orion even closer. After a moment, he realized this and tried to backpedal. <br><br>“Uh, sorry.” Letting go of Orion, he waited until he was in his dorm mate's sights to sign the apology. “You’re not completely sloshed, are you?” He carried on signing, then reached into his back pocket for a stick of gum, offering one to Orion before taking one for himself. After unwrapping it, he folded it neatly and stuck it atop his tongue, slowly cleaning his mouth and freshening his breath after partaking in his nicotine fix. “I s’pose I could use a tad to drink, meself.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>09-05-2018, 05:21:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1c/Lyre_Sly_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118339#msg14118339)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Maple, Dragon Heartstring, 13 in, Unbending, literally glowing<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Slytherin 3rd Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Friday, September 29th, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Bonfire, Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational. Change of pace.<br><strong>THEME:</strong> Lyre feels good (https://youtu.be/4k4SP01l6rY)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Moray Morrigan! Iain McGregor!</em> <br><hr><br>"I <em>really</em> adore weed," Lyre said with a slight shrug. He looked at Moray and Iain. "I would say that's a wonderful birthday gift idea, but my birthday's August 26. Sayy, Iain, your birthday was a little over a week ago. How does it feel, being twenty now? That's not too late. Maybe I should get you a little something-something, hmph... I can take you out to dinner." <br><br>Why not? He already expected Iain to decline. His face searched the crowd but no one had any weed. If they had, they probably wouldn't have approached a Savage anyway. Sod it. He would have to get his hands on some, one way or another. "I wanna take you out to dinner too, Moray." He faux-slugged her shoulder. May just give up the gay life for her.&nbsp; <br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>09-05-2018, 05:46:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e5/Orion_Rav_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Orion Reed<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Half<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Alder, Dragon Heartstring, 10 in, Whippy<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Ravenclaw 1st Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Friday, September 29th, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake, Bonfire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> A Magical Night, Conversational<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open <em>Finley Clark!</em> <br><hr><br>The embrace was everything, and Orion could laugh at his friend's apology for it. Smiling, blushing, he gladly took and chewed the gum, imagining how it tasted on Finley's wet tongue. <em>Wait.</em> Orion had to say. <em>You don't have to be sorry. I'm okay with hugging, I like hugs! I hugged guys before, it's no biggie. So if you ever were to randomly, ya know... hug me one day, I won't complain. At all.</em><br><br>And hopefully, Finn, he'd let me hug him back some days. Orion gave this some thought. Finley hugged me. That was some level of comfort there between us, wasn't it? <em>Nah, I'm not nearly drunk, not yet. Pulling your leg. I lost my balance there. Soggy ground, that!</em> He walked quietly with Finn to the drink table. How he longed to drag Finley into the Forbidden Forest and snog! <br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>09-05-2018, 16:59:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/JigRCJ0.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Moray Morrigan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999176#msg13999176)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Skinny jeans, simple t-shirt, sneakers<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood,<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 15 inch Beech, Kelpie hair core, rigid. There is a slight twist to the wand and one single groove curved along the wand. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 29th ,2017,<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Bonfire<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On a log<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Star Gazing<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Iain, Lyre<br><hr><br>Moray looked at Lyre as took the flask before not taking a drink, she took the flask herself taking a large drink. She heard him call for weed she shook her head, “Really? You never just ask, just wait, I'm sure Nate or Jaxon has some, they can usually find anything in this place.”<br><br>She put her flask away, enjoying the lemonade she had. “You want to take me out to dinner, take me out on my birthday. I'm born on one of the worst days of the year, everyone is either hung over, or they think they are just celebrating New Years.” She pouted at him.<br><br>“Anyway, I'm going to be incredibly anti-social, I have a date with a planet.” She turned away from the guys heading back to the log as she pulled her telescope out, hoping to find Uranus while it was still clear. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>09-05-2018, 17:13:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/70/FinleyRav5.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same as picture, with jeans and black Converse <br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Fir | Dragon | 12 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 29 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake Bonfire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Who doesn't like a bonfire? <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Breaking Benjamin - Psycho (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Y_a0PWlBr8)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Orion <br><hr><br>Being the astute observer that he was, though highly deterred from the closeness of Orion, Finley just barely happened to notice the flush that swept over his dorm mate’s cheeks. It was nearly masked by the way that he dipped his head down to take a stick of gum, but Finley was sure he had noticed it. The question was what had made him blush - perhaps the simple fact that he had stumbled at all?<br><br>When he spoke with his hands, informing Finley that he was comfortable with hugging, granting Finley permission to do so if he felt like it randomly, Finley had to chuckle. His grin widened then went a bit crooked as he regarded Orion for a quiet moment. Truth was, he wanted to do more than just hug his fellow Ravenclaw. But, how was one supposed to reveal something like that?<br><br>“I’ll keep that in mind.” Finley signed back, before gesturing to the area with the drinks and making his way over, walking astride Orion. He bent himself down to pick up a drink - something in a closed container, so that there would be no tampering with it. Hopefully. <br><br>Finley cracked it open and took a swig. “Ahh,” he sighed out in appreciation at the flavor. His tongue clicked at the roof of his mouth a few times, afterward. “Lime, I think.” He informed Orion with quick work of his hands. <br><br>“Come on, then.” He beckoned Orion over to a blanket that was already laid out, which no one had been occupying. Figuring it was set up for anyone to use, Finley walked straight over and plopped himself down, then patted the spot beside him for Orion to take a seat. <br><br>The fire was a comfortable distance away, but not too far away that they couldn’t feel its heat. A grand view was granted them, as their blanket overlooked the water, reflecting the late evening sky, while the sun sank lower and lower. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” He asked Orion, pointing to the setting sun after signing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>09-05-2018, 22:11:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e5/Orion_Rav_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Orion Reed<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Half<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Alder, Dragon Heartstring, 10 in, Whippy<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Ravenclaw 1st Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Friday, September 29th, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake, Bonfire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> A Magical Night, Conversational<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Finley Clark!</em> <br><hr><br>When Finley patted the blanket for Orion to sit next to him, he figured he had to be dreaming. Surely still in his bed back at Ravenclaw dorms, dreaming about the bonfire party, or something. That would have made sense, but it had already been too long a day for it to be a dream. <br><br>He sat before the winking sunset, saying nothing, until it was pure night. Orion wasn't really watching, just thinking about ... this. Sitting next to a guy on a blanket. He hadn't done that before. He dated a guy before, fooled around, had sex, sure. But nothing as cozy and lovely. He did wonder at the Sorting if Finley liked guys, and he did wonder more since then. Now the hug and this moment put those questions to rest. He didn't want to ruin it by being scared of crossing a line. This was a crossed line, and neither seemed to mind. All he can do was sit with it, with him.<br><br>He leaned back on his hands, not so far back where they had to support his weight but resting on them lightly enough to move them if needed, his hands a bit closer to Finley Clark. Sometimes he gazed at the twinkling stars, sometimes at the contours of Finn. He continued to gnaw at his gum until it tasted bland. Pulling it out, he saw nowhere to put it and focused on a single thought: <em>Deletrius</em>. After a moment, the gumwad disappeared, disintegrated.<br><br>As Orion felt the heat from the bonfire, he looked to Finley and said: <em>I'm glad I met you.</em><br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>09-05-2018, 23:39:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/70/FinleyRav5.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same as picture, with jeans and black Converse <br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Fir | Dragon | 12 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 29 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake Bonfire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Who doesn't like a bonfire? <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Breaking Benjamin - Psycho (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Y_a0PWlBr8)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Orion <br><hr><br>He’d almost swallowed his gum in the haste of taking another sip of the lime beverage while Orion approached and settled down onto a spot beside him. Thankfully, he was spared any humiliation by choking, and instead followed Orion’s example, muttering the vanishing spell whilst flicking the gum away. Rather than land on the ground and create a sticky, tangled web of stickiness, it was flung into a void that no one could see.<br><br>“Such a convenient spell, that one.” Finley remarked to Orion after setting his juice down to speak with his hands. His fellow Ravenclaw was enjoying the view, seeming to soak it all in for as much as it was worth. After flashing a boyish grin at his suit clad dorm mate, Finley’s thoughts floated back to the previous sentiment that he didn’t have time to ponder; how to approach Orion in a non platonic way.<br><br>The last thing he wanted to do was ruin what they already had, which he very much enjoyed. Yet another part of him couldn’t help wanting more. Of which, he knew he’d enjoy on an entirely different level.<br><br>Finley turned to steal a glimpse at Orion, only to discover that Orion had already been stealing a glance at him. A chuckle erupted from him - perhaps a bit of a nervous chuckle, at that - the smile working over his features until his entire face lit up a degree. Why was he feeling so out of his element all of the sudden? <br><br>As if on cue, Orion then signed something that practically blindsighted him. He was almost at a loss for words (as well as signs). “Er,” he started, before gesturing to himself and wearing a face of disbelief. “Who, me? Oh, stop.” He joked, the laughter that flowed from him afterward making that palpable. <br><br>After a shake of his head, Finley took another long sip of his drink, then leaned to the side, supported by one hand against the blanket. Except that his thumb had brushed against Orion’s in the process. Unlike before, where he had backed away from the physical contact for fear of making Orion uncomfortable or worse, this time, he glanced down purposefully at their touching thumbs and then drew his gaze up to meet with Orion’s. <br><br>He pointed to Orion, pressing a finger of his free hand gently against one of the lapels. “You…” Then he carried on signing the rest of it. “Are the only person I really wanted to see tonight.” Well, he hadn't planned on being quite that revealing, but sometimes it was best to just take a risk and see where you land, wasn't it?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>10-05-2018, 02:07:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e5/Orion_Rav_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Orion Reed<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Half<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Alder, Dragon Heartstring, 10 in, Whippy<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Ravenclaw 1st Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Friday, September 29th, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake, Bonfire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> A Magical Night, Affection<br><strong>THEME:</strong> Orion's heart takes flight (https://youtu.be/6I95ZEGx4YE) <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Finley Clark!</em> <br><hr><br>Orion Reed didn't know when it started. Inside him, fireworks had slowly gone off one by one. They popped from the bottom of his heart whistling sky-high to his brain, then faint shatters and petering glows. No more suspicions. Only a timeless moment. He moved his thumb over Finley Clark's thumb, petting a few times. His overwhelmed hazel eyes rose to meet his gaze then lowered to Finley's lips. His heart pounded harder. Now or never. Orion leaned in some more, carefully reaching in for their first kiss. Almost tasting the faded fragrance of gum and lime that lingers... <br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>10-05-2018, 02:59:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Iain_Gryff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Iain McGregor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14003054#msg14003054)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Hoodie and pair of jeans (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6e/64/74/6e6474f2ffe1ead0bd02b6ae04c356df.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 12-inch cypress with a hippogriff feather core<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 29th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake Bonfire <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lyre &amp; Moray<br><hr><br>Iain cocked his eyebrow. "I dinna think you'd remember." He was being honest. Lyre was an anomaly at times. The Scotsman paused - perhaps longer than comfortable. He look ed at Lyre obscurely. "Dinner, aye. Weed no."<br><br>Moray on the other hand. "Here Lyre is offerin to buy ya dinner. Take him up on it. Pick the most expensive place you can." Iain chuckled. <br><br>Then then mocking seriousness paused. "Let me be clear, Savage. No ménage à trois happenin." <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>10-05-2018, 03:02:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/29/AaricSlyth3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Aaric Balor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998428#msg13998428)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Casual and comfortable for the night (minus the glasses) (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ee/38/34/ee3834dde8509fe09452054db222ec48.png)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 10&nbsp; 1/4 Inches | Ebony Wood |Thestral Tail Hair| Quite Flexible<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin/ Year 3<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, Setember 29th 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Somewhere near the bonfire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversation<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Xual, Open <strong>Mentioning</strong>: Morray, Iain, Lyre, Orion, and Finely<br><br><br>All things considered Aaric was satisfied with the turnout for his bonfire. Of course he pitched it to the school as a coming together of unity between houses, a little social event that had strict promises not to go off the rails. Nothing illegal for fun, it would just be a good spot of mingling outside while the temperature was still nice. Of course Aaric had worked with the school and had seen too it that some of the refreshers were worthwhile. Little snacks were available, as well as taking the time to find enough logs that those who wanted to sit would have the ability to do so. It wasn't a true <em>Balor</em> party, but it was arranged by one, and it was a sample everyone would get to enjoy. He suspected his name wouldn't be passed around too much, more likely students were being told about a <em>bonfire</em> down by the lake, instead of being told <em>Aaric was holding a bonfire</em>. Still he found that it didn't both him so much, instead he was quite content to let the gathering take on it's own life form. <br><br>When it was time to start it, he did a simple fire spell and took a seat. At the time there were only a few students, but more began to gather as the light began to fade and the only illumination would be the fire itself. There were often two ways Aaric handled himself in such situations, either he was hunting for someone to flirt with, or he was simply observing and this time at least to start he elected to observe. The castle was no longer so new to the first years that most of them were shambling around uncomfortably. The rivals had time to make amends or create new ones, in general it was the first real event the school had since everyone had settled down, and their behavior would reflect it. What stories were being written around him?<br><br>There appeared to be plenty of tension in the air going round, as bit by bit students started to pair off with one another. Others were having friendly chats. Morray was maknig the rounds with a few individuals, but seemed to settle on a Gryffindor third year. He didn't know Morray on a any personal level, but from what he understood she carried on the tradition of Slytherin pick up artists quite proudly. Perhaps that was exactly what she had in mind? Would be exactly what a bonfire was good for after all.<br><br>A call for weed was heard over the crowd and Aaric's eyes moved in the direction, once more it was Morray's bunch. Aaric didn't provide anything, but that was because his name was attached to the bonfire. The last thing he needed was the school coming down on him for illegal substances being passed around. Taking a mental note if it <em>did</em> happen to come back to him, he had a direction to point them. Perhaps get himself out of a little trouble if it happened to find him.<br><br>He also caught sight of a pair of young men he recognized from the sorting ceremony as first years. They had easily taken advantage of the bonfire. Blossoming romance was always a favorite of Aaric's. He wondered what type it was, the simple magnetic kind that you felt when everything fell into place just right, and someone made a bold first step, which made the second, then third easier. Or perhaps they had begun to bond as strangers in a strange castle miles away from any civilization? Probably the kind of story to tell around a bonfire in the future.<br><br>His eyes continued to pan around and finally Aaric caught sight of Xual, who knew what his fellow fourth year had been up too before then. Perhaps trying to court his own little romance story for the night? Regardless Aaric checked quickly and noted that there didn't seem to be anyone Xual was specifically mingling and, and took advantage of the absence of any such company to make himself that company.<br><br>"Top of the evenin' to ya mate," he said, reaching out as he approached to take a seemingly extra beer from Xual's hand."What 'ave ya been up ta?" He asked curious what his friend had been involving himself in before Aaric had caught sight of him. <em>He had the suspicion he was looking for his sister</em>, but if that wasn't the case Aaric was sure it'd be a story worth hearing. Xual was always great for that. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>10-05-2018, 03:17:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/70/FinleyRav5.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same as picture, with jeans and black Converse <br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Fir | Dragon | 12 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 29 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake Bonfire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Who doesn't like a bonfire? <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Breaking Benjamin - Psycho (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Y_a0PWlBr8)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Orion <br><hr><br>He wasn’t sure when it happened, but the fact it had was undeniable; there was no one else at that bonfire other than Finley and Orion. It was just them, the fire, and the setting sun. Nothing else mattered and no one else existed. <br><br>Leaning a little closer to Orion, Finley’s mahogany gaze struggled between focusing on his counterpart’s eyes, and his tantalizing lips. Without planning it, he may have subconsciously leaned in a little closer, may have silently convinced Orion to lean in even further until the air would be jealous of their closeness.<br><br>Then, he did. Orion’s lips drew nearer, prompting Finley to slowly reach for the side of Orion’s face as he guided their lips to press together. His heart was like a sprinter, pounding away for the finishing line in his chest, but fuck, did Orion’s lips feel good against his. Even better than he tasted in those dreams Finley had been having at night as of late.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>10-05-2018, 05:11:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1c/Lyre_Sly_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118339#msg14118339)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Maple, Dragon Heartstring, 13 in, Unbending, literally glowing<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Slytherin 3rd Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Friday, September 29th, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Bonfire, Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational. Change of pace.<br><strong>THEME:</strong> Lyre feels good (https://youtu.be/4k4SP01l6rY)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Moray Morrigan! Iain McGregor! Mention: Aaric Balor</em> <br><hr><br>Lyre adored Moray, promising he'd rather celebrate her than the new year and continuing to promise that the restaurant would definitely be the most expensive. Hadn't she known he'd shouted out such a controversial thing just to stir up the party, maybe just to provoke Aaric Balor? Lyre was sad to see her go, back to her comfortable log for night-gazing. At first he had the mind to cast an Engorgio charm on her ice cream, but resolved to let her be, knowing a chap would come along for a night-cap. But if too much time had gone by and she was still alone, he'd ditch the party and sit next to her then walk with her back to the common room. He always did enjoy their conversations. Always.<br><br>Surprised, no more like stupefied, to hear that Iain accepted dinner, Lyre's lips twitched. <br><br>"Oh? Well, then. When are you free? I can do tomorrow night, as I haven't made plans." He chuckled easily at the mention of ménage à trois and teased. "Are you not into women? Or just not into threesomes? Mm, worry not, I am emerald gay as they go. Moray-ray's a dear bosom friend, but if she were to take a Polyjuice potion, there's no telling what will happen. If she were to turn into Harry Potter, oh my my. That is a hunk of a man. Of course she'd need a stray hair of his." <br><br>The thought of the Daily Prophet clamoring about Potter being randomly attacked made him nearly giggle.&nbsp; <br><br>His attention returned to Iain. Wait a minute. Did he just say no ménage à trois, as in he'd want Lyre in that way? <br>Lyre glanced at the bonfire suddenly, rubbing his arm to get rid of the rising gooseflesh. He's just teasing me...<br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>10-05-2018, 05:27:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e5/Orion_Rav_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Orion Reed<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Half<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Alder, Dragon Heartstring, 10 in, Whippy<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Ravenclaw 1st Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Friday, September 29th, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake, Bonfire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> A Magical Night, Kiss<br><strong>THEME:</strong> Orion's heart takes flight (https://youtu.be/6I95ZEGx4YE) <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Finley Clark!</em> <br><hr><br>The kiss tickled his lips, tasting so sweet. He hadn't meant to but rubbed his lips around in a half-circle, falling a little forward. The left hand with his very brave thumb explored the smooth back of Finley's right hand until he shifted more on his left leg, facing him better. Orion's right hand rested on the jeans on Finley's left hip before taking the time to feel up the dark thin shirt loose on his breathing body, up his pectoral, rubbing up his nipple, up his clavicle, and up his exposed hot neck. This was not a dream, but more. Excited, Orion kissed again, snagging Finley's lower lip.<br><br>Orion grew instantly hard but paid that no mind. Here he was, with Finley Clark in his hands, lost in the last summer night's breeze and scent of the Black Lake. Without realizing it, his throat made a soft pleasurable moan.<br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>11-05-2018, 17:28:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/70/FinleyRav5.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same as picture, with jeans and black Converse <br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Fir | Dragon | 12 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 29 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake Bonfire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Who doesn't like a bonfire? <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Breaking Benjamin - Psycho (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Y_a0PWlBr8)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Orion <br><hr><br>The feel of Orion’s plush lips teasing small partial circles around his, easily surpassed the sensations caused by that of his dreams. His skin felt like it had been seared with bolts of electricity, the currents surging throughout every inch of him and causing every muscle to tense. Finley’s mouth hotly caressed along Orion’s, until he could no longer withstand the urgency building with him, as evidenced by the restriction of his pants while his cock twitched and hardened. <br><br>He deepened their kiss, his fingers straying to the short locks at the nape of Orion’s neck, the tips of his digits gingerly clawing small trails through his hair. With a tilt of his head, his lips parted, inspired by the yearning built within him to taste more of Orion, to savor his flavor. <br><br>Parting his lips, his tongue probed along the space between Orion’s, working them apart so that his slick muscle could gain entrance. Hearing Orion’s pleasurable groan lit a fervent fire within Finley, causing him to groan against Orion's lips. That impassioned flame was what propelled him closer, using his free hand to wind around Orion’s frame and guide him even nearer. <br><br>The brush of his hand along his shirt and against his neck left Finley just as breathless as the kiss had, which reminded him to pull away, in dire need of a deep breath. Looking at Orion afterward, he licked his lips, committing his taste to memory. It took every bit of his effort to keep from pouncing on his dorm mate then and there. Trying to catch his breath, he dizzily gazed into Orion’s eyes, working to slow his hammering, thrumming heart.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>11-05-2018, 18:52:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e5/Orion_Rav_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Orion Reed<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Half<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Alder, Dragon Heartstring, 10 in, Whippy<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Ravenclaw 1st Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Friday, September 29th, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake, Bonfire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> A Magical Night, Kiss<br><strong>THEME:</strong> Orion's heart takes flight (https://youtu.be/6I95ZEGx4YE) <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Finley Clark!</em> <br><hr><br><em>Finn...</em> Orion mouthed, panting slowly. He eyed the drink, signing: <em>That wasn't a love potion, was it?</em><br><br>The boy hoped not, almost biting his lower lip while his hand still held Finn's. The kiss was amazing. Incroyable. <br><br>He glanced self-consciously at the others at the bonfire party for voyeurs. No one seemed to be watching. <br>Orion met Finley's gaze again, melting to a chuckle. He said: <em>That was a really good kiss.</em><br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>12-05-2018, 00:08:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Iain_Gryff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Iain McGregor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14003054#msg14003054)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Hoodie and pair of jeans (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6e/64/74/6e6474f2ffe1ead0bd02b6ae04c356df.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 12-inch cypress with a hippogriff feather core<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 29th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake Bonfire <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lyre &amp; Moray<br><hr><br>Iain was pretty surprised the words came out of his mouth. Did he just agree to dinner with Lyre? And...did he somehow slip in something about a ménage à trois? Well the latter part really was a quip and not intended as an invitation to partake in sexual escapades. Iain looked down at his drink. No alcohol. He must have meant it.<br><br>"Tomorrow's fine." Iain offered. Was this a good idea? "Where are ya takin' me?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>12-05-2018, 00:53:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1c/Lyre_Sly_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118339#msg14118339)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Maple, Dragon Heartstring, 13 in, Unbending, literally glowing<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Slytherin 3rd Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Friday, September 29th, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Bonfire, Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational. Dinner date, don't be late.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Iain McGregor! </em> <br><hr><br>Where am I taking you? Lyre smiled evilly at the millions of ideas that sprang to mind. I can take you right here, right now. Wipe all the drinks crashing off the table and.. no, better, lay you down on the finest lion rug in front of the green fireplace in the Slytherin common room, no I shall take you on the Headmaster's desk, beyond your wildest dreams!<br><br>He looked up to the night sky thinking quite seriously, sliding a thumb across his lips. <em>Hmm...</em><br><br>"Seven-thirty. The Room of Requirement, you know how to get there? Seventh floor, you pass it three times, just think of getting to dinner, and you'll find me. And, Iain? Dress <em>sharply</em>." Lyre commanded suggestively with a teasing push at Iain's chest. "It is your birthday present, after all."<br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>12-05-2018, 05:41:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/JigRCJ0.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Moray Morrigan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999176#msg13999176)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Skinny jeans, simple t-shirt, sneakers<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood,<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 15 inch Beech, Kelpie hair core, rigid. There is a slight twist to the wand and one single groove curved along the wand. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 29th ,2017,<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Bonfire<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On a log<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Star Gazing<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Talking to Xerxes Mentioning Iain and Lyre.<br><hr><br>Moray looked over at Iain and Lyre, they were deep in conversation she shrugged to herself, she noticed the two guys making out on the lake close by. It seemed as if everyone was pairing up, she frowned looking around she saw that Xerxes was still alone. <br><br>She stood putting the bag over herself she headed over to him, “Hey Xerxes.” She smiled nudging him with her shoulder as she walked up behind him. “How has your first month been?” She asked as she pulled the telescope out of her bag, holding it in her left hand before pulling the flask out taking a large swig, she offered him the flask, “This might take the edge off the party.” She grinned as she flicked her hair over her shoulder. <br><br>“Oh hey, look here.” She turned around as she opened the telescope, she looked up finding Uranus, “Wanna look? My dad had it enchanted so you can see better.” She smiled looking over at him offering him the telescope.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>14-05-2018, 02:10:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Iain_Gryff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Iain McGregor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14003054#msg14003054)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Hoodie and pair of jeans (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6e/64/74/6e6474f2ffe1ead0bd02b6ae04c356df.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 12-inch cypress with a hippogriff feather core<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 29th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake Bonfire <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lyre<br><hr><br>Iain watched as Lyre pointed against his chest. "The Room o' Requirement?" Iain thought for a moment - was he regretting this or was there anticipation. The emotions were so close it was difficult to decipher. "Psh, I always arrive in style." Iain said mockingly. He was more apt to be found in jeans and a tshirt, though could dress up if the occasion called for it. <br><br>"But let's up the ante, Lyre." Iain contemplated then spoke. "No magic." He motioned around. "No waving a wand to make a dinner appear out of thin air. No charms, no spells...just your culinary abilities on display."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>14-05-2018, 02:15:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b4/Xerxes_Sly_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Xerxes Taylor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999400#msg13999400)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Cardigan, shirt, jeans and glasses (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/cf/c8/2b/cfc82bb49a5d3b7f74ba6182c26bb0fc.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggle born<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Walnut with Veela hair core, 10 inches, pliable<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 1st year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 29th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake Bonfire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Moray<br><hr><br>"Oh...h...hey Moray." Xerxes said with a smile. "My month's been...amazing." He didn't have a better word for it. While a brilliant lad, Xerxes mind had been blown with the introduction to the Wizarding World. "I n...never though all this would be p...possible." As usual his mind was going a mile a minute and his words couldn't keep up with him.<br><br>Nervously he took the flask and took a sip. He'd trust Moray. It was strong, but while fairly innocent, Xerxes wasn't a prude. It was warm going down.<br><br>"Astrology is an amazing science." Xerxes had learned about Divination and Astrology from Hogwarts, but he wasn't quite sold on those mystic arts. Looking in the eye piece of the telescope Uranus seemed to take shape like he'd never seen before. He pulled it away from his eye and looked at the telescope. "H...How did he do it?" Xerxes wanted to know how everything worked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>14-05-2018, 03:50:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/JigRCJ0.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Moray Morrigan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999176#msg13999176)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Skinny jeans, simple t-shirt, sneakers<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood,<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 15 inch Beech, Kelpie hair core, rigid. There is a slight twist to the wand and one single groove curved along the wand. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 29th ,2017,<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Bonfire<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On a log<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Star Gazing<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Talking to Xerxes Mentioning Iain and Lyre.<br><hr><br>She smiled at Xerxes as he said he was enjoying the month, "That's good, I'd love to say the feeling stays like that but it really doesn't. Once you get to the point where the homework is unbareable then you'll feel how the rest of us do." She grinned, as he took the flask, he was very trusting, he needed to be careful or someone might just corrupt him as Iain said. She smirked, "By the way, the whiskey you just drank was stolen and worth about a 6 grand in muggle money." She laughed flicking her hair over her shoulder as she smiled at him.<br><br>He took the telescope before looking at the planet. "I love astronomy, how things work without magic is insane." She smiled looking up at the stars, "I always wanted to go up there but...well most of the magical community is content with hiding, most never really see any of this...." She motioned to the sky, "I hate that we can't really be who we are." She sighed softly before looking at Xerxes just realising he had asked a question.<br><br>"Oh um..." She frowned looking at the telescope, "I'm not sure, something about making the glass more magnified... clearing up the image. I kind of tuned out once I started looking through it, also, very good for spying, I'll take you up into the astronomy tower, there is one spot you can see into the Ravenclaw dorm rooms, the older male rooms are rather interesting, but depends what you're into." She laughed softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>14-05-2018, 05:45:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1c/Lyre_Sly_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118339#msg14118339)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Maple, Dragon Heartstring, 13 in, Unbending, literally glowing<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Slytherin 3rd Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Friday, September 29th, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Bonfire, Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational. Dinner date, don't be late.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Iain McGregor! </em> <br><hr><br>When Iain said he always arrived in style, Lyre gave him a playful look of disbelief. Quite funny.<br><br>"Oh that is no challenge," Lyre considered out loud. "My family tolerated no less. Magic was as much convenience as a microwave, Father said every year. We cooked stew in cauldrons; by hand we grilled steak, pheasant... dragon meat on great-grandmother's birthdays. I had to mash those potatoes good. There was one time I slacked. And I thought... if they weren't looking, I'd get away with it, but -- at the table, wouldn't you believe it. One bite, and they all spat it out like it was something nasty like owl treats or maggoty haggis or blood-flavoured lollipops." He chuckled. <br><br>"They said the taste was too bewitching to the tongue. I ate some myself, and you know, they were right. Too airy. No substance." <br><br>He realized he had been rambling, changed tune, and watched Iain carefully for any signs he was going to be stood up. He couldn't tell. "So to the point, rest assured, it IS a real dinner. I'll whip something up from the kitchen, you'll have to wait and see."<br><br><hr>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>16-05-2018, 01:42:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Iain_Gryff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Iain McGregor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14003054#msg14003054)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Hoodie and pair of jeans (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6e/64/74/6e6474f2ffe1ead0bd02b6ae04c356df.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 12-inch cypress with a hippogriff feather core<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 29th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake Bonfire <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lyre<br><hr><br>Iain listened as Lyre rattled on about his family. From their past discussions Iain surmised that their families could not be further apart in nature. While both fairly old in their wizarding lineage, they definitely had their differences. Lyre's family had a number of bad apples - including some prisoners of Azkaban. They were the sort that the McGregors didn't exactly associate. Iain's family was well entangled in the Ministry of Magic. Iain's father, William, works within the Department of Magical Games and Sports. His mother, Anna, works within the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, specializing as an Obliviator. <br><br>"Whip up whatever you want, but try to make it on the edible side - meaning actually eat-able. No dragon and you can use a pot instead of a cauldron." Iain chuckled.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>16-05-2018, 01:48:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b4/Xerxes_Sly_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Xerxes Taylor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999400#msg13999400)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Cardigan, shirt, jeans and glasses (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/cf/c8/2b/cfc82bb49a5d3b7f74ba6182c26bb0fc.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggle born<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Walnut with Veela hair core, 10 inches, pliable<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 1st year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 29th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake Bonfire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Moray<br><hr><br>Xerxes looked at the flask and nearly spit it out. He couldn't believe the cost of the whisky...and that it was stolen. He handed it back to Moray, vowing to himself he would not take any more.<br><br>"I guess some people are just more interested in what's below their feet than above their heads." Xerxes said as he continued to look at the sky. He snickered a little when Moray talked about spying on others. "B...be careful they don't catch you doing that. They m...might turn you into a toad or something." Xerxes smiled widely. "I...I don't know too many older students in Slytherin, l...let alone Ravenclaw." He shrugged. "Mostly just keep to myself. People tend to be a bit too serious."<br><br>"When I learned about Hogwarts I read all that I c...could. I thought I'd be put in Ravenclaw. But...now I see that isn't the place for me. I'm s...still not sure about Slytherin, but it hasn't been bad at all." Xerxes was honest. He had some rubbing from the students that didn't like Muggle borns, but mostly the discrimination and attitudes were overstated.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>17-05-2018, 10:59:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img.fstatic.com/537zH1_yItXsEr422YtnH7C8OXo=/full-fit-in/290x478/https://cdn.fstatic.com/media/artists/avatar/2016/05/max-thieriot_a10552.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Jaxon<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> nice pants and a button up<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Billywig Stinger, 10.5<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, 4th <br><strong>Date</strong>: September 29th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake Bonfire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational (to start)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lyre (open to others)<br><hr><br>Jaxon showed up to the bonfire about thirty minutes late, he had to sneak out to pick up some party favors on his way to the bonfire. 'What's the point of being the rule breaker if you can't bring some fun?' He thought to himself. He handed out bottles and joints discreetly to those who knew he'd have it, he made sure to be very clear and tell them to share with who wants it and don't be dumbasses about it. Most of what he brought to hand out, minus his sellable product and personal stash, had been given out by the time he got to the fire. He slowly put a joint in his mouth keeping an eye out for teachers and using a lighter to slowly ignite it as he inhales deeply.<br><br>He then slowly works his way through the crowd, satisfied that he brought at least someone some joy for the night before approaching the lake side he always found the lake fascinating and terrifying like the feeling of a warm breeze on a cold night. It makes you ask yourself 'Where is it going?' And sometimes if it is very dark and you are very alone you think the most troublesome thoughts you start to notice that there is no source of heat around you, only your foggy breath and darkness, you start to hear footsteps echoing around you and what you can only imagine as a horrible specter or ravenous serial killer making creaking noises as the move in for the kill. You are then forced to ask yourself 'what made that gust?' That is what the lake feels like to Jaxon, this gut wrenching terror is equally matched by pure curiosity. Jaxon never said he was one to survive a horror movie, he would be too damn busy trying to figure it out rather than running.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>17-05-2018, 14:32:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1c/Lyre_Sly_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118339#msg14118339)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Maple, Dragon Heartstring, 13 in, Unbending, literally glowing<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Slytherin 3rd Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Friday, September 29th, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Bonfire, Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Reflections. Schemes.<br><strong>THEME:</strong> ✵✧･ﾟSparks...✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ* sparks...✦*✧･ﾟ (https://youtu.be/1ELsNShJM6E)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Iain McGregor! Jaxon Smith! Finley and Orion! Moray and Xerxes!</em> <br><hr><br>Lyre's lips softened. They spread wider, a plucky smile, to hide the tiny hurt. He figured from Iain's cheeky reply that he must've stopped listening; short attention span, maybe. No matter how he insisted that it was going to be a real dinner, he was still given instructions anyway to make it edible - especially eat-able - and cooked in a pot.<em> Didn't he hear me say that I was making it in a kitchen?</em> What changed? <br><br>Something swerved. Was it ... because he talked about his family? <br><br><em>Of course it was.</em> How could he be stupid, that fucking naive, to even think that didn't pose such a huge problem for the noble, uppity Gryffindor? Could he blame him? Flashbacks to all the bones the Savages licked clean, how could he forget the crimes and the sins he helped commit over the years? Muggles that suffered his wrath? Was it so medicinal being around Iain McGregor that made him feel like a kid again back to a time when he was innocent and kinder, forward to a future where he could be a better man, someone different? Did chaste, lionhearted Iain give him hope that he could be ... deserving? With the way the cutie deflected, there was no way. Was there. <br><br>No atonement, no redeeming trust. Iain was a Gryffindor and Lyre was a Slytherin. <br>Nephew to a Death Eater, an ally of Voldemort who died here, trying to tear down this school.<br><br>Lyre blinked deeply, almost cringing ashamed. All that pureblood bollocks. He tried not to judge or even self-loathe. Even a Coldplay song came to mind. That bad, huh? With stung eyes looking over Iain's handsome face once more, he would have made a real sweetheart, wanting and not wanting to forget this awful moment. Still there he was. Stuck. He morosely glanced at the fire to end the heartsore; why did he want to talk to Iain? Why offer dinner? He wanted to, without knowing the reason. He didn't remember why they didn't work out. That much was a fog. All he knew was that he still wanted something to work. Is that what the problem was? Because of the stark differences in the flesh and blood who bred them? Was that so important? Yes, yes it was in fact. Lyre sighed, thinking of the crests Iain so proudly engraved into his skin. Lyre thought miserably to taunt himself: <em>Wherefore art thou Iain? Deny thy father and refuse thy name, or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love and I'll no longer be a Savage? How fucking weak.</em> <br><br>The moment passed easily, getting lost in the magic of the dancing fire. So Lyre pretended what unfortunately happened never happened, that nothing changed. He would deny reality some more. <em>And honestly, how would I get a butchered dragon in short notice? I was only thinking Italian. Pasta for christ's sake.</em> That said, the words "edible" and "pot" made him salivate for what he shouted out for earlier. He thought he imagined the pungent cannabis fragrance too, surely all in his head, until Jaxon Smith worked his way through the crowd with a smoky spliff before heading to the lake side. <em>What is it with witches and wizards going to a bonfire party to be alone? </em><br><br>"Ah. Excuse me, Iain. I have to go make a purchase." <br><br>Lyre gave Iain a hinting look and then surprised him with a forbidden embrace. His chest and navel lingered, leaning into Iain's.<br>That body heat... He whispered in his ear, tempted to kiss, but only brave enough to breathe on: <em>Don't be a stranger, mate.</em> <br><br>He backed into darkness, his firelit eyes trained on the jock. Lyre's voice lowered, a bit sing-song. <br>"Tomorrow night... seven-thirty... Dress your finest, you won't regret it ...! Mayhaps!" <br><br>Feeling his heart snow and drop in a spiral, like an owl with broken wings, Lyre left without looking back. Iain may never show up, but he could be wrong. Eating dinner alone didn't seem half bad. His sneakers trudged closer to the smell of water and wet soil. His eyes settled upon a shocking sight that tripped him up; Finley and Orion together on a blanket? Snogging? Ugh. Jealousy flared within. Disgustingly cute. Even Moray and Xerxes were getting chummy! Just as they had during the day of the Sorting. <br><br>That sneaky boy. He had known Moray-ray was getting laid before him tonight. Told her so himself. <br><br>Approaching the silhouette further down the sparkling lake side, Lyre muttered with ire and relief. Also mixed with guilt. This obvious heterosexual was Muggleborn and Lyre's family may have ruined his parents? He wasn't completely sure on this. Their list of Muggle victims was long enough to roll around the entire world and overlap, their misdeeds going generations back centuries. At least Jaxon had Darcy. Everyone was paired off! <br><br>"Just in time, Jax. Blooming marvelous you're here. Life is utter shite." <br><br>He hadn't meant to unload like that. He unpocketed sickles and galleons, "How much for a splashbag?" <br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-05-2018, 17:46:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/JigRCJ0.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Moray Morrigan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999176#msg13999176)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Skinny jeans, simple t-shirt, sneakers<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood,<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 15 inch Beech, Kelpie hair core, rigid. There is a slight twist to the wand and one single groove curved along the wand. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 29th ,2017,<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Bonfire<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On a log<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Star Gazing<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Talking to Xerxes then dragging him to speak to Lyre and Jaxon<br><hr><br>Moray could almost see what he was thinking he handed the flask back. "Don't worry, the guy who bought this was a complete arsehole, besides its very good whiskey." She took another drink slipping it back into her bag.<br><br>"Don't get me wrong, we need to take care of the planet but sometimes I wonder if our future isn't up there." She sighed, before laughing at his comment about turning her into a toad. "Yes, I'm scared of a bunch of Ravenclaws, next you'll tell me Bumblebee house is actually scary." She rolled her eyes at him. "But your concern is appreciated, there is no chance of me getting caught I'm very sneaky." She smiled. <br><br>"The hat chose the right house for you, you might not feel like it now but you will later." She nodded at him, "Everyone feels out of place when they first start, you just need to give yourself time." She smiled. "Besides you are a cutie, you will be fending them off with kickback charms in no time." She grinned.<br><br>"You don't know anyone?" She frowned looking around she spotted Jax and Lyre. "Come with me and meet some very disreputable people. The corrupting of Xerxes shall begin tonigh." She took his hand leading him to where Lyre and Jax were, "Guys, this is Xerxes, be nice he'sa first year." She took the joint from Jax before handing him the flask. "Yamazaki Mizunara stolen, help yourself I have the bottle somewhere safe." She winked at Jax before taking a drag. "Way better than Nate's crop." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>17-05-2018, 18:29:05</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">GM Plot Event</span></strong></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTM1ODAwMDc2NF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMjUzNzg3MQ@@._V1_UY317_CR14,0,214,317_AL_.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Fergus Sacheverell<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual (http://cdn.abclocal.go.com/images/otrc/2010/photos/130723-galleryimg-startraks-to-do-list-premiere-samberg.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff 1st Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday September 29th, 2017.<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Bon Fire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Confrontation<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Tension/ Persona 5 soundtrack (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hQkHb47G-L4&amp;list=PLkEWWbyS3nIgFIryf0moadIgDYu7Q05pe&amp;index=12)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open to anyone interested in GM Plot</div><br><br><div class="floatright">(https://dvdbash.files.wordpress.com/2013/09/buffy-sarah-michelle-gellar-dvdbash141.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Alyssa Not<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White shirt and jeans (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e5/bb/bf/e5bbbfe8e51526142ca1140ee8135c9b.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure-blood<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin 6th Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday September 29th, 2017.<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Bon Fire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Confrontation<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Tension/ Persona 5 soundtrack (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hQkHb47G-L4&amp;list=PLkEWWbyS3nIgFIryf0moadIgDYu7Q05pe&amp;index=12)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open to anyone interested in GM Plot</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br><br>"Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" a shriek sounded loud and could be heard all across the area as Alyssa Nott cried out in dismay her hands raised almost as if she intended to rub her temples as she looked down. From the top of her head all the way down to her shirt, she was covered in butterbeer. The cream sliding down along her cheek and dripping onto her shoulder, and her once bright white shirt now turning orange and drenched entirely in what must have been a pint of butterbeer. At her feet on his stomach with his hand's outstretched lay Fergus having tripped over a log and apparently spilt all of his butterbeer on the blouse of Alyssa Nott. For a moment everything stood still as Alyssa gazed down at poor Fergus with a look of pure contempt on her features. <br><br>"Merlin's breath, what is wrong with you." Alyssa demanded stomping her foot in frustration.<br><br>"I-I-I d-didn't mean," Fergus began to reply as he began to get up to his feet, shaking his head quickly back and forth. With his hands outstretch defensively a look of pure shook on his features.<br><br>"Look at me!" Alyssa shrieked cutting off Fergus. <br><br>"I-I-I am, I mean I can s-see," Fergus said nodding. "R-really you still look f-f-fine, F-fant-tastic really, I wouldn't worry." He said tilting his head to the side clearly panicked by the situation and trying to smooth it over.<br><br>"I look fine!? Fine!?" Alyssa replied her shrill voice still screaming for the entire bonfire to hear. "I'm covered in," she paused taking a handful of the cream still on her and flicking it into the face of Fergus. <br><br>"Right, you're right, uh hear." Fergus said quickly wiping the cream off his own face and bending down to grab his a rag that had been in his pocket, and moving forward to try and wipe Alyssa's face off.<br><br>"Keep your <strong>filthy</strong> <em>half-blood</em> hands off of me." Alyssa shrieked again stomping her foot and pushing the rag away, and collecting more butterbeer off of her face and flicking it at Fergus.<br><br>Fergus nodded again hurriedly turning around to scan faces for help, he started to walk away almost fleeing from it, before it seemed a idea struck him and he turned back around, unfortunately as he walked Alyssa had moved as if to follow him and instead she collided with him. Stumbling backwards Alyssa would trip over another log and tumble backwards into the lake completing submerging the upper part of her body. She'd sit up, a look of pure white hot rage on her features as she reached down and withdrew her wand, starring at him with obvious intent to use it. She'd had enough, she'd been humiliated enough, and poor Fergus could only stand there like a deer lost in the headlights, as the scene spiraled out of control.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>17-05-2018, 20:40:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img.fstatic.com/537zH1_yItXsEr422YtnH7C8OXo=/full-fit-in/290x478/https://cdn.fstatic.com/media/artists/avatar/2016/05/max-thieriot_a10552.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Jaxon<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> nice pants and a button up<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Billywig Stinger, 10.5<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, 4th <br><strong>Date</strong>: September 29th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake Bonfire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational (to start)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lyre, Moray, Xerxes <br><hr><br>Speaking of a warm breeze on a cold night Lyre walked up to the beach side, their relationship has always been on of explosive disdain. He always left a bad taste in Jaxon's mouth that at the same time was somewhat sweet. It's the reason that Jaxon has any interest in him whatsoever because on the other hand he sees Lyre as a ornery prick. He looks over to him and sees a swirl of emotions on his face 'something must of happened.' He thought to himself with a mix of curiosity, concern, and perhaps a little bit of laughter, though he made no expressions to indicate this. he looks over to him pulling out a joint out of cigarette pack and handing it to him, he is able to say "The usual mate, and don't worry life is always shit so at least your expectations won't drop." Before Moray shows up with someone he hasn't officially met yet, even Lyre knows no sales with unknowns around.<br><br>The joint easily flowed through his hand, he then takes a big swig of the whiskey before handing it off to Lyre. He then produced two joints from the pack, fuck it he is feeling generous, and lights one of them taking a long drag before offering the other one to Xerxes with the lighter. "Hello there, I'm Jaxon." he takes another drag of his joint. He had heard a little of this kid, at least his name and such but hasn't had the chance to meet him, and he is with Moray, Jaxon is quite certain this one has no idea what he is getting himself into.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>17-05-2018, 21:20:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/ploetzlichmeerjungfrau/images/e/e4/Phoebe-tonkin-at-cw-cbs-and-showtime-2013-summer-tca-party_1.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140610190904&amp;path-prefix=de)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Valerie Beaumont <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Suit likeclothin with a long grey coat, describable as militaristic in design <br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Aspen, Dragon, 8<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 1st year <br><strong>Date</strong>: September 29th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Bonefire, lakeside<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Confrontational <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> GM Event<br><hr><br>It was not long before Valarie stepped in, in fact it was at the moment that Alyssa drew her wand and Fergus was caught in the headlights. Unlike Fergus, Valerie was not caught in the headlights. She stepped in front of him slowly without fear, she drew her wand and pointed it at Alyssa. In truth she lived for this. no, lived is not the right word; it denotes a need for survival in truth she thrived off this, to her combat was like codes, learn to read your opponent and crack them. Alyssa is angry, this means unfocused, she is also wet and halfway in a lake, this told her what she needed to know, granted Alyssa may be an excellent dueler, she was excited to find out. She had learned to duel as soon as she could use a wand, the madame was very forceful in teaching it. In her mind confrontation is necessary for her goals, and while she would prefer to not make enemies she highly doubts a person who calls halfbloods filth will want to side with the bastard daughter of a pureblood Deatheater, besides there is the potential for an ally in Fergus. His worried face asked for help, she will answer.<br><br>The most noticable thing about her right now is her eyes. There is no fear, no hatred, no kindness, or sadness. They are the eyes of a predator, like a shark amongst a school of fish, or a lion stalking the fields. she is expressionless if Alyssa could see her from where she is at all she will be met with is a cold gaze unafraid of her wand, and ready to duel, and while not expressing it excited to duel. She doesn't say a word, her stance does that for her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>18-05-2018, 04:15:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/70/FinleyRav5.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same as picture, with jeans and black Converse <br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Fir | Dragon | 12 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 29 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake Bonfire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Who doesn't like a bonfire? <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Breaking Benjamin - Psycho (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Y_a0PWlBr8)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Orion <br><hr><br>It was in that moment Finley thought he knew what others meant when they said they were on cloud 9. Quite literally, he had felt in a fog after withdrawing from their kiss. It was similar, he thought, to what flying through clouds might feel like. Only ever so slightly more arousing. The kissing bit, not the flying bit. <br><br>Blinking heavily, Finley released a long, contented sigh. It was like a weight had been lifted. How long had he wanted to do that? And finally, it had happened. <br><br>Orion drew his attention back to him with the flash of his hands, asking about his drink. “What? No.” He animatedly responded, his hands adamant in their signing. With their hands still latched together, Finley shifted where he sat and used his free hand to swipe his thumb adoringly across Orion’s lower lip, which was largely captured by his teeth. <br><br>“I’ll do it again if you keep that up.” He whispered, referencing the lip biting. <br><br>After another moment, that hand started to move again, caressing Orion’s cheek and jawline lightly. There was nothing left to do but agree to his deduction. “<em>Really</em> good.” <br><br>In the distance, a little closer to the lake, some commotion caught Finley’s attention, making his hand fall away from Orion’s face as he turned toward the noise. It seemed like a first year was caught in a scuffle with an upperclassman, who had drawn her wand on him. “Bugger, and I forgot to bring my wand,” he muttered, not even thinking to sign it to Orion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>18-05-2018, 05:19:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e5/Orion_Rav_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Orion Reed<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Half<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Alder, Dragon Heartstring, 10 in, Whippy<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Ravenclaw 1st Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Friday, September 29th, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake, Bonfire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> A Magical Night, Kiss<br><strong>THEME:</strong> Orion's heart takes flight (https://youtu.be/6I95ZEGx4YE) <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Finley Clark!</em> <br><hr><br>Orion loved hearing Finley release that long contented sigh. It was exactly how he felt, and that was how he wanted to make Finley feel. <br><br>He had been joking about the love potion, but that was a good thing it wasn't spiked. That would have been humiliating if Finley had only felt such because of a prank. Yes, Orion thought, let's do it again. Seeing how people were coming to the scuffle, closer to the lake and to them, Orion grew even more fixed on the tempting idea of going back to the dorm room. He suggested: <em>Hey, Finn. Let's go back. I'm sure no one's at our room.</em><br><br>He stood to his feet, offering Finn a hand, giving a mischievous wink and a grin. He definitely wanted more privacy at this point.<br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>18-05-2018, 05:40:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1c/Lyre_Sly_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118339#msg14118339)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Maple, Dragon Heartstring, 13 in, Unbending, literally glowing<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Slytherin 3rd Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Friday, September 29th, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Bonfire, Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Anger.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Jaxon, Moray, Xerxes! Fergus, Alyssa, Valerie!</em> <br><hr><br>Damn it, no sales with Xerxes present. Moray and Xerxes even got what Lyre came for, with him ending up with the flask he didn't want. He flushed pink in the face, getting fed up. Was this flask cursed or something? Why was it always returned to his hand? He traded Moray the flask for the joint and finally inhaled that sweet smoke before the shouts from Alyssa sliced the air, who had fallen into the lake with a loud splash. <br><br>Alyssa went for her wand, about to strike a dumb Hufflepuff first year and Valerie who looked ready for a duel.<br><br>"Oh god!" Lyre sneered with disgust, his temper flaring just as well. With all this commotion, he surely can't buy any weed. He shouted Alyssa's name, walking up to her, a prefect and his superior, a woman he often looked up to and admired. "Don't <em>looose</em> your head." <br><br>He muttered an incantation for the Hot-Air charm, doing a complicated wave of the glowing wand, and firing a jet of hot air at Alyssa, steaming and drying out her robes and hair. At least the part that wasn't still submerged in the lake. Lyre trudged through the shallow water to her side, to show her that getting a little wet was nothing to get troubled over. He chuckled at the humor of it all and stared fiery daggers at Fergus and Valerie. "Uh, you can bugger off now. You've been enough help."<br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>18-05-2018, 11:11:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/ploetzlichmeerjungfrau/images/e/e4/Phoebe-tonkin-at-cw-cbs-and-showtime-2013-summer-tca-party_1.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140610190904&amp;path-prefix=de)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Valerie Beaumont <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Suit like clothing with a long grey coat, describable as militaristic in design <br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Aspen, Dragon, 8<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 1st year <br><strong>Date</strong>: September 29th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Bonefire, lakeside<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Confrontational <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> GM Event<br><hr><br>Valarie did not flinch, move, or break eye contact as Lyre did what he felt he needed to do. She felt he wasn't stupid enough to join in on a fight Alyssa started, and if he is, well then he is accepting the punishment that will come with this. Valerie already understood that she could be the one in trouble, she has seen how pureblood can use their influence to bury things like this. One big difference, this is to public. She was willing to take her chances.<br><br>So long as Alyssa has her wand up so does Valerie. This is the way Madame taught her, she used to have to hold the wand up for increasing increments of time without letting it drop; and she was always warned 'don't drop your wand if you do, you might just die.' The only time she was allowed to drop her wand if an instructor told her to stop. <br><br>She continued to ignore Lyre keeping eye contact with the now partly dry Alyssa "You should apologize to Fergus, to get mad at someone for an accident is bitchy, and to call someone filthy for being a half-blood is tactless and shows a lack of creativity; but to draw your weapon on a fellow student. All because you have such little self control that you become enraged from an irksome experience, That shows lack of character. You should prove that you have any grace and dignity by making amends for this foolish action." Her voice is level the entire time she is talking, more like a lecture or debate than an impassioned speech. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>18-05-2018, 16:47:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/7yfnvN7.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Jaywant "Jay" Chaudhari (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14149488#msg14149488)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Pictured.<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Maple wood, with a core of Unicorn Hair, 13¼ inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, 4th<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 29 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Bonfire, Black Lake shore<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Drama/Defusing tension<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Culture Club - Do You Really Want To Hurt Me (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2nXGPZaTKik)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Fergus, Alyssa, Valerie, Lyre, Open (GM Event)<br><br><hr><br>Jay loved bonfire parties. They were relaxing and generally went smoothly with little drama. But then he heard a loud, recognizably high-pitched and annoying voice not far from him, saying something quite... daring and provocative. The culprit was Alyssa Nott, who he didn't know well, but knew of her and witches like her. He let out a long sigh, observing the scene, for the first time noticing the young lad she was angry at, probably a clueless first year. <br><br><em>The only filthy one is you covered in butterbeer you pure-blood supremacist slag,</em> Jay thought, staring at Alyssa with contempt. What followed only made him burst out laughing. He couldn't help it, even though he knew Alyssa was a Slytherin Prefect and all that. Karma did seem to exist after all, what a night this turned out to be. She was now wet and disgusting after falling into the lake because of the lad. The fiery look in her eyes made Jay stop laughing right away though, especially when she took out her wand and pointed it at the lad. <br><br>Before he could do anything, a witch he didn't know stepped in, probably a first year too, maybe a friend of the lad. Valerie had taken out her wand and looked ready to fight. <em>What is this? Duel club?</em> Jay wondered, grinning. A big Slytherin lad named Lyre then stepped in, trying to calm Alyssa down, drying her robe with a quick spell, before telling the kids to bugger off. <em>What a bell-end,</em> Jay thought, looking at the 6'2" student with an unimpressed look on his face. <br><br>He quickly glanced behind the Slytherins at Fergus, not actually knowing who he was, but still tried to remember his name. "You alright, huh, Curly?" he asked him, but didn't wait for a response before turning towards Valerie and pleading her with an intense look to stand down. "You got a death wish, mate?" he muttered between his teeth, after Valerie went on a tedious moralizing tirade towards Alyssa. He then faced Alyssa and Lyre again, expecting a hex coming his way at any moment. <em>Will I die and be known as "Jaywant the first years protector, first of his name"?</em> he wondered, offering them his brightest smile. <br><br>"How about everyone relaxes, yeah? You two stay here playing '<acronym title="Wordplay on the game snakes and ladders; Laddie means a small lad/guy referring to the 1st years; Snakes are Slytherins&quot;">snakes and laddies</acronym>' with some other unfortunate souls while these two," he started, then moving his chin to refer to Valerie and Fergus, "will come follow me to the other side and won't be in your way anymore? Wow, it's almost like, I'm a genius, right? Bloody hell, ha, who would've thought?"<br><br>He had a quick dry self-mocking laugh, before grinning and pivoting 180 degrees on his heels. He then slowly started walking towards Valerie and Fergus, hoping they'd just follow him without making this more complicated than it already was. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>18-05-2018, 16:52:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/70/FinleyRav5.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same as picture, with jeans and black Converse <br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Fir | Dragon | 12 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 29 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake Bonfire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Who doesn't like a bonfire? <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Breaking Benjamin - Psycho (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Y_a0PWlBr8)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Orion <br><hr><br>Perhaps in their short month of getting to know one another, Orion had learned enough about Finley to know that pulling him from a potential confrontation was probably for the best. Finley was a hothead and short-tempered, namely about things and people he cared about. If anyone had threatened Orion with their wand, he'd have foolishly gotten between the two of them, without his own means of defending himself. Which very likely would have gotten him killed. His aunt often remarked that his temper would be the end of him. Maybe she was right.<br><br>The heat of their kiss had not left Finley, nor had the tingling sensations of his lips. Orion still flavored his mouth and he'd be lying if he claimed he didn't want more. When Orion pulled his attention back to him - not a difficult thing for the boyishly handsome one to do - Finley easily forgot about the kerfuffle happening near the lake. The suggestion that they head back to their room created more questions than answers, as far as he was concerned. What was he hoping to do in their room, while the others were away and they were left alone and to their own devices?<br><br>Finley's grin was enough of a reply, as he shoved himself onto his feet, only taking Orion's hand in his own after he'd gotten up. His fingers laced through Orion's as he walked with his dorm mate back to their dorm at Ravenclaw tower. <br><br><hr><div align="center">To be continued... (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=286073.msg14153075#msg14153075)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>20-05-2018, 01:10:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Iain_Gryff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Iain McGregor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14003054#msg14003054)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Hoodie and pair of jeans (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6e/64/74/6e6474f2ffe1ead0bd02b6ae04c356df.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 12-inch cypress with a hippogriff feather core<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 29th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake Bonfire <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Just like a tap, Lyre ran hot and cold. Iain never could figure out if it was some kind of bipolar issue, his family or just his nature. Most of the time Lyre was amazing to be around. He was clever, witty, and even romantic. The other times were...odd and Iain couldn't quite explain them. As Lyre embraced him, Iain smelled his intoxicating aroma. It was nearly a drug to Iain and certainly involuntarily aroused him. It was one thing Lyre held over him - Iain found Lyre irresistible. He watched silently as Lyre walked away.<br><br>It wasn't long before a ruckus started.<br><br>Iain's attention, like many, was now centered on Alyssa Nott, Slytherin 6th year. The epitome of entitled bitch if there ever was one...though Iain was too much a gentleman to ever say it out loud. Seemed like some first year flubbed. Iain didn't recognize the kid - Hufflepuff was a guess. Iain couldn't help but laugh out loud and Alyssa's predicament. Probably served her right. Immediately the tensions escalated far faster than logically should have. It was a damn bonfire party with a relaxing vibe.<br><br>It got interestingly hilarious when a First Year stepped in to challenge Alyssa - a Sixth Year. Iain gave credit to Valerie who seemed to have balls, even though she was light years outmatched. What was Valerie going to do? Levitate Alyssa? Iain looked around for a Hufflepuff upper-classman. If a First Year Gryffindor was being picked on by a higher year of another House, Iain would have jumped in to level the playing field. Were all Hufflepuff really that placated to just let this happen?<br><br>Iain watched as Lyre intervened - not a House Prefect, but definitely an influential Slytherin. <br><br>It didn't look like the Slytherin First Year Valerie was backing down. As the scene unfolded, fellow Gryffindor Jay seemed to stick his nose into the fight. Now it was getting more interesting, but not in an interesting that Iain liked. He took another swig of his drink and continued watching without engaging.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>20-05-2018, 01:18:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b4/Xerxes_Sly_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Xerxes Taylor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999400#msg13999400)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Cardigan, shirt, jeans and glasses (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/cf/c8/2b/cfc82bb49a5d3b7f74ba6182c26bb0fc.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggle born<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Walnut with Veela hair core, 10 inches, pliable<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 1st year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 29th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake Bonfire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Moray<br><hr><br>Xerxes didn't take Moray seriously when she mentioned his corruption. While there was definitely a dark thread in Slytherin House, Xerxes really wasn't interested in it. Xerxes also found Slytherin to be resourceful, clever, and strategic. They were laudable traits which he would aspire to achieve.<br><br>"H...hi. Nice to meet you." Xerxes returned to Jaxon and looked at the joint. "Oh...no th...thanks." Xerxes said with a smile. He wasn't a prude, but didn't imbibe. "You're a Gryffindor." Xerxes said confidently. "Fourth Year." Before he could turn to Lyre, something seemed amiss with a group of students. Lyre walked away to get a closer look. Xerxes watched as wands were pulled ready for a fight. He recognized a Slytherin Prefect as an aggressor and two others in the same year as him - a Hufflepuff and a Slytherin. "Is it always like this? Do you ta...take bets?" Xerxes turned to Moray and Jaxon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>20-05-2018, 03:27:37</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">GM Plot Event</span></strong></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTM1ODAwMDc2NF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMjUzNzg3MQ@@._V1_UY317_CR14,0,214,317_AL_.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Fergus Sacheverell<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual (http://cdn.abclocal.go.com/images/otrc/2010/photos/130723-galleryimg-startraks-to-do-list-premiere-samberg.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff 1st Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday September 29th, 2017.<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Bon Fire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Confrontation<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Tension/ Persona 5 soundtrack (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hQkHb47G-L4&amp;list=PLkEWWbyS3nIgFIryf0moadIgDYu7Q05pe&amp;index=12)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open to anyone interested in GM Plot</div><br><br><div class="floatright">(https://dvdbash.files.wordpress.com/2013/09/buffy-sarah-michelle-gellar-dvdbash141.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Alyssa Not<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White shirt and jeans (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e5/bb/bf/e5bbbfe8e51526142ca1140ee8135c9b.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure-blood<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin 6th Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday September 29th, 2017.<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Bon Fire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Confrontation<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Tension/ Persona 5 soundtrack (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hQkHb47G-L4&amp;list=PLkEWWbyS3nIgFIryf0moadIgDYu7Q05pe&amp;index=12)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open to anyone interested in GM Plot</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br><br>The moment went from tense to almost a full blown catastrophe as a brazen slytherin first year of all thing stood in the way and drew her wand back at Alyssa. There wasn't a look of shook that over took the slytherin prefect, just a narrowing of her eyes as her features took a sneer gazing at the cocky and arrogant upstart. Alyssa didn't just stay sitting in the lake she'd push herself up and her gaze would remained glued to Valerie. <br><br>"You have <em>some</em> nerve raising your wand to me like some dueling champion, do you even know how to use that." Alyssa asked, her voice was filled with sarcasm and it couldn't be clearer that the sixth year prefect's mood had only been soured further. For the moment her focus was entirely off of Fergus as the brazen first year stared her down.<br><br>The moment was broken up however as another Slytherin, this time a third year...Lyre Savage a pure-blood from a respectable enough family came and showed both he understood loyalty and sense. In a few moments her shirt was dried as was her hair, which was considerate of the young man. It was unnecessary, as Alyssa was more then capable. Still, it was appreciated, and with a huff of air she turned her gaze briefly away from Valerie to gaze to Lyre.<br><br>"Thank you Savage." She replied, her voice holding it's tension, but considerable softer as she spoke.<br><br>Then that brazen first year who thought she'd stand up to Alyssa spoke, and just like that any good Lyre did was undone by that girl. Her eyes narrowed further as she stepped from the lake her eyes on Fergus.<br><br>"You <em>sure</em> you're a slytherin, your self righteousness is as nauseating as a gryffindor's." She said lifting her left hand opposite her wand hair back over her hair and pushing it behind her ear. "I'm not going to apologize to Fergus for having his drink spilt on me, <em>nor</em> for being pushed into the lake, <em>I've</em> done nothing wrong." she said. Her wand was still pointed at Valerie but, the blind fury she had felt in the moment had considerable reduced, instead the prefect was now gazing at the first year with cool calculating eyes. Was there actions she had taken that other students wouldn't approve of. Calling him filthy? Certainly, but that was really rather their problem wasn't it? They could be distressed about it all they wanted, Alyssa wasn't going to be. <br><br>Naturally whenever there was a student in trouble or in over their head a gryffindor would inevitably stick their nose into it and play the role of hero. Naturally now that Valerie was the one who probably needed to be rescued, low and behold a gryffindor appeared. This one however, had the use of a functioning head, and rather than provoking Alyssa was trying to get them away from the trouble they had placed themselves in. <em>Clever</em><br><br>Fergus was only to happy to agree nodding his head and starting to walk away, he didn't want any part of what was happening. It would end badly for him no matter how he looked at it.<br><br>"Absolutely, <em>The bumbling one</em> will get what's coming to him anyway," Alyssa said, with a mocking reply. Though the first years were new, it wouldn't take them long to learn that Alyssa held grudges. "But now I want an apology from Ms. Beaumont. So if you would kindly lower your wand, and apologize I'd be happy to let you go, I'm a reasonable woman after all." She said, her voice cold as she spoke, and a grin took her features as she spoke.<br><br>Did Alyssa expect the first year would have a sudden stroke of common sense? Not at all, and she intentionally was provoking her. A slytherin should have more sense, Alyssa didn't have a problem teaching it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>20-05-2018, 06:03:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/JigRCJ0.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Moray Morrigan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999176#msg13999176)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Skinny jeans, simple t-shirt, sneakers<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood,<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 15 inch Beech, Kelpie hair core, rigid. There is a slight twist to the wand and one single groove curved along the wand. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 29th ,2017,<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Bonfire<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On a log<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Star Gazing<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Talking to Xerxes and Jaxon, watching the GM event, mentioning Valerie, Alyssa and Darcy!<br><hr><br>Moray smiled as Jaxon didn't mind her taking the joint from him, smiled at Xerxes refused the offer of a joint. She frowned as Lyre traded the flask for the joint, it was pretty good stuff, she was feeling sufficiently happy that she really didn't give a shit about anything tonight. <br><br>The sound of splashing made her laugh, “Alyssa first in the lake, attagirl.” She grinned giving a quick cheer before realizing that shit was about to hit the fan. “Oh...never mind.” She shrugged slightly, finishing off her flask. “Alyssa is grade A bitch, how she became prefect is anyone's guess.” She made the gesture for a blowjob. <br><br>She looked at Xerxes as he asked if they take bets, “There's no bet on this one Alyssa is going to destroy that girl, isn't she a Slytherin?” Moray smirked slightly, “Well, she's gotta learn sometimes, you make nice with the older students or they make your life hell. I should know I use to be on Alyssa's bad side, helpful hint Xer, never date a Hufflepuff they are nothing but trouble wrapped in niceness.” <br><br>Turning back to Jaxon she pouted, “Speaking of Bumblebees.... I hear you're banging one. Caught yourself a first year...” She looked around. “So where is she?” She grinned teasing Jaxon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>20-05-2018, 07:46:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/ploetzlichmeerjungfrau/images/e/e4/Phoebe-tonkin-at-cw-cbs-and-showtime-2013-summer-tca-party_1.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140610190904&amp;path-prefix=de)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Valerie Beaumont <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Suit like clothing with a long grey coat, describable as militaristic in design <br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Aspen, Dragon, 8<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: (Unknown house, missed the event I think) 1st year <br><strong>Date</strong>: September 29th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Bonefire, lakeside<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Confrontational <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> GM Event<br><hr><br>Not what she expected, before she had been in the right. Regardless of her posturing she drew a wand on a student, that was and still is a foolish decision. Instead of realizing that she just deflected. Now it is turned back at her. If she continues it is only out of pride and not in the defense of another, if she doesn't she defies everything she has learned at this point. This effectively makes it that any name she might gain from a fight is a shadow of what it could have been. In short she got to greedy.<br><br>Besides that her chances at a fight are non existent at this point, prior to it didn't matter if she won or lost. Now the only benefit is in victory, being the one who stood up to this bitch and gave her, her just desserts wouldn't be horrible but it is clear now that a victory is impossible maybe that's what madame meant on her goodbye party. 'There are many lessons I can't teach you because I love you and I want to see you succeed and more importantly survive. These lessons hurt the most and if you are smart, and you are that, it will hurt on the inside not the outside.'<br><br>Valerie is left with one option, she hates herself for it as with an internal cringe she lowers her wand placing it back out of hand in its spot without breaking eye contact. This next part she really is gonna hate, well not this next part but the one right after. This part is the only thing she has, that is that she is unarmed so the tables are turned back again. Any action she takes outside of words will be negative for her. "An apology from me? Very well, I'm sorry people who use slurs are allotted any respect, I'm sorry that someone with such a vile disposition made it to Prefect, and I'm sorry I had to abandon the Madames training so quickly. That's all of the apologies I have."<br><br>This is the part she is going to really hate. There isn't anything left for Valerie to say, she made her peace which Alyssa rejected, now she has made her last point. She could stay longer and bicker back and forth but that will just end up making her look bad and bitchy like Alyssa. Her stomach turned and twisted and her pride hurts as she turns around, leaving her back open like a target to Alyssa. Her teeth grit but her outwards appearance is level headed and cool. Granted that is taking all the willpower she has as she walks away at a casual pace to show she isn't afraid, she is just wounded. Heading roughly in the direction of Fergus keeping Alyssa's line of sight on him broken. Valerie's pride is certainly hurt, it's likely that she will not get the chance to duel her and win while they are in school, Alyssa is far more experienced. She will have to be smarter, and less rash for now on, and some will hopefully think more favorably of her. This is a starting point for her on her way to the top, it wasn't the jump she had hoped for but she made her stance known despite the crushing feeling of her ego taking a couple shots she feels good about what she did.<br><br>She wonders to herself as she walks away, doing her best to get Fergus away, does she know that the blood that makes her think she is so special becomes more diluted every generation? Does she find the eventuality of either inbreeding to the point of mutation or interbreeding with muggles and half-bloods more preferable? Is she afraid of when their ivory towers lie in ruin? She should be, because when that time comes that will be when Valerie will seize her power.<br><br>=Valerie leaves the scene guiding Fergus away (if he wants to) so long as she isn't stopped=<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>20-05-2018, 09:14:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img.fstatic.com/537zH1_yItXsEr422YtnH7C8OXo=/full-fit-in/290x478/https://cdn.fstatic.com/media/artists/avatar/2016/05/max-thieriot_a10552.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Jaxon<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> nice pants and a button up<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Billywig Stinger, 10.5<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, 4th <br><strong>Date</strong>: September 30th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> the one-eyed witch passage <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lyre<br><hr><br>Jaxon got a message from Lyre in the morning asking for the usual at their meeting place inside of the one-eyed witch passage, he gathered up what he had to sell and at their usual time, which is around 3ish, he made his way to the spot.<br><br>Jaxon was the first one there, he needed some cash and didn't want to miss Lyre. He was the only one in the pass so he took some puffs from a hash pen he got earlier in the month and waited. <br><br>He starts reading a book on magical fungus. What a strange and weird thing fungus is, even in the muggle world fungus can kill or cure. They spread via spores and that fungus has more in common with animals rather than plants. It's weird shit, and a great read stoned. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>20-05-2018, 16:23:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1f/Lyre_Sly_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118339#msg14118339)<br><strong>Wearing: </strong>Deluxe (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/e0/69/7d/e0697d6fd9c9122a160ddc91e7b87f76--suit-green-dark-green-suit-men.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Maple, Dragon Heartstring, 13 in, Unbending, literally glowing<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Slytherin 3rd Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Saturday, September 30th, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> One-Eyed Witch Passage<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational.<br><strong>THEME:</strong> Metal Melody (https://youtu.be/1OdTWnOdK4A)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Jaxon Smith!</em> <br><hr><br>Most of Lyre's mind was preoccupied with tonight's dinner date with Iain McGregor, obsessing over "al dente" as if it were a magical incantation. If only. He wasn't too proud a pureblood, he can do it as Muggles do: by his own hand. <br><br>Down underground, in the tunnel that would be an hour's walk to the cellar of Honeydukes Sweetshop, water dripped as Lyre Savage strolled, a hand caressing the wall. It tickled him just to think that several yards away might have been the Chamber of Secrets worthy of Slytherin, Voldemort, and Potter. He so wished he could take a gander inside, but they sealed off the entrance in the bathroom where Moaning Myrtle haunted and wailed. If he were so moved, he might blast a way into the Chamber... but he was no mason or architect, and didn't want to fuck with the nether structures that held up Hogwarts. Perhaps he would figure it out in his fifth year. This was the place where he regularly met Jaxon ever since his first year, so he was not as spooked by its darkness as he used to be. His wand gave off an eerie glow as he went down a very familiar route. Following the unmistakable fragrance of pot, he found Jaxon reading a book in no time. <br><br>With a gentle movement, he raised its cover to see what it contained, "Fungus? If you're studying to grow shrooms, I'll buy that too. Gladly."<br><br>He unpocketed the usual amount of cash for the bag o' weed. "Sorry about last night."<br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>20-05-2018, 20:06:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img.fstatic.com/537zH1_yItXsEr422YtnH7C8OXo=/full-fit-in/290x478/https://cdn.fstatic.com/media/artists/avatar/2016/05/max-thieriot_a10552.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Jaxon<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> nice pants and a button up<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Billywig Stinger, 10.5<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, 4th <br><strong>Date</strong>: September 30th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> the one-eyed witch passage <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lyre<br><hr><br>Jaxon chuckles, mostly at his shrooms comment but partly without Lyre's knowledge, at his green suit; the guy really loves his house. "Something tells me bringing hallucinogens into the the school would lead to expulsion, hit me up this summer I might have some." Jaxon closed the book putting it back into his bag "did you know fungus uses digestive juices? Fucking things are weird."<br><br>The pot that Lyre was smoking was from the bags he brought, the puff coming from Jaxon's lungs is from hash, which is weed concentrate essentially, that has very little smell and smells very different than pot which makes it a fan of apartment stoners and students everywhere. "Don't worry about the bonfire, last night was buggered, I got some new product for you to try" he extends the device over to Lyre without taking the cash yet, giving Lyre the chance to change his purchase if he wishes. "finally got a hash guy."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>20-05-2018, 21:46:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1f/Lyre_Sly_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118339#msg14118339)<br><strong>Wearing: </strong>Deluxe (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/e0/69/7d/e0697d6fd9c9122a160ddc91e7b87f76--suit-green-dark-green-suit-men.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Maple, Dragon Heartstring, 13 in, Unbending, literally glowing<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Slytherin 3rd Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Saturday, September 30th, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> One-Eyed Witch Passage<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational. Trade.<br><strong>THEME:</strong> Metal Melody (https://youtu.be/1OdTWnOdK4A)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Jaxon Smith!</em> <br><hr><br>The Slytherin looked at the Gryffindor, stupefied, when he mentioned digestive juices. Down here. In a soaked tunnel. It was enough to make the man want to ralph but tilt his head as well. He did not know that weird fact. He moved on when Jaxon mentioned the words: new product. Lyre Savage never had hash before. Seeing that was what Jaxon was smoking and how little-smelling it was, he grew suspicious yet the more intrigued with the device he took. He smoked it, which burned quite pure. He muttered with a hesitant, resistant scowl, a cat purring with curiosity. "Is it even green...? Never mind that, uh I'll take it," Lyre handed over the cash. "Annnd! I come bringing giftsss." <br><br>He handed over a parchment brochure and unraveled, unfolded, a moving visual of an ancient Diagon Alley and the many secret passageways below and above ground. The map may not be as old as Diagon Alley for it seemed recently charmed and ornately illustrated but it was certainly older than Lyre's grandfather, at least that was what he was told. "I understand that this is one of those nifty things that interest you, no?"<br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Sakura</strong> on <strong>21-05-2018, 00:35:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/2c3a29abc43fb2317f178025b2ce893c/tumblr_n5zu77xORH1qf3y59o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Sasha Shackelthorn (NPC)<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Photo<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | 6th<br><strong>Date</strong>: Sept 29th, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening | Friday.<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Bon fire off to the side<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Observation, Inner thoughts. <br>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Beyonce - 7/11 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CBy-vTY3aOU)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> No one | Mentioning lots of people<br><hr><br>Sasha didn't think this party was going to get any better. Not only were the guys not hot, they were boring as fuck. Though she couldn't deny that she wasn't looking for some attention. Especially with the type of body she had and all the work she had done to maintain it. Confidence bleed through her beautiful tan skin. The music alone was something to be desired. However, just like her firey personality, the fire itself called to her. The type of people that gathered around these types of things were also fun to watch even though most of them were boring as fuck. <br><br>In a corner a little further from the fire, dark brown eyes watched it's sinister glow, and then shifted towards the host of the party. Aaric Balor and his side hoe Xual. For youngins they were more delicious of the bunch. Though if they wanted to hit that she'd be more than willing to try them out. Yet, she wasn't about to move from her spot. Not when the sound of Aylssa's voice rang like thunder. Bitch was at it again. Girl needed to put her ass in a bubble of some kind. She was surprised no one put a fist to her face, though if you asked Sasha if she had a Quaffle, she'd be more than happy to smack it at her face. The idea alone left a grin upon her face. Poor Fergus. <br><br>That wasn't the most exciting part of the night, someone needed to take that stick up out of that first years ass, what was the bitch's name? Val-something? That was paying too much attention to a no one.&nbsp; Girl too needed a serious beat down, thinking she was high and mighty, taking on a 6th year. <em>Please sign your death wish early.</em> <em>Please</em>. Who would you rather have in a fire fight, a first year only just learning magic, or a 6th year who has only just started to perfect her magic? Even though Sasha couldn't stand the bitch, she'd put all her money on Alyssa. Sasha almost wished it was her that the first year stepped up to. Sasha would be more than happy to put her in her place. <em>Permanently</em>. <br><br>Sasha continued to sip her juice in silence as she watched on in amusement. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>21-05-2018, 00:45:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img.fstatic.com/537zH1_yItXsEr422YtnH7C8OXo=/full-fit-in/290x478/https://cdn.fstatic.com/media/artists/avatar/2016/05/max-thieriot_a10552.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Jaxon<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> nice pants and a button up<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Billywig Stinger, 10.5<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, 4th <br><strong>Date</strong>: September 30th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> the one-eyed witch passage <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lyre<br><hr><br>He looked at the map with some suspicion. Why is Lyre giving him this? They certainly haven't always been the best of friends. However, Jaxon nature is driven by his curiosity it's a core piece of what makes him adventurous. That curiosity takes over suspicion especially when it involves someone he knows well like Lyre regardless of their ups and downs. He takes the items from Lyre's hands spending a good minute examining the items, for a brief moment it is as though Lyre doesn't exist, something he would probably be used to by now. <br><br>"Thank you." He finally said placing the item neatly in his bag and pulling out a second pen and lightly tossing it to him. "Don't hit that thing like a joint, a good gram joint will get you about 100 milligrams of THC a gram of hash has 700 or more depending on what kind it is and what type of flower they used to make it."<br><br>Jaxon still takes his weed money, like he said he needed some cash, he threw a gram in with the pen. He still felt like the gift was overly kind and wanted to be able to give back something for the item. "Seriously I appreciate the map let me know if you think of a way to pay it back."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>21-05-2018, 00:51:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img.fstatic.com/537zH1_yItXsEr422YtnH7C8OXo=/full-fit-in/290x478/https://cdn.fstatic.com/media/artists/avatar/2016/05/max-thieriot_a10552.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Jaxon<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> nice pants and a button up<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Billywig Stinger, 10.5<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, 4th <br><strong>Date</strong>: September 29th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake Bonfire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational (to start)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lyre, Moray, Xerxes <br><hr><br><br>Jaxon quickly moves the joint away from Xerxes and he puts it like a pencil on his ear. He is about getting people what they want not forcing anything on anybody.<br><br>Jaxon busted out laughing when she fell into the lake, or at least noticed she fell into a lake "get wrecked bitch." He does show some concern when she is facing off against a first year. The others started jokingly taking bets and Jaxon was about to speak up when Valerie starts walking away "eh, looks like no action tonight. Might be for the best. Guess its Alyssa's board, I don't think she's gonna do anything but hey who fucking knows with someone like that right. Hopefully for that Valerie girl she doesn't she may be a bitch but she can duel."<br><br>His attention is turned away from the conflict back at Moray talking about Darcy he chuckled and in a sarcastic tone he says "Don't go getting jealous now." He laughs "I don't know where she is, I've mostly been by this lake."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>21-05-2018, 01:26:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1f/Lyre_Sly_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118339#msg14118339)<br><strong>Wearing: </strong>Deluxe (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/e0/69/7d/e0697d6fd9c9122a160ddc91e7b87f76--suit-green-dark-green-suit-men.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Maple, Dragon Heartstring, 13 in, Unbending, literally glowing<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Slytherin 3rd Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Saturday, September 30th, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> One-Eyed Witch Passage<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational. Trade.<br><strong>THEME:</strong> Metal Melody (https://youtu.be/1OdTWnOdK4A)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Jaxon Smith!</em> <br><hr><br>"I always learn a thing or two from you, Jax!" Lyre looked impressed with the hash. <br><br>When Jaxon said to let him know if he thought of a way to be repaid, his mind went admittedly to dirty places. Maybe his subconscious was just being funny? He side-eyed uncomfortably to the wall, trying to think of something actually useful. "Um...!" But he could think of nothing else but kisses and "Umm..." and wavering breaths.<br><br>"Ah, don't sweat it. I have my own copy. Karma may be a bitch, they say, but she's the best in bed." <br>The tunnel echoed with his lyrical laughter. <br><br>"I know I look like your run-of-the-mill random Slytherin. Wasn't always this way," he looked off suddenly in the darkness, at his sunny childhood's innocence before his family eviscerated it and made it dry shed snakeskin. The pale faces and black sapphire eyes of the Savages haunted him. Because of them, his inner child was a husk that no longer tasted sweet. He thought of Iain, noble lawful sweetheart, almost smiling at the dream of his boyish face, almost chagrin at their game. Maybe dinner date tonight was going to be different, and he'd get a glimpse of his old self again. Or maybe it wasn't, and he'd get an ugly look in the mirror. There he went, getting sad again. "At least down here, I can be myself for a minute. But uh--" <br><br>He glanced at his wristwatch but not really looking, he just didn't want to look so weak. If he wasn't going to be weak around Moray and Iain, he wasn't about to be weak around Jaxon either. "--I should be getting back to my savagery. Gotta show everyone I eat hearts for dinner. This hash shall make it easier, so thank you." <br><br>He raised his pen like he was making a toast at a wedding, feeling quite a fool.<br><br>Lyre Savage didn't normally meet and leave men in a tunnel, so... he looked back and thought of another thing to say.<br>"If you ever need anything, send me an owl or whatever. Really. I don't mind."<br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>21-05-2018, 02:16:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img.fstatic.com/537zH1_yItXsEr422YtnH7C8OXo=/full-fit-in/290x478/https://cdn.fstatic.com/media/artists/avatar/2016/05/max-thieriot_a10552.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Jaxon<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> nice pants and a button up<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Billywig Stinger, 10.5<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, 4th <br><strong>Date</strong>: September 30th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> the one-eyed witch passage <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lyre<br><hr><br>"Lyre." Jaxon said facing him, his eyes narrowed and his brow sharpened. This may be the first time Lyre had seen Jaxon serious, it's a rare sight, and not angry that's something he had seen often. Jaxon looks at him with dagger like eyes cutting through the air of bullshit that usually follows them. He pulls a cigarette out of his pack and lights it taking a long slow drag, the smoke rises in front of his face before he takes a couple steps forward, the smoke rolls off the back of his shoulders. Jaxon had something to say to Lyre, maybe it's something he has never heard before, maybe it's something that Lyre will hate Jaxon for forever. Still he felt it had to be said and if anything is true about Jaxon is he does what he feels he should.<br><br>"I have never cared about your house, just like I have never cared about your blood or your family. I find you use these as crutches and its tedious." He takes another long drag of his cigarette letting the smoke blow forward then move behind him as he keeps moving closer to Lyre "You speak as if you don't have a choice but the truth is you have always had the choice. So far you have made the choice to stay in line, to follow the path that was made for you. You should know I think better of you than that."<br><br>It is no shock that Jaxon believes in breaking the lines and from the tone of his voice and known attitude of Jaxon he isn't suggesting that Lyre become a good guy more just wanting lyre to pick what he wants to do. "So you speak of things as of you don't have the choice, but we both know that's bullshit even if you have tried to convince yourself it isn't."<br><br>He moves closer to him now face to face as Jaxon takes another long drag "You have the tools to be whatever you want to be, so whatever you end up being is your choice it lies on no one's shoulders but your own." Jaxon doesn't know why he felt he had to say that but he did, he pulls out another cigarette offering one to Lyre as he keeps eye contact.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>21-05-2018, 03:32:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1f/Lyre_Sly_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118339#msg14118339)<br><strong>Wearing: </strong>Deluxe (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/e0/69/7d/e0697d6fd9c9122a160ddc91e7b87f76--suit-green-dark-green-suit-men.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Maple, Dragon Heartstring, 13 in, Unbending, literally glowing<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Slytherin 3rd Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Saturday, September 30th, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> One-Eyed Witch Passage<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational. Trade.<br><strong>THEME:</strong> Metal Melody (https://youtu.be/1OdTWnOdK4A)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Jaxon Smith!</em> <br><hr><br>A chill ran down his arms. Jaxon was serious and close, face to face. Lyre took the cigarette.&nbsp; <br><br>He made a throaty chuckle and fought back the urge to intimidate. <em>You misunderstand. What if I want to be a Savage?</em> <br>This he would normally say. <em>What if I really see no other choice, no other tools? What then?</em> He blinked calmly. <br><br>Instead, Lyre said, "Jaxon. You're right, I have no one to blame but myself. And I've always taken responsibility for my ugliness." <br><br><em>But sometimes, we find choices are taken away from us. That's why curses are unforgivable. <br>That's what Father would say, and with a flick of a wand... tortured until it was made clear <br>what would happen if I was no longer a part of this family. Of course, I made my choice!<br>But Jaxon was right, the false sense of loyalty and security? A crutch, and so very tedious.</em><br><br>The thought of his father using the Cruciatus curse on him ... was something he had to overcome <br>and forget. If he wanted to be happy. His finger wily tapped the cigarette; then he placed it in <br>between his lips. He liked Jaxon being this close. He wasn't feared at all. That was good. Important. <br>Here he was, eye to eye. No bullshit, no hostility, and all Lyre could do was ask him for a light.<br>&nbsp;<br>His heart pounded. Jaxon was never this close before. Just a few inches away. <br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Sakura</strong> on <strong>21-05-2018, 04:26:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0a/Scylla_Rave_6.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> <span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Papyrus;" class="bbc_font">Scylla Cromwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14058728#msg14058728)</span></span><br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/bf/06/6c/bf066c8b372075d21bd95ca679920000.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 9 ¾ | Pine | Rougarou Hair<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | First Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: 29 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening | Friday<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> In the Owlry looking out at the bonfire site<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Cold feet <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Daughtry - Spaceship (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CIFwE_teUi8)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> No one | Mentioning Orion and Xual<br><hr><br>It was an hour after the fact. She decided not to go. Not sure why she had gotten cold feet. Didn't know if it was the fact that there would be a lot of people she didn't know or the fact being around people made her nervous. She wasn't use to it. Even though Orion was nice enough to invite her or didn't get scared away after something cold she said. She felt it might be better for him to be able to spread his wings. Though leaving her be as he went off would upset her in the slightest. However, it was probably more that her brother was there and he was someone she was still desperately trying to avoid. <br><br>Perched up in the owlry she sat, gazing out at the horizon, towards the great lakes where the beautiful blazing fire lite the sky. It's orange and yellow hues coloring the night sky. It wasn't big but she was in a good place she could see it's glow. Catch the little speck of people littering the place. It was just her and the elements. The sound of soft music filled her thoughts. Since muggle electronics didn't work at Hogwarts, she had a different means, a magic music box with some songs that caught her attention. Of course her choice of music was a soft alternative rock. Something that would never pass with her grandmother. It made her feel so dirty to listen to it at the same time it soothed and liberated her. <br><br>So even though she had dressed herself up nicely. A black fitted top, a blazer, with jeans and heels covered her tall frame. A simple outfit for a large gathering. She wanted to still look good while keeping herself from standing out too much, she didn't want to risk the idea of attracting unwanted attention as flattering as most would find it, Scylla wasn't really a woman on the nurturing side. She'd make more enemies than friends she was sure. Much of her house she barely took the time to get to know, seeing as after she graduated, it would make it easier to part ways. Forming no connections made it easier to walk away because you can't really miss something you don't have right?&nbsp; <br><br>Daughtry's Tennessee Line (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uLQkaKW43pY) played and even though she couldn't really understand. It felt like a journey drifting way from one's past and moving into the future with no regrets. She drew her legs closer to her chest and hugged them, resting her chin upon her knees. How can one move forward and when one was too busy looking back? All she could do was watch from a far. This was enough for her. Wasn't it?<br><br>She had not learned a thing. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>21-05-2018, 04:43:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img.fstatic.com/537zH1_yItXsEr422YtnH7C8OXo=/full-fit-in/290x478/https://cdn.fstatic.com/media/artists/avatar/2016/05/max-thieriot_a10552.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Jaxon<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> nice pants and a button up<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Billywig Stinger, 10.5<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, 4th <br><strong>Date</strong>: September 30th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> the one-eyed witch passage <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lyre<br><hr><br>"Blaming yourself means nothing, blaming others also means nothing. Blame as a whole means nothing." He lifts his lighter igniting the flame which illuminates their faces as he lights Lyre's cigarette "Blame is for the past, you're too clever to be stuck in that."<br><br>He puts his lighter away, and takes another long drag of his cigarette. "What I'm talking about is choice, future actions. That's the only thing you have control over."<br><br>Jaxon takes a step closer, there is barely breathing room between the two now "So Lyre Savage, what will you be? It doesn't matter to me what you pick. Do you want to be the lord of the Savage house? Do you want to be its demise? Do you want to be a farmer in Scotland?" He chuckles slightly easing the tension. "Whatever you chose, choose it and never doubt that it was your choice."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>21-05-2018, 05:10:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1f/Lyre_Sly_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118339#msg14118339)<br><strong>Wearing: </strong>Deluxe (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/e0/69/7d/e0697d6fd9c9122a160ddc91e7b87f76--suit-green-dark-green-suit-men.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Maple, Dragon Heartstring, 13 in, Unbending, literally glowing<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Slytherin 3rd Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Saturday, September 30th, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> One-Eyed Witch Passage<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational. Trade.<br><strong>THEME:</strong> You wish you felt better! You can do no wrong! In my eyes! (https://youtu.be/YU-Bc0a-wmw)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Jaxon Smith!</em> <br><hr><br>"I..." Lyre's eyes lowered to Jaxon's lips, his cock hardened. <em>Did he just say it doesn't matter to him which I picked?</em>&nbsp; <br><br>The world was always pressed and punishing on what choice he made, so for him to say that... That was a total turn-on. <br>Fuck... He thought of tonight's dinner date with Iain, the guy whose approval he so badly wanted. Fuck it. <br>With a flick, his cigarette flew smattering fiery ashes across a wall. "You're talking to a Savage!"<br><br>He pressed his lips into Jaxon's, grabbing the back of his brilliant head with both hands. <br>One small soft kiss stolen after another, he hadn't taken enough. <em>Please don't hate me...</em><br><br><hr>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>21-05-2018, 05:32:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img.fstatic.com/537zH1_yItXsEr422YtnH7C8OXo=/full-fit-in/290x478/https://cdn.fstatic.com/media/artists/avatar/2016/05/max-thieriot_a10552.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Jaxon<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> nice pants and a button up<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Billywig Stinger, 10.5<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, 4th <br><strong>Date</strong>: September 30th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> the one-eyed witch passage <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lyre<br><hr><br>At first Jaxon was confused, but his cock wasn't, the rest of him soon followed suit. <br><br>Jaxon kisses Lyre back a few times before turning him and pushing him against the wall. He flicks the cigarette on the ground in front of him stepping on it and twisting his foot to put it out. <br><br>He takes off his shirt as he walks over to Lyre at a standard pace before putting his hand on the wall next to his head "And you're talking to a Smith, I don't give a shit about your name." He then leans in and kisses Lyre deeply. <br><br>=Moves to private thread=
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>22-05-2018, 05:59:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1f/Lyre_Sly_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118339#msg14118339)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Shirtless<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Maple, Dragon Heartstring, 13 in, Unbending, literally glowing<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Slytherin 3rd Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Saturday, September 30th, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> One-Eyed Witch Passage<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational. Trade.<br><strong>THEME:</strong> <br>You and I Are Guilty Pleasure! <br>No One Else Has Ever Known! (https://youtu.be/Nj6IKIPteuE)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Jaxon Smith!</em> <br><hr><br>Lyre walked with Jaxon on their way out, carrying his undershirt and suit over a shoulder, hiding the Mark of Jaxon. <br><br>"So you're saying that you didn't make the choice to stop me from leaving, and you didn't make the choice to stand <br>face-to-face with me, breathing my air? That's a cop out. You're just as guilty as I am, you wanted me, you seduced <br>me, and that's all I have to say about it." He cracked a smile. This guy... Even though Lyre just said he'd shut up <br>about it, he lied. "Or are you saying that two years ago if I had presented the choice, you'd have taken it? No really. <br>Tell me. What changed?" Lyre waited keenly for his response, but he didn't get his hopes up.<br><br><hr>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>23-05-2018, 00:14:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img.fstatic.com/537zH1_yItXsEr422YtnH7C8OXo=/full-fit-in/290x478/https://cdn.fstatic.com/media/artists/avatar/2016/05/max-thieriot_a10552.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Jaxon<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> nice pants and a button up<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Billywig Stinger, 10.5<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, 4th <br><strong>Date</strong>: September 30th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> the one-eyed witch passage <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lyre<br><hr><br>"Ofcourse I made those choices, I just chose them when the option arose rather than before hand." Jaxon scratched the back of his head trying to find a way to explain what he meant.<br><br>"There's a question that is asked in the muggle world. Think about it without being able to use magic; there is a train coming and there is a split on the tracks you are standing at the switch gate and only have the option to change the direction of the train. If you don't pull the switch two people tied to the tracks will die and if you intervene and change the direction of the train one person tied to that track that wouldn't have died if you hadn't pulled the switch. All I'm saying is that question is really impossible to answer unless you are there standing by the switch gate."<br><br>"So what would I have done two years ago if presented the opportunity? No fucking clue." He lets out a hardy laugh<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>23-05-2018, 01:33:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1f/Lyre_Sly_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118339#msg14118339)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Shirtless<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Maple, Dragon Heartstring, 13 in, Unbending, literally glowing<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Slytherin 3rd Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Saturday, September 30th, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> One-Eyed Witch Passage<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational. Trade.<br><strong>THEME:</strong> <br>You and I Are Guilty Pleasure! <br>No One Else Has Ever Known! (https://youtu.be/Nj6IKIPteuE)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Jaxon Smith!</em> <br><hr><br>Lyre's icy blue eyes studied Jaxon's face. He was authentic, that at least was undeniable. He tried not to show he liked it when Jax talked, scratching the back of his head thinking of the right words to say. Lyre could see that he was a guy who put in effort to be his true self, every time. Very brave, perhaps the bravest Gryffindor of the lot. How surprising. Lyre had been blind to this quite a while, certainly because he was self-absorbed with darkness, but so very glad now he could see. <br><br>"If you asked me, that'd be an easy one." Lyre flashed a ruthless smile. "I'd save who I loved." <br><br><hr>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>23-05-2018, 01:53:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1c/Lyre_Sly_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118339#msg14118339)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Maple, Dragon Heartstring, 13 in, Unbending, literally glowing<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Slytherin 3rd Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Friday, September 29th, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Bonfire, Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Anger.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Alyssa! Xerxes, Moray, Jaxon!</em> <br><hr><br>It was best to leave Alyssa alone, though he was thanked for helping her venomous beauty remain dry and intact. If a Prefect would turn her wand onto two first years, then she wasn't really in a stable state of mind. Especially with the growing realization that everyone at the bonfire party saw how she lost self-control, there was no telling what she would do next. She was unrecognizable. In other words, bitch crazy. <br><br>Maybe just on her period? He shrugged.<br><br>As soon as the would-be victims left unharmed, Lyre backed away quietly and returned to his original group. He gave Moray and Jaxon a look of holy-shit-that-was-rather-interesting annoyance. Then he coolly looked at Xerxes, who he hadn't spent much time with in the last month. This little stuttering dude was the reason he couldn't buy weed tonight but since he was <em>Moray's pet</em>, Lyre chose to play nice. He asked, "Xerxes. How you liking the library?"<br><br>He turned to Moray and asked quietly, "What did Iain say? Ah I shouldn't be asking..."<br><br>He looked at Jaxon next, a face of polite frustration that their business couldn't progress. Life really was shite, he wanted to scream at the lake. His mind resolved to text him in the morning, and they'd discreetly meet up at their usual place like they did for the past two years. Underground.<br><br><hr>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>23-05-2018, 09:45:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img.fstatic.com/537zH1_yItXsEr422YtnH7C8OXo=/full-fit-in/290x478/https://cdn.fstatic.com/media/artists/avatar/2016/05/max-thieriot_a10552.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Jaxon<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> nice pants and a button up<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Billywig Stinger, 10.5<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, 4th <br><strong>Date</strong>: September 30th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> the one-eyed witch passage <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lyre<br><hr><br>Jaxon was slightly amused by Lyre's answer, he wouldn't expect someone like him. Concepts like love seem like they would be a far off idea for a person who carries themselves like Lyre does.<br><br>Regardless of this his answer warrants an appropriate response. "That's fair reasoning" he smiled with a devilish grin. Jaxon isn't super book smart, but he loves trick questions like these because the answer is always harder than what one would think.<br><br>"But what about if you loved them all? What if you loved none of them? What if you loved one with all your heart but the other track has the person that can fix the shit in this world? There is no way to answer it without being in the situation because there are far to many things that could change your perspective of it."<br><br>He let's out his normal bellowing laugh "I've just accepted that I don't know what I'd do until it happens."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>23-05-2018, 16:13:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1f/Lyre_Sly_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118339#msg14118339)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Shirtless<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Maple, Dragon Heartstring, 13 in, Unbending, literally glowing<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Slytherin 3rd Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Saturday, September 30th, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> One-Eyed Witch Passage<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational. Trade.<br><strong>THEME:</strong> <br>You and I Are Guilty Pleasure! <br>No One Else Has Ever Known! (https://youtu.be/Nj6IKIPteuE)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Jaxon Smith!</em> <br><hr><br>"If I loved none of them? Why lift a finger? If I were a Muggle there to let fate run its course, nothing changes." Lyre gave it some more thought. "I suppose Muggles can't be faulted." Then he easily returned to the subject of love. "If I loved all of them, who would I love more? Who would I think deserves more? Who can I live without? It is as relative as you say it is, to that given moment. How gladly selfish Muggles with limited power would be." <br><br>"Whoever gets to live with their choices, I guess, gets to make the choices." Lyre winked. "It's a very good thing I am not a Muggle. As I am now, I'd save them all." <br><br><hr>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>28-05-2018, 15:54:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b4/Xerxes_Sly_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Xerxes Taylor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999400#msg13999400)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Cardigan, shirt, jeans and glasses (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/cf/c8/2b/cfc82bb49a5d3b7f74ba6182c26bb0fc.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggle born<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Walnut with Veela hair core, 10 inches, pliable<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 1st year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 29th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake Bonfire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Moray, Lyre, Jaxon<br><hr><br>And nearly as quickly as it started, it ended abruptly. Xerxes wasn't exactly confident it was completely over and likely there would be some repercussions as a result of the skirmish. At least it didn't interrupt the party too much. Lyre rejoined the group and asked about the library.<br><br>"The l...library? It's huge. There's a lot to read, b...but I think I'll get through it." Xerxes cracked a grin. He'd already read many tomes from the library and soaked in as much as he could. Xerxes had his hand on a particularly interesting volume, but when he attempted to check it out was disappointed that it had been misshelved. It was intended for the restricted section. He'd read the first two chapters which weren't all that exciting and written fairly poorly, but he was even more curious since it was taken away.<br><br>"I wish I had more time." Xerxes mind once again floated off into the distance as he considered how he could read more quickly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>28-05-2018, 16:28:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/JigRCJ0.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Moray Morrigan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999176#msg13999176)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Skinny jeans, simple t-shirt, sneakers<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood,<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 15 inch Beech, Kelpie hair core, rigid. There is a slight twist to the wand and one single groove curved along the wand. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 29th ,2017,<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Bonfire<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On a log<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Star Gazing<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Talking to Xerxes and Jaxon, watching the GM event, mentioning Valerie, Alyssa and Darcy!<br><hr><br>“If Alyssa does go apeshit, she'll lose the prefect status and then it might be up for grabs. I just want to use that bathtub, I heard it's enormous, not like the shitty showers in the dungeon. No matter how many times I complain those showers just never get fixed.” She pouted. “I wonder if I can get Alyssa to freak out again?” Her mind drifted off a little as she thought about how to ruin Alyssa's life for the chance at a decent bath.<br><br>She smirked at Jax as he told her not to get jealous. “Jealous me? Oh yes, I'm super jealous Jax, you know I've been secretly harbouring feelings for you and I have no way to tell you, so I buy illicit things off you in the vain hope that you might one day see me as more than just a client.” She pouted her voice dripping with sarcasm. “But seriously, you are cute...” She shook her head, “I'm not even going to attempt to date outside of my house, sorry, been burned before not going to do it again.”<br><br>Lyre arrived back she turned her attention to him. “Next time don't try to stop it, let the little snakeling get hurt, that's how she'll learn.” She smirked, making it seem as if she was joking as her eyes darted to Xerxes. He asked the younger students about the library, she frowned nudging Lyre slightly at the comment, throwing him a 'be nice' look.<br><br>She looked at Xerxes, maybe he would have been better in Ravenclaw, but the hat knew best. “There is plenty of time in the future, now I think we should keep drinking. We could play a game, maybe loosen things up around here? Never have I ever? Or Fuck, Marry, Kill?” She offered with a nonchalant shrug.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>28-05-2018, 17:54:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1c/Lyre_Sly_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118339#msg14118339)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Maple, Dragon Heartstring, 13 in, Unbending, literally glowing<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Slytherin 3rd Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Friday, September 29th, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Bonfire, Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Mingle.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Xerxes, Moray, Jaxon!</em> <br><hr><br>Let the little snakeling get hurt, Lyre had to snort at Moray's comment and blush at her thrown be-nice look. He gave her a defensive thought-I-was being-nice! look, already validated by the way Xerxes went on, cracking a grin in reminiscence, wishing he had more time. That was overwhelmingly cute, Lyre almost gave a giggle having to devour it instead. Now this was a little snakeling that would easily get hurt, and maybe that was why Moray was getting protective. But to protect him from Lyre? Pft, I'm not so bad, am I? He began to wonder shortly. Okay, maybe I am. <br><br>"Well, a Time Turner will do you good," he suggested to Xerxes, trying to be nicer for Moray's look of approval. "Then you can read all the books in the world, and hey, might even write one of your own. You look like a writer."<br><br>He turned to Moray, "Fuck, Marry, Kill sounds like a fun game. Maybe Kill is a bit harsh, how about we change it to Fuck, Marry, Hex?"<br><br>"Jaxon, Xerxes, and Lyre," he chuckled bracing himself for the scandal. "Moray. Fuck, Marry, or Hex?" <br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>29-05-2018, 09:06:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img.fstatic.com/537zH1_yItXsEr422YtnH7C8OXo=/full-fit-in/290x478/https://cdn.fstatic.com/media/artists/avatar/2016/05/max-thieriot_a10552.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Jaxon<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> nice pants and a button up<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Billywig Stinger, 10.5<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, 4th <br><strong>Date</strong>: September 30th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> the one-eyed witch passage <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lyre<br><hr><br>"I think you underestimate muggles, I can't think of any spell that could match a nuke." Jaxon laughs at the morbidity of it. In a second if they wanted to and figured out the location muggles could blow this school into a crater of radioactive rubble. It is weird to him that he comes from this word where the truest form of magic is technology and now he is using what his teachers told him was fantasy as a kid. "What if another wizard was there to stop you?" Jaxon has a harder time talking about grandiose concepts like love, to him love means a chain attached to the ground and you can never run pat that chain, no matter what kind of love it is, people often find themselves trapped by those they love.<br><br>He takes another long drag of his cigarette the ash falling to the damp floor. "Have you ever wondered what if they are the magical ones?" He said that almost knowing it would throw Lyre off, but without intending to do so. He just knows it is a hard question. "I see things like planes, computers, satellites, microscopes, and an array of other technologies that make some of the magic we do look like a joke. Who's to say we aren't just the ones left behind?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>29-05-2018, 09:45:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img.fstatic.com/537zH1_yItXsEr422YtnH7C8OXo=/full-fit-in/290x478/https://cdn.fstatic.com/media/artists/avatar/2016/05/max-thieriot_a10552.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Jaxon<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> nice pants and a button up<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Billywig Stinger, 10.5<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, 4th <br><strong>Date</strong>: September 29th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake Bonfire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational (to start)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lyre, Moray, Xerxes <br><hr><br><br>Jaxon smirked at Lyres irritation poor bastard can't catch a break. He looks at Xerxes, this poor sod doesn't know what he is getting himself into to. Moray isn't someone with all the best intentions in mind, though he did laugh at her jealous rebuttal smiling back at her with sarcastic eyes, Jaxon felt like he needed to say something to the guy just so he doesn't get eaten alive. "Hey Xerxes, you should read every book you can get your hands on, if that's what you want to do. We only get to live so long, well, that or become soulless monsters in a foolish pursuit of immortality; so you really oughta do what you want cuz we're all fucked anyways. Hell if there is a book you can't get your hands on I might be able to get it for you, let me know and we'll talk deals." <br><br>He listened to Lyre's and Moray's conversation for a second and thought to himself 'Fuck all, Marry none, Hex eh, depends on my mood.' he started to pull things out of his pockets placing them in the bag as the two talk, Lyre picked him for the fuck and Jaxon is fine with that mentality, at least it wasn't marry. he places his bag near the shore in a hidden spot, just under a fallen log. he keeps his wand on him though for this next bit, a wand with the soul of adventure shouldn't be left out of the adventurous parts. Just as Lyre finished asking Moray he turned to Xerxes and says "You know what I want to do?" Giving a second for a response "Fuck it." <br><br>Jaxon runs and jumps into the lake making a loud splash as he breaches the water, as soon as he resurfaces he shakes his head around like a lion and for a brief moment the reason for his placement into Gryffindor was clear, his face filled with excitement from even this small adventure, mundane as it may be, the foreboding feeling of the lake certainly adds to his joy of the event and he bellows out "Come on in the water's great."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>29-05-2018, 17:40:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/29/AaricSlyth3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Aaric Balor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998428#msg13998428)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Casual and comfortable for the night (minus the glasses) (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ee/38/34/ee3834dde8509fe09452054db222ec48.png)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 10&nbsp; 1/4 Inches | Ebony Wood |Thestral Tail Hair| Quite Flexible<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin/ Year 3<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, Setember 29th 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Somewhere near the bonfire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversation<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Xual, Open <strong>Mentioning</strong>: The Alyssa meltdown<br><br>There were plenty of occasions where gatherings like the one in front of him would provide a good source of entertainment. The women were plentiful and the attitude was fairly positive. It <em>should</em> be his ideal environment, and yet as he stood in the center of it watching the event take place, he found that he wasn't enjoying himself as he normally would. Certainly the conversations were fun, and being around Xual was always memorable, and yet as the third hour drew to a end, Aaric was simply and completely bored with the party.<br><br>&nbsp;The scene with Alyssa was memorable, but it was memorable because of the first year that thought she was a lot more a badass than she was. Though it seemed a stroke of realization dawned on young Val before she was completely humiliated in front of the crowd. The most memorable part of course as the fact that she was soundly outmatched, and surrendered, but then proceeded to throw as many insults as she possibly could in a most ungraceful display. <br><br>It wasn't even a spot worth inserting herself into, Fergus was clumsy and surely hadn't meant to cause any harm, but the fact of the matter was the entire scene was at Alyssa's expense not Fergus's. Fergus would return to his house with people congratulating him on knocking Alyssa down a peg, the pure-blood bitch of slytherin who clearly was performing <em>favors</em> to get her positions of leadership and marks. No one outside of Slytherin liked Alyssa, but there were plenty in the house that did. If Val had been thinking, she'd do what Lyre did, and console the victim, but he suspected the right thing wasn't on Val's mind.<br><br>It was no doubt done Aaric suspect to save face as the foolishness and recklessness of her actions had dawned on her. However when you were clearly beaten hurling all those taunts at your better, at your elder, and at one of the leaders of your house only served to remind everyone that you were simply a child. It'd be interesting to see if her rash ego caused her to respond more reckless to remove the rumors that would now surround her. If the girl's goal was to get people talking about her, Aaric had no doubt she had succeeded.....He just doubted they were the type of rumors she wanted. <br><br>~Moving Too~ (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=285016.msg14175665#msg14175665)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>29-05-2018, 18:17:30</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">GM Plot Event</span></strong></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTM1ODAwMDc2NF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMjUzNzg3MQ@@._V1_UY317_CR14,0,214,317_AL_.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Fergus Sacheverell<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual (http://cdn.abclocal.go.com/images/otrc/2010/photos/130723-galleryimg-startraks-to-do-list-premiere-samberg.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff 1st Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday September 29th, 2017.<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Bon Fire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Confrontation<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Tension/ Persona 5 soundtrack (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hQkHb47G-L4&amp;list=PLkEWWbyS3nIgFIryf0moadIgDYu7Q05pe&amp;index=12)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open to anyone interested in GM Plot</div><br><br><div class="floatright">(https://dvdbash.files.wordpress.com/2013/09/buffy-sarah-michelle-gellar-dvdbash141.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Alyssa Not<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White shirt and jeans (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e5/bb/bf/e5bbbfe8e51526142ca1140ee8135c9b.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure-blood<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin 6th Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday September 29th, 2017.<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Bon Fire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Confrontation<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Tension/ Persona 5 soundtrack (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hQkHb47G-L4&amp;list=PLkEWWbyS3nIgFIryf0moadIgDYu7Q05pe&amp;index=12)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open to anyone interested in GM Plot</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br><br>It was always so simple when someone felt the need to try and step up to her. If you she just gave them a little bit of rope they always hung themselves, and Val was no different. She had seen a opportunity to try and get people buzzing about her, no doubt thinking that if she could get a percieved bully to step down, then she'd be a hero among her first years and get to crow about how chivlarous she was. Aylssa was well within her rights to respond with venom, so Valery sticking her nose in the affair and sidding with the person who had humiliated her showed both a lack of awarness and a overambitious nature. <br><br>Just when Alyssa had thought the girl would let all the sense drawing from her brain the girl back down. A wise decision that was utterly undone by her opening her mouth to crone on and insult Alyssa with some imaginary moral high ground. Alyssa rolled her eyes as the words spilled out of Val's mouth. <em>Bark, bark, bark</em> words meant nothing after you'd lost, especially when you'd never done anything meaningful before that point. The girl would have been wise just to keep her mouth shut, instead to anyone other than people that hated Alyssa, <em>which there were plenty</em> all they heard was a girl that who's head was far bigger than the scope of her ability. <br><br>"Yes keep barking as you run away with your tail between your legs it's <em>very</em> impressive." She called after Val, her voice still a complete sneer as she shook her head. Pure-bloods simply didn't carry themselves with any precedence of a standard anymore. <br><br>Still with that finished Alyssa would return to her circle of friends and put the events behind her. Certainly the first years would be quite proud of themselves, but everyone else would forget it all in a couple of weeks, and when the opportunity presented itself, Alyssa would remind both of the first years the gravity of the mistakes they had made. Within the hour Alyssa would slip away into the woods and disappear from the night.<br><br><hr><br><br>After the tensions died down the party would largely return to how it had been before. Students finding romance, and even Aaric's departure went entirely unnoticed by the crowd. It would be within the final hour that once more cries of despair filled the air for the second time. <br><br>"CHIP! CHIP! WHERE ARE YOU!?" <br><br>Fergus was crying out moving around the fire. Looking at the logs as if he was expecting his pet rate to be roasted to perfection.<br><br>"Someone help me find m'rat please! Chip! Chiiiiiiiip!"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>04-06-2018, 12:25:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1c/Lyre_Sly_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118339#msg14118339)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Maple, Dragon Heartstring, 13 in, Unbending, literally glowing<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Slytherin 3rd Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Friday, September 29th, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Bonfire, Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Mingling, Teaching.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Xerxes, Moray, Jaxon, Iain, Fergus!</em> <br><hr><br>It was interesting to hear Jaxon say he'd fuck all and marry none. More interesting to see him sopping wet from leaping into the lake. Now the party was getting started. Lyre would have joined him too, but Fergus had begun shouting for his lost rat. He rolled his eyes to the sky, groaning at his helplessness and seeing how no one bothered to show up to his rescue. He was high enough from that joint, so was put in a pleasant mood. He left the group he mingled with, passing Iain with a polite glance. He brought out his glowing wand and muttered to Fergus how to find his rat. "Yer a wizard, Fergie. Relax. And listen up, this is a lesson you don't want to forget. The Summoning Charm, all right? This spell needs thought behind it, the object must be clear in the caster's mind, before trying to summon. You say 'Accio rat Chip'. Go on, try it. Get out your wand."<br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>10-06-2018, 01:46:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b4/Xerxes_Sly_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Xerxes Taylor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999400#msg13999400)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Cardigan, shirt, jeans and glasses (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/cf/c8/2b/cfc82bb49a5d3b7f74ba6182c26bb0fc.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggle born<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Walnut with Veela hair core, 10 inches, pliable<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 1st year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 29th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake Bonfire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Moray, Lyre, Jaxon<br><hr><br>Xerxes listened as Jaxon responded to Lyre's 'fuck, marry, hex' and he smiled at the answer. Xerxes wasn't sure about his answer. He likely wouldn't fuck Moray - just not his type. He'd probably marry Moray. She seemed like a great person to have around as a friend. He didn't know enough about Lyre of Jaxon to figure out which would be best. His gut said fuck Jaxon and hex Lyre...but then again Jaxon was Gryffindor and Lyre was Slytherin. Lyre was also the only person that seemed to genuinely be willing to help Fergus who seemed utterly helpless. Maybe he would...before Xerxes could continue his thought Jaxon impulsively jumped into the lake.<br><br>Xerxes bit his bottom lip to stifle a laugh. "Well M...Moray?" Xerxes asked with a grin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>10-06-2018, 17:24:33</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">GM Plot Event</span></strong></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTM1ODAwMDc2NF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMjUzNzg3MQ@@._V1_UY317_CR14,0,214,317_AL_.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Fergus Sacheverell<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual (http://cdn.abclocal.go.com/images/otrc/2010/photos/130723-galleryimg-startraks-to-do-list-premiere-samberg.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff 1st Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday September 29th, 2017.<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Bon Fire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Confrontation<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Tension/ Persona 5 soundtrack (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hQkHb47G-L4&amp;list=PLkEWWbyS3nIgFIryf0moadIgDYu7Q05pe&amp;index=12)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open to anyone interested in GM Plot[<br><hr><br>Fergus was paused in his general&nbsp; disarray to turn and respond to Lyre who was working to calm him down. It was true he could cast magic but Fergus wasn't sure he was a wizard. At least he doubted many of his fellow students would really call him that yet, as he was the one that was always having spells blow up in his face. He'd find himself breathing deep breaths and turning and trying to listen to Lyre. He could just summon Chip? Ooh Fergus would deeply like to believe that was possible, but was <em>he</em> really capable of doing such a thing? He'd pull out his wand as he was instructed to do.<br><br>"A-all right, I know Chip <em>really</em> well, I just visualize him and he'll appear?" He asked giving Lyre his full attention. <br><br>"But what if Alyssa got him and his holding him or doing something terrible to him! She said she'd get me back, she's not here, and he's not here. Ooh poor Chip." The first year cried, it was a terrible night. If Alyssa was true to her word, who knows what she might do. Maybe transfigure him into a cup or something so that he wasn't imagining the right thing anymore and the accio spell wouldn't work. Maybe she knew really advanced magic and made chip forget all about Fergus so when he did find him, he just got bit and Chip ran away some more. Or maybe it was worse even than that! Fergus didn't want to imagine all the things a evil girl like Alyssa could do. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>10-06-2018, 20:51:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1c/Lyre_Sly_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118339#msg14118339)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Maple, Dragon Heartstring, 13 in, Unbending, literally glowing<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Slytherin 3rd Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Friday, September 29th, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Bonfire, Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Mingling, Teaching.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Fergus! Jaxon!</em> <br><hr><br>Lyre says in a mocking inspired voice, "But Fergus! No one can save your poor pet rat Chip but you! After all, you know him best! And if it's Alyssa, well you better do it fast! Who knows what she's doing to poor, pitiful Chip? Snakes eat rats, I dunno, you know? Best of luck, I'm going swimming."<br><br>Turning, he strips off his black tee shirt and then his shoes and socks. <br><br>He jumps into the lake with a splash! Rain of lake water! He dunks Jaxon! Screams out: "Kraaaken attack!"<br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>17-06-2018, 19:19:33</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">GM Plot Event</span></strong></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTM1ODAwMDc2NF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMjUzNzg3MQ@@._V1_UY317_CR14,0,214,317_AL_.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Fergus Sacheverell<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual (http://cdn.abclocal.go.com/images/otrc/2010/photos/130723-galleryimg-startraks-to-do-list-premiere-samberg.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff 1st Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday September 29th, 2017.<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Bon Fire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Confrontation<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Tension/ Persona 5 soundtrack (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hQkHb47G-L4&amp;list=PLkEWWbyS3nIgFIryf0moadIgDYu7Q05pe&amp;index=12)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open to anyone interested in GM Plot[<br><hr><br><br>For a moment it seemed Fergus had help, but it became clear quick that he was just being picked on again. It figured, he ought to have known better when a slytherin had come to the young hufflepuff's aid. Maybe he just liked being the center of attention, so when Fergus had been calling out, he needed to be apart of that. Now he was just in the lake screaming out so everyone else could hear him. What did that mean for Fergus though? It mean of course that Fergus was on his own, but maybe that accio spell could count for something? Probably not, not with Fergus using it, but if you had to visualize what you were summoning then who else could but Fergus? Really there was no one.<br><br>With a sigh, he'd take some time to visualize his rat. Standing in the middle of the party trying to block out everything else. He thought of how big he was, how he was as long almost the length of his forearm, and his patchy grey fur. Fergus knew all of it's whiskers, and could picture exactly the sounds Chip would make. The biggest characteristic was that the end of it's tail of course was cut off, which was why Fergus had picked Chip in the first place. It wasn't perfect, had flaws. But Chip was Fergus's and Fergus loved his rat very dearly. <br><br>After what seemed like a eternity Fergus would begin to try using the accio spell. Calling for Chip repeatedly and nothing happened. Over and over again trying desperately and in vain to return his rat to him. <em>Of course, unknown to Fergus, the spell wasn't actually capable of summoning living creatures</em>. After repeated tries, Fergus closed his eyes and went back to trying to visualize his poor rat. Five more minutes passed until he was very sure&nbsp; he could see his rat clearly. Imagining that he had run off into the forest, probably not far, especially if Alyssa had gone after him. Just alone and scared....<br><br>"Accio Chip," he called one more time. And amazingly the whirling sound of something coming from the direction of the forest could be heard. Weaving past trees and causing a few students to duck, finally Chip was back before Fergus. However as it hovered in the air next to him, summoned and the initial surprise of successfully casting the spell wore off, it was immediately replaced by a shock far greater. As Chip wasn't okay, there was something obviously wrong. Hanging in the air in front of him, with the same missing part of it's tail was a perfect statue of Chip. The whimpering of a rat could be heard from the statue, though it couldn't move or do anything else. <br><br><div class="floatright">(https://s3-eu-west-1.amazonaws.com/kays-production/images/25162/11521/original_App_rat.jpg?1423475943)</div>"Merlin's breath!? What happened to Chip!? What did that evil woman do too him!?" Fergus cried out in anguish. Taking hold of the statue of his pet, and wailing in terror. "Oooh poor Chip, you didn't deserve this, how could Alyssa do this to chip?" He cried gazing down at the little statue of his rat.<br><br>Of course Alyssa was no where to be seen. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>18-06-2018, 07:11:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img.fstatic.com/537zH1_yItXsEr422YtnH7C8OXo=/full-fit-in/290x478/https://cdn.fstatic.com/media/artists/avatar/2016/05/max-thieriot_a10552.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Jaxon<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> nice pants and a button up<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Billywig Stinger, 10.5<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, 4th <br><strong>Date</strong>: September 29th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake Bonfire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational (to start)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lyre, Moray, Xerxes <br><hr><br><br>Jaxon isn't a weak guy, he spends his time going through forgotten passages of a magical castle, adventurous people stay fit because they are constantly doing something. When Lyre dunks him there is only one reasonable rebuttal. Pick him up and throw him a bit. "I think a kraken has more bite than that Lyre." He laughs clearly meant in good jest.<br><br>Jaxon stretches his arms and neck giving lyre a playful glare. He then assumes a lower stance waiting for Lyre's counter. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>19-06-2018, 05:35:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1c/Lyre_Sly_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118339#msg14118339)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Maple, Dragon Heartstring, 13 in, Unbending, literally glowing<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Slytherin 3rd Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Friday, September 29th, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Bonfire, Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Mingling, Teaching.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Fergus! Jaxon!</em> <br><hr><br>Lyre is shocked he was picked up by this guy shorter than him and yet thrown yelping a bit into the lake.<br>He stands laughing, feeling his pants soaked and clinging to his legs. Just glad the water hides his growing bulge.<br>That is the most physical contact he has had with Jaxon in all the years he's known him. He shakes like a wet dog.<br><br>"Bite! I'll bite you!" Lyre says a little menacingly. He submerges and lunges into Jaxon, tackling him underwater.<br><br>When he stands again, he hears Fergus cry out piercingly. What an attention whore, he thinks with annoyance.<br><br>But this time, something is truly wrong. The first year is mourning over a statue of his rat Chip, motionless in his palms.<br>The joy from Lyre's face drops and he goes, "Oh shit..."<br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>19-06-2018, 09:30:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img.fstatic.com/537zH1_yItXsEr422YtnH7C8OXo=/full-fit-in/290x478/https://cdn.fstatic.com/media/artists/avatar/2016/05/max-thieriot_a10552.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Jaxon<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> nice pants and a button up<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Billywig Stinger, 10.5<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, 4th <br><strong>Date</strong>: September 29th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake Bonfire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational (to start)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lyre, Moray, Xerxes <br><hr><br><br>Jaxon would like to stop right now and help Fergus figure out what happened to his pet, he would like to hunt down the person or thing that did that. Hopefully it is a thing and not a person, animals dont deserve that kind of treatment, and this better not be some fucking game with what happened earlier, using innocent creatures that just want to be with their owner is cowardly, even by Jaxon's standards.<br><br>He would like to do a great deal of things, however that would require him to have seen the moments events play out. Instead he only saw the rush of water and air rush over his closing eyes. His lungs fill with a mix of air and a little bit of water as he is pushed under. In retaliation he swims around Lyre, leaping up and putting Lyre into a headlock. "Trust me I'll be the first to bite." He chuckles in a slightly menacing tone.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>19-06-2018, 11:20:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1c/Lyre_Sly_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118339#msg14118339)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Maple, Dragon Heartstring, 13 in, Unbending, literally glowing<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Slytherin 3rd Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Friday, September 29th, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Bonfire, Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Seahorseplay.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Jaxon!</em> <br><hr><br>Suddenly, in a splash, Lyre finds himself in a headlock, grabbing onto Jaxon's strong arm around his neck.<br>He feels the guy's body pressed up against his back. This is so confusing, he keeps thinking of Darcy.<br>But the dude did say he would fuck all earlier, and certainly that included a wide range of men at Hogwarts.<br>Just when he thinks he can't get any more aroused, Jaxon has to go and make it worse/even better by <br>saying such provoking things. Trust him, he'll be the first to bite? Then that dark chuckle into his ear actually <br>tickles his stomach. "I am no mere man! I cannot be chained!" Lyre leaps, sending both back into the water.&nbsp; <br><br>Sloshing and bubbling, the water of darkness swirls. Jaxon's arm still has him in a headlock. Part of him doesn't even want <br>any of this to end. Part of him wants to wrestle and fight some more, just to one-up this Gryffindor somehow. Since the arm<br>is up and around him, leaving an armpit and ribs exposed, Lyre reached around and felt him up, looking for a spot to tickle.<br><br><hr>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>19-06-2018, 19:56:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img.fstatic.com/537zH1_yItXsEr422YtnH7C8OXo=/full-fit-in/290x478/https://cdn.fstatic.com/media/artists/avatar/2016/05/max-thieriot_a10552.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Jaxon<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> nice pants and a button up<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Billywig Stinger, 10.5<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, 4th <br><strong>Date</strong>: September 29th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake Bonfire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational (to start)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lyre, Moray, Xerxes <br><hr><br><br>He is not a fan of being tickled, he is however impressed with the dirty tactic. One thing that is true about Jaxon is, despite being a Gryffindor, he sees no problem in using dirty tactics. The point of a fight is to win whether it's a playful fight or a serious one, and you can be 90% certain your opponent is going to use these tactics against you. Refusing to use them is out of a fallible sense of righteousness rather than a tactical decision.<br><br>The ticking forces Jaxon to briefly let go of Lyre to throw his arm off if himself. During the resulting confusion underwater he quickly puts Lyre into a full Nelson before returning to the surface. Still unable to see the scene but his attention starts to be dragged that way as he hears murmuring. His grip begins to loosen and he says nothing as his head slowly turns.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>21-06-2018, 02:54:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e2/Cece_Huff_11.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Cecilia Price (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14079007#msg14079007)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/pretty-little-liars/images/b/b6/Lucy-Hale--Hollister-Clothing-2014--03.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150813122839&amp;path-prefix=fr) with these heels (https://www.fsjshoes.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/600x600/602f0fa2c1f0d1ba5e241f914e856ff9/n/j/nj080116.jpg) and rose gold infinity promise ring (http://cdn.supadupa.me/shop/20655/images/1923111/il_fullxfull.545557617_qg05_grande.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Chestnut | Dragon Heartstring | 9 ¼ inches | Slightly bendy<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 29 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hufflepuff Common Room -&gt; Clocktower Courtyard<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Material girl living in a material world <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> How to Love - Cash Cash ft. Sofia Reyes (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=peByeoQhjMM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Preston <br><hr><div align="center">Continuing from here (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=285017.msg14221654#msg14221654)<hr></div><br>Figuring that it was a decent shortcut, Cece took them to the Clocktower Courtyard. Once there though, her purposeful steps slowed and she couldn’t help but to look around at the history that surrounded them. Dilapidated walls and crumbling structures were not appealing in the slightest to someone like Cece. It was about the furthest thing from a romantic setting. <br><br>Yet, she couldn’t help but to think about how long those walls were standing - well, the ones that still managed to hang on for dear life, anyway. How many people fell in love and stole kisses right here? She bit her lower lip and glanced at Preston just as she guided them to the fountain surrounded by eagles.<br><br>Cece leaned against the edge of the fountain, her back pressed into the stone. With the turn, her hand continued guiding Preston forward, until he was standing just in front of her. “I was thinking…” she released his hand in favor of winding her arms around his shoulders, pressing the tips of her shoes against the ground to elongate her height, though that made little difference. <br><br>“Maybe it’s better to be a bit late for the bonfire.” They were probably late already but that was the thing about being fashionably late - there wasn’t really a set time for just how late was considered fashionable. In case there was any doubt in Preston's mind, Cece filled in the gaps easily enough by slowly pulling him down and pressing herself closer, until she was kissing him soundly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>22-06-2018, 03:34:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Preston_Huff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Preston Chadwick III (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14061020#msg14061020)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> &nbsp;Could be chilly - with black sneakers (https://static1.squarespace.com/static/55655cb9e4b0605469514b06/5a638821652dea21c637c278/5a638821f9619ad9da6a559f/1516472358749/JoeKeery-7.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Redwood and has a core of Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff. -&nbsp; First year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 29 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hufflepuff Common Room<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Oh my~<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Cecilia<br><hr>When they hit the Clocktower Courtyard, Preston was ready to just keep plowing through on their way to the Lake, and it was only Cece’s hand in his that brought him to a stop.&nbsp; Looking around, Preston did not see the history that his fiance was looking at, he was just wondering what in the world had made her stop.<br><br>As Cece lead him towards the fountain, Preston’s features were the very picture of perplexed, right up until the point she turned and pressed her back to the stone.&nbsp; While he was certainly no genius, Preston could real signals as well as the next bloke, and Cece was not trying to be subtle with hers at all.<br><br>“That just might be for the best…” He said, his last words being smothered as Cece kissed him in a way completely until she had ever done before.&nbsp; With lips firmly pressed together with hers, it came perfectly natural for Preston to lean forward, his taller frame capturing her smaller one between it and the fountain’s wall.&nbsp; Placing one hand on her waist, Preston’s other buried in the locks at the back of Cece’s neck, allowing him to tilt her neck, deepening the kiss and keeping her up on her toes.<br><br><hr><div align="center">Continued from Here (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=285017.msg14224161#msg14224161)</div><hr><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>22-06-2018, 05:05:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e2/Cece_Huff_11.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Cecilia Price (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14079007#msg14079007)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/pretty-little-liars/images/b/b6/Lucy-Hale--Hollister-Clothing-2014--03.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150813122839&amp;path-prefix=fr) with these heels (https://www.fsjshoes.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/600x600/602f0fa2c1f0d1ba5e241f914e856ff9/n/j/nj080116.jpg) and rose gold infinity promise ring (http://cdn.supadupa.me/shop/20655/images/1923111/il_fullxfull.545557617_qg05_grande.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Chestnut | Dragon Heartstring | 9 ¼ inches | Slightly bendy<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 29 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hufflepuff Common Room -&gt; Clocktower Courtyard <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Material girl living in a material world <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> How to Love - Cash Cash ft. Sofia Reyes (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=peByeoQhjMM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Preston <br><hr><br>After sharing as many discreet and chaste kisses as they had, it was no wonder Cece and Preston hadn’t pushed their boundaries a little further already. Perhaps it was the fact that they were finally alone with nearly all of their peers preoccupied by the bonfire, or maybe it was how adorable Preston looked while he waited for her to finish primping. <br><br>Whatever it was, it acted as an aphrodisiac in that moment, overpowering their senses and drawing them together in the best of ways. Preston wasted no time in pinning her against the wall of the fountain, keeping her balanced on the very tips of her toes as she stretched up as far as possible, coiling her arms around the back of his neck while their lips firmly melded together.<br><br>“Mmm,” she murmured against his mouth, allowing her hips to delve against him further, guided by the large hand on her slim waist. Fingers wound through her hair after caressing her neck, making her spine arch enough that her breasts were pressed against him with fervor. As he dipped his head to the side, Cece tilted hers and parted her lips, tingles flourishing and abounding throughout every inch of her skin. <br><br>Her tongue crept into his mouth just as her hands started to wander, one clinging to the collar of his shirt while the other fed into his hair, tangling against the locks at the nape of his neck. The deeper that their kiss became, the hotter she felt, and in more ways than one. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>22-06-2018, 13:39:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Preston_Huff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Preston Chadwick III (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14061020#msg14061020)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> &nbsp;Could be chilly - with black sneakers (https://static1.squarespace.com/static/55655cb9e4b0605469514b06/5a638821652dea21c637c278/5a638821f9619ad9da6a559f/1516472358749/JoeKeery-7.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Redwood and has a core of Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff. -&nbsp; First year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 29 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hufflepuff Common Room<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Oh my~<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Cecilia<br><hr>If Preston thought he was pretty ok with the whole arranged marriage thing with Cece before, the way she was kissing him right now made it all the better.&nbsp; Preston had no idea where she had learned to kiss like that, and he didn't really care, or if she was just a natural, but as their tongues began to tangle and her body pressed into his, he was very glad for it!&nbsp; With a please 'mmph' sound leaving his lips, Preston's free hand propped him against the chill stone of the fountain, while the other crept around Cece's svelte form to land on the small of her back, ensuring her body found no more distance away from his own.<br><br>Lips parted and tongue fully engaged with Cece's, Preston could feel his body responding in spades, his teenage hormones making it utterly impossible for him not to press forward, his growing arousal plainly obvious as it pressed against his fiance's stomach.&nbsp; Groaning aloud at that sudden sensation, Preston was forced to break the kiss, but only briefly.&nbsp; Bending slightly further, his lips found the skin just below the shell of Cece's ear, grazing her lightly as he whispered.&nbsp; "Just how late are you prepared to be?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>23-06-2018, 15:02:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e2/Cece_Huff_11.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Cecilia Price (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14079007#msg14079007)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/pretty-little-liars/images/b/b6/Lucy-Hale--Hollister-Clothing-2014--03.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150813122839&amp;path-prefix=fr) with these heels (https://www.fsjshoes.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/600x600/602f0fa2c1f0d1ba5e241f914e856ff9/n/j/nj080116.jpg) and rose gold infinity promise ring (http://cdn.supadupa.me/shop/20655/images/1923111/il_fullxfull.545557617_qg05_grande.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Chestnut | Dragon Heartstring | 9 ¼ inches | Slightly bendy<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 29 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Clocktower Courtyard - fountain <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Material girl living in a material world <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> How to Love - Cash Cash ft. Sofia Reyes (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=peByeoQhjMM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Preston <br><hr><br>Preston groaned and Cece gasped as their snogs grew deeper and more profound. His tongue plunged into her mouth, coiling and sliding along hers in such an extremely erotic way. Her calves were strained and tensed while she stretched herself out as tall as possible in order to keep their lips together. <br><br>Though there had been a chill in the air, Preston was doing a good job of keeping Cece plenty warm. That heat was sent to burn her soon enough, as he brushed his fingers along the dip of her back and forced her waist against his, causing her to feel the stiffy growing in his pants.<br><br>He parted the kiss just as Cece gasped - scandalized - and pulled back. Her heels crashed to the ground once more, eyes widened and cheeks lightly flushed. Preston’s groan roused her senses and called out to her carnally. But she knew she couldn’t give in. Not yet. It wasn’t the perfect moment. And she could NOT get pregnant before they were married.<br><br>As he dipped his lips against her earlobe, her body erupted into shivers and eased against him just a bit more, all on its own. “Not too late, Preston. So don’t you go getting any ideas.” She playfully reprimanded him. Glancing down, she couldn’t help noticing the way that his pants came to an obvious point, aimed straight at her! <br><br>“Preston!” She hissed his name with a vilifying tone. “What is that?!” She pointed it out to him, her brows skyrocketing as her large eyes stared intensely at his face, as if on the verge of a lecture. “That is so inappropriate! This is hardly the time or the place,” she shook her head and tutted. “Honestly…” she muttered. “You’ve got to learn to keep that... <em>thing</em> controlled!” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>25-06-2018, 03:50:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/09/Reyna3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Reyna Pietruszewski (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14201548#msg14201548)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Gray Shirt with Jeans and some sneakers (http://www3.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Kari+Feinstein+Style+Lounge+Presented+Aruba+0gQEsaE3avql.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand:</strong> 9" Blackthorn with Boomslang Venom <br><strong>House | Year:</strong>&nbsp; Slytherin | First Year <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Friday | September 29th, 2017 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bonfire <br><strong>Content:</strong> Light - Confused<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Fergus Sacheverell | Open<br><hr><br>All week, Reyna had been rather adamant to her friends about her nonexistent intentions to attend Balor’s ridiculous bonfire. She said, in plain terms, that she would only intend if there was a sure guarantee that Balor himself would roast over the fire rather than meat or marshmallows. His ego was bloated enough without her adding to the number of attendees at his gathering. <br><br>Nope; her plan was to spend a quiet evening in her dorm room, a rarity, and work on her homework without the added distraction of her friends. <br><br>Life never goes according to plan though. <br><br>Somehow, someway, Renya ended up being dragged, not quite kicking and screaming but definitely sulking, out of the depths of the Slytherin common room and into the crisp, night air. At least, it was a gorgeous evening with the heavens absent of clouds and painted in a twinkling splatter of starlight. <br><br>“I know,” Beatrice said with an apologetic smile, “I owe you. Big time. But you are the best friend for coming with me. Khloe already left and I didn’t want to walk alone. I know it’s stupid...” <br><br>“It’s fine,” Renya interrupted what could become a lengthy apology with a shrug of her shoulders. As much as she loathed the idea of attending the party, Khloe’s comfort was more important than any feelings she might have towards Balor. “Let’s just make the best out of this shitfest.” <br><br>As they broached closer, Reyna could make out some faces in the darkness but none of them belonged to the rebellious blonde of their trio. It would not surprise her at all if Khloe had already found someone to keep her warm. Her friend was rather liberal in her displays of affection, especially with the opposite sex. To Renya’s annoyance, it brought a surplus of drama into their joined lives. <br><br><em>Merlin's breath!? What happened to Chip!? What did that evil woman do to him!</em><br><br>Renya had been about to guide Beatrice through the rowdy crowd when she heard someone’s pained cry. <br><br>“What in the…?” Reyna whirled around, looking for the source of the cry, when she noticed Ferdinand. No, that wasn’t right. Her nose crinkled with effort to recall the Huffepuff’s name. It was F-something. <em>Federico? Filmore? Fergus!</em> Fergus was cradling some object in his arms with quite the miserable expression. <br><br>“Please no.” Beatrice tightened her grip on Reyna’s arm. She could read her friend’s mind without the need for them to be spoken. However, whatever happened to Fergus could backfire on them if they intervened with someone’s idea of a joke. “He will probably head back and get help from a professor. We should REALLY mind our business.” <br><br>It was too late. Renya’s strength exceeded Beatrice and like a bull she was towing her reluctant friend to where the distressed boy. Only when closer did the situation become clearer. <br><br>“Eww,” Beatrice frowned, not a fan of rats.<br><br>“Something tells me you’re not upset that people aren’t impressed with your rather perfect rendering of a rat.” It probably was not the type of response Fergus was hoping for but Renya did not really have the best bedside manner. Her ability resided in solving problems not with dealing with the emotions of those who were accosted by them. “Is it still alive?” <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>25-06-2018, 03:50:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Preston_Huff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Preston Chadwick III (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14061020#msg14061020)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> &nbsp;Could be chilly - with black sneakers (https://static1.squarespace.com/static/55655cb9e4b0605469514b06/5a638821652dea21c637c278/5a638821f9619ad9da6a559f/1516472358749/JoeKeery-7.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Redwood and has a core of Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff. -&nbsp; First year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 29 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hufflepuff Common Room<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Oh my~<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Cecilia<br><hr>Oh but this night was shaping up perfectly.&nbsp; Up until now, everything between Cece and Preston had either been closely watched, or rather chaste and controlled.&nbsp; For the first time in their courtship, Preston was seeing a side of Cece that matched the way he felt about her every time their bodies got close to one another.&nbsp; &nbsp; As his face lowered, a wide grin growing on his face he planned on kissing her neck and maybe a lot more before the night was over, when Cece crashed back away from him, and suddenly reverted to a scandalized pureblood lady.<br><br>“What is that?!” He echoed, shocked.&nbsp; She had to know what that was, and it was hardly a surprise that his body was responding to a kiss like that and...but Cece continued, and even with his limited exposure, Preston knew that tone in her voice had him wondering just how cold the water in the Hogwarts showers got.&nbsp; “Well, I had a few ideas…” He tried, his fingers toying with her sweater, his voice filled with a hope that even he knew to be futile.<br><br>“I don’t suppose you might let me know when the time and place is…” Preston continued, leaning closer to steal another kiss, although he was wise enough this time to keep his eager friend from poking into his fiance.&nbsp; “You see, it just can’t be controlled all that well.&nbsp; Hard to blame me really, when I have so lovely a fiance, who also happens to be quite the kisser.&nbsp; How can I get you to forgive me my embarrassing transgression?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shobogun Lover</strong> on <strong>25-06-2018, 04:32:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SbHFSeL.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Trent Weaver<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Yellow and black knit sweater with a badger on it, (thanks mum!) Dark wash jeans, black and white converse.<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: English Oak, 10", Unicorn Tail Hair, Springy<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Friday | September 29th, 2017 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Bonfire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Awkward and open for interaction.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> [Open]<br><hr><br>Trent heard about the bonfire. You'd have to have been living under a rock not to have heard being at this school. As he'd found out the rumors at Hogwarts travel fast like some kind of wildfire; once they started there was no hope of containing it on your own. You may as well let it burn and feel the singe. He talked to a few of his housemates about it, but not much. It was awkward, being so new. Most of his conversations were basic small talk; things to get you buy and into an awkward situation before you tried to find a way out until you could figure out how to human properly. the best social experience he'd had so far was in chorus, which was pretty pathetic. He was just really nervous. Some of the guys were just really attractive which was distracting in its own right, and anyone else just felt intimidating. So many people from so many walks of life, and all of them on different levels of education, some having gone through a muggle education or some form of private schooling, but a great number having been home schooled. It left him rather nervous when he brought up muggle technologies or ink pens rather than quills and people taking that as if he were a muggle himself.<br><br>Well, he showed them just how separated from the magical world he was when he swooped in and snatched a chaser position on the Hufflepuff team from one of the upperclassmen. It was still pretty difficult for first years to get on the team even with Hogwarts accepting them at such a late age. It was the difference of talent, and training. It only took a slip up at try outs for someone to lose their spot and be benched. Well, you could say that finally gave him his conversation piece as he went from the awkward turtle in the room to being welcomes with arms slung over his neck and cheers from his house mates for the coming year of Quidditch games.<br><br>Now he had to go to the party. There was no stopping it, honestly. The Quidditch team was going; most of them at least; and they were dragging him along with or without his permission. there were a lot of people there, too. Mostly faces that he vaguely recognized from his classes, but it being only so long in the year only a few stuck out as people he'd recognized and from where, and those tended to be the cute guys his eyes found very easy to rest on. And they did.<br><br>Trent felt a hand ruffle his hair letting out a strangled yelp and quickly fixing his hair back in place;<em> 'common, firsty! This your first party?'</em><br><strong><br>"Hah! You wish!" </strong>Except,<strong> "it totally is, so don't wish too hard." </strong>He smirked back at the older student, getting a couple laughs and claps on the back before one of them went 'squirrel' over some other Quidditch players in the proximity and a few of them went running off to chat leaving him relatively alone. That was fine by him, for the moment. He was feeling like a massive third wheel. A nervous part of him said he should probably take the chance to run back to bed to get some Zzzs, but a larger more eager part of him screamed to stay. He really did need to get out and actually talk to his fellow students. They all looked kinda busy, though. Talking to someone else, or, well... someone had a rat or something over there?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>26-06-2018, 04:44:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e2/Cece_Huff_11.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Cecilia Price (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14079007#msg14079007)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/pretty-little-liars/images/b/b6/Lucy-Hale--Hollister-Clothing-2014--03.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150813122839&amp;path-prefix=fr) with these heels (https://www.fsjshoes.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/600x600/602f0fa2c1f0d1ba5e241f914e856ff9/n/j/nj080116.jpg) and rose gold infinity promise ring (http://cdn.supadupa.me/shop/20655/images/1923111/il_fullxfull.545557617_qg05_grande.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Chestnut | Dragon Heartstring | 9 ¼ inches | Slightly bendy<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 29 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Clocktower Courtyard - fountain <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Material girl living in a material world <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> How to Love - Cash Cash ft. Sofia Reyes (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=peByeoQhjMM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Preston <br><hr><br>It may have been the atmosphere or some highly suppressed pent up teenage hormones. Maybe it was just the fact that they were finally out of the way of babysitters who were determined to make sure they didn’t get too handsy. Whatever it was, it compelled Cece to feel as much of Preston’s lips against her own as she could. <br><br>Preston had proven himself to be a decent fiance thus far, and Cece figured it was about time for him to get a bit of a reward. Just a bit, though. Wouldn’t want him to go and get a big head, or anything. <br><br>Falling deeper against the fountain wall, allowing herself to be further crushed by his much larger, masculine frame, Cece was enjoying the moment far more than she realized she would. No wonder some of their peers spent all their time snogging one another. However, just as he pressed more firmly against her, she felt the evidence of his excitement and jumped. <br><br>Cece must have looked horrified before she berated him for letting his <em>thing</em> get wildly out of control. Preston came back with a retort, which was difficult to focus on while he played with her sweater. She perked a brow at his comment, unsure if a trap was being laid before her. <br><br>He questioned whether or not she intended to let him know when they were in the appropriate time and place. A defeated sort of smile stretched her lips right before he leaned in to claim another kiss from them. Cece didn’t feel the press of his arousal that time, which both pleased and frustrated her. <br><br>Preston carried on with a plea for forgiveness, being sure to make it known that with a fiance such as her, he couldn’t be expected to keep his trouser snake under control all the time. “Mmmhm,” she murmured skeptically. <br><br>“You’re rather smooth, aren’t you, Preston? Hm, I quite fancy that.” She whispered back, leaning forward slightly. “I will you when it’s the right time and place, just don’t expect that to happen anytime soon.” Her words sounded awfully close to chiding, though she avoided the lecture about how she couldn’t get pregnant just yet.<br><br>Surely he realized as much, being from a pureblood family and all. “Regarding how you can start making it up to me…” Cece trailed off, looking as if the wheels were really turning her head in consideration. “Maybe some jewelry or perfume,” she mused, a wide grin on her face and a sparkle in her eyes. <br><br>“Or maybe you could just…” Cece never finished that sentence. Instead, she pulled him closer again and pressed her lips against his hungrily, a mewl of delight seeping into his mouth instantly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>27-06-2018, 02:24:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Preston_Huff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Preston Chadwick III (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14061020#msg14061020)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> &nbsp;Could be chilly - with black sneakers (https://static1.squarespace.com/static/55655cb9e4b0605469514b06/5a638821652dea21c637c278/5a638821f9619ad9da6a559f/1516472358749/JoeKeery-7.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Redwood and has a core of Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff. -&nbsp; First year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 29 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hufflepuff Common Room<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Oh my~<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Cecilia<br><hr>Preston was actually, and surprisingly, well aware of where Cece’s aversion (or at least healthy caution) as to having sex was coming from.&nbsp; While they were perhaps a bit more carefree, and certainly more than a little scandalous than the average, Preston’s family was every bit as pureblood as any you could find at Hogwarts.&nbsp; Thus they had carefully, or at least thoroughly, instilled in him that one must NOT get a girl pregnant before she was married.&nbsp; Especially not a pureblood girl, and most importantly one whose family you were joining with.<br><br>Preston had alway found this to be completely ironic, because the moment one WAS actually married to said pureblood girl, it was expected that they would start making babies pronto.&nbsp; Granted, this was a tradition that had carried over from another time.&nbsp; Much like now, Wizards were scarce in relation to Muggles, and it was a dangerous world out there.&nbsp; For one to carry on the family name, and there was little that carried such importance as that among the pureblood families, it was safest to have a few extra heirs around in case one met a bad end.<br><br>Unfortunately, as true as all of this was, it had no bearing on the fact that young Preston wanted to get into some very compromising positions with the lovely Cece, and as soon as was possible.&nbsp; Still, as he leaned back and watched her digest his words, he had to admit she was rather cute when she was being vexing, and perhaps it WAS best not to rush into anything.&nbsp; Not that he’d be telling her that.&nbsp; “Smooth?&nbsp; Me?&nbsp; Surely not!&nbsp; Can’t a man compliment his lovely bride-to-be without having some sort of ulterior motive in mind?” He asked, his arms lightly caressing hers over her soft sweater.<br><br>Ignoring the bit about nothing happening soon, he still had his hopes after all, Preston was just starting to think about what Cece had said, a plan forming in his mind already.&nbsp; “Hmmm.&nbsp; Perfume or jewelry.&nbsp; I think I can….ulp!” Before he even got close to that sentence, Cece pulled him in for another toe curling kiss, and Preston was just starting to understand the game.&nbsp; Perhaps, it was all a lovely bit of cat and mouse, and while he did not expect that Cece was lying when she said nothing would be happening soon, that didn’t mean he couldn’t leave her thinking about it.<br><br>Returning the soft mewls she let play against his lips was a low groan of his own, Preston let his hand dip lower, scooping Cece up by the small of her back once more, pulling her svelte and curvy form against his quite firmly.&nbsp; &nbsp;At the same time, Preston’s ever so warm other palm slowly danced up the long column of her neck, stopping only once it reached the back of Cece’s head, where it could bury into her hair, tilting her head back and deepening the kiss greatly.&nbsp; Letting the kiss linger long past when he should have taken a breath, Preston finally broke away, but only so far as he was staring into Cece’s deep eyes from an inch away.<br><br>“You are truly an amazing kisser, Cece…” He whispered.&nbsp; Compliments and firm kisses.&nbsp; That was his plan, in a nutshell.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>30-06-2018, 13:40:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e2/Cece_Huff_11.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Cecilia Price (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14079007#msg14079007)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/pretty-little-liars/images/b/b6/Lucy-Hale--Hollister-Clothing-2014--03.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150813122839&amp;path-prefix=fr) with these heels (https://www.fsjshoes.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/600x600/602f0fa2c1f0d1ba5e241f914e856ff9/n/j/nj080116.jpg) and rose gold infinity promise ring (http://cdn.supadupa.me/shop/20655/images/1923111/il_fullxfull.545557617_qg05_grande.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Chestnut | Dragon Heartstring | 9 ¼ inches | Slightly bendy<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 29 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Clocktower Courtyard - fountain <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Material girl living in a material world <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> How to Love - Cash Cash ft. Sofia Reyes (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=peByeoQhjMM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Preston <br><hr><br>The more that Preston went on, the more Cece’s lashes narrowed. Soon enough, he’d be looking at her with her eyes shut! She flashed him a chiding look, appearing to be on the verge of a lecture or formulating some sort of admonishment. Preston carried on to playfully disagree with her remarks - something he had not yet learned to avoid, obviously - then resorted to flattery. <br><br>“You can and should compliment me regularly. However, it hardly means your intentions are pure.” Cece’s tongue briefly flicked out to wet her plump, slightly swollen lips. “One look at you and it’s clear you’ve got something up your sleeve,” she reprimanded him playfully, her body swaying gently at the influence of his large hands at her shoulders and arms. <br><br>Just before she pulled him in for another kiss, Preston promised to shower her in gifts, which only inspired her to kiss him even harder. Her lips pressed against his fervently, mewls transferring back and forth between them, getting captured in the fold of their liplock. He scooped her up and caused her to gasp, though it was muffled nearly silent by his delicious mouth. <br><br>Their bodies pressed, trapping heat that continued to grow hotter with every passing second. His other hand cradled the back of her head and got lost in a sea of her waves, making her head dip backward and parting her lips as their kiss intensified. Cece’s arms tightened around his shoulders, her fingertips and nails lightly tracing along his neck and scalp. Whether or not he meant to leave her breathless, that was precisely what Preston did. <br><br>Once the kiss came to an end, Cece couldn’t help pouting as she collected herself and caught her breath. Her lashes parted and she stared at his lips, the lips that had just brought her to a new level of desire. Her gulp was audible as her heavy head finally straightened enough to gaze into his eyes and hear his compliment. She loosened her grip upon him and released a breathy giggle. “Flattery might get you everywhere, Preston. But it won’t get you in my skirts.” <br><br>At least, that was what she had to keep telling herself. That was what she had to keep reiterating to him. Her hands smoothed down his chest and clung to his sides before wrapping around his back, fingertips clinging to the plush fabric of his sweater. From this angle she tilted her head and gained access to his neck, where she lightly peppered a few kisses, working a trail up to the side of his ear, before whispering there. “You are naughty, aren’t you, Preston?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>05-07-2018, 01:55:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Preston_Huff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Preston Chadwick III (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14061020#msg14061020)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> &nbsp;Could be chilly - with black sneakers (https://static1.squarespace.com/static/55655cb9e4b0605469514b06/5a638821652dea21c637c278/5a638821f9619ad9da6a559f/1516472358749/JoeKeery-7.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Redwood and has a core of Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff. -&nbsp; First year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 29 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hufflepuff Common Room<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Oh my~<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Cecilia<br><hr><br>Preston could not help but chuckle at Cece’s responses to his valiant attempts, even as his laughter was interrupted by little gasps and moans at the feeling of her perfect nails raking at his skin.&nbsp; Cece might come off of self absorbed and ditzy at times, but she was no dummy.<br><br>“Is it still flattery if it’s totally true?”&nbsp; Preston grinned, his lopsided smirk appearing once more when their latest kiss came to an end, just in time as he was wondering how much more of her body pressed against him that he had before he simply exploded.<br><br>As if to press the issue, Cece rose up unto her heels again, this time her soft, full lips began pressing themselves to his neck, which he discovered was one of his strongest weaknesses.&nbsp; This time it was Preston’s turn to gulp audibly, his hands dropping around Cece’s waist as he tried to decide if he should pull her closer and risk alarming her again, or push her away a little and risk way more.<br><br>Deciding closer was the safer and far more interesting bet, Preston was just reaching in for more when Cece moved to meet him, his hands sliding between her blouse and shorts, finding the smooth skin of her back at last, the smoothness sending a deep shiver through him.&nbsp; Recovering quickly, Preston pressed that knew advantage, his fingers making little motions against her skin as he replied.<br><br>“Naughty?&nbsp; Oh Cece, my dearest, you have absolutely no idea.” He said, letting her linger at his ear for a few seconds before he decided that turnabout was very fair play.&nbsp; Dipping his head, Preston started his own kisses at Cece’s ear before going lower until he was pressing his lips firmly against the join of her neck and collarbone.&nbsp; “Not yet, but you certainly will.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>05-07-2018, 15:59:26</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">GM Plot Event</span></strong></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTM1ODAwMDc2NF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMjUzNzg3MQ@@._V1_UY317_CR14,0,214,317_AL_.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Fergus Sacheverell<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual (http://cdn.abclocal.go.com/images/otrc/2010/photos/130723-galleryimg-startraks-to-do-list-premiere-samberg.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff 1st Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday September 29th, 2017.<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Bon Fire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Confrontation<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Tension/ Persona 5 soundtrack (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hQkHb47G-L4&amp;list=PLkEWWbyS3nIgFIryf0moadIgDYu7Q05pe&amp;index=12)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open to anyone interested in GM Plot[<br><hr><br>Fergus hadn't really expect anyone else to come to his defense. It seemed everyone was more interested in chasing one another's affections than sticking around any longer than was necessary to ease their consciousnesses to say they paid a good deed. Every last individual who had been there quickly turned tail just moments later. Worst of all was what had happened to poor Chip. All around him only a couple of heads turned and for the most part the rest of the party simply went on to their own devices. Perhaps it was because they believed he was simply looking for attention, or he was simply wasn't worth their distraction.<br><br>It was a great surprise when two other girls moved up to him inquiring about what had happened. For a moment Fergus could do nothing but stare at the two girls questioningly. They were now the third set of strangers that had tried to help him. Still once his senses returned to him he'd shake his head towards them gazing towards the rat in his hands as he looked at Chip.<br><br>"No, this is my pet Rat Chip, I summoned him and this is what came, you can tell it's him because of his tail." He said running his hand over the stone statue of the rat. "Alyssa must have gotten to him because of the pumpkin juice...and the lake." He said with a long sigh afterwards.<br><br>When she asked if he was still alive he shrugged, but just then the statue squeaked as one would expect a live rat to do, and the surprise of the moment caused Fergus to drop the statue on the ground and back up for a moment. Then quickly scooping the rat back once again. It appeared the rat was very much alive still, just entirely encased in stone.<br><br>"Ooh Poor Chip." he said hugging the statue of his rat close. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>06-07-2018, 14:14:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e2/Cece_Huff_11.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Cecilia Price (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14079007#msg14079007)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/pretty-little-liars/images/b/b6/Lucy-Hale--Hollister-Clothing-2014--03.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150813122839&amp;path-prefix=fr) with these heels (https://www.fsjshoes.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/600x600/602f0fa2c1f0d1ba5e241f914e856ff9/n/j/nj080116.jpg) and rose gold infinity promise ring (http://cdn.supadupa.me/shop/20655/images/1923111/il_fullxfull.545557617_qg05_grande.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Chestnut | Dragon Heartstring | 9 ¼ inches | Slightly bendy<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 29 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Clocktower Courtyard - fountain <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Material girl living in a material world <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> How to Love - Cash Cash ft. Sofia Reyes (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=peByeoQhjMM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Preston <br><hr><br>Preston was a charmer, there was no doubt about it. Cece was certain he could chin wag his way out of just about anything. Or at least, he thought he could. But that was before he met his match - his future wife. At least she hoped that she could put him in his place when he needed it, and not be taken along for the ride. Of course, she wouldn’t share with Preston that she had doubts when it came to keeping him firmly pressed underneath her thumb. If she let him know he had more wiggle room in his promise ring than he could have imagined, then he would most certainly take that and run with it. <br><br>Before long, she would wind up expecting and their parents would blow several gaskets. At least. <br><br>Preston questioned if flattery was still called that when it was true, and Cece’s mock scowl faltered, turning into a smile that she couldn’t keep from appearing. A light, bubbly giggle sounded out while she shook her head at him, a sigh of defeat following. <br><br>Still, she wasn’t finished with their much more intimate kisses, so Cece took the opportunity presented to press herself closer and sample a taste of his neck. His groans and heavy breathing caused a surge of tingling sensations to flare up inside of her. She wanted to hear more noises like that, to be the reason they were happening at all. Indeed, saying no to Preston until they were actually married would be quite difficult. <br><br>Preston knew that he was naughty, not only admitting it aloud but in fact making it seem as if the word didn’t quite do him justice. Her lips peeled away from his neck with a certain intention, but that was interrupted by Preston’s mouth closing in against her ear. She gasped faintly, only to leave room for another more profound gasp when his kisses danced lower down the column of her neck. He promised that she would find out just how naughty he was in due time, but it made her rather curious. Too curious not to inquire. <br><br>“Mmmn,” she pressed against him a little harder, tilting her head to the side and dropping her hands down his chest, where they clung to his fuzzy sweater, forgetting all about the need to keep some distance between their hormonal bodies. “Just how naughty can you be then, Preston?” She asked, sinking her teeth against her lower lip, her voice never raising above a heated whisper. “Does that mean you have certain, very cheeky things that you’d like to do to me?” Assuming his answer would be yes, she went on. “Tell me what they are…” <br><br>Oh, they were entering dangerous territory. She knew as much. But, perhaps this was also Cece’s way of discovering whether he was all bark and no bite. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>10-07-2018, 03:41:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Preston_Huff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Preston Chadwick III (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14061020#msg14061020)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> &nbsp;Could be chilly - with black sneakers (https://static1.squarespace.com/static/55655cb9e4b0605469514b06/5a638821652dea21c637c278/5a638821f9619ad9da6a559f/1516472358749/JoeKeery-7.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Redwood and has a core of Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff. -&nbsp; First year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 29 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hufflepuff Common Room<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Oh my~<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Cecilia<br><hr>Oh but they were entering very dangerous territory.&nbsp; Preston knew it, even in his rapidly heating state knew that there was a definite point of no return, where teenage hormones would take completely over, and good decision or bad, they’d only be listening to their bodies at that point.&nbsp; Part of him, a small and easily ignored part, said that perhaps Cece’s inexperience was leading her along a road she didn’t want to go down.&nbsp; But then, how was rude was that, a very different part of his body asked.&nbsp; She was a smart girl, and if she wanted to ask, well…<br><br>“Certain things, my Cece?”&nbsp; Preston asked, his hand on her lower back starting to very slowly slide lower over her full curves.&nbsp; “Cheeky things?” He continued, his palm gliding over her firm ass for the first time as those words left him, his cock surging in his pants at that touch, thankfully taking it out of the way though, as it grew firm against his lower belly.&nbsp; “There are so, so many such things I’d like to do to you…”<br><br>As his hand moved lower, finally leaving cloth behind as it graced her upper thigh at last, Preston allowed himself the enjoyment of that smooth skin for just a second before he stood quickly, his hand moving to the crook of Cece’s knee as he took her with him, bringing her far up onto the toes of her only standing foot, her other leg wrapped around him, so that this time she was the one rubbing her desire against him.&nbsp; “But what kind of gentleman would I be if I simply whispered them to you now…”&nbsp; He breathed against her ear, shifting his body so she could barely help grinding against him.&nbsp; <br><br>“I mean, I could tell you how desperately I wished to taste more and more of you, but then, would you perhaps think less of me for being so brash?”&nbsp; He grinned, rather enjoying being utterly brash in deed, and seemingly restrained in words.&nbsp; She had, after all, asked for it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>10-07-2018, 16:12:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/09/Reyna3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Reyna Pietruszewski (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14201548#msg14201548)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Gray Shirt with Jeans and some sneakers (http://www3.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Kari+Feinstein+Style+Lounge+Presented+Aruba+0gQEsaE3avql.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand:</strong> 9" Blackthorn with Boomslang Venom <br><strong>House | Year:</strong>&nbsp; Slytherin | First Year <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Friday | September 29th, 2017 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bonfire <br><strong>Content:</strong> Light - Confused<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Fergus Sacheverell | Open<br><hr><br>Reyna experienced a twinge of annoyance when Fergus stared at her like she had grown a third eye out of her forehead rather than answer her question. Did he want help or not?!? The answer to her inquiry came from the rat rather than its owner as it released a frightened whine from its stone encasing. <br><br>“Poor Chip,” Khloe whispered in a sympathetic tone. “At least he’s alive though.” Despite her genuine feelings of sympathy for master and pet, she made no move to comfort either of them. It was not her way to invade someone’s personal space without permission. Even if he did appear open to it, she had a feeling doing so would only intensify his discomfort rather than provide some measure of reassurance to him. “You’ll need to act quickly,” Khloe added, “I can’t imagine he’ll last long that way.” <br><br>Reyna elbowed her friend in the side, hard enough to make her say ‘ouch’ aloud and rub the aching spot. It would not help anyone if Fergus became hysterical rather than rational. Plus, she recalled reading somewhere that pets picked up on their owner’s distress. He needed to be calm for Chip’s sake. <br><br>“Alyssa isn’t important right now and hugging him won’t fix anything either,” Renya interjected with a wave of her hand. “We should take him to Professor Brimble. I bet he’ll know how to fix him.” <br><br>Khloe nodded her head in agreement, prepared to wave the frazzled Hufflepuff away. <br><br>“We’ll come with you,” Reyna said without thinking to get her friend’s opinion first. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>11-07-2018, 03:41:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e2/Cece_Huff_11.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Cecilia Price (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14079007#msg14079007)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/pretty-little-liars/images/b/b6/Lucy-Hale--Hollister-Clothing-2014--03.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150813122839&amp;path-prefix=fr) with these heels (https://www.fsjshoes.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/600x600/602f0fa2c1f0d1ba5e241f914e856ff9/n/j/nj080116.jpg) and rose gold infinity promise ring (http://cdn.supadupa.me/shop/20655/images/1923111/il_fullxfull.545557617_qg05_grande.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Chestnut | Dragon Heartstring | 9 ¼ inches | Slightly bendy<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 29 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Clocktower Courtyard - fountain <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Material girl living in a material world <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> How to Love - Cash Cash ft. Sofia Reyes (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=peByeoQhjMM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Preston <br><hr><br>Even though she had been asking for it to a degree, to say that Cece had at all expected Preston’s reaction to her question would have been wildly wrong. She bit her lower lip and clutched his sweater a little tighter, nodding her head encouragingly as she awaited his reply. Perhaps she had encouraged what came next minimally, but when Preston danced his hand down the side of her curvature, she felt wave after wave of unfamiliar and perplexing sensations.<br><br>There was something thrilling about being out in such a public place, displaying such intimacy for nearly anyone to behold. Preston’s hand grew bolder as she reflected about their risque behavior, gliding over her bum while he promised that he wanted to do many cheeky things to her. Cece’s imagination about such matters could only go so far on its own, but the tone that he used and the way that he looked at her and posessively grabbed hold of her gave her a few ideas. <br><br>Not to mention, being called <em>his</em> had a certain ring to it. It did unspeakable things to her. <br><br>Her lips parted as a small gasp sounded out audibly. She both relished and feared the way that his hand on her ass felt, the way that she wanted to feel more of those sensations. Gulping after releasing her plump lower lip, she pressed onto the tips of her toes once again, teasingly lifting herself out of his clutch. Just when she thought she had one upped him though, Preston maneuvered even lower simultaneously, as if that had been his plan all along. He took hold of her thigh and pulled. <br><br>“Eep!” She yelped, fearful of losing her balance as he hoisted her leg over his side and pressed her center purposefully against his. Cece’s jaw dropped open at his brazen action and the way that it effortlessly caused his hard bulge to dig against her. Preston ignored her shock and carried on to profess that admitting his intentions up front would not have been gentlemanly behavior. She scoffed loudly, but tilted her head when he leaned in to whisper against her ear. His words inquired about whether she would think less of him for being so bold. <br><br>“As if what you are already doing is not too bold!” She scolded him, yanking her leg downward and pushing his chest gently to regain some space, and her balance. Then again, even if she had used all of her strength, she was sure it would not have been enough to even teeter her tall fiance. “Like this is gentlemanly behavior, Preston!” She admonished him, her words far harsher than her body language as her hands went to her hem and tugged it down. Her head whipped side to side, clearly looking for any indication of spies. <br><br>“You could have flashed someone my knickers just then!” She informed him, her eyes wide with horror as she swatted his arm with her hand. “We really need to keep you under control, Preston.” Her tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth. “Tisk, tisk.” Still, just the same, a smirk started to unfurl from the edges of her lips. Despite his brazen tactics, Preston was indeed going to be difficult to continue saying no to. <br><br>“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say your plan is to get me pregnant straight away,” she saucily remarked, guiding her hand to lace with his. “But, perhaps we should keep going. It would be a terrible thing to be too late for the bonfire, wouldn’t it?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>18-07-2018, 16:05:05</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">GM Plot Event</span></strong></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTM1ODAwMDc2NF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMjUzNzg3MQ@@._V1_UY317_CR14,0,214,317_AL_.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Fergus Sacheverell<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual (http://cdn.abclocal.go.com/images/otrc/2010/photos/130723-galleryimg-startraks-to-do-list-premiere-samberg.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff 1st Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday September 29th, 2017.<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Bon Fire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Confrontation<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Tension/ Persona 5 soundtrack (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hQkHb47G-L4&amp;list=PLkEWWbyS3nIgFIryf0moadIgDYu7Q05pe&amp;index=12)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Reyna and Khloe</div><br><br><div class="floatright">(https://cdn-ami-wordpress.heartyhosting.com/www.nationalenquirer.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/08/steve-irwin-death-drugs-murder-F.jpg?resize=540%2C400&amp;ssl=1)<br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Professor Nigel Brimble</strong><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A purple polo short and some cargo shorts<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Half-Blood<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday September 29th, 2017.<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> His Shack<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; trying to help<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Tension/ Persona 5 soundtrack (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hQkHb47G-L4&amp;list=PLkEWWbyS3nIgFIryf0moadIgDYu7Q05pe&amp;index=12)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Reyna and Klhoe</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br><br>Fergus listened to the two other girls as they spoke. What they were saying did make a lot of sense, Chip was alive that was probably a good sign. Though the second point made was really and truly something to worry about. Could he die like that? Did he need oxygen or food? The thought was obviously worrying and his face reflected those signs of doubts as they spoke to him. For Fergus he felt lost and trapped and hadn't the slightest clue on what to do in order to do, so naturally he was going to lean towards the two new helpers in order to see it through. They seemed to have a good idea on what to do next.<br><br>"Okay that sounds like a good idea," he said with a nod, clutching chip against his chest tightly while he let the girls lead the way to Professor Brimble's shack. <br><br>When the group reached the Shack they'd be in luck as Professor Brimble would indeed be home. Apparently undisturbed by the bonfire, or perhaps simply letting teenagers be teenagers. When the knock on the door came, he'd open it and invite the three of them in. Once the events of the evening had been made clear to him. He'd nod and take Chip from Fergus setting him on a table and pulling out his wand. It seemed obvious that a transmutation spell was at work. <br><br>However upon working to reverse the spell and get Chip back into a normal rat, instead the stone rate turned to Iron. A frown took the features of Brimble, as he had most assuredly not worked to turn the rat to Iron. He'd try to do so again, only on this next attempt the rat would turn to gold. Brimble wouldn't make a third attempt at it. It was strange and he'd study the features of the rat for awhile longer before turning to the students that had brought Chip in.<br><br>"<strong>Clearly some form of transmutation has taken place, however it's clearer now that this is the work of a curse, and one I'm not familiar with. I'll take Chip with me and we'll see Roybald Creevy, I'm sure we'll come up with something and Chip will be right as rain in the morning</strong>." He said.<br><br>"<strong>Also it was good of you girls to assist this lad and bring him here, ten points to Slytherin each</strong>." He added, before excusing the students from his hut.<br><br>He'd gather some things himself before scooping up Chip and leaving himself. It appeared perhaps he was going to have a late night, but he aimed to fix Chip up. What a cruel spell to cast on a rat, if it was indeed Alyssa there was going to need to be some form of punishment.<br><br><hr><br>Fergus still felt distraught any hope he'd felt melted away and the assurances of Professor Brimble did little to ease him. Thanking Reyna and Khloe, he'd head off towards the castle. No longer feeling to be in a festive mood and desiring to be alone. Safest place for him was probably the hufflepuff common room, if Alyssa was willing to do that to chip imagine what she'd do to him.<br><br><strong>~end GM Plot Scene~</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>23-07-2018, 04:59:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Preston_Huff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Preston Chadwick III (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14061020#msg14061020)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> &nbsp;Could be chilly - with black sneakers (https://static1.squarespace.com/static/55655cb9e4b0605469514b06/5a638821652dea21c637c278/5a638821f9619ad9da6a559f/1516472358749/JoeKeery-7.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Redwood and has a core of Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff. -&nbsp; First year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 29 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Clocktower Courtyard<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Oh my~<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Cecilia<br><hr><hr>Things had been going so well too.&nbsp; Cece had been getting bolder and bolder, far more so than anything he had seen on their courting dates before school began, and certainly more than he had even gotten a glimpse of at Hogwarts.&nbsp; Now though, it appeared that all the fun was over, and as she wrenched herself from his grasp (going as far as to push him - even if it didn’t budge him in the least), Preston was suddenly warring with himself to either be dejected or angry.&nbsp; Luckily, before either of those normal teenage boy emotions could take hold, his Chadwick blood took over.<br><br>Stepping back the space Cece had tried to acquire with a push, Preston made quite the show of shrugging and picking at his sweater to return it to its proper placement.&nbsp; “Well, I <em>did</em> warn you, Cece, so you are just as much at blame.” He replied, shrugging again, and unlike his fiance he did not hide his wide grin in the least.&nbsp; After all, it HAD been fun while it lasted, and while he was positively ACHING below the belt, he knew there was light at the end of the tunnel at least.&nbsp; And from Cece had shown tonight, some very interesting light indeed.&nbsp; “You really must be more careful on what you ask for.”<br><br>Struck with an epiphany by that phrase, Preston leaned down, although this time it was only his face that drew close to the girl.&nbsp; “You see, you ask for something, and well, I am positively compelled to make sure that I give it to you.&nbsp; And I think you can hardly blame me…”&nbsp; Leaving that innuendo laden phrase floating there in the air between them, Preston gladly took Cece’s hand and let his fingers lace with hers.&nbsp; “But no, it won’t be pregnancy right away by any stretch.&nbsp; Although to be fair, it won’t be for lack of practicing.”&nbsp; Shaking his head, Preston hoped the water got very cold here.&nbsp; “Now what do we know about this Balor fellow.&nbsp; I don’t think I’ve ever met him…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>28-07-2018, 04:57:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e2/Cece_Huff_11.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Cecilia Price (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14079007#msg14079007)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/pretty-little-liars/images/b/b6/Lucy-Hale--Hollister-Clothing-2014--03.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150813122839&amp;path-prefix=fr) with these heels (https://www.fsjshoes.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/600x600/602f0fa2c1f0d1ba5e241f914e856ff9/n/j/nj080116.jpg) and rose gold infinity promise ring (http://cdn.supadupa.me/shop/20655/images/1923111/il_fullxfull.545557617_qg05_grande.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Chestnut | Dragon Heartstring | 9 ¼ inches | Slightly bendy<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 29 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Clocktower Courtyard - fountain <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Material girl living in a material world <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> How to Love - Cash Cash ft. Sofia Reyes (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=peByeoQhjMM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Preston <br><hr><br>The revelation from Preston that she was, in fact, partially to blame for his egregious behavior, made Cece gasp in rather an exaggerated way. Still, the edges of her lips perked, unable to completely conceal her amusement in the situation. The grin that he wore on his face was undeniable and likely much to his satisfaction, pretty infectious as well. <br><br>“Really?” She questioned with a quirk of her brows, resisting the urge to step closer and tease him a little more. The reality that she may have been asking for more than she could handle, or perhaps playing with a flame that was too hot to bear, was starting to sink in. She shook her head at his follow up remark that she should be more careful about what she wished for.<br><br>Honestly, it was like he had taken the thought right from her very head!<br><br>Preston drew nearer with just his face, his voice dropping to a whisper that she didn’t know she longed to hear more of, in much more intimate settings. Not that he needed to - or even should - know that, however. His words were such a tempting piece of fruit though, that Cece wondered how she would ever suppress the craving to reach out, grab it, and take a big bite. She bit at her lower lip, hoping to quell herself. <br><br>His hand folded against hers, fingers lacing between hers as his words hung in the heated air between them. Even if his words were meant to be nothing more than a sexy enigma to keep her on her toes, Cece adored the promise that whatever she asked for, he would deliver to her. Who could ask for anything more? And what better quality was there than that for a future husband?<br><br>She was positively glowing, and then he mentioned pregnancy. Cece frowned, but was thankful that they were on the same page - no immediate offspring in their future. Though he planned on getting plenty of practice in. It took a moment for the meaning to really hit her, and then she reached over and hit <em>him</em> with an open palm against his chest. “Preston!” Her voice whined his name, then her tongue clicked at him in disapproval. “So naughty!” <br><br>But that thought did cause her to think about their first time and about practicing in general. When Preston spoke about Aaric Balor, the upperclassmen hosting the bonfire party they were no doubt late for by then, she tugged their joined hands around the back of her waist and rested them against her hip, bringing her side to wedge against his. “Honestly? Not much. He’s a pureblood who comes from quite a bit of money. I think he’s Irish?” She questioned. <br><br>“But, I’d rather go back to talking about practicing.” She led him a little further on, to the very edge of the courtyard where the walls were built to keep the fountain properly contained. She stopped just before the exit to the courtyard however, leaning closer to Preston, her free hand grasping a bit of his sweater and tugging him down so that she could whisper in his ear. “Did you mean it when you said that anything I ask for, you would feel compelled to give to me?” It was just too tempting to pass up. And just like that, she had taken a bite of that succulent fruit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>14-08-2018, 02:31:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Preston_Huff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Preston Chadwick III (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14061020#msg14061020)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> &nbsp;Could be chilly - with black sneakers (https://static1.squarespace.com/static/55655cb9e4b0605469514b06/5a638821652dea21c637c278/5a638821f9619ad9da6a559f/1516472358749/JoeKeery-7.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Redwood and has a core of Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff. -&nbsp; First year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 29 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Clocktower Courtyard<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Oh my~<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Cecilia<br><hr><hr>The moment certainly seemed to be over, and while Preston would undoubtedly spend some time later tonight lamenting the fact, in that very moment he tried on the part of the honorable pure blooded gentleman and put his urgings behind him.&nbsp; Instead, he simply laughed delightedly as Cece slapped playfully at his chest, already fully enjoying the game of his saying naughty things and her pretending to be scandalized.&nbsp; And Preston was pretty sure she was pretending.&nbsp; No one in the world could kiss like that and be shocked by a little innuendo.<br><br>Focussing instead on his change of subject, Preston nonetheless rather enjoyed the feel of Cece wedged in against his side as they made their way towards the courtyards exit.&nbsp; “Well, we know as much as each other then.&nbsp; Although I seem to remember it being rather….old money.”&nbsp; Preston replied, no hint of disparagement in his tone seeing as he came from old money himself, and his fiance from older and more money than even that!&nbsp; Preston was just wondering if this bonfire was something that he should be paying more attention to when Cece pulled him to a stop and wiped that idea from his mind.<br><br>Leaning down as she pulled, Preston’s eyes flew a little wide as Cece took his line about practicing hook, line and sinker, and left him wondering if she was teasing him, willingly playing with fire, or perhaps simply experimenting with the dynamics of their relationship.&nbsp; &nbsp;Deciding that it must be the third option, Preston leaned back, his face almost complete in full shadow here so close to the wall in the darkness of night.&nbsp; Saying nothing at first, Preston slowly moved closer until his chest lightly bumped hers.&nbsp; Taking both of Cece’s hands, Preston laced their fingers together, holding her arms down to their full length as he finally leaned down to whisper softly, his eyes locked with hers.<br><br>“Of course I meant it.&nbsp; I always mean what I say to you, Cece.”&nbsp; Preston replied, his breath warm against her skin in the autumn air.&nbsp; “When you ask for something, I will do what it takes to see that you receive it.&nbsp; All you have to do…….is ask.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cailleach</strong> on <strong>14-08-2018, 16:03:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/VegaGryff4.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Vega Sutton<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> &nbsp;grey t-shirt, maroon hoodie, black leather jacket, black faded jeans and grey trainers (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f3/10/09/f3100975f31f83d94347e9078c81cff6.jpg), <br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Knotted 10 ½inch unyielding blackthorn wand with thunderbird feather core<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor First Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 30th, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Saturday morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> by a large tree at the edge of the <strong>Great Lake </strong><br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> bored out of her tree planning an escape route<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> &nbsp;Bullet with Butterfly wings (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-r-V0uK4u0&amp;t=0s&amp;list=PLQ3U12B1z4JU9QSNmSqoarkB_v7zOLW9G&amp;index=28)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <strong>OPEN </strong><br><hr><br>The sky had been undecided all morning long and Vega had lain in her bed just as undecided staring at the canopy of her bed before finally inhaling long and deep, swinging her legs out of the bed and exhaling loudly before they had touched the cold wood of the dorm floor. Scratching the back of her head as a small yawn escaped her Vega glanced back at the pillow her head had rested on a mere moment before which should have been empty but instead the cat she had to buy for some unknown reason now lay purring atop it. Vega frowned debating whether to shoo the cat away, change out the pillow covering or just let the creature be. The black eyes of the as yet to be named cat opened and glanced at her and both stared for a while as if not wanting to be the first to look away. Vega won, she was just as strange as the cat possibly more so and as the black Bombay cat snuggled deeper, purposefully scratching claws into the pillow in a pretense at getting comfortable the cat even gave her begrudging kudos for staring her down. Vega let the cat be, so really they both won.<br><br>Vega didn't bother to grab the entirety of her wash bag, instead she picked up her toothbrush from where she had let it drop to the bedside locker the evening before. Padding on bare feet she walked down to the bathroom and used it, sticking her toothbrush behind her ear while she sat there contemplating her next move. So far she had met all the professors from all her classes, her 'disorder' meant that they took an interest in what a muggle permanent 'illness' looked like. To date the classes she liked she could count with her nose, one Defense against the Dark Arts and that was only because professor Creevy seemed to creep people out the way she did. The class itself she found as banal as all the others, she didn't want to be here and no amount of pep talk from good old James Morrison the Gryffindor head boy would change that. The very thought of a headboy and one that looked like James who was anything but a boy made Vega smirk before finally flushing and leaving the cubicle. She went to wash her hands, throw some water at her face and brush her teeth. <br><br>Her morning routine was basic at best on a Saturday. Standing in girl boxers and a grubby grey vest top, Vega gripped the edge of the basin with one hand while doing likewise with the other hand but with her toothbrush in situ. For a moment her head hung over the sink as she watched her spittle being washed down the drain before lifting her gaze and looking at the reflection in the old mirror before her. Her skin was pale and blemish free, the only markings being her tattoos and piercings, she had been asked by Professor Cliffspire the Gryffindor head of house to remove the more 'obvious' piercings, which Vega had thought was a breach on her person-hood but eventually she had removed the slightly larger piercings and replaced them with studs or smaller rings. It was a truce, an olive branch of sorts and Cliffspire had taken it but since then she had smiled even more warmly than ever before at Vega as she walked the corridors to class or even in Charms; twice she had seen her at the flying lesson beaming brightly at the way Vega took such a bizarre class in her stride.<br><br>She returned to her dorm, moving quietly so as not to disturb the others still sleeping. She dressed herself, every so often looking at the unnamed cat still atop her pillow before sitting down on the edge of the bed and pulling on socks and trainers. Once the laces were tied, Vega picked up her shoulder satchel and placed it on, letting the bag itself settle to her side. It was only then that Vega looked at the wand that was lying in its box on her bedside locker. With a sigh she picked it up and put that inside the bag in the compartment she usually set aside for her laptop. Staring at the space with the stick of magical powers, she wished it was her laptop for the millionth time since she had gotten to this infernal school. Her bed left unmade she walked across the dorm to open the door as quietly as she had done before, only this time she didn't leave it alone. Her strange cat had stretched itself out, saw her about to leave and decided it would go with her behaving perhaps more like a dog than a cat but neither girl or familiar were normal by any stretch of the word.<br><br>Through the castle she walked, having stepped out of the portal and ignoring the fat lady's warm greeting by pulling her hoodie up over her black hair. Hands tucked like fists into the pockets of her jacket she stepped onto a staircase before it began to move. Vega hated this, it would either make her journey outside longer than necessary or just make her completely lost like it had before earning her a nice shade of blue when she had shown up at Professor Shufflebottom's class late. Who does that she had fumed when she had to walk around looking like Grumpy Smurf for the entire day, she should have sat at the Ravenclaw table afterwards she had thought. Eventually she found herself walking out the entrance and down towards the Great Lake, glancing behind her to note that cat was still following her. She said nothing but continued on her way until at last she spotted the large oak tree and sighed with relief. Her hands left her pockets and rummaged in her bag until her cigarettes and a lighter were found. She lit one and inhaled deeply enjoying the first drag of the morning before flicking down her hood and sitting down at the base of the tree that looked out on to the lake. This was to her the best spot in all of the school, she took another drag letting her head rest back against the gnarled wood as cat came and sat near her. Vega's legs bent at the knees, arms resting straight out atop them with smoke pinched between the index and thumb of her left hand, she looked out across the Great Lake.<br><strong><br>"What are the possibilities of digging a tunnel out of here?"</strong> she asked cat without even looking at the sleek black bundle, <strong>"or walking out of here wherever here is."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>15-08-2018, 22:45:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e2/Cece_Huff_11.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Cecilia Price (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14079007#msg14079007)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/pretty-little-liars/images/b/b6/Lucy-Hale--Hollister-Clothing-2014--03.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150813122839&amp;path-prefix=fr) with these heels (https://www.fsjshoes.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/600x600/602f0fa2c1f0d1ba5e241f914e856ff9/n/j/nj080116.jpg) and rose gold infinity promise ring (http://cdn.supadupa.me/shop/20655/images/1923111/il_fullxfull.545557617_qg05_grande.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Chestnut | Dragon Heartstring | 9 ¼ inches | Slightly bendy<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 29 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Clocktower Courtyard - fountain <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Material girl living in a material world <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> How to Love - Cash Cash ft. Sofia Reyes (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=peByeoQhjMM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Preston <br><hr><br>With the thoughts of Aaric Balor and his bonfire all but forgotten, Cece was only too glad when Preston leaned in closer and played right into her hand. Suddenly the line between teasing and genuine curiosity was starting to blur. It was likely a wonder to Preston whether she was sincerely testing the limits or if she was sincere about turning the tables around on him when he had least expected it and had no realistic way to prepare for it. <br><br>He kept silent, his face masked by darkness. Moving close enough for their fronts to brush, his hands encased hers and his hoarse yet tantalizing whisper sank into her ears, all while his gaze pierced through her own. Oh, he was trouble, and he knew it. But, beyond trouble, he was more. Cece watched him intently as he promised her that he always meant the words he spoke to her.<br><br>While he spoke, his breath washed over her skin, colliding with their cool, crisp surroundings. She bit at her lower lip, indescribable feelings flourishing inside of her. Preston promised to give her what she asked for, as long as she asked. Undoubtedly, he had expected their conversation to stay on the path of practicing for future offspring. Yet, Cece’s mind veered with her heart.<br><br>“I want our first time to be… perfect.” She voiced her opinion like a confession of sorts, her fingers gripping against his a little tighter, as if to make sure he wouldn’t move away. “I want us to be… in love.” Cece smiled up at him in a dreamy way, looking like a girl who had read far too many romantic novels in her day. And what was wrong with expecting her very own happy ending?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Sakura</strong> on <strong>17-08-2018, 20:07:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/32/ScyllaRavenclaw2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> <span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Papyrus;" class="bbc_font">Scylla Cromwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14058728#msg14058728)</span></span><br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Lounge wear, long black open cardigan, over a lavender tank top, and black sneakers. <br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 9 ¾ | Pine | Rougarou Hair<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | First Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: 30 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning | Saturday<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Moving towards the Great Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Unexpected guest in her little place<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Evanescence - Never Go Back (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KS4ve6Rvsp4&amp;list=OLAK5uy_niTDxUfloUQR5GnclThBALslR6-KhOpwM&amp;index=2)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Vega | Mentioning: Aaric (Not in name), Xual.<br><hr><br>This was the 5th Saturday she had woke up into. The days were becoming easier to wake up to. Still riddled with episodes of depression. Somehow, her body was desperate for social interaction, and yet her mind deprived it of her. She was the vessel to be used as her grandmother had wished of her. She was going to honor her lineage by becoming an exceptional healer. Nothing more nothing less. <br><br>She had found herself taking up volunteer work within the hospital wing and her bedside manners were little to be desired. She watched as people took their lives for granted. Though was it okay for her to generalize that some didn’t go through the same things she did; were told the moment you could understand human language that your birth ruined every bit of happiness in one’s life. That her mother’s marriage was destroyed and given to the mistress that was able to produce a living breathing heir. She did not bother to try and understand human existence; she felt cursed. Bitter, watching the smiles and laughter filling the space. She was told on many occasions that she should become softer; invoke a touch that was gentle, nurturing, soothing to the healling. <br><br>What did that even mean? <br><br>It was something she struggled with greatly. Basic human interaction; you’d think she was autistic. She was just awkward. Didn’t bother because what was there worth living for? She felt empty. <br><br>It was in those memories that she felt a chill as she dragged a light black sweater over her board shoulders. Sauntered in silence down towards the wash room where she’d ready for the day. She didn’t know what she wanted to do with her time. She could sit by the fireplace and read; go the library and read, or she could find some place out on the grounds where she could disappear into her own little world. The one place no one could trample into.&nbsp; She glanced out the windows at the weather and gathered her shoes and a book. She’d do the later.&nbsp; She decided to skip breakfast because she remembered looking in the mirror and thinking she had gained a little weight. She’d eat something light at lunch. <br><br>She slipped out of her common space without a sound, through the castle she strolled. The soft sounds of the earth crushing underneath her shoes echoed out all around. A book cradled underneath her arm as her legs carried her out towards the Great Lake. There was a specific spot she liked to rest by; a tree that had been supportive against her wavering back. She thought back to yesterday, as she allowed her mind to wonder, her body automatically knew her destination there was no attention needed. It had been 5 Saturday’s after all. A faint smile curled her lips as she glanced up towards the massive tower that held the Owlry and just as quickly did it leave. She shouldn’t allow herself to have such thoughts; she shouldn’t because she was reaching for something she felt was impossible for her to have; something her mind keeps telling her she doesn't want. Don't be greedy; you're undeserving of such things. Your worthless. It was Xual she'd place the blame on, he put him up to it, trying to get her guard to fall so he could attempt to make a nest in her life. <br><br>She wouldn’t fall into that trap no! However, as she rounded the massive tree she adored so much. She stopped when she saw a puff of smoke and the woman it had come from, a cat she happened to have a chat with. In disappointment her eyes narrowed, not directed at the woman, of course. <br><br>“I wasn’t expecting anyone here this early.” Her voice was low giving it a frosty undertone that came off slightly colder than she intended. <br><br>She moved as if she was going to leave. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Sakura</strong> on <strong>18-08-2018, 20:15:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a4/ScyllaRavenclaw5.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Scylla Cromwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14058728#msg14058728)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Fall Lounging (http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/bc0jal-l-610x610-sweater-tan-knit-knitwear-sweater+dress-oversized+sweater-fall+sweater-fall+outfits-fall.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure-blood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 9 ¾ | Pine | Rougarou Hair<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | 1st Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 2nd, 2017 | Saturday<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Middle Courtyard | Under the giant tree. <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Lounging under the tree, reading a book, alone time<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Some Evanescence<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Mr. Balor<br><hr><br>Inwardly the Raven rolled her eyes as that sharp, chilly Irish accent that coated the top of her skin with little goosebumps. Her eyes flickered up and the delusion of what she thought had been a simple garden snake, shifted to something more deadly - A viper. That was how she viewed the senior approaching her. Slowly his body slithered around this lone obsidian Raven.&nbsp; There was a thought that if she wasn't careful the circle he entrapped her with could close tighter keeping her from escaping. Anyone connected to her brother, if she even would call him that, was worth avoiding, yes?<br><br>She remained silent. Was it because she was new? How was she supposed to respond to that? Was this what magazine’s called flirting? She of course did not look up at him. Why was he even there? Did Xual put him up to it? Everything came back to her brother and his constant desire to try and be closer to her; everything that had happened to her was his fault and his fault alone. His birth made her insignificant. <br><br>The tranquility of her alone time was now tainted by bitter thoughts and memories. She could tell him to get lost. Scare him away with the flap of her onyx wings. Threaten to peak his eyes out with her sharp beak. Would he take no for an answer? <br><br>“It’s a public place.” It was an acceptance and yet it wasn’t. She’d allow him to make his own decisions for her; it didn’t mean she had to talk to him. She could just ignore him long enough he got bored with her and left. Though she would be lying if she said she wasn’t indirectly curious about him in some small place deep inside her. Tip toeing around the little net he had fished out. She wasn’t good at expressing herself, she wasn’t good at social interactions, all she could do was try and focus on her book in front of her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>27-08-2018, 13:09:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Preston_Huff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Preston Chadwick III (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14061020#msg14061020)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> &nbsp;Could be chilly - with black sneakers (https://static1.squarespace.com/static/55655cb9e4b0605469514b06/5a638821652dea21c637c278/5a638821f9619ad9da6a559f/1516472358749/JoeKeery-7.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Redwood and has a core of Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff. -&nbsp; First year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 29 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Clocktower Courtyard<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Oh my~<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Cecilia<br><hr><hr>Preston was, with his limited experience with his fiance so far, expecting a very different reaction to his rather evocative turn of phrase.&nbsp; &nbsp;Mainly, he had expected them to go right back to snogging each other fiercely, and perhaps even continuing a little further.&nbsp; Instead, as his words hit Cece, it seemed at first like she was about to dive right back in, when instead she drifted off dreamily, and spoke about her ideas for their first time.&nbsp; <br><br>Shocked outside of his ability to modulate his reactions, Preston reared back a bit, tugging on their locked fingers and pulling his fiance toward her toes.&nbsp; For all that he was engaged, Preston was not one to be free with the word “love”, and like all boys his age, was a little startled when it was thrown his way suddenly.&nbsp; Just because you wore a ring was no reason to rush such things right?!<br><br>Looking down into Cece’s large and dreaming eyes though, Preston had to reconsider.&nbsp; &nbsp;After all, in love or not, they WERE getting married.&nbsp; So, why not just be in love right?&nbsp; Of course, Preston did not know exactly HOW Cece planned to know they were in love compared to what they were right now.&nbsp; And how was HE going to know?&nbsp; Putting that aside for later thought, Preston instead concentrated on the ‘perfect’ part.&nbsp; He figured he knew Cece enough now to know what she meant by perfect.&nbsp; But how to arrange it?<br><br>With those thoughts running through his mind, mostly for later consideration, Preston smiled down at his bride to be, reaching up to slowly slide a stray wisp of her hair back behind her ear.&nbsp; “Well, for my part, it will be perfect, simply because it’s with you Cece.”&nbsp; He replied, laying it on a little thick of course, but her expression seemed to call for it.&nbsp; “But if it is perfect and in love that you are asking for, well I am a man of my word, I shall do all I can to see you get it.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Castle Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cailleach</strong> on <strong>29-08-2018, 11:29:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/VegaGryff4.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Vega Sutton<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> &nbsp;grey t-shirt, maroon hoodie, black leather jacket, black faded jeans and grey trainers (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f3/10/09/f3100975f31f83d94347e9078c81cff6.jpg), <br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Knotted 10 ½inch unyielding blackthorn wand with thunderbird feather core<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor First Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 30th, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Saturday morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> by a large tree at the edge of the <strong>Great Lake </strong><br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> bored out of her tree planning an escape route<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> &nbsp;Bullet with Butterfly wings (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-r-V0uK4u0&amp;t=0s&amp;list=PLQ3U12B1z4JU9QSNmSqoarkB_v7zOLW9G&amp;index=28)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <strong>Scylla Cromwell </strong><br><hr><br>She had not expected cat to talk back to her but in this strange place a part of her wondered if that were possible. The realm of possibility was definitely blurred in this world, Vega was certain that Darwin, Einstein, Newton would most likely leap from their graves to attempt to figure this place and it’s people out. Was she really one of them now? She didn’t feel like it, she certainly didn’t dress like any of them and she didn’t look like any of them either. Some had a similar accent, obviously Londoners but Vega believed that was as far as any similarity went. Cat began to lick at its paw and Vega chanced a brief look at the animal before looking out across the lake again. Was this what they had travelled over to get to the castle? The train station must be on the other side entirely then she found herself musing.<br><br>Vega had walked about the school a bit already but the grounds seemed ridiculously vast to her and not once had she come upon a boundary wall. Was there a gate to get in to the school? The other students had to have arrived some other way because they had been shuffled off and only the first years had been brought to the boats that meant that there were at least two ways of getting in and out of the school. She took another pull on her cigarette and slowly exhaled. <br><br><strong>“A tunnel is definitely out unless we can find the boundary wall”</strong> she said aloud and cat replied with a slight meow as if in genuine answer. Vega looked at the cat again before her fingers rolled the butt of her smoke down over the back of one finger caught between her thumb and then flicked it into the lake. Maybe she shouldn’t have done that but she couldn’t really leave her stubs lying about as evidence. There had been no written rule to the best of her knowledge regards smoking but it was best not to find out what sort of punishment wizards and witches doled out. She wasn’t afraid; she just had a healthy sense of self preservation.<br><br>Changing her position she crossed her legs and took out another cigarette, boredom was turning her into a chain-smoker here. She lit it and inhaled deep and long before leaning a little forward and attempting to stroke cat. The black creature batted at her hand for a minute before turning to play with the wisps of smoke that came from the cigarette.&nbsp; Vega shook her head but smiled a single slight curve of one corner of her mouth sort of smile; one that others could easily miss. <br><br><strong>“You’re nuts you know that”</strong> she told cat who stopped playing and sat down instead staring behind Vega. At the same moment a female voice sounded.<br><br><em>“I wasn’t expecting anyone here this early.”</em><br><br>Vega turned at the sound of the voice, it hadn’t sounded in any way amiable but rather peeved at finding her here. A girl with dark hair was beginning to walk away and at first Vega was happy to let her until cat batted her hand again but this time with a claw. <br><br><strong>“Ow”</strong> Vega glared at the cat who was looking at the girl again, <strong>“what? You want me to call her back?”</strong> she spoke in a lower voice disbelieving that she was talking to the animal as if it were communicating with her but didn’t normal people always talk with their pets? With a hesitant sigh she looked at the retreating form.<br><br><strong>“I wasn’t expecting anyone either. It’s usually empty when I’m here”</strong> she said, turning back to give cat a look of<em> ‘I tried’</em>. She was not a friend maker, she was not a person who put herself out there but the girl was alone and so was she. The girl had come to the same spot so obviously had a desire to be alone, a place to think or just getaway. Maybe she was a muggle-born too and this magical world was closing in on her as well? Vega could have come up with a thousand possibilities in that brief moment. She took another pull from her cigarette before glancing back at the girl again. This was quite possibly the most stupid thing she was ever likely to do besides attending a magical school but what did she have to lose?<br><strong>“I’m Vega”</strong> she held out her packet of cigarettes in her attempt to be friendly, <strong>“want one?”</strong><br>
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