Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors
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				Title: <strong>Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>26-03-2018, 18:53:53</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180326/a57c288c5a6977a24f9669c616c1e195.png)<br><br>This thread is for all scenes that take place inside of Hogwarts Castle <em>except for Dorms and The Great Hall</em>. All posts in this thread must use the header listed down below.&nbsp; Please make sure to use the header below to avoid confusion<br><br>(https://i.imgur.com/2NeMMuv.jpg)<br><br>Hogwarts Castle is a large, seven-storey high building supported by magic, with a hundred and forty two staircases throughout its many towers and turrets and very deep dungeons. The castle was built in the late Early Middle Ages by a wizard architect and the four most celebrated wizards of the age: Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw and Salazar Slytherin. The castle houses Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, regarded as the finest wizarding school in the world.<br><br>Hogwarts’ walls are covered with paintings and portraits, the subjects of which move freely from frame to frame. Gryffindor’s common room is guarded by the Fat Lady, in her pink silk dress. If that wasn’t enough, the antique suits of armour like to wander about as well. Karkus’s Potions lessons are taught in the dungeons, which are particularly cold in the winter months. The corridors can be draughty, and the classrooms swelteringly hot in summer. So, not even magic can save Hogwarts’ residents from the vagaries of the Scottish climate.<br><br>Stairs at Hogwarts are not straightforward. The 142 staircases vary in shape, size and destination. There are wide ones, narrow ones, some with vanishing steps and others that lead somewhere different on a Friday. Not helpful when you’re trying to stick to a timetable. Hogwarts’ doors aren’t much better. Some won’t open unless you ask politely, some like to be tickled and some aren’t doors at all, ‘but solid walls just pretending’. Others lead to disused rooms that house are rumored to house mysterious objects. <br><br>Students’ letters are delivered by owls that stay in the Hogwarts owlery, which is one post office we wouldn’t mind queuing up for.<br>.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Classroom information</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Astronomy</strong></span></span><br><br>Astronomy classes take place in the top-most level of the Astronomy Tower, the tallest tower in Hogwarts Castle, and include sky observation sessions with telescopes (each student has to buy one of his/her own).<br><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Charms</strong></span></span><br><br>The Charms Classroom (designated Classroom 2E) is where Charms classes are taught at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and it is located on the third floor, on the Charms corridor, near another classroom.<br><br>The classroom has three rows of desks, all facing the teacher's table, behind which sits a large upholstered chair with a high back. Two blackboards flank the teacher's table, and behind them is a small shelf with books and other objects, beneath a pair of windows.<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Defense Against the Dark Arts</strong></span></span><br><br>Classroom 3C, also known as the Defence Against the Dark Arts Classroom, is where Defence Against the Dark Arts class is taught. It is located off of the Serpentine Corridor on the third-floor<br><br>An iron chandelier hung from the ceiling, as well as a dragon's skeleton. On one end of the classroom stands a projector that is activated by magic. There is also a blackboard at the front of the classroom. Several desks and tables can be found in the classroom as well as some sets of large windows. <br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Divination</strong></span></span><br><br>The Divination Classroom is where Divination classes are taught at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It is located in the North Tower. It is accessible through a circular trapdoor and is described as looking like a cross between somebody's attic and an old-fashioned teashop. The classroom is located at the top of the Divination Stairwell, connected to the rest of the castle by the long corridor.<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>History of Magic</strong></span></span><br><br>The History of Magic Classroom (designated Classroom 4F) is where History of Magic classes are taught at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It is located on the first floor of Hogwarts Castle.<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Potions</strong></span></span> <br><br>The Potions Classroom was one of the large dungeons in Hogwarts Castle, used for Potions lessons. It is large enough to allow at least twenty students to work and its walls are lined with pickled animals in glass jars. In one corner of the room stands a basin into which ice-cold water pours from a gargoyle's mouth, while in another is a student supply cupboard. There is also a blackboard on which the Potions Master can write the class's instructions. The room is especially cold, particularly in the winter when students are able to see their own breath.<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Transfiguration</strong></span></span><br><br>Transfiguration classes are held in Class 1 on the first-floor, Class 34 on the third-floor, Class 99 in the South Tower and Classroom 1B on the ground-floor, around the Middle Courtyard. Classroom 1B is big, surrounded by high windows, has four rows of three desks, and still has enough room for several cages and bookshelves, two chalkboards, and a desk for the teacher. Several candlesticks stand lit behind the desk.<br></div></div></div>[/spoiler]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>26-03-2018, 18:54:25</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>26-03-2018, 18:54:37</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>30-03-2018, 20:39:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ad/Silas_Rav_4.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Silas Cork (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998460#msg13998460)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Looking like a decent human being...plus a Hufflepuff scarf</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/bU6sktV.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Dogwood, Phoenix Feather Core, 10''<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw, 6th Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Tuesday, Sept. 5th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, after classes, around 7:30-8:00pm<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Sitting at the bottom of the staircase that leads up to Ravenclaw tower<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Mentioning: Loveday Marley (RedPhoenix), -OPEN-<br><hr><br>The first few days of classes were always a bit chaotic. There were some professors that were more lenient on the first day than others. Some jumped right into assigning homework and classwork, where others would take the first two days to just go over outlines for the term. While Professor Cliffspire hadn't exactly assigned anything specific for Arithmancy, he was still looking over his number charts from the year before. He was jotting down notes from the class today. He could have taken notes while in class, but that would make it look like he was paying attention. Professor Cliffspire didn't approve of distractions in the classroom, so he chose to just sit quietly and look like he was bored out of his skull. Waiting until after class and managing to write down his notes from memory.<br><br>Silas was sure most were still in the hall having dinner. It was a good time to skim through some of his textbooks and parchments. He could have found a more private place to do it, but this was good enough for now. <br><br>As he sat, he played with the end of the yellow and black scarf around his neck. It wasn't cold in the castle or even outside. The weather was actually fairly agreeable. Even if it were cooler out, it was the wrong house colors. Silas had managed to snatch Loveday's scarf. How he obtained it, he would never tell. People asked him why he tried to rile her up when his goal was to get her to leave him alone. As always, there was a method to Silas' madness. He firmly believed if he taunted her enough, she would start to hate him like she should have months ago. Eventually, she would notice the scarf missing and track it down to him. Till then, he'd wear it constantly and deal with the fallout till it happened.<br><br>Back against the wall, seated across the bottom stair, Silas quietly looked at his charts and wondered what his grandfather was doing.
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>21-04-2018, 18:11:36</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>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Robe, shirt, tie, pants, shoes<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 16inch Hazel, Dragon Heart string, swishy <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: About to be known!!<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 8th, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Outside the last class of the week.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Not much<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Jaxon Smith<br><hr> <br>The first week of classes had been fairly fun, there was a lot of information all at once, Darcy had been expecting that, the issue she was having was with the quills. Having spent most of her education at a private school, she was very capable of perfect handwriting, but quills? Seriously? It was like she had no idea how to write, it also didn't help that she was left handed, whenever she was able to write something down it would just smudge it all over the page and over her sleeve, she seriously felt like a child again. By the Friday of the first week she was able to write without getting the ink on her clothes, but her hand was another thing, the side of her left hand was practically stained. <br><br>Once the rest of the class left she headed out slowly, the last one to leave as she wondered how she would get the ink from her hand, maybe one of the older students had a spell. Pushing a lock of hair from her eyes she stepped out of the classroom.<br><br>Her hand moved to her tie, unfastening it she put it in her bag, her fingers started to unbutton her shirt, giving herself some air to breathe. The uniform wasn't the worst she had ever worn, any uniform that includes a beret should be outlawed. The sooner she could get out of the clothes the better.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>23-04-2018, 11:52:04</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 Smith<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> School uniform<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Billywig Stinger, 10.5<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor <br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 8th, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Outside of the last class for the week.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Not much<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Darcy Fredrickson<br><hr><br>From around the corner Jaxon was waiting for a chance to make contact with a potential client. He figured a politicians daughter would love to get stuff snuck in and out of school. He remembers his parents having some big ceremony on the telly back home the whole time her and her dad's faces keep popping up. He figures someone with that eyes on them might have use of that. At least that's his best guess.<br><br>As soon as classes let out he turns the corner and walks towards her. He has to slip out of class in the last few minutes to make it over here in time, hopefully the teacher didn't notice, or if he is really lucky that they didn't care. He pulls out a gift for her from his bag. She kept complaining about not being able to get jolly ranchers, best he can guess is that her family is messing with her, so he got a big bag of them.<br><br>He stops a few paces ahead of her with the candy bag in hand. "I heard your about your sweet tooth problems." He cracks a grin with the bag extend to her.&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>23-04-2018, 17:29:11</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> Robe, shirt, tie, pants, shoes<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 16inch Hazel, Dragon Heart string, swishy <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: About to be known!!<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 8th, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Outside the last class of the week.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Not much<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Jaxon Smith<br><hr> <br><br>Darcy stopped in her tracks as she was confronted by the older student offering her candy. "This is exactly what every parent warns about. Strangers with candy." She raised an eyebrow before obviously looking him up and down. <br><br>"You heard about my problem?" She asked, still not taking the candy but incredibly tempted to. "Actually the real question is why did you seek me out, to give me something that I'd be very grateful to get." She tilted her head to the side before sighing. <br><br>She pursed her lips pausing slightly as she thought about it. "Obviously you want something from me, but what?" 
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				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>24-04-2018, 07:33:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Max_Thieriot_(cropped).jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Jaxon Smith<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> School uniform<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Billywig Stinger, 10.5<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor <br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 8th, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Outside of the last class for the week.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Not much<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Darcy Fredrickson<br><hr><br>He gently throws the bag into the air a few times letting the hardy candy bounce off of each other. "For this nothing, just my way of saying hello."<br><br>He straightens out his back a bit and looks over Darcy's face. Jaxon has a theory, every politically influenced person he has met give out more about themselves by their reactions. Every word they say as an action has been played out in their head a thousand times. Introductions, negotiations, termination, everything they can predict is boiled down to tried and true methods. So what do you get when you do the unexpected and unplanned? Sure she may just be the daughter of one of those politicians but let's find out. He throws the candy a good bit in the air set course to land in darcy's hands. He walks past her saying "My name is Jaxon, you seem like someone who might want to get something around discreetly. If you do I might be able to help."
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>24-04-2018, 14:00:42</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> Robe, shirt, tie, pants, shoes<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 8th, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Outside the last class of the week.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Not much<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Jaxon Smith<br><hr> <br><br>Darcy tried to ignore the large bag of candy being thrown into the air every few seconds, as she looked at him. "Get something around discreetly.' She considered the idea for a second, he was running some kind of underground smuggling ring? <br><br>She pulled her largest most innocent smile as she caught the candy when it was thrown at her. "I'm sorry Jaxon, I think you caught the wrong measure of me. I'm just a first year, what would I want to get discreetly?" She sighed softly batting her eyes. <br><br>"Thank you for the candy though, I never thought there would be so many friendly older students. You've helped make a tough first week end on a high note." She smiled she was playing innocent and dumb she just wondered if it was working.<br><br>She got the feeling from him he was a muggle born and knew exactly who her father was, and thus trying to use her as a connection in someway.
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				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>25-04-2018, 07:11:10</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 Smith<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> School uniform<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Billywig Stinger, 10.5<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor <br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 8th, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Outside of the last class for the week.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Not much<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Darcy Fredrickson<br><hr><br>Jaxon would probably laugh if he knew she thought he had a smuggling ring. He has some tricks up his sleeve sure, but a ring would require far more effort than he would be willing to put in. But right now he is a bit confused by her. 'Could someone with her background be so naive?' Sure she could of come up in a sheltered home, but usually when someone gets to her age they are rebelling. <br><br>This makes her one of two people in Jaxon's mind, though in a rush from needing to respond and currently trying to think up an answer. She can either be lying or not, he thinks to himself 'yeah real narrow categories there mate.' Well best response then is to play along even if just a little, either way it does him no good to call her out. Jaxon let's out a generous laugh "I hope you enjoy it, the first week is a little rough I recommend going to the courtyard or anywhere outside and really look at how big this place is, it makes you realize you don't have to learn everything at once. As for what you could want, well that's up to you, if you think of something let me know. I might be able to help."
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>25-04-2018, 19:07:53</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> Robe, shirt, tie, pants, shoes<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 8th, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Outside the last class of the week.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Not much<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Jaxon Smith<br><hr> <br><br>Darcy smiled at Jaxon as he seemed to back down, however, the sentence <em>'As for what you could want, well that's up to you if you think of something let me know. I might be able to help.'</em> intrigued her, maybe he could help her with her goals. She pushed a lock of hair from her eyes as she looked at him, not saying a word and not breaking her smile.<br><br>“So, you're telling me you can get me anything?” She asked, “Not just illicit things? Drugs, alcohol?” She shrugged slightly, she had no desire for those, but perhaps she could use him to get something else for her. “Information?” She asked, looking up at him with wide, almost innocent,&nbsp; eyes, “What if I want to know something about not just one person but a certain group of people?” She asked raising an eyebrow at him.<br><br>She opened the candy taking a piece out as she considered how to ask for what she wanted, and how it might make her seem. “Before I tell you what I'd like.” She took his arm walking down the hallway with him. “I have to ask a few questions. Do you have any objections to finding information for me?” <br><br>They turned down another corridor, this one seemed less busy. “Nothing is ever free, what would you want your payment to be? I can't even get my family to provide me with candy, so money is out of the question until Christmas.” She stopped and turned towards him. “What do you want as payment?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>26-04-2018, 22:53:25</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 Smith<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> School uniform<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Billywig Stinger, 10.5<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor <br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 8th, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Outside of the last class for the week.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Not much<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Darcy Fredrickson<br><hr><br>She isn't as naive as she makes herself appear, she knew exactly what he meant when he said he could get her what she wanted. That being said it doesn't sound like that is what she wants, she wants information. How very political of her. Jaxon thinks for a moment on how to progress. He can't be sure that she isn't pulling his leg with an act yet so he can't call her out. As far as getting information he might be able to get it depending on what it is, he is good at getting around the school unseen if it is something that he can get from the records he has a shot. <br><br>He let's her take his arm and guide him through the halls, answering her question as they go. "So long as the information isn't going to harm people I have no problem with it." When she asks about payment and explains her situation it bums him out just a bit, he could use the extra cash right now, still not like he is one to shutdown other means of payment. "Well payment is always negotiable it doesn't have to be cash, it depends on what kind of information you want. Don't get me wrong money is always the easiest solution, but I'm always open to options" He laughs a bit, showing he doesn't take much seriously. "So the two big questions then are what information do you want? And what are you willing to pay to get it?"<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>27-04-2018, 04:21:14</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> Robe, shirt, tie, pants, shoes<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 8th, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Outside the last class of the week.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Not much<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Jaxon Smith<br><hr> <br><br>Darcy's smile shifted slightly as she looked up at him, "Well, the information I want, won't cause anyone any harm, I promise." She looked at him, "It's a shame I have no internet access or I could get you as much money as you ask for." She frowned slightly as he said payment was negotiable, wasn't it always?<br><br>"How about this, I tell you what I want and you name your starting price, deal?" She asked she found that being the first to offer payment was never in your best interest, hopefully, he would say or there would be this unmoving issue between them.<br><br>"I want information on every pureblood male in the school, names, ages, the house they are in and orientation." She smiled, "It's a long story." She nodded, "So what would you want for that? Bear in mind that if I like your information, then I might call on you a few times." She fiddled with a lock of her hair, hoping to give off the impression that she was nervous about what the payment might be, she bit her lip trying to make it look natural. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>27-04-2018, 06:23:34</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 Smith<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> School uniform<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Billywig Stinger, 10.5<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor <br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 8th, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Outside of the last class for the week.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Not much<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Darcy Fredrickson<br><hr><br>"I can probably get their names and figure out who is pureblood for you, I can't imagine it'll be hard to get their houses. I can't get you their orientation though it's not like anyone is keeping track of that." He intentionally doesn't give her a reaction to her alluring pose opting for a steady stare into her eyes.<br><br>He looks at her for a moment before looking up and down once and returning to his stare, maintaining a straight face the whole time. "Well to give you a quote I'd need to know your talents and skills. In a trade of services I need to know what you are able" he lets his eyes soften and his lips grin softly "or willing to trade."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>30-04-2018, 03:11:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<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> Robe, shirt, tie, pants, shoes<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 8th, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Outside the last class of the week.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Not much<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Jaxon Smith<br><hr> <br><br>She pursed her lips as he said he couldn't find out all the information she'd want from him, "Well some information is better than none, besides I can find that out for myself if I need to." She looked up at him, seeing him look her up and down, and his gaze soften was all the indication she needed from him.<br><br>His comment about needing to know her talent and skills she sighed softly, looking down either side of the corridor she put her hands on his hips pushing him back against the wall. She pressed herself against him, being only a 2 inches shorter than him, her body matched up pretty well with his. <br><br>Leaning in she brushed her lips over his jaw trailing up to his ear, her left hand moved between them, her fingertips brushing underneath his belt. "Enough skirting around the issue." She purred softly as she pressed against him tighter, she pulled her hand back, keeping him pressed against the wall. "Do you want to fuck me?" She whispered softly into his ear before nibbling on it softly. "Because the more information you give me, the more I will be willing to do to you...does that sound like a fair deal?" She whispered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>01-05-2018, 11:08:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<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 Smith<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> School uniform<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Billywig Stinger, 10.5<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor <br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 8th, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Outside of the last class for the week.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Not much<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Darcy Fredrickson<br><hr><br>Well that answers that question she is definitely not the naive girl she pretended to be. In his mind this doesn't make her good or evil but certainly manipulative. Which he thinks is fine, good people can be just as manipulative as evil people so you can't judge a person off of that. However Jaxon isn't a complete fool, he will be more aware around her until he can form a better opinion.<br><br>He was certainly enjoyed being pushed against the wall though, plus she is being so provocative it certainly catches his attention. He lets her get all up into him doesn't resist at all as she moves around he waits for her to be looking at him, he slowly brushes her hair behind her ear and looks deep in her eyes before he pushes her against the wall opposite of them, his one hand on her hips the other lightly grabbing her hair the whole way over. He breathes lightly on her neck before whispering gently into her ear "It's a vague deal, doesn't really tell me what I'm getting out of it does it? Fortunately, I like betting on confidence. No guarantees though, like I said this isn't necessarily my area. I hope I can though, I would love to see where your confidence leads you."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>04-05-2018, 01:22:59</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> Robe, shirt, tie, pants, shoes<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 8th, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Outside the last class of the week.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Not much<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Jaxon Smith<br><hr> <br><br>Darcy smiled as he pushed her back against the other side of the wall, she looked up at him smiling at him. "Maybe you do have a bit of fire in you." She whispered grinning up at him, "I don't do specifics unless lawyers are involved." She grinned. "So vague is all I can offer right now." She smirked, her fingertips brushing against his chest softly. "Hmmm." She smiled. <br><br>"Well, Fredricksen's are full of confidence." Her smile cracked slightly as she said that comment, her father was full of confidence but also somewhat an idiot. "Well, not just confident, I happy to be intelligent." She smiled, "How can you not trust me?" She pouted, "I've been nothing but nice to you." She fluttered her eyes, before brushing her lips against his softly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>07-05-2018, 04:11:57</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 Smith<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> School uniform<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Billywig Stinger, 10.5<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor <br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 8th, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Outside of the last class for the week.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Not much<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Darcy Fredrickson<br><hr><br><br>"You're right, and I do like nice people. Trust however, is something that comes with time" He chuckles and steps back from her giving her breathing room and rubs the back of his head "and don't get me wrong I appreciate the niceties, you'd be surprised how often that is forgotten."<br><br>He starts to walk deeper into the hallway obviously knowing where he is. "I'll see what I can dig up for you, no guarantees though." He stops and turns his head back towards her. "Do you need anything else?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>07-05-2018, 04:25:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<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> Robe, shirt, tie, pants, shoes<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 8th, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Outside the last class of the week.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Not much<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Jaxon Smith<br><hr> <br><br>"Well it's my first week and I have nothing but time." She smiled biting her lip slightly as he pulled back from her, she started to unfasten her shirt as he spoke, she was wearing a thin cami top under her shirt, the slight outline of her bra was showing under the fabric. "That is better." She said to herself, making it appear that her undressing was for her own benefit instead of an enticement.<br><br>"All I ask is that you try." She smiled as he started to walk away from her. "Some more candy but I can make this last a little while. Question is; do you need anything from me?" She asked keeping eye contact with him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>07-05-2018, 05:13:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<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 Smith<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> School uniform<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Billywig Stinger, 10.5<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor <br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 8th, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Outside of the last class for the week.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Not much<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Darcy Fredrickson<br><hr><br><br>He maintains eye contact with her even as she puts on her show. He then walks over to her slowly, each strike of his heel hitting the ground is audible he has one hand in his pocket and his other at his side. He walks up to her putting his hand that was by his side on her shoulder, he smiles before nicely asking "how about a kiss for the road?"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>07-05-2018, 05:21:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<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> Robe, shirt, tie, pants, shoes<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 8th, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Outside the last class of the week.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Not much<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Jaxon Smith<br><hr> <br><br>Darcy smiled as he walked over to her, she looked down brushing a piece of imaginary dust from her top as she walked over to her placing a hand on her shoulder. "A kiss?" She asked acting as if she was suddenly shy. "I suppose I could." She giggled softly as she ran her fingertips over his neck, she pushed her fingers into his hair pulling him close to her, she pressed her lips against his stepping closer to him so her body was fully in contact with his. <br><br>"Hmmm." She sighed gently, her tongue running over his lip softly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>07-05-2018, 07:04:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<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 Smith<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> School uniform<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Billywig Stinger, 10.5<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor <br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 8th, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Outside of the last class for the week.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Not much<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Darcy Fredrickson<br><hr><br><br>Jaxon wonders why she is acting shy now, she already offered to fuck him for information, but he doesn't mind he thinks it's cute. He waits for her to move her tongue before he softly bites her lower lip. He then pulls back a bit and says "thanks" He smiles and nods his head a bit. <br><br>He let's his hand rub her shoulder a couple of times before he slides it off of her.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>07-05-2018, 13:21:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<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> Robe, shirt, tie, pants, shoes<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 8th, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Outside the last class of the week.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Not much<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Jaxon Smith<br><hr> <br><br>She inwardly smirked as he bit her lip, that was what she would do next but he beat her to it. He pulled back saying thanks she blinked. "Thanks?" She shook her head smiling at him, " You were meant to wordlessly slink off into the shadows." She smiled. "Go get my info." She laughed as she turned heading off towards her common room. <br><br>***Darcy has left the scene***
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>08-05-2018, 05:59:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<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 Smith<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> School uniform<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Billywig Stinger, 10.5<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor <br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 8th, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Outside of the last class for the week.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Not much<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Darcy Fredrickson<br><hr><br><br>Jaxon laughs with her thinking to himself 'who am I batman?" Before putting his hands in his pockets and turning the opposite direction of her saying as he walks away "that's the thing about me, I don't always do what I should."<br><br>=Jaxon has left the scene=<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>15-05-2018, 04:30:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<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 Smith<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> School uniform<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Billywig Stinger, 10.5<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor <br><strong>Date</strong>: Tuesday, September 12th, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Outside of the last class for the day <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> A promise fulfilled <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Darcy Fredrickson<br><hr><br><br>Jaxon knew what class Darcy had last and went to meet her with a pile of papers listing out the names of pureblood students and the houses they are in. He also wrote a notes if they hit on him, not to say they aren't viable to her but its it's the best he could get for orientation. He skipped class for the last period again, he tries not to do it often but this was the best bet to get the info to her.<br><br>He sees her walking out of class and waits up ahead in the hallway where they had their first talk. As she nears the spot he makes himself clearly visible and in her line of sight with the stack of thick papers in his hand. He then waits for her to notice so they can walk down the hallway. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>15-05-2018, 04:49:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<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> Robe, shirt, tie, pants, shoes<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 8th, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Outside the last class of the week.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Not much<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Jaxon Smith<br><hr> <br><br>Darcy scowled as she walked out of the class, pulling away from the crowd she was going to head to the library get some work done this evening. Pushing a lock of hair from her eyes she spotted Jaxon hanging out where she had left him a few days earlier.<br><br>She walked over to him, “Hey there.” She smiled, taking his arm as they headed down the corridor. “I wasn't expecting to see you so soon.” She looked over at him her blonde hair was pulled up into a high ponytail swaying slightly as she walked. “I have to wonder if you have something for me.” She grinned her perfectly crafted smile at him. “Or was this just a social visit, because I'm not opposed to those since I believe we're going to have a long and happy business partnership we should also have an actual friendship.” She purred softly, keeping her voice low so no one around them could hear her that well.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>15-05-2018, 05:48:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<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 Smith<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> School uniform<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Billywig Stinger, 10.5<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor <br><strong>Date</strong>: Tuesday, September 12th, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Outside of the last class for the day <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> A promise fulfilled <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Darcy Fredrickson<br><hr><br><br>Jaxon grinned "I'm not one to show up to a second date empty handed." He extends his hand with the papers gripped tightly. "Purebloods, their names and house."<br><br>He took a step forward so the papers were right in front of her. "Don't get me wrong social visits are great and we definitely should have some. I just like taking care of business first." He winks giving Darcy giving her a once over <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-05-2018, 17:29:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<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> Robe, shirt, tie, pants, shoes<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 8th, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Outside the last class of the week.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Not much<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Jaxon Smith<br><hr> <br><br>"Second date? The first one was rather uneventful, I hope this one will be more fun." She smiled as he produced the papers, "Poop on. I am so glad you cornered me last week."<br><br>He stepped forward holding the papers, she smiled. "You are a sweet heart." She grinned as she took the from him putting them in her bag she moved close to him pressing herself against him. "Business is concluded for the day, how about we go for a walk?" She smiled as she ran a hand over his chest softly. <br><br>"Unless you have something better to do." She pouted at him, 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>17-05-2018, 20:52:14</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 Smith<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> School uniform<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Billywig Stinger, 10.5<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor <br><strong>Date</strong>: Tuesday, September 12th, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Outside of the last class for the day <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> A promise fulfilled <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Darcy Fredrickson<br><hr><br><br>He grabbed her hand before whispering in her ear "Follow me?" He guided her down the hallway to a strange place, a long hall with lots of offshoots, they weave and turn from it like a forest trail, and much like a forest trail in winter, it is quiet. The muttered voices of students faded near the end of the last hallway, there is no noise but the ones Jaxon and Darcy make. by the looks of it few if any students besides Jaxon come this way.<br><br>This is Jaxons domain, from here he can find a path to anywhere in the school. he looks back at Darcy with kind eyes. "From here, we can walk to anywhere in the school. Where do you want to go?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>18-05-2018, 01:39:02</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> Robe, shirt, tie, pants, shoes<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 8th, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Outside the last class of the week.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Not much<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Jaxon Smith<br><hr> <br><br>Darcy could barely keep the directions in her head as he led her through the twists and turns. He stopped them in the middle of nowhere, she smiled. “Surprise me, honestly, I keep getting lost int his place so...hmmm...why don't you show me some place you find interesting.” She offered.<br><br>“It occurs to me that I don't really know you. Tell me about yourself, where is your family from?” She asked as she took his arm, they set off on a leisurely stroll. “You probably know a lot about me, or at least my family.” She offered. “I have older siblings, my a brother and a sister, they both came here. William...well everyone calls him Freddy, was a Ravenclaw, he works with dragons. Phillipa is a healer, she was a Hufflepuff.” She offered as someway to start the conversation off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>18-05-2018, 03:15:27</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 Smith<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> School uniform<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Billywig Stinger, 10.5<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor <br><strong>Date</strong>: Tuesday, September 12th, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Outside of the last class for the day <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> A promise fulfilled <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Darcy Fredrickson<br><hr><br><br>Jaxon smiled as he led her through the halls and passages, he purposely avoids the ones that he used as his main map, not that Darcy could possibly know that. He looks back at her along the way grinning because he doesn't get to drag people through these halls often. He talks about some of the weird areas and forgotten places nearby on the way.<br><br>They make it to the end after a few halls, an offshoot attached to a maintenance hallway, right past its entrance is the hufflepuff dormitories. Jaxon stops at the hallways exit "well here is the place to get changed, I'll meet you back here. Unless you wanted me to come with you?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>28-05-2018, 18:12:33</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> Robe, shirt, tie, pants, shoes<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 8th, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Outside the last class of the week.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Not much<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Jaxon Smith<br><hr> <br><br>Darcy smiled as he brought her to the entrance of the common room, she smiled. "Oh yer, I could do with some help. These robes are just so heavy." She pouted, leaning in she kissed him softly before heading into the common room. A couple of minutes later she stepped out wearing a knee-length summer dress, the staps were thin and it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra.<br><br>"Alright." She smiled as she twisted her hair up pinning it up. "So, where are we going?" She asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>29-05-2018, 10:11:10</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 Smith<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Nice pants and shirt <br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Billywig Stinger, 10.5<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor <br><strong>Date</strong>: Tuesday, September 12th, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Outside of the last class for the day <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> A promise fulfilled <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Darcy Fredrickson<br><hr><br><br>When she came out she looked great, Jaxon had a moment to think about where they should go, and he even had time to find a discreet spot and change from his school uniform to a nice pair of pants and a button down shirt, his usual style. he admittedly appreciated his own rule 'always pack a second pair of clothes'. <br><br>"How about a choice? Down the coast a bit off the beaten path there is a great tree, it's late summer so it should be beautiful, we can also go to the boathouse and look over the water, or if you prefer to hunt the tunnels some more we can head off in any direction and see where it takes us." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>29-05-2018, 17:41:02</strong>
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				~moving from~ (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=285018.msg14175660#msg14175660)<br><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, September 29th 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Somewhere near the bonfire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversation, hopefully flirting<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Scylla <strong>Mentioning</strong>: Seeing the bonfire<br><br>As they parted the party went back to normal, and Aaric felt that he had gained all he could by sticking around the party. He'd give Xual a word of goodbye, and he'd head back towards the castle. Thoughts of what was missing from the party made him think back of home and how those parties always went. Casting a light spell to enchant a quill into writing he'd begin to forge a letter making his way up to the owlry. He figured he'd send a letter home, and then retire for the night. Perhaps find a nice book to read, or play some chess against himself. <em>It wasn't near as fun, but he worked strategies out that way.</em><br><br>It was upon reaching the tower and exiting the castle, moving along the walkway that Aaric would hear music playing. He wasn't quite sure who was singing, probably a muggle singer, but it drew his curiosity nonetheless and putting his letter into his back pocket he'd look to further investigate. Moving towards where the music was at it's loudest to catch sight of who might be up there. <em>The fact they probably wanted privacy wasn't of concern to him, there were dorms and other place you could be that you wouldn't be bothered.</em><br><br>When he finally found the source, he felt a little rush of delight on who he found at the end of the search. Sitting and looking down at the bonfire bellow was none other then Xual's younger sister Scylla. Why she was sitting there? Why she was only watching? Perhaps she was shy? Who knew, but seeing her, spurned him into action. The dull unimpressed bored feeling he had dealt with at the bonfire went away, and that little pulse to play that he so often felt was lit up once more. <br><br>"Ya know, the best way ta experience a bon fire is ta 'ave some company, sittin' up 'ere by yerself really is doin' it all wrong." He called out to her. Leaving some distance, but intending fully to fill a portion of his evening spending time with her.....If he could figure out how to get her to let him do so. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>05-06-2018, 23:22:23</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> Robe, shirt, tie, pants, shoes<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 8th, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Outside the last class of the week.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Not much<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Jaxon Smith<br><hr> <br><br>Darcy smiled as she saw him, moved towards him taking his arm.&nbsp; “How about the boathouse?” She smiled, “Perhaps we can borrow a boat?” She grinned, “So you know how to sail?” She asked wondering, sailing was one of the many things talents she possessed, thanks to the overzealous leader of the girl guides she was forced to join.<br><br>“Besides it would be nice to relax by the water.” She nodded as they headed down the wall. “So, tell me about you, any siblings?” She asked looking over at him as she brushed hair over her shoulder.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>09-06-2018, 09:42:31</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 Smith<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Nice pants and shirt <br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Billywig Stinger, 10.5<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor <br><strong>Date</strong>: Tuesday, September 12th, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Outside of the last class for the day <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> A promise fulfilled <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Darcy Fredrickson<br><hr><br><br>"I know a bit about it, did a bit with my dad when I was a kid you know, family vacations and stuff like that." Jaxon gives the back of his head a good scratch while having fond memories of times past on summer days. He agreed with her that it would be nice to relax by the water, nothing more relaxing than deep blue water.<br><br>"Yeah I have a brother and a sister, they both live in Wales." He starts to move through some of the hallways, clearly knowing where he is going.<br><br>"How about yourself? I'll be honest I know about your dad and I've seen you on the telly but I don't remember seeing him with other kids."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Sakura</strong> on <strong>11-06-2018, 22:25:52</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> Inner thoughts and cold shoulder.<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Todrick Hall - If I Had A Heart (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jkTdOjywqOs)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aaric<br><hr><br>There was beauty and misery in silence. The moment when all those desires and sweetest dreams take you from reality. The things you watch from a far and want to touch but your insecurities become the darkness that wakes you up. Even as time continued on. There is that emptiness there that she has felt before. It's not like it was new to her so why did it bother her so much now? Her only feat was lowing her head and keeping to herself. Keep to her books. Become the Healer that her grandmother wanted of her. <br><br>She felt stuck, trapped, in an endless cycle. The way she'd take a step forward and immediately retreat taking more steps backwards. Anxiety suffocating her. As much as she rejected others, it was she that feared rejection the most. To be swept up in joy and belonging only to find that carpet ripped from under her and being where she was now - Alone. She was better off. Keeping the light out. Becoming the Ravenclaw without a heart. Can't hurt what isn't there, right? Lost out there in the night, wishing on stars, and simply trying to find out who she was. <br><br>Being lost in her thoughts as the music played, she didn't realize, that someone else was there. Not until the fluttering of Owl wings and the sound of a voice that was a chilled as her blood. She turned her head, hazel eyes trying to make out the dark familiar stranger. She nearly coward into herself. Why was it when she was feeling her lowest he showed up. Was there magic here that allowed you to feel the pull of negative emotions? <br><br>She remained silent. Allowed his words to register into her thoughts, before she turned her head forward. Her eyes gazing once more out towards the bonfire. "Is there some book with this information? Why do you get to decide what is the right or wrong way to enjoy something?" She questioned. Why would she want to be down there with the others? Why would she want to be in a place that made her feel more alone than it was being by herself. <br><br>Right here was where she belonged. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>11-06-2018, 23:44:43</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, September 29th 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Somewhere near the bonfire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversation, hopefully flirting<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Scylla <strong>Mentioning</strong>: Seeing the bonfire<br><hr><br><br>It was in truth a surprise that she replied to him, he wasn't expecting she would. He was expecting she'd respond to him with that little glare of hers and then probably get up and leave. If there was a victory to have, that Aaric should be prepared to walk away with it was that she didn't only reply, she replied with a question. Which meant she was about to have a conversation with him, even if it was just brief. It was just a little pulse of delight that spread over him on the realization. Since he saw her in the great hall giving her brother that death glare of hers, he'd found himself thinking of the look often. <em>It was the opposite feeling that the look was intending.</em> Still he sensed so much passion in that look, and as soon as it was gone he was left with this girl who surrendered almost nothing in her emotions. Kept to herself, was reserved. He couldn't help but want to get to know the girl more.<br><br>So it was a good opportunity he found her at the owlry, just happening to look down at his party below. He knew once again she probably didn't want company, but he couldn't help himself. This girl had stuck in his thoughts for some time, and she just happened to fall back into his path? It was that interest in her that had propelled him forward, almost like a magnet drawing him back towards her path. He didn't have a choice but to follow the pull. Would it lead him off the edge of the owlry towards disaster? Or something more? Aaric would have to find out for himself, but he was never the type to doubt his instincts. Especially not when they were telling them he liked a woman. He couldn't help but smile, imagine the thought that would cross Scylla's face if he told her he was thinking of her? <br><br>"As matter of a fact, there are lot o'books written 'bout that very topic." He said, his smile not fading from his face as he spoke. "Ya won' find one suggestin' that watchin' a party from a distance is how ya should be doin' it." He said, there was a usual playful sense to his voice as he took a few steps closer to her. Closing the distance, but not getting to close to her. They were very high, it'd not serve well at all if she tried to run.<br><br>"Though that said you do 'ave the end result almost done right." He said tilting his head as he placed his hands on his hips. "Ya see, the point of puttin' up wtih the hassle of a party, is the fact it serves as a opportunity ta connect with a single person in all the chaos an' drinks, and once ya find that connection, typically ya slip away with that person and connect more." He said glancing around the owlry and then letting his eyes fall back upon the back of her head, imagining that very lovely face of hers. <br><br>"Ya know, I left m'self cause I couldn' get that feelin'." He told her, "but now that I 'ave seen you, I think I was just hopin' ta see you, and left when ya didn' show up." He told her. He didn't expect her to be happy to here that. Probably terrified by the idea or the implication he made. How was he to exlain to a girl like her though, that she was on his thoughts. That he <em>did</em> want to keep running into her. Get closer to her, understand her. His eyes were resting on her. Picturing her face made him want to sigh, he hoped she'd turn around. Aaric didn't sigh over girls, so what was it about <em>this</em> one? He wouldn't be able to say for sure, probably just his imagination creating a fantasy for a beautiful girl, but he had to admit his imagination was doing a good job with this one.<br><br>"Would you be interested in gettin' a bit of party of experience with me? We can just stay here, don't need a crowd." He said, hoping something might slip and Scylla might humor him for a small while. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>19-06-2018, 12:24:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/8c210a3515c3538516c9783b764c01e4/tumblr_mjtjhxCuR51s7gq7fo5_250.gif)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118339#msg14118339)<br><strong>Wearing: </strong>Silver Luxury (http://nextluxury.com/wp-content/uploads/grey-tie-white-dress-shirt-cool-unique-black-suit-styles-for-men-with-fancy-pocket-square.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> September 30th, 2017 (Day After Bonfire) <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Saturday<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Room of Requirement <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Dinner date.<br><strong>THEME:</strong> ♥ ❤ Do you know where your heart is?<br>Do you think you can find it? Better than you had it? ❤ ♥ (https://youtu.be/cQuR3OOr6Y8)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Iain!</em> <br><hr><br>Lyre Savage was pleasantly surprised to see that the Room of Requirement did some of the work for him. It was an outrageously gorgeous room to say the least. There were cobwebbed chandeliers that still worked and many scattered round tables with yellow tablecloth and black plush leather seats. The carpet was black velvet. The walls were a light grey with yellow vertical stripes. It must've been arranged by a Hufflepuff witch or wizard, some time ago. Naturally. Lyre had instructed Iain to find the room by needing to get to dinner; it was clearly the same intent and purpose a wealthy and experienced Hufflepuff had in mind, except for a reception seating forty people. Ten tables, four seats. Problem was, it was barely drafty or air-conditioned. It was getting a little too hot for his suit, but for now, he'd tolerate it.<br><br>"I better get to work," he murmured. He dragged all the tables to the walls save two in the center, then hoisted all but two seats to the walls. The two tables in the middle were to be used. One with the two seats were for him and Iain. The other without seats were the serving table for the simple one-skillet chicken alfredo pasta and a surprisingly well-baked chicken alfredo pizza, just in case the noodles were too tender or too hard. He had cooked their dinner in the kitchen near the Hufflepuff dorm as house elves turned a blind eye before he hurried here. Lyre chewed a noodle from the pasta dish. Perfectly al dente. Muggle recipes were surprisingly easy. "Okay. Um, oh candles." He spotted some shelved in a corner, dusted them, and set them on the serving table next to the food. <br><br>"Erm, ah plates. Utensils." He saw everything he needed to set up the dining table. It sure looked nice and ready. Lyre spotted in the distance something concealed in a white sheet. Unnerved, he approached to see what it was. Uncovering it revealed a phonograph. An American record player. So ancient, what was it doing here? How old was this Hufflepuff decorator? Its stylus was raised, and there was a large black disc already in place. It wasn't vinyl like the recent and current records are; it was apparently quite fucking old which piqued his interest. It had a flourish and an engraving: "It's Magic" sung by Doris Day, recorded in 1947.<br><br><br><div align="center">https://youtu.be/bV9IZ9jJTxM</div><br><br>Lyre somehow just forgot everything and stood there, entranced with its eerie soothing. He wasn't going to play this during dinner; this was too out of place and too forward and too sappy romantic. Iain would be disconcerted and abruptly leave. But since Iain hadn't arrived yet, Lyre decided with a sniffle once more to replay the song. He moved the stylus and it began again. Being in the choir, Lyre took this as an opportunity to practice his singing. He sang along, trying his best to emulate Doris Day in his baritone way. <em>"Without a golden wand ... or mystic charms ... fantastic things begin ... when I'm in your arms !!!"</em> <br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>20-06-2018, 03:21:19</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> Suit (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/32/7e/d5/327ed501019edc007fae65626b2395e7.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 30th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Saturday<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Room of Requirement <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Dinner date<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lyre<br><hr><br>The Room of Requirement – the Come and Go Room – was located on the seventh floor of the Castle. It only appeared when someone needed it. When it does appear the contents of the room would be exactly what the person needed. The room can be quite deceiving and at the same time frankly honest. Needing something can cause it to manifest itself which can be dangerous. Frankly Iain had little use of the room in the past and never sought it out. <br><br>The evening before had come to an abrupt end and Lyre was no where in sight for some of it. Iain dismissed it as Slytherin mischief. It was an issue that Iain had with their on again of again relationship – trusting Lyre. Trust was the foundation of all relationships. You could have attraction, lust, common interests, family pedigrees…but without trust a relationship would crumble.<br><br>Putting on his gray suit, Iain took a last look in the mirror and made his way to the seventh floor. It didn’t take long, but with Hogwarts you should expect the unexpected journey at any given moment. The stairs or halls could change, and it would add time getting you to your destination. First year students quickly learned to leave extra time or suffer the consequences of being late.<br><br>The room’s door was unimpressive – looked more like a broom closet to Iain. He opened the door and found himself standing in front of a long corridor. With a confused look on his face, he entered and made his way down the corridor. At the end he found another door. This one was slightly more ornate, older. Iain could hear music from the other side. He couldn’t quite make it out, but there was definitely music. The Scotsman reached out and turned the knob. Locked. He looked around even more confused. When in Rome…<br><br>Iain knocked on the door.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>20-06-2018, 03:51:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/8c210a3515c3538516c9783b764c01e4/tumblr_mjtjhxCuR51s7gq7fo5_250.gif)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118339#msg14118339)<br><strong>Wearing: </strong>Silver Luxury (http://nextluxury.com/wp-content/uploads/grey-tie-white-dress-shirt-cool-unique-black-suit-styles-for-men-with-fancy-pocket-square.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> September 30th, 2017 (Day After Bonfire) <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Saturday<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Room of Requirement <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Dinner date.<br><strong>THEME:</strong> ♥ ❤ Do you know where your heart is?<br>Do you think you can find it? Better than you had it? ❤ ♥ (https://youtu.be/cQuR3OOr6Y8)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Iain!</em> <br><hr><br>There was a knocking on the door. Lyre fumbled with the stylus -- <em>record scratch</em> -- and swept the white sheet over the phonograph. Silence, instead of the trembling oldie love song. He cleared his throat, a little raw from singing, confused as to why Iain wasn't coming in. Somehow the Room of Requirement must have locked him out. Well, here goes. He unbolted the ornate, old door and opened it wide. Seeing Iain in his gray suit had made Lyre's heart thump a bit harder. "Wow. I mean, I don't normally see you dressed so snazzy, very gentlemanly. Ah, come in, come in!" <br><br>Without thinking, he embraced Iain for a brief moment. "Thanks for coming, Mr. McGregor."<br><br>With a grand gesture of his arm, Lyre pointed his guest to the dining table. "A little stuffy in here, isn't it?" <br><br>He tugged his silver tie a little loose and undid the highest and lowest buttons of his black suit. <br><br>"Chicken alfredo pasta and pizza. Made the good old-fashioned Muggle way. Bon appetit." <br><br>Lyre wore mostly a face of controlled pleasure, shaded with a hint of somber eyes and lips. His mind kept rolling back to the Mark of Jaxon, which was still glaringly bruised and half-visible above his collar. Attempting at chivalry, he pulled Iain's chair back slightly for him. He could not help himself but feast his eyes on how good and delicious Iain looked, despite the underlying woeful instinct that they may soon be having a tiff or a horrendous clash. <br><br>Let's try to enjoy yourself, Lyre, he told himself. His black heart still thumped hard.<br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>20-06-2018, 17:06:49</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> Suit (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/32/7e/d5/327ed501019edc007fae65626b2395e7.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 30th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Saturday<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Room of Requirement <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Dinner date<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lyre<br><hr><br>Iain waited as the music ended and the door opened. Lyre was definitely a sight – well polished, handsome. There was no question Iain was physically attracted to the Slytherin. How could you not be? It was that attraction that could get them into trouble. Iain wasn’t a prude – he had no qualms about intimacy or even gluttony. However, with all his talk he still had yet to have sex. With this stubborn resolve he had it in his mind that he would not cross that line unless he was deeply in love. Iain thought at one time that could have been Lyre. Now he was more tentative.<br><br>Iain inhaled as Lyre embraced him, smelling the familiar scents – a mix of darkness and smokiness. It was difficult to describe, but very familiar. <br><br>“Thanks…” Iain said as the embrace ended. Looking around the room, it was more formal or dark than perhaps would be normal for a couple of students. The table for their dinner was set nicely and the food smelled great. Announcing the menu, Iain smiled. Good, comfort food was an excellent choice.<br><br>“I thought I heard music?” Iain partially asked, partially stated while looking around the room. The Gryffindor took a seat and looked ravenously at the food. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>21-06-2018, 20:21:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/8c210a3515c3538516c9783b764c01e4/tumblr_mjtjhxCuR51s7gq7fo5_250.gif)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118339#msg14118339)<br><strong>Wearing: </strong>Silver Luxury (http://nextluxury.com/wp-content/uploads/grey-tie-white-dress-shirt-cool-unique-black-suit-styles-for-men-with-fancy-pocket-square.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> September 30th, 2017 (Day After Bonfire) <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Saturday<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Room of Requirement <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Dinner date.<br><strong>THEME:</strong> ♥ ❤ Do you know where your heart is?<br>Do you think you can find it? Better than you had it? ❤ ♥ (https://youtu.be/cQuR3OOr6Y8)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Iain!</em> <br><hr><br>"Oh," Lyre killed a smile and buried it away. So he heard that. His wolfish icy eyes flicked to the white-sheet-covered thing that was set at one wall on his left, Iain's right. "Found a phonograph that was already here. Ancient, but still works. The record's a Doris Day song. It's romantic, quite amazing ... for a couple." <br><br>It even surprisingly left him with a touch of nostalgia, thinking back on his summery and curative childhood playing in an incensed Roman bath. But he wasn't about to admit that. "Happy belated birthday," he mumbled, taking his seat as well. "Ah, do eat, before it goes cold!" <br><br>For some reason, Lyre was deliriously high --&nbsp; from embracing Iain earlier. However, it gave his stomach a twist, and differed from his freely-flowing, easy-going experience with Jaxon. Why did it never fail to astonish him, being so close to a man? Here was Iain McGregor, a Gryffindor hunk hardened by rugby and Quidditch, whose family and lifestyle differed greatly from his. Why he wanted to please him was beyond Lyre's understanding. This handsome, high-principled wizard would never be the pride of the Savages, instead a shame, and would probably get them both killed or ruined. Despite being a perfectionist and loyal to the Slytherins, he yet persisted. Who knew why. Lyre picked up a fork and turned, wrapping it in noodles, staking it in flesh.<br><br>"How are you doing? How's your family doing?" Lyre was genuinely curious, even if he was trying to prolong the inevitable.<br><br>He dared to look in those ravenous but still noble green eyes. They welcomed him. For now.<br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>22-06-2018, 03:00:51</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> Suit (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/32/7e/d5/327ed501019edc007fae65626b2395e7.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 30th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Saturday<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Room of Requirement <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Dinner date<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lyre<br><hr><br>Iain's gaze moved over to the covered phonograph. Perhaps some kind of intimate music was best left in silence. Iain wasn't sure where this date would lead, but he was sure where he would stop it...if necessary. <br><br>Without further nudging required, Iain grabbed his utensils and began to eat. "Thanks," he said while staring at the food in front of him. The creaminess hit his tongue and his taste buds were pleased. Decadent sauce with perfectly cooked noodles. "You made this, Lyre?" Iain looked up with a shock and then smile on his face. "It's bonnie." He dug in for more.<br><br>The two turned to pleasant conversation as the dinner continued on. <br><br>"Me? Ack, I'm doin' fine." Overall Iain was. He was concerned about Rosalyn and of course he wasn't the best at academics...he passed but wouldn't go down in history as brilliant. "My family? I mean...what's to day. Everyone's doin' fine. My brothers are keepin' busy with work. Makes me wonder about what's gonna happen after Hogwarts."<br><br>"What about you? What are you gonna do after this place?" Iain asked, hoping for a truthful answer.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>22-06-2018, 21:16:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/8c210a3515c3538516c9783b764c01e4/tumblr_mjtjhxCuR51s7gq7fo5_250.gif)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118339#msg14118339)<br><strong>Wearing: </strong>Silver Luxury (http://nextluxury.com/wp-content/uploads/grey-tie-white-dress-shirt-cool-unique-black-suit-styles-for-men-with-fancy-pocket-square.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> September 30th, 2017 (Day After Bonfire) <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Saturday<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Room of Requirement <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Dinner date.<br><strong>THEME:</strong> ♥ ❤ Do you know where your heart is?<br>Do you think you can find it? Better than you had it? ❤ ♥ (https://youtu.be/cQuR3OOr6Y8)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Iain!</em> <br><hr><br>Due to a fresh (raw) memory of house-elves heckling and nasally laughing behind his back, Lyre was unsure if Iain was being nice complimenting him on making all this, but he would gladly take it. Lyre did enjoy the food though, so that worked out for himself. He tried a pizza slice, which was similar and different in its comfort food manner. He was pleased (relieved) to hear that Iain was doing fine, and that everyone was doing fine. That word again. Hmm. Were they actually fine? Lyre began to overthink it. Was Iain thinking five years ahead because of his family keeping busy with their careers or ... was it because he was seeing if Lyre Savage was worth pursuing? Thinking about Jaxon, maybe Lyre wasn't that worth it. He should spit it out.<br><br>"It looks like my sister will take over the mafia business," Lyre said callously, knowing that'd rub the evil mess in Iain's face. So what if his horns were showing. <br><br>"I may not be needed to play a major part in it by graduation. Maybe I'll be an Auror, or a Hit Wizard. Perhaps a Curse-breaker. No, maybe the Hogwarts Express driver or man the tea trolley... If none of these pan out, I could be a singer." He was being funny but gave it a moment to think about it. <br><br>"Mmm, I really don't mind working for the Magical Law Enforcement, definitely any of the three: Auror, Hit Wizard, or Curse-breaker. What about you, what are you doing when you blow this popsicle stand?" <br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>23-06-2018, 23:59:22</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> Suit (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/32/7e/d5/327ed501019edc007fae65626b2395e7.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 30th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Saturday<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Room of Requirement <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Dinner date<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lyre<br><hr><br>It was a deflection of questions. Something Iain had come accustomed to with Lyre. The Savages were at times the epitome of their family name, but it wasn’t reason to dismiss an entire family tree. The Blacks had the same thing happen to them.<br><br>“Me? Ack…well I suppose I’ll be workin’ for the Ministry. Likely for the Department of Magical Games and Sports with me da.” Iain said while continuing to gobble up the food. “You really did a fine job on the food.” Iain beamed. <br><br>There was a moment of silence and Iain broke it, looking directly into Lyre’s eyes.<br><br>“You never sang for me, Lyre.” Iain was being honest and his demeanor held no ill intent to tease. “I didna know you could.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>26-06-2018, 03:38:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/14/Reyna12.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Reyna Pietruszewski (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14201548#msg14201548)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Slytherin Uniform (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/10/f0/7e/10f07ea4c4a928d349dccb0988e0d95f.jpg) with black sweat pants underneath skirt <br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand:</strong> 9" Blackthorn with Boomslang Venom <br><strong>House | Year:</strong> Slytherin | First Year<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Monday September 18, 2017 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Potion Lab Room<br><strong>Content:</strong> Light - <em>That doesn't smell right? &gt;.&gt; </em><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Khloe (NPC) and Nate | Closed<br><hr><br>“Oh. My. God.” Khloe said in her usual dramatic fashion, hand clamping across her glossy lips. “They still alive. These slimy fucks are still alive! The hell?!? Should we...I don’t know...kill them before…?” <br><br>“Absolutely not,” Renya responded, shaking her hand, before she reached grabbed the clear jar of fat, oblvious slugs and moved them away from their would-be executioner. <br><br>Khloe had a tendency of being impulsive and regretting it later. Renya knew her friend would take extreme measures to ensure the slugs’ death, such as slamming one of their text books repeatedly over their plump bodies. <br><br>“They’ll be fine,” Reyna added with a laugh as Khloe cast her a disbelieving look. “Well, not fine but they won’t suffer. The cualdron will be super hot. Instant KO. I promise.” <br><br>“Where’s that dork, Beatrice, when you need her?” Khloe glanced at the closed door as if she expected their favorite redhead to appear and offer her reassurances in the form of statistics and hard data. “Doesn’t she need practice too?” <br><br>“She’s occupied…” Reyna did her best to keep her expression normal, staring intently at her open copy of Magical Drafts and Potions textbook. <br><br>“Occupied with what exactly?” Khloe narrowed her eyes. Suspicion made her sit up straighter. “Is she fucking one of my guys?” <br><br>“Are you serious right now?” Renya looked up from her book upon hearing that accusation. She studied Khloe’s face before releasing a large sigh. <br><br>“What?” Khloe challenged back. “She’s always sneaking around and never telling me anything!” <br><br>“Unlike you.” Reyna somehow managed to keep a cool head. “Beatrice has decent taste in men. And you know as well as I do those aren’t your guys. If you really want to know, ask her without being a bitch and maybe she might tell you.” <br><br>“Fuck these slugs and fuck this potion,” Khloe declared with a flip of her hair. She reached down and picked up her bag. “I’m going to find some fun. I would say good luck but we both know I wouldn’t mean it.”<br><br>“Whatever,” Reyna said to her friend’s retreating form. She was not super concern about the lingering anger between them. They could make up later. <br><br>Despite her best efforts...some anger did make its way into her motions. She either stirred too quickly or not fast enough but...something definitely was not right. The texture was not smooth and there was a god awful smell coming from her cauldron. But she could fix it, right? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>26-06-2018, 20:22:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/8c210a3515c3538516c9783b764c01e4/tumblr_mjtjhxCuR51s7gq7fo5_250.gif)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118339#msg14118339)<br><strong>Wearing: </strong>Silver Luxury (http://nextluxury.com/wp-content/uploads/grey-tie-white-dress-shirt-cool-unique-black-suit-styles-for-men-with-fancy-pocket-square.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> September 30th, 2017 (Day After Bonfire) <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Saturday<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Room of Requirement <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Dinner date.<br><strong>THEME:</strong> ♥ ❤ Do you know where your heart is?<br>Do you think you can find it? Better than you had it? ❤ ♥ (https://youtu.be/cQuR3OOr6Y8)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Iain!</em> <br><hr><br>"Don't you come listen to choir? Stick around for Yule."<br><br>Lyre mulled over what Iain said, looking into his eyes. <br>Was that his way of asking me to sing for him? Now?<br><br>Ahem. He cleared his throat, drank water, and thought <br>of a song. Something simple, something nice.<br><br>"Chances are ... because I wear a silly grin! <br>The moment you come into view!" (https://youtu.be/NEH3uqbpsm8)<br><br>"Chances are you think I'm in love with you..." <br>Lyre vocalizes, giving him a devious look. <br><br>When he's gone through the whole song, he takes <br>a playful chomp from a slice of the chicken alfredo pizza.<br>He chews as if he's having an orgasm, licking his lips.<br><br>"This is sinful. Should be Restricted and Forbidden."<br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>03-07-2018, 20:39:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/28/Eikichi_Characters_53-3.png) </div><strong>Name:</strong> Nathaniel Warde (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14002044#msg14002044) <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Wizard Robes<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wands</strong>: Laurel, Dragon, 14 inches, Fairly Flexible<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 4<sup>rth</sup> year. <br><strong>Date</strong>: September 18, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Potion Lab<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Checking something interesting<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> N/A<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Reyna - Closed<br><hr>Nathaniel was in about as pissed off as he usually was. Things hadn’t been going well for him, at least as far as his little business venture was concerned. Not only had he lost out in a potential partner/seller with his cousin’s admittance into Gryffindor it made it all the more unlikely that he’d have a stable partner to expand his business with and now, to make matters worse, most of his supply had run dry and it would undoubtedly be weeks before he got a chance to restock. So, like any inane individual Nathaniel went somewhere to blow off a bit of steam. On many such occasions that would be the dueling club, but for the moment that really wasn’t an option. So, with Dueling and Quidditch currently removed from the table the only thing Nathaniel had to calm himself was a stroll through the potion lab for a bit of mischief. At least mischief had been his intention, but after a bit of perusing he’d discover something better than mischief.<br><br>It was right after a certain glossy lipped young woman carrying her bag in hand as she stormed off. After a slight glance at the young lady he cast another glance as to where the young woman had just stormed off from, which brought his attention to another certain Slytherin who he’d flirted with before. It took him a few moments to recall the young woman’s name as he slowly made his way up behind her. Once he was close enough it wasn’t hard for him to notice that bubbling cauldron, or the absolutely terrible smell that came out in small waves from the cauldron. That, certainly wasn’t normal. There was a slight fidget of his eyebrow as he cast a glance at the ingredients she had scattered around the table before turning his attention to his real target, Reyna. He gradually made his way towards her until he was standing just behind her, about less than a foot from her, before finally reaching towards her.<br><br>He didn’t reach towards her with one hand, instead with both. One hand pressed itself, purposefully, across her side. It was an intimate touch. His fingertips working softly along her side, just slightly tapping her side, while his other hand touched the across the side of her cheek. There was a faint tap of his fingertips along her cheek, not that she shouldn’t have already been aware of his presence considering that he had a hand on her side. <em>"Fancy seeing you here.. Reyna. It seems like you’re having a bit of a problem."</em> There was a slight fidget of his lips as he looked at her, watching with slight interest. He could have joined her on the seat her friend had decided to depart in, but instead he continued to idly stand behind her, slightly leaned over her shoulder as he watched her with interest to see just how she might react. <em>"Would you like some help with.. whatever that mess is that you’re brewing."</em> His hand remained pressed to her waist, moving slightly up as he stood behind her, before finally decided to stop standing behind her and touching her.<br><br>Nathaniel was very aware of just how much intimacy a person could take, it was one of those things he’d learned after a couple years of playing this game with others. Which is what made Nathaniel keenly aware of the fact that Reyna was one of those women who were especially sensitive when it came to too many intimate touches. Once he was done touching her, he gradually made his way toward where a certain friend of hers had suddenly vacated their seat. He took the seat, taking a look at her curiously, as his eyes remained lingering on her expression. Wondering how she might have reacted from the fact that his hand had dipped over her sides and her cheek. In fact, he was extremely curious as to what she might do when he realized where exactly he had ended up touching her. While watching her he’d reach toward the bubbling cauldron, slightly tipping it to the side so he could take a look at what exactly she had been trying to concoct.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>04-07-2018, 01:30:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/14/Reyna12.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Reyna Pietruszewski (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14201548#msg14201548)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Slytherin Uniform (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/10/f0/7e/10f07ea4c4a928d349dccb0988e0d95f.jpg) with black sweat pants underneath skirt <br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand:</strong> 9" Blackthorn with Boomslang Venom <br><strong>House | Year:</strong> Slytherin | First Year<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Monday September 18, 2017 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Potion Lab Room<br><strong>Content:</strong> Light - <em>That doesn't smell right? &gt;.&gt; </em><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nate | Closed<br><hr><br>Reyna now understood why there was a bright yellow sign on the Potions’ wall. It was positioned in such a way that everyone who walked into the practice room could not miss it. In a few short words, it advised wanna-be alchemist, such as herself, to don their lab coats and protective goggles prior to mixing their concoctions. She had read the sign and dismissed it...like an idiot. <br><br>Now, she was dying for some protection from the foul smoke coming from the cauldron. It not only smelled like an expulsion of odor from an adult skunk’s behind but the actual smoke burned her eyeballs. <br><br>“Fuck,” Renya growled as she waved her hand through the air in effort to clear away the smog. Stubbornly, she kept up the stirring motion with her other hand, determined not to let the potion go balls up. <br><br>The failing potion kept her from realizing right away that someone else had enteredinto the room. Only when a hand touched her side did Renya realize she was no longer alone. The inappropriate manner in which the person revealed themselves startled her enough to elicit a short yelp from her mouth. <br><br>Instinctively, Renya recoiled from the unfamiliar touch. The potion lost importance with this blatant intrusion into her personal space.&nbsp; She whirled around to confront whomever had the balls to touch her like that. Eyes blazing and fists clenched at her sides, she opened her mouth to spew out obscenities in whatever language came quickest to her infuriated mind.&nbsp; <br><br>At least, that was what she intended to do until she realized it was him. Reyna relaxed visibly...a little. Of course it was Nathaniel. Who else lacked the instinct to protect themselves from fire? That and he was one of the few guys in Hogwarts who saw her as something other than a good sports player. <br><br>“Don’t tease, arsehole,” Renya huffed out the insult when Nate pointed out the obvious. <br><br>Her hands remained balled up but not because she was going to punch him in the nose. Doing so kept her from touching her cheek like an idiot. Renya could not control how her treacherous cheeks brightened at his touch nor how her stomach did flips at seeing him but she could make sure he was never certain of how she felt about him. <br>The hell was it with him? He’d been this way with her since the first time they’d met at his parents’ get together. <br>Get together was not the right descriptor. What his family created each year was nothing short of magical, filled with decadent food and bejeweled purebloods. Their balls were reminiscent of a painting from the Victorian age, a time where everyone had their place in society and respected it for fear of punishment or ostracization. It was no surprise that Renya felt out of place at them. <br><br>Reyna pushed Nate’s hand away. She exerted a similar force to what a parent might use with a misbehaving child rather than how she might respond to a stranger or someone who roused her temper.&nbsp; She slapped his hand from the cauldron before he could touch it, not wanting him to burn himself. <br><br>“If you must know,” Reyna flashed him her brattiest smile. “I have this potion situation under control.”<br>&nbsp;<br>She gripped the wooden ladle once more and tried to resume stirring. Only...the ladle snapped in half. Determined to figure out her mistake by herself, Reyna killed the fire and leaned over her text book. Her eyebrows scrunched together as she reread the instructions. <br><br>"What are you up to?" She asked without looking up at him. "I know you weren't just hunting for a first year to help with your superior potion skills." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>10-07-2018, 13:26:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/28/Eikichi_Characters_53-3.png) </div><strong>Name:</strong> Nathaniel Warde (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14002044#msg14002044) <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Wizard Robes<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wands</strong>: Laurel, Dragon, 14 inches, Fairly Flexible<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 4<sup>rth</sup> year. <br><strong>Date</strong>: September 18, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Potion Lab<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Checking something interesting<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> N/A<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Reyna - Closed<br><hr>Nathaniel hadn’t bothered to put on goggle, or any other form of protection. Why would he? He might have <em>only</em> gotten an A in Potions but that had more to do with his nasty habit of flirting than his potionry. Personally, he was wishing he had bombed the class, but that meant being excluded from the Potion Club. The problem with his knowledge in potionry meant that if his side business was discovered there were only a handful of students with the potion smarts to cook up some of the trinkets he’d crafted. That put Nathaniel on a short-list, and he really hated making it easy for people to single him out.<br><br>Regardless, the real reason he hadn’t worn any protection had less to do with his arrogance and a lot more to do with the fact that he had only come down to tease and mess with some unsuspecting dolts. Even now, sitting with Reyna, he didn’t think he needed anything protective to just flirt and mess with her a bit. Though, that thought was rapidly changing as the condition of her cauldron continued to bubble and deteriorate.&nbsp; Her swat to his hand was ignored, instead favoring to focus on the fact that she was actually digging into her text book rather than looking at her cauldron for an answer. More importantly, he was wondering what exactly the little witch was up to with her potion. As far as he could tell the potion didn’t resemble anything similar to the pots for Boils, Forgetfulness, or Herbicide.<br><br>After a slight bit of fidgeting Nathaniel stood up from the seat he’d just taken and instead made his way over to Reyna’s side of the table. Not just so that he was out of a certain blast zone, but also because sitting beside her was more likely to provide better methods to tease her. Though, there was some apprehension about teasing her when he had no idea what exactly she’d done to the cauldron. It was right around the time that she started stirring the ladle, only for it to snap, that Nathaniel decided to pipe up again. <em>"Do you really want to call.. that.. under control?"</em> There was the slightest bit of amusement to his otherwise exasperated tone as he cast a glance down into the Potions book she was peering over to try and get an idea of what exactly she had been ‘attempting.’ Of course since she didn’t look up, she wouldn’t notice him over her shoulder, though she might notice when he stared to speak as his hot breath rolled across the back of her ear.<br><br><em>"Since you asked.. I was just roaming around having a bit of fun. Though. I think now I’m going to have to help a certain first year with my ‘superior potion skills’ before she ends up losing a finger.. or a hand."</em> There was a slight snort from Nathaniel as he slightly pressed his hand across her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her up from the text book while simultaneously giving a slight nudge of his hips for her to scoot over. If she tried to reach for the book, or for any more ingredients, she’d be met with him taking her hand into hers, interlocking their fingers, and holding her hands between them as he began properly reading over the page to see what she had been attempting. <em>"Plus, I’m helping whether you like it or not. So, you’ll just need to simmer down and accept it. You might want to consider helping me by telling me what ‘exactly’ you decided to put in."</em> Unlike her, after taking a cursory glance over the page Nathaniel lifted his gaze up to look at her. Really, look at her. To the point that the gleam in his eyes, when he cast his gaze on her, would be rather apparent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>10-07-2018, 16:52:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/14/Reyna12.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Reyna Pietruszewski (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14201548#msg14201548)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Slytherin Uniform (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/10/f0/7e/10f07ea4c4a928d349dccb0988e0d95f.jpg) with black sweat pants underneath skirt <br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand:</strong> 9" Blackthorn with Boomslang Venom <br><strong>House | Year:</strong> Slytherin | First Year<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Monday September 18, 2017 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Potion Lab Room<br><strong>Content:</strong> Light - <em>That doesn't smell right? &gt;.&gt; </em><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nate | Closed<br><hr><br>Reyna did her absolute best to concentrate on the words in her Potions textbook rather than allow herself to be distracted by Nathaniel’s close proximity. When she realized that she’d been reading the same sentence over and over, she called forth the vivid disagreement she’d had with her brother. He’d been pissed after catching her laughing and enjoying Nate’s company at that ball, the one she didn’t want to attend in the first place. The words ‘purist’ and ‘narcassistist’ stood out from the memory. <br><br>Lifting her dark brown eyes from the page, Reyna stared at him with an uncertain expression, full lips pouted and eyebrows scrunched close together. Yes, she knew the Wardes had an unpleasant reputation. Yes, his cousin, Zacharias, was a Class A asshole, even to other purebloods. <br><br>But why should she judge Nathaniel by other peoples’ actions? He did not pick his family; just like how she hadn’t. Some generations ago, the Pietruszewskis would have been classified as elitist and purist by others. People had the capacity to change, to deviate from what their parents might have instilled inside of them. <br><br>Nathaniel’s teasing question made her smile. Reyna rolled her eyes at him and returned her attention to her textbook. She did notice him rise from his seat. A hint of disappointment entered her mind but she pushed it away. If he wanted to find something else to entertain himself with, so be it. She really didn’t need his help nor did she require his company. They’d see each other some other time. Just as that intermonlogue ended, Nathaniel positioned himself right by her rather htan making a beeline to the door. <br><br>“How is anyone supposed to learn if they don’t make mistakes first?” Reyna questioned as she pushed back a dark strand of hair which had fallen in front of her eyes. “Don’t pretend, Nate. I know even you mucked up some potions before. I’ve seen the potions you guys are working on in class. It’s not easy stuff.” <br><br>The potion, at least, no longer bubbled over the cauldron's rim since Reyna turned off the fire. There was no getting rid of the stench though nor the haze of smoke in the air. <br><br>Call her crazy but she felt Nathaniel’s presence behind her long before he opened his mouth and spoke nearby her ear. Reyna swallowed hard and shifted to the side, putting about an arm’s length of space between them.&nbsp; <br><br>With the early thoughts nearby within her mind, she winced at his choice of word. Superior. Reyna frowned, more upset with herself than him. Here Nathaniel was, staying in the Potions room to help her despite the less than flowery scent coming from her wrecked concoction and she was...judging him and not in a favorable way. <br><br>“I’d sooner slap you across the face than blow my hand off,” Reyna said with a prideful glint in her eyes. There was no denying that her potion was jacked but it wasn’t that horrible. “Besides, even if something like that did happen, not that it would have, the school nurse would just magic it back on.” <br><br>Reyna did not bother trying to keep him from taking the book since she was well aware of his stubbornness. This was not a battle she was willing to engage. <br><br>“Um…” Reyna tried to recall the exact amount of ingredients she’d tossed into the pot. Rather than go over all of them, she pointed to the ingredient list for Curing boils. “All of that. Definitely tossed in some slugs. Live, mind you.” Saying that reminded her of the reason why she was standing here alone rather than with her friend. She’d need to apologize later. “Anyway, before we do anything, that needs to go.” Reyna pointed to the nonredeemable mess in her cauldron. “So why don’t you show off your superior spell casting abilities and make it disappear?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>14-07-2018, 02:59:34</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> Suit (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/32/7e/d5/327ed501019edc007fae65626b2395e7.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 30th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Saturday<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Room of Requirement <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Dinner date<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lyre<br><hr><br>Iain listened seriously...at first. Lyre did have a wonderful voice. It was playful and melodic simultaneously. The words caused Iain to then chuckle and roll his eyes. The Gryffindor leaned back in his chair and continued to listen. "I guess I should be payin' more attention to the choir...though don't people get drowned out with everyone singin'?"<br><br>The two continued to have flirtatious chit chat as they devoured the food. At the end, Iain pronounced it was a success. "I'm not doubtin' your culinary abilities anymore. And clearly ya got a singin' voice." He looked back over his shoulder. "One more test." Whipping out his wand, he made a flick of his wrist. "wingardium leviosa" The sheet covering the phonograph levitated and fell to the ground. "But, can ya dance." Iain kicked back from the table and walked over to the player. He turned it on, the music began playing. <br><br>Walking back to the table, Iain extended his hand. "Might I have the honors?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>14-07-2018, 17:01:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/28/Eikichi_Characters_53-3.png) </div><strong>Name:</strong> Nathaniel Warde (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14002044#msg14002044) <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Wizard Robes<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wands</strong>: Laurel, Dragon, 14 inches, Fairly Flexible<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 4<sup>rth</sup> year. <br><strong>Date</strong>: September 18, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Potion Lab<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Checking something interesting<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> N/A<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Reyna - Closed<br><hr>Her comment made him roll his eyes at the notion of learning something through trial and error being so important. Contrary to her belief about Zacharias being the asshole, Nathaniel was in an entirely different class of assholery. If anything Zacharias was probably the nicest.. oh wait, nevermind. There was Adam. Still second nicest out of three wasn’t bad for Zacharias. As for why Reyna hadn’t seen Nathaniel’s pure asshole behavior that was simply because Reyna was hot. There was no reason for him to go to any extremes with her around and end up ruining any chance he had at getting under her clothes. A bit of a dick move, to be sure but.. well. He was a dick. Besides, she’d probably been warned countless times about him so as far as he was concerned it was her own problem that she didn’t take any of it to heart.<br><br><em>"So.. do you think people learn to defuse bombs by just doing it after reading a book? Making no mistakes.. First. You read.. Then you watch someone else do it. That’s what the class is for.. so you can pay attention to the Potion Master."</em> After that slight quip Nathaniel turned his attention to the potion to see what it was she was making, or at least trying to guess at what the potion was. Her comment about his mistakes went unanswered. Simply because he didn’t feel like putting unnecessary emphasis on something that didn’t need to be discussed. Especially the fact that he actually knew what he was doing when it came to how to deal with unstable potions. He kept looking over the caldron before watching as what was left in the caldron started to ferment and solidify at the bottom of the cauldron. He’d likely just need to nullify it and then toss what was inside.<br><br><em>"I’m sure the nurse would have regrown that hand of yours, no worries. The problem, is that you’d have been in agony for about.. a week all for the sake of that potion you could have asked for assistance with. Does that sound like a good trade to you?"</em> There was the slightest scoff from his lips as he turned his attention to the ingredient list she pointed to for Curing boils. That was all standard, as was the slugs. Though, just in case. <em>"Horned slugs right? How many?"</em> There was a slight gleam in his eyes as he turned his attention back towards her, wondering what her response might be. The ingredient list was in the potion book, so there was little to no way that was incorrect in anyway. Which meant she had probably fudged the ingredients somewhere, or done things out of order.. but he also really didn’t feel like calling her out on her mistake. Since if he did it was likely that she’d be sour with him and that didn’t really help him with what <em>he wanted</em>.<br><br>He thought over it, for a moment, before fetching some of the extra ingredients from the table and deciding to work the potion backwards just so that he could judge to see what would happen. Since it looked like the slugs were the last ingredients added, he went backwards from there and made sure to watch the cauldron to see that everything was neutralized properly. After the third ingredient, the bubbling stopped, leaving nothing but a sludge of what was supposed to be a potion. Now it was nothing other than a useless bile. All he had to do now was dispose of it. <em>"You don’t just.. magic away.. a failed potion."</em> His hand reached forward, pressing to her cheek and softly pinching it. After pinching her cheek enough to leave it slightly flushed he’d start moving up, intending to stand up now that he’d helped her before remembering the actual reason why he was here. While also noticing that she had scooted away from him. <em>"Now.. we can just toss this. You can thank me at anytime."</em> There was a slight smirk on his lips as he cast his gaze on her, watching her curiously. He'd wait for her response, and maybe flirt with her some more, before going to clean out the cauldron and continuing to help her. Lest she decided to do that herself to get away from his lecherous gaze on her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>23-07-2018, 04:22:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://fromtheloftabove.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/tumblr_mcaimsiy1j1qa6ux6o1_1280.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Penelope Forrest (NPC)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Ravenclaw Uniform <br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn <br><strong>Wand</strong>: Walnut | Thestral Hair | 11 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | Seventh<br><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Saturday, 30 September, 2017 | Mid-morning <br><strong>Location:</strong> Library <br><strong>Content:</strong> Light <br><strong>Mood Music:</strong> CMA - You're Not Alone (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W6Hy0G0R3AQ)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open <br><hr><br>The library never slept. That was something Penelope had learned after a just week at Hogwarts. Of course, part of the initial problem with the library constantly being awake was due to her incessant need to spend as much time there as possible. By now, in her seventh year at Hogwarts, all of her peers knew that at nearly any given moment, when her schedule was not otherwise predictable, she could be found at the library. Even when she was not simply there working as an aide, she would also spend time there tutoring other students who needed help in certain subjects. <br><br>That was her focus this morning, after finishing a breakfast of toast and eggs along with pumpkin juice. She collected a stack of books and sat herself down at one of the tables near a fireplace, which crackled and popped with a magical flame that would never be extinguished. Adjusting her thick black framed glasses against her face and scrunching her nose slightly as she settled down into a chair, Penelope cracked open the first book in her pile. The Essential Defense Against the Dark Arts, as written by Arsenius Jigger. Shoving the heap of books aside to make room for this particular book, she opened the cover and flipped to a new page of parchment in her notebook. <br><br>Her head tilted to the side as she flipped through several pages and jotted down the numbers on her note pad. She had already done some research about it, but intended to write a full essay in order to disprove the author of this book, for making the claim that lycanthropy was a mental disorder and not a physical condition. Being a muggle herself, she understood where the belief must have come from, because non magical people could not and would not believe in magic or the unexplained. However, to claim that this condition is a rare disorder in which a person has delusional thoughts or even hallucinations about turning from human to wolf, was preposterous to Penelope. <br><br>This assignment was not one that any other student had to work on. It was actually an assignment she had invented for herself, after asking for permission from Professor Creevy, who did not seem to mind one way or the other what she did with her spare time. Whether or not her essay would amount to something worth a grade remained yet to be seen. Not that her grades needed much improvement in the first place. Penelope was hard at work within a matter of moments, scribbling down notes quickly, and completely absorbed in the material she was reading. It was like her surroundings faded away, as she burrowed herself in the book and her notes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>24-07-2018, 02:23:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/83/Corey_Gryff_5.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14005990#msg14005990)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Saturday Casual (https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/filmguide/images/c/cc/TomHolland.jpg/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/250?cb=20171108061449)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Half-Blood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Thunderbird Feather, 10 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor - Second<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, 2 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Midmorning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Gryffindor Dorm -&gt; Abandoned Sexy Classroom<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Nervous<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Grace<br><hr><br>Corey woke up that Saturday morning restless, despite having been in bed for more than the amount of time he usually allowed himself.&nbsp; He had laid awake in his bed, staring up at the canopy in the dark above him, for quite some time after coming to bed, his mind replaying the erotic encounter with Grace over and over, which did nothing at all to calm the vigorous blood flow into his southern regions.&nbsp; This of course did not make it any easier to sleep, and while those memories made it very tempting to take matters into his own hands, literally, the promise of what they had planned for the next day stopped him from going too far.<br><br>Up and out of bed earlier than normal, Corey took a cool shower in the dorms before making a quick pass through breakfast, happy for the first time ever to go through a meal without seeing Grace, and heading up into the Castle proper.&nbsp; <em>Was this really going to happen?</em> Corey asked himself mentally time and time again as he traversed hallways and staircases absently.&nbsp; It all seemed like it could be a dream really, the way he and Grace had leaped over so many of the awkward conversations he had avoided forever and had simply GONE FOR IT.&nbsp; Shifting uncomfortably after yet another staircase, was blue balls a real thing? - he might have to check, Corey realized he had to pass the grand staircases to make his way to Ravenclaw tower’s area.<br><br><em>Best make it fast</em> he thought, taking the stairs at a full run.&nbsp; Unfortunately no sooner did he hit the staircases than they began to move.&nbsp; “Noooo!” He railed as the stairs moved him from the most direct path, to one that would take him far out of the way.&nbsp; “Bugger.” Corey muttered, waiting on the stairs a few seconds after they stopped, hoping vainly that they might move right back.&nbsp; “Thanks, CASTLE.” He griped, finally taking the stairs and finishing his journey in a far longer time than he should have.&nbsp; <br><br>When he reached the unused classroom at last, Corey paused briefly at the door, and a good thing he did!&nbsp; There were…..sounds coming from within, ones that clearly showed his wasn’t the only person who had heard about this room.&nbsp; Blushing to the very tips of his ears, Corey skulked back down the hallway, praying his wasn’t heard.&nbsp; Waiting what seemed like forever, Corey dozed in a deep window that doubled as a seat, until he was startled by a slamming door, and watched two rather mussed up looking Ravenclaws heading back towards their tower.&nbsp; “Hmph.” He mused, dashing down the hall and into the room as soon as they were out of sight.&nbsp; <br><br>Once inside, Corey was glad to see the windows were already open, allowing the room some fresh if a little chilly air.&nbsp; There wasn’t much to see of course in an unused room, some stacked chairs in the corner, and two conspicuously pushed together tables near the center of the room, with a bevy of mismatched seat cushions on top.&nbsp; “Not very romantic, but its practice, right?”&nbsp; He muttered to himself, fishing in his bag for his quill and a bit of parchment.&nbsp; Rapidly scrawling a note, Corey folded it into a little origami owl, and sent it off to Grace before sitting down to wait.&nbsp; He hoped she hadn’t changed her mind or something…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>26-07-2018, 07:00:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/8c210a3515c3538516c9783b764c01e4/tumblr_mjtjhxCuR51s7gq7fo5_250.gif)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118339#msg14118339)<br><strong>Wearing: </strong>Silver Luxury (http://nextluxury.com/wp-content/uploads/grey-tie-white-dress-shirt-cool-unique-black-suit-styles-for-men-with-fancy-pocket-square.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> September 30th, 2017 (Day After Bonfire) <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Saturday<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Room of Requirement <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Dinner date.<br><strong>THEME:</strong> ♥ ❤ It's magic! Why do I tell myself these things that happen are all really true? ❤ ♥ (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bV9IZ9jJTxM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Iain!</em> <br><hr><br><div style="text-align: left;">Lyre raised and dropped eyebrows when Iain made a point there about the choir. And all the flattery about his cooking and singing, he tried to dismiss it, just ostentatious flattery! However, all the same, it was coming from Iain, and that still meant something more than nothing. <br><br>This left Lyre feeling soft and vulnerable in several places.<br><br>Iain had bewitched the sheet off the phonograph and set the large black disc from 70 years ago reeling. Doris Day's eerie soothing voice filled the room once more. Lyre felt the deepest crawling goosebumps just as Iain extended a hand, inviting him to a dance to this song which he warned beforehand was for a couple. It was nostalgic and almost startling to see Iain actually ... happy and high-spirited around him? Was that a fire smoldering back into his eyes again? Lyre took Iain's hot-blooded hand, brushing over his palm and clasping, and stood on the black velvet floor feeling lighter, like they were to dance away to the moon?&nbsp; <br><br>Swaying, circling under the cobwebbed chandeliers... he was no expert at dancing but it seemed easy with him. Lyre's smile grew and stifled and swallowed back words. His other hand smoothed around Iain's shoulder. All this was a surprising turn. The pessimist in him wanted to protest, but this was the man he thought and dreamed about over the summer. Surprising, surprising. Now there was no table between them, just clothes and a few inches for Jesus, he had to breathe deeply. Of all times for his lungs to constrict! This feeling, he had the same one earlier today with Jax, someone he didn't expect. Looking into Iain's eyes... Lyre's eyes fluttered and dashed sideways at the light grey walls and vertical yellow stripes. He wanted to dance here and now, and surely Iain did too. But what would Iain think... of the bitemark on the back of his neck? Would he storm out of Lyre's life, avoiding him in the hallways? Or worse, glaring him down whenever they passed by? <br><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>(OR WORSER, DIRTY VIOLENT TRICKS DURING QUIDDITCH, PERISH THE THOUGHT!)</em></span><br><br>His mouth opened but uttered nothing, his icy blue eyes looking glumly at the Hufflepuff ballroom. Maybe if it were getting serious, then did the past really matter to begin with? Here and now, they were not together. They were only flirts with the future. So while Jax seemed noncommittal, maybe by putting on a song to dance to, was Iain taking a step closer? <em>It's magic!</em> So sang Doris Day. <em>Why do I tell myself these things that happen ... are all really true?</em> This song... this damned song was pulling him closer to Iain. Lyre accidentally bumped into Iain's thigh, Iain's pec, inhaling his spiced aroma. He was embarrassed but secretly cherishing the feeling to imagine this body contact ten years later with rings on their fingers, because it felt right. He returned a curious gaze to Iain's eyes. What... what was he thinking right now?<br><br></div><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>26-07-2018, 19:11:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/46/Grace_Gryff_7.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998471#msg13998471)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (https://www.inthefrow.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/P9250243.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Vine | Fairy Wing | 9 ½ inches | Unyielding <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor | Second<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, 2 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Midmorning <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Gryffindor Dorm -&gt; Empty Classroom<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Delivering on promises <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Flume - Say It (Feat. Tove Lo) Illenium Remix (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=80AlC3LaPqQ&amp;list=RDDvtj4fzSkiw&amp;index=5)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Corey<br><hr><br>Because she was unable to get very much sleep last night, what with all of the tossing, turning, and sexy dreams she was having that kept waking her up, Grace had overslept on that Saturday morning. Normally, she would have been early enough to meet Corey in the great hall, so that they could eat breakfast together, as per their usual routine. However, on this particular day, when she woke up and checked the time, she knew she had likely missed him. Unless of course, he had just as much trouble getting to bed last night as she did. <br><br>After getting herself ready for the day and deciding that she was feeling more like a platinum than a lavender, Grace was about to head out when she checked herself over in the mirror. Her hair was changed with a flick of her wand and a spell she had memorized by then. She wore a somewhat casual outfit, though some might consider black pleather pants as more formal attire. The bottoms were paired with a cream colored sweater, with a loose turtleneck collar, and stylish black boots that gave her an extra three inches or so. <br><br>Just as she pursed her lips together to ensure that her gloss was still in tact, an unidentified flying object nearly collided with her head. She fumbled the folded paper in her hands, dropping it not once, not twice, but three times, before actually scraping it off the desk and looking down at it. “Bugger, who’d have thought you would be so hard to catch?” She asked of the paper owl, as if it could reply back to her. With a small sigh and a shake of her head, she unfolded the paper note and read it quickly, realizing straight away that it was from Corey. A huge, bashful grin, spread over her features. <br><br>He wrote of the classroom that he had found near Ravenclaw tower, where he apparently was right now - waiting for her. “Oh?” She questioned aloud, her head tilting and lids narrowing in curiosity. “Oh!” She finally squeaked, once the realization actually hit her. After a moment of reminding herself about their conversation from the previous night, she realized that this was it. The moment they had been planning. The time when they would go even further. As far as possible, in fact! Grace was out of breath just thinking about it, continuing to blink down at the note which conveniently had some directions on it. <br><br>How thoughtful, she mused. Even though this was her second year at Hogwarts, it wasn’t difficult to see how Grace could still be getting lost every now and again. The castle was huge, and with the staircases always moving about, there was never any guarantee that she would wind up where she had planned to go. “Right, I’d better go, then,” she convinced herself, gathering her maple brown handbag and sticking the note inside of it… for safekeeping, naturally. After that, she escaped the tunnel and left the Hufflepuff commons to head for the proper classroom. <br><br>It was only about ten minutes later that she found herself standing outside of the unmarked door. It must have been the correct one. Taking a moment to straighten out her sweater and fluff up her hair, she sighed aloud, then tried the door and stepped inside. Corey was sitting in the middle of the room, atop two tables making a makeshift bed, with cushions and pillows resting atop it. Grace flushed immediately, closing the door behind her. <br><br>“Hi,” she murmured, then crossed the room and approached him, setting her bag down on a nearby, empty table. “So, this is it, I guess.” She carried on, leaning down to pick up a pillow which she examined closely. “We had better not use a black light on any of this,” she joked. Though, there was a world of truth in that thought. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>02-08-2018, 19:56:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/14/Reyna12.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Reyna Pietruszewski (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14201548#msg14201548)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Slytherin Uniform (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/10/f0/7e/10f07ea4c4a928d349dccb0988e0d95f.jpg) with black sweat pants underneath skirt <br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand:</strong> 9" Blackthorn with Boomslang Venom <br><strong>House | Year:</strong> Slytherin | First Year<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Monday September 18, 2017 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Potion Lab Room<br><strong>Content:</strong> Light - <em>That doesn't smell right? &gt;.&gt; </em><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nate | Closed<br><hr><br><em>So.. do you think people learn to defuse bombs by just doing it after reading a book? </em><br><br>Nathaniel’s derisive heavy tone made Reyna frown at him. Why was he being a prick all of a sudden? Yes, she realized it was unreasonable for her to deny him the chance to help her but...what was the harm in letting her learn from making errors? Trial and error had been the instructor of human society, witch and muggle alike, for centuries.&nbsp; <br>Temper close to flaring, she answered his rhetorical question through gritted teeth, “Making a ‘Cure for Boils’ potion is nowhere as extreme as defusing a bomb.” At his additional clarification, she added, “I did watch someone else do it, Nate. Professor Karkus demonstrated how to properly brew it in class.” <br><br>Her cheeks burned with annoyance (and the barest hint of shame) that she wasn’t capable of conquering it after witnessing the potion being made once. Again, Reyna realized perfection was not achieved in a day or even a year but she was often critical of herself. Her failure was not made any better by Nate being snippy with her as well. <br><br><em>Does that sound like a good trade to you?</em><br><br>His question brought forth an internal debate. Was Nathaniel being an arsehole intentionally? Was she being too hard on him? He was just trying to help and spare her an avoidable trip to the nurse’s office. <br><br>Arms folded over her breasts, Reyna arched an eyebrow in response to his claims. “I doubt it would take an entire week, Nathaniel. We’re not in the dark ages anymore. Besides, pain is an excellent instructor.” <br><br>Now, she was being a brat. <em>Grr. </em><br><br>“ Przepraszam (sorry).” Renya offered the Polish apology, not even noticing the switch in language. It was common for her to dance in between Polish, Spanish, and mixtures of the two when her emotions got the better of her. “You’re right. Let’s just start over, okay? Like not only this dumb potion but our entire conversation. You’re good at pretending, right? So pretend you’re the professor and show me how to do the potion. I’ll be your ever attentive, favorite student.” <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>06-08-2018, 00:19:43</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> Suit (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/32/7e/d5/327ed501019edc007fae65626b2395e7.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 30th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Saturday<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Room of Requirement <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Dinner date<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lyre<br><hr><br>As the music continued on, Iain swayed with Lyre. Taking a more lead, Iain pulled Lyre close so that their bodies pinned against one another. Iain pressed his check against Lyre's. He heard Lyre's breath escape his mouth, felt it against his ear. It had been a long time since Iain felt someone so close. It felt good like a warm memory that threatened to disappear if you didn't hold it in your mind. Iain just wanted to be in that moment. To not think about what happened in the past - or what could be in the future.<br><br>Could the moment last? Iain posited the options. Lyre was far from what his family would picture as a partner - especially his lineage. The McGregors were a proud family with a long tradition. The Savage's could be put in the same category in that regard. The stark difference was the tradition. Iain's family were almost completely Gryffindors and epitomized the stereotypical Gryffindor. They were law-abiding, proud wizards. Lyre's family, on the other hand, in many ways epitomized the stereotypical Slytherin. What Iain knew about the Savages was dark. While never outright denying any cavorting with a Savage, his normally boisterous mother tended to become silent when Lyre came up in conversation. His father was more pointed - 'darkness follows that family.' Iain wasn't sure if it was official knowledge from working at the Ministry or just conjecture. Either way, a relationship with Lyre would be...tough.<br><br>But so full of promises. Iain did enjoy being around the Gothic Lyre. While dark, there was a hidden tenderness...a vulnerability. That's what Iain craved. The essence of Lyre.<br><br>Iain swallowed hard before speaking softly. "What are you thinking, Lyre?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>06-08-2018, 07:31:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/8c210a3515c3538516c9783b764c01e4/tumblr_mjtjhxCuR51s7gq7fo5_250.gif)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118339#msg14118339)<br><strong>Wearing: </strong>Silver Luxury (http://nextluxury.com/wp-content/uploads/grey-tie-white-dress-shirt-cool-unique-black-suit-styles-for-men-with-fancy-pocket-square.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> September 30th, 2017 (Day After Bonfire) <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Saturday<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Room of Requirement <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Dinner date. Dancing.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Iain!</em> <br><hr><br><div style="text-align: left;">"Trying not to step on your feet," Lyre Savage mumbled. <br><br>Their bodies pinned, cheek to cheek. He turned his face and looked into Iain's eyes. <br>"Uh, got a question for you. Are you interested in a second date?" <br><br>His eyes were entranced, sometimes playful, sometimes lost. His mouth softened.<br>And if Iain wanted more, maybe he can steal a kiss? Maybe two, maybe four?<br><br>He added, "Are you seeing anyone?" <br><br></div><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>07-08-2018, 02:18:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/83/Corey_Gryff_5.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14005990#msg14005990)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Saturday Casual (https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/filmguide/images/c/cc/TomHolland.jpg/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/250?cb=20171108061449)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Half-Blood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Thunderbird Feather, 10 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor - Second<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, 2 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Midmorning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Abandoned Sexy Classroom<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Nervous<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Grace<br><hr>It was perhaps the longest ten minutes or so of Corey’s life, as his body warred with overwhelming excitement and with absolute terror, both liberally mixed with the very real fear that either someone else was going to show up for the room, or that Grace would have changed her mind.&nbsp; She would have sent him a note though, right?&nbsp; They had been friends for a really long time, and while Grace could be clumsy and a little flighty, but she was never mean or thoughtless.&nbsp; No, she would send a note, and it would have been here by now.&nbsp; &nbsp;Maybe...his never found her?<br><br>Panicked, Corey was just about to jump off the tables to go look for her when the door opened, and Grace let herself in before closing the door behind.&nbsp; ‘Of course she would look amazing’ Corey thought, his eyes wide as he took her in, his face at that moment revealing that this just might not be as casual an encounter as he was saying.&nbsp; ‘Oh god, are those LEATHER pants…’ he noted, already feeling that tightening in his lower belly before he was able to shake his head and regain his composure, watching as she slowly drew closer.<br><br>“Um, hey.” He said at last, wondering why it was suddenly so difficult to talk to his best friend.&nbsp; Oh right, because he was going to have SEX WITH HER.&nbsp; Coughing at the thought, the sound quickly turned into a laugh at Grace’s joke, although he quickly whipped his hand up off the pillows beside him.&nbsp; “Ugh!&nbsp; I hope you aren’t right!&nbsp; I figured people hit this place with a Scouring charming before they left.&nbsp; &nbsp;Ew.”&nbsp; Sliding forward, Corey came off the table to stand beside her, clearly feeling a little awkward, which was saying something because he was feeling VERY awkward.<br><br>“Um, if you’d rather not we could find somewhere else or something…” Corey offered, cringing internally at the sound of his own voice.&nbsp; It was only supposed to be practice, right, but even still he didn’t want it in a place that made Grace feel gross. It was totally crazy, knowing someone for years, but suddenly having no idea what they wanted in such an important area of their lives.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Otherwise, we don’t have to totally, you know…” He said, tugging at his clothes, weirdly unable to say ‘strip’ or ‘get naked’.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>09-08-2018, 23:09:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://fromtheloftabove.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/tumblr_mcaimsiy1j1qa6ux6o1_1280.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Penelope Forrest (NPC)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Ravenclaw Uniform <br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn <br><strong>Wand</strong>: Walnut | Thestral Hair | 11 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | Seventh<br><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Saturday, 30 September, 2017 | Mid-morning <br><strong>Location:</strong> Library <br><strong>Content:</strong> Light <br><strong>Mood Music:</strong> CMA - You're Not Alone (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W6Hy0G0R3AQ)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open <br><hr><br>Hours went by in the blink of an eye and before she knew it, Penelope had finished her essay. After checking through her handwritten words which filled up an impressive fifteen pages of parchment, she laid all of the pages out carefully, using textbooks to weigh down the edges and corners, to ensure that they were as flat as possible. It was a matter of personal preference; parchment was meant to be flat, not curled. Leaning back in the chair and glancing at the fire which magically continued to roar idly, she smiled to herself. <br><br>One down, three to go.<br><br>Even though it was nearing lunch time, Penelope decided that she would at least get started on her second work for the day; a review of the book Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find them by Newt Scamander. Her particular focus for this review would center on the author’s attention to dragon detail, specifically. Newt Scamander had worked at the Dragon Research and Restraint Bureau at the Ministry of Magic for a period of time. He also personally worked with Ukrainian Ironbelly’s during the first world war.<br><br>Penelope had heard a great deal about dragons and was always fascinated by them. To think that there were certain wizards and witches out there who felt called to handling and training them, was astounding to someone like her. Still, reading about the magnificent beasts was something she was sure she would never grow tired of. Though they were such dangerous creatures, she had the feeling that they were also largely misunderstood. Something told her that Newt likely had the same idea. <br><br>Picking up the book, she flipped to the chapter about dragons and started to read. Though, as her stomach started to growl she began to lose focus on the words filling up the pages. In the back of her mind she wondered about powdered dragon claw and its supposed effects on one who consumed it. There were rumors about its ability to help a student focus for a few hours at a time. Some students even went around proclaiming that they had a baggie of it for sale, convincing their peers to use it to study for exams. Penelope would never do such a thing, of course. But, she did wonder about it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>15-08-2018, 22:13:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/46/Grace_Gryff_7.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998471#msg13998471)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (https://www.inthefrow.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/P9250243.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Vine | Fairy Wing | 9 ½ inches | Unyielding <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor | Second<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, 2 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Midmorning <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Gryffindor Dorm -&gt; Empty Classroom<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Delivering on promises <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Flume - Say It (Feat. Tove Lo) Illenium Remix (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=80AlC3LaPqQ&amp;list=RDDvtj4fzSkiw&amp;index=5)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Corey<br><hr><br>Grace erupted into a fit of laughter when Corey’s hand flew off of the pillow it had been resting upon, at the notion that it might be covered with bodily fluids. Perhaps Corey was right about the cleaning charm, or perhaps it was just wishful thinking on his part. She looked around the room again, only aware that she had been slightly quivering when she took a step closer. She hoped Corey didn’t notice it.<br><br>As she moved in a small circle, seemingly sizing up the room once again, Corey politely offered to move them to another location if she’d prefer it. Grace turned to smile at him from over her shoulder, tucking a loose strand of platinum hair behind an ear. Before she could reply, he then started tugging at his clothing, which immediately made her eyes widen, figuring he was about to just start stripping then and there! <br><br>When he kept his clothing on though, she felt herself pout. He hadn’t finished his sentence, but Grace tried to fill in the blanks just the same. Her doe like eyes dropped from his face, down to his shirt, which he had gestured to in reference to his words. “We don’t have to totally… undress?” She guessed, glancing down at her own clothing as if to consider the option. Her head tilted to the side, features shifting to one of confoundment. “But then how would we… you know? Do it?” <br><br>Maybe Corey didn’t want to go all the way with Grace after all. Maybe he was having reservations and wasn’t sure how to bring it up. She felt her face heating to a burning degree as she looked back at the pile of cushions and pillows. “Urm,” she began, awkwardly. Keeping up with the facade about how having sex was not supposed to be a big deal was becoming more challenging by the second. She turned, facing the bag she had placed down on a table not too far away.<br><br>“I suppose at the very least, we can use that charm you mentioned.” She shrugged. Even if they weren’t going to make use out of the classroom, she could at least be sure it was cleaned up enough for the next couple. Hopefully they weren’t pretending that sex wasn’t a big deal when it so obviously was. Hopefully they weren’t best friends who obviously had feelings for one another but no clue as to how to handle them. <br><br>Grace pulled her wand from her bag and waved it round in the air. “Scourgify,” she breathed. Suddenly, soap suds formed all along every surface of the room, cleaning every inch from top to bottom, leaving it sparkling and freshly scented after just a few seconds. Satisfied, she set her wand down beside her bag and turned to face Corey again, hands wedged against her hips. “At least it’s clean now. Right?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>18-08-2018, 01:56:02</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> Suit (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/32/7e/d5/327ed501019edc007fae65626b2395e7.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 30th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Saturday<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Room of Requirement <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Dinner date<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lyre<br><hr><br>Iain snickered at Lyre's response. "So far you're doing just fine not stepping on my toes." They continued to sway as the music moved onto the next song. Another ballad. Moments passed with silence only broken by the ambient music. Lyre broke the silence with questions.<br><br>"No, not seein' anyone these days." Iain replied. "I think a second date would be fun...the question is...are you seein' someone?" The answer had better be 'no.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>18-08-2018, 12:50:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/78/LyreSly3.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118339#msg14118339)<br><strong>Wearing: </strong>Silver Luxury (http://nextluxury.com/wp-content/uploads/grey-tie-white-dress-shirt-cool-unique-black-suit-styles-for-men-with-fancy-pocket-square.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> September 30th, 2017 (Day After Bonfire) <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Saturday<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Room of Requirement <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Dinner date. Dancing.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Iain! Jaxon! Moray!</em> </span><br><hr><br><div style="text-align: left;">Lyre had to stop dancing and tug off his silver tie, it was strangling him like a velvet noose, possibly cutting off blood flow.<br>He tossed it over his chair. His collar relaxed, exposing more skin on his neck. Breathing easier now, he cracked a short-lived smile.<br><br>He cleared his throat briefly, "I'm not dating anybody. But I do have to come forward. I did ... have sex today." <br>Lyre blurted it out, just like that, and paused. He looked elsewhere. "Came as a total surprise. It was a one-time thing, I think?" <br><br>Silence. Why was that easy and so difficult to say? He added, "So, if we're going on a second date, I can stop playing around."<br>He said this with uncertainty, unsure how Iain was going to take this. More hopeful for understanding and forgiveness, maybe.<br>But the darkness. The startling mirage faces of Jaxon and Moray turned and looked at him. They shook their heads slowly.<br><br></div><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Sakura</strong> on <strong>18-08-2018, 20:42:21</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> Inner thoughts and cold shoulder.<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Todrick Hall - If I Had A Heart (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jkTdOjywqOs)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aaric<br><hr><br>Scylla hadn't looked up but she could hear his movements. The sound of his voice as he explained things she wasn’t familiar with personally. Where there really books out there for these kind of things? It wasn’t like she wanted to really learn. She enjoyed her solitude, didn’t she?&nbsp; <br><br>She didn’t like the rest of explanation. She slumped closer into herself. Any closer and she might lose balance and fall over. She peered over the edge and gaze down, all the way down the bottom. If she fell would there be anything left of her to remember? The breeze felt amazing, blowing through her dark tresses, and forcing them to dance about. The smell of the smoke was almost wonderful. <br><br>“Does that have to be for everyone? What if you just like observing? What if you do not wish to connect with anyone?” She asked. Was he the type to enforce his own will upon others? Why was he saying these things? He absolutely knew nothing about her other than she was related to his best friend. She had heard through the grapevine a lot about him. Warning signs and yet his chilly Irish accent was pulling her in. It wasn’t the warning signs she was concerned with but the ones that came from within. <br><br>The little whispers brushing along her thoughts, thoughts she’d not speak out loud, not allow them to echo in the hallows of her mind. She bit her lip then released it. Should she say something mean? Finally she turned her gaze back to him. Locking hazel eyes with him. Was that a confession of some kind? Her soften gaze sharpened into a glare. “Did <em>he </em>put you up to this?” Her voice lowered to a faint growl. <br><br>Why would anyone in their right mind want to think about a girl who goes out of her way to disappear into the crowds. Why was she brightest in the darkness to Aaric. She had to guess it was cause her brother was telling him to be nice to her. To impose on her one woman show. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>20-08-2018, 04:53:57</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, September 29th 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Somewhere near the bonfire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversation, hopefully flirting<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Scylla <strong>Mentioning</strong>: Seeing the bonfire<br><hr><br>There was a sobering sense to Scylla, that much Aaric could admit without a shadow of a doubt about it. She spoke very little but some, and what she did say spoke several volumes to her character. The few clues she would give as to insight on what was going into her mind. Come to think of it, he hadn't seen her smile, just turn those eyes of hers and glare. The times he'd encountered her she'd always been alone, and her words sat with him. Was it true she wanted to be alone? He didn't have any real reason to doubt her, she lived with herself everyday while Aaric only got glimpses. But, why watch all the social gatherings, why was she always close to the student body? All of Aaric's experience told him that when someone looked longingly out over at something they weren't apart of, it was because it was where they'd rather be. Maybe, she didn't know what she was missing, and if she didn't know what she was missing, how could she miss it?<br><br>"I s'pose it doesn' 'ave ta be for everyone." Aaric replied. "But if yer observin' than aren' ya observin' cause yer curious?" He asked her. "There is only so much yer eyes can tell you, if ya wanna know what a bon fire, or any party really is really yer not gonna find yer answers watchin' em." He told her. "Ya gotta dive in." He explained, taking a moment to pause. A sense that he'd get nowhere in spite of his best intentions ringing in his ears. <br><br>He was trying to get a better idea of what she was about, why she was there. She kept so many cards close to the chest he could make plenty of assumptions....Assumptions didn't mean anything, they were guesses at best, and Aaric wasn't the type to bet on something uncertain. When his curiosity was piqued he was the type to observe himself, but what did gazing from afar get you other than lead you to more assumptions? No you needed to experience something, let them tease your other senses, that was how you got a feel for the world. So here he was, getting a feel for Scylla, because she piqued his interest something awful, and she was far too bloody good at keeping herself a mystery.<br><br>"It's like observin' a fresh cooked meal, it can look lovely, but unless ya pick up a fork and try a bit you'd only ever understand as much as yer eyes could tell ya." He said. Hoping that his argument was compelling enough to get her to at least consider there was merit to what he was saying. He didn't plan to have her leave the spot really, just enjoy the bonfire <em>with</em> him.<br><br>When she asked him if <em>he</em> put him up to talking to her. Aaric would tilt his head and give her a look of confusion. Who was <em>he</em>? Was someone giving her trouble at Hogwarts? <em>Why</em> would anyone give her trouble? He assumed that glare that she had given Xual was a glare that was personal because of their family history. Was she giving just anyone that look?<br><br>"Ta be honest with ya, I wasn' expectin' ta find ya, I was gonna write home about the party and jus' happened to see you on my way." He said holding up the letter in his hand and gazing towards the owlry. <br><br>"Truth be told since you came stridin' in with that glare you've been on my mind. I think it must 'ave been the most lovely look I've ever seen, and I don' need any stranger to put me up to talkin' to beautiful women." He said, being direct and blunt but feeling that if he was anything but honest with her that it'd be the end of their conversation. Likely the end of any future conversations, so he simply elected to be honest. She could judge him from there if she wanted too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>25-08-2018, 16:51:25</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> Suit (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/32/7e/d5/327ed501019edc007fae65626b2395e7.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 30th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Saturday<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Room of Requirement <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Dinner date<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lyre<br><hr><br>Iain smiled as Lyre removed his tie and opened by saying he wasn't dating anyone. But that smile faded slowly with Lyre's next pronouncement. <em>Had sex?</em> The lump in Iain's throat was so large he found it impossible to swallow. <em>What had this evening been? A lie?</em> Iain's smile was replaced by a solemn expression. <br><br>This was exactly what Iain didn't want. It was exactly his fear with Lyre Savage. Would the playboy change his ways? It was too much to process, especially for someone simple like Iain. Iain wasn't a simpleTON, but led a pretty simple life. He didn't get caught up in negativity or drama. It was both a gift and a curse. <br><br>This was screaming drama which in turn caused Iain's mind to yell <em>run away!</em><br><br>"Can you?" Iain asked, the word completely void of emotion. <br><br>Turning from Lyre, Iain's mind turned dark. Darker than he would ever admit...darker then he could even understand. "Perhaps you need to face your demons, Lyre Savage." <br><br>Without another word to Lyre, the Gryffindor walked out of the Room of Requirement. Once outside, he turned to face the door. He stared at the door for a moment perhaps hoping Lyre would bust through it, but at the same time fearing Lyre would bust through it. Iain was addicted to Lyre. <br><br>Without shedding a tear, but nonetheless breaking up inside, Iain closed his eyes and whispered softly. "Show him his darkness. Show him his darkness. Show him his darkness." The thrice chanted request triggered the Room's power. <br><br>Without waiting, Iain once again turned from the door with his emotionless face still present and made his way to the Gryffindor common rooms. Someone would likely have a game of sorts going he could join.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>25-08-2018, 21:43:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/78/LyreSly3.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118339#msg14118339)<br><strong>Wearing: </strong>Silver Luxury (http://nextluxury.com/wp-content/uploads/grey-tie-white-dress-shirt-cool-unique-black-suit-styles-for-men-with-fancy-pocket-square.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> September 30th, 2017 (Day After Bonfire) <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Saturday<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Room of Requirement <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> The darkness shown.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Iain!</em> </span><br><hr><br><div style="text-align: left;">Iain's smile faded and all that magic was dead, and the fire in his eyes went out like winter.<br>With that, the Gryffindor had left him alone in the Room of Requirement that soon changed.<br>"That went well, I believe," said Lyre as some of the wallpaper scattered away in ashes.<br><br>Then Iain came back, to Lyre's surprise, in different clothes. The chandelier crashed and exploded in black ink. <br><br>"Look at what you did to the room," Lyre muttered, taking a seat at the table, finding it hard to breathe. <br><br>"Me?" said the strangest voice. Iain stared. The door behind him slammed and a thousand locks latched.<br><br>Out of the shadows, the Savages stepped out a roaring black fire, Death Eater one by one. <br><br>"Dad? Mom." Lyre grew disconcerted. They looked at each other before pointing their wands at Iain McGregor.<br><br>His hand reached out. "Don't."&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <em>"CRUCIO." </em><br><br>A flash of red, and Iain was lifted off his feet, writhing in the air like a drowning man. Lyre clasped his ears to block the screaming.<br>Lyre's sister, uncle, grandfather, and great-grandmother circled around their victim, torturing him to no end. <em>"CRUCIO. CRUCIO."</em><br><br>Lyre was getting upset but the state of the room and the way his family disregarded him tipped him off what was really happening.<br>Iain really was forcing him to face his demons, his darkness, and little did the Gryffindor know, he had seen and faced all this before.<br>He picked up a fork and continued eating his chicken alfredo pasta, watching his family have their way with Iain. He chewed and gulped.<br><br>His great-grandmother shrieked, <em>"AVADA KEDAVRA!"</em> Flash of green. The doppleganger of Iain dropped dead. Motionless.<br><br>The Savages turned their faces and watched him chomp down a pizza slice. Then they proceeded to turn the corpse into an Inferius. A zombie puppet.<br><br>"Well, now that's just rude," Lyre mumbled, pointing.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"CRUCIO." </em>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"AVADA KEDAVRA!"</em><br><br>Soon enough, he watched his family tear the man apart like a pack of lions ambushing a child who had fallen in a zoo.<br>All Lyre could do was watch. They weren't Boggarts. They were this room. They were Iain's wish. This was what Iain wanted.<br>But that was the problem, was it? Facing his demons was never going to be the thing that changed him. In fact, it reminded him.<br><br>"You will do as you're told," Leda said with pursed lips.<br><br>"Yes, Mom," Lyre said as a mantra and chewed his dinner.<br><br>"Oh don't worry," Vega smiled smoothly. "He will when I'm head of the household."<br><br>"That's right, sister," Lyre said as a mantra and chewed his dinner.<br><br>"Don't make me take you down to the cellar again," Victor cringed as if he didn't enjoy this.<br><br>"No need, Dad," Lyre said as a mantra and chewed his dinner. "I don't want a heart anymore."<br><br></div><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation: Interior Castle Classrooms and Corridors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>27-08-2018, 13:28:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/83/Corey_Gryff_5.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14005990#msg14005990)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Saturday Casual (https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/filmguide/images/c/cc/TomHolland.jpg/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/250?cb=20171108061449)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Half-Blood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Thunderbird Feather, 10 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor - Second<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, 2 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Midmorning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Abandoned Sexy Classroom<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Nervous<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Grace<br><hr><em>You are blowing it!</em><br><br>Corey’s mind was reeling, and standing there simply staring at Grace like an idiot, he could feel the situation spiralling rapidly out of his control.&nbsp; <em>Say something you moron…</em> He berated himself, to no avail, as Grace quite clearly spoke about DOING IT, after he had tried to be gentlemanly and offer her a way out.&nbsp; Ok, sure, maybe this was not the way he envisioned them being together, or even getting together, but was he really going to clam up like this, standing there like a statue of male virginity until Grace got super uncomfortable and left?&nbsp; Left and took any chance he ever had with her!<br><br>No, he couldn’t!&nbsp; He’d never forgive himself. Watching as Grace turned to cast the Charm that turned the room from most definitely questionable in the health department to sparkling (she really was amazing at magic, and boy was she wearing those pants) Corey openly gawked as she turned back to him, hands on slim hips and looking to him like a girl on her very last nerve with waiting.<br><br>For a moment, the entire world seemed to slow to a crawl.&nbsp; The room, indeed the entire castle, fell silent in Corey’s mind.&nbsp; The weak sun beams coming in through the windows with their little dust particles drifting, the still popping and disappearing soap bubbles, the way that Grace’s platinum hair seemed to sway against her shoulders, all of it moved at one tenth speed as Corey’s racing mind finally came to the second most momentous decision of his life (seeing as this was his second time doing this)<br><br>Without a word, indeed without much warning at all considering he had been standing there doing nothing, Corey moved forward in a flash, taking Grace’s face in his hands and kissing her for all he was worth.&nbsp; Perhaps a bit too excited, perhaps, Corey moved a little harder than he should have, pinned Grace between him and the now sparkling table as he gave her what he hoped was the snog of her life.<br>
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