Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread
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				Title: <strong>Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>16-03-2018, 04:04:18</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180316/289057b2a8fbd273254cb3839761c458.png)<br><br>(https://i.imgur.com/MtxrUJC.png)<br><br>This thread is for all scenes that take place in a event that involves all or most of the player characters. Please make sure to use the header below to avoid confusion<br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img width=150 padding=10]IMAGE URL HERE[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]NAME:[/b] Your Character Name<br>(Optional)[b]WEARING:[/b] Optional description of what your character is wearing, or a link to their outfit.<br>[b]Blood Status:[/b] (Pureblood, Halfblood, or Muggleborn)<br>[b]Wand[/b]: (Wood, Core, and Length)<br>[b]House/Year[/b]: (Character's House and Year at the school)<br>[b]Date[/b]: (Day of the Week, Month, Day and year I.E. Friday, September 1st ,2017)<br>[b]Time/Day:[/b] General time of day. Morning/afternoon/evening/night. Can specify with values such as dawn/noon/midnight.<br>[b]LOCATION:[/b] Where your character is at in context of the current thread - optional sublocation (ex: Simpsons Residence - Kitchen)<br>[b]CONTENT:[/b] General level of content. Drama/Conversation/Humor/Smut/Etc.<br>(Optional)[b]MOOD MUSIC:[/b] [url=link]YouTube or BandCamp link to music to set the mood[/url]<br>[b]TAGGING:[/b] Any characters and potential NPC's being referenced or directly spoken with in this post.<br>[hr]<br><br>BEGIN POST CONTENT HERE</code></pre> </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread (Closed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>16-03-2018, 04:29:56</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180316/d664663fdde663c9176682df774bf2f6.png)<br>(https://i.imgur.com/E8MfVHx.jpg)<br><br>"We are Proud to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts Academy of witchcraft and wizardry.<br>Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.<br><br>Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.<br><br>Yours sincerely,<br><br>(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180316/6d717ddd5e514aaf5186046fde081708.png)<br>Headmaster"<br><br>For some this marks the beginning of their journey. The expected first steps from a proud pure or half blood family, or perhaps the first glimpse a world beyond the one muggleborns had previously grown up in. For many more it is the return to school. Many students travel to King's Cross Station where they are instructed to arrived at Platform Nine and Three Quarters. Upon arriving they will see a crowd of students and families gathering and preparing to depart. Tears are shed, and painful farewells being made. Hugs all across the platform as some students rush to the train to escape pictures and further embarrassing displays of affection.<br><br>The train makes this run at least four times a year, and probably, more often than that, as needed. It does leave without fail on September 1 at 11 am from Platform Nine and Three Quarters, King's Cross, arriving at Hogsmeade Station in the early evening. Most students take the train back to King's Cross to go home for the Christmas and Easter holidays. The train also makes the run back again to London at the end of term in June.<br><br>The train is pulled by a scarlet steam locomotive. There is no dining service, but a witch pushes a tea trolley through the train midway through the trip, selling various types of sweets and iced pumpkin juice. There is a separate car or two at the front of the train for Hogwarts Prefects. There are usually no adults aboard the Hogwarts Express except the witch with the tea trolley and the driver<br><br>Students will need to arrive by 11 O'clock sharp or be left behind</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>16-03-2018, 20:10:12</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>16-03-2018, 20:44:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/ba/Topher_Sly_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Topher Dubois<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Designer black wizard apparel! (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6b/92/91/6b9291094b4364150005423d4991e59d.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Red Oak, Basilisk Skin, 12 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 6th year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Sept. 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:30 a.m.<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform Nine and Three Quarters, boarding train<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Topher being...a dick about things he doesn't like.<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> #LessonsTopherNeedsToLearn (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZwTQmj16iI)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Loveday Marley (RedPhoenix), Silas Cork&nbsp; (Jag), OPEN<br><hr>He'd partied too hard. Was there such a thing? Could a person party so much that they subsequently became allergic to parties? Maybe that was what hangovers were--an allergic reaction to <em>fun</em>. Ugh. Still, Topher was looking forward to returning to school, even if he felt like his head was being savaged by a horde of wild pixies. And if his hair looked a bit like it.He'd at least dressed well in the designer look his mother had bought for him--black robes, black trousers, beautiful black shoes--the works. He was sable from head to toe. He'd been in a rush to get to Platform Nine and Three Quarters on time, and since he could Apparate...well. That had helped, at least.<br><br>Apparatng saved a lot of time, but it did not prevent a person from sleeping in too much, hence his messy hair.&nbsp; He was looking forward to seeing <em>certain</em> people again. And some people he wasn't.<br><br>Because Topher had all the confidence of a fish in water, as he hauled his luggage to the train, he scanned around for Loveday Marley, his Hufflepuff rival and shouted, "Loveday! If you're here, just know that this is an open declaration that my House's team is going to bury yours so far in the dirt that you'll have to become zombies if you ever want to rise again!" That declaration of war thrown out there on behalf of the Slythein Quidditch team, Topher headed to the train. He wanted to get his luggage put away. <br><br>He scanned the area for anyone else he knew, a bit bleary-eyed., and he was looking at first-years. He wondered which of the new faces would end up being sorted into his House. Topher wasn't as fanatical as some about pureblood lineage, but he certainly wasn't <em>thrilled</em> at the idea that some half-bloods and muggle-borns were probably going into his House. It was the sort of thing that resulted in <em>lectures</em> at home. If any particularly unpleasant 1st year <em>dared</em> make his morning unpleasant, Topher would make their first experience <em>dreadful</em>/<br><br>He looked around for Silas. He'd been on good terms with Silas last year, right? He couldn't recall with his splitting headache. He and Silas had one of <em>those</em> friendships, the ones where he could never quite tell if he wanted to push him off a cliff or leap off together on broomsticks.<br><br>"Cork! If you're here, sit with me on the train this year!" he shouted, leaning out of the train to do it, just in case Silas wasn't on the train.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>16-03-2018, 22:31:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Silas_Rav_1.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Silas Cork (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998460#msg13998460)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Silas might be a pirate...but without the gun and rum. (https://scontent-ort2-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/21728393_1466045260152811_4125076999215941572_n.jpg?oh=1f43d05bbc9b541c793af58b4cd34bc8&amp;oe=5B451ADC)<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>: Sept. 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:30am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform Nine and Three Quarters, boarding train<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> "Where did I get this outfit? Why am I already on the train? Is that Dubois yelling my name finally?"<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Your Makeup Is Terrible, But I Love You Anyway (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oqGJ7I75aTE)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Topher Dubois (Blythe) &amp; Loveday Marley (RedPhoenix)<br><hr><br>It had been a good idea to spend the night in the city last night to avoid waking up all the way in Leeds and only having ten minutes to get to the station without an apparating license. It had been a good idea to pack his trunk and bag in advance. It had even been responsible to pay for school year parking for his motorcycle instead of letting it get impounded again. Even better, he'd left the hotel in clean and running condition for his Pop-Pop and hired help for the old man for the next nine months. Silas was really shaping up to be a good adult. He was going to be a responsible man some day and make his Pop-Pop proud of him. <br><br>Sadly, it was 10:30 in the afternoon and he was so hungover that he wished he was dead. How did this happen?<br><br>Oh, right, that girl from down the hall at the hotel. He was leaning on the railing outside his room door, just looking around, when she came up to him. It was her twenty-first birthday, she had legs for days, and a boyfriend with a curious streak. Did he get lucky? Silas couldn't remember. He cursed himself for that. He always tried to avoid getting so drunk that he couldn't remember the fun bits the next day. Apparently he had failed at that.<br><br>He was awakened from his inebriated dozing by the sound of others boarding the training and eventually the sound of his own name. His next thought was how in the hell did he get on the train already?<br><br>Oh, right, he remembered that, a little. Stumbling out of the hotel room thinking that his watch was telling him it was seven in the evening and for some reason thinking there would be a late train. A train station security person asking him where his boat was and threatening to get the police. Falling through the platform barrier before they could turn up. Practically crawling his way onto the train and passing back out on top of his trunk.<br><br>Was that Dubois yelling his name? He'd fantasized about that more than once, not that it would ever happen. Wait, it was happening. Except not in the way he wanted it. Reality was a cruel mistress. That tight ass would never be his. Not that he was upset about that. There were plenty of tight asses in the world. Instead, he groaned as he pushed up from his sleeping spot and looked around. His eyes glanced down and he saw the outfit he was wearing. Queue next though, why was he a pirate?<br><br>Oh, right, legs for day's curious boyfriend worked at a cheesy pirate themed restaurant. Apparently he did get lucky last night. In more ways than one. He was a pirate now.<br><br>Not bothering to drag his trunk with him, he wandered out into the corridor of the train. It wouldn't be the first time he had to hunt his things down at a later date and time. His eyes darted around a little as he ran his hands through his floppy hair. He was on the look out. Last person he needed to run into now was Loveday. She'd take advantage of his current state and hex him through the platform wall. He was sure of it after how they left things.<br><br>"Hey, Bois," he called into a compartment only to realize that Topher wasn't in there, "Oh, sorry...looking for someone with better hair than you..." he stumbled back out into the corridor to try again.<br><br>He slid the door open on the next one and found his target, "Hey, Bois," he stressed the name to make it sound more like <em>boyz</em>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>17-03-2018, 01:49:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/c0/bc/39/c0bc39a3df476bff5859875b7587c039.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Rosalyn Lamoureux<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Seafoam dreams (https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=236675142[/URL)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 10 Inch/Alder/Unicorn hair- Slightly flexible&nbsp;<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, year 3<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 1st, <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:30 AM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform Nine and Three Quarters, boarding train&nbsp; <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Happy to be returning to Hogwarts, but feeling anxious about other things.<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Rosalyn's theme- La Vie En Rose (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NK9zdPj-oslink)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open.<br>Mentioning: Zacharias Warde<br><hr><br>Her luggage stored, the redhead with a head so full of dizzying thoughts settled quietly into the seat of the box she'd chosen... hands absent mindedly caressing the soft silky fur of the ginger tabby Jacque whom was contently curled up purring in her lap the very moment she sat down. As was his custom whenever a shot at her lap opened up.<br><br>“Things are going to get a lot more complicated from now, Jacque... I never saw anything like this coming, I wonder what Papa would say if he were still here...” Rosalyn murmured softly, reaching to scratch gently behind the feline's right ear “Arranged marriages are just so last century, but... I know I have a duty to my family, I have responsibilities and that... that means marrying well, among other things, I suppose...”<br><br>Jacque gave a soft meow as he lifted his head and gazed up at the uncertain expression touching the face of his beloved mistress, the feline move brace his front paws against her chest and leaned up to give a supportive lick on the tip of her nose.<br><br>Rosalyn chuckled softly and hugged the cat, leaning in to kiss the top of his head “You are such a good, sweet boy, my Jacque... how blessed I am to have such a darling friend”<br><br>Jacque purred a little louder as he settled himself back down into her lap, the sounds of his soft snoring could heard soon after, making Rosalyn chuckle “If only I could afford to be so carefree. It might be very pleasant and convenient to be a cat and have absolutely nothing but the simplest of things expected from you”<br><br>She looked up and cast her jade green gaze out the glass window “It will be very nice to see my friends again though, I do hope Moray is going easier on the ice cream after that one... incident...”<br><br>A sweet smile curved Rosalyn's subtly rose pink hued lips as she looked back down as Jacque rolled over onto his back, exposing his cute white tummy "I wonder what this Zacharias is going be like, Jacque... do you think think he'll at least be kind?"<br><br>She gently scratched her nails back and forth across the cat's stomach and giggled as his purred grew louder and vibrated though his body "You always know how to cheer me up, Jacque, just by being your sweet affectionate self. I love you"<br><br>Jacque briefly opened his eyes to fix golden orbs on her that seemed to speak the very same words back to her, then slowly the lids closed and the pampered feline was fast asleep once more... on his back, belly up.<br><br>"Silly boy" Rosalyn chuckled lightly before she leaned the back of her head against the head of her seat "Maybe I'll close my eyes for a short time as well"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-03-2018, 01:51:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/T8tZBDV.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Darcy Fredricksen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14003815#msg14003815)<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> The Nun Dress (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d0/7d/de/d07dde3b75dc39ee3a1face67146dd5c.jpg) for now!<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 16inch Hazel, Dragon Heart string, swishy<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: First year, no house as of yet!<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 1st ,2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10.40am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Start- Kings Cross station. Move to – Platform 9 3/4<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> ANGST<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Davis and Laurel Fredricksen (NPC) and OPEN<br><br><hr><br>Darcy didn't know what was worse, her father campaigning as they stood on the train station or the near nun dress her mother had put her in. The dress was so boring, black, knee length pretty shapeless on her tall but slender frame, not to mention the high collar was practically choking her.<br><br>“Will you at least try to smile. ” Darcy's mother scowled at her, as she pulled at the hem of her daughters dress, noticing that it was sitting higher on her leg than it had when she had it made for her. <br><br>Darcy swatted her mother's hand away, she knew what her mother was thinking, that she had put on weight, it didn't help that she was already taller than most women in generally let alone girls her own age. “It's hard to smile when I look like I'm going to a funeral, I might as well play the part.” She whispered back to her mother as her father smiled shaking the hands of anyone that would stop to him. Davis Fredricksen was just a Tory asshat that wanted to cut the budget again, at almost 60 he was starting to look his age, his dark brown hair was starting to show his grey hair at his temple, she had her father's soft blue eyes.<br><br>Looking back over at her mother Darcy noticed she shared the same look of disdain. “He's just doing his job.” Her mother looked good for her age, she was mid-50's, dyed blonde hair, dark green eyes.<br><br>She sighed as she took the trolley from their driver leaving her parents at the entrance of Kings Cross, empty promises should be the family motto. With every step away from her parents, the happier she became, this was it, finally a chance to get away from them.&nbsp; pushed the trolley towards the barrier, “Why couldn't Freddy or Phillipa bring me?” She shook her head disappearing onto platform 9 and 3/4's, of course she had been here before when she was much younger, but there had always been this worry that she wouldn't get in, luckily it was unfounded. <br><br>She took her trunk to the right part looking back her parents were still on the other side no doubt posing for photos, she just hoped they weren't stupid enough to drop any information about the school. Looking at the train she found a place to drop her trunk off, she grabbed messenger bag from the top, inside held clothes that were fashionable this century.<br><br>Darcy stepped back looking over at the train, her hand moved to her bag, but she stopped herself, she wanted to take a picture of the train and put it on Instagram, but she knew the questions she would receive from it meant it wasn't worth it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>17-03-2018, 02:40:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Iain_Gryff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Iain McGregor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14003054#msg14003054)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> A simple t-shirt and a pair of jeans (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/46/be/1a/46be1a786406e29f3ffd33c673188427--sexy-men-hot-men.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 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:30 AM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform 9 and 3/4<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Rosalyn Lamoureux, open for others to join<br><hr><br>Saying quick goodbyes to his parents, Iain made his way from the Muggle world into the wizarding world through the portal at Platform 9 and 3/4 in the Kings Cross Station. The McGregors were always a part of the hidden world – three generations back worked for the Ministry of Magic. It was likely in his future as well. <br><br>It seemed to be the same level of chaos this time each year but having now run through the wall and found a spot on the train three times, Iain’s perspective had significantly changed. Before boarding he stopped by a paper stand and picked up a bag of candy.<br><br>Making his way through the unbridled masses of students and parents, Iain managed to slap the backs of some of his classmates and assure his housemates that Gryffindor would take Quidditch this year. There were of course the faces Iain didn’t recognize – the first years. Two years ago felt both very near as he watched the newbies and also far enough back in time to already have forgotten some of the details.<br><br>Iain looked down at shouting and recognized some upper classmen – Cork and Dubois. Both looked like they had just come from the club. Dubois looked a bit more avant-garde in his attire. Cork looked…well Iain wasn’t exactly sure how to describe him. Cork had a mop of hair that seemed to dance around in opposite directions of the body under it and it was only accentuated by the…pirate outfit? They were having fun and not hurting anyone – why not?<br><br>Popping into the train he searched around for a spot. Iain recognized one of his Gryffindor housemates, Rosalyn Lamoureux. He took the opportunity to join her.<br><br>“Mademoiselle Lamoureux, bon jour.” Iain gave a slight bow and mangled French with his Scottish accent. He added a non-committal but flirty wink of an eye. “Some sweets, for the sweetest Gryffindor in the house…” Iain offered the candy to her and sank in a seat, looking outside at the excitement, wondering if anyone would be left behind.<br><br>The honeydukes sherbet lemons Iain presented to Rosalyn were a tart candy coated in sugar. They started out with a luscious sweetness and ended with a soft tart. Highly addictive and one of the more easily digestible candies found in the wizarding world. <br><br>“I’m guessin’ you’re excited for our next year?” It was both a question and a statement. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>17-03-2018, 02:41:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ea/Loveday_Huffl_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Loveday Marley<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Open Hufflepuff Robe, Jean Shorts, Wedge Heels, White Tank Top, Visible Yellow Bra<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Poplar with Thunderbird Feather core, 12"<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff 6th Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Sept 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform 9 3/4<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Arriving and junk<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> The Queen is Back (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t7T7_mtx3rg)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Topher (Blythe), Silas (Jag)<br><hr><br>The car that pulled up at the King's Cross parking wasn't that different from many others. A beat up old Ford Fiesta in a what-might-have-been-sea-green-once coat and tires that looked like they were strongly considering branching out on a career of their own by breaking away from the car at any instant. Also rather unexpectedly the girls that emerged from it, laughing, smoking, looking like they either came from an all night party or were about to start an all day one, were young, gorgeous, and dressed to trash. <br><br>Loveday Marley swung her long legs out of the passenger seat and pulled herself out of the low car, cigarette dangling from her lips as she winced at the brightness of the early sun. It was September, getting a bit chilly, but you wouldn't have known it to look at her. She dressed like most girls don't dare until the sun was roasting and the weather was more a sauna than a brisk chill wind, but growing up in northern England she had taken on the habits of the wilder women up there, which included dressing like she was going to a non-existent beach or club even in the dead of winter. <br><br>Her friends, rather more conservatively, and appropriately dressed than her still made quite the picture of young and invincible beauty. They laughed, tossing bottles in a nearby trashcan (mostly) and taking a few last hits of something decidedly not tobacco as they stepped out of the car. Loveday turned to it and raised her wand, eyed the card quizically for a moment, concentrating hard to remember the spell. A twist, a whirl, and flick "<em>Deceptio Oafusicae!</em>" She said with hung-over confidence.<br><br>The car vanished and where it had been a massive pothole with construction tape around it appeared. "There, see, and you was worried about your dad's -" She began confidentally to her friend when a brightly feathered toucan flew out of the pothole and landed on the tape, sqwuaking happily.<br><br>The girls winced, not just from the headache. "Loveday you doofus it's supposed to be <em>in</em>-conspicuous." The smart one of their group, who used five syllable words casually even when toasted sighed. "Here lemme." She stepped forward and used her own wand. <br><br>"<em>Urbanus Squasihicus!</em> She said primly, her proper London accent as the parking lot was suddenly a spot smaller. "There." She said. "Good for the semester." The ladies turned and walked towards the platform, just like any other set of school age women would, arm in arm, speaking unforgivable insults to each other so casually they couldn't be anything but the best of friends. <br><br>The girls were still trading insults with each other about their choice of clothes, men, and inability to summon fake potholes without including toucans, as they stepped onto the train. The laughter and friendship was inseparable as they walked into a compartment with nothing but the most casual of 'fuck offs' to the two first year boys who had been there who scattered, terrified, before the upperclasswomen, and set up like they owned the place. Nothing could possibly disturb it, nothing except - <br><br><em>"Loveday! If you're here, just know that this is an open declaration that my House's team is going to bury yours so far in the dirt that you'll have to become zombies if you ever want to rise again!"</em><br><br>Loveday's eyes narrowed. Her friends, none of whom played Quidditch rolled their eyes as they knew what was coming. "Easy love it's just a game." One of them taunted as their friend picked up her Hulffepuff robe and pulled it over her shoulders, not closing it of course (what self-respecting Geordie girl would do something like <em>that</em> and stalked out of the corridor. "Catch you at the castle love!" One called to her, already knowing she likely wasn't coming back.<br><br>Loveday strode down the corridor like she owned the train, and from the way the younger students scattered in front of her you'd think she did. Between her hard face, brazen makeup, obvious complete comfort with her own body, and lingering scent of the signs of a wonderful night out with the girls about her she was every nervous young freshman's nightmare. <br><br>She found where the sound had come from easily enough, the door still open after all, and walked in, hands on her hips.<br><br>"Your damn micey if you think that for a hot second." She said loudly to him, leaning down over his seated form. "And what would you have to say about it anyway Sir I-Get-Suspended-On-Purpose-To-Hide-From-Hufflepuff." She raised her hands and waved them mockingly as she taunted him. "Don't remember you in the sky at the big match last year. And that half-grown seeker of yours wasn't much of a cover up was he?" She stuck a finger in his face. "Dunched him right of the sky didn't I?" She reached back and mimed the motion, laughing as she remembered him screaming for his mother as he fell from his broom. "Well you remember, you were sitting right there in the stands in your pretty clothes where you belong weren't you?" She scoffed, glaring at his fine and fancy outfit. <br><br>Perhaps it was her agitation, but the wand tucked into the loop of her jeans jumped at that moment, purple sparks from a hex forming as she slapped at it. "Damn thing." She muttered. Her thunderbird feather wand has a reputation for going off on its own. She suddenly realized who was in the compartment with them.<br><br>"Oh well I shoulda known. I guess it tends to go off on its own when its around things that can't go off at all." She glared at Silas, suddenly very worried about whether she looked alright, she didn't show any sign of outward uncertainty as she glared at him.&nbsp; "And what are you supposed to be? Dressed up to disappoint another girl at a costume party someplace?" <br><br>She glanced back and forth between them. Silas and Topher. Two of her least favorite men.<br><br>"You two are in my cabin." She said, sitting down opposite them, crossing one long, bare leg over the other and letting her wedge-heeled sandal dangle off her foot as she lit a cigarette. "And I just remembered it's a smoking allowed in here type." She decided as she pursed her lips and blew a large cloud of smoke at the two of them.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>17-03-2018, 03:01:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/6/68/Xerxestaylor1.jpg/394px-Xerxestaylor1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Xerxes Taylor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999400#msg13999400)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> What’s in the pic<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggle born<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Walnut with Veela hair core, 10 inches, pliable<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: TBD, 1st year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:30 AM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform 9 and 3/4<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Darcy Fredricksen<br><hr><br>“You just go through that?” Xerxes asked, his brows drown together in a frown. This was all new to Xerxes, a Muggle born wizard that only recently learned of his magical abilities from his invitation to Hogwarts. Initially the family thought it a hoax. It was an elderly neighbor, Jackson Anderman, that knocked on the door the night the invitation arrived. Evidently Jackson was a wizard and would help Xerxes get up to speed in preparation for his journey to Hogwarts.<br><br>“Yeah, that’s it.” Jackson said with a cheeky grin on his face nodding to the brick. <br><br>Holding his breath Xerxes did it and pushed right through. It was in fact an illusion or portal. Xerxes’ mind spun at the idea, trying to comprehend the…magic involved in crafting such a feat. Anderman had explained much of the wizarding world, but to actually witness something so grandiose was a different thing. Xerxes continued to stare as students and families entered and left – none found themselves smacked into a brick wall.<br><br>“Xerxes, you have to get on the train.” Jackson pushed Xerxes further on to the platform. “There will be lots more to see, but you’ve got to keep focus on the goal.” <br><br>Xerxes had a penchant for trying to understand everything about one phenomenon and missing out on others. Shaking off the amazement, Xerxes nodded and grabbed his trunk. <br><br>“The train will take you to Hogwarts. You need to find an open space.” Jackson offered a warm smile. “It will all work out, Xerxes. I know this…” He motioned around, “is all new to you, but soon it’ll all be just like flipping on a light switch to get electricity.”<br><br>Xerxes didn’t think the comparison was exactly right, but he understood the concept. <br><br>“At Hogwarts, remember how we talked, you’ll be sorted into one of the four great houses. It’s there you will find your friends – your comrades. My housemates are still my best mates…well those that are left.” Jackson was beyond old and rarely talked about the past, even with Xerxes’ incessant questioning.<br><br>Xerxes nodded and without another word Jackson gave him a hug. “Your family did you right. You’re a good lad, but this will all be different. If you need anything send an owl to me. Hogwarts has many wonderful people – teachers and students that are there to help you succeed.” As he paused a Slytherin robe walked by. Xerxes watched Jackson sigh and shrug. “Well…off now. Your mum is probably frantically waiting for a report back.”<br><br>The new Hogwarts first year broke a brief smile, pushed up his glasses and made his way on to the train. Before getting too far, he managed to bump into a young blond-haired student. Xerxes was about to meet his first classmate, Darcy Fredricksen.<br><br>“Sorry about that.” Xerxes said, pushing up his glasses again. “It’s a bit hectic.” Xerxes squished one side of his face a half smile/confused look.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-03-2018, 03:30:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/T8tZBDV.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Darcy Fredricksen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14003815#msg14003815)<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> The Nun Dress (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d0/7d/de/d07dde3b75dc39ee3a1face67146dd5c.jpg) for now!<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> (Pureblood, Halfblood, or Muggleborn)<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 16inch Hazel, Dragon Heart string, swishy<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: First year, no house as of yet!<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 1st ,2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10.40am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Start- Kings Cross station. Move to – Platform 9 3/4<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> ANGST<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Davis and Laurel Fredricksen (NPC) and Xerxes<br><br><hr><br>Darcy was busy look in her bag trying to find where she had put her wand when she felt herself being bumped. She shifted slightly, before looking over at the guy that hit her. “No harm.” She smiled slightly, “Are you a first year?” She asked, seeing the half smile/confused look on his face. She frowned as she noticed her parents stepping through the barrier. “Oh fuck me.” She shook her head.<br><br>“Darcy...why did you run off? You missed a prime photo op.” Her father rushed over giving a cautious eye to Xerxes. <br><br>“I didn't run, I walked, slowly.” She looked at her father, “Well this is where we part.” She said firmly offering her father her hand.<br><br>Davis' perfected smile cracked slightly as she offered her hand, he took it nodded at her. “Make friends, study hard, make me proud.” He said stiffly before stepping back. If someone had looked closely they would have spotted his eyes were watering slightly.<br><br>Darcy turned to her mother, “Mother...goodbye.” She said coldly, Laurel's jaw set on edge.<br><br>“Darcy, try not to get into any trouble, I don't want you to come home pregnant.” A slight smirk crossed the older woman's face as she rubbed an imaginary smudge from her daughter's cheek.<br><br>A fake smile was plastered on Darcy's face, “Of course not mother, I have more class than snagging the first man that looks my way.” She looked towards her father before leaning forward. “Your obligation to be my mother has ended, I have officially gone to school.” She turned on her heel heading into the train without a look back, grabbing Xerxes hand she pulled him onto the train, it was the easiest way to get him out of the target of her mother. <br><br>Once out of view she leant against the wall breathing deeply, her heart was racing. “Sorry, I didn't mean for anyone to see that.” She laughed slightly. “And for grabbing you, it seemed the safest course of action. I'm Darcy Fredricksen.” She smiled broadly at him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>17-03-2018, 15:52:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/7l5hsIl.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Adalheida "Addy" Ogden (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998458#msg13998458)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Channeling Wednesday Addams. (https://orig00.deviantart.net/4dee/f/2017/325/2/e/2ec705a99b20cf9aa013a69614e210ad-dbuf8n5.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Beech Wood, Rougarou Hair, 11.5'<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: 1st Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept. 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:45am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform Nine and Three Quarters, boarding train<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong><br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Pick up all the pieces and go back to the start. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Tt3Ev-6pAM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> -OPEN-<br><hr><br>"I can't believe we're running so late," her mother snipped, but it was part of her plan. Be as late as possible. Find the last open spots and hunker down and just try to figure out how to pass the time. It's why she'd taken so long braiding her hair this morning. Braiding and unbraiding it, pretending like she didn't see the clock, "You look like a No-Maj cartoon witch. It's very rude," to which she rolled her eyes a little, "This is so much more crowded than I expected. Must be because it takes a larger pool of students than Ilvermorny."<br><br>"Ilvermorny services they entire North American continent, Mom," she lagged behind a little as she fussed with something in her purse.<br><br>"What're you doing? What do you have in there? Addy...give me the purse."<br><br>Addy sighed. She was being berated by her mother in front of everyone. Luckily, everyone was busy finding their friends and getting on the train in a hurry. She was sure she was the last thing on their minds, "It's nothing. Why didn't Dad come?"<br><br>"Would you have talked to him if he did?" it was true, she'd been giving the cold shoulder for the last six months, "He had to work. You know he's not comfortable with all of this yet," it had been one thing to know his wife and daughter were witches, but it wasn't till talk of Addy going off to school that he started realizing how real it was. The culture back home was very different from here. A witch and No-Maj could marry back home and never have to cross their two lives. It was all very separate. But here, it seemed common for a No-Maj to be highly knowledgeable and involved in their spouse and children's magical lives. He was having as hard a time with it as she was, "What the hell is in your bag? Give me that."<br><br>"Mom..." she tried to snatch it back, but the older witch snagged it from her and tore it open.<br><br>"Oh my god, Addy. What is that?!"<br><br>"Shhhhh...Mom...you're going to get me in trouble..." she tried to shut the bag before it could get out, but her mother held it firm.<br><br>"Is that a Hodag?"<br><br>"It's just a baby."<br><br>"Do you know how big those things get? What do you need that for?" the horned, frog like creature croaked a little and her mother shut the bag quick, but wouldn't give it back, "Why do you need an animal that can be used to give immunity to being drunk? These aren't native here. You're going to create an invasive species."<br><br>"I just thought it was cute..."<br><br>"What else do you have?"<br><br>"Nothing."<br><br>"Liar. Empty it," her mother pointed at the trunk.<br><br>"Mom, I'm gonna miss the train."<br><br>With a sigh, the older woman relented, "If I get one letter...just one letter, Addy, I mean it..." but the threat was left open. Her mother was good at counting to three and then giving up. It would be a lie to say that Addy didn't take advantage of it once in a while to get away with certain things. Not that she ever did anything really bad. She was always well meaning and never intentionally malicious.<br><br>"Bye, Mom!" she managed to snatch the purse back, but realized it was much lighter. The Hodag was gone and she felt her heart sink a little. Mother had sent it back home. It would be sent back to it's home in Wisconsin before she was home for Christmas break.<br><br>A little sad, she dragged her trunk onto the train and started navigating her way down the corridor to find a place to sit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>King Serperior</strong> on <strong>17-03-2018, 20:09:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/d/d4/Hogwarts_Character_Dante.jpg/597px-Hogwarts_Character_Dante.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Dante Fairchild (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14000815#msg14000815)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Standard robes of decent quality and make, neither high nor low end.<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Chestnut, Thunderbird Feather Core, 13 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: 1st Year; House TBD<br><strong>Date</strong>: Sept. 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:40 AM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform Nine and Three Quarters, boarding train<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Looking for a cabin (?) to sit in.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open at the moment<br><hr><br>"Okay, just a liiiitttllleeee more.....and there!&nbsp; Geeze, little bro.&nbsp; What'd you cram into that one?"<br><br>Dante rolled his eyes as one of his older brothers, Marcus, helped get the last of his cases of school supplies on the train.&nbsp; Marcus was perhaps the most tolerable of his brothers as there was usually a smile on his face.&nbsp; One would find it hard to think he took anything seriously, considering the very casual way he acted.&nbsp; In any event, Dante was happy that at least one of his family was able to make it to see him off.&nbsp; Sure, he could have taken the Knight Bus, but he really, really didn't want to have to deal with that today.<br><br>"It's schoolbooks, Marcus.&nbsp; I'm pretty sure that your books were just as heavy as mine," Dante grumbled.<br><br>So, where was the rest of his family?&nbsp; Well, Gabriel was out doing Quidditch practice.&nbsp; He at least sent a good luck letter by owl that morning.&nbsp; Leon was way out there, too busy with his studies, but he'd also sent a letter wishing him the best of luck.&nbsp; It also included a warning to stay far away from the Whomping Willow on the grounds, which was a no brainer.&nbsp; He knew the reason why though.&nbsp; Leon had taken flying classes and someone jinxed the broom to send him flying at the tree.&nbsp; Leon ended up with a concussion, three broken ribs, and a broken arm.&nbsp; He'd been considered quite lucky and the student who jinxed the broom had detention for literally half the school year for that.&nbsp; Hard to believe that Leon had become friends a year later with the guy and was now working with him.&nbsp; Meanwhile, his sister, Leslie, and his mother were busy at St. Mungos and couldn't leave.&nbsp; At least they threw him a nice, little going away party last night.&nbsp; Finally, his father was currently advising about a situation where a dragon took off with a Muggle car, but it was lucky that nobody was hurt.<br><br>In any event, Dante stepped back as Marcus leapt out of the train car where student luggage was being stored.&nbsp; He was wearing his Chudley Cannons Quidditch robes because as soon as the train departed, he would have to Apparate since he also had some training.&nbsp; Apparently the head of the team had some unique plan that would put them at the top of the season.&nbsp; However, as Marcus explained, that was something the captain said quite often.&nbsp; The captain was an extremely optimistic person.&nbsp; Still, the flamboyant way Marcus acted and the fact that he was wearing official Quidditch team robes meant that people were staring and Marcus didn't have a care in the world about it.<br><br>"Okay, bro, I think that's that.&nbsp; Well, I'm about to have to head off.&nbsp; I'd suggest that you go now and find a good place to sit, else you'll have to intrude on others.&nbsp; Better to be the one intruded on than be the intruder, no?"<br><br>"Yeah, yeah, you have a point, I guess.&nbsp; So, you're heading out now?"<br><br>Marcus laughed, "That I am, that I am.&nbsp; Can't let the team hang out to dry, right?"&nbsp; He smacked Dante's back with his hand, "Now, when you get to Hogwarts, I want you to make me proud.&nbsp; Get into the Hufflepuff team and show them what we Fairchilds can do, okay?"<br><br>Dante sighed, "You know that the Sorting Hat is who decides that right?"&nbsp; But, Marcus just laughed and started walking off with a backwards wave.&nbsp; The Fairchild family, as long as they could tell, were all Hufflepuffs.&nbsp; Still, he wondered what it would be like to not wear the black and yellow.....<br><br>But, that would have to wait.&nbsp; For now, he had to find a compartment and claim it as his own.....<br><br>Ten minutes later, Dante found one that didn't look like anyone had taken towards the center of the train and walked in to take a seat.&nbsp; There wasn't much else to do for now other than to set the owl cage that held Felix on the seat and wait for the train to depart....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>17-03-2018, 20:43:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/28/Eikichi_Characters_53-3.png)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bc/Eikichi_Characters_52-6.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nathaniel Warde (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14002044#msg14002044) // Zacharias Warde (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14002048#msg14002048)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Nathan's Outfit (https://contestimg.wish.com/api/webimage/5810936eec16772134f9707e-4-large.jpg) // Zach's Outfit (https://gloimg.samcdn.com/S/201308/source-img/1377727281484-P-1060601.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood // Pureblood<br><strong>Wands</strong>: Laurel, Dragon, 14 inches, Fairly Flexible (Nathaniel) // Rowan, Basilisk Skin, 11 inches, Unyielding, Family Heirloom. (Zacharias)<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 4<sup>rth</sup> year. // Unsorted 1<sup>st</sup> year.<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday. September 1st ,2017.<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:00am – 10:30am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Kings Cross Station – Platform Nine and Three-Quarters -&gt; Hogwarts Express<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> The cousins bicker and eventually begin boarding.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> OPEN | Rosalyn Lamoureux (Mentioned) // Loveday Marley (Mentioned)<br><hr><br><em>"I’ll never understand why you chose this puny little owl."</em> Nathaniel couldn’t help but mutter the words as he reached forward towards caged bird. He pressed his fingers into the cage, his index finger sliding between the bars to pet along the beak of the Scops Owl. His finger dragged along the length of the owl’s beak, lightly flicking his fingertips over the curve of the beak before the owls hooked beak suddenly enclosed around his index finger. Just as the owls cross-section enclosed around the side of his finger, just underneath his fingernail, he suddenly tugged his finger away causing the owl to yelp and release his finger before it ended up hitting the cage from how quickly he yanked his hand back. The suddenly tug of his finger from the cage causing the cage to shift and rock on the trolley as Nathan winced and grasped at the tip of his finger. <em>"Fucking hell.. Did they not bother training that useless creature?"</em><br><br>While Nathan nursed the nick to his finger Zacharias suddenly leaned toward the side of the cart, steadying the cage as the Scops Owl inside fluttered against the inside of the cage before it returned to preening itself. Zacharias lifted the cage from the trolley and inspecting the owl, Herbert, for any harm. <em>"I’d say they trained him quite well. He’s quite good at hunting.. rats."</em> Zacharias quipped while readjusting the cage back onto his trolley as both the cousins walked along the ninth platform of the ‘Kings Cross Station.’ <em>"Besides. You can’t complain, you’re the only reason we’re here.. My parents offered to send our things up beforehand so we could just take Floo network, the closest fireplace is barely five minutes from Hogwarts, or they could have just taken us to Hogwarts directly by Apparition."</em> Zacharias couldn’t help but mutter the last retort with a hint of annoyance, after all, he already knew the reason his cousin hadn’t bothered with either option. One only had to look where Nathaniel’s eyes wandered to understand that real reason for this unneeded addition of time to their trip.<br><br><em>"Now now, Zacharias. Some of us aren’t <strong>sooo</strong> lucky as to have their future picked out for them."</em> There was a rather pleased smile on Nathaniel’s face after that last comment, as both boys reached the gate-way to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. Nathaniel didn’t even bother looking around, instead one hand tightened on the grip of his trolley as the other hand held Eliza’s, his black cat, cage as his pace quickened momentarily as he moderately jogged straight into the brick barrier and disappearing from sight. Zacharias rolled his eyes at his cousin’s taunt; both of them knowing quite well that Nathaniel would have simply found a way to get out of any marriage agreement should the Warde family actually arrange anything. But because of his cousins persistent knack for trouble that miserable responsibility had fallen to him. Not really fair, in his opinion, as he’d yet to get a chance to enjoy himself away from home and was already expected to shack up with a woman he’d yet to meet in just a couple of years. <em>"Blithering idiot."</em> Zacharias cursed under his breath, not entirely sure if it was addressed for himself and his predicament or towards his useless cousin.<br><br>With that bitter thought out of the way Zacharias gripped the trolley with both hands as he rushed through the brick barrier and entered Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. It didn’t take him long after stepping through the barrier to find his cousin, mostly because the fool hadn’t really moved that far. Zacharias pulled up his trolley next to Nathaniel, casting a withering glance in his cousin’s direction before following Nathaniel’s line of sight to see what exactly had his attention. Of course, he should have known the answer to that. Nathaniel’s eyes of course were drawn to the skirts of some of the girls who were already boarding the ‘Hogwarts Express.’ After they boarded the train, however, Nathaniel patted the back of his hand against Zacharias chest to confirm what Zacharias already knew. <em>"I told you so, cousin, much better than Apparating or using the Floo powder. You’ve just got to loosen up a bit."</em> Zacharias couldn’t help but scoff at the statement from his cousin, keeping himself from rolling his eyes this time as instead he made a rather general observation about the fact that Nathaniel seemed to be looking at anyone, even the first years. <em>"Much better. I get to watch you drool over muggles and half-bloods. How splendid, Nathaniel."</em><br><br><em>"Oh shut it. It’s just a bit of fun, it’s not anything serious. Besides.. It’s all there really good for you know."</em> Nathaniel couldn’t help but let out a light scoff of laughter under his breath. The statement was even enough for Zacharias to crack a light smile before turning his attention back to the Express. He lifted his right hand, putting it on Nathan’s shoulder and shaking Nathaniel to get his attention back to the present as he muttered under his breath. <em>"Come on, we need to find a carriage before everyone else. Lest you want to put off that talk about your business till after I’m sorted."</em> Nathaniel rolled his eyes at Zacharias statement, wrapping his arm around his cousin’s shoulder and then pushing his trolley towards the express with his cousin in toe. <em>"Almost every Warde gets put into Slytherin. Your sister was the first in generations not to be in Slytherin. You’ll be just fine. After all.. <strong>you’re the prodigal heir</strong>."</em><br><br>The two cousins each grabbed a pair of luggage each, leaving the rest on the trolley for the moment as they hopped onto the train and began walking down the compartments to find an unused and empty carriage for the two of them. While they were in the middle of making their way down the compartments did Nathaniel let out a light curse under his breath as the group of students the car in front of them suddenly scattered into various carriages. <em>"Not that way!"</em> Nathaniel grabbed Zacharias by the collar of his coat, tugging them both and their luggage into the carriage they were previously walking past. Once they entered Nathaniel gave a not so friendly smile to the three second year students who were abruptly interrupted by their sudden entrance as Zacharias let out his own little barrage of curses just as the open robed menace walked past their car. <em>"The hell was that for, could have broken my neck with how abruptly you yanked me. What’s that about then, eh?"</em> Nathaniel of course just snorted as he stuck his head out of the carriage and caught sight of Loveday strolling her way down the corridor, past them, before pulling his luggage out of the carriage they’d just entered. <em> "Shut it. If you’d blocked her way it would&nbsp; have ended much worse. Now get moving."</em> Nathaniel was already walking back down the corridor, as if what had just happened was completely normal. Which was just about enough to make Zacharias curse him out in frustration before he decided his cousin was right, he could force the answer out of the dolt later.<br><br>It took the pair of them about half an hour to pack their things up into the carriage they chose for themselves. The luggage packed up into the racks above them while the cousins sat opposite of one another. Nathaniel had Eliza in his lap, grooming and petting the black cat as it curled up, while Zacharias had pulled Herbert out of its cage. It fluttered around in the carriage for a short bit, alternating between being perched up on the luggage rack and his shoulder. But it was mostly preoccupied with preening itself with both its beak and claws. Zacharias paid little attention to the creature; after all he wasn’t attached to the animal as Nathaniel was to his. Most of the Warde family had a penchant toward felines when it came to their companions. But Zacharias hadn’t really felt up to seeing another black cat scrounging up his clothing, he’d had plenty of that at home. Though, currently, Herbert wasn’t exactly behaving any better. Neither of the two had bothered to change into their robes, quite yet. Instead they were idly waiting in the carriage for the express to be off. They could bother changing later when they were closer to Hogwarts. Zacharias finally broke the silence and turned his attention back towards his elder cousin. <em>"So this is what you meant by better, being bored in a carriage?"</em> Zacharias brow arched at Nathaniel.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>17-03-2018, 21:16:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/c0/bc/39/c0bc39a3df476bff5859875b7587c039.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Rosalyn Lamoureux<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Seafoam dreams (https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=236675142[/URL)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 10 Inch/Alder/Unicorn hair- Slightly flexible <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, year 3<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 1st, <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:30 AM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform Nine and Three Quarters, boarding train&nbsp; <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Happy to be returning to Hogwarts, but feeling anxious about other things.<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Rosalyn's theme- La Vie En Rose (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NK9zdPj-oslink)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Iain McGregor, Open.<br>Mentioning: Zacharias Warde<br><hr><br>When the sliding door of her box began to slide open, the redhead within began to grimace a little in nervous anticipation of who it could be, she somewhat wanted to have some time alone on this train ride to think about the recent events in her life... it wasn't him... was it? <br><br><strong>{Iain}</strong> “Mademoiselle Lamoureux, bon jour.”<br><br>“Iain!” Rosalyn exclaimed brightly, a genuine warm smile curving across her lips as she saw her Scottish friend entering the box she'd selected, she was immediately relieved to see the face of her friend over a stranger or her mysterious fiance “I am so happy to see you”<br><br><strong>{Iain}</strong> “Some sweets, for the sweetest Gryffindor in the house…” <br><br>“Thank you” Rosalyn replied with a sweet smile that made her jade green eyes glitter with the genuine warmth she exuded, she accepted a couple of the offered sweet and promptly devoured one of them, relished in the comforts the blessed sugary treat offered “Mmm, lemon sherbet... you know I love these, you are the best, Iain” <br><br>Jacque lifted his head from Rosalyn's lap and rolled back over onto his stomach before he blinked sleepy golden eyes and looked at Iain, the cat offered a welcoming 'meow' before he settled comfortably once more into Rosalyn's lap. It was clear Jacque was a very happy cat that was very content to spent every moment he could with his mistress, there was no else he'd rather be than with her.<br><br><strong>{Iain}</strong> “I’m guessin’ you’re excited for our next year?” <br><br>Rosalyn's face somewhat fell as Iain asked her this “Well... Yes... and no... Iain, my family in France... they did something...”<br><br>The redhead sighed heavily and proceed to pet Jacque's silky back to comfort herself, the cat immediately began to purr “They set up a marriage contract with another high born family in England... after I am done with school, I... I have to marry Zacharias Warde... apparently he goes to our school, he starts this year....”<br><br>Her expression was one of mixed emotions, she had absolutely no idea how to feel about any this and it was greatly disconcerting to feel like that “I guess... after losing my father so suddenly, the family is somewhat panicking and wants to make sure the house Lamoureux will continue to have an heir to inherit the Comte title... I get it, but... I couldn't choose for myself? It just feel so archaic and unfair, I don't even know this man and I have to marry him in a few years. I mean, this basically means I'm not allowed to have any boyfriends at school... and does that mean Zacharias is my boyfriend?”<br><br>She looked up at Iain and realized she'd begun ranting a little “Sorry... I just have a lot on my mind, this is all very confusing for me... I know noble families sometimes still do arranged marriages, but... I never thought it would happen to me...”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>17-03-2018, 22:56:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/76/AaricSlyth1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Aaric Balor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998428#msg13998428)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Slytherin Student Uniform<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 10&nbsp; 1/4 Inches | Ebony Wood |Thestral Tail Hair| Quite Flexible<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin/ Year 3<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, Setember 1st 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:40 AM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Boarding the train<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversation<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Just a General Vibe for Aaric (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jSAjNWypykQ)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dante, Open<br><hr><br><br>Aaric always loved the scene that took place on Platform 9 and three quarters.&nbsp; There was no greater time or excitement then the return to Hogwarts. And why shouldn't they be excited? For most first years it was the culmination of seventeen years of waiting. Their entire childhood had been building up to this exact moment. Purebloods living up to a legacy of their great bloodlines, <em>or perhaps trying to revive a disgraced one</em>. Halfbloods either just discovering their heritage and wondering what it could possibly mean or just excited to finally be able to follow in their parents footsteps. Aaric always was curious just what the experience was for muggleborns, it was a point of reference he really had no ability to understand. How did one live their entire life believing magic wasn't real, <em>not really</em>. Then suddenly get a knock on the door as complete strangers explain that the prospective student is in fact very capable of magic and should be whisked away to a school in the middle of nowhere Scotland where they can learn with other potential witches and wizards. The fact so many accept it so readily always struck Aaric as a little surprising. He imagined there must be need for demonstration, otherwise he doubted any typical family not looking to get rid of their children would take it seriously. <br><br>Still, the first years always looked the most excited, or the most nervous. They had yet to be sorted had no idea what lay before them. They had yet to be bogged with homework, to receive their first detention, all that was left to the them was the great unknown. Maybe some of them had family that attended and related stories, but then you'd simply hear stories of moving stairs, friendly ghosts, and a large mysterious forest where werewolves and vampires hid. <br><br>There was more then just enjoying the excitement and buzz in the air of course, it was the human drama of it all that Aaric especially enjoyed watching.&nbsp; Mothers tearfully clung to their children getting ready to board the trains. It was always interesting to pinpoint the self conscious ones. Here there were hundreds of families filling in and filing the area but you could always spot the one student who was embarrassed by their mother's fussing. <em>As if in the chaos of the moment anyone cared that your mother was displaying a high amount of affection in public.</em> Then again, Aaric enjoyed seeing it with a smirk on his face, so perhaps their self conscious tendencies weren't entirely with merit? <br><br>Aaric had separated himself from his brothers to get a good little vantage point of the scene unfolding before him. Though he had arrived promptly with a hour to spare he'd actually wait nearly forty minutes before boarding the train himself. This was both for his little enjoyment of people watching, as well as to let the compartments within the train to fill up. It was much less of a hassle to find a place that wouldn't become stuffed with large crowds of friends trying to make use of every inch when those students already filled compartments full. The ride was always uneventful, there was no reason to spend it crammed into a tiny place, his worse habits had a habit of trickling out in those situations and detention on the first night was honestly not a goal Aaric was aiming for.....Three days was much more preferable.<br><br>As he moved through the train he'd come upon a compartment that for the moment had only one other student. Aaric took a moment to study him, he looked fairly unassuming. Dark hair kept short, well groomed. He didn't appear thin or frail, possibly more athletic then his frame might suggest but he seemed just thin enough to Aaric you wouldn't be sure until he was out of his robes. Aaric couldn't remember seeing him around in previous years. While if the student was in a different year it would be less likely he'd catch many glimpses, the fact was everyone sat in the great hall to eat every day. Aaric liked to believe faces would at least seem somewhat familiar, but the stranger in front of him didn't feel familiar at all.<br><br>"How's she cuttin'." He asked, a thick cool Irish filling the compartment as he spoke. He regarded the stranger with a smirk. "Don' remember seein' yer face 'round before," he said taking a seat and extending his hand.<br><br>"Name's Aaric Balor,"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>17-03-2018, 23:20:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/7l5hsIl.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Adalheida "Addy" Ogden (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998458#msg13998458)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Channeling Wednesday Addams. (https://orig00.deviantart.net/4dee/f/2017/325/2/e/2ec705a99b20cf9aa013a69614e210ad-dbuf8n5.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Beech Wood, Rougarou Hair, 11.5'<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: 1st Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept. 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:45am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform Nine and Three Quarters, boarding train<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong><br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Pick up all the pieces and go back to the start. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Tt3Ev-6pAM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Dante Fairchild (KS), Aaric Balor (Untamed Skies), -OPEN-<br><hr><br>Addy had never felt out of place before now in her life. She always got along with the No-Maj children at her former school and the two wizarding children she knew back home. She'd loved the Wiccan group she would meet with on the weekends and enjoyed her time with them. She'd never had trouble making friends or finding her place. <br><br>But it just felt different this time. There were a lot more 'pureblood' families here. A lot more had loads more experience with other wizarding children. They all seemed to know where to go and what to say and she was terrified to open her mouth and let out the American in her voice. Growing up on the Wisconsin boarder gave that accent even more noticeable personality. It wasn't till she met some of the people at her father's new office that she noticed her accent.&nbsp; It was even worse when she was nervous. Even around those that sounded more French or even German, she felt like her voice stuck out like a sore thumb. Back home, she could be the quirky girl that everyone just liked having around because she'd always been there. But here, she was the foreign girl who didn't understand any of the inside jokes.<br><br>It was an awkward feeling and Addy didn't like it.<br><br>They were supposed to leave at eleven, right? What would happen if she just parked her trunk down where it was and sat on it? Would someone get upset? There had to be enough compartments for everyone, so long as everyone was willing to share. <br><br>At first, she thought she had just been jostled, but towards the middle of the train, she realized it was her trunk rattling lightly, "Uff-da..." she muttered softly before looking around fast. It wasn't like it was a big deal. There was nothing dangerous inside it. It just happened to be growing much faster than she anticipated it would. She had to get it under control.<br><br>Without who a care to who might have been in there, she got behind her trunk and shoved it into one of the compartments, nearly knocking into a rather tall and handsome boy already in robes, "Uff...geez...sorry...Worse dan crossing t'rivers out dere..." she cleared her throat a little, trying to control her accent, "Sorry. Didn't realize there were people in here...I'll leave," but the trunk rattled again and she quick sat on it, "Or not, if that's okeh whicha boys."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>17-03-2018, 23:22:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/ba/Topher_Sly_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Topher Dubois<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Designer black wizard apparel! (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6b/92/91/6b9291094b4364150005423d4991e59d.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Red Oak, Basilisk Skin, 12 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 6th year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Sept. 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:30 a.m.<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform Nine and Three Quarters -&gt; train -&gt; cabin on train<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Smack talk. SO MUCH SMACK TALK. <del>Topher why won't you behave</del><br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Girl Fight - Brooke Valentine (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOAj4zAUZNE). ...look, I know Topher's a guy, but this song still feels right. &lt;_&lt;<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Loveday Marley (RedPhoenix), Silas Cork&nbsp; (Jag), OPEN<br><hr>Topher glared at Loveday. He couldn't stand her, and here she was in his cabin. His cabin, not hers. Obnoxiously, he propped his feet up on the seat opposite, making sure to get some of the dirt from his shoes near or even on her robes. He decided to be <em>especially</em> nasty to Loveday and said, "I'm surprised you're bothering to sit with us. Then again, Silas is here. He's like <em>chav</em> candy, apparently. You must miss him something <em>fierce</em> to keep chasing him down."<br><br>He smirked and said, "Yeah, I let my temper get the better of me last year, but don't expect to get a free ride this year, Lovey-dovey. I'll be on the team, and I'm going to make it my mission to put your team's Seeker straight into the infirmary. Shouldn't be hard. All I have to do to win is put Silas in the stands so you can fantasize about hopping off your broomstick and right back onto his."<br><br>He didn't want to admit it, but Loveday had hit a sore spot with him. Quidditch. Topher was mad for Quidditch and arguably loved it more than anything in the world. He had responsibilities once he would leave school, had to decide what part of his family's respective businesses he wanted to join, but if he had his way? He would play for a pro-Quidditch team. And Loveday calling him a coward stung him straight to the core, because he wasn't. He was just a terribly angry fellow who made bad choices, and this year, he had to get it together. He had to shape up. He wasn't going to get the future he wanted if he didn't, and it was becoming more and more important that he hold up his family's legacy. He was the youngest, after all.<br><br>He waved some of her smoke out of his face and suppressed a cough. He said irritably, "God, could you at least smoke menthols instead one of those tail pipes from a Muggle car. At least menthols are less <em>odious</em>. How can you even be an athlete and pollute your body with that <em>garbage</em>?"<br><br>This had the result of making his face a bit red; he would be <em>damned</em> if Loveday's odious little habit made him cough. He wouldn't admit even the smallest weakness in front of her.<br><br>Pretending Loveday didn't exist, refusing to concede this was her cabin, he said to Silas, "How'd your summer treat you? And for god's sake, <em>Dubois.</em> You can't be so short on time that you don't have time for the <em>du</em>, given that you added sounds at the end."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>18-03-2018, 00:47:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Silas_Rav_1.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Silas Cork (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998460#msg13998460)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Silas might be a pirate...but without the gun and rum. (https://scontent-ort2-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/21728393_1466045260152811_4125076999215941572_n.jpg?oh=1f43d05bbc9b541c793af58b4cd34bc8&amp;oe=5B451ADC)<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>: Sept. 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:30am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform Nine and Three Quarters, boarding train<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Were my sexual abilities just insulted? By two people? <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Your Makeup Is Terrible, But I Love You Anyway (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oqGJ7I75aTE)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Topher Dubois (Blythe), Loveday Marley (RedPhoenix), -OPEN-<br><hr><br>Loveday invaded their compartment soon after he did. How did he miss her while getting here? Must have come from different directions. If he'd seen her, he wouldn't have come in here. He'd have went back to sleeping on his trunk. Was Silas a coward for that? Most definately and he was more than okay with that. Loveday scared him more than his other exes, mostly because she continued to come at him even after the initial breakoff. Most cried it off and went about their days after a few days. It was like they just needed proof that he really was a jackass and they moved on. Loveday wouldn't do that. Her and that wand were on his ass and Silas didn't know how to handle it. He'd rather cower somewhere till she went away. But that was so long as she didn't notice him. He was comfortable standing up for himself and pushing her buttons if confronted, but he'd avoid it if he could.<br><br>Avoidance wasn't an option today, it seemed. First damn day.<br><br>She came in like a storm and laid into Topher while he pulled the white pirate coat over his head. As if that would shield him from the lashing. When it came down on him, he was genuinly hurt. What was it she had said? <em>...things that can't go off at all...</em> Was that a hit at his sexual abilities? If there was one thing in life he was sure of, it was his ability to please another human being, or part human in a few rare cases. The insults didn't stop there though. He gap mouthed at Topher at the comment of him being <em>chav</em> candy. Though he figured it was preferable to slag candy. Not that either of those were a lie. So he could forgive Topher for that one.<br><br>While Topher decided to ignore the invasion and hostile attempted take over of their compartment and tried to move the conversation on, Silas couldn't let it go, "Hold on," he put a hand up to Topher's face and narrowed his eyes at his smoking ex, "Can't go off at all? I might be a disappointment to my mother, father," not that he knew who that was, "...grandmother, grandfather, every professor in Hogwarts, and Bois here; but I know for a fact that a certain chain smoking Hufflepuff left that classroom barely able to walk. And I might have disappointed that girl last night, I don't really remember, but I do remember her boyfriend said I was the best suck of his life."<br><br>"Now...give me one of those," he ordered about her cigarettes while locking his eyes on hers. Silas knew the dangerous ground he was in. She was between him and the door. So unless he wanted to climb out the window, she had the upper hand in a fight.<br><br>Turning his attention back to Topher for a moment, he smirked, "My summer was fantastic. I slept till noon everyday. Yours?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>18-03-2018, 01:37:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ea/Loveday_Huffl_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Loveday Marley<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Open Hufflepuff Robe, Jean Shorts, Wedge Heels, White Tank Top, Visible Yellow Bra<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Poplar with Thunderbird Feather core, 12"<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff 6th Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Sept 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Train to Hogwarts<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Arriving and junk<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> The Queen is Back (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t7T7_mtx3rg)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Topher Dubois (Blythe), Silas Cork (Jag)<br><hr><br>Loveday sneered at Topher as he called her Lovey-Dovey. The cutesy nicknames didn't really get to her, it was more that he was talking to her at all that she found repulsive. Most people called her Love or Dayday or something like that, but as far as she was concerned Slytherin quidditch players could call her 'your Highness.' Same went for the other houses, incidentally, but they weren't talking to her right now.<br><br>Her sneer only got bigger as he brought up hopping on Silas's broomstick. It wasn't that it had been an unfun experience, the exact opposite in fact, it was that it was only one time. And Silas apparently hadn't meant a single damn thing he'd said the whole while. <br><br>But at least her cheap cigarettes were bothering him. His family probably would be caught dead before smoking a Mayfair Superking. That made her happy. Her sneer became a bit more smug as she let another huge cloud of smoke off in his face.<br><br>"Well first off I ain'ta chav, and second off maybe <em>I'm</em> the one whose just that much better than <em>you</em> then." She said, contrasting how she felt he quite obviously thought of her, about as primly as she ever spoke. "Since even with the tabs you ain't a match for me." She leaned back a bit more at ease now that she'd established herself here, although her hands became a lot more animated as she gestured towards Silas and then back at Topher. "And I wouldn't go near yer man's stick if he was starting for the Arrows and dipped it in gold first." A complete lie of course, but she delivered it with passion.<br><br>She really wished Silas would just do what any rational bloke would have done by now - admit he screwed up by not treating her right and beg her to give him a second chance. But the damn fool would rather go tripping on costume dick than have the woman who was obviously the best for him in the whole world. Well served him right! She didn't need him anyway, she lied to herself.<br><br>Very little of this was reflected in the glare of disdain she gave him as he spoke. Very little, but not quite nothing. She blushed and glanced away as he mentioned how she'd left the classroom, memories of how wonderful that night had been being rapidly shoved down in her mind so that she could stay angry at him. She obviously wanted to say something snappy back to him but then he asked for a cigarette.<br><br>He asked for a cigarette. After all the shit he'd done to her, he wanted her to show him even the tiniest little kindness? The dickless piece of shit. She should spit on him. She should slap him. She should kick him right out the damn window so hard her four inch wedge was all the way up his backside as he fell out.<br><br>"Yeah alright." She said, dipping her pack so one was hanging out the end as he held it to him.<br><br>"Guess you can't go moren a few hours without puttin somethin in your mouth and suckin it." She said, remembering to insult him after he'd taken it. <br><br>She glanced between the two of them. "Is that what you were gonna get up to before I walked in then?" It was clear from her tone what she thought about the two of them engaging in such things. She fixed Topher with a glare, "Now that'd make you the chav wouldnnit?" She inhaled and out through her nostrils, still huffy about the existence of both of them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>18-03-2018, 01:55:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d7/Penny_Hogwarts.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Penny Burton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14002493#msg14002493)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Slytherin Attire (https://i.pinimg.com/474x/9b/cd/3f/9bcd3f9225f2b333ce98182782e92a99--sophie-turner-google-search.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 10 inch | Elm | White River Monster | Slightly springy<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning (prior to 11)<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform 9¾ | Hogwarts Express<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Goodbye's and Hello's <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Bullet Train - Stephen Swartz (Feat. Joni Fatora) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gkime9M4z34)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>“Now, I don’t expect to be receiving any letters hearing about you making trouble while you’re there, Missy.” <br><br>“And if we do, you can expect to receive a Howler so loud, it’ll break the goblet you’re drinking out of at breakfast time with your friends.” <br><br>The inconspicuous warnings from her parents were par for the course, she supposed, during the trip to the Hogwarts Express. After all, Penny was an only child in a pureblood family. There were, as usual, a certain number of standards and expectations placed upon her. For instance, she had better get sorted into Slytherin, and she had better not embarrass anyone in the family.<br><br>“Penny won’t get into any trouble! Right, Penny?” Her bright eyed little cousin Jamie was peering up expectantly from the trolley he had offered to push for her, which carried an enormous trunk of her belongings. Penny tilted her head down at her younger cousin, who had been similar to a little brother for most of her life. Reaching out, she ruffled his curly, ginger locks and smiled sweetly. “I’ll certainly <em>try</em> not to.” She responded wisely; under her breath. <br><br>Despite not having older siblings to rely on, Penny had heard a great deal of stories at family functions, after certain relatives had sipped a bit too much wine. Finally, though, it was her turn to start making those memories. She would be the one recounting these stories to any who would listen, eventually. It was her time to shine - and she planned on doing so, brilliantly. <br><br>“You had best strive to write to us every Sunday.” Penny’s father lectured her. Her mother nodded in agreement to her husband’s words. “Unless you need to study for exams or something. You must study hard, Penny. Mustn’t neglect your schoolwork.” Penny’s mother droned on. That was what she had come to expect of them, though; whenever her father spoke his demands, her mother tacked on another, still. <br><br>It was highly doubtful that either of them had ever considered what lengths Penny would have gone just to get away from them, especially after an entire summer filled with ‘I expect’s’ and ‘you had best’s.’ The fact that she happened to be leaving for Hogwarts was merely an added perk, really. Except for that one rather horrid person who would be right there beside her for the entire year. And potentially afterward, if she couldn’t figure out a way to stop it before it was too late. <br><br>Penny did her best to remove those thoughts from her mind, not wishing to think on them for another minute, as she turned to face the enormous train awaiting departure. Jamie tugged on her robes a moment later, too preoccupied with staring at the train to bother with eye contact. “I can’t believe you get to ride this to Hogwarts! Penny, you’re so lucky!” <br><br>He finally managed to peel his bright blue eyes from the magical locomotive and regarded Penny. “You’ll tell me all about it when you’re back for Christmas, right?” <br><br>She tilted her head to look down at him, smirking just slightly. “I certainly will.” She bent down and held up her pinky, looking at him sternly. “It’s a promise.” Jamie locked pinkies with her and beamed as if he had just been promised ice cream for the rest of his life. Penny released a small sigh, then tugged him closer and pulled him into a hug. “I’ll miss you.” Jamie nodded his head against her sleeve. “Ditto,” he sadly remarked. <br><br>Penny pulled back and ruffled his hair once more, only to be met with a disgruntled look from her baby cousin. Once rising to full height again, she turned to face her aunt, who was already holding her arms out expectantly. After hugging each of her parents with what some would call a side hug - at best - Penny was finally ready to take the trolley from Jamie, stepping up to the edge of the platform, near one of the doors. <br><br>When she was about to board, Penny turned over a shoulder and waved at her family. There were no tears to be shed, save for possibly Jamie, who would probably miss her the most. Then again, Penny hadn’t expected any different. Stepping onto the train, Penny quickly stepped into the first empty compartment and pressed her hand against the window, smiling a sad smile at Jamie on the opposite side of the glass, on the other end of the platform. <br><br>She was the lucky one - born with magic inside of her, through no work or will of her own, without ever even asking for it, or all of the expectations that came along with it. Yet, he… the boy who wanted nothing more than to be magical, would never get the chance to stand in one of the compartments of the Hogwarts Express.<br><br>She pointed at him with her free hand, a fingertip pressed against the window, as if to say that she was doing this for him. Jamie wiped his nose on his sleeve, the tears streaming down his face freely, even as his mother awkwardly hugged him. Penny was the lucky one - or so Jamie declared. He, on the other hand, had not been born so lucky. <br><br>Releasing a long sigh, Penny’s head lowered, her lashes sealing shut. “Lucky…” she muttered to herself, her hands sliding from the glass as she turned to lean against the window, her back turned on her family. <em>‘If he only knew…’</em> She thought despondently to herself, folding arms over chest. Her resolve was to endure it all for Jamie. Allowing him to live vicariously through her. It was the most that she could do for him, though it was not nearly good enough. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>18-03-2018, 02:14:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/0UeudkA.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Moray Morrigan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999176#msg13999176)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Clothes</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/PqYVcR2.jpg)</div></div></div><br><br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood,<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 15 inch Beech, Kelpie hair core, rigid. There is a slight twist to the wand and one single groove curved along the wand.<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 1st ,2017,<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:45am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Start – outside, end – in a carriage.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Nothing too angsty<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Finley Morrigan (NPC) then the two Warde's<br><hr><br>Moray sighed heavily as her father frowned at her outfit. “Are you sure you don't want me to take you to the train?” Finley asked his soft Irish accent coming through despite having lived in Scotland for the majority of Moray's life, he looked at his watch again for the 20th time.<br><br>“Dad, I think I can catch a train.” She offered with a smile, they stood outside the train station, she wondered how many of the people were for the school and how many were just regular people. “Besides you have work.” She smiled as she grabbed her trunk, she had her dad glamour it so it looked like a regular muggle suitcase, she wondered why no one had thought of that before. “I will see you in at Christmas.” She pulled him in for a hug before turning towards the station heading inside.<br><br>She strode straight to the barrier, pushing through, her hand reaching out first, no matter what happened she was always worried that it would be closed and she'd go head first into it. Her dark brown hair was left to wave over her shoulder, she wore a pair of black shorts, a black sleeveless t-shirt with writing and a pair of heeled sneakers. <br><br>After giving her trunk/suitcase to the porters she headed onto the train making her way through seeing anyone she knew. After a few seconds, she found herself at the carriage door currently inhabited by the Warde cousins, she opened the door standing in the doorway. “Hey, Nate.” She smiled, “I see you brought Baby Warde with you.” She walked inside closing the door as she sat down on the seat next to Zacharias, making sure to sit a little too close, she just wanted to see how he reacted to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>18-03-2018, 02:17:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/4da65e831eb81c32c5fec37ce5b390d7/tumblr_p5q1o1oFOK1udff4qo1_400.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Valeriya "Vale" Sokolov<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Gothic Russian (https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=236712615)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: (dogwood, Augureys, 8 inches)<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Unknown/ 1st year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Sept 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:40<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Start- Kings Cross station. Move to – Platform 9 3/4<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> "Mama always said, find the biggest, baddest, kid on the playground and be their friend."<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Some music to get her in the mood. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LIw_R0OMYJs)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> NPC, Loveday, Aaric, and Dante<br><hr><br>Everything about Vale probably screamed muggle, she fit in the crowd of muggles in the station way more than when she arrived onto the platform. More than a few parents and other students looked at her. She could tell instantly the uppity pure-bloods since certain families sneered at her while most just seemed interested in who she was. Not many Russian's went to Hogwarts, after all the country had their own school. However, Vale wanted to get away from her family and the reputation they made for themselves which somehow made its way through the wizarding community and not just the muggle one. Her more Gothic appearance made the Russian rap/hip-hop that was pumping loudly in her headphones seem off. A small smirk graced her lips, she had made sure to pick her favorite outfit for her first appearance to the student's of Hogwarts. The corset pushed up her small bosom and made her actually have a nice amount of cleavage while the little white shirt under it gave her sleeves. Even the jeans made her look like she had decent hips and a cute bubble butt. <br><br>Going to where she can put up her luggage, she put away her two very large trunks and kept the smaller luggage with her. She had packed a bit too much, but she wanted to make sure she had everything as she didn't really want to talk to her family unless she had too. Once the luggage was away, she looked around, even leaning on the train slightly. Watching students, she quickly started to mark power to the faces as she would learn names later. For now, she needed to see who was the "biggest kid on the playground". Staying by the train, she mostly watched as the students interacted with each other. There was at least three that seemed close in an odd way, this only caused her to raise a brow and look somewhere else. Watching a girl that looked just out of place as she did, she offered a small nod when the two shared a brief glance. <br><br>Deciding she wouldn't know too much just watching, she would have to wait until Hogwarts until she really would know who the big dogs were. Moving her headphones slightly, she made it where she could hear out of one ear as she boarded. Throwing on the robe part of the school uniform, she realized she probably looked a little odd. However, she just didn't care that much as she would wait as long as possible before changing to robes. Looking through some of the compartments, most were either filled with student's already, or had at least one or two students in them. A small annoyed sigh puffed between her lips. A girl slightly bumped past her going to a compartment with two males in it. An annoyed pissy look came to her face; "Excuse you," she said in her slowly developing accent.<br><br>Giving up, she went to the compartment to her left which has a guy just kind of standing in front of the door. After a moment, just as she was about to say something, he moved into it and sat down. Peering inside, her eyes rested on two males. The one standing in the doorway seemed to introduce himself to the other. Maybe the guy was a first year like her. Opening the door, she let herself in and sat down before really bothering to look at the two. Her almost clear blue eyes flickered between the two. "I'm&nbsp; Valeriya "Vale" Sokolov, I'm first year at Hogwarts. The other compartments were kind of full, so if it's cool, I'm going to chill here," her accent was still a little thick and even though they didn't really answer, she already put her small luggage above her and was relaxing in the seat near the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>King Serperior</strong> on <strong>18-03-2018, 03:03:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/d/d4/Hogwarts_Character_Dante.jpg/597px-Hogwarts_Character_Dante.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Dante Fairchild (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14000815#msg14000815)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Standard robes of decent quality and make, neither high nor low end.<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Chestnut, Thunderbird Feather Core, 13 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: 1st Year; House TBD<br><strong>Date</strong>: Sept. 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:40 AM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform Nine and Three Quarters, boarding train<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Meeting new folk~<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aaric Balor (Untamed), Addy Ogden (Jag), &amp; Vale Sokolov (Wicked); Open<br><hr><br>Dante had just barely settled down on one of the seats, setting Felix's cage beside him, when the door opened and revealed a rather tall and intense-looking guy.&nbsp; He'd be handsome in many circles of girls, though he certainly wasn't his sister's type, even if she didn't seem to not really like guys.&nbsp; Still, at first glance, he seemed to be a decent enough guy.&nbsp; Though, who could ever tell?&nbsp; He'd heard the stories from aunts and uncles of how normal-looking witches and wizards could deceive and then wipe out dozens with a well-placed spell.&nbsp; It was such paranoia that caused one of Dante's relatives to withdraw from the world and act like the Dark Lord was going to crawl out from under the nearest shadow and take over the world again.<br><br>Then, with a distinct accent, he walked into the compartment and sat down, introducing himself as Aaric Balor.&nbsp; Well, there wasn't any harm in at least taking his hand, "Balor....Balor....&nbsp; I think I walked by a place in Diagon Alley run by some Balors, though I can't ever recall eating there."<br><br>Dante smiled and shook the guy's hand, "Name's Dante Fairchild.&nbsp; I suppose you wouldn't recognize me since this is my first year.&nbsp; Kind of eager to see for myself if the stories my brothers spoke of are true or not.&nbsp; Like some mysterious room one of them found that was full broken quidditch things, like beater bats and busted bludgers.&nbsp; Never did find that place again though, neither did my other brothers."<br><br>About that time, a girl dragging in a trunk appeared at the door.&nbsp; She excused herself and spoke with a somewhat strange accent before the trunk rattled and caused her to sit on it, backtracking to say that she'd stay here.&nbsp; Dante raised an eyebrow, but said nothing other than, "Ah, well, I suppose you can stay....&nbsp; Er...I'm Dante Fairchild and you are?"<br><br>Then, in what was looking to be a revolving door on the cabin, yet another girl came in and sat down, barely looking at anyone.&nbsp; She proceeded to put her things away and take a seat by the door before speaking and introducing herself as a 'Valeriya "Vale" Sokolov.'&nbsp; She spoke in a distinct accent that Dante couldn't quite place, however, as the time was ticking closer and closer to when the train would leave, he couldn't really say no at this point.&nbsp; The noise levels outside steadily grew as more and more people boarded the train.<br><br>"Sure, it's not like we don't have the room in here, I suppose.&nbsp; Name's Dante Fairchild.&nbsp; I'm also here for my first year at Hogwarts."&nbsp; He smiled and looked around at the strange group who had gathered in the room....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>18-03-2018, 03:03:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Grace_Gryff_5.png)</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/2016/02/InTheFrow-LFW1-Amber-Rose-Photography-34.jpg) - changing into dress robes during ride<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>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning (prior to 11)<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform 9¾ | Hogwarts Express<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Come on ride the train! And ride it! <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> The Middle - Zedd, Marrin Morris, Grey (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lNPN4tLlgxQ)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open | Corey<br><hr><br>Explaining magic to a muggle was a trying task in and of itself, but when that person was Grace’s mother, well, things became that much more complex. The woman wanted nothing to do with magic, though the reason why was unknown to Grace. Whenever the topic was brought up, it was immediately switched by none other than her mother. Possibly it had to do with her father, but since Grace barely knew the man, she couldn’t be sure of that. <br><br>Going into her second year at Hogwarts, Grace had learned her lesson the hard way about bringing her mother along to the Platform to say goodbye. Last year she had made that mistake. Back then, her mother had tried to convince her not to go, to attend a proper school near home and to stay with her, at their home - just as it had been for the entirety of her life. <br><br>Though it had been a difficult - if impossible - thing to explain away, Grace managed to pry herself from her mother last year, just in time to not miss the Hogwarts Express. Which may have been her mother’s plan all along. To a degree, she could understand. Without Grace, her mother was entirely alone. The only company she would keep was her grandmother, who was just as flabbergasted, if not more so, about magic. <br><br>Saying her farewells over breakfast that morning, Grace managed to leave the house and travel to London on her own. It was an hour and a half before she arrived, thankfully early enough that she hadn’t missed the train. During her last few moments with her phone, she decided to get her fill, checking through endless streams of social media and falling down several rabbit holes of YouTube videos. <br><br>Then, she shot Corey a text message, telling him to save her a seat if he had managed to get into a compartment before her, and promising to do the same if she beat him there. It wasn’t long before she arrived at the platform, giving herself a bit of a running start as she passed through platforms 9 and 10. It still left her in awe, though it was not her first time transitioning from the mundane, muggle world, to the lively, wizarding one. <br><br>After toting her effects to the proper place, she stepped onto the train and discarded her phone, which had already completely lost service. As she stuffed her phone away into her purse, Grace noticed a piece of candy she had stowed away and immediately grinned, pulling it out. She debated about waiting for Corey to share it with him, but after glancing around and not spotting him right away, she decided she had waited long enough, unwrapped the wrapping and took a bite. <br><br>“Corey!?” She called out, oblivious to the others around her who had jumped at her sudden outburst. “Corey, where are you?!” She continued to holler, walking along the halls and checking through compartments for any sign of him, wiping her mouth as she went, sure that some chocolate was staining the sides of her lips as she devoured that Snickers bar in hand. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>18-03-2018, 03:25:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/1/1d/Iainmcgregor1.jpg/399px-Iainmcgregor1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Iain McGregor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14003054#msg14003054)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> A simple t-shirt and a pair of jeans (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/46/be/1a/46be1a786406e29f3ffd33c673188427--sexy-men-hot-men.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 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:30 AM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Train compartment<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Rosalyn Lamoureux, Wardes are mentioned, &amp; open for others to join<br><hr><br>Iain watched as Rosalyn perked up with a smile. She was bonnie when she smiled – beautiful eyes and a warmth around her. His arrival into the compartment even got a little bit of a movement from the feline Jacque. He listened as Rosalyn announced her surprise – a marriage contract to someone she had never met. From her tone and the fading smile on her face, she didn’t seem excited for the arrangement.<br><br>The Scotsman didn’t quite understand the concept of an arranged marriage. Well…technically he understood the concept, but not as something that occurred often in the UK or France for that matter. It was left to more agrarian societies in developing communities. Sadly, it also often was against the bride’s (typically young) wishes. The McGregors didn’t practice arranged marriages – there might be some attempts at matchmaking, but it was always someone’s free choice.<br><br>Iain wasn’t quite sure what he would have done in an arranged marriage. What if his parents chose the wrong person? A woman? A man? So many different problems seemed to arise. Looking at Rosalyn’s distress upset him. Did the fiancé feel the same way? Iain assumed it wasn’t easy for either the betrothed bride or the groom.<br><br>“Oh…” Iain didn’t exactly know what to say. “I’m sorry. You’ve got a lot of friends here that will help you out if ya need.” <br><br>Iain honed in on the name Rosalyn offered. “Warde…Warde. Isn’t there a Warde in Slytherin? Maybe they’re related? Brothers? I didn’t really know him all that well…um…Nathaniel? Is that it, Nathaniel?”<br><br>Iain didn’t know much about Nathaniel, but what he did know wasn’t all that great. He had the Slytherin characteristics down pat – something of an antithesis to Rosalyn’s demeanor. “Is there anything I can do to help ya? Want me to find this new lad?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>18-03-2018, 03:50:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/c0/bc/39/c0bc39a3df476bff5859875b7587c039.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Rosalyn Lamoureux<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Seafoam dreams (https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=236675142[/URL)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 10 Inch/Alder/Unicorn hair- Slightly flexible <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, year 3<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 1st, <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:30 AM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform Nine and Three Quarters, on the train <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Happy to be returning to Hogwarts, but feeling anxious about other things.<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Rosalyn's theme- La Vie En Rose (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NK9zdPj-oslink)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Iain McGregor, Open.<br>Mentioning: Zacharias Warde<br><hr><br><br><strong>{Iain}</strong> “Oh…” Iain didn’t exactly know what to say. “I’m sorry. You’ve got a lot of friends here that will help you out if ya need.”<br><br>“I know, but... I have a responsibility to take care of the Lamoureux legacy and... for my father, I intend to honor that responsibility...” Rosalyn replied “Even if I really don't want to...”<br><br><strong>{Iain}</strong> “Warde…Warde. Isn’t there a Warde in Slytherin? Maybe they’re related? Brothers? I didn’t really know him all that well…um…Nathaniel? Is that it, Nathaniel?”<br><br>Rosalyn pursed her lips softly in thoughts “No... his name is Zacharias, but I really don't know if he has any brothers or such. Mother didn't really divulge a whole lot of information, she just told me I'd have plenty of time during my school years to properly get to know my future husband. Maybe this Nathaniel you know might be his brother or maybe a cousin perhaps...”<br><br><strong>{Iain}</strong> “Is there anything I can do to help ya? Want me to find this new lad?” <br><br>Rosalyn took her bottom lip between her teeth and lightly nibbled for a moment or two as she considered this question “I don't want to seem like a stalker or anything, but... I don't want to come off as trying to hide from him either... maybe just a quick greeting?”<br><br>She scooped Jacque into her arms and then stood up, placing the confused cat onto the seat, his long ginger tail swished back and forth as he stared at her with an annoyed expression... to which Rosalyn chuckled “I'll be back shortly, Jacque. You guard the box for us while we're gone, be good and don't get into any mischief”<br><br>The redhead turned to her Scottish friend then “You ready to begin our search? I hope he won't be upset that I wanted to meet him and say hello... I have no idea how exactly he might be taking this on his end...”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>18-03-2018, 04:18:04</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> A simple t-shirt and a pair of jeans (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/46/be/1a/46be1a786406e29f3ffd33c673188427--sexy-men-hot-men.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 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:30 AM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Train compartment<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Rosalyn Lamoureux, Nathaniel Warde, Zacharias Warde, Moray Morrigan<br><hr><br>Iain smiled at Rosalyn’s boldness. “My lady, he is lucky to be your betrothed. I canna think this is stalkin’. You have every right to meet this…Zacharias Warde. And I’ll be there with ya…just in case.” Iain looked back at the cat. “Keep the seats warm, Jacque, we won’t be long a’tall.” <br><br>The searching was going nowhere fairly quickly. Students were still piling into the train and once someone ducked into a compartment, they didn’t have any information about who inhabited the other compartments. It was a door by door search. Most students were friendly, and Rosalyn and Iain were able to see a number of their fellow Gryffindors and friends from other Houses. <br><br>After several compartment searches, they perhaps found gold. A second year Slytherin pointed to the wall. The Wardes were in the next compartment. It was true that Nathaniel and Zacharias were related – cousins in fact. Iain didn’t say much, it didn’t necessarily bode well for Rosalyn. Nathaniel was a bit of a troublemaker and not someone with which the heiress to Comte Lamoureux would associate. Now she didn’t have much choice.<br><br>Iain looked at Rosalyn, gave her a stiff smile and a nod of the head. “You want ta leave at any time, you just let me know. Just a quick meet an’ greet. Keep the heid.” He pointed to his temple and used a Scottish saying to stay cool.<br><br>The third year Gryffindor opened the door to the compartment and was met with three – two Slytherin and an unknown face…likely this Zacharias. “Well, we seem to have joined a Slytherin reunion. Moray…” Iain nodded to Moray Morrigan. “Lookin’ as innocent as ever.” Iain gave a playful wink. <br><br>“Nathaniel…I’m surprised they let ya out of Azkaban.” Without pausing he continued, “and this handsome devil…ya must be the one and only Zacharias. Now I won’t hold it against ya that you’re related to ‘im.” Iain joked. <br><br>Iain stepped to the side and revealed Rosalyn. “I’m pleased to be introducin’ the heiress to Comte Lamoureux, Rosalyn.” He smiled brightly to provide whatever encouragement he could to his housemate and friend.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>18-03-2018, 04:54:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/c0/bc/39/c0bc39a3df476bff5859875b7587c039.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Rosalyn Lamoureux<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Seafoam dreams (https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=236675142[/URL)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 10 Inch/Alder/Unicorn hair- Slightly flexible <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, year 3<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 1st, <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:30 AM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform Nine and Three Quarters, on the train <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Feeling absolutely downright bashful... where is the nearest rock to hide under?!<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Rosalyn's theme- La Vie En Rose (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NK9zdPj-oslink)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Iain McGregor, Moray Morrigan, Nathaniel Warde and Zacharias Warde, Open.<br>Mentioning: N/A<br><hr><br><br><strong>{Iain}</strong> “Well, we seem to have joined a Slytherin reunion. Moray…” Iain nodded to Moray Morrigan. “Lookin’ as innocent as ever.” <br><br>The first person that Rosalyn was honest delighted to see was her best friend, Moray Morrigan, she gave the brunette a warm 'hello' kind of smile, then directed her attention to two men Iain had proceeded to introduce to her.<br><br><strong>{Iain}</strong> “Nathaniel…I’m surprised they let ya out of Azkaban.” Without pausing he continued, “and this handsome devil…ya must be the one and only Zacharias. Now I won’t hold it against ya that you’re related to ‘im.” <br><br>Rosalyn's jade green gaze immediately slid curiously over to the younger male her family wanted her to marry and her face was instantly graced by a delicate light pink blush... he was very handsome, but... looks didn't make someone a good person, what kind of man was he really?<br><br><strong>{Iain}</strong> “I’m pleased to be introducin’ the heiress to Comte Lamoureux, Rosalyn.” <br><br>Rosalyn's eyes went wide with alarm as she looked over at Iain, her blush had darkened to a rosy hue, she was absolutely embarrassed at the entirely too formal introduction... her eyes slid back to the occupants of the compartment, not at all sure how to follow that up except to softly chuckle “Iain... you are too much sometimes... really...”<br><br>She decided it might help her to talk to someone more familiar to her first “Moray, it's so good to see you, I've missed you over the Summer”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>18-03-2018, 06:43:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/28/Eikichi_Characters_53-3.png)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bc/Eikichi_Characters_52-6.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nathaniel Warde (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14002044#msg14002044) // Zacharias Warde (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14002048#msg14002048)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Nathan's Outfit (https://contestimg.wish.com/api/webimage/5810936eec16772134f9707e-4-large.jpg) // Zach's Outfit (https://gloimg.samcdn.com/S/201308/source-img/1377727281484-P-1060601.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood // Pureblood<br><strong>Wands</strong>: Laurel, Dragon, 14 inches, Fairly Flexible (Nathaniel) // Rowan, Basilisk Skin, 11 inches, Unyielding, Family Heirloom. (Zacharias)<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 4<sup>rth</sup> year. // Unsorted 1<sup>st</sup> year.<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday. September 1st ,2017.<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:45am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Express Carriage<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Business discussion interrupted. Nathaniel 'greets' the newcomers. Zacharias meets his 'fiance.' <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Pyromania (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EsdXPPp8dNk)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Moray Morrigan // Iain McGregor // Rosalyn Lamoureux<br><hr><br><em>"Shut it. Besides. If we’d gone to Hogwarts by any <strong>other</strong> means it would have meant certain other people could end up hearing us. It’s much better, for both of us to be in this carriage to discuss our business opportunity."</em> Nathaniel gave a slightly twisted smile as he retrieved a folded piece of paper from his coat pocket, unfolding and unraveling the paper. In his hand before fishing in the other pocket for his wand. Nathan flicked the 14 inch length of slender silver and deep brown to the front of the folded paper before muttering under his breath. <em>"Aparecium."</em> Once he spoke the spell across the front of the parchment, the revealing charm working across the paper revealing the list of items written across it from top to bottom. While Nathaniel waited for Zacharias to skim over the list of content he leaned back, wand still in hand, as he muttered under his breath. <em>"Familiarize yourself with that list. That’ll be your inventory. I tend to sell only to those in my year, and only Slytherin. So once you’ve been accepted into Slytherin you can help me decide who to and not to sell to among the new blood. Plus there’s a good profit in it for you.."</em><br><br>Zacharias rolled his eyes at the last bit his cousin mentioned, both of them being well aware that neither of them really needed it. Nathaniel was doing this mostly for leverage he could use against others later, not that Zacharias could really fault him for it. Still some of the item should be rather useful for other things. While Zacharias was mulling it over and casting another glance across the list Nathaniel kept muttering to him. <em>"You should memorize it before the sorting ceremony. Then burn it, no need for anyone else to get a pe—"</em> Before he had a chance to finish the door to their carriage opened and with a quick flick of his wand the scribbled note son the parchment vanished and Nathaniel dropped his wand between him and the carriage wall, putting it quickly out of view before he had a chance to see who it was that was interrupting them.<br><br>A more sensible friend might not have minded the fact that Moray was cutting in, but Nathaniel was hardly sensible when it came to his business being interrupted. Instead he had a rather cross look on his face as Moray walked into the carriage, closed the door, and took a seat next to his cousin. Nathaniel shifted, retrieving his and pocketing it without another word. Since he had a general idea to Moray’s nature he’d avoided telling her about his little enterprise, though the temptation to sell to her was definitely there. Still, better safe than sorry. Zacharias pocked the folded piece of parchment into his coat, before casting a rather withering glance at Nathaniel who noticed his cousins concern before waving it off. <em>"She’s fine. Pure-blood."</em> As if that was all that needed to be said the two cousins didn’t say anything else, either about her in terms of question or explanation. The only thing they’d said was enough where Zacharias wouldn’t be visibly tense around her. Instead, now that she was pressing close he didn’t really mind or care that much. Most of the previous concern disregarded, so instead he was relaxed even with the relative stranger pressed close to him. <em>"<strong>’Baby Warde’</strong> would prefer it if you called him by his name."</em><br><br>The slight condescension to her little quip aside, he didn’t make any other comments about her proximity or anything else. Instead the cousins were rather tense since they’d almost been caught red-handed by Nathaniel’s apparent friend. It also presented a bit of problem for them both since Zacharias couldn’t peruse the inventory list. Still, they had a long journey ahead of them, plenty of time to regard it later. <em>"Surprised to see you on the express, I thought you had another way to Hogwarts Moray?"</em> Even though Nathaniel was making some form of conversation with her with that still rather cross look was plastered on his face. While he was cross with her for interrupting, Nathaniel did consider Moray in some sort of elevated regard. Not that he really had a choice in that matter, as far as he was concerned Moray was his so it was only polite to try and make conversation.<br><br>Before they’d really get a chance to delve into any conversation he of course noticed the two new wanders into their carriage. While Nathaniel really didn’t care what Moray might have guessed he was up to with his cousin, it was probably better that the other two didn’t notice the earlier exchange between Nathaniel and Zacharias. Especially when they were members of Gryffindor. <em>"Look at the pure-blood lion that crawled its way out of the mud."</em> Nathaniel practically sneered the words out to the pair, rather disregarding the introduction Iain had given Rosalyn. While Nathaniel was busy sneering at the pair, Zacharias was slightly quicker at the realization of who the two lions were. Gryffindors of course, but Iain little introduction told him who the dashing red-head that was blushing was. His apparent fiancé. While she wasn’t addressing him directly, Zacharias did give her the once over, and then another once over. In all honesty if it wasn’t for the fact that the marriage had been pre-arranged he probably wouldn’t have minded having such a lovely blushing bride. But, he really didn’t like being told what to do.<br><br>Nathaniel of course finally dawned on the realization of who the blushing red-head was. A rather half-amused smirk easing across his lips. <em> "So you’re the Lamoureux brat?"</em> Nathaniel partially rose up from his seat, brazenly making his way toward the red-head as his eyes gave her a rather <strong>indelicate</strong> once over before whistling towards Zacharias. <em>"Looks like you were right. I should have tried to behave more if it meant I’d have such a shy little blushing bride."</em><br><br><em>"So she is, whose fault is it that they decided to ass their way through the last few years? You would have rebelled anyway, gorgeous fiancé or not."</em> Zacharias half muttered under his breath. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>18-03-2018, 07:17:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/0UeudkA.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Moray Morrigan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999176#msg13999176)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Clothes</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/PqYVcR2.jpg)</div></div></div><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood,<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 15 inch Beech, Kelpie hair core, rigid. There is a slight twist to the wand and one single groove curved along the wand. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 1st ,2017,<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:45am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Start – outside, end – in a carriage.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Nothing too angsty<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Nate, Zach 'Baby Warde' Warde, Iain and Roslyn<br><hr><br>Moray loathed to admit that she had taken anything from her mother, but she had the uncanny ability to sense when something was up, and red flags were flying all over these two. She said nothing for now taking her seat next to the younger cousin, testing his resolve and to see how Nate reacted. “Baby Warde doesn't have a house yet, once you've been sorted then I'll call you your name.” She smiled as she flicked his tie before looking at Nate giving him a sly wink. “Perhaps”<br><br>She sat back in her seat making sure her bare leg was resting against Zach's clothed one as she answered Nathaniel. “I could floo to Hogsmeade and walk to the school but where's the fun in that, besides there isn't much of summer left and I want everyone to see my legs before it's too late.” She grinned, noting the angry look on Nate's face, taking it as jealousy rather than anything else.<br><br>Moray looked at the door seeing Iain and Rosalyn enter the room, she tilted her head slightly, though she was glad to see her best friend she was a little confused why Iain was with her, they were the same house but there no love lost between Gryfinndor and Slytherin. Hearing Iain's comment about her looking innocent she smirked. “I am always innocent I don't know what you've heard about me, it's entirely false.” She raised an eyebrow as her eyes darted towards Nate, she had hoped their little late night study sessions were private between the two of them.<br><br>Iain carried on throwing barbs to Nate and Nate back to Iain. “Gentlemen, we have a duty to be civil to one another whilst in public.” She had her cross face on even though she was more than happy to listen to them curse each other.<br><br>She scowled as Nate referred to Roslyn as 'the Lamoureux brat', for that she was definitely not going to be his late night distraction, for at least a few weeks. Standing up once he did approaching her friend, she stopped when she heard reference to a blushing bride. Confusion crossed her face. “Wait, what?” She asked, looking at her friend. “I know I skipped a few parties this season but I didn't think I'd missed that much. Are you arranged to marry Baby Warde here?” She blinked shaking her head.<br><br>Marriage never really sat well with Moray, her parents had a terrible one she never really considered herself, and by extension, anyone she knew and cared about as old enough to marry. She turned heading to her bag she pulled out what the muggles would use as a lunch box and producing a carton of coffee ice cream, she moved to a seat this time next to Nate and opened the container up. “Shit, what else did I miss?” She asked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>18-03-2018, 07:19:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://stuffpoint.com/supernatural/image/249118-supernatural-felicia-day-charlie-bradbury.jpg)(http://www.withanaccent.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/Supernatural-S04-Ep18-Katherine-Boecher-as-Lilith.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Elenore Ryn //&nbsp; Morgaine Dale<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> (Both) Jeans, t-shirts, jackets, sneakers and carry on bags and engagement rings. <br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn // Muggleborn<br><strong>Wands</strong>: Rowan with a Fairy Wing Core, 11.5 Inches Long, Simple in Design with a Leather Sheath at the Base and is Gently Flexible with a Rounded Tip (Elenore) // Elm with a Unicorn Hair Core, 11.5 Inches Long, Giving and Curved Base (Morgaine)<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: TBD, 1st // TBD, 1st<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday. September 1st ,2017.<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:45am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Kings Cross Station – Platform Nine and Three-Quarters Boarding Hogwarts Express<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Couple coming to go to school, romance and general content.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> OPEN, Xerxes, Darcy<br><br>"Come on we need to get you to school, your going to be a legendary witch you need to get to work.," Elenore said dragging Morgaine playfully bouncing and holding her fiancé with both hands. Behind them Elenore's parents and Morgaine's uncle in his Royal Army uniform with the rank of Warrant Officer (nco rank). The men moving the couples luggage that being well their job and are smiling at the women eager to go.<br><br>Morgaine looked less pleasant but then pulled Elenore to her for a kiss first to stop the dragging and two because she wanted to and she was the shorter of the couple followed by a smile as they broke the kiss. "There that calmed you down.," Moragine said although she was excited to get going. And they were running late.<br><br>"Okay we need to board, wish we had more time, but well we don't I'll take good care of your niece and I mean very good care and see she stays out of trouble and works hard. And I'll write. Good-bye mom, dad.," she huggd her mom then dad and was ready to go.<br><br>"Well I would say fancy things but its not my way, you turned my life around, and I just want to make you proud your the only member of the family to give a fuck about me and gave me so much, and want to be something, mostly to make you proud.," she hugged her uncle in the military uniform.<br><br>They smiled and taking each others hands got onto the train looking for a compartment and pokes their head into one with two open seats where Xerxes and Darcy are with Elenore speaking the red head being her perky self ,"Anyone in those seats if not might if we take them, I'm Elenore this is my fiancé Morgaine we are first years and well would like to sit in the same cabin?"<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>18-03-2018, 07:23:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/c0/bc/39/c0bc39a3df476bff5859875b7587c039.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Rosalyn Lamoureux<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Seafoam dreams (https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=236675142[/URL)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 10 Inch/Alder/Unicorn hair- Slightly flexible <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, year 3<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 1st, <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:30 AM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform Nine and Three Quarters, on the train <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Feeling absolutely downright bashful... where is the nearest rock to hide under?!<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Rosalyn's theme- La Vie En Rose (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NK9zdPj-oslink)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Iain McGregor, Moray Morrigan, Nathaniel Warde and Zacharias Warde, Open.<br>Mentioning: N/A<br><hr><br><br><strong>{Nathaniel}</strong> "Look at the pure-blood lion that crawled its way out of the mud”<br><br>Rosalyn looked over at the older male and had to fight the powerful urge to roll her eyes in disgust... there were not words to describe how grateful she was that this clearly unpleasant fellow was not the Warde she was contracted to wed.<br><br><strong>{Nathaniel}</strong> "So you’re the Lamoureux brat?"<br><br>“Brat?” Rosalyn echoed with one elegantly shaped brow lifting in a 'are you serious, right now?' kind of way “I am Rosalyn Lamoureux... but a brat? Well... I suppose it depends upon the situation and whom I might have the displeasure of dealing with”<br><br>The subject of her disgust rose from the seat and made his way over towards where she and Iain stood, she did not appreciate at all the highly inappropriate way he looked her body up and down... she almost regretted the semi-form fitting dress she'd chosen this morning...<br><br>The scoundrel proceed to make himself look even words as he looked over at Zacharias with an approving sort of whistle... a light frown touched Rosalyn's pretty face... this man clearly took a great deal of patience to spend a significant amount time around... Zacharias obviously had the patience of a saint if he hadn't already strangled his obnoxious cousin by now...<br><br><strong>{Nathaniel}</strong> “Looks like you were right. I should have tried to behave more if it meant I’d have such a shy little blushing bride."<br><br>Rosalyn chuckled in great amusement at that statement, her laughter reaching up into her jade green gaze “Oh Nathaniel, dear... if you were the one my family wanted me to marry... I'd be checking into the nearest convent, post haste”<br><br><strong>{Zacharias}</strong> "So she is, whose fault is it that they decided to ass their way through the last few years? You would have rebelled anyway, gorgeous fiancé or not."&nbsp;<br><br>Rosalyn completely disregarded that Nathaniel was even in the compartment at this point and walked around him to approach Zacharius and Moray “When you have the time, Zacharius, I think it would be wise for us to sit down and talk... considering, well... you know, everything. I assume you're as shocked about all of this as I am”<br><br><strong>{Moray}</strong> “Wait, what?” She asked, looking at her friend. “I know I skipped a few parties this season but I didn't think I'd missed that much. Are you arranged to marry Baby Warde here?” She blinked shaking her head “Shit, what else did I miss?”<br><br>She slid a look over to her brunette friend "I'll tell you all about it later, we're due for some girl time anyway. It's been way too long"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>18-03-2018, 08:08:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/76/AaricSlyth1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Aaric Balor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998428#msg13998428)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Slytherin Student Uniform<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 10&nbsp; 1/4 Inches | Ebony Wood |Thestral Tail Hair| Quite Flexible<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin/ Year 3<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, Setember 1st 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:40 AM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Boarding the train<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversation<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Just a General Vibe for Aaric (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jSAjNWypykQ)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dante, Open<br><hr><br><br>A moment passed as the stranger seemed to recognize the name Balor. He recalled a restaurant in Diagon Alley, which was quite the curious little fact and the mention of it caused his eyes to light up just a little as regarded the young man. More than likely he'd heard the name through gossip then. Not surprising in the least, there was plenty worth gossiping about when it came to the Balors. They threw lavish parties where everyone within their little marriage alliances were invited, they shunned members of their family for bastard half-bloods, and of course were a pure-blood family of almost exclusive Slytherins in the time after the fall of the dark lord. Added with the previous fact, there were <em>all</em> kinds of rumors about the Balor family. <br><br>"Must not 'ave," he said withdrawing his hand and leaning back into his seat. Raising his arms up to rest on the top of the seats and crossing his right leg over his left as he did so. "If ya did, then you'd know, that shop is run by a couple o'Ogden's," he said, the smirk not leaving his face as he trained his eyes on Dante's own. "Course one o'em is my father's sister, maybe ya heard about it through some gossip?" He suggested with a light shrug of his shoulders. <br><br>It was then revealed that the stranger was Dante Fairchild and he was a first year on his way to the castle. Him being in Diagon Alley wasn't a very shocking ordeal. Most London based wizards were. If he'd heard of the Balors and didn't know Ogden's ran the resturant than it meant he knew someone who knew families floating around West Europe. Likely Aaric reasoned it meant he wasn't a pure-blood. <br><br>"First year eh? Been lookin' forward ta takin' yer first step as a wizard long?" He asked. The question of course had dual meaning. In reality Aaric was working to guage whether or not he had grown up within the magical community or had been sheltered. Usually Muggle-borns were the ones that waited until they were seventeen to discover they were wizards. Though there were some Half-bloods who also were kept in the dark. <em>Aaric didn't understand why a witch or wizard would lie to their kid for seventeen years, but it happened.</em> Regardless, the question was a bit more of a set up, good for follow up questions beyond that.<br><br>Though any follow up questions would have to wait, as it was then a second party came into their little space. Stumbling around and seemingly lost. Which Aaric imagined had more to do with nerves, it'd be a very impressive feat to be lost on a train. She didn't wast much time putting her luggage up, though as she moved she nearly fell into him. Aaric would place his arms down and shift in his seat as to give her more space before settling back in a more comfortable position.<br><br>She had quite the appearance to stand out, wearing what appeared to be half a school uniform, though it didn't quite match up right. Still Aaric was pretty sure it was some kind of school uniform. Long raven hair, all the way down her back, and pale skin that caused her red lipstick to especially stand out. Her appearance reminded him something the muggles had, he knew because his pour cousin had been confused with it when he had encountered some muggles......The name eluded him. What was really surprising was her voice, it wasn't any accent he commonly heard, but he was pretty positive it was American. <br><br>"Don' see that every day, don' Americans fancy keepin' to themselves?" He asked raising an eyebrow with a smirk. "I'm fine with ya stickin' around, name's Aaric Balor." He said offering his hand to her.<br><br>It seemed Aaric's previous assessment that it'd be less crowded was entirely false as more students continued to push their way in. When the second girl entered she had quite the striking appearance as well. Jet black hair save for red highlights, <em>or maybe extensions</em> placed up in pigtails. She was decked mostly in black, save for some roses on her shirt and a red choker. To Aaric it reminded him a great deal of the American girl, except more glamorous. For a second time he tried to look for the word that he knew muggles used, but it escaped him. <br><br>Just as surprising as the American being American, when this new girl spoke you could detect a very obvious Russian accent. That was just as bizarre as the American girl. Both those countries had their own schools, and Aaric was fairly confident the mentality of both countries were pretty die hard, patriotic. Yet not only did both of them find their way to Hogwarts, they both found their way to the same compartment. What were the odds? <br><br>"Aaric Balor, this'll be m'fourth year at Hogwarts." He said introducing himself for the fourth time and offering his hand again. "So what brings the two o'you ta Hogwarts?" He asked glancing around the compartment at the newly arrived students.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>18-03-2018, 16:09:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/6/68/Xerxestaylor1.jpg/394px-Xerxestaylor1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Xerxes Taylor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999400#msg13999400)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> What’s in the pic<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggle born<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Walnut with Veela hair core, 10 inches, pliable<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: TBD, 1st year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:30 AM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform 9 and ¾ - onto the train<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Darcy Fredricksen, Elenore Ryn &amp; Morgaine Dale<br><hr><br>Xerxes seemed to have been pulled into some kind of soap opera style good-bye between Darcy and her parents. Before he could even answer he question about his year, she was back at her parents saying some interesting parting words.<br><br>“Um…no problem.” Xerxes said, reaching behind his head to scratch. “I’m…um…Xerxes…Xerxes Taylor. First year too.” The two were stuck in the corridor of the carriage as students found their way onto the train and into the available compartments. His mind counted each student that passed him, and he marveled at the mechanism that was the express train. If he had more time he would love to study the combination of magic and mechanics that made it all come to life. <br><br>“Maybe we should grab a seat before they fill up.” Xerxes offered, bringing himself back to reality. Honestly he wasn’t sure how many students would be on the train. There might be enough spots <br><br>Xerxes popped into the first free compartment, lifting his suitcase up to the rack. He helped Darcy with her suitcase and then sat down on the seat, looking out the window. <br><br>“You, uh, excited to start at Hogwarts?” Xerxes asked and answered Darcy’s earlier question. Xerxes was still learning about the wizarding world. Much of what he learned was from his elderly neighbor and from books he was able to obtain from a library on Diagon Alley.<br><br>Before Darcy had the opportunity to answer, the compartment door opened and a red-head popped her head in, introducing herself as Elenore and her fiancé Morgaine.<br><br>“Sure, there’s room.” Xerxes said happily. “I’m, uh, Xerxes…and…and this is Darcy. First years.” Xerxes added. It wasn’t off to a bad start at this point – meeting three new first years like himself. Who knows where they’d be sorted in the ceremony, but your House didn’t mean you wouldn’t interact with others. It was one class of first years who lived in assigned spaces. Not so different from a college dorm or boarding school. <br><br>Xerxes stood up and helped Elenore and Morgaine with their cases, putting them in the racks above. “You…you all excited about starting Hogwarts?” He asked.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>18-03-2018, 16:42:43</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> A simple t-shirt and a pair of jeans (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/46/be/1a/46be1a786406e29f3ffd33c673188427--sexy-men-hot-men.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 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:30 AM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Train compartment<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Rosalyn Lamoureux, Nathaniel Warde, Zacharias Warde, Moray Morrigan<br><hr><br>Impressed with Rosalyn’s courage to stand up to an older and fork tongued Slytherin, Iain broke a smile. He watched as she fluidly stepped around Nathanial to speak with Zacharias and Moray. Knowing she was talking, Iain spoke more to Nathaniel, “Ack, Rosalyn, pay this scrote <em>(scrotum)</em> no mind. He’s no a viper – more o’ a grass snake. As kids we bashed ‘em against the rock and fed ‘em to the badgers.”<br><br>“We just came ta call upon Rosalyn’s fiancé and no’ the gutter trash Warde.” Iain nodded to Zacharias and then to Nathaniel. <br><br>“Looks like you’re gonna be callin’ junior here ‘my lord’.” Iain’s smile cracked even larger. Nathaniel didn’t hold an aristocratic title even with this family’s established and prominent place in the wizarding world. While those things meant little to Iain, the thought of Nathaniel inferior to his younger relative was quite humorous.<br><br>The old families of the wizarding world liked to trace their histories back to great wizards or witches or even better…one with a title. Iain’s own family traced its ancestry to King Gregory the Great, Giric mac Dúngail, – king of Alba who conquered England and Ireland in the 9th Century. Racial lines perpetuated based on land and affluence so that generation after generation pure bloodlines were ‘preserved.’ This practice had all but vanished in the modern day with more and more integration of Muggle born and half born integrated into the wizarding world. <br><br>Iain felt it was for the better. Pureblood shite like the Wardes existed. On the same token, he’d known mixed blood families that were honorable. It all came down to breeding and the Warde breeding contained a foul stench that Nathaniel would never shake off.<br><br>The arranged marriage between the Warde and Lamoureux lines was a bit of a coups for the Wardes. It would introduce a level of aristocracy currently absent. Iain figured it would just give them some other thing to gloat about to non-purebloods. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>18-03-2018, 17:08:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://stuffpoint.com/supernatural/image/249118-supernatural-felicia-day-charlie-bradbury.jpg)(http://www.withanaccent.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/Supernatural-S04-Ep18-Katherine-Boecher-as-Lilith.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Elenore Ryn //&nbsp; Morgaine Dale<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> (Both) Jeans, t-shirts, jackets, sneakers and carry on bags and engagement rings. <br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn // Muggleborn<br><strong>Wands</strong>: Rowan with a Fairy Wing Core, 11.5 Inches Long, Simple in Design with a Leather Sheath at the Base and is Gently Flexible with a Rounded Tip (Elenore) // Elm with a Unicorn Hair Core, 11.5 Inches Long, Giving and Curved Base (Morgaine)<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: TBD, 1st // TBD, 1st<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday. September 1st ,2017.<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:30 am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Express Cabin<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Couple coming to go to school, romance and chatting.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> OPEN, Xerxes, Darcy<br><br>Morgaine answered this time ,"Oh yes I am eager to get to learning magic I plan to be a witch of legend with powers rivaling the mightiest magical practitioners of all time at least in my own imagination, more likely will be just influential and networked into the magical community. I want to leave the Muggle world behind as far as I can but this one just wants to be a massage therapy expert and work in the Muggle world." Mentioning her fiancé who smiles.<br><br>"Honey you know I can find more options for work in the Muggle world there are billions of Muggles and how many magical folk several million. Plus I like it and can maybe make money at Hogwarts giving massages and earn magical world money and I can do the service in both worlds. And during summers I can take courses and improve my skills in the profession. But magic is a talent I should try to develop well its just not important to me career wise. But wasn't the witch who killed LeStrange in the Battle of Hogwarts a homemaker and well she was able to take down the most dangerous witch in the Dark Lord's forces and his right hand?," Elenore said relaxed she is proud of her career and its a good one.<br><br>"So I assume your both excited, but as I see it this is a free education save for supplies and it will let me forge my talents so that's good and she can work and excel in whatever she decides to do, I'll support her in her plans since mine are modest but I think that's why we are well matched.," Elenore said as she kissed her fiancés hand after.<br><br>"Do you both have any careers your considering when done your magical education?," Morgaine asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>18-03-2018, 17:10:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d2/Corey_Gryff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14005990#msg14005990)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This compromise, until he has to change (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/8d/af/6d/8daf6d4b1dbce2b3b00d860792b900bb.jpg)<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>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform 9¾ &amp; Hogwarts Express<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Train Ride!<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> OPEN - Grace<br><hr><br>Corey was not as 'lucky' as a lot of other students boarding the train that day, in the regard that his parents did not simply drop him off and skedaddle.&nbsp; Nope, despite this being his second year, and all 'old hat' as he called it, his burly father and slim but intense mother were determined to see him on the train and off to school once more.<br><br>"I still can't believe that is what you picked to wear, and for the the first day of school nonetheless! Corey's mother complained for at least the fourth time that morning, her tone only growing more despondant as she saw some of the rich, pureblood folks in their showy get-ups.<br><br>"It has a jacket, Ma.&nbsp; Besides, the train will barely be out of the station, and we'll be all dressed alike in robes and such anyway.&nbsp; Best to be comfortable while I still can."&nbsp; Corey replied, his tone that of a long suffering teenager, forced to explain the most basic things in life to his clueless parents, which in his mind, he was.&nbsp; &nbsp;Of course, no sooner than that tone left his mouth than his Father was clapping him on the back of the head.&nbsp; "Watch yer tone.&nbsp; Don't want to talk to yer mother like that before you leave, do ya?"<br><br>His Father was right of course, and soon enough is was all hugs, tears (his mother), brutal slaps on the back (his father), and a usual mixture of admonishments to stay out of trouble this year (blithely ignored) and well-wishes.&nbsp; Promising his parents that his grades would be MUCH better this year, Corey finally left them with one more hug each, before climbing on the train and looking for a compartment open on the FAR side.&nbsp; He could get a little sentimental at times, and watching his Ma looking all teary as she left the platform might make him misty.&nbsp; &nbsp;Besides, he had a different female in mind, pretty much from the moment that he woke that morning.<br><br>Ever since she had texted him earlier, Corey had wondered what Grace had been up to all summer, and deep down in a little place he rarely let see the light of day, he wondered if this year would be different.&nbsp; &nbsp;A housemate of his, and in the same year, Grace and Corey spent a lot of time together, doing schoolwork and goofing off.&nbsp; Of course, for all the time that they spent in each others company, Corey knew without a shadow of a doubt, that he was a clear resident in the dreaded <strong><em>Friendzone</em></strong>.&nbsp; Hell, with the luck he had since coming to Hoggies, he might just be the Mayor.&nbsp; Moving quickly down the aisle, Corey decided to find an empty compartment first, since he had zero idea what Grace's hair color would be, and it made her tough to find at times.<br><br>Managing to snag an empty compartment, Corey had barely managed to settle in with his things and had just cracked open a can of coke (it would be a long while before he got another taste of that Muggle deliciousness), when he heard a very familiar voice shouting from a few compartments down.&nbsp; Standing up, Corey stepped out to lean against the window across the aisle from his compartment, his smile wide at his first sight of Grace in months.&nbsp; <em>Purple.&nbsp; I should have guessed.</em> He thought, although he kept that bit to himself.&nbsp; "Subtle as ever I see, Gracie." He called out once she noted him standing there, his London accent thick after running around the city for months.&nbsp; "You know you've got chocolate on your face, right?"&nbsp; He added, the hand not holding the coke twitching at his side in temptation to wipe said treat off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>18-03-2018, 18:53:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/T8tZBDV.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Darcy Fredricksen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14003815#msg14003815)<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> The Nun Dress (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d0/7d/de/d07dde3b75dc39ee3a1face67146dd5c.jpg) for now!<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> (Pureblood, Halfblood, or Muggleborn)<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 16inch Hazel, Dragon Heart string, swishy<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: First year, no house as of yet!<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 1st ,2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10.40am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Inside a carriage<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Teen stuff<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Xerxes, Elenore and Morgain<br><br><hr><br>Darcy was relieved when Xerxes didn't seem to mind her pulling him onto the train. She smiled as he introduced himself, “Are you name after Xerxes the Great of the Achaemenid dynasty of Persia?” She asked as they found an empty carriage to sit in, she helped Xerxes put both their cases up, her bag safe by her side until she could change out of the habit she was wearing.<br><br>Once sitting down he asked if she was excited to start Hogwarts, she nodded as the door opened as Elenore and Morgaine entered the carriage. “They are free.” She smiled motioning to the seats, nodded as Xerxes introduced her. “Nice to meet you.” She offered, her voice turning slightly formal, her clipped accent more apparent. <br><br>Darcy listened to the two girls as they spoke about their aspirations, she nodded. “Having muggle skills is always beneficial, I'd wager being able to code isn't too high a priority for the Wizarding world, unless they figure out how to combine magic and technology. According to my brother Freddy, all they had when he was at school was a gramophone and an old radio. I doubt they've gotten any more technological than the mid 30's.” She smiled her hand still burned to take pictures on her phone, but she had to keep everything quiet.<br><br>“Careers? Goodness.” She smiled, “We haven't even started school and you're hurrying up to graduation.” She laughed softly, “I suppose I want to the Minister of Magic.” She offered, it wasn't entirely true, her father wanted her to run the world, she wasn't entirely sure what she wanted.<br><br>She knew that in many ways Hogwarts would be the same as the school she went to; King Edward VI High school for Girls, was a renown private school, the difference was she could talk about her time at KEHS but not about Hogwarts to her muggle friends.<br><br>“Which house do you expect to be put into?” She asked all three, she truly had no idea for herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>18-03-2018, 20:28:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/ba/Topher_Sly_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Topher Dubois<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Designer black wizard apparel! (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6b/92/91/6b9291094b4364150005423d4991e59d.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Red Oak, Basilisk Skin, 12 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 6th year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Sept. 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:30 a.m.<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform Nine and Three Quarters -&gt; train -&gt; cabin on train<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Smack talk. SO MUCH SMACK TALK. <del>Topher why won't you behave</del><br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Girl Fight - Brooke Valentine (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOAj4zAUZNE). ...look, I know Topher's a guy, but this song still feels right. &lt;_&lt;<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Loveday Marley (RedPhoenix), Silas Cork&nbsp; (Jag), OPEN<br><hr>Topher started laughing. "With that ridiculous accent of yours? You're like...Queen Chav of Chavland, Champion of Chavvy Chavs." His brain sort of had to catch up to something she'd said though, and it left him sputtering in absolute awkward anger. <em>Yer man? The fuck does she think Silas is mine for?</em> he thought, absolutely gobsmacked by the insult. It was sort of like trying to claim someone owned a cloud or something. Sure, the cloud existed, and you could like it, and you could see it, but it was going to dissipate and disappear pretty soon once it was done...doing whtaever clouds did.<br><br>The 6th year Slytherin didn't say so, but...the whole interaction was making him happy instead of furious. He'd actually missed this. Much as he hated Loveday and lovehated Silas, this was home. Yes, he loved his own family and all, but Hogwarts was a special place for a reason. At home, he was the bottom man on the totem pole, but here? He could get into fights,prove his worth, learn, make friends--everything. And there was something comforting about returning to an old rivlary, something that fit like an old warm glove.<br><br>Topher got pulled out of the argument by something rather plain, but it was a thought. He blinked, looked for Silas's stuff, and said, "My summer? Fabulous. Partied all the time, helped my brother at his place, got a new broom. Where in the devil is your trunk at? Even Lovey remembered to bring her stuff here, and she's got the brains of a troll. Did you leave it somewhere?"<br><br>Topher couldn't help but grin and said, "What, am I such a good friend that you just had to run straight for me? I'm complimented, Cork, really I am."<br><br>But when Silas asked for a cigarette, Topher said flatly, "You two are disgusting for that habit, you know. It's going to kill you. I absolutely bet that if the nurse from the hospital wing catches you, you'll both get lectured and probably get those hexed out of your hands." Topher couldn't think of a single person who had ever worked in a medical field, magic or no, that was down with smoking. Topher had a lot of faults himself, but surprisingly, smoking wasn't one of them.<br><br><em>Drinking</em> on the other hand...well. That wasn't the topic, and he was glad of it. His currently messy hair stood as a tribute to his drinking and his joy he could Apparate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>18-03-2018, 22:20:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/28/Eikichi_Characters_53-3.png)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bc/Eikichi_Characters_52-6.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nathaniel Warde (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14002044#msg14002044) // Zacharias Warde (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14002048#msg14002048)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Nathan's Outfit (https://contestimg.wish.com/api/webimage/5810936eec16772134f9707e-4-large.jpg) // Zach's Outfit (https://gloimg.samcdn.com/S/201308/source-img/1377727281484-P-1060601.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood // Pureblood<br><strong>Wands</strong>: Laurel, Dragon, 14 inches, Fairly Flexible (Nathaniel) // Rowan, Basilisk Skin, 11 inches, Unyielding, Family Heirloom. (Zacharias)<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 4<sup>rth</sup> year. // Unsorted 1<sup>st</sup> year.<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday. September 1st ,2017.<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:45am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Express Carriage<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Business discussion interrupted. Nathaniel 'greets' the newcomers. Zacharias meets his 'fiance.' <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Pyromania (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EsdXPPp8dNk)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Moray Morrigan // Iain McGregor // Rosalyn Lamoureux // Loveday Marley (Mentioned)<br><hr><br>Nathaniel practically scoffed at Iain’s comment, unable to help the smirk that worked itself across his lips at the irony of that comment. While some ‘Purebloods’ might be concerned with such silly things such as titles as far as the Warde family was concerned putting such emphasis on ‘Muggle’ titles was almost as bad as being a blood traitor. Of course he wouldn’t say <em>that</em> out loud. There weren’t many things that would earn someone disdain but blood purity was certainly looked down upon, for reasons Nathaniel and Zacharias couldn’t really understand. Still, that didn’t keep Nathaniel from smiling rather smugly at the younger Gryffindor while casting a rather derisive look over him. <em>"Careful Iain. You’re muggle sympathy is showing."</em> Regardless of the fact Moray or Rosalyn were in the room, neither of the Warde cared to hide their disdain. To the point that Nathan’s little quip was enough to bring a smirk to Zacharias’ lips as he stood up. While Zacharias stood up, naturally putting some distance between himself and Moray, he made his way over to the carriage door to get a better look at the ‘blushing bride’ his parents had arranged for him.<br><br>Nathaniel of course noticed the little stare that that Moray had given him, but he shrugged it off. While he didn’t particularly care about anyone finding out about their late night study sessions, and their activities, he also didn’t really see a reason to advertise it. Plus, for some odd reason, Moray seemed to want it kept private so he was kind enough to give her that conciliation. He did like to spoil what was his, after all. Though, at the little statement that Rosalyn made toward Nathaniel, there was a slightly bitterer smirk on his lips as he glanced over her. <em>"Well, <span class="bbc_u">heiress</span>, considering the filthy company you keep a covenant would probably have been for the best. Otherwise I might have ended up breaki-"</em> Before Nathaniel had a chance to finish that particularly nasty response of his, Zacharias arm tugged at his shoulder, pulling him back from both the ‘Gryffindors’ while rolling his eyes at just how easily Nathaniel managed to get set-off. It seemed that that nasty little trait of his hadn’t had time to wind down over these last few years.<br><br><em>"Cool it. It’s not worth it anyway."</em> Zacharias kept his hand on Nathaniel’s shoulder, slightly pressing him back as he stepped in between his hot-head of a cousin and the two who’d come to bother them. Well, one who’d come to bother them. The other was technically his bride so he supposed he couldn’t hold anything against her. Even if they were going to end up in different houses, which was a bit of a shame, getting a chance to actually look at her there was an almost devilish glint in Zacharias eyes. He might not be as brazen, or vocal, about his sexual nature. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate something <em>fine</em> that was in front of him. Besides, he had a thing for red-heads. <em>"Miss Rosalyn. While I agree that we need time to talk. This might not be the most.. appropriate time or local for us to have that conversation. At the very least, not until we’re in a more private setting."</em> While still holding back his cousin, who actually let out a slight snort, before slinking into the seat beside Moray. All while muttering something about being grateful that he hadn’t ended up married to such a <em>brat.</em> After which Nathaniel lazily draped his hand over Moray’s shoulder, that rather possessive nature of his making him want to be a bit closer to her.<br><br>Not that Zacharias was paying much attention to his cousin at this point, otherwise he would have made a mental note of his possessiveness towards Moray for future use. Since the cousins business had been disturbed there was no chance of returning to it while the rest were still crowded around. Besides, Zacharias wanted to scope out the rest of the first years, anyway. He hadn’t been planning to stick around with his cousin anyway until they reached the end of the expresses journey. So it was probably better for the two Warde’s to part ways for now. Zacharias wouldn’t have to bother retrieving his things, anyway. <em>"So I’ll leave it up to you, would you like to take a walk now and talk. Or would you prefer to talk after the sorting ceremony. Either way, I’m happy to accommodate you."</em><br><br>After seeing Zacharias playing nice with his ‘fiancé’ Nathaniel decided to turn his undivided attention to Moray. Since he had absolutely no reason to spend any mind, or waste his time, on the other Gryffindor that had invaded their carriage. Neither of the two of them were new students but Nathaniel really didn’t pay much attention to the younger years, especially those who weren’t Slytherin. It was only the loud, nosy, and big-mouthed young-un’s like Iain whose names he’d learned mostly because they were a nuisance. Instead while Zacharias chatted to Rosalyn, who also ignored Iain, Nathaniel leaned into Moray’s ear and muttered. <em>"Loveday stormed past earlier on the warpath. Who was dumb enough to piss her off?"</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>19-03-2018, 00:08:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/c0/bc/39/c0bc39a3df476bff5859875b7587c039.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Rosalyn Lamoureux<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Seafoam dreams (https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=236675142[/URL)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 10 Inch/Alder/Unicorn hair- Slightly flexible <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, year 3<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 1st, <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:45 AM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform Nine and Three Quarters, on the train <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Getting acquainted with ones fiance...<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Rosalyn's theme- La Vie En Rose (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NK9zdPj-oslink)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Iain McGregor, Moray Morrigan, Nathaniel Warde and Zacharias Warde, Open.<br>Mentioning: N/A<br><hr><br><strong>{Zacharias}</strong> "Cool it. It’s not worth it anyway."<br><br>By this point, Rosalyn wasn't paying Nathaniel any mind whatsoever, she'd communicated her disdain for his unwarranted attitude towards her and that was that, anything more would have just been stupid and petty, she would would stupid and petty safely and securely in Nathaniel's hands.<br><br>She would admit an admiration though for the way Zacharias handled him, he immediately struck her as being the sort that would only tolerate so much of his cousin's nonsense for so long before he'd put him in his proper place, remind him what manners are. Very nice indeed.<br><br><strong>{Zacharias}</strong> "Miss Rosalyn. While I agree that we need time to talk. This might not be the most.. appropriate time or local for us to have that conversation. At the very least, not until we’re in a more private setting."<br><br>“I agree, my intentions were primarily just to meet you and exchange a brief greeting before we'd have a legitimate opportunity to talk” Rosalyn replied “Iain here, was kind enough to offer to accompany me as you and I have never met before, being a good friend as he is... and please, just Rosalyn... or Rose if you like... you know, given the circumstances...”<br><br>Rosalyn slid Iain an appreciative smile, she suspected that if Iain's preferences had run more towards the female gender, she might tried to pursue such a sweet kind hearted man, but <acronym title="such is life">C'est la vie</acronym>, and that was okay. She got one heck of a great, loyal and trustworthy friend out of the deal, so no sweat. <br><br>She probably trusted Iain and Moray more than she did anyone else in Hogwarts.<br><br><strong>{Zacharias}</strong> "So I’ll leave it up to you, would you like to take a walk now and talk. Or would you prefer to talk after the sorting ceremony. Either way, I’m happy to accommodate you." <br><br>Sensing the mood in the air presently, Rosalyn was getting a bit of drift that Zacharias was searching for a legitimate excuse to get out of the compartment for a little while... she supposed getting at least a small chat in now would be beneficial to them both.<br><br>Rosalyn looked over at Iain “If you wouldn't mind looking in on Jacque for me, I would be grateful, you know how he hates being left by himself for too long. He might figure out a way to open the compartment door and come looking for me if I know that frisky feline as well as I certainly do... I'm just going to walk for a little while with Zacharias... just a small chat before we arrive at Hogwarts, you needn't worry about me”<br><br>She reached up to gently stroke her knuckles across Iain's cheek as a loving sister might do with her beloved older brother to reassure him, she turned then to Zacharias “Well, shall we?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>19-03-2018, 00:23:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/0UeudkA.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Moray Morrigan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999176#msg13999176)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Clothes</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/PqYVcR2.jpg)</div></div></div><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood,<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 15 inch Beech, Kelpie hair core, rigid. There is a slight twist to the wand and one single groove curved along the wand. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 1st ,2017,<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:45am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> In the carriage with the fun group of people!<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Nothing too angsty<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Nate, Baby Warde, Rose and Iain - Mentioning Loveday, Topher and Captain Morgan (Silas)<br><hr><br>Moray sat back on the seat practically ignoring the people as she opened up her emergency ice cream before the train had even started. Roselyn said they needed some girl time, they really did. “You never mentioned any of this in your letters.” She pouted, her friend knew her opinion on arranged marriages so no doubt she wanted her to tell her in person. <br><br>She sighed as Nate moved beside her draping his arm over her shoulder, she looked over at him. “I know there's a reason why we are the default bad guys in the housing system but do you have to be so mean to my friend?” She shook her head looking up at him with a slight pout. She moved leaned against his side taking another bite of the ice cream.<br><br>Nate leant closer whispering about Loveday, she shook her head. “Loveday is always on a warpath, I find it's a rare day that she isn't on some kind of rampage. As for who?” She frowned as she thought, she scooped up some ice cream offering Nate a bite. “I imagine it's probably Topher. He was sat with Silas in a carriage as I walked past, I have no idea why by Silas is dressed as a pirate."<br><br>She jumped as she suddenly remembered something her hand grabbing Nate's thigh rather high up his leg. “Oh, I had to tell you this you'd get a kick out of it, the last Pureblood party I was dragged to some old guy propositioned me. When I say old I mean like old, super creepy and kind of a letch, if Uncle Lyle hadn't saved me...” She shivered slightly, “Where were you? I thought you were going to entertain me a few times at those ghastly things, I could have used your protection.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>19-03-2018, 07:13:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bc/Eikichi_Characters_52-6.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Zacharias Warde (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14002048#msg14002048)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Zach's Outfit (https://gloimg.samcdn.com/S/201308/source-img/1377727281484-P-1060601.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood <br><strong>Wands</strong>: Rowan, Basilisk Skin, 11 inches, Unyielding, Family Heirloom. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Unsorted 1<sup>st</sup> year.<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday. September 1st ,2017.<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:45am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Express Carriage -&gt; Express Hallway <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Pyromania (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EsdXPPp8dNk)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Moray Morrigan (Mentioned) // Iain McGregor(Mentioned) // Rosalyn Lamoureux <br><hr><em>"We shall, Rosalyn."</em> Zacharias gave a slight smile, almost a smirk, as he extended his hand to her in a half-arc. He waited for her to pull her hang through his, before giving a glance back at the others inside the carriage before he stepped outside with her while lightly muttering under his breath. <em>"Someplace private would be best.."</em> Zacharias gave Rosalyn another glance as he took her arm in his and pulled her rather close, purposefully close, making sure that they were slightly pressed together as they walked down the halls of the express.&nbsp; While they walked Zacharias didn’t say much, instead spending most of his attention on the various carriages they passed as if he was looking for something in particular. The exact nature of which would come clear when he finally found it, an open and empty cart. Pushing open the cart door he stepped inside with her, if she followed him. Before closing the carriage door behind them and tugging his wand free of his coat pocket as he pointed the Rowan piece of wood, lined with silver engraving, towards the carriage door and muttered under his breath. <em>"Colloportus. "</em><br><br>The carriage doors, previously bearing no signs of being able to be locked or closed in any permanent fashion were now completely sealed shut. If Rosalyn decided to test what he’d done to the doors she’d find it quite literally felt like she was just tugging at a wall, as the previous sliding door was now basically immovable. Once the spell was done, Zacharias pocketed his wand back into his coat and then released her hand. Offering her a rather less than innocent smile he gestured for her to take a seat on either side of the carriage. Regardless of where exactly she decided to sit, Zacharias would of course take his own seat next to her. While the slightly polite, even gentlemanly thing, would have been to take a seat opposite of her so he wasn’t imposing himself on her. Zacharias wasn’t going to do that though, that would be far too boring and less fun. Besides, sitting beside her was a much more appropriate and intimate way for two betrothed to be seated. <br><br>So Zacharias took a seat beside her, purposefully pressing rather close to the red-head while gingerly looking over her now as he half-muttered under his breath to explain why he’d locked the carriage. <em>"Hope you don’t mind. I’d rather stop anyone else from bothering us."</em> While Zacharias spoke he reached up with his free hand to touch her cheek, dragging the length of his fingers underneath her chin and slightly tilting her head forward toward him. Not just so that she would look at him, but more importantly, so that he could turn her head toward him and get a proper look at the length of her. His eyes running over her blushing cheeks as he muttered under his breath. <em> "So what do you want to chat about, Rosalyn?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>19-03-2018, 07:13:53</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> Nathan's Outfit (https://contestimg.wish.com/api/webimage/5810936eec16772134f9707e-4-large.jpg) <br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wands</strong>: Laurel, Dragon, 14 inches, Fairly Flexible (Nathaniel) <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 4<sup>rth</sup> year. <br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday. September 1st ,2017.<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:45am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Express Carriage <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Spends some time with Moray, ignores Iain.<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Pyromania (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EsdXPPp8dNk)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Moray Morrigan // Iain McGregor // Rosalyn Lamoureux (Mention) // Loveday Marley (Mentioned)<br><hr><br>Nathaniel was done with his Zacharias and his fiancé; he was also done paying attention to the blood traitor who’d escorted Rosalyn here. Instead most, if not all, of his attention was solely on Moray. Even if she was being a bit stereotypical Moray by chiding him for his actions while eating and easing closer to him. She really was a hard one to read, but he did like that to an extent. <em> "I’m mean to everyone. You know that. The only person deserving of me not being mean is you and everyone else that’s <strong>mine.</strong>"</em> He gave her a rather cocky little smile. As he leaned in to brush his lips across her earlobe, even going so far as to give her earbud a light nip as this time he whispered into her ear. <em>"Besides. I wouldn’t be very fun if I was nice. In fact. You could certainly do with being more fun. You just need to learn to relax.. and stop giving two shits about what others thing."</em> Nathaniel gave a little look at her as she offered him the bite. A ‘you’re joking right’ look before shaking his head.<br><br>He only gave a withering glance at Zacharias and Rosalyn as they finally made their way out of the carriage. As for Iain, he didn’t really bother taking another glance at him. Whatever Iain decided to do didn’t really matter to him.<br><br><em>"That sounds about right. Serves him right for getting booted.. I hope he really pissed Loveday off."</em> Nathaniel gave a slight scoff, lightly tugging Moray closer while he did. His hand remained idly draped around Moray’s shoulder, idly dragging his fingertips across her shoulder tip and also occasionally across her side. His fingertip working across her form and gradually pulling her in closer to him while noticing the way her hand grasped at his thigh as he partially rolled his eyes. <em> "Honest, no offence. I couldn’t give a shit about attending. My parents made a big deal about it.. so that gave me all the reason I needed to ditch. But hey, I’m a little sorry you got pestered. Just a little bit."</em> He gave a little smirk before leaning in to give her cheek a kiss as he removed his hand from her shoulder. Instead he gave a little half-whistled under his breath, causing Eliza to shift from her perched position on the other seat. The black cat uncurled itself, working its way across the carriage cart and jumping across to the other seat before making its way, lazily, over to Nathaniel’s lap.<br><br>Nathaniel idly scratched Eliza’s back, giving Moray another little glance as his brow waggled at her slightly. <em>"So, miss me any?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>19-03-2018, 14:11:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Silas_Rav_1.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Silas Cork (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998460#msg13998460)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Silas might be a pirate...but without the gun and rum. (https://scontent-ort2-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/21728393_1466045260152811_4125076999215941572_n.jpg?oh=1f43d05bbc9b541c793af58b4cd34bc8&amp;oe=5B451ADC)<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>: Sept. 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:30am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform Nine and Three Quarters, Train Compartment<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Poking the dragon.<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Your Makeup Is Terrible, But I Love You Anyway (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oqGJ7I75aTE)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Topher Dubois (Blythe), Loveday Marley (RedPhoenix), -OPEN-<br><hr><br>Silas chuckled a little at the comment of his dick being starter for the Arrows and dipped in gold. Loveday played it off well, but he had a feeling she was more than just sore over their breakup. She wouldn't be coming at him as hard as she did if there wasn't more to it. There had to be more to it. Was she still harboring some kind of feelings over him or was her next ex in for just as much torment? Maybe she was just a psycho. <br><br>She submitted to giving him the cigarette and he smiled, keeping eye contact with her as she did it and took her cheap shot about him needing something to suck on, "They say practice makes perfect."<br><br>Leaning back in his seat, he let the cigarette hang between his lips as he listened to the two of them some more. Something about how she walked in on him about to get some 'practice' and Topher being the chav. Not that Silas would turn the other man down. He always got the feeling that Topher would be a little kinky in bed. Not that he imagined it would ever happen. <br><br>The conversation got turned back on him directly and he smiled, pulling the smoke from his lips, still unlit, to answer the question of his trunk, "I heard you calling my name and thought it was god. Your voice is just so heavenly, Bois. I abandoned my trunk and came running. I thought it was time to consumate our relationship," he knew how on edge it put Topher to mention sexual stuff that was directed at him specifically. <br><br>"And I don't smoke. I do a lot of things, but I don't smoke," he was poking the dragon, but he couldn't help himself, "Nasty habit. I put my body through enough without making it worse with these things..." twirling it around between his fingers, he locked eyes with Loveday again, "I just wanted to see if she would do what I said and give me one," he hadn't asked for it. He'd ordered her to give it to him and she had, "She just can't resist giving me what I want."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>19-03-2018, 19:40:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/0UeudkA.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Moray Morrigan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999176#msg13999176)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Clothes</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/PqYVcR2.jpg)</div></div></div><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood,<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 15 inch Beech, Kelpie hair core, rigid. There is a slight twist to the wand and one single groove curved along the wand. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 1st ,2017,<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:45am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> In the carriage with the fun group of people!<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Nothing too angsty<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Nate, thinking of Iain. Mentioning Loveday and Topher again<br><hr><br>Moray sighed at Nate as claimed her was mean to everyone and that she was his, she raised her eyebrow laughing softly at his comment, but there was that feeling creeping up over her. He claimed to possess her, he didn't really think that, did he? They had flirted for years but she had always made sure he was aware that she didn't want more than that.<br><br>She tried to relax as he nibbled on her ear, she laughed softly. “That is true, you can be fun when you're bad.” She rolled her eyes. “I don't give a shit what others think about me. I give a shit what I think about myself, and I do have fun.” She frowned as she watched Zach and Rose leaving the carriage, she looked at Iain wondering if he wanted to join them since he had been left. <br><br>“It's not hard to piss Loveday off, so whatever Topher might or might not have done she would still be pissed off at him.” She shook her head looking over at him as he pulled her closer to him, she felt his fingers running over her side. “So you wouldn't go to one of those parties for me? To protect me from old letches or even hot guys from Durmstrang with their fractured English and...overly friendly hands.” One side of her mouth curled into a smile as she ran her own fingers over his thigh in lazy circles. <br><br>He kissed her cheek before calling his cat over she smiled, Eliza was the only women in Nate's life that he cared about more than himself. “You know if you had propositioned me at the last party, I might have said yes.” She grinned knowing it was almost a sore point with him, for all they did she refused to have sex with him, she liked him but there was this fear in the back of her mind that she would end up in an unhappy relationship like her mother and screw everything up.<br><br>He asked if she missed him she smiled taking another bit of ice cream. “I did miss you this summer. I spent a lot of time in Scotland with Uncle Lyle. He was doing his usual art by day, parties by night. Did you miss me? What's your muggle count this summer?” She asked raising an eyebrow at him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>19-03-2018, 20:23:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ea/Loveday_Huffl_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Loveday Marley<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Open Hufflepuff Robe, Jean Shorts, Wedge Heels, White Tank Top, Visible Yellow Bra<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Poplar with Thunderbird Feather core, 12"<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff 6th Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Sept 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Train to Hogwarts<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Snappy Banter<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Blank Spaces (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e-ORhEE9VVg)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Topher Dubois (Blythe), Silas Cork (Jag)<br><hr><br>Loveday glared at Topher, every word out of his mouth pissing her off worst than the last, she leaned forward, holding her cigarette off to the side. "Call me a chav again and I'll rearrange your pretty face and you'll miss the reunion just like you miss every big game Posh Spice." She snarled at him, then leaned back and smoked angrily.<br><br>She huffed a little at the 'brains of a troll' comment. Did he knew she'd actually been at risk of a Troll in History of Magic for a bit there? No, he couldn't know that. Professor Brinn said he hadn't even told the Headmaster. He was just calling her stupid. So she wasn't as fancy book smart as his pretty ass. What'd that count for in the real world? Like a Dark Wizard would say 'oh well I was gonna crush yer soul but that O in Herbology really scares me' ha. <br><br>In response to his looking out for her health she simply took a deep drag and blew it at him again, charming the smoke as it left her mouth to wrap around his head and linger there, a trick she'd learned when she was much younger. In fact one of the first ways her magic had manifested. <br><br>But she really wasn't ready for Silas revealing that he knew she'd do what he wanted and made her give him a cigarette just to show that she would. She stared at him for a second, gobsmacked by his shittyness. For a moment the mighty Loveday looked like she was going to burst into tears. After a moment she remembered to breathe, then turned away from them, uncrossing her legs and recrossing them now away from Silas she pulled at her robe and hugged it to her as she sat back, looking rather more miserable than pissed off. "Prat." She muttered, fighting back the tears not to mention the growing urge to explode as she tried to compose herself.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>19-03-2018, 23:55:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/c0/bc/39/c0bc39a3df476bff5859875b7587c039.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Rosalyn Lamoureux<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Seafoam dreams (https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=236675142[/URL)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 10 Inch/Alder/Unicorn hair- Slightly flexible <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, year 3<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 1st, <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:45 AM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Aboard the Hogwarts Express<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Getting acquainted with ones fiance...<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Rosalyn's theme- La Vie En Rose (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NK9zdPj-oslink)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Zacharias Warde, closed.<br>Mentioning: N/A<br><hr><br><strong>{Zacharias}</strong> "We shall, Rosalyn."<br><br>Rosalyn glanced at his offered hand and took a discreet deep breath before she gingerly slipped her soft feminine hand into the larger masculine hand... it was best to gradually get herself used to intimacies with him like this, right? After all, it would be good thing if they were at least comfortable with each other before their school years were behind them... and Rosalyn would find herself staring up an aisle...<br><br>Question at the back of her mind was... would she be happy about it? Or would she be miserable?<br><br>These thoughts were quickly pushed to the back burner however as they stepped out of the compartment, where that hand holding hers pulled her in closer than might be considered appropriate at this stage of their... relationship? Did they have a relationship? She never considered before how an arranged marriage would work...<br><br>Did she want a relationship with Zacharius? Well, true enough that he'd be her husband in a few years, but then again, she didn't know the guy...<br><br>This crap was so confusing...<br><br>For now, she'd decided not to make a big deal out of anything, he wasn't pushing her against a wall and ravishing her or anything, so freaking out over this would just be prudish and petty.<br><br><strong>{Zacharias}</strong> "Someplace private would be best.."<br><br>“Um... I suppose so, but the compartments are bound to fill up quickly” Rosalyn murmured “There might be one or two completely empty ones available”<br><br>His body warm firm and trim as she walked with him down the hall of the express, pressed closely against his side, the search for an empty private space went on in silence, students that passed them by looked at the two of them... well their interlocked hands to be more specific... word was bound to spread around quickly at school that Rosalyn Lamoureux was suspected to be off the dating market...<br><br>She mildly considered asking Zacharias to get their engagement under wraps for awhile... it was one thing if people knew they were 'together'... but she wasn't sure if she wanted them to know right away that there was an arranged marriage contract involved...<br><br>It was kinda embarrassing...<br><br>Eventually Zacharius stopped at a compartment door and slid it open, it would seem fortune and luck was on their at the present moment as the first compartment they checked was vacant “What do you know? The first one we checked. Lucky”<br><br>Zacharius pulled her inside the compartment and then slid the door shut behind them, he use his free hand to withdraw his wand from his jacket pocket... rowan if she knew her wand wood, it had lovely silver engraving on it too. It was very nice, heirloom maybe? It looked like a custom made tool.<br>He pointed the wand then at the compartment door, which prompted a curious confused look from Rosalyn, what was he going to do to the store? <br><br><strong>{Zacharias}</strong> "Colloportus."<br><br>Once as the words left his lips, Rosalyn could feel the change in the door as it was magically sealed shut, she mildly felt a little uncomfortable about this... but he did say he wanted privacy, didn't he? Surely that's all this was...<br><br>He released her hand after returning his wand back to his pocket, then slid her rather suggestive smile that had her somewhat reconsidering her 'loosey goosey' view on the magic sealed compartment door... Zacharius didn't that because they were engaged that he just try to get into her knickers right away, did he? <br><br>No... no, surely not... that was absolutely ridiculous to even consider...<br><br>With this in mind, Rosalyn allowed Zacharius to guide her own to the seats... though he'd maneuvered her to sit beside him instead of across... rather closely at that...<br><br><em>'Get a grip, Rose'</em> she mentally scolded herself <em>'He's your fiance, not some random horny bloke. Just relax a little'</em><br><br><strong>{Zacharias}</strong> "Hope you don’t mind. I’d rather stop anyone else from bothering us."<br><br>“I don't mind” Rosalyn replied “We have important things to discuss anyway. Interruptions would rather annoying and inconvenient”<br><br>Her jade green eyes widened a little bit though in surprise when he reached up with one hand to touch the silken soft flesh of her cheek, those fingers slid down her creamy skin to drag delicately along the underside of her chin, moving her face softly more in the direction of his own... was he going to try and kiss her? Should she stop him if he did? Should she let him? It might help if she was to know or not if there was any kind of spark between them...<br><br><strong>{Zacharias}</strong> "So what do you want to chat about, Rosalyn?" <br><br>Rosalyn subtly cleared her throat to regain a little composure, but she made no move to swipe away the fingers gingerly caressing the underside of her chin “Well... I was curious about your own thoughts about the whole arrangement and... well, where we stand... you know, at school...”<br><br>She paused a moment to let him absorb what she'd said “I just thought it might be important to know that... like are we dating in a committed relationship? If people ask, do I tell them you're my boyfriend? And that... well that brings me to another thing, I was kind of thinking our engagement is no ones business but our own... then again, your cousin knows about it and so does everyone else in that compartment... your cousin doesn't have a huge mouth, does he?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>20-03-2018, 01:26:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/6/68/Xerxestaylor1.jpg/394px-Xerxestaylor1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Xerxes Taylor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999400#msg13999400)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> What’s in the pic<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggle born<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Walnut with Veela hair core, 10 inches, pliable<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: TBD, 1st year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:30 AM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform 9 and ¾ - onto the train<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Darcy Fredricksen, Elenore Ryn &amp; Morgaine Dale<br><hr><br>Xerxes watched as the three young witches chatted and asked questions. There was some electricity in the air as the first years considered their immediate and long-term futures. It seemed the Elenore and Morgaine had a future laid out in some detail. Xerxes hadn’t really thought about his future that much. Until a few months ago he assumed he’d go to university and after that no clue. The discovery of the wizarding world had thrown him and his family for a loop. <br><br>He didn’t even know what was allowed under the wizarding laws. Could he return to his home and now he would just have magic? Would Xerxes have to work within the wizarding world? It was all still confusing and exciting to him.<br><br>“I, uh, no…I don’t have any career plans right now.” Xerxes admitted after listening to Darcy’s idea of working for the Ministry of Magic. Xerxes had not considered working for the Ministry. None of the Departments seemed to fit with his interests other than perhaps the Department of Mysteries. He thought it would be pretty amazing contemplating how and why things happen…to conduct research on this phenomenon of magic.<br><br>“Which house will I be put in to?” Xerxes repeated Darcy’s question. “I’m not sure…maybe Ravenclaw. I hear they’re thinkers. But Hufflepuff reminds me of my mum and dad so that would work. I don’t think I’d be a good fit in Slytherin or Gryffindor. You?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>20-03-2018, 02:29:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://stuffpoint.com/supernatural/image/249118-supernatural-felicia-day-charlie-bradbury.jpg)(http://www.withanaccent.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/Supernatural-S04-Ep18-Katherine-Boecher-as-Lilith.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Elenore Ryn //&nbsp; Morgaine Dale<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> (Both) Jeans, t-shirts, jackets, sneakers and carry on bags and engagement rings. <br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn // Muggleborn<br><strong>Wands</strong>: Rowan with a Fairy Wing Core, 11.5 Inches Long, Simple in Design with a Leather Sheath at the Base and is Gently Flexible with a Rounded Tip (Elenore) // Elm with a Unicorn Hair Core, 11.5 Inches Long, Giving and Curved Base (Morgaine)<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: TBD, 1st // TBD, 1st<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday. September 1st ,2017.<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:30 am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Express Cabin<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Couple coming to go to school, romance and chatting.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> OPEN, Xerxes, Darcy<br><br>"Hufflepuff would fit me I would think most and well I'm unusual and not overly ambitious so would be hard to place in another House.," Elenore replied.<br><br>Then Morgaine spoke up thinking ,"Slytherin maybe I'm ambitious and have a desire to be someone in the magical community and want people to know it but I'm Muggleborn so who knows the only other House might be Ravenclaw but I'm not overly clever regarding puzzles and riddles." <br><br>"I was thinking maybe I can develop a new healing profession a Magical Holistic Practitioner combining some potions and spells to ease stress and lighten the heart and techniques used by Muggles, maybe even start a school someday if the Ministry of Magic will license it. I figure it would work well with other Healers proper to offer more options and complimentary techniques. Just thinking a bit about careers.," Elenore was musing more than anything else.<br><br>Morgaine them kissed her fiancé's hand and said ,"Its a good idea and see you might have some ambition after all and healing as a profession in any form can be a fine life of purpose to others and a new healing field of study could be something to make your mark on the world."<br><br>She added ,"Elenore is quite a woman, plans ahead and is very practical I'm not as focused yet I want to see what I'm good at. But why not ask the school healer about your thoughts and maybe offer massages to students and staff and villagers for perhaps four galleons each to hone your skills?"<br><br>Elenore said simply ,"I will, that's in muggle money about twenty one pounds sterling without a gratuity, fair."<br><br>She sat back and taking out a leather notebook wrote that down to remind herself.<br><br>"Okay wands who wants to share there wand first?," Morgaine asked.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>20-03-2018, 03:32:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Grace_Gryff_5.png)</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/2016/02/InTheFrow-LFW1-Amber-Rose-Photography-34.jpg) - changing into dress robes during ride<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>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning (prior to 11)<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform 9¾ | Hogwarts Express<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Come on ride the train! And ride it! <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> The Middle - Zedd, Marrin Morris, Grey (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lNPN4tLlgxQ)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open | Corey | Stephanie (NPC)<br><hr><br>In the time between Grace’s not so subtle way of finding Corey in a crowd, and him emerging from a compartment, another carriage door slid open to reveal a different, familiar face. “Grace?!” Stephanie shouted over the constant stream of chatter. The short blonde girl ran over and wrapped Grace up in a hug. “Stephanie!” Grace called out, even though there was no need to raise her voice with Stephanie directly in front of her. <br><br>“Are you looking for Corey? Aw, you two were practically attached at the hip last year, huh? I’m sure you’ve seen him over summer then, so you know how hot he got, right?” The blonde beamed up at Grace, like there was something a little more hidden behind her words. Grace gaped down at Stephanie, whose eyes were twinkling with mischief, presumably at the thought of how attractive Corey had gotten over summer break.<br><br>“Corey? <em>My </em>Corey?” Grace asked once her voice returned to her, gaping in disbelief. Stephanie nodded, beaming even brighter, as Corey came into view a few compartments down the hall. “See for yourself!” Stephanie practically sang, a spring in her step as she retreated back to her pod. <br><br>Venturing onward, Grace had to snake around a few people, but made her way to Corey, noticing instantly that he was taller and that his hair was longer. She was looking him over when he remarked about her antics, and just like that, things fell right back into their proper place again. “Haven’t you heard? Subtle is my middle name.” She promptly held up the Snickers bar as if to offer some for him, only for Corey to comment about her having some excess on her face.<br><br>“Have I? Where?” She asked, leaning her face closer to him. “Well? Get it off, then!” She prompted, then waited, until his finger would inevitably scrape the bit of chocolate off of her face. Before he had a chance to do anything with it, Grace grasped his wrist and stood up straight again. “Wait - we can’t let it go to waste.” With that, as if it was the perfect lead to foreshadow, she guided his hand to her mouth and licked the chocolate from his finger in one long swipe.<br><br>“Mm!” She grinned, releasing his wrist and stepping inside the compartment he had already occupied. “Nice choice!” She quickly remarked, not missing a beat. “Now that’s out of the way, I think you owe me something.” Spinning around to face him again, she waited for Corey to follow her inside, then wrapped him up in a tight hug, being mindful of his open drink and careful not to spill it over. <br><br>Plopping down onto a seat, she patted the spot beside her for Corey to join her there. “Let’s share.” Hoping he’d comply, she held out the Snickers for him to take, then extended her other arm toward the Coke, her expression taking on a puppy dog look as she silently pleaded with him. Then, as if she was certain that wouldn’t be enough to convince him, she added a little something extra. “Pleeeeeeeeeeease?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>20-03-2018, 05:03:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/7l5hsIl.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Adalheida "Addy" Ogden (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998458#msg13998458)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Channeling Wednesday Addams. (https://orig00.deviantart.net/4dee/f/2017/325/2/e/2ec705a99b20cf9aa013a69614e210ad-dbuf8n5.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Beech Wood, Rougarou Hair, 11.5'<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: 1st Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept. 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:45am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform Nine and Three Quarters, boarding train<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong><br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Pick up all the pieces and go back to the start. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Tt3Ev-6pAM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Dante Fairchild (KS), Aaric Balor (Untamed Skies), Valeriya Sokolov (Wicked Emi) -OPEN-<br><hr><br>Before Addy could introduce herself, another girl came in behind her and she scooted her trunk out of the way. Doing her best to make room without actually getting up off the box. It didn't rattle nearly as much so long as she sat on it. She liked Vale's outfit and it was nice to her someone else with an accent that seemed a little out of place. It meant she wasn't completely alone. She liked the other girl's outfit too. It reminded her a lot of stuff she used to see in the city back home.<br><br>One of the guys, who she now knew was named Dante, and the other girl both stated they were also first years. The older looking, rather handsome, guy introduced himself as a fourth year named Aaric. They all seemed rather put together. More than she felt she was. If she was, she would have done better at making sure she had enough time to get to the school and get what was in her trunk out before it started growing. Apparently she'd misjudged how long it would take. Maybe it was that No-Maj stuff she found at the store back home called Miracle-Gro. She hadn't expected it to actually work.<br><br>When offered Aaric's hand, she gave it a quick shake and a nod of her head. Everyone else had introduced herself and she supposed it was her turn, "Oh, uh...I'm Addy," it didn't cross her mind to offer up her full name. No one she ever met at school went straight into full names, "First year too, I guess," all summer, she'd debated refusing to come at all. It was pettiness that drove her to those thoughts, but even now, she had ideas about dropping out of it altogether. It wasn't like anyone could really force her to go to school, could they? Rational thought helped to calm her down though. She couldn't spend the rest of her life dancing around a fire pit with a bunch of pagans and letting what was apparently natural inside of her go to waste.<br><br>When asked why she was coming to Hogwarts, she connected it with his first question about Americans keeping to themselves, "Nothing really special. I was supposed to go to Ilvermorny, but Dad got a job transfer...so here I am. We moved here five weeks ago," not much time to get really acclimated while settling in and getting school supplies before boarding the train a few minutes ago. Addy tried her best not sound bitter about it. Even forcing a small smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>20-03-2018, 05:38:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/T8tZBDV.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Darcy Fredricksen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14003815#msg14003815)<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> The Nun Dress (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d0/7d/de/d07dde3b75dc39ee3a1face67146dd5c.jpg) for now!<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 16inch Hazel, Dragon Heart string, swishy<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: First year, no house as of yet!<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 1st ,2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10.40am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Inside a carriage<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Teen stuff<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Xerxes, Elenore and Morgaine<br><br><hr><br>Darcy smiled as she watched Xerxes, she got the feeling he was still processing him, he must have only found out when the letters were sent, she didn't know about the other two, they seemed to be very head sure about what they wanted. She reached behind pulling the hair tie from her hair letting it fall loose, as soon as the train started to move she'd change into something less pious.<br><br>She nodded at Xerxes reply as he spoke about his career plans, “I understand, I know what is expected of me but I don't know what I want.” She sighed, she hoped he wouldn't say anything to anyone about her little rebellion with her family.<br><br>She listened to Elenore and Morgaine as they talked about which houses they would be in she smiled, “Wouldn't it be hard on your relationship being in the same building but unable to be together outside of common areas?” She asked. “Assuming you are separated.” She offered sitting back, “Since no one said it I suppose I should be in Gryffindor.” She laughed softly. “Although it's really anyone guess, my brother Freddy was a Gryffindor and my sister Phillipa was a Ravenclaw, so it's entirely possible I could be a Hufflepuff.” She smiled with a small shrug. “We'll just see what the hat says.”<br><br>Darcy smiled at the two women, “It seems as if you two have it all planned out. I just hope that everything works out for you as you want.” She offered, she wasn't sure about being a healer with muggle techniques, but if it worked it worked.<br><br>Morgaine asked about wands Darcy's smile cracked slightly, “I have a wand, I like it, so far it seems to like me.” She smiled not saying anything more. She felt like her wand was personal to her, it chose her and she didn't really want to show it off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>20-03-2018, 07:49:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/ba/Topher_Sly_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Topher Dubois<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Designer black wizard apparel! (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6b/92/91/6b9291094b4364150005423d4991e59d.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Red Oak, Basilisk Skin, 12 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 6th year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Sept. 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:30 a.m.<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform Nine and Three Quarters -&gt; train -&gt; cabin on train<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Topher does not know how to deal with the dirty-talkin'<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> None, his mood has been stunned into silence!<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Loveday Marley (RedPhoenix), Silas Cork&nbsp; (Jag), Penny Burton (just mentioned)&nbsp; (Mellific), OPEN<br><hr><em>I heard you calling my name and thought it was god. Your voice is just so heavenly, Bois. I abandoned my trunk and came running. I thought it was time to consumate our relationship.</em><br><br>Silas's words echoed around somewhere in Topher's mind, and they managed to short-circuit his current ferocious temper with Loveday. Against his will, a blush worked it's way up from his neck to his cheeks. Topher was the sort of person that, when he blushed, he blushed prominently and brightly, his face going as beet-red as possible. He never really knew how to respond to sexual commentary or flirting. It was not his general area of expertise to flirt or be flirted with.<br><br>Which he'd learned once at a gala where he'd met Penny Burton, who'd hit on him. Topher remembered that party. He'd managed to dissuade her since she was too young for him anyways, but more importantly, he had completely and utterly failed to interact with her. He'd just stammered, turned red, and then attempted to change the subject in the Herculean effort of pretending it had not, in fact, happened. For her part, he had seen Penny was a good sport about it, but sometimes he wondered if she knew <em>why</em> he hadn't said yes other than age...and what that would mean if she ever told his family.<br><br>It was nice to know he'd learned absolutely nothing about how to handle flirting from Penny and went with the exact same tactic he'd done with her in regards to Silas now: Blush and pretend Silas was not, in fact, talking. <br><br>To Loveday, he attempted to actually hold a conversation, but he coughed a bit because of the cigarette. "Look, on a serious note, are you still doing as bad in History of Magic as I am? What do you think the chances are that we get a professor who doesn't bore us to tears like last year? Gods, if it's the same one..."<br><br>He groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>20-03-2018, 13:09:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d2/Corey_Gryff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14005990#msg14005990)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This compromise, until he has to change (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/8d/af/6d/8daf6d4b1dbce2b3b00d860792b900bb.jpg)<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>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform 9¾ &amp; Hogwarts Express<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Train Ride!<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> OPEN - Grace<br><hr>Seeing Grace once more, as great as it was, brought back that rush of conflicting emotions that Corey had managed an entire summer without.&nbsp; Or so he thought.&nbsp; As she bounded towards him, he noticed she had changed a little perhaps, and not simply her hair color.&nbsp; As self assured as ever, she had Corey smiling wider before he even thought of it, although if he had seen or heard her interaction from a moment ago, and more importantly her incredulous tone at the prospect of him being attractive in <em>that</em> way, he certainly would not have been smiling!<br><br>Luckily, Corey had no clue what had been said between the two girls, and instead was concentrating fully on simply seeing Grace again, especially after she told him to get that chocolate he had pointed out off of her face.&nbsp; Tempted briefly, his heart hammering wildly, to take her face into his hands and lick it off, Corey instead did the right thing and removed the tiny piece with his finger.&nbsp; Not that it stopped Grace of course!&nbsp; Always seemingly able to take things to the next level in a perfect natural way that would have had Corey stumbling all over himself, she was nothing but jokes and smiles as she reached out and <em>licked</em> his fingers.<br><br>Unable to keep from blushing at that, and if he thought his heart had been hammering before it was nothing compared to now, Corey simply stood stock still for a seconds while his mind stored THAT image, before he followed Grace into the compartment, wiping his hand on his jeans.&nbsp; “Ew!&nbsp; One minute into the year, and here you are, licking me….in public.”&nbsp; Corey responded, his tone too subtly hinting that licking him in private would have been just fine.&nbsp; Just closing the door behind them, Corey turned just in time to be swept into a hug by Grace, something sure not to help his heart rate settle.<br><br>The way Corey saw it, the thing with Grace was that unlike a LOT of girls at Hogwarts, even with the robes she didn’t dress so that there was always a lot of skin showing, or that you could see her curves, but then BAM, she’d do something like hug you, and there would be no doubt whatsoever that there was a woman’s body under there.&nbsp; As he returned the quick hug, Corey could feel his heart sinking low, despite how very nice it felt.&nbsp; If there was one thing he had come to recognize, it was the difference between a hug, and a “hug”.&nbsp; This was a ‘greeting a friend’ hug, and definitely nothing more.<br><br>Trying to put those thoughts away from his mind lest they show all over his face, Corey instead tried on a smile once more before plopping down in the spot that Grace had indicated.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not <em>exactly</em> sitting a little close, sometimes he couldn’t help himself, Corey reached out and swiped the Snickers bar from Grace’s hand even as he pressed the Coke can into her grip.&nbsp; &nbsp;Taking a rather large bite from the remaining candy bar, he felt he was going to need the boost, Corey flopped all the way back into his seat.&nbsp; “So, what were you up to all summer?” He asked around the bite he was chomping away at.&nbsp; “I see that you managed not to break anything, or you are a very fast healer…” Corey joked, Grace’s clumsiness being one of his favorite subjects.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>20-03-2018, 21:32:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Silas_Rav_1.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Silas Cork (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998460#msg13998460)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Silas might be a pirate...but without the gun and rum. (https://scontent-ort2-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/21728393_1466045260152811_4125076999215941572_n.jpg?oh=1f43d05bbc9b541c793af58b4cd34bc8&amp;oe=5B451ADC)<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>: Sept. 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:30am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform Nine and Three Quarters, Train Compartment<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Silas makes everyone uncomfortable<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Your Makeup Is Terrible, But I Love You Anyway (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oqGJ7I75aTE)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Topher Dubois (Blythe), Loveday Marley (RedPhoenix), -OPEN-<br><hr><br>It wasn't beyond him that he'd effictively shut down all previous conversations. He'd pissed off Loveday and he'd made Topher uncomfortable. This wasn't uncommon. He knew how to get to Loveday and Topher both. As much as he seemed to disregard other people's feelings, Silas was well aware of people's feelings. He just prefered to use them against people. It was why he didn't really have any friends. Topher and Moray were the closest he came to having friends, but even they were limited in what they got from him. He kept as much to himself as he possibly could. The few times he sat down and had a real talk with someone, all he talked about was how he wished he wasn't stuck helping his grandfather with the hotel. He never really went deeper than that. There was no point in it. There was nothing to be gained from close relationships. Better to use what he knew about people to make them glad he was out of their lives some day.<br><br>He saw the look on Loveday's face. She tried her best to hide it, but he noticed it. Mostly because it's what he was looking for. He wanted her to feel hurt. Eventually, he hoped she would realize what an ass he was and stop hounding him. One day, he'd say something cruel to her like with the cigarette and instead of getting hurt about it, she'd just roll her eyes and walk away. It wasn't his fault she was taking longer than the other ones to get it.<br><br>Just as he knew how his words would affect Loveday, he knew how they would affect Topher as well. He watched the other man's face go red and how his body tensed. It shut the other man down. At some point, Topher wouldn't put up with him anymore and refuse his company. There were only a handful of people left in his life to push away. Topher and Loveday were two of them.<br><br>Leaning back in his seat, deep down feeling terrible about the things he'd said purposely knowing what would happen, but outwardly keeping a careless appearance. Rudely, he flicked the cigarette across the compartment, letting it hit Loveday in the leg as Topher tried to start a new subject. Classes. Time for him to zone out. Silas had no interest in talking about classes. All he had to do was pass. What was the point in trying to do better than average? <br><br>When the Sorting Hat first announced that he was to be in Ravenclaw, he hadn't really known what that meant. It wasn't till talking to the older Ravenclaws that he realized he was supposed to be 'smart' in some way. That when it came down to the bare basics, people expected Ravenclaws to be intelligent. More than that, that they wanted to learn and were curious about seeking out knowledge in the world. It was very upsetting to some of his housemates when he seemed to lack all of those things. They didn't see him getting every answer on a test right and going back to purposely change just enough to give him a mark that was just barely passing. They didn't know that he wished he could leave the hotel and have a life of his own. All they saw was what he wanted them to see. A guy who only cared about getting his rocks off and would probably end up stocking shelves in a shop somewhere for the rest of his life. Silas was okay with that.<br><br>"If you all are gonna talk about school, I'm gonna go back to sleep," he groaned before leaning up against the window and closing his eyes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>21-03-2018, 00:42:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bc/Eikichi_Characters_52-6.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Zacharias Warde (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14002048#msg14002048)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Zach's Outfit (https://gloimg.samcdn.com/S/201308/source-img/1377727281484-P-1060601.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood <br><strong>Wands</strong>: Rowan, Basilisk Skin, 11 inches, Unyielding, Family Heirloom. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Unsorted 1<sup>st</sup> year.<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday. September 1st ,2017.<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:45am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Express - Locked Carriage <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Pyromania (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EsdXPPp8dNk)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Rosalyn Lamoureux - Closed<br><hr><br>A relationship with Rosalyn wasn’t exactly the first thing on Zacharias mind. In fact, just thinking about it was a bit of a headache. The first time he’d been told of the arranged marriage he’d been extremely dismissive of the idea of being shackled to anyone, especially when he was already enjoying a rather <em>healthy</em> sex-life. Just thinking over the few dozen flings he’d had over the last year was just fine by him, even if his blushing bride might have been a bit annoyed or even hurt to know that he’d basically slept around after learning of their engagement with no regard. Yet, at the same time, both of them hadn’t even met one another. The idea of being tied down to a single person, who he’d yet to meet or know, was a daunting reality that he was certainly fighting. It didn’t help, however, if either of them were public about the arranged marriage it would remove them both from the dating market.<br><br>Something that shouldn’t have been a concern for him, or her, since they were now arranged to be together but Zacharias still wasn’t entirely sure of whether or not that was the best outcome for either of them. Meeting her has certainly been more to his expectations than he’d imagined. After all, physically there were hardly any complaints that he could make. The only real issues for him were the fact that she was in Gryffindor, but that wouldn’t matter after each of them graduated, and that she seemed to have a rather kind and passive attitude. Then again, he couldn’t see anything outright wrong with that nature of hers. That hand of his remained tight against her chin, keeping her head turned toward him and looking directly at him. Though, he’d long since abandoned the notion of looking directly into her eyes. Rather, if she followed his gaze, she’d notice that he was looking anywhere other than her face. Inspecting those delicate feminine curves, her choice of dress, as he made his silent opinion about her. She was gorgeous. Not that he’d tell her that. Sometimes it was better to just leave somethings unsaid and unspoken. Still, that didn’t stop his thumb from dragging against her cheek and slowly working down across the area between her chin and jaw. His fingertips caressing against her skin while gingerly easing her closer to him.<br><br>When she decided to clear her throat, perhaps to get his attention, his head tilted to the side as a slight smile eased over his lips at the rather abrasive question she decided to put towards him. <em>"Well.. I obviously don’t agree with it. It seems rather backward to arrange a marriage these days. But, seeing you, I’m certainly not complaining."</em> He spoke the words lightly under his breath, spoken so softly simply because his face was just a few inches from hers. His head tilted to the side as he slowly worked his thumb forward across her bottom lip, dragging his thumb tenderly across her bottom lip. <em> "So.. I suppose it all depends on you. We are arranged. But that doesn’t make us tied down to each other. Rather.. think of it as a long-term commitment. But until then.. we have a few years don’t we? That’s plenty of time to get to know each other."</em><br><br><em> "Oh.. and Nathaniel has a big mouth. So you should expect most people to know by the end of the month. I do apologize for that."</em> It was then that his thumb pressed down on her bottom lip, getting her to part her lips for just a moment as he leaned forward to take her lips. His lips pushing against hers in a deep, and rather aggressive, kiss while the hand on her chin only lightly kept her head in place. If she decided to remove her head, or pull away, he wasn’t going to stop her. However, eventually, he’d pull his lips back from hers while a slight smirk eased across his lips as his eyes stopped wandering and instead stared directly into her eyes. Zacharias didn’t have the same type of possessiveness as his cousin, but it didn’t change the fact like most Warde men he was possessive about what he considered his. Of course, a tentative marriage agreement was hardly surrender to him. But as far as Zacharias was concerned Rosalyn was his. He just wasn’t sure whether he was willing to put the commitment in that she perhaps wanted of him. After all, they both still had a few years before being tied down.<br><br>Still, Zacharias had no idea how she might react to such a proposition. It was perfectly reasonable for her to even turn him down because of his attitude towards.&nbsp; Once he’d broken that kiss with her, Zacharias gave her a rather long look-over before eventually drawing back from her as he half-muttered against her lips.<em> "I wouldn’t say we’re dating. But, we aren’t exactly open to others. So I’m afraid I don’t have an answer for you, so it depends on you. Do you want to start dating right away.. or would you prefer to get to know me? After all.. "</em> A slight smirk worked across his lips as he leaned forward, resting his lips just against the side of her cheek&nbsp; before working further toward her ear. <em> ".. You might just end up hating me."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>21-03-2018, 07:09:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ea/Loveday_Huffl_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Loveday Marley<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Open Hufflepuff Robe, Jean Shorts, Wedge Heels, White Tank Top, Visible Yellow Bra<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Poplar with Thunderbird Feather core, 12"<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff 6th Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Sept 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Train to Hogwarts<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Snappy Banter<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Blank Spaces (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e-ORhEE9VVg)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Topher Dubois (Blythe), Silas Cork (Jag)<br><hr><br>Loveday was all too happy to change the subject and groaned at the mention of History of Magic. "I tell you the next little first year I hear gasping about how <em>wonderful</em> it is to learn the year the Whomping Willow got planted I'm gonna toss them outta the tower." She huffed, sounding like she may mean it literally. "And figures our luck. We'd get stuck in the class with the only Ravenclaw not worth copying off of." She glared at Silas, holding him personally responsible for not being as cheat-target-worthy as his peers.<br><br>"See?" She said as he announced he was going back to sleep if they talked school. "Smartest arsehole this side of a muggle and he can't be bothered to turn it on upstairs." She was rather genuinely annoyed at this. He coasted by, getting grades similar to hers, while she struggled for her lousy grades. If he put in half the effort she did he'd be twice the student. But he was just determined to be a worthless waste of space in all areas. If he'd just let a good woman take over his life and - Loveday crushed that thought as she quickly realized she was fantasying about them being a couple again. But from the sounds of things Topher had a better shot these days.<br><br>Her eyes glanced up and down Topher and she suddenly wondered, idly, horribly, if it would get under Silas's skin if she started dating the Slytherin instead. He wasn't really that bad looking if you didn't mind your men so wussy, she thought to herself. And clearly she didn't since she'd gone to the dance with Silas. Hmmm. She eyed him with peculiar judgment.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>22-03-2018, 02:46:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/ba/Topher_Sly_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Topher Dubois<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Designer black wizard apparel! (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6b/92/91/6b9291094b4364150005423d4991e59d.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Red Oak, Basilisk Skin, 12 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 6th year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Sept. 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:30 a.m.<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform Nine and Three Quarters -&gt; train -&gt; cabin on train<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Topher does not know how to deal with the dirty-talkin'<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> None, his mood has been stunned into silence!<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Loveday Marley (RedPhoenix), Silas Cork&nbsp; (Jag), Penny Burton (just mentioned)&nbsp; (Mellific), OPEN<br><hr><em>Loveday's looking at me the way a Hungarian Horntail looks at a tasty deer,</em> Topher realized. <em>Why me? Whyyyyy.</em> Of course, he couldn't say that outloud, nor could he admit that her 'peculiar stare' discomfitted him. That would be weakness, and he would absolutely not be 'weak' in front of her. Ever. He had a proud heritage to maintain and he was going to <em>maintain</em> it, damn it.<br><br>Topher rolled his eyes and said, "Oh, come on, Cork. We're going to school. At some point that necessitates <em>talking</em> about it. Besides, didn't you get that Outstanding in Arithmancy? I've heard it's fiendishly difficult, which is why I won't take it. I've got enough problems trying to keep up with Alchemy.<br><br>He sighed and said to Loveday, "Let's make a deal. One more first year tells us how interesting the Whomping Willow is, let's go show them personally. Maybe by flying them right over it. We're both good enough fliers to not get whomped by the stupid thing, and maybe some first years would relish a hands-on history lesson. Why wouldn't they? Clearly the tree is <em>so awesome.</em>" His voice dripped sarcasm. He was only partially kidding. He knew he needed to stay out of trouble, but ugh, Loveday was right. The whole 'did you know?!!' type of first-years were annoying.<br><br>He didn't actually expect her to agree. She was a Hufflepuff. Last time he checked, Hufflepuffs did not act like asshats to first years. They were the <em>nice</em> House, right? It was Slytherins like Topher that could be trusted to be a dick.<br><br>He flopped against the window. "At least neither of you took Divination. Gods, I really hope I <em>do</em> get the Grim in my teacup or something, if only because death would be a sweet relief from fortune-telling."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>22-03-2018, 04:41:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Silas_Rav_1.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Silas Cork (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998460#msg13998460)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Silas might be a pirate...but without the gun and rum. (https://scontent-ort2-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/21728393_1466045260152811_4125076999215941572_n.jpg?oh=1f43d05bbc9b541c793af58b4cd34bc8&amp;oe=5B451ADC)<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>: Sept. 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:30am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform Nine and Three Quarters, Train Compartment<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Your Makeup Is Terrible, But I Love You Anyway (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oqGJ7I75aTE)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Topher Dubois (Blythe), Loveday Marley (RedPhoenix), -OPEN-<br><hr><br>It was hard to fight off the smirk as he heard Loveday comment about him being the only Ravenclaw not worth coping off of. He was okay with that. Not because he was against cheating, persay, but he didn't want people seeing his answers. Let them copy off someone else. Better they not see him changing his correct answers to wrong ones, "I only have enough blood for the upstairs or the downstairs, Loveday. Have to pick one and I choose the one that doesn't bore me to tears. I didn't hear you complaining about which light I decided to turn on last year. Plus, the Sorting Hat can be wrong. I'm proof of that."<br><br>"Bois," he refused to say the full last name, just to frustrate the other man further, "Yes, we're going back there, so can't we enjoy the last few minutes we have before having to go there?" he cracked his eyes open as his marks in Arthimancy were brought up, "Fluke. That stuff is pass or fail. It's numbers. You either get it or you don't," they weren't in it, they didn't know how the exams went. Silas had messed up and let himself do well in it. He liked numbers, he found, and it was easy to fly through the exam and just turn it in without changing his answers, "I hit on the professor too. So maybe they were just sweet on me to make sure I came back this year. Who knows, maybe I'll be the first to bag a professor before graduation," every word was lies through his teeth rather smoothly. Silas couldn't imagine flirting with a professor or sleeping with one. It didn't bother him to lie like that, at least not while he was doing it. It was something he would think about and regret later in the day. Right now though? He was fine doing it.<br><br>Rolling his eyes a little before closing them, he listened as Topher went on about Dinination, "I don't need fortune-telling to tell me my future," reaching up, he fluffed and messed with his semi-curly hair and tried to think of other things.<br><br>Knowing he was risking a swift kick from both of them, he smirked a little, "Did you guys know the Whomping Willow was planted in 1971? Is that so wonderful?!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>22-03-2018, 05:59:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/be/bd/d1/bebdd1f536acc8dd2c6eb49109d974fb--third-future-husband.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Hikaru Matsukoto<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">This outfit, minus glasses</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://sakurayume.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/gacktrecording.png)</div></div><br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 11 Inch/Dogwood/Erkling dart<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: 1st, house TBA<br><strong>Date</strong>:&nbsp; September 1st ,2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:30 AM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform Nine and Three Quarters, Hogwarts Express<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Looking for a compartment to park in<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Immortals- Fallout Boy Cover by Caleb Hyles (song ends at 3:32, the rest is Caleb chattering) (http://link)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Silas (Jag), Topher (Blythe), Loveday (Redphoenix), Open<br><hr><br>Storm blue eyes drifted from side to side in search of a suitable compartment for the journey to Hogwarts... preferably either empty and or have at the least, one pretty girl in it. He could certainly do with some lovely female companionship to pass the time.<br>Though to be perfectly honest, a girl capable of keeping her wits about her would be most preferable... much unlike the blonde that spent a bit too long staring in his direction practically with hearts in her eyes and then crashed right into another girl doing the same thing, a curvy brunette... he was ALMOST tempted to go back for the brunette, but... he didn't fancy a long train ride with only bashful blushing and awkward flirty giggles to pass the time with.<br><br>Aside from that though, Hikaru Matsukoto was actually rather excited about being here, he'd read a good deal of interesting things about Hogwarts... apparently the ceiling of the great hall was enchanted to mimic the night sky and dozens of candles floated suspended above. The Quidditch field was rumored to be equally impressive, he was very eager to explore that as soon as opportunity presented itself.<br><br>Bored of walking, he decided to try one of the compartment doors, it slid open to reveal a couple different surprised pairs of eyes on him “Morning, name is Hikaru, mind if I join you?”<br><br>A slow smile curved his lips as he looked back over at the girl present as he waited for a response, his blue eyes twinkled with a subtle hint of flirtatious mischief.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>22-03-2018, 06:32:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://stuffpoint.com/supernatural/image/249118-supernatural-felicia-day-charlie-bradbury.jpg)(http://www.withanaccent.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/Supernatural-S04-Ep18-Katherine-Boecher-as-Lilith.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Elenore Ryn //&nbsp; Morgaine Dale<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> (Both) Jeans, t-shirts, jackets, sneakers and carry on bags and engagement rings. <br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn // Muggleborn<br><strong>Wands</strong>: Rowan with a Fairy Wing Core, 11.5 Inches Long, Simple in Design with a Leather Sheath at the Base and is Gently Flexible with a Rounded Tip (Elenore) // Elm with a Unicorn Hair Core, 11.5 Inches Long, Giving and Curved Base (Morgaine)<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: TBD, 1st // TBD, 1st<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday. September 1st ,2017.<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:30 am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Express Cabin<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Couple coming to go to school, romance and chatting.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> OPEN, Xerxes, Darcy<br><br>"Mysterious, well this is my wand I named her Rowan Wood with a Fairy Wing Core its according to Ollivander an old wand his grandfather made he thinks and should be formidable for charms and strong defensive magic, good in general magic but hexes am not so sure its going to do at all and its starting to adopt my Pacifist side but it should be good for dueling. Well using non-lethal magic. I can feel it when I hold he wand.," Elenore said and lets anyone who wants to hold the wand do so its a simple straight design with a fine leather sheath around the handle and eleven and a half inches long.<br><br>"Here is mine its Elm with a Unicorn Hair Core and it should be good at elegant magic, the spells should be very stable and it will become loyal due to the core and was right next to her wand on the shelf, Ollivander found that rather interesting.," Morgaine shows and lets the others handle her want its curved elegantly at the handle and quite appealing also eleven and a half inches long.<br><br>"As for our relationship my uncle gave us a big roomy sleeping bag for two with a liner, and padding, all we need is a nice private place to be alone on the rather large grounds in order to <em>be together</em> we will though need to be creative.," Morgaine said as she relaxed.<br><br><br>EDIT: Tiny spelling correction only.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>22-03-2018, 06:49:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/c0/bc/39/c0bc39a3df476bff5859875b7587c039.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Rosalyn Lamoureux<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Seafoam dreams (https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=236675142[/URL)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 10 Inch/Alder/Unicorn hair- Slightly flexible <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, year 3<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 1st, <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:45 AM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Compartment on the train <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Chatting... and turning on the sensual French charm...<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Rosalyn's theme- La Vie En Rose (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NK9zdPj-oslink)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Zacharias Warde, closed.<br>Mentioning: N/A<br><hr><br><strong>{Zacharius}</strong> "Well.. I obviously don’t agree with it. It seems rather backward to arrange a marriage these days. But, seeing you, I’m certainly not complaining."<br><br>Rosalyn smirked a little at his response, he seemed to be on the same wavelength as her about having an arranged marriage in this modern age... but his following comment did stroke her ego just a little bit, a girl did enjoy hearing that a handsome fellow found her attractive.<br>His head tilted to one side just a bit as he drew his face closer to her own, his thumb caressed across her bottom lip with a feather light touch that was almost sensual... should she actually be liking this? They were engaged after all, so that made it okay... right?<br><br><strong>{Zacharius}</strong> "So.. I suppose it all depends on you. We are arranged. But that doesn’t make us tied down to each other. Rather.. think of it as a long-term commitment. But until then.. we have a few years don’t we? That’s plenty of time to get to know each other."<br><br>Okay... what? Now that she wasn't too sure how to feel about... she didn't like the idea that he might be seeking to fool around with other girls, all the while knowing they were going to have to get married as soon as their schooling was done... what if she herself found herself a really nice guy between now and their wedding day and didn't want to break up the guy? What then? She wasn't a book he could just put on a shelf and pick up when it felt convenient or because he HAD to.<br><br>She felt like she deserved better than to be given such low regard... anyone deserved better than that...<br><br><strong>{Zacharius}</strong> "Oh.. and Nathaniel has a big mouth. So you should expect most people to know by the end of the month. I do apologize for that."<br><br>Rosalyn was about to open mouth to speak when she quickly found Zacharius closing the distance between their lips, warm velvety soft lips claimed her deeply, aggressively... it felt almost as if he was trying to brand her lips, mark her as his property... it was such a bold and he never asked her if he do this, but then... why did she feel a sensuous thrill of excitement coursing through her?<br><br>Eventually Zacharius pulled his lips back from hers, jade green eyes stared into byzantine blue, she could see the possessiveness in his eyes as he looked at her... it made her wonder once again how he thought this notion of 'not being tied down' was going to work out... was she not entitled to a similar possessiveness?<br><br><strong>{Zacharius}</strong> "I wouldn’t say we’re dating. But, we aren’t exactly open to others. So I’m afraid I don’t have an answer for you, so it depends on you. Do you want to start dating right away.. or would you prefer to get to know me? After all... You might just end up hating me."<br><br>“I think... we should be exclusive, yes... however, that doesn't mean that I don't think we shouldn't take our time, we have plenty of it as you said” Rosalyn replied, grasping tightly to her composure, she wasn't willing yet to let him see how he stirred her blood to a boil... not to mention, it was a little scary how strong a spark&nbsp; she encountered... she wasn't quite expecting something quite like that, then again... she really didn't know what she should have expected in this situation “We don't have to be Hogwarts lovey dovey couple of the year right off the get go... but we'll still be loyal to one another and once we've reached a point in our relationship that it feels right...”<br><br>She leaned into Zacharius, her lush breasts pressed into his chest as her silken rose pink lips brushed delicately against the shell of his ear, her voice was soft like the sensual brush of a cottony feather run slowly across naked skin “<acronym title="I'll show you why the French are the best lovers...Yes?”">Je vais vous montrer pourquoi les Français sont les meilleurs amants… Oui?</acronym>”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>22-03-2018, 08:08:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ea/Loveday_Huffl_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Loveday Marley<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Open Hufflepuff Robe, Jean Shorts, Wedge Heels, White Tank Top, Visible Yellow Bra<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Poplar with Thunderbird Feather core, 12"<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff 6th Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Sept 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Train to Hogwarts<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Snappy Banter<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Blank Spaces (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e-ORhEE9VVg)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Topher Dubois (Blythe), Silas Cork (Jag), Hikaru Matsukoto (LamentingQuill)<br><hr><br>Loveday smirked as Topher talked about tormenting a first year at the Whomping Willow. Well shit now the man was talking her kind of fun.<br><br>"Alright let's go one better." She said, enthusiastic and alive now. "Take attention at the sorting feast. Whoever the most obnoxious and annoying little shit of a first year is we do that to them. You know, send a message." She grinned wolfishly. "Unless you think you can't pulleroff without getting caught again." <br><br>"Make it fair." She continued, gesturing with her cigarette like a laser pointer, "You can't pick anyone from my house I won't pick anyone form yours even though that's likely where the biggest wanker will come from." She took a quick drag. "Unless it's Gryffindor cuz they're even bigger wankers than you lot somehow." She paused and side-eyed Silas. "Though every once in awhile a Ravenclaw manages to be a complete cunt."<br><br>As if proving her point, to her at least, Silas had to go and bring up his rather amazing performance with her at the dance last year. "You fuckin lyin' wanker." She scowled at him in a manner that would make it obvious to Topher at least that Silas was being completely truthful. <br><br>There certainly wasn't any Lady in the cart, but the closest thing, okay second closest....actually third...was certainly protesting too much.<br><br>Fourth closest after the new student walked in and saved Silas from the kick Loveday was seriously considering giving him.<br><br>"I dunno." Loveday said to the admittedly rather good looking youngster who came in as she took a drag. "Only men in here so far are wankers and prats you qualify as either or you here to class up the joint a bit?" She noticed him checking her out. Well at least he had good taste, that was a start. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>22-03-2018, 17:01:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Grace_Gryff_5.png)</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/2016/02/InTheFrow-LFW1-Amber-Rose-Photography-34.jpg) - changing into dress robes during ride<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>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning (prior to 11)<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform 9¾ | Hogwarts Express<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Come on ride the train! And ride it! <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> The Middle - Zedd, Marrin Morris, Grey (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lNPN4tLlgxQ)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Corey | Open<br><hr><br>Seeing Corey again was like experiencing the cure for homesickness. Though he was neither part of her family nor her home, there was something about him - about them - that made her feel at home. Not the home she lived in with her mom, but a new, unique home, all their own. It was as if a missing piece had been replaced, connecting all of the other shards into making something whole again. Not that she could ever tell him as much. It was way too sappy and mushy and most certainly guaranteed that his reaction would be to actually vomit all over her. <br><br>She was rather fond of her outfit, as well. <br><br>And rather averse to vomit, on the whole, at that. <br><br>As if to prove her point, Corey followed her into the pod with a conspicuous swipe of his fingers against his pants. After ridding his digits of any residue from the lick of her tongue, he rebuked her for the lashing as well as her choice of location; apparently it amounted to a display of public indecency. Leave it to Grace to have little idea about constituted such a thing, and leave it to Corey to reprimand her for hardly ever recognizing it on her own. “Well I couldn’t have you wasting perfectly good chocolate, now could I?” She asked, rhetorically. <br><br>The answer was obviously NO. She could not have it. Therefore, she spared the chocolate from a most horrid fate. <br><br>Pulling him in for a squeezy sort of hug, Grace released him to take a seat and suggested that they swap their items. Thankfully, the puppy dog look was one Corey hardly ever denied. He nabbed the Snickers bar and placed the can of Coke very deliberately into her grasp, no doubt knowing full well that if he didn’t, she would have probably dropped it and spilled sugary syrup all along the seat. Happily, she took a sip, humming to herself in appreciation at the sweet taste. “I’m gonna miss these,” she confessed, offering Corey a knowing smirk.<br><br>To the question about her summer break, Grace folded one leg over the other and tilted her head to regard him, looking slightly guilty about something. “Well… I did get another tattoo.” She confessed, trying to keep a straight face, though her composure cracked quickly. “So I s’pose you can say that I bled.” A soft giggle escaped her as she shrugged a shoulder. “My mum and I travelled a bit. We visited New York in America. It was brilliant. I mean, we got lost loads of times. But it was fun.” Her lips pursed as she thought about anything to add about her summer. <br><br>“Tried to convince her it was time to get a puppy. But with me being away at school most of the year, she ruled it out.” Grace pouted for a moment. “I guess that’s alright though. I’d come back home to visit and the puppy would be all ‘who is this strange person with the weird hair?’” Her voice changed into what could only be described as an awful attempt at a Scooby Doo impression. But, it was enough to make herself laugh, at least. <br><br>“What about you? Any ink? A fun job? A girlfriend? Ooh, la la~” Her eyes seemed to twinkle at that final suggestion. Before he had time to respond though, she reached up and lightly brushed a piece of his hair away from his forehead, smiling warmly and brightly. “And not to fret, I’m already aware that you’ve been growing your hair out and getting taller and more fit. So, no need to include that.” It was true, Corey was definitely cuter. Hot? Perhaps not. Then again, would Grace ever see him that way? Perhaps Stephanie did because she wasn’t as close to Corey. Withdrawing her hand and twisting her body to face him better, she took another long sip of Coke, before wiggling her brows at him, expectantly, awaiting his reply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>23-03-2018, 03:34:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/6/68/Xerxestaylor1.jpg/394px-Xerxestaylor1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Xerxes Taylor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999400#msg13999400)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> What’s in the pic<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggle born<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Walnut with Veela hair core, 10 inches, pliable<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: TBD, 1st year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:30 AM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Compartment on train<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Darcy Fredricksen, Elenore Ryn &amp; Morgaine Dale<br><hr><br>Xerxes had never been a relationship, let along a committed one like Elenore and Morgaine. Xerxes assumed that at some point he’d be in a relationship, but didn’t dwell on it. <br><br>Wands seemed to be more than just an inanimate object. Xerxes wasn’t able to read too much about wand lore, but there was some kind of symbiotic relationship between a wand and its wizard.<br><br>Xerxes searched around for his wand. “Mine’s…uh…it’s a walnut with Veela hair. I guess walnut is meant for smart people.” He smiled. “I didn’t know what a Veela was…let alone that they had hair. I guess it’s some kind of magical being…a woman. I looked it up on a book.” Xerxes recalled what he read. “They have the ability to shoot fire from their hands. When angered, they transform into a harpy-like creature. Very powerful. They even marry wizards. Some of their children have been at Hogwarts.” <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>23-03-2018, 17:59:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d2/Corey_Gryff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14005990#msg14005990)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This compromise, until he has to change (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/8d/af/6d/8daf6d4b1dbce2b3b00d860792b900bb.jpg)<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>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform 9¾ &amp; Hogwarts Express<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Train Ride!<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> OPEN - Grace<br><hr>Corey definitely thought it best to avoid any more of the conversation on chocolate and licking in general, despite how much certain parts of his body, including his heart, where telling him that maybe this was ALL he should be talking about.&nbsp; Still, while maybe some good old fashioned flirting would be what it took to get Grace to see past him as her BFF, there always seemed to be some part of Corey that held him back, afraid to ruin what he had now.&nbsp; Instead, he simply laughed before taking another bite of her candy (tempted to do so a little messily even).<br><br>Luckily, Grace’s summer plans wiped those thoughts from his mind for now, letting him concentrate on the fun and exciting things she had done, particularly compared to him.&nbsp; “Bugger all, you went to New York!?&nbsp; Oh, I wish we would have done something like that.&nbsp; I’ve always wanted to see New York.&nbsp; Is it as crazy as they say?&nbsp; Did you see anyone famous?&nbsp; Was the pizza really as good as they say?”&nbsp; Corey asked, the questions coming rapid fire as he thought of all the things Grace would have gotten to see.&nbsp; Then again, Corey was also just glad to see she’d had a good time, and made it back.&nbsp; New York was supposed to be a dangerous place, and for Grace, just walking across a carpet could be dangerous at times.<br><br>On that note, Grace’s earlier comment came back to Corey, having been unceremoniously pushed aside by the thought of his wild haired friend in the Big Apple.&nbsp; “Another one?&nbsp; Really?”&nbsp; He asked, scanning the few bits of exposed skin, looking for any visible ink.&nbsp; “What did you get this time?&nbsp; And where?&nbsp; Or is it in a place you can’t talk about now that you are 18 and can pick any spot.”&nbsp; He joked without thinking of how Grace might answer.&nbsp; The whole tattoo thing had always fascinated Corey, partly because he knew he’d be committing suicide if he ever got one and his parents (Mother) found out.<br><br>Indeed, the more he thought about it, the best Corey thought he had best change the subject.&nbsp; “A puppy?&nbsp; Yeah, she is right though, you best wait until you are home more if you want it to be yours, not hers.&nbsp; Still…” Grinning, Corey sat back up and leaned closer, as he was wont to do when he was getting into a plotting mood.&nbsp; “Doesn’t mean you can’t take a look around at the pet shop in Hogsmeade this year.&nbsp; Wait, is there one?&nbsp; I hope so.&nbsp; My parents said I could look at an owl or a cat this year, just no toads.”&nbsp; Corey laughed.&nbsp; He really wanted a real wizarding pet, and had been saving for a bit, which brought him to his own summer.<br><br>“Pfft, my summer was nowhere as good as yours!&nbsp; Spent the whole thing lugging kegs around and sweeping up the pub.&nbsp; As usual.” Corey replied.&nbsp; His parents always kept Corey very busy during holidays.&nbsp; For one, it saved them having to hire help, at least for part of the year.&nbsp; On top of that, the more they kept Corey busy in the pub they owned, or at least under their watchful eyes, the more they could keep him out of at least a little trouble.&nbsp; Not completely of course, they were realistic, but enough to perhaps to keep him away from anything serious.&nbsp; Of course, at Grace’s teasing about a girlfriend, Corey turned beet red, which only compounded as she mentioned his growing physique and reached out for a strand of his unruly hair.<br><br>“No, Grace, no <em>girlfriend.</em>” He replied a little sourly.&nbsp; “Bit hard to do when you smell of stale beer and all.&nbsp; No, my best chance is at Hogwarts itself I am guessing…”&nbsp; Corey went on, only SLIGHTLY hinting at his real thoughts.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>23-03-2018, 18:56:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/T8tZBDV.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Darcy Fredricksen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14003815#msg14003815)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> The Nun Dress (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d0/7d/de/d07dde3b75dc39ee3a1face67146dd5c.jpg) for now!<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 16inch Hazel, Dragon Heart string, swishy<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: First year, no house as of yet!<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 1st ,2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10.40am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Start inside the carriage - moving to the outside the bathroom.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Teen stuff<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Xerxes, Elenore and Morgaine then moving out of the carriage Finn<br><br><hr><br>Darcy smiled as she listened to them talking about their wands, she just didn't feel right showing it off, maybe it came down from her home life, she was taught at a young age to keep important things secret, that people can use any information against you. <br><br>Xerxes spoke about his wand and Veela's she smiled and nodded, “I've met one once, I was visiting my brother apparently one of her last girlfriends was part Veela...they didn't last long he got insanely jealous when she spoke to other people and Freddy is pretty relaxed most of the time. From what I can tell they are pretty much like catnip for people.” She smiled.<br><br>“Alright, I think I've suffered this dress enough, I'll be back.” She stood up taking her bag as she headed out of the carriage. She walked down the carriage getting to the area where the bathrooms where. She stopped for a second looking out of the window seeing the scenery passing by at a clip, from what her brother and sister had told her the school seemed to be somewhere in Scotland, but she had never been able to find it on a map.<br><br>She turned to the bathroom door before she had an idea. Pulling her phone from her bag she lined herself up for a selfie, she turned facing the nearest window to make sure she had some decent light before taking a photo of herself. Not that she could do anything with it but it was on her phone for future reference. <br><br>Darcy's smile faded as she looked at the picture realising she had been photobombed by something, turning quickly she was face to face with someone she did not know. “Hey.” She said softly trying to remove to confused look on her face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>23-03-2018, 20:57:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://stuffpoint.com/supernatural/image/249118-supernatural-felicia-day-charlie-bradbury.jpg)(http://www.withanaccent.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/Supernatural-S04-Ep18-Katherine-Boecher-as-Lilith.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Elenore Ryn //&nbsp; Morgaine Dale<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> (Both) Jeans, t-shirts, jackets, sneakers and carry on bags and engagement rings. <br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn // Muggleborn<br><strong>Wands</strong>: Rowan with a Fairy Wing Core, 11.5 Inches Long, Simple in Design with a Leather Sheath at the Base and is Gently Flexible with a Rounded Tip (Elenore) // Elm with a Unicorn Hair Core, 11.5 Inches Long, Giving and Curved Base (Morgaine)<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: TBD, 1st // TBD, 1st<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday. September 1st ,2017.<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:30 am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Express Cabin<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Couple coming to go to school, romance and chatting.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> OPEN, Xerxes, Darcy<br><br>They have a bit of food a out enough it wouldn't interfere with the Feast, offering the others some food a meat sandwich or some fruit or both and cider she has small cups.<br><br>But when Darcy gets done they go to change clothes, after moans and you could swear Morgaine said before a long groan ,"That's it don't stop!" They come out some time later washed up a bit and in generic robes returning.<br><br>They are smiling and flushed as they rest Elenore saying playfully like a cat who ate the canary trying to act innocent ,"My the train has small bathrooms, you better change to Xerxes while we have time."<br><br>They disembark separately to go to the Boats their last names are different they won't be Sorted near each other.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>23-03-2018, 21:31:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Finn_Hogwarts.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Finn Balor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14009402#msg14009402)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Student Robes<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Cedar Wood, Unicorn Hair Core, 14 1/2 inches, Very inflexible, with smooth wood.<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: 1st Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday September 1st, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Outside of the bathrooms on the Hogwarts express<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> New Meeting<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Darcy Fredrickson<br><hr><br><br>Finn wondered just how complex the magic at Platform nine and three quarters must have to be for no one to stumble upon it before then. He reasoned likely that some kind of bewitching spell to mess with muggle senses would be there, but it was not as if the platform had only a few individuals, and though many were slick moving one by one and waiting for no one to be look surely the odds were more in the favor that someone must catch a glimpse eventually. Further if the bewitching spells caused the Muggles to see something different than wizards and witches how did the muggle manage to&nbsp; avoid colliding with so many different people? Once you had crossed the barrier it was not as if it was barely crowded, in truth you had to squeeze past large families. Finn wondered as he saw the mass of students getting ready to board if there was a family at Hogwarts larger than his own? As far as students with the last name of Balor he'd count for the seventh attending Hogwarts, but that ignored the Ogdens who were direct cousins of his, and the single Faust as well. Finn had a total of eleven cousins that would be on the train with him. Though aside from his half-brother and sister, they would all be strangers too him.<br><br>When he had gotten on the train, <em>only a few minutes before it was due to take off.</em> along with Daniel and Caitlyn, they had decided they wanted to catch up with their older cousins, all of them piling into a single compartment, but it filled up fast and Finn elected to be the odd man out and find one further down the train. He had already read a great deal on how sorting went, and besides though they were cousins Finn hadn't ever really met any of them. So he didn't have the same eager desire to catch up with them as Caitlyn and Daniel did. Instead Finn would tour the train, looking to see if he couldn't find another compartment. Finn had already changed into his robes, which was good because it seemed there wasn't going to be much room for privacy as most of the train appeared to already be filled up. Once or twice he paused wondering if he should press in and ask for a seat with strangers, but each time he decided he'd better wait until he made sure there wasn't one where he could offer more privacy. His fingers tracing the E that had been burned into his flesh struck him as a obvious question that would come up early. Finn felt <em>my father stuck me with a hot brand after I broke his nose</em>, wasn't likely to make for a very good first impression.<br><br>Stumbling along the way he'd continue to make his way towards the end of the train, dodging pass the tea cart as he moved. Here and there were other students that he shuffled past, including a blonde right past the bathrooms. It was only as he tried to shift past her without disturbing her he realized that she was taking a photo, hearing the click from her phone. He'd shift a little past her again before turning around.<br><br>"Sorry about that," he said with a apologetic look on his face, pulling up the collar of his shirt to better block the E from view on his collarbone. "Getting your selfies out of the way before you can't take pictures anymore?" He asked her. He had read that muggle devices simply didn't work inside the school, probably not as big of a problem twenty years ago, but most muggles or people that were around muggles were attached to smart phones. Addicted to them even on occasion. He wondered if she was trying to get in her last couple of fixes before her phone was left off for months at a time?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>24-03-2018, 00:43:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/T8tZBDV.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Darcy Fredricksen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14003815#msg14003815)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> The Nun Dress (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d0/7d/de/d07dde3b75dc39ee3a1face67146dd5c.jpg) for now!<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 16inch Hazel, Dragon Heart string, swishy<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: First year, no house as of yet!<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 1st ,2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10.40am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Start inside the carriage - moving to the outside the bathroom.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Teen stuff<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Xerxes, Elenore and Morgaine then moving out of the carriage Finn<br><br><hr><br>Darcy laughed softly as a blush crept over her face, "It's ok, you're a nice addition to the picture." She bit her lip offering him the screen. "How about a proper selfie?" She fiddled with the neck of her dress suddenly feeling like she was choking. "Honestly I'm use to having to stoop to take a photo." <br><br>She felt like she was rambling as he asked if she was getting her selfie out of the way. "Yes, kinda, I guess." She bit her lip fiddling with her hair. "It's more I wanted to commemorate the first day of the rest of my life." She nodded. "Free of family interference today is the day I decide who I want to be." <br><br>She tried to hide the frown, she felt like she sounded like she he father on his soapbox. "Ummm...perhaps you'd want to take one together? You don't have to really." She blushed again realising how awkward she was, part politician wannabe part teenage girl in a dumb dress infront of a cute boy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>24-03-2018, 08:46:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/4da65e831eb81c32c5fec37ce5b390d7/tumblr_p5q1o1oFOK1udff4qo1_400.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Valeriya "Vale" Sokolov<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Gothic Russian (https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=236712615)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: (dogwood, Augureys, 8 inches)<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Unknown/ 1st year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Sept 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:40<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Start- Kings Cross station. Move to – Platform 9 3/4<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> "Mama always said, find the biggest, baddest, kid on the playground and be their friend."<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Some music to get her in the mood. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LIw_R0OMYJs)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aaric, Dante, and Addy<br><hr><br>Knowing that she was accepted to stay in the cabin, she settled into her seat more. Listening to the three chatter away, she learned who each were. Since most purebloods went to school before 18, she could easily figure out that Aaric was more than likely a pureblood. While the other two were at least half blood, but more than likely muggleborn like her. As Addy introduced herself, Vale quickly concluded that she was more than likely a muggle born. It took her a moment to place her odd accent as American. Giving a nod to them, she mostly stuck to herself for the rest of the ride. She watched as the small group talked amongst themselves, she was just more worried about the sorting. It was nothing personal, it is just that she had her mind on Hogwarts.<br><br>After finding out that she was a witch and that she would be attending Hogwarts, she spent the last month learning everything she could about magic and Hogwarts. She didn't spend too much time on Harry or Voldemort, she knew enough about him to know he and his followers barely made since and they would hate her. That was all she needed to know. As time got closer, she got up and changed into the basic uniform of Hogwarts. However, her tights were sheer instead of the cotton. High heels instead of the inch plateforms, and her skirt was more frill and a bit shorter than the school's uniform. She made the adjustments so she would actually be comfortable, her own shoes were normally big high heel boots that were covered in buckles. Thus, she had to do some type of heel. The small plateforms actually hurt her feet when she tried them on. They were odd against her formed feet and were not even close to as comfortable as her high heels were.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>24-03-2018, 14:50:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Grace_Gryff_5.png)</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/2016/02/InTheFrow-LFW1-Amber-Rose-Photography-34.jpg) - changing into dress robes during ride<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>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning (prior to 11)<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform 9¾ | Hogwarts Express<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Come on ride the train! And ride it! <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> The Middle - Zedd, Marrin Morris, Grey (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lNPN4tLlgxQ)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Corey | Open<br><hr><br>Beaming, Grace nodded at Corey’s line of questioning about her summer trip to New York, catching on to the bit of envy woven into his breakneck barrage of inquiries. Once he asked his fourth question, she was grinning broadly and chuckling softly. “Are you quite finished? Can I answer, now?” She mockingly chided with a high perk of her brow. “Yes, New York! It was fantastic! I wish I could have brought you. It’s a shame we can’t apparate yet.” That thought seemed to sidetrack her for a moment, before she remembered that there were unanswered questions to address. <br><br>“Erm, crazy? Well it was very busy. There were people everywhere. Literally everywhere. The Taxi cab drivers were in such a mad rush, they barely paid attention to pedestrians crossing the street. I was nearly hit about three times!” She paused to emphasize, her face animatedly shifting into one of cartoonish horror. “Anyone famous? I’m not sure. People walk so quickly, you could spot someone and think it’s a celebrity, but you’ve got no time to be sure or to even ask! I thought I saw Carson Daly near the TRL building but then realized he’s not doing that show anymore.” Grace chuckled, only carrying on once that bit of laughter subsided. <br><br>“The pizza was huge!” She held up her hands, one still holding the Coke can, though it was tilted at enough of an angle to threaten spillage. But, Grace didn’t seem to notice. Her hands spanned apart to show him how enormous one slice was, holding them out about a foot apart, before dropping her hands again, resting the can against her lap. “And so greasy! I blotted my piece with a napkin but it barely made a difference.” Her head shook at that memory, a smile hinting at the edges of her lips. “My mum and I visited the Statue of Liberty and Strawberry Fields where that mosaic piece is that says ‘Imagine’ on it as a tribute to John Lennon.” She trailed off, hesitating to reach for her phone to show a picture to Corey, before remembering that the service was already cut.<br><br>When Corey recalled her confession about getting another tattoo, she nodded happily again. “Really! Another one. That’s six total.” She rested the Coke can on the seat beside her, nearly knocking it over after setting it down to reach for her sleeve. When Corey started asking about the location of the tattoo, she laughed a bubbly sound. “Why don’t I just show you?” She responded smartly, then pulled her sleeve back and held it up, showing him the abstract crown design on her inner right wrist. “It’s a crown design. I found one on the internet and added a bit of my own detail to it, so it’s unique.” Leaving her sleeve folded up in case he wanted to examine it closer, she folded one leg over the other and studied his expression as he took in the sight. Corey was already well aware of her other pieces of art; one below each ankle, one on her right bicep, another on her left inner forearm as well as the one that stretched from the nape of her neck to the space between her shoulder blades. <br><br>“I’m thinking of getting another one. We should get a matching tattoo!” Her face absolutely lit up at that idea, though she was sure Corey would never go for it. “I’d have loved to bring you to New York,” she remarked, remembering his comment about how much he’d have enjoyed something like that. Maybe one day, it would actually be possible. <br><br>Her expression soured slightly when Corey brought up the idea of a puppy once again, agreeing that it was probably not the best time to get one. “I know, but…” She started, only to cut herself off and pout. When he mentioned a pet shop at Hogsmeade and how he was looking into an owl or a cat, but definitely not a toad, she giggled. “What have you got against toads?” The question was playful, her elbow gently jabbing into his afterward. “You never know, you could kiss one and it’d turn into a prince!” After saying such a thing, she realized how it sounded and shook her head, still laughing. “I mean, <em>I</em> could. I suppose <em>you</em> couldn’t.” Because obviously, Corey was not looking for a prince. <br><br>“No harm in looking, right?” She shrugged a shoulder mischievously, giving him a sly look, as if they had just plotted something delightfully fun and slightly sneaky to do. “Still, puppies are superior pets.” When Corey got on about his summer, she took another sip of the drink, not surprised in the slightest to hear that Corey had spent his summer helping out at the bar, as per usual. Her tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth in disappointment for him after she swallowed down her sip. “That’s wretched,” she sympathized with his lame summer. <br><br>After flitting with a bit of his hair and withdrawing her hand again, she adjusted her sleeve finally, tugging it back down to its proper place. He remarked with a bit of disdain that he had not gotten a girlfriend over the break. “Not <em>yet</em>!” She chimed in, interjecting before he finished his thought, mentioning that the stale beer smell which followed him around probably wasn’t helping. Grace took the opportunity to lean in a little closer, definitely over the line of personal space, and took in a smell of him. “You smell lovely to me.” She leaned back enough to grant him breathing room again and tilted her head, resting her chin against her knuckles, while her elbow perched upon her elevated knee. “Hogwarts, hm?” Her brows perked in intrigue. “Does that mean you’ve got your eyes set on someone in particular?” There was some sort of a hopeful tone in her question, but just then she smirked, knowing Corey’s face was probably hot with flushing. “Nevermind it, I’m sure I’ll be able to figure it out soon enough.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>24-03-2018, 17:05:55</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> Nathan's Outfit (https://contestimg.wish.com/api/webimage/5810936eec16772134f9707e-4-large.jpg) <br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wands</strong>: Laurel, Dragon, 14 inches, Fairly Flexible (Nathaniel) <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 4<sup>rth</sup> year. <br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday. September 1st ,2017.<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:45am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Express Carriage <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Spends some time with Moray, ignores Iain.<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Pyromania (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EsdXPPp8dNk)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Moray Morrigan // Iain McGregor (Mentioned)<br><hr><br>Nathaniel gave a scoffing smile at her comment about him being fun, deciding to pass it off, for the moment as he gave the faintest of shrugs to her question and those elusive eyes of hers as she questioned his intention to join her. <em>"As great as you are. I don’t think I could stomach one of those parties, even if it meant rescuing you and all the rewards that entailed."</em> He half muttered the words under his breath, sending his fingers lazily across her shoulder and then down further across her arm. His fingers caressing over her while he pulled her further into him so that they were both pressed slightly closer together. <em>"Besides.. we both know you aren’t going to agree to sex."</em> He gave her a rather knowing smile as he leaned forward to press his lips against her cheek and then down towards her jaw.<br><br><em>"I’ll not answer that.. but it’s double digits."</em> Then, soon after, his lips pulled back from her skin and his hand around her shoulder loosened slightly and putting the slightest bit of distance between their otherwise close bodies, before gradually easing himself back from her. His hand occasionally dragged around her shoulder as he removed his hand from her shoulder and instead slightly stood up. He then leaned forward and tapped Eliza twice, having the black cat ease out of his lap and instead ease itself into Moray’s lap as Nathaniel stood up and made his way over to the carriage door. <em>"If you’ll excuse me, for just a bit, I’m going to go and change into my robes. Why don’t you keep the boy company?"</em> It was a slight reference to Iain, who’d decided to join them in the cabin, but who he had mostly decided to ignore. Even though Nathaniel was in the carriage with Moray he had no interest in remaining in the same cabin as a blood traitor. Plus, there was no real reason to stick around in the same carriage since the baggage in the overhead of the carriages would be moved to their rooms.<br><br>Nathaniel made his way out of the carriage, leaving Moray alone with Eliza and Iain, and Hubert that was still sitting up on the baggage rack and preening itself. Nathaniel lightly strolled through the halls of the express, deciding he’d avoid the front of the train in case he ran into some more unmentionable people. Besides, he’d yet to scope out any of the new first years, and since his plans for the express journey was over there was no reason for him to stick around in a stuffed up carriage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>24-03-2018, 18:11:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/0UeudkA.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Moray Morrigan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999176#msg13999176)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Clothes</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/PqYVcR2.jpg)</div></div></div><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood,<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 15 inch Beech, Kelpie hair core, rigid. There is a slight twist to the wand and one single groove curved along the wand. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 1st ,2017,<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:45am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Start – outside, end – in a carriage.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Nothing too angsty<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Nate, Iain <br><hr><br>Moray smirked as said he couldn't stomach one of those parties, “I guess you don't have the balls for it, I mean you're fun for the school year but I might have to find someone who will be fun for the summer.” She looked at him hoping he realised she was teasing him. He called her out on not agreeing to sex she looked at him running her hand over his chin. “You'll never know now.” She shook her head as he gave his head count to her, she laughed. “Well, I'm sure whether to be impressed or worried that we don't have enough sanitizer at school.” She smirked.<br><br>She could feel him pulling away from her, she tried to hide the frown as he stood leaving the carriage. Moray petted Eliza as she sat on her lap, she looked over at Iain, “Have you ever wondered why you like someone?” She sighed not expecting an answer as she turned leaning against the window as she put her legs onto the seat. “How was your summer?” She smiled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>24-03-2018, 22:42:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bc/Eikichi_Characters_52-6.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Zacharias Warde (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14002048#msg14002048)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Zach's Outfit (https://gloimg.samcdn.com/S/201308/source-img/1377727281484-P-1060601.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood <br><strong>Wands</strong>: Rowan, Basilisk Skin, 11 inches, Unyielding, Family Heirloom. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Unsorted 1<sup>st</sup> year.<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday. September 1st ,2017.<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:45am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Express - Locked Carriage <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Returning the Charm<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Pyromania (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EsdXPPp8dNk)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Rosalyn Lamoureux - Closed<br><hr><br>Zacharias wasn’t the type of man to give anyone, even his impending fiancé, a high regard. Rather, it was simply easier to judge everyone, to an extent, in some fashion of lesser regard or spite and see if they rose up the ranks of his interest. If they didn’t then he certainly had no desire to feel a sense of loss for disregarding them. In truth he’d yet to decide whether or not he actually had a desire to ‘hook up’ with his fiancé in any regard. Honestly, he considered her more as a back-up plan than a long-term or lasting relationship, no matter how gorgeous she might have been there was just too many fundamental differences between them. The first of which stemmed from her rather shy, and practically timid, nature which poked at the thin fabric of his patience. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t one to indulge himself in some fun, even if that fun involved messing with those fresh feelings of his blushing fiancé who seemed to be overly acceptable to the right kind of flirting, and a sensual kiss was just the right kind of flirting to leave her flustered before he slipped out of the carriage to let her think over what he’d propositioned.<br><br>Of course, before he had a chance to slip out of the carriage, he felt Rosalyn leaning herself up against him and pressing those rose lips of hers to his ear as a low smile eased across his lips as she suddenly&nbsp; shifted herself closer so that those lush breasts of hers were pressing into his chest and just slightly against his arm. Just as she leaned into him and whispered those French words into his ear, his hands began to work themselves across her form. His hands working slightly over her body, one hand working itself to her cheek and then slowly working down across her shoulder and arm as he drew his own lips to her cheek before moving to her earlobe. He was English, from an old English family, the kind of English nobility that had plenty of French roots intertwined with the French and British so he did get the general gist of what she was saying yet he couldn’t put his words directly on what she was saying. But, not all of what she was saying. <br><br><em>"And, how exactly, do you plan on doing that?"</em> He spoke the words lightly under his breath, while those lips of his were still lightly pressed to her earlobe. He closed the last bit of distance between them. His hand on her arm gently pulling her in toward him, while his other hand worked itself across her waistline and began lifting up the lush little redhead up from her seat on the carriage. Of course, he set her down in the only spot that he thought was appropriate, his lap. His hand worked itself across her waistline and further down across her thighs so that he could have the lovely little Gryffindor straddle him. He used that heavy handed, slightly aggressive, grip of his hand against her thighs to gently press her body down into his lap so she’d feel him resting firmly against hers. His other hand, on her arm, still bringing her closer toward him so that those lush breasts of hers were now pressing more prominently against his chest.<br><br>This was a surprise for him. He hadn’t expected the shy and candid woman to be so upfront about what she wanted. Not that he could blame her for not wanting what he’d proposed to her about their relationship. After all, he hadn’t exactly given her the most favorable terms of a relationship. Well, he hadn’t really stated that they would have any kind of relationship, and it seemed like that didn’t float too well with Rosalyn. But Zacharias had expected the timid little red-head to just roll over, maybe protest a bit, and yet it did seem like she had just the slightest bit of fight in her, though why she was deciding to fight for an arranged marriage between them was a question he wasn't going to bother asking. <em>"Is there anything else you wanted to ask, Rosalyn?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>26-03-2018, 22:09:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/ba/Topher_Sly_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Topher Dubois<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Designer black wizard apparel! (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6b/92/91/6b9291094b4364150005423d4991e59d.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Red Oak, Basilisk Skin, 12 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 6th year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Sept. 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:30 a.m.<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform Nine and Three Quarters -&gt; train -&gt; cabin on train<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Topher does not know how to deal with the dirty-talkin'<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> None, his mood has been stunned into silence!<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Loveday Marley (RedPhoenix), Silas Cork&nbsp; (Jag), Hikaru Matsukoto (LamentingQuill)<br><hr>Topher's glare at Silas was so intense that it could have set fire to shubbery. <em>I've heard Muggles call people like him trolls, which I've never understood because trolls are idiots. Silas is more like....an anti-house elf. Like, he shows up and does the thing you least want him to do, and he's really obliging about ensuring he bugs the shit out of you.</em> "By Dumbledore's beard, why are you like this," he muttered. He grinned at Loveday though and said, "Let's be honest and admit we both actually want to take a Gryffindor down a peg. And just listen to the so-called 'brave' Gryffs panic over the Whomping Willow. Or we could lock them in a room with Silas. I'm sure that's equally terrifying."<br><br>But that was when a first-year entered the compartment--or at least, he was fairly sure he was a first-year since he didn't recognize him. And saw the flirtation immediately directed at Loveday. He heard Loveday claim everyone in there was a wanker or a prat, and Topher said, "Wankers and prats, hm? Then you're in good company, Queen Chav."<br><br>But he <em>did</em> watch the new student closely. He wondered what they were like. He introduced himself, as was polite, "Topher Dubois, by the way. And you are...?"<br><br>He elbowed Silas and said, "You better thank the new guy. He's saving you from Loveday's incessant pining. Clearly he'll sweep her off her chav feet." He had no intentions of ever not calling Loveday a chav. Bullying-bonding only went so far among, well, two rivals.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>27-03-2018, 13:05:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d2/Corey_Gryff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14005990#msg14005990)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This compromise, until he has to change (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/8d/af/6d/8daf6d4b1dbce2b3b00d860792b900bb.jpg)<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>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform 9¾ &amp; Hogwarts Express<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Train Ride!<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> OPEN - Grace<br><hr>Thinking about it even for a second, Corey had no trouble imagining Grace and her Mum being nearly wiped out by NYC cab drivers every time they had to try and cross one of the large streets there, even if all of his knowledge and experience was coming solely from the many movies he had watched starring the Big Apple.&nbsp; Of course, half of those movies were probably about Gotham instead and he was getting them confused, but that was fine with him.&nbsp; &nbsp;Laughing at the thought of Grace blotting a genuine slice of New York pizza with a napkin, she could be SUCH a girl sometimes, Corey allowed himself to drift into the fantasy of travelling to the US with her, if even for a moment.<br><br>“Yeah, that would be pretty great.&nbsp; I’d love to see all of those things, and now you could show me around.”&nbsp; Corey replied, his feelings torn right down the middle on how fun it would be to travel with Grace, and how very much he didn’t need another continent of guys around for her to ignore him for.&nbsp; “No tattoos though!” Corey continued, briefly and lightly holding Grace’s wrist so he could see her newest addition.&nbsp; “You of all people know what a good boy I am, and how I’d never do such a thing!” He joked, his voice very reminiscent of his mother’s, in what nearly amounted to an imitation.&nbsp; “Unlike you, you heathen.”&nbsp; He added, this time all Corey as he released her wrist and reached over to give her a playful poke in the ribs.<br><br>Smiling a little vaguely, Corey let the conversation on kissing toads and making them princes (that was frogs anyway) float right past him.&nbsp; It was far too early in the year for him to start torturing himself by thinking on who, or what, Grace would be kissing, let alone princes in her future, and it wasn’t like he was the outlier here.&nbsp; &nbsp;Who didn’t find toads to be the worst pet ever?&nbsp; He was sure there were some nice ones or something, but over a pet that could fly or sneak around like a furry ninja?&nbsp; What did they have going for them?&nbsp; Instead, Corey took that time to blush a startling red as Grace leaned in very close for a sniff, and to tease him of course.<br><br>Unable to keep from closing his eyes for a second as her own flowery scent over took him, Corey’s eyes snapped back open just as she leaned back, his look very taking on a rather wry expression.&nbsp; “Think so?&nbsp; Something tells me that you might not be as good at figuring that stuff out as you think you are, Grace-y.”&nbsp; Corey replied. <em>And that something is EXPERIENCE</em> he added mentally, making sure none of that showed on his face.&nbsp; “How about you?&nbsp; I am sure you have all kinds of boy plans for the year, or do you have some new Yankee pen pal?”&nbsp; He asked, before he thought better of it.<br><br><em>So much for waiting to torture yourself, Corey.</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>28-03-2018, 00:58:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Silas_Rav_1.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Silas Cork (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998460#msg13998460)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Silas might be a pirate...but without the gun and rum. (https://scontent-ort2-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/21728393_1466045260152811_4125076999215941572_n.jpg?oh=1f43d05bbc9b541c793af58b4cd34bc8&amp;oe=5B451ADC)<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>: Sept. 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:30am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform Nine and Three Quarters, Train Compartment<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Your Makeup Is Terrible, But I Love You Anyway (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oqGJ7I75aTE)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Topher Dubois (Blythe), Loveday Marley (RedPhoenix), Hikaru Matsukoto (LamentingQuill)<br><hr><br>Silas ignored any comments about himself and just shrugged them off. He liked them believing those things about him. He was a cunt. He was a wanker. He was an anti-house elf. Silas was okay with all of these things. His grandpa told him often that he'd come to regret all the bridges he kept burning, but Silas didn't see that happened. He regretted a lot of things in his life, but the way he came off to other people wasn't entirely one of them. <br><br>There was a surprise newcomer to their compartment and Silas lost interest quick when he realized that it had to be a first year. Cute as this one seemed to be, Silas was highly against anyone in that age group. Though he did notice how the boy's eyes went to Loveday. Inwardly, he wished the boy the best of luck with that. She was liable to snap the poor thing like a twig. While he'd never admit it, she was top three in his list of sexual partners. That boy didn't know what he was in for if she decided to give his young ass a chance, "Wankers and prats? Can't I be both of them?" he asked with a smirk<br><br>A chuckle escaped his lips at the Queen Chav comment from Topher, "Remember, Bois, she's our Queen Chav. Though if he's up for being her new object of affection, I can handle that," he teased her a little by blowing a kiss in her direction, "I'm Silas Cork, by the way. What're you, a first year? I swear, these first years get shorter every year," best to take little shots at the new kid now and not risk him thinking they might be able to be friends. Some first years like to try to latch onto the older students and Silas did everything he could to avoid that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>29-03-2018, 21:46:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Grace_Gryff_5.png)</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/2016/02/InTheFrow-LFW1-Amber-Rose-Photography-34.jpg) - changing into dress robes during ride<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>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning (prior to 11)<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform 9¾ | Hogwarts Express<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Come on ride the train! And ride it! <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> The Middle - Zedd, Marrin Morris, Grey (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lNPN4tLlgxQ)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Corey | Open<br><hr><br>The fact that Corey had laughed at her recanting of her summer trip to New York was not missed on Grace. In fact, just to pay him back, she kept right on talking, ignoring his laughter except for a feigned offended expression as she lightly shoved him by the arm. It would have been brilliant to take Corey along for a vacation, particularly to someplace as thrilling as the Big Apple. She could almost imagine the looks of awe and wonder on his face, but imagining them wasn’t nearly as fun as seeing them in person. <br><br>Grace chuckled at the idea that just because she had been to New York once, she could show Corey around like she would A) Remember the layout and B) Not get lost again. The subject quickly changed back to tattoos however, and Grace was cracking up once again, this time at Corey’s spot on impression of his mother. She gave him her best timid look, hoisting both of her hands up in front of her in surrender. “Yes, Mrs. Dwyer!” She droned in monotone. “I promise I won’t be the terrible influence you think I am and force your son under duress to permanently ink his skin.” <br><br>The ‘heathen’ line was what made Grace gasp at him, though he was quick with a poke to her ribs. “Ouch!” She gasped, then gaped at him. She’d wait for the moment when he hesitated, probably wondering if he had really hurt her, to strike. Both of her hands rapidly shot out to his underarms and started tickling him there. Unfortunately, she forgot about the Coke she was still holding in one of those hands, which caused a few beads of it to splash against their faces. “Oop!” She suddenly blurted out, only pulling away from him to carefully rest the can against the windowsill and wipe her face off carefully. <br><br>After talking toads and smelling nice, Grace wrinkled her nose at Corey’s remarks. “You think I can’t tell when something smells alright?” She questioned, narrowing her gaze upon him, as if skeptical of such an accusation. A moment later and he was suddenly asking about her romantic life. Not that there was much to tell this time. That much was probably signalled when she released a rather exaggerated sigh. “No penpals from America for me,” she confessed. “I had some lads ask me out on a date, but once I pointed out my mum they seemed less interested.” She chuckled at an unfortunate memory at a coffee shop. “One guy even asked if I was <em>legal</em>.” Her nose scrunched as she retold the story.<br><br>“Boy plans for the year?” She questioned, tilting her head, as if she hadn’t quite considered it herself. “I’d say my plans are to do something about this horrible dry spell, and soon.” She mused, grasping Corey’s hand in hers and guiding it over her head, then fitting herself against him, so that her cheek rested on his shoulder and his arm wrapped over her shoulder. “Why is it I can’t find someone as nice and sweet as you, Cor? Must be doing something wrong.” She muttered, her volume dropping to that of a whisper, since their distance had shrank considerably in the last minute. Her lashes fluttered to a close as she nuzzled against his shoulder briefly. <br><br>“Put it in my mouth, won’t you?” She asked after opening her mouth and realizing Corey hadn’t gotten the hint. “The Snickers bar. Let me have another bite. Please! Don’t think I’ve forgotten about it, we’re sharing, remember?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>31-03-2018, 02:10:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://nebula.wsimg.com/214ee23493a43c1f041b3d4bd05d74f2?AccessKeyId=F9BC88121657E8A2F304&amp;disposition=0&amp;alloworigin=1)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Maria Alexandra Dosamantes-Novyi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14035746#msg14035746)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> &nbsp;(https://media.musely.com/u/55f1c636-6ccc-4438-ae43-a954d9810d58.jpg) with a light trench coat<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Acacia wand with a Thunderbird Feather core 11 inches long<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: 1st year, unassigned<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform 9¾ | Hogwarts Express<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Arriving, getting on the train and finally walking about the train<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZNxNlms2xMI) <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> OPEN<br><hr><br>Maria could feel the energy bubbling through her system. She was excited, beyond excited if that was even possible. Her heart was still racing despite the fact that she was sitting still. Her hands wound around one another with each passing street the old truck took. Her siblings would arrive in luxury, one of the family cars dropping them off just before the train station. One of the staff would help them with their things, and they'd start the year barely lifting a finger. Not that missing out on that bothered Maria, especially if it meant avoiding the snide comments they'd no doubt send her way. <br><br>They didn't want to be seen with her, and that suited her just fine. Jake the head grounds keeper was more than happy to give her a ride to the train station. The older man was one of the people that helped ease the hardships of Maria's life. As distasteful as her family would have thought it, Maria was rather close to all the family's staff. "You keep wiggling over there and you're going to wobble right out your seat." Jake teased Maria with a smile. "I'm just excited is all, I have been waiting for this for what feels like forever," she spoke in a warm tone and took a deep breath. <br><br>Her hands smoothed down her skirt as she tried to calm herself. "I can tell," he said with a laugh as he turned into the station. "Ok we are here sweetie...it's time," Jake said as he parked and looked at Maria. She looked at the train station watching other people bustle in and out. She knew it was the start of something amazing, it had to be. "You're going to be great kid," Jake said reaching over and patting Maria on the shoulder. He could see the worry in her eyes but knew she had so much potential within her that she couldn't fail. Specially when leaving finally meant that she would get some freedom from her family. <br><br>"Great...yeah." she nodded and finally looked back to Jake and moved to get out of the truck and start grabbing her things. Jake moved to help and got all her stuff loaded on a small trolley so it would be easy for her to push. In truth, Maria had most everything she owned with her, at least anything that meant something to her. "All right come in for a hug." Jake held his arms out wide so Maria could move in for a hug. "Be good old man, and don't do anything I wouldn't." she teased and gave him a peck on the cheek before turning towards the train platforms. <br><br>Finding the wall she needed to run through was thankfully easy as there were other students passing through it. "A running start...just take a running start," Maria spoke to herself before taking a breath and darting forward and through the wall. Laughter filtering through the air as she made it to the other side and found herself standing on the platform 9 3/4. "This is so amazing," she said with a smile before moving down to the loading area. She handed over her things and made sure Franky was going to be ok before carrying a small messenger bag with her onto the train. <br><br>Maria didn't think there were any real assigned seats, so she slipped into the first room she found and sat down. Again her hands fidgeted in her lap, and her teeth gripped at her lower lip. She abused the small bit of flesh as nervous energy worked through her system. But as others piled in she smiled and said hello and tried to spark up some conversation just as the train whistle sounded off and the start of her journey began. <br><br>After a little while people started to move about the train, they came and went out of the little cabin Maria had claimed when first arriving on the train. After a bit sitting still just became too much, so Maria stood up and slipped out of the room if only to look around. Heck if she was lucky she'd come across that candy trolley she had heard the others mention. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>02-04-2018, 12:47:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d2/Corey_Gryff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14005990#msg14005990)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This compromise, until he has to change (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/8d/af/6d/8daf6d4b1dbce2b3b00d860792b900bb.jpg)<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>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform 9¾ &amp; Hogwarts Express<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Train Ride!<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> OPEN - Grace<br><hr>Despite the fact that he was practically asking for his heart to be sent into his shoes for the millionth time when he started asking Grace about her plans and or history with the opposite sex, Corey could not stop from laughing along when she tried on her ill fitting timid look, and especially when she tried to tickle him.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Whoa!&nbsp; Steady on!”&nbsp; Corey exclaimed, the bead of Coke splashing against his face giving him a vision of his last taste of the carbonated beverage ending up on the floor instead.&nbsp; &nbsp;“I’ll have to take you over my knee if you spill that!” He continued, his mind unthinkingly conjuring a phrase he had heard his mother say a thousand times.<br><br>As Grace settled against him, Corey noted that she did seem a bit smaller to him than she did last year, and indeed they fitted together even better.&nbsp; Figures.&nbsp; As Grace continued, misunderstanding his comment about not being able to tell who he was interested in (OBVS) and instead thinking that he was criticizing her sense of smell, Corey simply went with it.&nbsp; Explaining what he HAD meant would have opened all kinds of questions.&nbsp; “Oh, I don’t know.&nbsp; I mean, you tend to smell alright most of the time…” He said, leaning down to take a brief sniff of her hair before stopping suddenly.&nbsp; “MOST of the time.”<br><br>Grinning as he knew what kind of reaction he’d get from that, Corey was nevertheless brought up short as Grace’s penchant for terrible phrasing struck once more as she asked for the candy bar.&nbsp; Looking up at the ceiling of the train compartment, Corey sent a very sarcastic mental thanks to the powers that be for making this year so much easier on him.&nbsp; “Here, take it all, Grace…” He replied, showing that he was not immune to speaking without thinking himself.&nbsp; “I’ve had enough.”&nbsp; Looking down, Corey guided the Snickers bar past Grace’s lips, mostly, unable to keep from squirming beneath her a bit.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>03-04-2018, 15:13:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/545f11e60c28a82bc1652d93407f4868/tumblr_p4gm22rmPT1wz6gjeo9_250.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (http://pm1.narvii.com/6161/079626acd31e9016ffda804b0750990846b230c5_00.jpg) plus Nike's (http://www.airmaxy.pl/wp-content/uploads/nike-sb-stefan-janoski-max-mid-leather-dark-obsidianmetallic-silver-1.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Fir | Dragon | 12 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Unsorted | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform 9¾ &amp; Hogwarts Express<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Getting settled<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Privelege - Incubus (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOarft2T-l4)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open | Maria<br><hr><br>Finley finished the last few puffs of his cigarette, knowing full well he likely wouldn’t get another opportunity to smoke for hours. Enjoying each and every drag he obtained from the smoke until there was nothing but a filter in his grasp, he flicked it to the ground and stamped it out with the sole of his shoe. Grabbing his effects, he then hurried along through the crowd and ran at the pillar between Platforms 9 and 10. <br><br>He had been told about it enough times to know exactly what to do and per his request - which was more of an insistence - he was there alone. Of course, saying goodbye to his family was important to him, but they had already thrown him a surprise farewell party. There was no need to prolong the parting song, as it were. So, after handling his baggage and boarding the Hogwarts Express, he took in a deep breath. <br><br>This was it. It was finally his time. He’d be able to see Hogwarts with his own eyes, instead of living vicariously through his parents and aunt. His younger cousins would be all over him come the holidays, undoubtedly wanting to know every bit and parcel of his experiences at the magical institution. Knowing Finley, he’d likely be only too happy to share as much as he could remember, with them. <br><br>The train was taking off and Finley was in a compartment with a few people he didn’t know. Then again, he supposed he wouldn’t know many people at all, unless they had gone to the muggle school he’d attended for the majority of his life. Once they took off and had been maintaining speed rather than building it up, it seemed the students were free to walk around.<br><br>Finley did just that, leaving his compartment and immediately bumping into someone. “Oh, shit.” He spun quickly round to look at what - or who - he’d just hit. Of course, it had to be a gorgeous girl. “I’m sorry, are you alright?” He asked with furrowed brows, raising his hands as if to offer some sort of assistance, though they just looked a bit awkward hanging there for seemingly no reason. <br><br>“I’m Finley,” he felt the need to give his name, but chuckled shortly after. Truthfully, he had only said his name with the hope that she’d reveal hers. “We should probably exchange insurance information, in case you need any repairs or whatever.” He joked, though the minute after he said it, he wondered if it had even made sense… or if it was even funny, for that matter. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>04-04-2018, 03:40:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://nebula.wsimg.com/214ee23493a43c1f041b3d4bd05d74f2?AccessKeyId=F9BC88121657E8A2F304&amp;disposition=0&amp;alloworigin=1)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Maria Alexandra Dosamantes-Novyi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14035746#msg14035746)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> &nbsp;(https://media.musely.com/u/55f1c636-6ccc-4438-ae43-a954d9810d58.jpg) with a light trench coat<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Acacia wand with a Thunderbird Feather core 11 inches long<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: 1st year, unassigned<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform 9¾ | Hogwarts Express<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Arriving, getting on the train and finally walking about the train<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> OPEN<br><hr>Maria made her way through the train car, ducking past one student or another. Soft hello's and excuse me's were given as she passed them. In truth, Maria had no idea where she was heading, but she just couldn't stay in that cabin and sit still any longer. Smooth steps carried Maria along her uncharted path, that was until someone suddenly stepped into her path to quickly for her to react. <br><br>She bumped into the taller frame with a huff, one hand coming up in time to catch on of the ones Finn held up to steady her. Maria blinked and looked up at him with a shocked smile, "It's...ah.., It's ok," she nodded and stood there for a moment before her mind caught up with what was happening. Her vibrant eyes glancing up at the handsome stranger she had run into. "I'm ok really, I'm easy to miss and I wasn't really paying attention. Totally my fault," she rambled a bit before letting go of his hand slowly. <br><br>"I'm Maria, it is nice to bump into you, or well get bumped by you." her brows scrunched as she winced at her confused words for a moment. "Insurance," she blinked for a moment and then it clicked, "Oh," she laughed softly, one hand coming up to cover her lips as the warm sound slipped past them. "No it's I think we can let this one go....this time." she teased lightly, the hand covering her lips reached and brushed back her raven dark hair behind her ear, "I was ah...looking for the snack trolley, you wouldn't have seen it before our crash perhaps?" Maria asked in an effort to keep the small exchange going. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>05-04-2018, 09:43:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/c0/bc/39/c0bc39a3df476bff5859875b7587c039.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Rosalyn Lamoureux<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Seafoam dreams (https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=236675142[/URL)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 10 Inch/Alder/Unicorn hair- Slightly flexible <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, year 3<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 1st, <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:45 AM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Compartment on the train <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Chatting... and turning on the sensual French charm... {Snogging alert}<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Rosalyn's theme- La Vie En Rose (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NK9zdPj-oslink)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Zacharias Warde, closed.<br>Mentioning: N/A<br><hr><br><strong>{Zacharias}</strong> "And, how exactly, do you plan on doing that?"<br><br>Rosalyn put up absolutely no resistance at all as Zacharias skillfully hoisted her up into his lap, her knees arranged just right around his thighs, her rose pink lips parted ever so softly as one of his strong masculine hands grasped her backside and drew her in as close as he could until Rosalyn could practically feel the heat of his manhood pulsing from within his trousers...<br><br>Oddly enough... it was rather exciting...<br><br>This lips of his... kissing at the flesh just below her ear and venturing up to her earlobe... it made her shiver with desire...<br><br>Zacharias was definitely getting under her skin in a way she could not say she disliked...<br><br>His other hand grasping her arm in much more gentle grip drew her upper half in to almost squash her lush plentiful breasts against his firm chest. Zacharias Warde was all virile man and it was utterly delicious... was it too terribly wanton of her to experience such lust towards a stranger if that stranger was her fiance? <br><br>There was definitely a spark... she'd be blind and dumb to try and deny that, plus the whole family alliance thing their parents wanted so much... if they were going to be pushed together and there just happened to be a rather delightful spark between them... why not make the best of this situation, right? They still had an opportunity for happiness if only they were both open minded enough to pursue it and take a chance.<br><br><strong>{Zacharias}</strong> "Is there anything else you wanted to ask, Rosalyn?" <br><br>“Have you ever experienced a real 'French kiss'? And how long can you go before you need to come up for air?” Rosalyn murmured softly, her jade green gaze the absolute epitome of 'bedroom eyes' as one corner of her mouth lifted slightly in a sensuous smirk "I must tell you... the French do it so much better..."<br><br>She wanted to know... she wanted to know how much hotter Zacharias could fan the spark she felt and she wanted to know if he was feeling it too... then, if she was certain he was willing to be faithful, she saw no reason whatsoever not to let him have what was rightfully his...<br><br>With that in mind, Rosalyn leaned in and captured Zacharias's mouth with hers in a passionate kiss, she parted his lips gingerly with her open and plunged her sweet velvety tongue into his mouth to caress and wrestle with his own... he tasted like honey and spice, a taste that was so exquisitely male, she liked it so much she could stop&nbsp; almost inaudible moan into his mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>05-04-2018, 17:38:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Grace_Gryff_5.png)</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/2016/02/InTheFrow-LFW1-Amber-Rose-Photography-34.jpg) - changing into dress robes during ride<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>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning (prior to 11)<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform 9¾ | Hogwarts Express<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Come on ride the train! And ride it! <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> The Middle - Zedd, Marrin Morris, Grey (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lNPN4tLlgxQ)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Corey | Open<br><hr><br>Grace giggled at her own clumsiness, swiping that bead of Coke from Corey’s cheek without much thought. After carefully setting the can down against the windowsill, she gasped animatedly at Corey’s words. “You’ll take me over your knee and do what, exactly?” Her brows were raised pointedly, but also curiously, being a child who never remembered being spanked by her mom. Her laughter rang out afterward, likely saving him from having to actually answer. <br><br>When the quiet settled around them again - well, as quiet as it could hope to get with the two of them together, anyway - Grace leaned on Corey and felt her eyelids growing heavy. She was oblivious about what piece of their conversation she had misunderstood. But, Corey played along anyway, claiming that she smelled alright most of the time. Grace scoffed, keeping a smirk on her face as she replied in a mutter. “‘Least I smell better than you. All the time.” <br><br>A few chuckles streamed forth afterward, though the slap on the arm that Corey may have been expecting didn’t happen. She was too comfortable leaned up against him and didn’t much want to ruin that. Though he deserved it! Instead, she opted for another bite of the candy bar, prompting Corey to give her a bit. Her mouth opened in expectation as Corey remarked that she could have it all, claiming to have eaten his share already. “Really?” She questioned, eyeing him from below, before he guided the end of the half-eaten bar to her mouth.<br><br>She reached up and took hold of the wrapped end, then snapped off a small bite and folded the remaining wrapping paper around the edge. “Best save it for later, then.” She advised, placing it behind her on the seat. Hopefully she wouldn’t forget about it later and wind up staining chocolate all over her outfit.<br><br><hr><br>Grace fell asleep shortly thereafter, using the nook between Corey’s shoulder and neck as her personal pillow. The gentle ride lulled her into a light slumber, just enough to doze off and get lost for a while. Or so she thought. By the time the commotion around them coming from other compartments roused her, she blinked herself awake and looked out the window, only to discover that they were just about to pull up at Hogsmeade station. <br><br>“Aww,” she whined, turning round to look at Corey. “I missed the snack trolley?” She disappointedly asked, though the answer was obvious already. “Did you get me anything?” Grace almost teased, before leaning over and reaching for the Coke, taking a swig of it, then offering the can to Corey, before standing up and tripping over her own shoes. Thankfully her hands reached out for the window and she caught herself, keeping from falling and shattering an ankle in those heels she wore. <br><br>“Whoop!” She exclaimed, then steadied herself, grabbing her purse and pulling the black, cloak-like robe out of it. “Better get changed. Looks like we’re about there.” Taking her own advice, she eased her purse off and shrugged the cloak on, then held her arms up as if to examine them. “Hm…” The sleeves seemed longer than she remembered. Perhaps a trip to the tailor was in order. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>05-04-2018, 18:00:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/545f11e60c28a82bc1652d93407f4868/tumblr_p4gm22rmPT1wz6gjeo9_250.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (http://pm1.narvii.com/6161/079626acd31e9016ffda804b0750990846b230c5_00.jpg) plus Nike's (http://www.airmaxy.pl/wp-content/uploads/nike-sb-stefan-janoski-max-mid-leather-dark-obsidianmetallic-silver-1.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Fir | Dragon | 12 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Unsorted | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform 9¾ &amp; Hogwarts Express<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Getting settled<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Privelege - Incubus (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOarft2T-l4)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open | Maria<br><hr><br>When her hand raised to grab hold of his, Finley used his leverage to tilt her upright. Just enough to ensure she wouldn’t teeter over. Shortly afterward, her gaze found his and those large, doe like eyes caught him off guard. Her smile was even more profound, although that seemed highly improbable. <br><br>She softly spoke, taking a moment to steady herself and professing a meek acceptance of his apology. His hand was still holding onto hers, but he didn’t necessarily want to let it go. At least, not until he was sure she was okay on her own two feet. Yeah, that was the reason. Her following words caused Finley’s head to shake, blinking in confusion. “You? Easy to miss?” A snicker left him. “I whole-heartedly disagree.” <br><br>Then she tried to take the blame for him bumping into her. “No, really. It’s mine. I was in a rush to get out and stretch m’legs. Wasn’t watching where I was going.” His head shook as he chuckled at himself. That was when she released his hand, and although he understood that holding onto someone you just met for too long was… odd, he immediately yearned to feel that warmth against his palm again. <br><br>Her introduction was just as charming as she was, making his grin grow a little wider when she revealed her name and confessed it was nice to be bumped into by him. “In that case, I’ll need to try and do it more often.” Seemingly, his comment about insurance was a dud. As he had suspected. “Yeah, it’s… nevermind.” But just as he was starting to backpedal, she laughed a gentle, musical sound. Finley was sure his grin had grown even wider, as his cheeks were starting to hurt.<br><br>“Right, <em>this</em> time.” He agreed, nodding as he slid his hands into the pockets of his pants. Maria mentioned the snack trolley, which was what she had been searching for. “Oh, right. It’s supposed to come round when the trip is about half over.” He untucked one hand from his pocket and reached around to another pocket, lower along his leg, where he pulled free a pocket watch. Snapping it open, he checked the time, then nodded as he replaced it where it belonged. “Should be…” <br><br>He trailed off, then pointed to the opposite end of the compartment they were stood in, just in time for the doors to open and the trolley cart to appear. Finn flashed Maria a winning smirk. “Right there.” Talk about perfect timing. “Let me get you something. It's the least I can do, yeah?” He waved her onward as he walked down the narrow hallway and headed to the trolley. “What would you like?” He inquired, while rifling through his pockets for Sickles. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>07-04-2018, 03:44:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://nebula.wsimg.com/214ee23493a43c1f041b3d4bd05d74f2?AccessKeyId=F9BC88121657E8A2F304&amp;disposition=0&amp;alloworigin=1)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Maria Alexandra Dosamantes-Novyi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14035746#msg14035746)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> &nbsp;(https://media.musely.com/u/55f1c636-6ccc-4438-ae43-a954d9810d58.jpg) with a light trench coat<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Acacia wand with a Thunderbird Feather core 11 inches long<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: 1st year, unassigned<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform 9¾ | Hogwarts Express<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong><br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Finn, <br><hr>Maria smiled as Finn disagreed with her statement of being easy to miss. She wasn't sure if it was true, but it was nice of him to say. He was being sweet, which was something Maria could appreciate. In fact, most the people she had chatted with, even if it was simply in passing had been nice. It was a pleasant surprise, and Finley's kind words made her smile. "Well....thank you," Maria said with a nod finding she wasn't sure what else to say to his kind words. <br><br>"Well how about we agree that it was a joint effort run in." she laughed with him, once again covering her lips as she did so. Her hands fidgeting once they fell away, the warmth of his touch leaving them and making her fingers feel oddly cold. "Besides I can understand needing to get up and move. I couldn't sit still any longer either, I feel as if I have all this energy and nothing to do with it while we are stuck on the train," she explained and agreed with him at the same time. <br><br>"I would like that," Maria smiled warmly and nodded firmly. "Well maybe with a bit less on the run in, and more of a meetup," she suggested with a playful tone. Finley seemed to have a good energy about him, and a kind smile that put her at ease. The nervous butterflies began to settle as they spoke, her stature relaxing a bit. Though her eyes became curious as Finely pulled a pocket watch out and mentioned the snack trolley. "Already half there." her words trailed off for a moment as a small yet happy smile played over her lips. Maria was still so excited as if her life was starting over yet again. Only this time it held more promise then her past ever did. <br><br>She blinked as if coming back from her thoughts when Finley spoke up once more. It seemed his timing or maybe theirs was perfect as the trolley suddenly appeared at the end of the train car. "Oh wow, you had perfect timing." Maria nodded happily and blinked in surprise at Finely's offer to buy her something. "You don't have to, I mean if you really want to," Maria paused for a moment and nibbled her lip before her smirk returned, "I won't say no," she said moved with him down the train car and up to the trolley. <br><br>The older woman pushing the cart smiled, "What will it be, every flavor beans, chocolate frogs?" she asked with a smile. "No chocolate frogs, I've never been able to eat them without feeling bad since watching my siblings eat them. Picking the legs off as they wiggle or biting off the head as it struggles to get free." she shook her head, "I know it's silly," she shrugged a bit and laughed at herself, a hand covering her lips again. "Well we have other chocolates, and sugar quills, Fizzy Whizbees, and plenty more." the old woman explained, "Oh Fizzy whizzbees, those sound good or maybe a sugar quill. What do you think Finley?" she asked looking up at him with that same warm smile from before. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>07-04-2018, 04:59:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/545f11e60c28a82bc1652d93407f4868/tumblr_p4gm22rmPT1wz6gjeo9_250.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (http://pm1.narvii.com/6161/079626acd31e9016ffda804b0750990846b230c5_00.jpg) plus Nike's (http://www.airmaxy.pl/wp-content/uploads/nike-sb-stefan-janoski-max-mid-leather-dark-obsidianmetallic-silver-1.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Fir | Dragon | 12 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Unsorted | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform 9¾ &amp; Hogwarts Express<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Getting settled<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Privelege - Incubus (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOarft2T-l4)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open | Maria<br><hr><br>His grin broadened after Maria thanked him for his compliment. In truth, her slightly bashful smile was what caused his to stretch a bit wider. She was quite a sight to behold, even more so when a smile broke out over her features and caused her pale skin to glow. Instead of replying, he settled for a nod of acknowledgement. It occurred to him then that he may have been enjoying the view a little too much and should probably stop staring before she felt creeped out. <br><br>Again, his ears were struck with the sound of her giggle. It was hard not to chuckle in response, and impossible to wipe the dopey grin from off his face. “Agreed,” he concurred easily. Well, at least that bit was settled. “Right! My legs were starting to get all prickly. You know, like when you lose the feeling in them?” <br><br>He rolled his shoulders, seemingly stretching out his back slightly. “At least the train ride isn’t that long.” Finley started. “Er, well, that’s what they say, anyway.” It wasn’t like he’d ever actually taken the trip before. For that matter, it wasn’t like his parents would have remembered exactly how long the train ride was when they were students decades prior.<br><br>Maria was agreeable about him bumping into her again, albeit, perhaps with slightly less force the next time. “Right. Must remember not to barrel into you next time. Wouldn’t want to have to send you off to the Infirmary to get fixed up.” Though they were just having a casual conversation, Finley couldn’t help feeling a bit of tension in his chest. Talking with her was easy, despite her beauty. But, standing in front of her, somehow, was trying. <br><br>With perfect timing, he called the arrival of the snack trolley, trying to keep his smirk from looking too cocky as the trolley witch approached. Maria complimented his timing and Finley’s gaze fell away in what had to be a morsel of embarrassment. <br><br>Truthfully, he had done the math in his head just that quickly. He’d heard the story from his family members before - knowing how long the train ride typically took, he was able to divide that time in half and figure out the halfway point, which was when he knew the snack trolley made its rounds. From there, he just figured the difference between the compartments and the end of the train, which was where he assumed her cart was set up, and there you had it. Perhaps a spot of it was luck, too. <br><br>Eager to change topics and get back onto the much more significant subject of snacks, Finley offered to buy a little something for her. They made their way quickly over to the trolley cart and Finley had to remind himself to greet the witch before studying the candies she supplied.<br><br>It was adorable how Maria tried to bypass the offer, suggesting he didn’t have to. “I know I don’t have to. I’m not obligated to or anything. But I want to. For your trouble.” He reassured her as best as he could, before she and the witch got into a conversation about the types of candies available. When Maria asked for his opinion, he shifted where he stood, pointing to each item as he talked about them.<br><br>“Well. Must say, I understand your concerns about the chocolate frogs. Though they’ve only got one good jump in ‘em to begin with, it’s still a bit disconcerting how lifelike they really are, isn’t it? Then, Bertie Bott’s beans are a bit of a risky gamble. Half the box is decent while the other half is rubbish. Sugar quills probably taste alright but I’m in favor of of my teeth, personally.” He snuck a glance at Maria, hoping his opinion about the potential for cavities wasn’t too offputting. <br><br>“Finally, Fizzy Whizbees I’ve heard might be made of animal parts and beyond that, they cause you to levitate whilst you’re eating them” Finley shook his head, demonstrating that he was very much against the idea of not being in control of something such as floating in air. “Then, we’ve got the Licorice wands.” Finley made a disgusted face. Enough said. “Which leaves us with the Pumpkin pasties and the Cauldron cakes. Both of which I’ve heard are delicious.” <br><br>He turned to Maria, dropping his arm to pass the witch a couple of Sickles. “Let’s say two of each.” Finley placed the order for them both, planning it out so that they could each try some of one, and have another for later. Depending on which one she favored, he might even give her his extra treat. <br><br>Not long after that, the trolley witch handed them over four petite boxes, two of which containing the Cauldron cakes and two of which containing the Pumpkin pasties. “Thanks!” He grinned, taking at least two from the woman so that Maria didn’t have to hold the lot. “Shall we sit somewhere to eat these? Oh, right. Almost forgot.” He turned over his shoulder again, taking out another couple of coins. <br><br>“Two pumpkin juices, as well, if I may.” The witch smiled to the pair and handed over two juices, which were conveniently in bottles with a pumpkin shaped cap. Finley nodded to the witch afterward, balancing the two bottles and two boxes in both his hands, as he waited for Maria to take them someplace to enjoy their share. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>07-04-2018, 05:18:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/be/bd/d1/bebdd1f536acc8dd2c6eb49109d974fb--third-future-husband.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Hikaru Matsukoto<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">This outfit, minus glasses</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://sakurayume.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/gacktrecording.png)</div></div><br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 11 Inch/Dogwood/Erkling dart<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: 1st, house TBA<br><strong>Date</strong>:&nbsp; September 1st ,2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:30 AM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform Nine and Three Quarters, Hogwarts Express<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Looking for a compartment to park in<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Immortals- Fallout Boy Cover by Caleb Hyles (song ends at 3:32, the rest is Caleb chattering) (http://link)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Silas (Jag) and Loveday (Redphoenix), Open<br><hr><br><strong>{Loveday}</strong> "I dunno." Loveday said to the admittedly rather good looking youngster who came in as she took a drag. "Only men in here so far are wankers and prats you qualify as either or you here to class up the joint a bit?" <br><br>A hint of an amused smirk curved Hikaru's perfect kissable mouth as her comments about the other man present in the compartment with them... it implied to him that he wouldn't have much competition for the lady's favorable attention. He'd admit it, he rather liked being the brightest shining star in the room where the ladies were concerned.<br><br>“To earn your favor, lovely one, I will be whatever you want me to be” Hikaru purred softly, his storm blue eyes trained on Loveday as he approached to gently reach for the most available hand and lift it to his lips for a brief kiss to her knuckles before releasing it, he gave her one his best smiles that always seemed to make the girls weak at the knees “Might I request the honor of your name?”<br><br>If the other male offered his name, that was all well and good, but for the moment... Hikaru's gaze was only for Loveday. His sensuously mischievous smile with purpose.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>07-04-2018, 15:09:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Silas_Rav_1.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Silas Cork (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998460#msg13998460)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Silas might be a pirate...but without the gun and rum. (https://scontent-ort2-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/21728393_1466045260152811_4125076999215941572_n.jpg?oh=1f43d05bbc9b541c793af58b4cd34bc8&amp;oe=5B451ADC)<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>: Sept. 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:30am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Train Compartment<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Your Makeup Is Terrible, But I Love You Anyway (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oqGJ7I75aTE)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Loveday Marley (RedPhoenix) and Hikaru Matsukoto (LamentingQuill), -OPEN-<br><hr><br>It took a lot of effort not to roll his eyes at the new kid. He was really in for a shock when he found out that Loveday wasn't the girliest of women, "...honor of your name..." he huffed lowly with a small chuckle. Had he laid it on that thick when he was a first and second year? Yeah. He most certainly had. That's why he nearly broke his nose on the first day trying to jump over the bench seat at the Ravenclaw table. Trying to look 'cool' for one of the girls. Someday, he imagined this one was going to learn that girls weren't all always impressed with the same thing and he would have to work to adjust his mannerisms based on what he learned by observing them.<br><br>It wasn't beyond him that the younger male had chosen to ignore the fact that he'd introduced himself. He seemed clearly focused on Loveday. Once again, he felt like if Loveday gave the kid a chance, he wouldn't survive it.<br><br>The train was moving now and he felt it best to find his trunk before someone else decided to break into it and curse his clothing or something. A guy two years ago had charmed his clothing to constantly itch after a bad breakup. It took weeks for him to figure out that he didn't have some kind of illness and that it was his clothes, "Well, while you honor him with your name, My Queen, I'm going to go rescue my stuff from the hands of some of my other more petty ex," he talked as he climbed to his feet and straightened out his pirate coat. He intended on keeping it. And, as if he realized that the other guy saw him as someone who wasn't the competition, he closed the small space between himself and Loveday's seat. He reached down and mimicked Hikaru's gesture of taking her hand and kissing the back of it, "And if the Queen would like to honor me with her attention sometime, maybe we could talk about a few things. Might make us both feel a little better, eh?" the scruff on his chin tickled the back of her hand. Silas could manage to be a tolerable person on occasion, "I'll trade you a talk for me cheering you on in the first Quidditch match instead of Topher," he smiled lightly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>08-04-2018, 05:18:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://nebula.wsimg.com/214ee23493a43c1f041b3d4bd05d74f2?AccessKeyId=F9BC88121657E8A2F304&amp;disposition=0&amp;alloworigin=1)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Maria Alexandra Dosamantes-Novyi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14035746#msg14035746)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> &nbsp;(https://media.musely.com/u/55f1c636-6ccc-4438-ae43-a954d9810d58.jpg) with a light trench coat<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Acacia wand with a Thunderbird Feather core 11 inches long<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: 1st year, unassigned<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform 9¾ | Hogwarts Express<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong><br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Finn, <br><hr>Maria was finding that she enjoyed Finley's smile. It was warm, genuine, sweet and a just a little bit goofy. It gave a hint to the man behind the smile, and he seemed like someone she'd enjoy getting to know. Maria didn't seem to notice the way he looked her over. Though she did wonder what was going on behind those rich and bright as the talked. <br><br>The deep laugh that joined hers made Maria feel at ease. His explanation about having to sit so still made perfect sense to her. "I totally get that, I hate to feel stuck. Not to mention how exciting it is to finally be going to Hogwarts." she smiled a bit and brushed back some of her hair, "I hope it's not, train rides are nice. But I can't wait to get my first year started. I can't help but wonder what house I will end up in either." Maria paused realizing she was rambling a bit. "Sorry, I ramble sometimes. Just tell me to shush any time." she giggled lightly, her hand once again covering the smile and stifling the sound. <br><br>"I can see the nurse now as we explain what happened." she said with a nod, "You see what had happened was, there was a drive-by Finely and my airbags didn't deploy," Maria said with another short laugh, again her hand stifled the sound. She didn't realize how her words may have been taken, but the playful tone remained. Maria found herself enjoying the stolen moment with Finley. A flutter she couldn't identify playing through her stomach every time he smiled at her. <br><br>"Trouble?" she repeated the word in a slightly confused tone, "I'm no trouble, or well you didn't cause me any." she tried to correct herself, her hands waving lightly. "But I won't fight the offer, not when sweets are on the line," Maria smirked a bit and looked at the candies once more. "It is, I mean they are so lifelike. If even for a moment, I just get called a wuss about it. But I don't care, guess I'm just a big softy." she shrugged a bit as her tongue slipped over her teeth. "Oh well can't be losing any of those." <br><br>She listened to Finley as he described the candies, and blinked as he explained what happened with the Fizzy Whizbees. Maria looked to her skirt and then to Finley and back to her skirt again and nodded, "Probably best we avoid those." she said with a soft blush realizing just what sort of predicament she could have found herself in. And what sort of show Finley might have gotten. Yes floating about was probably best left for when she was wearing pants. <br><br>Maria let Finley order for them, trusting his taste in sweets, especially since he was paying for them. Not to mention what he picked out sounded so very yummy it was hard to say no. Maria helped hold the offered items as they were boxed, "Thank you." she nodded to the old lady in thanks. "These sound so good, I can't wait to try them," she said before he ordered a few juices for them as well. Helping carrying what he had ordered she nodded, "Where would you like to sit? Not that we have many options on the train, wish they had some outside seating. We could claim one of the rooms as our own I suppose?" she suggested with a soft nod.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>08-04-2018, 19:37:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Finn_Hogwarts.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Finn Balor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14009402#msg14009402)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Student Robes<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Cedar Wood, Unicorn Hair Core, 14 1/2 inches, Very inflexible, with smooth wood.<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: 1st Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday September 1st, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Outside of the bathrooms on the Hogwarts express<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> New Meeting<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Darcy Fredrickson<br><hr><br><br>Finn honestly hadn't meant to get in the way of the photo, but the reaction in kind also wasn't what he had been expecting. Perhaps it was a force of habit to expect the worst reaction possible after living under his father's roof for as long as he had. There was no good excuse for it, but her response was a surprise, and he'd pause for a moment before shaking his head. Did she mean she wanted to take another picture with him? <br><br>"What's a proper selfie?" Finn asked tilting his head. The honest truth was he had been raised in a pure-blood house that aside from a affair with Finn's mother, loathed everything muggle based. Naturally though Finn had heard of terms and words with it around school he had never been on social media, and never really understood it. "Do I need to move out of the way for it to be proper?" He asked? Maybe he reasoned in the moment, that she wanted to keep talking but also wanted her picture taken right.<br><br>She spoke about the picture being more of her first steps into adulthood, an escape from her parents. It was another surprise for Finn, but he reasoned that most on the train had spent their entire lives under supervision, six more years than the Heroes of Hogwarts and everyone before they were born. Finn's circumstances might have been unique, but in one way or another he probably had more in common with everyone on the train than he had realized. <br><br>"Well, aside from your sorting where I magic hat tells you what house you'll be cheering for, for the next seven years right?" He asked with a playful grin on his face. Did she know about the sorting? She was using muggle technology so the only thing he could be sure was that she wasn't a snobby pure-blood who disliked something just for being made by a muggle. <br><br>When she asked if he wanted to take a photo his left eyebrow would raise questionably. It was the second time her cheeks had turned red. Tilting his own he'd nod. "Didn't I already?" He asked playfully teasing her for a moment before taking a step forward with the soft grin on his features still. "If you'd like another though, sure....Show me how a selfie is done <em>properly</em>." He said, waiting for her to position him how she wanted. <br><br>Muggle phones weren't like wizards, you needed to be in the proper spot or everything was thrown off. Finn knew that much from the school photos he had to take, so he expected she'd want him in a very specific spot, and he'd let her guide him where she needed him to be. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>08-04-2018, 20:10:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/76/AaricSlyth1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Aaric Balor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998428#msg13998428)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Slytherin Student Uniform<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 4<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, Setember 1st 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:40 AM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Boarding the train<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversation<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Just a General Vibe for Aaric (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jSAjNWypykQ)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dante, Addy, Vale<br><hr><br><br>The Atmosphere inside of the compartment shifted a bit as their ride went along, really after Addy explained that she was supposed to go to Ilvermorny until five weeks earlier. The Russian girl who introduced herself as Vale feel quite, as had Dante, both turning their eyes out towards the landscape of Scotland while the train moved along. They were all new it seemed, so likely there were nerves on the mind. They weren't just going to Hogwarts for eight hours and then going back home. Hogwarts <em>was</em> home for the next seven years or however long they managed to last. Several dropped out after their sixth years, and more simply found they weren't cut out for the school. Those were only the natural fears to have, then there was the possibility he was the only pure-blood in the room, and a Slytherin no less. How might their feelings turn if they knew that he was apart of the now infamous house with all the pre-requisits ticked to be a death eater not twenty years earlier? <em>Mind, that only a handful of those in Hogwarts were death eaters and during the battle Slytherin did comeback to defend the school.</em> Most however were fixated on the house being one of villains, and ever since Voldemort's return there had been suspicion hurled at the green and silver of Hogwarts.<br><br>"Addy is a lovely name," Aaric replied turning his attention to her as she became the only one that appeared to be up to talking. Though it was a rather shy introduction, and perhaps suggest all three preferred to sit in silence. Or at the very least was a little shy by her nature. She however didn't stop responding as she took his next question in stride and explained that her family had recently moved to the Hogwarts territory and that was why she was there. It was a natural explanation, though he wondered if perhaps her parents hadn't pushed her to go to Howarts. Ilverymony wasn't necessarily bad, but from what he had read on, it was more or less a imitation of Hogwarts, and perhaps the isolationist nature of MACUSA had caused her parents to want her to broaden her horizons. <br><br>"Odd, you'd 'ave already been accepted in ta' Ilvermorny, wouldn' be much trouble to travel by floo or use a portkey to arrive however it is they get ya there." He said voicing his thoughts out loud before giving her a smirk. "I think Hogwarts is gettin' a steal gettin' you in ta' it's halls and dungeons." He said playfully. It was a light flirt, the girls wouldn't likely have heard of him yet, it wouldn't take long before they were warned away from him. Especially if they ended up in different houses from him. Aaric was known for two things, the ongoing struggle between him and the divination professor, and the fact he was a shameless flirt. <br><br>Turning his eyes to Vale, he'd consider talking to her, but if she wasn't in a talking mood. <em>Which fit perfect with suggesting that Durmstrang region had a habit of keeping to themselves</em>, he wouldn't disturb her. He was at Hogwarts for four more years, there'd be plenty of time to catch up with her in the future if fate allowed and he desired. It seemed their cabin was more of a <em>can't find any other seat</em>. Which was fine, Aaric would happily converse with Addy while she was up to it, no reason to make the rest uncomfortable without cause.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>08-04-2018, 21:19:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/T8tZBDV.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Darcy Fredricksen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14003815#msg14003815)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> The Nun Dress (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d0/7d/de/d07dde3b75dc39ee3a1face67146dd5c.jpg) for now!<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 16inch Hazel, Dragon Heart string, swishy<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: First year, no house as of yet!<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 1st ,2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10.40am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Start inside the carriage - moving to the outside the bathroom.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Teen stuff<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Finn<br><br><hr><br>Darcy blinked frowning as he asked what a proper selfie was. “One that's planned, not candid or bombed.” She pulled a half smile, shaking her head slightly her blonde hair bouncing slightly. Maybe she was too much of a muggle, she was sure she was going to stick out like a sore thumb.<br><br>He spoke of the hat, “Yes, well, I've been through a house system before. My school was very big on competition, builds character or something.” She rolled her eyes slightly. “There's a distinct difference between following the rules of an education system and the arbitrary rules our parents force upon us. The former rules are used to shape our lives into becoming a productive member of society and the latter are usually created to either make their own lives easier or force the mistakes of their parents onto us.” She smiled, her eyes glazing for a second wondering why she suddenly sounded like her passive-aggressive mother.<br><br>“Um...so what house do you want to be in?” She asked, lightening her tone trying to sound more like she was an airhead ditz. “I'm not sure what house I'd fit in best, I suppose I'd love to be in Gryffindor, what about you?” She asked. <br><br>Back to selfies she frowned as he asked if he was already in one she smiled shaking her head. “Not on purpose.” She laughed, she moved beside him wrapping her arm around his waist. “Ready?” She pulled her phone out again setting up for a camera, she made sure it was focused on the two of them. She tilted her head to the side she was clearly practised. “Say cheese.” She said softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>08-04-2018, 23:18:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ea/Loveday_Huffl_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Loveday Marley<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Open Hufflepuff Robe, Jean Shorts, Wedge Heels, White Tank Top, Visible Yellow Bra<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Poplar with Thunderbird Feather core, 12"<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff 6th Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Sept 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Train to Hogwarts<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Snappy Banter<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Blank Spaces (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e-ORhEE9VVg)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Nobody - mentioning Topher Dubois (Blythe), Silas Cork (Jag), Hikaru Matsukoto (LamentingQuill)<br><hr><br>Loveday was, quite frankly, caught off guard by having two guys kiss her hands in a matter of seconds. The cigarette hung form her lips as she tried to process what had just happened. <br><br>"Yeah, alright, I'm Loveday. Loveday Marley." She said matter of factly to Hikaru, still amazed the young wizard had the balls to approach her like this.<br><br>She was about to sneer at Silas and tell him where and how to shove it, but then he brought up cheering for her instead of Topher. "Well, alright, I'll see you later then." She said. She wanted to pull her hand back and slap his face as he kissed her, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Any little sign of affection from him seemed to just set her back to having eyes for him. She willed herself to stop being an idiot and pulled her hand back, but the kiss had been laid and the damage done.<br><br>"See now you can take 'is seat and class up the joint." She said as Silas made his exit. Not giving Hikaru a choice, she grabbed onto his arm and half-drug-half-shoved him into the chair the Ravenclaw boy had just departed. "Just don't let that one get to you." She nodded at the oddly quiet Topher. "He'll have you faking sickness to avoid me in no time."<br><br>After a few more exchanges of 'witty' banter, Loveday stood up and walked back to the compartment with her friends, looking rather pleased with herself although it was anyone's guess as to why exactly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>10-04-2018, 04:27:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Finn_Hogwarts.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Finn Balor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14009402#msg14009402)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Student Robes<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Cedar Wood, Unicorn Hair Core, 14 1/2 inches, Very inflexible, with smooth wood.<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: 1st Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday September 1st, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Outside of the bathrooms on the Hogwarts express<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> New Meeting<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Darcy Fredrickson<br><hr><br><br>Finn blinked when she replied that taking a proper photo wasn't real difficult at all. In fact it sounded to him like the odds of not taking a proper photo were much lower then messing it up. Perhaps the Balor estate was simply too perfect for their own good? Or maybe it was a difference in style. That didn't make much sense as photos weren't frozen perfectly in frame for wizards, but many still posed. <em>Finn suspected if a picture was taken you didn't want to be apart of, then your photo self would do what it could to escape being in the picture as long as it was possible.</em> <br><br>"Ooh, then I'm sorry my timing was that perfect, a second sooner or later and you'd have had a proper one." He said with a light sigh and a frown on his features. She didn't seem to be taking it incredibly serious, and that did help him to relax a touch. Rather then keeping his defenses up he found she was easy enough to talk too.<br><br>Finn nodded, "I'm not sure if the houses are supposed to entirely be about competition, though shaping students I think you're spot on. How many Slytherins turned out to be snakes?" He asked with light amusement. Was it entirely fair? Probably not, but Finn followed history, and the simply fact was in the last few decades no house churned out dark wizards like Slytherin did. Was it about connections and who you went to school with? Probably, but it was a fact that was a little hard to ignore. <br><br>"Despite what I just said, getting into Slytherin would be a bit of a badge of honor for me, I'd make some choice individuals eat their words." He said, a smile on his features at the thought of it. "I'd be happy to find myself in Gryffindor, though really making it this far means a great deal to me." He said. Gryffindor was the traditional rival of the Slytherin house, and at least half of his bloodline came from a <em>long</em> line of Slytherins. The fact he had been opposition meant, at least <em>theoretically</em> Finn would fit in well with Gryffindors. <em>There were also the qualities of being hyper competitive, and a bit of a adrenaline junkie but he didn't need to voice that.</em><br><br>"Well if it matters that I'm in a <em>proper</em> one." He said with a light chuckle lifting his arm to rest on her shoulder so he could lean in a touch closer to her as she wrapped her arm around his back. Smiling for the picture she took. "Cheese" He said waiting for her to snap the photo.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>10-04-2018, 15:49:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/7l5hsIl.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Adalheida "Addy" Ogden (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998458#msg13998458)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Channeling Wednesday Addams. (https://orig00.deviantart.net/4dee/f/2017/325/2/e/2ec705a99b20cf9aa013a69614e210ad-dbuf8n5.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Beech Wood, Rougarou Hair, 11.5'<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: 1st Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept. 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:45am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform Nine and Three Quarters, boarding train<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong><br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Pick up all the pieces and go back to the start. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Tt3Ev-6pAM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Aaric Balor (Untamed Skies) and Valeriya Sokolov (Wicked Emi) -OPEN-<br><hr><br>Vale seemed the quiet type, at least for the moment, and Addy could appreciate that. The handsome, older guy seemed to make up for the lack of conversation though. He complimented her name and even went on to flirt with her. That was flirting, right? Addy didn't have much experience in those situations, but she was sure it was a light flirt, "Uh...thanks. It's short for Adalheida. You can call me whichever you want."<br><br>"It's really not that simple though. Floo and Portkeys don't work as well over long distances. They can work, but it's hit or miss. It can be rather dangerous. An ocean is a long way to travel, even magically," she knew because she'd brought all that up to her parents before. They didn't care that she would only see them during holidays and summers and that it wouldn't be that difficult to find ways to travel for those short periods of time. They wanted her in Hogwarts and in London. <br><br><br>"I'm sure my mom and dad have their own reasons for wanting me to come to Hogwarts," and she was sure all of them involved her would be girlfriend and that pagan group she'd been hanging out with. They were always terrified she would accidentally use real magic and out herself to the No-Maj. Getting an ocean distance between her and them was for the best, they felt. Getting an ocean between her and the thing they refused to discuss was their way of trying to put a stop to it. Her mother had been pettily happy when she came home one day and shouted that Sarah had broken up with her because she didn't want a long-distance relationship. She blamed her parents for it and they quietly accepted the blame, because they were thrilled with the outcome. It upset her, even now, that in a relationship like theirs, they couldn't manage to be accepting that their daughter might be attracted to women as well as men.<br><br>"Still trying to get excited about coming here. I was really looking forward to Ilvermorny. It's, uh, it's been a bit of a culture shock, I guess. What do you like about Hogwarts?" she asked Aaric. He seemed to be the only one of the four that wanted to talk and he was the only one who had prior experience at the school anyway, "Any tips? They get super upset with students who might bring in possibly invasive species?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>10-04-2018, 18:27:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/545f11e60c28a82bc1652d93407f4868/tumblr_p4gm22rmPT1wz6gjeo9_250.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (http://pm1.narvii.com/6161/079626acd31e9016ffda804b0750990846b230c5_00.jpg) plus Nike's (http://www.airmaxy.pl/wp-content/uploads/nike-sb-stefan-janoski-max-mid-leather-dark-obsidianmetallic-silver-1.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Fir | Dragon | 12 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Unsorted | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform 9¾ &amp; Hogwarts Express<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Getting settled<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Privelege - Incubus (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOarft2T-l4)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open | Maria<br><hr><br>While Maria rambled, Finley simply leaned back and enjoyed the show. It was quite a nice sight to behold; her soft, pink lips moving to articulate the words she was speaking. He didn’t mind it in the slightest, so when she apologized for digressing, Finley held a hand up, pardoning her with a gesture. “Nothing to apologize for,” he encouraged with a small shake of his head. “I quite enjoy it.” Finley flashed her a charming smile, hoping it helped to negate any pervy connotations in his last remark.<br><br>Perhaps even more remarkable than watching her lips moving while she spoke, was watching her face light up as she giggled, along with the bashful way that she hid part of her face behind a delicate hand. He allowed himself another moment to watch her, to really appreciate the sight, before he felt the need to tear his gaze away, difficult as that was to do. <br><br>A sudden chuckle fled from Finley when Maria described a scenario with the nurse, mentioning that her airbags didn’t deploy. He thought better than to correct her with a line about how he commonly referred to them as ‘fun bags.’ Just the same, he laughed it off and bit his tongue, only adding a bit when he was sure he wouldn’t say something stupid. “She’d probably report us to the Police and then we’d wind up with a ticket on top of everything else.” <br><br>Their small talk at the sweets trolley was enough to make Finley realize that he was quite enchanted by her shyness. In and of itself, it was like a conundrum. Though she appeared reserved in a number of ways, she also started to show signs of opening up and enjoying herself in his company. Well, that feeling was certainly mutual. She assured him that she was no trouble, though that wasn’t the intent of his words, and hers warranted a perk of his brow. He eyed her suspiciously when she corrected herself and claimed he caused her no trouble.<br><br>“Are you sure about that?” He quizzically asked, though he expected no answer. It was more to jokingly poke at how she had slipped up the first time she tried to say it. With the topic of sweets on the line, Finley seemed able to convince her about why the inferior options were as such, inferior choices. He was thankful for that. It wasn’t until he mentioned levitation that Maria looked away, down at her skirt, before murmuring that they should avoid them as well. Finley hadn’t even considered the predicament she could have wound up in, had he not mentioned it. “Right.” He nodded, a comically serious expression on his face. <br><br>Once they had all of their supplies, Finley led them to an unoccupied train compartment after Maria mentioned it. He barely managed to slide the compartment door open with a finger, given how much he’d been holding, but once it was propped open just slightly, he shoved the rest of the way open with his shoe. “There we are!” He announced, looking at the empty space inside. “All to ourselves.” He grinned, then leaned down to set the items on one of the seats. “Which one were you wanting to try out first? Pumpkin or chocolate?” He asked from over his shoulder, intent on opening one of the packages straight away, whilst opening the pumpkin juices.<br><br>He handed one bottle to her, then perched the other against the sill of the window at the opposite side of the compartment. As he waited for her to decide, he took a swift sip of juice and released a sigh of satisfaction at the taste. “These taste even better than they sound,” he jovially informed her. Setting it back down on the sill, he sat himself on a seat, scooting the boxes closer and looking at the two options as he considered which one he wanted to try first. “I’m thinking… since we’ve got the pumpkin juice already, I’d like to give this cauldron cake a try. I’ve heard it’s a quick favorite. My aunt used to buy these by the armful and keep ‘em round for snacks during the year, because they apparently sell out very quickly at Hogsmeade.” With that, he opened up the box and showed Maria how it looked out of its packaging (https://hips.hearstapps.com/del.h-cdn.co/assets/17/24/480x368/gallery-1497282953-cauldron-cakes.jpg?resize=980:*). 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>10-04-2018, 22:08:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/T8tZBDV.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Darcy Fredricksen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14003815#msg14003815)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> The Nun Dress (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d0/7d/de/d07dde3b75dc39ee3a1face67146dd5c.jpg) for now!<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 16inch Hazel, Dragon Heart string, swishy<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: First year, no house as of yet!<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 1st ,2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10.40am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Start inside the carriage - moving to the outside the bathroom.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Teen stuff<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Finn<br><br><hr><br>“Just because you happened ..into a photo doesn't mean that it wasn't proper.” She smiled running a hand through her hair. “It just happens that it wasn't expected, which is also good.” She nodded looking up at him. <br><br>He asked how many Slytherins turn into snakes she smiled, “I wouldn't know my house is full of Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, I'd say if my parents weren't muggles they'd be Slytherin's...terrible ones but Slytherin's none the less.” She fiddled with a lock of hair from her eyes, she bit her lip slightly wondering why she had the need to unload her family life with a perfect stranger, it wasn't enough that she'd had poor Xerxes hear her shutting her mother down when she was trying not to go on a tirade with this poor gentleman.<br><br>“It matters, everyone should have a proper photo of a proper transition.” Once the photos were taken she looked up at him, “It occurs to me that I don't have your name, how will I tag you without your name?” She looked up at him her arm still around his waist, she pulled her hand back her fingertips brushing over his back she looked up at him. “My name is Darcy Fredricksen.” She smiled, hoping he was disconnected from the muggle world to not know the last name and that reputation her father held in the muggle world and the one he was trying to cultivate in the magical world.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>14-04-2018, 11:51:47</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bc/Eikichi_Characters_52-6.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Zacharias Warde (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14002048#msg14002048)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Zach's Outfit (https://gloimg.samcdn.com/S/201308/source-img/1377727281484-P-1060601.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood <br><strong>Wands</strong>: Rowan, Basilisk Skin, 11 inches, Unyielding, Family Heirloom. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Unsorted 1<sup>st</sup> year.<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday. September 1st ,2017.<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 10:50am<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Express - Locked Carriage <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Returning the Charm<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Pyromania (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EsdXPPp8dNk)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Rosalyn Lamoureux - Closed<br><hr>Whether she might dislike or like the way he got under her skin, it really did nothing to alter the fact that he was having an effect on her. It certainly wasn’t an effect one might talk about in public, but then again that wasn’t what he was going for. Rather Zacharias was happy to just tease his would-be-fiancé just for the sake of giving her something to remember about him other than the fact that both of them were engaged to be together. He had no idea of the conundrum going on within her due to the effect he had, rather he just asked his question to see whether she had gotten enough for them to part or if she’d decide to ask something of her own accord because she wanted to speak with him longer. Either way he would find it a somewhat amusing way to pass the time with nothing else planned.<br><br>Of course her question, and her words after her, did leave him slightly perplexed as to whether this was the same slightly timid woman who had wandered into his, and his cousins, carriage just a few minutes ago. Not that he was going to complain. Instead at her question a small smirk appeared on his lips as he answered her question, briefly, before she kissed him. <em>"No spoilers, find out."</em> The words muttered just under his breath before the redhead leaned in and locked their lips together. His lips parting allowing that velvety tongue of hers to enter his mouth as his own tongue eased against hers. At first he allowed her tongue to simply lead the dance as his worked and circled around hers, tasting her just as she had done to him. Of course that kiss wouldn’t go her way, exactly, since she’d decided to give into him just a bit he planned to take advantage of that leeway. But first, Rosalyn needed to be reminded exactly what sort of relationship they would have. Most necessarily, she needed to understand that any control she had was given by him, just like with this kiss they were sharing.<br><br>So, just like before, he brought his hand forward from her waistline and instead that rough touch of his enclosed around her throat. His fingers wrapping just slightly around her throat to keep their lips locked together. Once he was sure she couldn’t just pull back from their kiss, did his tongue begin to push against hers again only now his tongue wasn’t just dancing against hers but instead he was pressing his tongue to hers and forcing both their tongues into her mouth, taking charge of their lip-lock. If she had been curious as to how long exactly he could hold a passionate kiss with her, she’d be delighted or perhaps worried that he could in fact hold said kiss for a rather lengthy amount of time. Which she’d soon discover as Zacharias held Rosalyn in their kiss for long minutes. Enough to leave anyone light-headed, unless she decided to pull away from that kiss earlier than he wanted.<br><br>Of course during those long minutes of liplock Zacharias still took plenty of time to toy with her body. Only with one hand, however, as the other was quite busy keeping their kiss going. Still she’d feel those indelicate hands of his working over the side of those plentiful breasts, feeling those mounds of hers through her dress. He only gave those breasts of hers a few idle strokes, here and there, before that hand of his worked its way down from her breasts and instead eased its way across her sides until it was resting on the curve of her hips and rather, inappropriately, worked its way back so that his hand was resting just above her ass. His hand would eventually shift lower, onto her ass, squeezing and stroking that rear of hers into his palm. It was only after his hand rested, and squeezed, on her ass did he finally decide to pull their lips apart. A smirk still on his lips as their lips parted and a slight bit of saliva lingering on both of their lips. <em>"Any other questions, my dear?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>15-04-2018, 21:28:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Finn_Gryff_4.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Finn Balor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14009402#msg14009402)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Student Robes<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Cedar Wood, Unicorn Hair Core, 14 1/2 inches, Very inflexible, with smooth wood.<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: 1st Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday September 1st, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Outside of the bathrooms on the Hogwarts express<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> New Meeting<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Darcy Fredrickson<br><hr><br><br>It did seem that the girl was wanting to make sure Finn knew that his arrival was good and not unfortunate. Or maybe more directly that she wanted his company even if she hadn't planned for him to be there. It was a nice gesture and he appreciated it. The use of her phone suggested she was muggleborn, or at least nothing like a <em>proper</em> pure-blood if she did in fact happen to be one. It felt like in turn it left a bit of common ground. The idea that his stay at Hogwarts would be nothing like life back at home, and there were more people that wouldn't judge, then there were people that would. Then again there was also a house system so two thirds of the school would be competing against him as well, likely would lead to pre-disposed judging. It was all supposed to be in fun though wasn't it?<br><br>"That's good then," he said with a smile as she informed him it was a good thing. "You know it's bad if they're turning muggles into snakes." He replied to her comment about her family. If he was understanding her feelings towards them, they weren't positive at all. Actually it added a fair share of questions that he might have, but those were all personal and it was far to early to ask about them. Finn realized he probably should start judging Slytherin's less harshly, he might yet be on after all. Regardless of his status as a half-blood, Finn was still a Balor.<br><br>"My name is Finn Balor," he replied as she asked for it. "It's a pleasure to meet you." He said, politely and warmly. His expression would change from his smile to one of curiosity as she talked about tagging his name. "What do you mean by tagging? I was raised in a pure-blood house set in the old ages, so if it's a muggle term for pictures or captions I'm afraid I'm woefully ignorant." He explained. Her name didn't mean anything to him, he didn't really have great connections in his life, he had only in the last couple of month's partially connected with the rest of the Balor clan. <br><br>"Unless it's similar to the game tag, but....Looks like you already got me." He said gazing down to her arm and then back up to her, with a playful grin on his features. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>15-04-2018, 22:16:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d2/Corey_Gryff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14005990#msg14005990)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This compromise, until he has to change (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/8d/af/6d/8daf6d4b1dbce2b3b00d860792b900bb.jpg)<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>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform 9¾ &amp; Hogwarts Express<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Train Ride!<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> OPEN - Grace<br><hr>Corey simply kept stock still as Grace fell asleep against him, not really even getting a chance to reply to any of her quips about smelling better, or worse, or even anything about her taking the candy bar back.&nbsp; After all, if she didn't want it, he could have probably finished it.&nbsp; &nbsp;Sure he had said he'd had enough, but better stuffing it down than finding it half melted and stale in you pocket later.&nbsp; &nbsp;Of course, that was Grace's problem for now, he thought as her breathing grew deep and steady against his chest, his own problem being much more complex and simpler all at the same time.&nbsp; As the train rolled on through the countryside, Corey simply sat and stared out the window, sometimes catching the reflection off the glass of Grace sleeping against him and feeling that old familiar pang (ok, it was only a little over a year old) in his heart.<br><br>Waving away the trolley lady as she came by, he knew he'd pay for that later, but less than if he jolted Grace awake, Corey himself was almost drifting off by the time they pulled into the station.&nbsp; &nbsp;As Grace stood and wobbled, Corey merely grinned wickedly?&nbsp; "Did I get you anything?&nbsp; Sure!&nbsp; I got you some Beans and three Chocolate Frogs, but you didn't seem to want them, so I finished them for you..." Corey fibbed.&nbsp; As Grace pulled her robe out and over her head, experience had Corey stepping to the side to avoid flailing arms as he dragged out his own robe.&nbsp; "Besides, you'll be eating dinner in an hour, Klutz.&nbsp; And, you did get a nice nap!"&nbsp; Pulling his robe down over his shoulders, felt a little snug, Corey finally got everything situated before opening the compartment door.&nbsp; "Alrighty, let's get going.&nbsp; I'm curious to see what First Years we get to replace us as the new kids..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>18-04-2018, 15:01:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.wetpaint.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/12/14549977_1189164604501232_3497961772638273536_n.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Cecilia Price (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14079007#msg14079007)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same pink sweater in picture and this skirt, with heels (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/0d/11/c8/0d11c87d6ea0ef48a4bd1407205777e3--black-tights-black-leggings.jpg) and rose gold infinity promise ring (http://cdn.supadupa.me/shop/20655/images/1923111/il_fullxfull.545557617_qg05_grande.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Chestnut | Dragon Heartstring | 9 ¼ inches | Slightly bendy<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Unsorted | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Express (departure and arrival)<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> It's finally time!<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Cash Cash Feat. Bebe Rexha- Home (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kDo2SiW3JHU)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Closed | <strong>Mentioning:</strong> Preston <br><hr><br>"No, no, no!" A petite blur was speeding through the massive clump of people blocking the entrances to the Hogwarts Express. As usual, she was running late and had to scurry in her heels. Of course, she wouldn't run in them. And who would? The risk of tarnishing the heel was too likely and quite frankly, nothing was worth that, now was it? <br><br>"Excuse me!" Cecilia finally blurted out, after attempting to move around one particularly large person who simply wouldn't budge, like a tree stump rooted to the ground. Manners would have dictated that she apologize to him, because for some reason saying 'sorry' or 'pardon' was expected and deemed polite. In her rush, however, Cecilia didn't manage to remember. Not that he deserved an apology, at any rate.<br><br>When she finally managed to squeeze her way onto the train, Cecilia released a sigh of relief. "Made it," she muttered to herself, before checking the window for her family and their house elf - Toby - who had stowed her luggage away for her. Hopefully the house elves at Hogwarts were given instruction to collect her luggage upon arrival. It wasn't like she'd remember, or strain herself to tug it along; perish the thought.<br><br>One final wave was directed at them before the train took off. Just like that, she was on her own - travelling away from home for the first time in her life, without a single member of her family to accompany her. With a careful look around, Cecilia found herself seeking out Preston. However, the hall was cramped and people were drifting into compartments in herds. <br><br>It was too easy for her to get swept up in yet another crowd, nearly carried with them as a group of students headed into a pod. The students all introduced themselves to one another and chatted for the entirety of the trip. Before she knew it, they had arrived. Cecilia stood up and blinked owlishly as the other students slipped their robes on over their clothing. <br><br>"Must we change into those now? My robe is in my luggage." She spoke to a fellow first year who was just as clueless as she was and utterly unhelpful. "Ugggh!" She groaned aloud, a little too loudly actually, before her shoulders sagged and she released a profound sigh. A sigh that hardly seemed appropriate given the context. <br><br>"Now I'm expected to go all the way down there and figure out where Toby shoved my crate and rifle through it just to get it out?!" Her tone had changed into a whine. Thankfully, it worked to gain her the pity of an upperclassman who had overheard the dilemma and offered to help. Once the train stopped and they made their way to the station, Cecilia waited with arms folded, her shoe tapping as she waited. <br><br>When he finally turned around to present her robes to her, she scoffed and snatched it from his hand. "Finally!" With an exaggerated sigh, she swept the robe onto herself and then glanced down at her outfit. "Ew, it's so... drab. I'm in desperate need of more color." Without a proper 'thank you' to the boy who had helped her out, Cecilia simply skipped off, leaving him to pull along her luggage for her as she made her way to the boats that would take them across the lake and to Hogwarts. <br><br><hr><div align="center"><em>End.</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>20-04-2018, 02:55:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a8/Preston_Huff_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Preston Chadwick III (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14061020#msg14061020)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Casual Blue Suit in the pic <br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Redwood and has a core of Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Unsorted<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform 9¾ &amp; Hogwarts Express<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Off at last<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Closed - Mentioning Finley &amp; Maria<br><hr>Preston’s family arrived at King’s Cross station in the same way that they arrived anywhere, Muggle or Magical, stylishly.&nbsp; As the large black Muggle vehicle they kept for just such occasions pulled up to the curb, the driver was the first out to open the door.&nbsp; Next came Preston’s father, of the same name, somehow managing to look impeccable and somehow comfortable in his three piece suit, especially as he turned to hold a hand out for his wife.&nbsp; Climbing from the large car, Preston’s mother was all old Hollywood glamor, especially behind the large sunglasses hiding last nights indulgences.<br><br>By the time Preston removed himself from the car, somehow looking as rumpled as his parents looked polished, his trunk and things were already on a trolley and making their way into the station.&nbsp; Preston knew the drill of course, having heard it all a hundred times, and he was determined to take the entrance between platforms 9 and 10 all on his own.&nbsp; Wishing his parents a good few months without him, and taking to heart their advice to not let his studies slip but most of all to have fun, he was soon taking his trolley on alone as they pulled off, heading back to their mansion on the coast.<br><br>Hitting the pillar at a dead run, Preston allowed himself a full minute to goggle at the bright red train before he got down to business.&nbsp; Dumping his luggage unceremoniously with the rest, Preston went around looking for his one friend, Finley.&nbsp; Preston had what amounted to the biggest news ever to share with his friend, something that could not be put into an owl.&nbsp; After all, how did you explain to someone that you were betrothed or courting or whatever in a letter?!&nbsp; No, you told that kind of news face to face.&nbsp; &nbsp;Unable to find Finn on the crowded platform, it struck Preston that maybe he should have been looking for Cece too as he climbed on the train.&nbsp; Shrugging his shoulders, Preston knew he’d find her soon enough.&nbsp; After all, he HAD to get this off his chest!<br><br>Moving from compartment to compartment was a nightmare, and Preston was finally forced to give it all up and grab seat.&nbsp; &nbsp;Sitting in a compartment with another first year and four older students, Preston got a little caught up in hearing about the Castle and almost forgot that he was on a mission.&nbsp; &nbsp;Excusing himself, Preston left the compartment and started heading down the hallway when he finally spotted Finn at the trolley, and for the briefest second, he thought his friend was talking to Cecilia Price!&nbsp; I mean, long legs, dark hair, and he WAS behind.&nbsp; But no, two steps closer and Preston could tell it was a different girl Finley was chatting with.&nbsp; Grinning wickedly, Preston waved to be sure Finn saw him, and then made the classic curves gesture (https://media1.tenor.com/images/d85b29a3a242e8810d760a4716990160/tenor.gif?itemid=8331077).&nbsp; &nbsp;Comfortable he had mortified his friend, and unwilling to risk ruining his “game” Preston returned to the compartment.&nbsp; <br><br>After all, they’d be to the castle soon enough, and he had his own things to take care of.<br><br><div align="center"><em>End</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>20-04-2018, 15:21:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Grace_Gryff_5.png)</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/2016/02/InTheFrow-LFW1-Amber-Rose-Photography-34.jpg) - changing into dress robes during ride<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>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning (prior to 11)<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform 9¾ | Hogwarts Express<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Come on ride the train! And ride it! <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> The Middle - Zedd, Marrin Morris, Grey (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lNPN4tLlgxQ)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Corey | Open<br><hr><br>Still caught somewhere between groggy and awake, Grace was a bit slow to react to Corey’s joke - at least it better have been a joke! - about how he bought a bunch of sweets and then ate them all himself. “You didn’t!” She gasped in horror, her jaw hanging and eyes wide. After flailing with her arms and the sleeves of the robe, narrowly missing Corey in the process, she regarded him once more with puffed out cheeks. “I am not a klutz!” She insisted, though she clearly had no leg to stand in with such a statement. “And yes, I did take a nap, which always makes me hungry!” She spelled it out for him, stating it like the fact was as simple as ‘the wand picks the wizard.’ <br><br>“So a sweet or two would’ve been nice,” she carried on, using her best guilt-trip-tone, though coming out of her mouth, it hardly sounded that way. Grace watched as Corey pulled his robe over himself. “Huh, that’s curious.” She leaned a bit closer, tugging on the fabric. “Yours is too tight and mine is too loose.” After blinking a few times, she pointed from herself, to Corey. “Did we accidentally swap robes last year? Like, you might’ve picked up mine and I might’ve picked up yours - on the train ride back to London?” She leaned in a little further, pressing her nose against the collar of Corey’s robe and taking a deep sniff. <br><br>“Mmm,” she pulled back again, almost lost in the scent of her own perfume for a moment, which still lingered on the robe. “Wait! That <em>is</em> mine!” She then sniffed the robe that she wore and was struck by the immediate aroma of Corey. “Odd,” she whispered, shuffling the robe off and draping it over an arm, before tugging Corey’s robe off of him. She handed Corey his proper robe and took hers back. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you did that on purpose to play a trick on me!” She almost scolded, before noticing that others were starting to leave the train. <br><br>“Oh, bugger. We don’t want to be late!” She glanced at him as he fumbled with the robe. “Come on, then!” She insisted, tugging him along with her arm locked around his - as was the customary way that she dragged him places. With her guidance, Grace led Corey off the train and headed toward the boats, rushing practically the entire way there, racing to the head of the line of her fellow students, and positively bristling with excitement. <br><br><hr><div align="center"><em>End.</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>23-04-2018, 02:50:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://nebula.wsimg.com/214ee23493a43c1f041b3d4bd05d74f2?AccessKeyId=F9BC88121657E8A2F304&amp;disposition=0&amp;alloworigin=1)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Maria Alexandra Dosamantes-Novyi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14035746#msg14035746)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> &nbsp;(https://media.musely.com/u/55f1c636-6ccc-4438-ae43-a954d9810d58.jpg) with a light trench coat<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Acacia wand with a Thunderbird Feather core 11 inches long<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: 1st year, unassigned<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform 9¾ | Hogwarts Express<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Arriving, getting on the train and finally walking about the train<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Finley, OPEN<br><hr>Maria smiled softly as Finley insisted that her ramblings were fine. Even more so he said he enjoyed them. A soft blush washing over her features as stood before him. She wasn't used to people complimenting her in such a way, much less enjoying ramblings. In fact, Maria wouldn't have been shocked if Finley had yelled at her or dismissed her in some way. But he surprised her with his kindness and acceptance. "Well that's a good thing because I tend to do it quite often." she smiled lightly again brushed some of her hair back. <br><br>Again Maria laughed and again her hand came up to cover her lips and stifle the sound. The image of getting a ticket for a run in caused her to giggle. "I can only image the fines involved." she teased as well and kept her hand over her lips as she giggled once more. <br><br>Maria had to admit that she'd been afraid of heading to school. Excited but afraid, not knowing what it held and if it would be like home. Would she belong? Would she be safe? Would she be liked? Would she finally have real friends? There were so many questions, and she knew there would be some for a long time. But meeting Finley helped put her at ease as if this one run was a good omen. A soft promise from fate that Hogwarts would be different. She found herself grateful for Finley because despite not knowing it he helped ease her fears. <br><br>Blinking she looked at Finley as he asked if he was sure he wouldn't be a trouble. "Of course I'm sure," she answered not realizing he was teasing as they walked to a cabin. With some luck, they managed to find one that wasn't already filled with expecting students. "Wow seems like we are lucky," she said with a smile and slipped in as he held the sliding door open for her. She set her bag down beside her and smoothed out her skirt as she sat down. "Granted that means your stuck all alone with me....whatever will you do?' she asked with a soft laugh, her hand covering her lips once more as the sound slipped free. <br><br>"Thank you," Maria spoke softly as she took the bottle of pumpkin juice. "I've never had either, but I have to admit the cauldron sounds yummy. So it seems like a great place to start." she agreed with Finley and smirked as she watched him. He seemed so happy and sweet as he recalled the memory of his past. "Plus you can rarely go wrong with chocolate." Maria said with a smile as she opened the small box, "Oh these look so amazing, I almost hate to eat them....almost." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>25-04-2018, 16:22:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/545f11e60c28a82bc1652d93407f4868/tumblr_p4gm22rmPT1wz6gjeo9_250.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (http://pm1.narvii.com/6161/079626acd31e9016ffda804b0750990846b230c5_00.jpg) plus Nike's (http://www.airmaxy.pl/wp-content/uploads/nike-sb-stefan-janoski-max-mid-leather-dark-obsidianmetallic-silver-1.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Fir | Dragon | 12 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Unsorted | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform 9¾ &amp; Hogwarts Express<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Getting settled<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Privelege - Incubus (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOarft2T-l4)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open | Maria <strong>Mentioning:</strong> Preston <br><hr><br>It was only too easy for Finley to maintain a constant smile on his face while in the presence of Maria. The promise that she made about how her ramblings were only getting started, worked to stretch that grin on his face a bit wider. Every time she giggled and insisted upon flitting a hand over her mouth as if to conceal it, that grin he wore broadened a little more. <br><br>Honestly, he was amazed at how well things were going with her. They were just having casual conversation and all, but he was actually making her laugh - just by being himself. <br><br>Although Finley’s attention was almost entirely devoted to the beautiful girl in front of him, a flash of something behind her caught his interest for the briefest of moments. He looked over her head and beyond her, to where his good mate Preston was standing, observing them with his usual, impish grin. Finley made a face at him as soon as Preston’s arms raised, and his hands made the universal hourglass gesture. His stare intensified at his friend, as if to silently scold him, when really he was more hoping that Maria wouldn’t notice his antics. <br><br>With a sweeping motion, he quickly guided her away from the trolley and further down the train’s hallway. Thankfully, he managed to evade Preston, who he was sure would not let the fact he was chin wagging some gorgeous girl on the train, go. <br><br>As they made their way to the cabin and Maria confirmed adamantly that she was certain about him not being any trouble, he had to turn over his shoulder before closing the compartment door and sealing them inside the pod, all tucked away from the other students. “I’m only jokin’” he chuckled out the sentiment, then situated himself on a seat and displayed their purchases on the cushion beside him. While he busied himself with the task, Maria commented about how lucky they were to find an empty cabin. <br><br>“Yeah?” He questioned, a curious expression on his face, his brow perking, as if to inquire for further commentary. She then expressed, with no lack of cuteness, that they were all alone and he was quite stuck with her. “Then I’d consider myself the lucky one,” he announced, a smile creeping over his lips, while his gaze flicked toward hers. While he thought of it, Finley passed her the bottle of pumpkin juice, one of his fingers brushing along hers as the beverage transferred between their grips. <br><br>“I’d have to agree,” he remarked to her comments about the cauldron cake. “I’ve never tried the trolley sweets either,” he gave a slight shrug. “I reckon the thought is that they were too good to keep and not eat, so I s’pose I can’t have expected anyone to save any for me.” He chuckled, thinking about the chances that it still tasted remotely good after a couple of decades. <br><br>Gently, he handed her one of the boxes of cake and kept one for himself, popping it open at the same time she opened hers. Looking inside, Maria spoke about how amazing they looked. By the time she mentioned she almost hated to eat it, Finley had already shoved about half the cake into his mouth. His cheeks puffed out as he looked at her with wide eyes. “Whuu-” he started, his mouth much too full to be speaking. “Oghh wrrry!” He incoherently spoke, trying to subside his laughter while he chewed the large piece. <br><br>After washing it down with a sip of juice, he sighed out his appreciation. “They taste amazing, too!” He offered, then held up a hand for her, as if to encourage her to try some. “Go on, give it a go!” He insisted, not in a bossy tone, but rather in a supportive one. Wiping his mouth slightly, making sure he hadn’t left behind any unsightly crumbs of chocolate, he waited for her to take her bite, then inevitably, for her face to light up at how delicious it was. <br><br>“Now, as for your question about what I’m to do with you in here…” He began, a wicked smirk playing in plain sight. “I was thinking that we’d finish our sweets and maybe continue to chat.” Finley’s words were very near innocent, despite a deeper and darker timbre. It may have hinted that there was more he wanted to do with her in that cabin, but knew he shouldn’t. Even though her legs all clad in sheer, black tights, were very appealing. It took a great deal of effort to keep from staring at them. “Unless… there was something else you were hoping for?” He inquired, losing that hint of innocence from earlier with it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>03-05-2018, 19:30:13</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Optional Event: Quidditch Tryouts</span></strong><br>(https://www.hp-lexicon.org/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/quidditch_stadium_by_facegrater-d8jpbo1.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><em>Unlike the standard GM events, this event is not considered mandatory participation. <br>It is an event centered on the quidditch teams desperately trying to fill their rosters after a cheating scandal saw their rosters depleted! <br>To help keep events easier to differentiate in this thread please use the header below.</em></div><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[center][b][color=red][size=15pt]Quidditch Tryouts[/size][/color][/b][/center]<br>[floatleft][img width=150 padding=10]IMAGE URL HERE[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]NAME:[/b] Your Character Name<br>(Optional)[b]WEARING:[/b] Optional description of what your character is wearing, or a link to their outfit.<br>[b]Blood Status:[/b] (Pureblood, Halfblood, or Muggleborn)<br>[b]Wand[/b]: (Wood, Core, and Length)<br>[b]House/Year[/b]: (Character's House and Year at the school)<br>[b]Date[/b]: (Day of the Week, Month, Day and year I.E. Friday, September 1st ,2017)<br>[b]Time/Day:[/b] General time of day. Morning/afternoon/evening/night. Can specify with values such as dawn/noon/midnight.<br>[b]LOCATION:[/b] Where your character is at in context of the current thread - optional sublocation (ex: Simpsons Residence - Kitchen)<br>[b]CONTENT:[/b] General level of content. Drama/Conversation/Humor/Smut/Etc.<br>(Optional)[b]MOOD MUSIC:[/b] [url=link]YouTube or BandCamp link to music to set the mood[/url]<br>[b]TAGGING:[/b] Any characters and potential NPC's being referenced or directly spoken with in this post.<br>[hr]<br><br>BEGIN POST CONTENT HERE</code></pre><br><hr><hr><br>The rumors were all over the place already. All four houses had several key members kicked out of the quidditch team for cheating. The chain of events in fact started over the summer in diagon alley. The Gryffindor Captain happened by chance to spot the Slytherin Captain attempting to purchase a vial of Felix Felicis. Rather than calling him out, he instead wrote letters to the other team members, and those team members wrote letters to the players of other houses. The plan may have been at first to call out Slytherin but word got spread around, <em>thanks to a slytherin beater</em> that Ravenclaw also got a vial for their team. From there poor decisions and competitive outrage saw Gryffindor and Hufflepuff follow suite.<br><br>Naturally of course when the new school year started the Ravenclaw Captain got caught. Which lead to the exposure of one after the other. Within the first week of being back at Hogwarts the Quidditch teams were completely unrecognizable as in some cases only one returning player was left on the team. New captains were assigned from those there were the most experienced left on the teams, and to make matters worse for the new captains they were tasked with finding new players themselves. <br><br>This meant new tryouts were needed and they were needed to fill full rosters, which meant between practice all four teams needed time to go through them. Accusations of favoritism and fairness were flung out. Schedules conflicted, and the idea that one team would have more time to practice as a full team had several letters sent to the Headmaster. Finally the headmaster decided that on September 23rd would officially be a tryout day. All four teams would tryout together, and would need to learn to share. If that was unsatisfactory then they would simply have to deal with opponents having a advantage to start the year.<br><br>The word spread out to the entire school that first years were being permitted to try and all the teams were desperate. If you wanted to join the 23rd was the best chance to get onto the team. Tryouts would start at 11:00 AM and students would get situated into teams to compete against one another and show their skills. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>03-05-2018, 19:30:48</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Quidditch Tryouts</span></strong></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/27/Claire_Gryff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Claire Skies<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Quidditch Uniform<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood <br><strong>Wand</strong>: Pear Wood, Dragon Heartstring, 10 1/3 inches with two twists<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor/ 4th Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday September 24rd<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 11:00 AM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Qudditch Pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Tryouts<br>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Stand Out/Goofy Movie (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FlMZXtATye4)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Claire like to pride herself on being a student that wasn't afraid of taking the iniative, and could handle responsibility well. It wasn't something to shy away from but to aspire too. Yet when she had walked into Hogwarts on the first of September she had done so, simply as Gryffindor's Seeker. Which on it's own came with pressure. It wasn't <em>just</em> the position that ended the game with a hundred and fifty points, it was the position that had been played by <em>the</em> Harry Potter, just four seekers ago. The bar was set farly high on that merit alone, <em>even though under Potter's watch Gryffindor only won once.</em> They did still win it, <em>though if legend was to be believed the year they won Potter had been suspended and they won their only cup without him.</em> It didn't matter that the odds were Potter wasn't the best quidditch player, he was the wizard that vanquished the dark lord twice before he was twenty. That was something worth taking pride in. Since he had passed through the halls of Hogwarts Gryffindor had done on four more occasions, to play quidditch for the Gryffndor house came with the highest expectations and losing a single match was like telling someone their mum died. <br><br>Now Claire had been named the bloody captain, and was the <em>only</em> student left over from their championship run the previous year. The captain that had won graduated along with one of the beaters. It was supposed to be Harvey Pritchard to be captain, he was a sixth year and had been on the team since his second year. But then rather than just rat out Slytherin when he saw them cheating he went and cheated himself, and roped the rest of the bloody team into his scandal while he was at it. With literally no one else on the team Claire was named captain, and now she had to fill every position with unproven players.....Naturally the team that had the least holes was the Slytherin team. <em>Probably</em> how they planned it from the start. <br><br>Though she didn't like the idea of having the position of captain. After all it was earned by apparently being the only member on the team not to cheat, <em>not a reflection of her skills</em>. She had gotten up early and prepared for all the specifics she wanted to see from her team trying out. Flying was obviously important if you couldn't stay on your broom you couldn't be a asset to the team. However awareness, accuracy, team work, improvisation, and hand eye coordination were just as important. <br><br>Moving out to the quidditch pitch with her broom in hand she'd move up to the sign up tables which would have been arranged&nbsp; in a row with each house, exactly arranged like they were in the great hall, and she'd sit at the Gryffindor post with her arms folded. She arrived first, but it wouldn't be long before the lines came and the events were underway. She was going to have a positive mindset about this, the loss of the team just meant gems in the rough that hadn't been discovered due to previous bias could emerge. Gryffindor could still be the first team since Slytherin to win in back to back years.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>05-05-2018, 02:31:59</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Quidditch Tryouts</span></strong></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f1/HikaruSly2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Hikaru Matsukoto<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Comfortable and functional dark blue denim jeans and a form fitting forest green t-shirt with black sneakers. Hair impeccable as always.<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 11 Inch/Dogwood/Erkling dart<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 1st year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday September 24rd<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 11:05 AM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch Pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Try outs, a bit of flirting<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> The man, by The Killers (https://youtu.be/w3xcybdis1k)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Claire, open.<br><hr><br>Excitement and confidence surged through Hikaru as he strode out onto the quidditch field, the early afternoon sunshine warming his black hair in a most pleasant way... would you believe it? The recent scandal had shocked even him and here now the teams were desperate enough for players that first years were being given a shot to try out. Hikaru wanted this. Badly.<br><br>With his Firebolt Supreme in hand and his agile aerial skills, how could he possibly fail?<br><br>His thoughts gradually shifted however as he noticed a girl out on the field, bent over one of the sign up tables and dressed in quidditch clothing... a very cute girl, she had a sort of 'girl next store' look to her as he found himself thinking as he got close enough to really get a good look at her face...<br><br>The handsome Asian walked over towards the Slytherin table, but not before he made certain to slide the blonde beauty a flirtatious smile and made sure she noticed. So many lovely beauties this year, perhaps he'd actually be able to find a steady girlfriend after all.<br><br>Picking up the quill from the ink bottle it sat in, Hikaru wrote down his name onto the parchment sheet in elegant clear hand before returning it back to it's resting place... his storm blue eyes then returned to the girl... the colors she wore indicated she was a Gryffindor... but that didn't matter much to Hikaru, house mattered jack where he was concerned. After all, they weren't going to spend their entire lives at Hogwarts, divided by houses.<br><br>So long as he could find himself a girl that could handle him and share his passions with him, then he was perfectly content in the love department.<br><br>Running a hand through his hair for that perfect wind toussled look, Hikaru proceed to appoach the girl... he slid her a dashing smile when she finally looked over at him and extended a hand in greeting “Hello there... I am Hikaru, would I be too bold to ask you the pleasure of knowing your name?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>05-05-2018, 08:24:36</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Quidditch Tryouts</span></strong></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/27/Claire_Gryff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Claire Skies<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Quidditch Uniform<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood <br><strong>Wand</strong>: Pear Wood, Dragon Heartstring, 10 1/3 inches with two twists<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor/ 4th Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday September 24rd<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 11:00 AM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Qudditch Pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Tryouts<br>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Stand Out/Goofy Movie (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FlMZXtATye4)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Hikaru, Open<br><hr><br><br>It was time that the students were starting to arrive for their tryouts. Desperation at least didn't thin the numbers. First years prior to the announcement likely hadn't dreamed they'd get to play quidditch and yet thanks to a collection of unscrupulous fools who hadn't a ounce of pride or honor among them, it was now the opportunity to cement themselves as a starter for the next five to seven years. Claire however couldn't share in the optimism that clearly reflected in the faces of the approaching students. Claire had experience of course, but not as a captain, and she had no idea if she was up to the task of leading a team that had no experience. She'd run in her head at least a dozen times over, trying to plan drills and other activities that would help improve her teams skills. The honest truth was depending on how many younger students joined the team, the odds were that they'd be doing flying drills. At the very least she could confidentially say she was skilled on a broom. What were the odds a girl with the last name of Skies was a natural at flying? Couldn't have picked a better last name, and as a result she couldn't help but wonder if perhaps quidditch ran in her bloodline? Wondering did little to give her answers, and she was already feeling negative enough as it was.<br><br>It'd be about that time that she started to notice basically no one was signing up at the Gryffindor table....Glancing down Slytherin was filling up nicely with applicants and so was Hufflepuff. A light frown touched her features at the realization, but she was quick to rationalize that it was early and Gryffindors preferred to make a entrance. As she gazed over at the Slytherin table a younger looking man caught her eye. She'd gaze at him, he was handsome and he looked familiar. She had done exactly what he wanted, because as soon as he was certain she saw him he smiled at her. One that reminded her of a very specific trio of Slytherins, and in the moment convinced her that it had to be a trait held in common among their house. Still the young man did seem really familiar to her. She'd gaze away, looking towards the quidditch pitch in thought. He had Asian features which weren't very common, so she'd figure he'd stand out. <br><br><em>Ooh of course</em> he was that first year from the Slytherin house that took advantage of the spotlight to flirt with a girl from another house after he'd been sorted. A soft smile took her features as she remembered, as she turned her eyes back over to the other table, only to discover the 1st year was moving in her direction. Bright sapphire blue eyes widened as he moved straight towards her table as a large smile spread across his features. For the second time in a span of what must have been at most two minutes, he reminded her exactly of the 4th year slytherins she attended class with. Aaric and Xual in particular were known to be so utterly brazen....The confidence was obvious, if there was any one person in the world who knew how handsome he was, it was Hikaru. She recognized the posture, the swagger he carried himself with, she had been attending class with Aaric and Xual for the last three years after all. <em>At least Hikaru was in the perfect house</em>. He slid his hand forward to greet her, and for a moment it seemed Claire might accept his hand. <br><br>Then she folded her arms instead as she gazed up at him. "Claire," she said, her voice taking a flat line in spite of the fact she wasn't able to suppress a grin on her features as she gazed up at him. "Is there something I can do to help you...<em>Hikaru</em>, I'm not sure you qualify to be on my team." She said, a clear tone of sass taking her voice as she spoke. Claire of course in most other settings would respond at least initially in a much more polite fashion. Maybe even be playful depending on her mood. However in that moment he was trying to join the team of Gryffindor's biggest rivals, and <em>Claire</em> was the captain of Gryffindor. How in the world was she going to command any respect if her potential teammates saw her flirting with the enemy?<br><br><em>Probably just another dirty trick from those snakes</em>! Well she wasn't biting! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>06-05-2018, 00:18:36</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Quidditch Tryouts</span></strong></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ea/FinleyRav2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same shirt and hat in picture, with these pants and these shoes (https://c.static-nike.com/a/images/t_PDP_1280_v1/f_auto/sg6eptadejtqr0qt02ed/dri-fit-mens-training-pants-YPTABWgk.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Fir | Dragon | 12 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, 23 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch Pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> He's a Keeper, that one<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Three Days Grace - Riot (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ixZDTiXiHsc)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open <strong>Mentioning:</strong> Preston | Orion <br><hr><br>After a bit of convincing from his friend Preston, Finley decided that he had nothing to lose in attending Quidditch tryouts. The worst that could happen was he wouldn’t make it. The team that was. Though he supposed there was also a risk of death, wasn’t there? Best not dwell on that part for too long. <br><br>With a duffel bag in one hand and his father’s Firebolt in the other, Finley walked out to the Quidditch pitch. He couldn’t help reflecting about the fact that his father was in this very spot decades prior; trying out for Keeper of the Ravenclaw team. It annoyed him to no end that the path he was gravitating towards just happened to be the same as his father’s. <br><br>Finding a place to set his bag down, he leaned the broomstick against a bench and took a seat, waiting for things to get started. He was craving a cigarette but opted for chewing gum instead, pulling a stick out of his bag and folding it neatly, before placing it on his tongue and starting to chew. He figured he’d hear enough lectures about needing to quit before it became a permanent habit from his peers, he didn’t need it from the team, too. <br><br>With a careful look around he spotted Hikaru - another first year who belonged in Slytherin - chin wagging with an older girl from Gryffindor, if her robes were anything to go off of. Finley looked down at his own choice of outfit then, wondering if he’d under dressed for the event. Yet, Quidditch games were played in more functioning uniforms than their typical schoolwear, if he remembered right. He shrugged to himself, opting not to worry over it. <br><br>Another look to the opposite side and Finley was wondering where Preston and Orion were. Surely his mate Preston wouldn’t be late - unless his fiance had been dragging him this way and that like usual. Right, maybe he would be late, then. Orion on the other hand seemed very punctual, at least their time together as dormmates had proven as much. Idly, he wondered which position Orion would be trying out for, and why he hadn’t thought to ask. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>06-05-2018, 03:23:52</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Quidditch Tryouts</strong></div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e9/Orion_Rav_1.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1VmzuKFXXXXa9XFXXq6xXFXXXn/Sleeveless-Sports-clothing-sets-for-men-Workout-Clothes-Set-Fitness-Outdoor-Sweat-absorbent-quick-drying-tracksuits.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Orion Reed<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Half<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Alder, Dragon Heartstring, 10 in, Whippy<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Ravenclaw 1st Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Saturday, September 23rd, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch Pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Someone may beat me, but have to bleed to do it<br><strong>THEME:</strong> Orion's new life (https://youtu.be/NKvjvdWCrZo)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open! <em>Finley Clark!</em> <br><hr><br>Orion Reed lowered from the sky on his Silver Arrow, awkwardly landing almost off balance next to Finley Clark. It was an old cheap broomstick, but worked fairly well and flew sometimes speedily. <br><br>It'd do for now. Eventually he'd get better. <br><br>Dressed in activegear, grateful that it was blue and fit his House, Orion waved cheerily at Finley, enthralled they were going out for the same sports team. Rugby with Muggles had been fun, but this was something entirely else. While his mind worked to remember the terms, positions, and the various balls of Quidditch, he had said playfully in British Sign Language (BSL): <em>Hey, Finley! How was class? What position are you trying out for? I'm thinking I can handle Beater.</em> <br><br>His taut mouth smiled and he gulped. What he could barely handle on the other hand was how hot and attractive Finley Clark looked in his backward hat and especially those gray athletic pants. It was fun and joyous to share a dorm with this dude who signed to him in BSL for almost the whole month of September, but still too brief in passing. Not many at Hogwarts could sign, not that he needed them to. Orion could hear them speak just fine; he just said nothing or wrote or nodded, and things would move on. Then he returned to the background silently. Finley was different. He signed and knew immediately what Orion signed back. Conversations with him were quicker and at a normal pace, than compared to everyone else. That was something personal to Orion, something close to the heart. <br><br>He tried not to thank him profusely everyday. So cute to look at too. Orion wondered what the rest of the years would be like with a friend like Finley Clark. As for Ravenclaw, 2013 was the last time they won the House Cup, and 2014 was the Quidditch Cup. 2005 and 2008 were perfect years, claiming both. This year, Orion Reed had the chance at a new life. He was going to make sure as hell his House was going to win. He was going to give it his everything. <br><br>Play rough. Beat them down. Everything he got that hid in the inside for so, so long, he was going to unleash.<br>And maybe because of it, he'd deserve Finley Clark's attention? Orion aspired so.<br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>06-05-2018, 03:44:35</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Quidditch Tryouts</span></strong></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f1/HikaruSly2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Hikaru Matsukoto<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Comfortable and functional dark blue denim jeans and a form fitting forest green t-shirt with black sneakers. Hair impeccable as always.<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 11 Inch/Dogwood/Erkling dart<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 1st year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday September 24rd<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 11:05 AM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch Pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Try outs, a bit of flirting<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> The man, by The Killers (https://youtu.be/w3xcybdis1k)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Claire, open.<br><hr><br><strong>{Claire}</strong> "Claire,"<br><br>Claire... a lovely classical name... perfect for a lovely and classical beauty as she, her parents chose very wisely when they named their daughter.<br><br><strong>{Claire}</strong> "Is there something I can do to help you... Hikaru, I'm not sure you qualify to be on my team."<br><br>Hikaru tactfully withdrew his hand when it was clear she did not intend to take it, but it did not deter him... he was not afraid of a chase and until she asked him to leave her be, he was not going to tuck tail and run at the first sign of a strong woman.<br><br>Quite the opposite... a strong woman that could stride forward in life with her head held high and not just reach, but grab a tight hold on the things she wanted... that was incredibly sexy to Hikaru Matsukoto, he rather liked feisty strong females.<br><br>“No, you are correct, I cannot qualify for the Gryffindor team... I am in fact signing up for the Slytherin team, but you see...” He replied, one corner of his smile lifting a little in a way that just made him look all the more alluring “I do not buy into the whole Slytherins must only befriend Slytherins or Hufflepuffs must only befriend Hufflepuffs... such an archaic and outdated notion, I have no use for it... I intend to talk to and befriend anyone whom I find interesting. Is this answer satisfactory for you... Claire?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>06-05-2018, 04:33:57</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Quidditch Tryouts</span></strong></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ea/FinleyRav2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same shirt and hat in picture, with these pants and these shoes (https://c.static-nike.com/a/images/t_PDP_1280_v1/f_auto/sg6eptadejtqr0qt02ed/dri-fit-mens-training-pants-YPTABWgk.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Fir | Dragon | 12 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, 23 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch Pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> He's a Keeper, that one<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Three Days Grace - Riot (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ixZDTiXiHsc)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Orion <br><hr><br>Suddenly from out of nowhere, like a streak in the sky, Orion landed on the ground beside him, a little clumsily. “Bloody hell!” He called out in a moment of startle, only to meet Orion’s gaze. Finley laughed at himself, standing up from the bench to face him. It took next to no time for Orion’s infectious smile to work its charm on him, making Finley grin broadly.<br><br>It only took a second for Finley to take in Orion’s outfit, which clung to him in the best and the worst of ways. His roommate was in much better shape than he’d realized, and his activewear definitely highlighted that. Unfortunately, to a distracting degree. When he realized he was spending too long looking at the way that his clothes fit him - impeccably being the answer - he quickly righted himself in time to see Orion’s wave.<br><br>Finley waved right back and greeted him in his usual way. He knew how to sign, though he’d been a bit rusty at the start of the year. After spending slightly more time practicing on his own though, he was becoming much more fluent. When talking to Orion, he couldn't stop himself from speaking as he normally would, too used to speaking his words to suddenly stop. At the same time he signed with his hands, essentially translating. Orion could hear, but couldn't speak, thus BSL was his only method of communicating. He had informed Finley when they first met in the dorm that signing was important to him, though there were very few people at Hogwarts who needed to or bothered learning. <br><br>“Boring - as usual.” His hands moved while he spoke and his facial expressions grew slightly more animated. “I’m trying for Keeper. Obviously, because I’m a keeper. It’s just too fitting, don’t you think?” He paused to chuckle, shaking his head lightly, indicating that he was certainly joking. When Orion revealed the position he was trying out for, Finley couldn’t quite help looking slightly stunned - his brows skyrocketing as he stared blankly at Orion.<br><br>“You? A Beater?” He blinked deliberately, then flashed his hands in a gesture that signaled he was both impressed and worried for his dormmate. “Does this mean you’re planning to have me mend your wounds at night?” A brow perked as he seemed to scrutinize over Orion for just a moment. A smile replaced the more stern look soon enough. “Seriously though, I was picturing you to be more of a Seeker.” <br><br>Either way, it didn’t much matter, which Finley signaled with a wave of his hand, as if to shove the other words aside. “No matter. What does matter is that we get Ravenclaw to victory.” With that small pep talk, Finley reached out to gently grasp Orion’s shoulder, squeezing him there gingerly. Of course, touching him had both positive and negative consequences. His fingertips were able to feel the musculature of his shoulder, starting a torrent of naughty thoughts. Like how nice it’d be if they both made the team, to leave practice and enter the showers together. <br><br>“Erm…” He stumbled in his words and had no sign for the strange sound he made, instead opting to pull his hand away nonchalantly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>06-05-2018, 05:55:54</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Quidditch Tryouts</strong></div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e9/Orion_Rav_1.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1VmzuKFXXXXa9XFXXq6xXFXXXn/Sleeveless-Sports-clothing-sets-for-men-Workout-Clothes-Set-Fitness-Outdoor-Sweat-absorbent-quick-drying-tracksuits.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Orion Reed (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118324#msg14118324)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Half<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Alder, Dragon Heartstring, 10 in, Whippy<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Ravenclaw 1st Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Saturday, September 23rd, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch Pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Someone may beat me, but have to bleed to do it<br><strong>THEME:</strong> Orion's new life (https://youtu.be/NKvjvdWCrZo)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open! <em>Finley Clark! Mention: Madame Pomfrey, Vale Sokolov</em> <br><hr><br>Orion beamed at the Keeper joke, almost said something, but figured it best not to.<br>Laughter still bubbled inside for making him yelp <em>"bloody hell!"</em> and stare at him.<br><br>Finley stared at him a while. Was he that frightened? <br><br>Finley was also surprised at his blazoning as Beater. Did Orion look so soft, fragile? He signed back.<br><em>You are most definitely required to mend me wounds at night. I refuse to deal with Madame Pomfrey.<br>You know me well. Seeker was my first choice but... then who'd watch your back? Certainly not Sokolov!<br>No, I couldn't bear the thought of waiting for a flitting tiny golden ball when there's bludgers batted about.<br>That's mad. Especially if you're Keeper, jesus. They'd target you first, and how would I warn you then, eh?</em><br><br>{Finley} “No matter. What does matter is that we get Ravenclaw to victory.”<br><br>As Finley's hand gripped Orion's shoulder, electricity bolted and set his stomach in heat.<br>If there was a spell that could pause time... or a Remembrall maybe, he wanted for this moment. <br><br>{Finley} “Erm.” <br><br>The hand pulled away. Orion's member was thickening, and in such tight pants too! His bulge was obvious but he walked it off, looked about, in case if people had seen. But he was glad they were good friends. They had each other's backs, that was uh for sure. They'd make a good team, a rock-solid defense, Keeper and Beater. He asked who the new captain was, having heard already about Slytherin and Ravenclaw involved in the cheating scandal. Orion eyed Finley's Firebolt, comically envious that it would be between his clamped strong legs for the rest of the year.<br><br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>07-05-2018, 14:25:17</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Quidditch Tryouts</span></strong></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c5/Preston_Huff_4.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Preston Chadwick III (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14061020#msg14061020)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Grey t-shirt and sweats<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Redwood and has a core of Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff. 1st<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, September 23rd, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch Pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Standing around-ish<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> OPEN<br><hr><br>Quidditch had never really been a 'Chadwick thing', although Preston owned a pretty good broom, and was a pretty decent flier.&nbsp; Still, for at that he family didn't really follow the sport all that much, and thus translated that to their son, Preston knew that the sport was a huge thing at Hogwarts, and so why would he not try out?&nbsp; On top of that, it didn't seem from asking around casually, that many of his fellow Hufflepuffs were all that interested.&nbsp; It had been YEARS since they had won the cup, and the fact that the Snakes and Lions always seemed to put so much importance on it, meant they tended to end up with the stronger (or at least most interested) players.&nbsp; Despite all of that though, the cheating scandal had utterly decimated the current teams in EVERY House, so as far as Preston could see, the field was level.&nbsp; And to be honest, when was the last time first years were invited out?&nbsp; As an added bonus, not that he would admit this to himself, let alone anyone else, Preston figured that the practices and the games might give him a little free time.&nbsp; Not that he had not been enjoying the last few weeks, but sometimes I guy needed other things to do, right?<br><br>So it was that bright and early that Preston had snuck out of the Hufflepuff Common, Cece would probably not be up for at least an hour but if he planned to make the tryouts he had best be careful, grabbed his broom and a quick bit of breakfast on the go, and waltzed down to the Pitch.&nbsp; &nbsp;On the way, Preston considered what position to try out for.&nbsp; Seeker?&nbsp; He wasn't really that small, and while it DID carry all the glory of the win, it seemed kind of boring.&nbsp; Looking for a little gold ball the whole time?&nbsp; Still, it was better than Beater.&nbsp; That was RIGHT out.&nbsp; Preston with a good enough flier not to worry about going in one handed, but actively chasing bludgers didn't seem his style.&nbsp; Chaser wouldn't be bad, he had a pretty good arm, or so he thought.&nbsp; Keeper too, since he wouldn't have to zip around too much, but would he get bored?&nbsp; Distracted?&nbsp; He had talked and talked Finley into going for that, and this way they could share tips.&nbsp; Shaking his head, Preston just figured he'd see what the Puffs needed, and shoot for that.&nbsp; <br><br>Once on the Pitch, Preston made his way straight to the Hufflepuff table, putting his name down for Seeker, Keeper, and Chaser.&nbsp; Best to save the most active for last.&nbsp; Not seeing any other Puffs, he'd be Captain at this rate, he blatantly eavesdropped at the Gryff table for a second before rolling his eyes and moving off.&nbsp; Spotting Finley and some other Claw, Preston (never one for being shy) made his way directly over and interjected himself into their conversation.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Morning lads!&nbsp; Wonderful day for some tryouts.&nbsp; Especially if, like me, you are going for every position."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>07-05-2018, 19:03:53</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Quidditch Tryouts</span></strong></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/27/Claire_Gryff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Claire Skies<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Quidditch Uniform<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood <br><strong>Wand</strong>: Pear Wood, Dragon Heartstring, 10 1/3 inches with two twists<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor/ 4th Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday September 24rd<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 11:00 AM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Qudditch Pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Tryouts<br>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Stand Out/Goofy Movie (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FlMZXtATye4)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Hikaru, Open<br><hr><br><br>Claire wasn't entirely sure what to make of Hikaru as he withdrew his hand. She might have just assumed before he was a young man that was emboldened by his swagger, self assured of his success before it'd happened that a outright rejection wasn't capable of regestering for him. It was easy to spot self assured men, and everything about Hikaru's posture, the way he spoke, the way he pressed told Claire he fell into that category easily. Yet he understood her body language enough that he withdrew his hand without her having to tell him she wasn't going to accept it. It wasn't as if he was daft, maybe it was her own fault for asking if she could help him. It was rhetorical of course, but a invitation was a invitation wasn't it?<br><br>When Hikaru spoke she was taken back a bit by what he was saying. Her eyes widening a little bit in surprise, and her head tilting just a bit to the right. A soft "heh," escaped her lips in a half laugh before she closed her eyes shaking her head. <br><br>"That's a commendable attitude to have," she said, "Students are more than the houses they are sorted into." She said a soft smile on her features. In spite of the smile her tone already said that she wasn't buying into what he was trying to sell her. "However, in school as students the point is to learn and become respectable witches and wizards, that doesn't put is directly opposed on another." She said this time pausing, so she could look over to the field. <br><br>"That isn't true here," she said her soft voice gaining a edge to it, as her vibrant blue eyes narrowed turning her eyes back up to Hikaru. "You just let me know on the quidditch field you're my rival, or at least you intend to be." She said her voice remaining firm, as her smile turned neutral, and the look she gave him turning more focused. <br><br>It wasn't that she didn't like him necessarily, the truth of the mater was she didn't know him. By all rights he could be a very respectable young man, who had a lot to offer. Perhaps he could be a good friend, <em>maybe</em> someone that was fun to flirt with. He was confident, smooth, and eloquent. All of those were appealing traits in their own rights. She wouldn't want him to think there was necessarily something wrong with him, or that she was cold. Or that she took stalk of what house people were from, she felt judging and prejudice was a significant problem. <br><br>Still she was the <em>captain</em> of the Gryffindor team. Not just a member of it at the tryouts to help, she was the <em>captain</em>. It was under dubious circumstances, it wasn't really earned, and the team was looking to be in very bad shape, but being captain still meant something to her. It meant she needed to serve as the example, and she couldn't give or act with less conviction then she expected out of her future teammates. So what example was it going to set, if she sat back and flirted? There were some students here that she might have to reject simply on mentality, and she might be laughing with their rivals? How could she keep a straight face and suggest that if she played along? It was hard not to feel frustration bubble up over the situation. However she'd force it back down.<br><br>She'd sigh again closing her eyes before giving him a stern and resolved face. "If you don't have anything related to quidditch, please allow space for other students to sign up for their tryouts." She said, electing to keep the proffessional attitude she felt a captain should have. She may not have <em>truly</em> earned the title, but she intended to be worthy too it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>08-05-2018, 04:36:33</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Quidditch Tryouts</span></strong></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ea/FinleyRav2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same shirt and hat in picture, with these pants and these shoes (https://c.static-nike.com/a/images/t_PDP_1280_v1/f_auto/sg6eptadejtqr0qt02ed/dri-fit-mens-training-pants-YPTABWgk.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Fir | Dragon | 12 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, 23 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch Pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> He's a Keeper, that one<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Three Days Grace - Riot (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ixZDTiXiHsc)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Orion | Preston<br><hr><br>The right fright that Orion had given Finley was apparently rather funny to him. He couldn’t help letting a few more residual chuckles loose just at watching how Orion struggled to keep from showing how humorous he found it all. Besides, with Orion smiling so brightly, the soft sound of barely audible laughter flowing through him, how could Finley not relish the moment?<br><br>Though they hadn’t known each other very long, Finley had gotten used to reading Orion’s face. Not that he knew what every expression he made meant, or anything. Still, it sometimes paid off that he bothered to pay such close attention. A perfect example was in the way that he reacted to Finley’s words and signs about how obviously surprised he was to find out Orion was planning to go for Beater. <br><br>His response veered in another direction though it still left Finley to wonder if Orion was offended or put off by his moment of shock. It wasn’t that he felt Orion couldn’t handle it, but rather, that he couldn’t quite picture it. Orion struck him as someone who needed the protecting, not someone who fended off the attacks. It was odd to think of him as a defender. <br><br>Then again, perhaps Orion felt he was best suited for that position because he was good at handling a broom and a bat at the same time. Finley regretted thinking that, because it quickly unraveled into wondering the extent of his multitasking abilities. Thankfully Orion’s signing forced Finley to pay attention again. He quickly got his words in before it was too late. <br><br>“Hey, I may have loads of Healers and Medi-Witches in my family, but don’t think that means I’m suited to fix you up properly.” Truth be told, despite not wanting to go down the road of a career in Healing, he actually did know enough to be able to help fix someone up if they were in need of minimal care.<br><br>“Not to mention, if you bleed on my sheets, you’ll need to replace them.” He wasn’t telling Orion anything he didn’t already know. Besides, Orion would likely be the one to freak out more over stains like that than Finley. When he mentioned that Seeker was his first choice, Finley’s brows furrowed in confusion. <br><br>Though he provided a decent explanation for his decision, Finley still shook his head mildly. “Your first choice is there for a reason. It’s your gut instinct. You should always go with your gut.” A very small part of his mind started to consider if Orion only wanted the Beater position in order to watch his back, as he had mentioned. Surely not. <br><br>When he reached out and cupped Orion’s shoulder, it was for a moment like time had paused. But that moment was a fleeting one, and all too soon, their surroundings came crashing back down around them once again, making him withdraw as a familiar pull worked downward from inside him. <br><br>Orion turned and started to walk off just as Preston came by and greeted them both. With a glance at where he’d come from and who may have been behind him (an annoying but gorgeous girl who was always just a short pace away, if not attached at his hip), Finley finally noticed the sign in table. “Oy!” He nudged Preston with a tap of a fist to the arm. “Brilliant! They can’t turn you down that way!” Finley launched into laughter. <br><br>He had quite impeccable timing, honestly. If not for him, Finley may have wound up popping a stiffy right there on the pitch, and causing his pants to tent in a rather overt way, given the sweats he wore. Thankfully, there was nothing like a surprise visit from Preston to ensure he wouldn’t go popping any boners. Even more so if his other half was with him. Speaking of…<br><br>“So, where’s the ball and chain? Did she break a nail and have to dash off to the Infirmary?” Finley’s tone must have spoken volumes. It was clear that he didn’t wish her any ill will, but at the same time, if she had been occupied with other things for hours, he wouldn’t bat an eye. “You plannin’ to play Quidditch with that ring a’ yours?” He had to ask. <br><br>Before too long, Finley would gesture to Orion, catching his eye when he was able, and pointed out the sign in table. With that, he flashed his hands at his dorm mate. “Come on then, we ought to sign in.” He wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch Orion again, but couldn't without a valid reason. That would have made him look like a complete knob. Right?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>08-05-2018, 06:02:41</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Quidditch Tryouts</strong></div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e9/Orion_Rav_1.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1VmzuKFXXXXa9XFXXq6xXFXXXn/Sleeveless-Sports-clothing-sets-for-men-Workout-Clothes-Set-Fitness-Outdoor-Sweat-absorbent-quick-drying-tracksuits.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Orion Reed (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118324#msg14118324)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Half<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Alder, Dragon Heartstring, 10 in, Whippy<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Ravenclaw 1st Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Saturday, September 23rd, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch Pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Someone may beat me, but have to bleed to do it<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open! <em>Finley Clark! Preston Chadwick III! Mention: Cecilia Price!</em> <br><hr><br>Orion's face turned, hiding his blush. His sheets? The thought of being in his bed alone...<br>His heart felt as if erupting aflame, but tempered in the billowing zephyr. <br><br>It only made the fantasy of the breezy Ravenclaw dorm room too real.<br><br>Why am I vividly imagining his body pressed behind mine? Cuddling in the wind? Now's not the time! Noo!<br>When Finley had said first choice was gut choice, Orion almost wanted to bicker: No, Beater was gut choice.<br>Then Puff Preston came, surprisingly without Cece, sparking Finley in a more playful mood. Maybe aggressive?<br>Orion liked hearing him with that tone; with that particular tone, it would drive him wild to certain kinds of fun.<br><br>Preston made him smile too with his comment: signing up all positions. They were sure to see him on the field.<br>Orion pointed to Preston and pointed to another index finger that had symbolized Preston. His finger hovered<br>before jamming in a horizontally flat palm, bumping left to right. <em>You're gonna crash out of the sky!</em> <br><br>He chuckled breathily then shook his head. <em>Nah!</em> Two thumbs up, he showed his vote of confidence.<br><br>Orion held out a hand for Preston to shake. His mind went to a cleaning spell, Tergeo, something he had been<br>practicing nonverbally for a month now but to no avail. His mind went to hand sanitizer next, which he was never without.&nbsp; <br><br>When Finley pointed to the sign-up table, Orion was excited and patted both hands on both of Finley's shoulders.<br>He gripped and shook them playfully, almost rough-housing him up, just to get in the habit of physical contact.<br>He raced first to Ravenclaw's table and put his name down for Beater. He paused but refrained at Seeker. Gut choice.<br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>08-05-2018, 23:35:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Cece_Huff_10.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Cecilia Price (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14079007#msg14079007)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (http://www.gotceleb.com/wp-content/uploads/celebrities/lucy-hale/hollister-clothing-photoshoot-2014/Lucy-Hale:-Hollister-Clothing-2014--10.jpg) with these heels (https://media.missguided.com/s/missguided/F1608463_set/1/nude-western-buckle-heeled-sandals) and rose gold infinity promise ring (http://cdn.supadupa.me/shop/20655/images/1923111/il_fullxfull.545557617_qg05_grande.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Chestnut | Dragon Heartstring | 9 ¼ inches | Slightly bendy<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, 23 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch Pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Ball and chain alert!<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Pentatonix - Aha! (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XhFTiNfPQ0M)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Preston<br><hr><br>Cecilia preferred to sleep in on the weekends. Beauty sleep was critical, as was a consistent night time regimen complete with a proper skin care routine. It took a lot of effort to appear effortlessly beautiful. It also took a lot of expensive products. But, that part was fairly inconsequential. <br><br>However, she knew that Preston had been planning to attend Quidditch tryouts and intended to wake up when he did to at least see him off before he went. Sports, unsurprisingly, weren’t really her thing. <br><br>Unfortunately, things weren’t as simple at Hogwarts as they were back home. She had no cell phone service to set an alarm on her phone. Though she owned a rather expensive watch that looked more like a fancy bracelet than a watch, it had no alarm feature on it, either. <br><br>So, she wound up sleeping in and by the time she awoke and searched the Hufflepuff common room, Preston was nowhere to be found. She threw a miniature fit about his disappearance - he hadn’t even left a note! Thankfully, one of the boys took pity on her - it helped to have a pretty pouty face - and offered to search Preston’s bedside table for clues. <br><br>What he returned with was the promise ring that Cece had chosen for him. After grabbing it and darting back off to her room to get ready and primped, she made her way - stomping and storming off the whole time - to the Quidditch pitch.<br><br>Admittedly, she got a bit lost on her way there and had to stop several times to ask upperclassmen for directions, but eventually, she found her way there and spotted Preston at once, chatting with two other first years. <br><br>Marching over to him, as much as she could while wearing such a short romper, her eyes narrowed at him angrily (https://data.whicdn.com/images/60877614/original.gif). She then pulled the ring from her purse - it was now attached to a simple gold chain, long enough to be worn from his neck. <br><br>“You’ve got to wear this all the time!” She demanded, extending her hand for him to take the makeshift necklace. “It’s in our contract.” That last bit was muttered as her arms folded over her chest and her lower lip jutted out slightly. With that, she released a small sigh and held both arms out in a peace offer of sorts. Or so it appeared, anyway. <br><br>“And you left this morning without telling me. And without getting a good luck kiss!” With a shake of her head, she seemed to chastise him. “Thank goodness I’ve come all the way here to send you off properly.” Her fingers flicked, gesturing for him to step in and close the distance between them. “Come on then, on with it. Then you can get back to your sporty things.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>09-05-2018, 05:04:58</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Quidditch Tryouts</span></strong></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ea/FinleyRav2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same shirt and hat in picture, with these pants and these shoes (https://c.static-nike.com/a/images/t_PDP_1280_v1/f_auto/sg6eptadejtqr0qt02ed/dri-fit-mens-training-pants-YPTABWgk.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Fir | Dragon | 12 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, 23 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch Pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> He's a Keeper, that one<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Three Days Grace - Riot (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ixZDTiXiHsc)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Orion | <del>Preston</del><br><hr><br>Although cleaning up another’s wounds was hardly something most would consider to be romantic, Finley couldn’t quite help romanticising the image in his mind. Caressing Orion’s face with a wet cloth certainly had its perks. Getting close enough to take in a scent of arousal and closing the distance even further with a heated press of his lips…<br><br>Finley had to shake his head, willing those thoughts far away. Besides, he wasn’t even sure that Orion was interested. Maybe he was just friendly. He released a bit of a sigh. <br><br>Apparently Finley had spoken too soon, for just after teasing Preston about the ring, that very ball and chain he had mentioned decided to show up, stomping over to him for a scolding of sorts. That was probably why Preston had missed the hand that Orion had offered for him to shake. <br><br>“Come on, then. Quickly!” Finley abruptly told and speedily signed to his dorm mate, before grabbing his extended hand and whisking him away, over to the table. “Best leave the lover’s quarrel alone.” He whispered to Orion, signing while they walked, then cheekily grinning at him. <br><br>At the table, he let Orion go first, not really planning on the top notch view it’d provide to him when Orion leaned down. He grumbled at himself, inwardly fighting the surge of excitement flowing through him. He really had gotten backed up, hadn’t he? Well, that’d just have to get fixed at his next shower. <br><br>When Orion had finished, Finley took his spot and signed his name up for the only position he could realistically see himself playing; Keeper. After that, and with a courteous wave to the one in charge of it - someone he wasn’t quite sure he knew - Finley turned back to Orion, radiating the sun as he gripped his mate’s shoulders and pumped him up a bit.<br><br>“Right! You ready?!” He asked emphatically, using his hands at the same time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>14-05-2018, 02:38:24</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Quidditch Tryouts</strong></span></div><br><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> Football shirt and shorts (http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1W77rAiY7qU/T3IvsIilQSI/AAAAAAAARRY/Bk5lH3uKz5c/s1600/484947_323274174398107_117711301621063_894516_2046682642_n.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>: Saturday, 23 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch Pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>If there was a sport invented, Iain would likely have some connection to it. It's something of which Iain has great pride. As the youngest boy of seven, he constantly had to fight to make it up the rung in the family tree. It honed his abilities at sports. Nothing made him happier when they captured the Quidditch cup and the end of the season last year.<br><br>Looking out at the potentials, Iain thought that this year would give Gryffindor a good run to keep the cup in their House. This year's first years were a bit outside the box and the sorting hat had certainly done it's best to place students with differing strengths and abilities across the Houses. Perhaps it will always be that way to maintain balance. Those thoughts were more for philosophers and others with more academic pursuits in mind. Iain was here to check out the team and competition.<br><br>The bothersome cheating scandal that raked the teams opened up a slew of slots for first years. First years were unknown and could be worthy opponents. All was up in the air this year and Iain had his sights set on retaining the cup.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>15-05-2018, 03:59:23</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Quidditch Tryouts</span></strong></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ee/Eikichi_Characters_52-5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zacharias Warde (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14002048#msg14002048)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Zach's Outfit (https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1IWlvLpXXXXaaXXXXq6xXFXXXu/2016-New-Arrival-Apring-Autumn-Stylish-Casual-Blazers-Men-s-Coat-Black-Velvet-Blazer-Men-Terno.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood <br><strong>Wands</strong>: Rowan, Basilisk Skin, 11 inches, Unyielding, Family Heirloom. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor 1<sup>st</sup> year.<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday. September 23rd, 2017.<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch Pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Arriving<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Son of Man by Phil Collins (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-WcHPFUwd6U)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Claire, Hikaru - Open<br><hr>Claire was right about one thing, students were more than their houses. If there was ever a more obvious example of that fact, then one needed to look no further than the incumbent heir of the Warde family. At least he had been the incumbent heir, once word reached his family of his housing situation whether that title would be revoked was a question that kept up Zacharias at night, it also kept up Nathaniel but that was an entirely different matter. Everything Zacharias was and did was the antithesis of what a Gryffindor was meant to be; he was not a chivalrous man, nor was he that caring, he was more ambitious and intelligent then he would ever be daring. Yet regardless of that mismatch he was in fact stuck in the Gryffindor house, there was no way he was no going back so all he could do was begrudgingly accept it and move on.<br><br>Still there was one activity where he’d accept wearing even that blasted emblem if it meant he could play Quidditch. It was the one activity that almost every Warde participated in. In fact the only ward to avoid the sport was his half-blood nephew, Adam; only emphasizing the fact that a true Warde was excellent on the broom and Adam was simply undeserving of his last name. As annoying as it was that he’d be playing for Gryffindor, he’d swallowed that bile down for two reasons; to show off his prestigious skill and more importantly to outclass his cousin. He had paid Nathaniel a visit before arriving at the try-outs, not for tips but rather to get some information on who exactly was left on the Quidditch team. Nathaniel had told him he should try to behave himself, as the new captain was a half-blood. So it seemed that Zacharias would have to once again restrain his urges. Joining the Gryffindor team truly was turning out to be more of a hassle than it was worth.<br><br>Zacharias arrived at the Quidditch pitch and quickly located the row of tables for the Gryffindors to sign up. There were two people slightly blocking his path to the tables, and being who he was Zacharias wasn’t going to go out of his way to go around them, especially when they were both at fault for blocking the way. Of course if he’d realized that the woman blocking his path was the captain he might have been slightly more apologetic, or restrained, but he’d paid more attention to the man that Claire had been chatting with, Hikaru. Unlike Claire, Zacharias did know who Hikaru was thanks to the sorting ceremony. He also knew that Hikaru wasn’t a pureblood, so he simply assumed the person he was chatting with was just as impure and unimportant. He purposefully stepped past them both, practically pushing Hikaru slightly towards Claire as he gave a rather audible mutter under his breath as he pushed the Half-blood aside to get to the sign-up table.<br><br>"I think you're at the wrong table, halfblood." There was no apology from Zacharias over the fact he'd practically shoved Hikaru to the side so that he could get to the sign-up table. Nor was there an apology for what he assumed was Hikaru's companion. He saw them both as useless flirts so it really wasn't important for him to care, the fact that Hikaru was at the wrong table was only all the more annoying, he didn't question why he was there. In Zacharias mind he wouldn't be surprised if it did turn out Zacharias was an idiot, he'd probably feel more sorry for the girl he was flirting with before feeling any pity or remorse towards Hikaru over his behavior. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>19-05-2018, 01:44:49</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Quidditch Tryouts</span></strong></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f1/HikaruSly2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Hikaru Matsukoto<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Comfortable and functional dark blue denim jeans and a form fitting forest green t-shirt with black sneakers. Hair impeccable as always.<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 11 Inch/Dogwood/Erkling dart<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 1st year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday September 23rd<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch Pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Try outs, a bit of flirting and blowing off pureblood nonsense<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> The man, by The Killers (https://youtu.be/w3xcybdis1k)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Claire, Zacharias, open.<br><hr><br>The first thing Hikaru did as he was pushed was grab hold of Claire's forearms to avoid her being knocked over if he bumped into her, but he whirled around as soon as he knew Claire wasn't taking any dives... stormy blue eyes flashed with outrage at the Gryffindor jerk that had clearly jumped on in front of Claire. He could shove him if he liked, but there was no reason to disrespect a lady.<br><br><strong>{Zacharias}</strong> "I think you're at the wrong table, halfblood."<br><br>Ah... so he was one of those, was he? How utterly delightful... you'd think that nonsense would have stopped after seeing what the Dark Lord had done with it, but... unfortunately, there were someone incapable of enlightenment. <br><br>“Zacharias Warde, right?” Hikaru replied, his tone cool and calm, but his eyes were cold as an arctic glacier “I saw you at the sorting ceremony, you were with that French countess girl, or whatever she is... I just heard she's some kind of nobility. How very curious it was...”<br><br>He turned to Claire then, as if Zacharias was no longer interesting enough to pay attention to “Miss Skies, it would do me great pleasure for the opportunity to speak to you again some time, but for now, I must bid you adieu”<br><br>Sliding Zacharias a cool and stoic expression, his eyes laughing at him, he turned from the table and headed back over towards the Slytherin sign up table... he was certain Zacharias would know what he meant... that he found it quite curious that a French redheaded beauty with both money and title, would choose a backward attitude prick like him when she could probably have anyone she wanted. A curious thing indeed...<br><br>Not that it really mattered to him, he just wanted to get under the arrogant pureblood's skin... maybe he should flirt with her a little bit? Nothing inappropriate or serious, just enough to annoy her boyfriend.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>19-05-2018, 04:44:09</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Quidditch Tryouts</span></strong></div><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/NqzIUtY.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Ashley "Ash" Suttirat (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14149486#msg14149486)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> As pictured + light hoodie, her hair are attached in a ponytail<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure-blood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Hawthorn wood, with Dragon Heartstring Core, 12½ inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 1st<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, 23 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch Pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Try outs<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> 2NE1 - I Am The Best (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7_lSP8Vc3o)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Claire, Zacharias, Hikaru; Open<br><br><hr><br>Ash had heard the rumors, grossly barked around by losers too eager to see that cute girl or guy from their house's Quidditch team, or have a laugh at 1st years trying to make the team. The sport definitely interested Ash, and she was pretty good at it, but cooperation was probably her biggest weakness in the game. More importantly, though, tryouts? Ash was like Zlatan, she didn't do auditions. She therefore had no reason to go, but since she wanted to be part of the team, for her own sake, she figured she would show up and ask to be directly included in the squad. Professional sports clubs made exceptions for superstars, it should be the same in her case. <br><br>Wearing sports clothes, Ash walked over to the Quidditch Pitch, her personal broom in her hand with the inscription <acronym title="Ash">แอช</acronym> engraved on the tip in gold. It was the latest broom made by her father's company, as good as Britain's modern models. She didn't intend to use it, but she figured it would make a better impression and improve her chances of being accepted in the team without having to do any tryouts. Surely the Slytherin captain would see right away that she meant business. <br><br>Arriving at the sign-up tables, she witnessed some awkward exchange between two 1st years students, one she knew as Hikaru, a fellow Slytherin, and the other a White British guy apparently from Gryffindor, in the presence of a Gryffindor Quidditch team player she didn't know the name. The way Hikaru spoke was curious though, being so polite to the Gryffindor girl but tensed with the guy. <em>What is he? A posh Brit?</em> she wondered, almost amused. As he stepped away from them, Ash stepped in blocking his path. <br><br>"Hikaru, right?" she greeted him, glancing over his shoulder at Zacharias and Claire, before looking back at him. "You tryin' out? You happen to know who's the Slytherin captain? I gotta speak to them," she then asked, looking around, her adopted American accent clashing with the various British dialects being spoken around the pitch. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>19-05-2018, 05:49:55</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Quidditch Tryouts</span></strong></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f1/HikaruSly2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Hikaru Matsukoto<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Comfortable and functional dark blue denim jeans and a form fitting forest green t-shirt with black sneakers. Hair impeccable as always.<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 11 Inch/Dogwood/Erkling dart<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 1st year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday September 23rd<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch Pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Try outs, meeting a fellow Slytherin<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> The man, by The Killers (https://youtu.be/w3xcybdis1k)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ashley, open.<br><hr><br><br><br><strong>{Ashley}</strong> "Hikaru, right?" <br><br>Stormy blue eyes turned to look at the pretty blonde girl that had addressed him, she was Asian as well... but if he was to guess, if he listened to her voice and studied her eyes... he would say Thai? He couldn't be 100% sure, but he'd bet he was correct.<br><br>“Yes, Matsukoto. Hikaru Matsukoto” He replied, giving her a slight respectful bow of his head, a charming charismatic smile curving his lips.<br><br><strong>{Ashley}</strong> "You tryin' out? You happen to know who's the Slytherin captain? I gotta speak to them," <br><br>“Yes, I am indeed trying out and as for the captain, I must confess that I do not know” Hikaru replied “However, I am certain that shall be soon cleared up for us when he or she arrives. In the mean time... you have attained my name... it is only fair that I know should know yours as well, yes?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>19-05-2018, 06:32:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/16/Rosalyn_Gryff_5.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Rosalyn Lamoureux<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Hogwarts robes with Gryffindor accessories, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">These stockings</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1T1LFOXXXXXapXVXXq6xXFXXXn/Sexy-Women-Lace-Top-Sheer-Stay-Up-Thigh-High-Stockings-Pantyhose-Ladies-Stockings.jpg)</div></div> and <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">These shoes</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://images.neimanmarcus.com/ca/1/product_assets/S/0/4/8/U/NMS048U_mu.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 10 Inch/Alder/Unicorn hair- Slightly flexible <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, year 3<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday September 23rd<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Quidditch field<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Supporting her man<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Rosalyn's theme- La Vie En Rose (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NK9zdPj-oslink)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Zacharias<br>Mentioning: Hikaru<br><hr><br><br>Rosalyn was all smiles as she walked out onto the field, she paid no mind to the admiring glances she received from various male students as she headed towards her fiance... oh she saw them looking at her, but she meant it when she told Zacharias that so long as he was faithful to her, she would belong to him and him alone. <br><br>He looked to be just getting finished signing the sheet and leaving the table when she made it up to him, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders loosely and leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek, murmuring "For good luck... not that you'll need it, I'm sure you're going to out fly everyone else up there"<br><br>She looked back towards the Slytherin table and frowned briefly before looking at Zacharias again and releasing her arms from his shoulders "Watch out for the Japanese guy, girls are whispering that he's an experienced racer... at least when they aren't going on an on about how cute he is, they do volunteer some good information..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>20-05-2018, 02:55:53</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Quidditch Tryouts</span></strong></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/27/Claire_Gryff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Claire Skies<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Quidditch Uniform<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood <br><strong>Wand</strong>: Pear Wood, Dragon Heartstring, 10 1/3 inches with two twists<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor/ 4th Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday September 24rd<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 11:00 AM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Qudditch Pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Tryouts<br>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Stand Out/Goofy Movie (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FlMZXtATye4)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Hikaru, Zacharias, Rosalyn, Open<br><hr>From one end of the spectrum to the other in a matter of seconds. As Hikaru ignored house status, in a overtly friendly <em>if not a bit naive</em> manner that had left Claire conflicted on how to react. In walked Zacharias Warde to sign his name and Zacharias held no respect, no friendly spirit, and in a manner of seconds spat venom and disrespect as he moved along. Pushing Claire aside so he could go sign his name on the paper. Claire's eyes went wide in surprise before narrowing into a glare. The outright disrespect was a genuine surprise to the Gryffindor Captain. Sure, she could grant to the first year that he didn't necessarily know Claire was the captain, but was throwing his weight around like that supposed to be a good impression? <br><br>He followed it up by calling Hikaru a halfblood. Which if again she <em>were</em> to be fair wasn't slanderous but it wasn't as if halfblood wizards walked around saying <em>how are you today halfblood</em>. That was strictly a pure-blood term, and it was a sign of status and superiority when they used it. Her glare grew as her hands dropped from being folded and would press agains either side of her hips. She had just worried about not being taken seriously as a captain for being friendly during tryouts, and there as if to answer her concerns was a much bigger issue. How was she to respond to blatant disrespect from someone who wasn't even on the team yet?<br><br>She opened her mouth before Hikaru spoke and she turned her head distracted for a moment, the glare on her features dropping for a look of surprise. "Sure, next time you can congradulate me on a well played game after Gryffindor hands Slytherin another loss." She said recovering quickly, and her voice full of confidence as she spoke. Respect ought to be met with respect, even if it came in between something that made you angry. Just the the expect way one should behave with other people right?<br><br>Turning her eyes back to Zacharias, she'd be surprised that they'd be interrupted yet again by another student. She was wearing gryffindor colors, but rather then go for the sign up sheet she embraced him, and then spoke about him outflying everyone else on the field. Were they intimate or something? Figures, she should have given him her piece of mind first, now she had to worry about him needing to save face in front of his girlfriend. <br><br>"I genuinely hope that wasn't your idea of putting your <em>best</em> foot forward," she said, her voice having lost all it's warmth from a moment again and instead was stern, like a teacher that was disappointed in the actions of her student. She wasn't glaring this time, but her features had hardened as she regarded them.<br><br>She'd gaze at the two gryffindor students for a moment, thinking of what else she should say, before electing not to say anything. If you wanted authority, claiming you should have it after being disrespected never worked after all right? Besides awarness was a important skill, she'd let him put who she was together himself as she looked over the clipboard, curious what position he was going to try out for. She'd take her spot once more in her seat as she set the clipboard down and gaze up to him and his girlfriend. <br><br>"Is she here to tryout?" She asked her eyes fixating on Rosalyn, even though she was pretty confident she already knew the answer. Still the silence felt uncomfortable to her, and though a stoic stern gaze was what she wanted to do, she ended up breaking it anyway. Better to not let her forget to put her name down while she smitten with her boyfriend just to be safe. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>20-05-2018, 03:45:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/16/Rosalyn_Gryff_5.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Rosalyn Lamoureux<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Hogwarts robes with Gryffindor accessories, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">These stockings</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1T1LFOXXXXXapXVXXq6xXFXXXn/Sexy-Women-Lace-Top-Sheer-Stay-Up-Thigh-High-Stockings-Pantyhose-Ladies-Stockings.jpg)</div></div> and <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">These shoes</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://images.neimanmarcus.com/ca/1/product_assets/S/0/4/8/U/NMS048U_mu.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 10 Inch/Alder/Unicorn hair- Slightly flexible <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, year 3<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday September 23rd<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Quidditch field<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Hanging out at the Quidditch field<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Rosalyn's theme- La Vie En Rose (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NK9zdPj-oslink)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Zacharias, Claire, open<br>Mentioning: <br><hr><br><br>Unaware of what had transpired before, Rosalyn shook her head in response to the blonde' question and smiled brightly, approaching her to extend a friendly hand "No, I'm just here to support my boyfriend. It's a pleasure to meet another of my Gryffindor housemates, I look forward to making friends with all of my housemates.&nbsp; my name is Rosalyn Lamoureux... might I ask yours?"<br><br>The warmth of her smile reached into her eyes with sincerity... it might strike others as a bit odd, her and Zacharias being an item... Zacharias being cool as a chilled cucumber and Rosalyn with her warmth and the kindness that was so obvious in her eyes. One might have expect the redhead to have been sorted into Hufflepuff, but that feisty fire in her... poor Hufflepuffs might just have been a little bit intimidated if not semi scared of her willingness when necessary to pull on those big girl pants and do what she had to do in situation or what she felt was in heart of hearts was the right thing... even if she or others didn't much like it.<br><br>Nope, Gryffindor was the only place for the flame haired lioness.<br><br>Inside, Rosalyn was excited... being nobility, she led a very sheltered life and never had the opportunity to make many female friends, this was a golden chance she had no intentions of wasting. "I can't wait to see everyone up there... I can't believe it about the scandal, but... the twisting roads of fate is a funny thing, I suppose... so many ways to get lost..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>20-05-2018, 06:19:47</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Quidditch Tryouts</span></strong></div><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/JigRCJ0.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Moray Morrigan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999176#msg13999176)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Running Clothes</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/h7s7loi.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood,<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 15 inch Beech, Kelpie hair core, rigid. There is a slight twist to the wand and one single groove curved along the wand. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, September 23rd ,2017,<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Day, Quidditch thingy<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Teasing<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Talking to Hikaru and Ashley, mentioning Rosalyn and baby Warde.<br><hr><br>Moray wasn't trying to fashionably late she just could not find her shoes, she had them this morning when she went for a run and now they were missing. She had turned the room inside out, her clothes thrown over everyone else's bed's until she realised she had put them in her wardrobe instead of under the bed like she normally did. <br><br>Frowning to herself she pulled them on, gathered her clothes off people's bed throwing them onto her own and closing the drapes. “I'll deal with that later.” She shrugged heading out of the common room. She wore her pink running clothes, she hoped the look of herself might make people think she was an easy target, she certainly wasn't.<br><br>She hopped on her broom once she was outside heading towards the Quidditch pitch, she was sat with both her legs on one side the broom, lazily flying down to the pitch a few feet off the ground. She spotted Rosie and gave her a wave before realising she was with her shadow, seriously she needed to talk to her. Shaking her head she flew over to the Slytherin sign-in table.<br><br>She overheard the two first years talking about who the captain was, she jumped off the broom, grabbing it from the air she placed it on the table. “The captain was removed from duty, all the captains did actually and most of the older students.” She offered the two of them, throwing Hikaru a wink as she wrote her name down. <br><br>“Cheating is never good...unless you don't get caught, or make it look like you're making the other team is cheating. Cheating as some very strange conditions for our house.” She shrugged before looking at the girl. “Hey, I'm Moray Morrigan, by the way. Yes, that Moray, I am amazing, thank you for realising that in the very short time that you've known me.” She grinned, she was in a playful mood, this was another tactic of hers, make people believe she was super nice and friendly, and then destroy them.<br><br>“Which positions are you guys into?” She looked at Hikaru, “Actually I'm pretty sure you'd be up for any and all positions but I mean on the Quidditch team.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>20-05-2018, 15:19:23</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Quidditch Tryouts</span></strong></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c5/Preston_Huff_4.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Preston Chadwick III (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14061020#msg14061020)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Grey t-shirt and sweats<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Redwood and has a core of Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff. 1st<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, September 23rd, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch Pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Busted<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Cece, mentioned: Fin and Orion<br><hr><br>Greetings all exchanged in the way that boys had, short words or grunts followed by teasing, back slapping and then awkward silences, Preston soon enough found himself standing alone on the pitch as Finley and his new friend wandered off to get themselves signed in.&nbsp; <em>You’d think Ravenclaws would be on top of that sort of thing…</em> Preston thought with an internal smirk, although that expression faded quite quickly as he turned to have a look around, his eyes instantly spotting an small, curved and clearly marching-straight-for-him figure.<br><br><em>I’ve been caught out…</em> Preston thought as he watched Cece approaching, unable to keep a slight grin off his face as he watched her clearly trying to storm towards him, but restricted by the triple threat of keeping her composure, her outfit, and most of her tall heels punching through the soft grass of the Pitch.&nbsp; Almost opening his mouth to make a pithy comment about such, Preston instead clammed right up as the arriving Cece narrowed her eyes at him, a clear sign of impending danger.&nbsp; With that, Preston knew treading carefully here was his best bet.&nbsp; They were still feeling each other out in this engagement, although not literally enough yet, and he at least knew better than to TRY and mess up.<br><br>“Right you are, my darling! How remiss of me.&nbsp; I was just afraid to lose it, of course.&nbsp; I never thought of this clever method.”&nbsp; Preston replied, laying it on perhaps a LITTLE thick, but Cece certainly hadn’t seemed to mind that so far, and he did have to find the threshold somehow.&nbsp; Taking the gold chain and slipping it over his head, Preston grinned suddenly at Cece’s outstretched arms.&nbsp; THIS was much more in line with something he knew how to handle, and he was quite sure he could remove any lingering anger….by scandalizing her of course.<br><br>Stepping between her arms, Preston instead slipped his own around Cece’s slim form.&nbsp; “Oh, I don’t know, I think I need a LOT of luck…”&nbsp; He mused, and instead of the chaste kiss Cece was expecting, Preston dipped her way back onto her heels until his arms were all that was holding her up, and he placed a very deep kiss directly onto his fiance’s lips.&nbsp; Letting that linger for a bit, Preston finally stood and straightened them both.&nbsp; “There, that should about do it, I imagine.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>20-05-2018, 16:32:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Cece_Huff_10.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Cecilia Price (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14079007#msg14079007)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (http://www.gotceleb.com/wp-content/uploads/celebrities/lucy-hale/hollister-clothing-photoshoot-2014/Lucy-Hale:-Hollister-Clothing-2014--10.jpg) with these heels (https://media.missguided.com/s/missguided/F1608463_set/1/nude-western-buckle-heeled-sandals) and rose gold infinity promise ring (http://cdn.supadupa.me/shop/20655/images/1923111/il_fullxfull.545557617_qg05_grande.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Chestnut | Dragon Heartstring | 9 ¼ inches | Slightly bendy<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, 23 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch Pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Ball and chain alert!<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Pentatonix - Aha! (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XhFTiNfPQ0M)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Preston<br><hr><br>It was impossible to stay mad at Preston for too long. Especially when he knew exactly the right words to say to diffuse the situation. He was like a member of the bomb squad for that - and Cece was the ticking time bomb, naturally. Yet, every time she threatened to explode, he came right along and tapped in the exact code needed to suppress the blast. <br><br>Which was beneficial for the both of them, in many ways.<br><br>Nearly losing her nerve the moment she saw his boyish and charming smile, Cece managed to lecture him, albeit briefly, before enticing him with the temptation of a good luck kiss. Preston disengaged the detonation of his fiance with just a few words and one action. He took the necklace from her hand and placed it over his head so that it hung from his neck. Though his remark about not having thought up such a clever idea may have been a stretch, it was still plenty for Cece to forgive him instantly. <br><br>She grinned broadly up at him as he stepped closer, the sun catching against the band of his ring and making it glint slightly. His tone deepened, perhaps a foreshadowing of what was to come, while mentioning that he might need loads of luck. Which only meant one thing; a very meaningful kiss. He snaked his arms around her frame, wrapping her up like a present, before dipping her backward. <br><br>Cecilia squealed in delight, her face brightening a few shades, while her cheeks tinted to a coral shade - though that was nearly hidden by her layers of makeup. Her arms wound around Preston, locking them behind the nape of his neck as her body pressed against his, her weight suspended by his strong embrace. His lips sealed against hers deeply and passionately, at a level that she hadn’t quite anticipated. Cece kissed him back with just as much fierceness, left a little dizzy and positively breathless by the time he peeled away. <br><br>She pouted when he straightened up again and set her straight, assuring her that it was satisfactory for the luck he needed. Cece licked her lips and gulped audibly, clearing her throat and taking a second to breathe, before straightening out her dress and adjusting her hair. “Right, well, what sort of fiance would I be if not the sort that sends her future husband out with loads of luck?” The question was rhetorical, her voice dipping into something slightly raspy and carnal. <br><br>“We must celebrate when you make the team.” She whispered, reaching out to take hold of his necklace with one hand and the collar of his shirt with the other, before tucking the necklace beneath the fabric, and patting his chest twice. “I suppose I ought to stay, to support you during your tryout.” She murmured, not actually interested in watching the sport whatsoever. Not to mention, she knew absolutely nothing about it. But, if it was important to him, then it was important to her. At least, that was how married couples did things, wasn’t it?<br><br>“I’ll be right there, watching you the whole time.” She pointed to a spot in the stands at the first row. “Best of luck, Preston.” With that, Cece leaned in for another kiss. “Mmm.” A wave and a turn later, she was making her way to the spot she’d pointed to and sitting herself down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>22-05-2018, 03:59:18</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Quidditch Tryouts</span></strong></div><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/NqzIUtY.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Ashley "Ash" Suttirat (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14149486#msg14149486)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> As pictured + light hoodie, her hair are attached in a ponytail<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure-blood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Hawthorn wood, with Dragon Heartstring Core, 12½ inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 1st<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, 23 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch Pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Try outs<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> 2NE1 - I Am The Best (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7_lSP8Vc3o)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Hikaru, Moray; Open<br><br><hr><br>Hikaru seemed in a better mood after Ash started talking to him. Confirming her assumption that he was trying out, he informed her he also wasn't aware who was the captain, before adding that it would be cleared up when they would arrive, hinting at the possibility that they weren't there. <em>Arriving fashionably late at a try outs session? Well it would be odd and plausible depending on who the captain actually is,</em> Ash wondered, offering Hikaru half a smile with her lips shut tight as she listened to him. <br><br><em>In the mean time... you have attained my name... it is only fair that I know should know yours as well, yes?</em><br><br>Ash's lips contracted into one another as Hikaru had just insulted her, and in a way, he did. They had been at Hogwarts for 3 weeks and they were both first years in the same house, attending the same classes. <br><br>"It would be fair, indeed. You <em>should</em> know my name, or are you saying you don't?" she asked, speaking with a calm, neutral tone, despite being offended. <br><br>A third year Slytherin woman she had seen around in the common room arrived next to them, landing off her broom and laying it down on the adjacent table. She explained that there was actually no Slytherin captain, that the former one had been removed from duty due to the scandal. She wrote Hikaru's name on a piece of parchment intended to sort out trying out members for Slytherin, Ash supposed. While doing so, she offered her thoughts on the scandal itself, or cheating in general, rather. <em>Was there really any cheating if it's not caught?</em> Ash thought, looking carefully at the third year. They were the same height and as such Ash could stare directly into her blue eyes when she introduced herself as Moray Morrigan, playfully stating she was amazing. <em>So she's acting-Captain of sorts, I guess,</em> Ash figured out, glancing at Moray's broom on the table. She turned her attention again to Moray as she continued speaking. <br><br><em>Which positions are you guys into?</em><br><br>Before Ash could say anything, Moray turned towards Hikaru and felt the need to elaborate her question for him specifically. <br><br><em>Actually I'm pretty sure you'd be up for any and all positions but I mean on the Quidditch team.</em><br><br>Ash cringed for a second, a grimace appearing on her face hearing what Moray had said to Hikaru and leaving her traits almost as quickly. She had a short dry laugh, impatiently tapping the tip of her broom with her index before speaking herself. <br><br>"I'm into the Captaincy," Ash replied with a straight face, before smiling enigmatically. She expected to be interpreted as either being playful as well, or cocky. Either interpretation would be accurate to an extent. She wasn't stupid enough to think she would get the captaincy. "And my name is Ashley Suttirat," she declared, lifting up her chin and grinning ever slightly as if she was challenging the girl. "Nice to meet you, Moray," she added, offering her free hand for the third year to shake. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>26-05-2018, 03:20:22</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Quidditch Tryouts</span></strong></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ee/Eikichi_Characters_52-5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zacharias Warde (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14002048#msg14002048)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Zach's Outfit (https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1IWlvLpXXXXaaXXXXq6xXFXXXu/2016-New-Arrival-Apring-Autumn-Stylish-Casual-Blazers-Men-s-Coat-Black-Velvet-Blazer-Men-Terno.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood <br><strong>Wands</strong>: Rowan, Basilisk Skin, 11 inches, Unyielding, Family Heirloom. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor 1<sup>st</sup> year.<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday. September 23rd, 2017.<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch Pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Arriving<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Son of Man by Phil Collins (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-WcHPFUwd6U)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Claire, Hikaru - Open<br><hr>Good impression, what were they but a fleeting necessity? One might think that a good impression was key to attaining respect and some measure of decency when it came to outsiders. But Zacharias was not someone that cared about others impressions of him, in fact even the impressions of his family were mostly deemed worthless. If it wasn’t for the abhorrent amount of pressure put on him it was likely that Zacharias would have gained an even nastier demeanor that he already possessed, if that was even possible. Rather than having others judge him based on something trivial as impressions, the proverb of the strong being the just and the weak being the thief was more fitting. As far as Zacharias was concerned it wasn’t who was right, or wrong, that decided things but who had the strength to defend their argument. Of course that strength did not necessarily have to translate into the physical might, or magical superiority, in a field such as this that strength as nothing else other than his skillmanship with a broom.<br><br>So while another person, more caring of their appearance might have decided to apologize or even make amends for their behavior when confronted with a superior. Zacharias had no such mind to do so, even if he was in the wrong he’d already decided to stand his ground. Even under her disapproving gaze of him all Zacharias could do was shrug as an answer. Not even committing to a genuine reply. Even if there had been a reply about to make it’s way it was soon cut away by the approach of a certain red-head. While another man might have been a bit more enthused to have his girlfriend around to support him, Zacharias was trying his best to hide the fact that he was actually rather annoyed she had intruded. Still there was nothing that could be done about the fact, she was his fiancé after all, so he supposed he had to put up with such fancies from her. Even if he did find them to be a bit annoying and slightly embarrassing; embarrassing for herself not for him. Zacharias didn’t hold himself back from rolling his eyes when Claire asked if Rosalyn was here to try out. <em>If only that was case.</em> He couldn’t help the thought as it popped into his head, but at least he kept himself from visibly scoffing at the question. Something told him Rosalyn wouldn’t have been very happy if she knew he was making fun of her ‘devotion.’<br><br>Zacharias wasn’t particularly pleased about the way Rosalyn referred to him as her boyfriend, but that was something he’d sort out later. His attention was drawn away from the supposed captain of the Gryffindor team and instead focused on Rosalyn. He leaned forward giving a slight kiss to her cheek before murmuring under his breath. "It’s nice that you showed up, even though I said you <em>didn’t</em> need to." Those whispered words against her cheek hinted at the fact his intention was for her not to come, but whether she’d catch that was another matter. After all she hadn’t realized his intentions the first time so it was possible this time would be no different. Gah. This was such an utter pain in his ass, he’d much prefer to just be given the position of keeper and be on his way, still he supposed that try-outs were a bit of a necessity. It wouldn’t take much to prove he had the chops, but if he had to take a guess the Captain would now end up being a problem of sorts. In any other situation Zacharias wasn’t ashamed to admit he’d just charm his way out of it, even if it did mean charming a halfblood. Of course with a certain redhead now around that wasn’t <em>exactly</em> an option. If anything he could only curse his own pitiable luck to be put in such a situation.<br><br>Zacharias attention was no solely focused on that uncomfortable captain. After all he’d yet to formally address her in any meaningful way other than shrug to the one question she’d posed to him. Honestly, he wasn’t going to address her either. He could have, but she already had an impression of him so why take the time to try and fix it when it was mostly pointless? "So how exactly do these tryouts work, <em>Cap?</em>" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>28-05-2018, 15:27:46</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Quidditch Tryouts</span></strong></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c5/Preston_Huff_4.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Preston Chadwick III (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14061020#msg14061020)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Grey t-shirt and sweats<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Redwood and has a core of Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff. 1st<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, September 23rd, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch Pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Waiting<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> None, mentioned: Cece<br><hr>That had been a hell of a kiss, and Preston watched with heated eyes as Cece walked away to find a place where she could observe the tryouts.&nbsp; Watching his fiance walk away seemed to becoming a pastime of Preston’s, but not one he was minding at all.&nbsp; A lot of purebloods might have rebelled against the duty of an arranged marriage, but Preston knew what was expected of him.&nbsp; Of course, he did wonder if he would be quite so easy going if his parents had not apparently do so well a job.<br><br>Grinning to himself, Preston made a snap decision in that moment, heading BACK to the signup table, and scratching out the positions he had been willing to try out for, and leaving Seeker (and Chaser as a backup).&nbsp; If his fiance was going to watch him play, and he couldn’t imagine her NOT, then he was going to make sure that she was going to be watching him get the glory of scoring points.<br><br>With that done, Preston waited for the actual tryouts to start, already planning on the best way that he and Cece could celebrate.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>29-05-2018, 10:00:41</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Quidditch Tryouts</span></strong></div><div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/ploetzlichmeerjungfrau/images/e/e4/Phoebe-tonkin-at-cw-cbs-and-showtime-2013-summer-tca-party_1.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140610190904&amp;path-prefix=de)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Valerie Beaumont <br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Quidditch uniform<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Aspen, Dragon, 8<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 1st<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, September 24th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Noonish<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Tryouts <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Valerie was excited to try this sport, she had seen matches and learnt about it from the madame who is a major fan. It was a passtime for the two of them to go out to games as a reward for Valerie's hard work, Madame won't say that Valerie not playing quidditch would be disappointing, but that is how Valerie feels, besides this is a place to hone her flying skills and tactical choices.<br><br>In Fact she knew exactly what position to tryout for a beater, here she had to be able to discern when to attack and when to defend. When she was young she remembered watching the beaters closely, looking for that exact moment of when they make their decision. This is something that is very interesting to her. <br><br>She also has the advantage of an empty roster, this gives her plenty of room to grow rather than a sideline player at start. She wasn't convinced she would be the best player at start, even compared to some of the first years. The training that Valerie received was goal orientated, now it is time to use her ambition even if it's on a small scale. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>03-06-2018, 02:32:17</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Quidditch Tryouts</span></strong></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f1/HikaruSly2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Hikaru Matsukoto<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Comfortable and functional dark blue denim jeans and a form fitting forest green t-shirt with black sneakers. Hair impeccable as always.<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 11 Inch/Dogwood/Erkling dart<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 1st year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday September 23rd<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch Pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Try outs, meeting a fellow Slytherin<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> The man, by The Killers (https://youtu.be/w3xcybdis1k)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ashley, Moray, Valerie, open.<br><hr><br>“I wish you well then, Ashley, may you obtain the position you seek” Hikaru replied, turning a welcoming smile upon Moray “Lovely to see you this afternoon, Moray, you look beautiful as always. I am certain whatever position you seek will without a doubt fall into your capable hands”<br><br>Looking up when he felt a familiar presence in the air, Hikaru noticed a very familiar face coming onto the Quidditch field... Valerie Beaumont... their families regularly did business together and Valerie had often accompanied him whenever he went on his 'forbidden' races. She was quite admiring of his flying skills, she made quite a good amount of money placing bets on him... when they weren't busy snogging that is...<br><br>That was another talent of his she found quite pleasant... <br><br>It was wonderful to see her here, he ought to have contemplated that Valerie would attend Hogwarts, but... perhaps he'd just been too busy focusing on quidditch and getting on the team to really think about that too in depth.<br><br>“If you ladies will excuse me for a moment, I've just seen a friend of my family that I must greet” Hikaru murmured, smiling at the girls and politely excusing himself before he began making his way over towards Valerie.<br>There was a mischievous gleam in his stormy blue eyes as he caught her line of sight, a soft sensuous smile curving his perfectly kissable mouth “Valerie Beaumont... I am absolutely delighted to see you here, especially on the Quidditch field, dare I hope I shall have the great pleasure of playing beside a dear friend? You are here to try out, yes?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>03-06-2018, 03:10:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/16/Rosalyn_Gryff_5.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Rosalyn Lamoureux<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Hogwarts robes with Gryffindor accessories, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">These stockings</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1T1LFOXXXXXapXVXXq6xXFXXXn/Sexy-Women-Lace-Top-Sheer-Stay-Up-Thigh-High-Stockings-Pantyhose-Ladies-Stockings.jpg)</div></div> and <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">These shoes</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://images.neimanmarcus.com/ca/1/product_assets/S/0/4/8/U/NMS048U_mu.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 10 Inch/Alder/Unicorn hair- Slightly flexible <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, year 3<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday September 23rd<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Quidditch field<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Hanging out at the Quidditch field<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Rosalyn's theme- La Vie En Rose (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NK9zdPj-oslink)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Zacharias, Claire, open<br>Mentioning: <br><hr><br>At first, Rosalyn found it quite sweet that he was leaning in to kiss her cheek the way he was, but then he opened his mouth and ruined it...<br><br><strong>{Zacharias}</strong>&nbsp;"It’s nice that you showed up, even though I said you&nbsp;<em>didn’t</em>&nbsp;need to."<br><br>He didn't want her here... that hurt... a lot... no, hurt wasn't an adequate word, it downright stung... <br><br>She felt humiliated as well, the way she'd been allowing him to paw at her body... it made her feel like she was little more than just a convenient piece of ass, instead of his future wife...<br><br>When Zacharias turned to focus his attention on the Gryffindor captain, Rosalyn decided to gather up what little dignity she had left and turned away, silently walking off the quidditch field... troubling thoughts swirling in her head...<br><br>Was she just fooling herself? She really wanted to make this work, allow them both a chance to find some happiness in this arrangement and not live miserable lives in a loveless marriage... she'd rather suffer her family's wrath than marry a man that did not love her...<br><br>“What the hell am I doing?” Rosalyn groaned to herself miserably, making her way towards the castle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>05-06-2018, 10:27:59</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Quidditch Tryouts</span></strong></div><div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/ploetzlichmeerjungfrau/images/e/e4/Phoebe-tonkin-at-cw-cbs-and-showtime-2013-summer-tca-party_1.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140610190904&amp;path-prefix=de)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Valerie Beaumont <br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Quidditch uniform<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Aspen, Dragon, 8<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 1st<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, September 24th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Noonish<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Tryouts <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Hikaru<br><br><br>Valerie was entranced in thought about quidditch, she was wondering how she was going to do in the tryouts and mentally preparing herself for the task ahead. She is focused, level headed, and ready. Her state of mind is determination and to her, her actions must equate that height.<br><br>Then she heard a familiar voice. Hikaru, strange she felt as though his parents would have sent him back to Japan for school. She is glad that they didn't. Hikaru has always been able to distract her, ever since they met she has found him appealing. It might be his attitude, or his skill on a broom. Then again it might be the times they have spent together in the past. Fond memories tend to pull Valerie away from her personal crusade if only for a moment. <br><br>"Hikaru Matsukoto, how lovely to see you here, For a moment I thought you might have went back to Japan." Valerie knows him well enough to loosen her usually frozen demeanor to a more slightly heated permafrost by giving a kind smile while still standing in perfect posture. "The madame, I believe, would be heartbroken if I didn't. Though I am excited myself as well, it's good to see that you will be on the team."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>05-06-2018, 22:09:27</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Quidditch Tryouts</span></strong></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/27/Claire_Gryff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Claire Skies<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Quidditch Uniform<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood <br><strong>Wand</strong>: Pear Wood, Dragon Heartstring, 10 1/3 inches with two twists<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor/ 4th Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday September 24rd<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 11:00 AM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Qudditch Pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Tryouts<br>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Stand Out/Goofy Movie (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FlMZXtATye4)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Zacharias, Rosalyn, and then Sasha and the rest of the tryouts. <br><hr><br><br>She was outright ignored for the second time, and it was at the point she felt her temper boil over. She hadn't asked him the question for him to sit there and ponder whether or not it was worth his time to respond. She didn't even give a bloody damn if he thought it was beneath his time. If it was beneath his time he didn't need to be there. It didn't matter that he didn't want to impress her, that's exactly what a bloody try out was. You were trying to impress the people that would give you a roster spot on a team. What world did he live in that he figured he could be disrespectful to a authority figure, and they'd still lay out the red carpet for him!? <br><br>If Rosalyn hadn't been there then Claire might have assumed it had something to do with Claire herself, but his behavior towards his "girlfriend." <em>The impression Claire got was, Rosalyn was more a inconvenience that had perks on occasion that would be worth it.</em> But he was just as cold and pompous to her as he had been to everyone else. Clearly Zacharias was a jerk, and right away Claire was going to have to consider that he'd be a poor team mate. In order to succeed as a team everyone needed to buy into each, and play for each other and fight for each other. To be fair Claire only knew the young man for five minutes, but distinctly in those five minutes he gave Claire the impression he had that attitude towards everything.<br><br>Rosalyn had proven to be incredibly friendly, and her response had been so much the opposite of Zacharias Claire had genuinely disarmed. Forgetting for a few moments that she had been angered by the young man. Yet as he responded coldly, and sent her packing away, it simply served to remind her all over again. Claire could understand that perhaps there was issues in their relationship, but to sit there and humiliate her with students all around? That's the kid of discussion better had where you wouldn't do it.<br><br>"Hey actually, Rosalyn," Claire called after her, as she turned to leave. Turning her attention for the moment from Zacharias. "I could actually use a separate pair of eyes, you won't have a better spot to watch then with the captains if you like." She said, not wanting to leave the girl spurned or ignored. Especially not for a tryout. <br><br>She'd wait just long enough before turning her attention back to Zacharias. "Well most players will be up there trying to prove they have a talent for the sport. Teams will be a little daffy, but I'll explain that to everyone in a few moments." She said pausing. "However you'll be proving to me this attitude of yours is just a distinct lack of judgement on your part." She said placing, letting her bright blue eyes rest on him. <br><br>"In the short time I've gotten to meet you, you've gone and disrespected me, showed poor sportsmanship, showed blood prejudice,&nbsp; disrespected your girlfriend, and then disrespected me again." She said listing her perception of his behavior upon arriving that morning. "Your attitude has been bloody beastly, and I need to see you're capable of showing <em>me</em> respect, as well as our would be teammates."<br><br>"For now, you can go over there as I collect signatures." She told him directing him towards the field where other plays who had already signed in were waiting. <br><br><hr><br>After enough time had passed for everyone to have signed up properly, and Claire had time enough to deliberate with the other captains. Keeping in mind the various applicants and their desired positions. <em>There were a lot more keepers then she had had expected</em>. They'd craft several lists of teams. There were some sixty applicants so it was going to be a busy day. Still once they had made the list and teams it'd be time to put everything into motion. <br><br>Once they were ready Claire would move with the other captains looking to get the crowd of students talking among themselves attention. Once they had everyone's attention she'd direct them to Sasha Shackelthorn the Ravenclaw captain, who was also the most senior of the four of them. Sasha would go over the rules with them, and then they could get to play their game. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Sakura</strong> on <strong>10-06-2018, 20:16:58</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Quidditch Tryouts</span></strong></div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i1.wp.com/www.sweatthestyle.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/03/SweatTheStyle_NaressaValdez_5.jpg?resize=625%2C875)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Sasha Shackelthorn (NPC)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Ravenclaw Quidditch Uniform<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | 6th<br><strong>Date</strong>: Sept 24th, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning| Saturday.<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch Pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Getting down to Business <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Beyonce - Grown Woman (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y3MjxWn5W9M)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Everyone at Tryouts<br><hr><br>Sasha had to admit, seeing the new captains scramble around like lost puppies trying to figure out how to lead was pretty hilarious. That's what cheaters get for cheating so openly, assholes. Revealing the whole scandal was glorious, she should have been given a metal of honor. Why every captain got involved with it was beyond her. Whatever, as she had sat and signed up the names that were going to tryout for her team. <br><br>Sasha, herself, came up with the way things were going to be run in their joint practices. Partially because she knew at some point, someone was going to draw a wand on one of those snakes, but also because at some point a pure-blood was going to go spout off about blood superiority and she wanted to weed out any elitists from her team. Check her out she was like the Gardener. If you were going to mess up her garden you were going to get cut down. Literally. Besides quidditch was chaos, no better way to greet newbies so green, get them to grow, than to put them in teams and positions they weren't expecting. Expect the Unexpected. The motto for Quidditch or so she liked to think.<br><br>When it was time, the Gryffindor Captain, Claire Skies took to the field trying to get everyone's attention. She nearly laughed. Maybe by the end of the year she'd learn it wasn't about trying, it was about demanding, commanding respect because you knew you were the shit and the very reason your team even stood a chance. Sasha was Ravenclaw's beater. A position she took seriously and trained hard for. When you were in charge there wasn't any room for compromise, you either get with the program or you get lost. Second guessing or alienating themselves on the team would not make you stronger. It made you a target. <br><br>Finally as the group quieted down Sasha proceeded with her idea of pruning this weed garden.<br><br>"Alright Dandelions, Listen up! We're doing things a little differently this year, I know you all thought it'd be Gryffindor tryouts versus Ravenclaw or some shit like that, but that isn't how quidditch rolls." She said placing her hands upon her curvy hips, looking at no one in particular as she spoke.<br><br>"The captains have gotten together and made teams consisting of players of all four houses, some will have more, some will have less. Don't like your team mates, <em>tough</em>. <em>You </em>can walk.&nbsp; We want to see if you're capable of working as a team with people you may or may not like." She explained.<br><br>"Also, some of you won't be playing in the positions you wanted either, we want to see if the bludger can try out a position that needs replacing, we want to see if you're all more than just one trick pony. Get out of your comfort zone and show us what you got" She added her gaze piercing through the crowd of students.<br><br>"The players that make their team will have the results posted in their common rooms. With that being said, if you don't like any of these conditions get off my field now. I don't know about the rest of the captains, but <em>I</em> for one, don't have time to deal with entitled individuals making demands." She had a Quidditch cup to win after all.<br><br>With that done she'd move motioning for the other captains to do their thing, reading off the names for the various teams. Hikaru, Preston, Valerie, Finley, Zacharias, Ashley, and Moray would be group 9. <br><br>When they got to their game it'd be the third of the day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>11-06-2018, 09:27:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1f/Lyre_Sly_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118339#msg14118339)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Slytherin Quidditch Uniform <br><strong>Wand:</strong> Maple, Dragon Heartstring, 13 in, Unbending, literally glowing<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Slytherin 3rd Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept 24th, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning/Saturday<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch Pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Tryout Game! <br><strong>THEME:</strong> <br><em>Lyre's Serenade <br>to the Golden Snitch <br></em> (https://youtu.be/Sds5SpNd1Mw)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Everyone at Tryouts!</em> <br><hr><br>In the Quidditch Pitch, Lyre Savage joined Group 9. He was their glorious Seeker.<br><br>He looked out at the five-hundred feet long and one-hundred eighty feet wide oval. At each end there are three hooped goal posts of different heights, surrounded by a scoring area. Some spectated from vantage points in their towers. He smirked at all the Slytherins on his team: Hikaru, Ashley, Valerie, and most of all his bestie Moray. At the heart of the Pitch, a small central circle two feet in diameter, all the balls were released. The Bludgers and the Snitch flew off at once. Then the Quaffle was tossed up high, beginning the game by storm. <br><br>Lyre's icy blue eyes zoned out at the field as he kicked off the ground with the other riders, as high as he can above the scrimmage but close enough to stay within boundary lines. He could not follow the Snitch. Sometimes he was lucky to spot from his left, his right, or straight ahead a golden sparkle. Once he saw that, he'd zoom for it, seeking the next golden sparkle. Now the game began. And it won't end until the Snitch was determined caught. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, an approaching shadow of a Bludger!!<br><br>Lyre did a famous Quidditch tactic, the Sloth Grip Roll, and hung upside down to avoid a hit from the Bludger. <br>The cannonball zoomed by. He swung upright again, meditating, waiting for the next Bludger or golden glint.<br><br><em>"When you're mine..." </em>he sings with clarity.<em> "Mine, oh mine, oh mine."</em><br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>11-06-2018, 22:25:00</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Quidditch Tryouts</span></strong></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ea/FinleyRav2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same shirt and hat in picture, with these pants and these shoes (https://c.static-nike.com/a/images/t_PDP_1280_v1/f_auto/sg6eptadejtqr0qt02ed/dri-fit-mens-training-pants-YPTABWgk.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Fir | Dragon | 12 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, 23 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch Pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> He's a Keeper, that one... except this time.<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Three Days Grace - Riot (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ixZDTiXiHsc)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open | Orion <br><hr><br>While the others were talking to their significant others or debating about sign in sheets or whatever, Finley was going through a series of stretches to loosen himself up. He began with his arms and upper body, then finished with a few leg stretches. It hadn’t occurred to him that he may have been being watched by Orion. Except that in the back of his mind he kind of hoped his dorm mate had at least snuck a peek while his body was in a nice lean or a particularly tempting pose. <br><br>It wasn’t until the Ravenclaw captain came over and gave a bit of a tough love pep talk that Finley turned round to pay attention to her words. He frowned at the news that just because someone tried out for a particular position didn’t mean that was what they’d be practicing today. He couldn’t quite see the logic in such a decision, honestly. Why make others try out for spots they wouldn’t want to play? Were they that low on people? He glanced around and felt his brows quirk upward. There certainly seemed to be enough interest, based on how many people had shown up. <br><br>Once things were underway and Sasha announced the teams, he felt his frown turn into a slight scowl. Finley sighed, collecting his broom from its resting position against the bench, then turned to give a defeated sort of look to Orion. “Looks as if we won’t be playing together this time,” he used his hands to express his disappointment. “But, once we’re both on the team, we’ll be playing together all the time!” He was going for enthusiastic, but as his hands lowered after flashing the signs, he realized his words may have implied other meanings. <br><br>Finley cleared his throat and gave Orion a bashful wave, then walked over to the others on his team - group nine. When he got there and realized that the keeper position was already spoken for, he couldn’t help getting slightly angry. He released a huff of a sigh, biting back a few choice words and complaints, knowing that he was being watched by the captains. Even though it vexed him, making the team was much more important than proving a point or throwing a fit. So, he decided to use that anger for practice. <br><br>He grabbed one of the bats and took a good, firm hold of it, rotating it around in his grasp a bit and even whipping it through the air one handed, to get a proper feel of it. No doubt, this would present a challenge to his coordination. But - he grimaced - he didn’t have much of a choice, did he?<br><br>Mounting his broom and whisking off into the sky, he got into the beater’s position, finding Orion down below and giving him a look with an eye roll and a head shake, as if to express how utterly stupid it all was. He leaned back on his broom to sit upright as much as possible, showing the bat to Orion, then pointing to it with his free hand as if to say ‘What’s with this thing?’ Rubbish, he mouthed. <br><br>“I’ll be keeping back, alright?” He shouted out to the keeper for this session - Zacharias. It wasn’t him asking permission, it was him telling Zacharias that keeper was his position and while he could act as a beater, he’d be spending most of the game defending the goalpost right along with him.<br><br>Soon enough, the balls were released and quickly, they started zooming all about. Finley braced his broom with his left hand and held the bat with his right, keeping back enough that he could still play keep away. When the bludgers started flying around, he tensed up, keeping light on his broom while it ticked to and fro against the wind. The first hit was a success, Finley's aim causing the bludger to launch at the other team and away from the goalpost behind him. <br><br>After having a taste of using the bat, he affirmed that it wasn't for him, but part of him could see why others wanted that position over the others. It took a great deal of skill to multitask flying and hitting. It wasn't for everyone. A small smirk came to his face as he considered that Orion would probably be much better at this than he was. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>28-06-2018, 05:04:42</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Quidditch Tryouts</span></strong></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ee/Eikichi_Characters_52-5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zacharias Warde (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14002048#msg14002048)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Zach's Outfit (https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1IWlvLpXXXXaaXXXXq6xXFXXXu/2016-New-Arrival-Apring-Autumn-Stylish-Casual-Blazers-Men-s-Coat-Black-Velvet-Blazer-Men-Terno.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood <br><strong>Wands</strong>: Rowan, Basilisk Skin, 11 inches, Unyielding, Family Heirloom. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor 1<sup>st</sup> year.<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday. September 23rd, 2017.<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch Pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Moody<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Son of Man by Phil Collins (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-WcHPFUwd6U)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Claire, Hikaru - Open<br><hr><br>To be honest Zacharias wasn’t entirely sure why Claire had gotten under his skin. Perhaps it was the fact that she had been talking to Hikaru, who already annoyed him enough, or perhaps he just wasn’t feeling in the mood today to deal with a Halfbloods stink. Either way it took quite a bit of self-control for him not to just chew her out for speaking to him in such a manner. Luckily, he managed to preserve even through her lengthy explanation as to what was wrong with his attitude, temperament, and general elitism. When she was finally decided she was done explaining to him her perception of his behavior he was relieved to find she was finally dismissing him so they could get on with things. Of course, the entire time she’d been talking Zacharias had stared at her with a look of defiance. Defiance pointed squarely at her notion that he needed to prove to her that his attitude wasn’t a problem. Zacharias really didn’t give two shits as to how she thought of him, which was why when she directed him towards the field he simply left. There was no nod or understanding, or even a noncommittal shrug to at least tell her he was listening, instead he was heading towards the field with one hand repeatedly clenching and releasing.<br><br>Zacharias did have another reason for being slightly annoyed, Rosalyn. The reason he was annoyed with her, had less reason to do with her and more to do with her perception. After all, while he’d made the slight comment about her, it was suppose to have gone unnoticed. Since she had noticed that he hadn’t wanted her there he could already tell she was going to end up causing him a headache worth of trouble if he didn’t at least try to make-up with her, or at the very least explain to her that he wasn’t comfortable with her tagging along with him everywhere. After all he hadn’t intended to humiliate her, just chide her slightly for what he felt was a bit.. possessively clingy. Whatever. If she wanted to be upset at him for the way he was, he could accept that. He’d make it up to her later, or eventually, after all he’d already made it clear to her that despite their difference he planned on pursuing her so these few, occasional, set-backs were nothing but her understanding that he tended have a short temper. If it turned out that she couldn’t accept that, or move along quickly, then he’d also deal with that later.<br><br>Zacharias waited, impatiently, for things to move along. Since Rosalyn had elected to stay on the field, thanks to Claire, it did mean that he had no reason to go chasing after her right at this moment. He could wait until after tryouts were over, plus a little bit of Quidditch would probably do wonders for the bit of anger that had been building up the last few days. The wait for their match to begin wasn't bad, plus it gave him a brief bit of time to think over what exactly he should say to Rosalyn later. Someone else might have been preoccupied with the coming tryouts but Zacharias wasn't really sweating it. If anything, he considered the tryouts nothing but a formality, the real issue for him would most assuredly be the captain. No matter. Even if she decided to be difficult Zacharias was hoping that his performance would end up speaking for itself. So, Zacharias ended up focused entirely on the only other issue at hand, how to get back into Rosalyn's good graces and hopefully have her be less angry or distraught at him for his loose lips until finally the team he’d been assigned to finally took to the field.<br><br>The tryouts themselves were rather rudimentary, in his opinion, but in the end, it wasn’t much of a big deal for him. For the most part Zacharias preformed to his usual standard, there were a few odd occasions where he ended up annoyed. One particular instance of that had occurred rather early on after they’d taken to the sky, where the beater had decided that instead of attending to the match he would fly around the goal. Zacharias had ended up just thinking him a twat and dismissing him, blaming those few missed goals on the beater who served as more of distraction to him than anything else. Bludgers weren’t really much of an issue for Zacharias, though he did notice there were a particular number of them being sent his way, a number of which the beater dealt with. Though that still didn’t stop Zacharias for thinking him an idiot, he just decided not to say what he was thinking in this rare occasion. He was already in enough trouble with the prissy little coach, insulting teammates would only bring more trouble for him. Though, it was quite a challenge to hold back his tongue.<br><br>By the end of the tryouts Zacharias was feeling a bit.. full of himself. Primarily because of his performance. It probably wasn’t the best attitude to have, especially when it was still relatively uncertain as to whether or not the captain would even let him on the team because of his attitude. It ticked him off slightly, but he was feeling a lot less angry than he was before. Some time on the broom, and in the air, did wonders for his attitude. It was probably the only thing that could really calm him down, hence why it had become a pastime of his. In the end it was the captain’s choice to accept him or not, he was simply hoping that she wouldn’t simply reject him because of his attitude. After all, as much of an ass as he was he could at least temper himself on the field. He’d make that clear to her, if necessary, as between classes and dueling club, Quidditch really was the only thing he had that was going to keep him sane.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>28-06-2018, 19:29:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/16/Rosalyn_Gryff_5.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Rosalyn Lamoureux<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Hogwarts robes with Gryffindor accessories, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">These stockings</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1T1LFOXXXXXapXVXXq6xXFXXXn/Sexy-Women-Lace-Top-Sheer-Stay-Up-Thigh-High-Stockings-Pantyhose-Ladies-Stockings.jpg)</div></div> and <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">These shoes</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://images.neimanmarcus.com/ca/1/product_assets/S/0/4/8/U/NMS048U_mu.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 10 Inch/Alder/Unicorn hair- Slightly flexible <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, year 3<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday September 23rd<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Quidditch field<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> humiliated, trying to sneak away... and failing miserably<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Rosalyn's theme- La Vie En Rose (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NK9zdPj-oslink)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Zacharias and Claire<br>Mentioning: Moray<br><hr><br>Rosalyn honestly felt like a doe caught in headlights as the quidditch captain took notice of her attempt to quietly leave, drawing attention to her from anyone standing near by and more importantly, Zacharias... she was embarrassed enough that he didn't want her around, she didn't need him taking his frustration out on her about this too. What could she do though? The damage was done, how should she play this off?<br><br>“I... I suppose I could stay around a little bit longer, if you really need the help” Rosalyn murmured, avoiding eye contact with Zacharias... she didn't want to look at him, not when she had doubts now that their life together was always going to be like this... that she'd never be anything more than a convenience with a pretty face for him and when he wasn't trying to get under her skirt or show her off to his family's high society friends... he wouldn't want her around.<br><br>It was... a gloomy future in her opinion... lonely and depressing...<br><br>She approached Claire “What can I do to help you?”<br><br>To be honest, Rosalyn wasn't upset with Claire over drawing attention to her, she had absolutely no idea what was really going on with her and Zacharias, she was just trying to stand up for her and how could she ever fault her for that? Rosalyn in anything, was just grateful that someone cared, even if she didn't really know Rosalyn, it was still nice.<br><br>Perhaps... there might be a friendship possible here? So far, the only person she trusted to talk to was Iain, but it might be hugely wonderful to have a female to talk to. True enough, she did have Moray and she was fabulous, but someone in her own house that she'd be able to spend loads of time with too would be so great.<br><br><em>'Don't look at him... don't look at him...'</em> She kept chanting inside her own head <em>'Besides, maybe being ignored for a change might teach him a valuable lesson if he has any desire to keep you around'</em><br><br>Rosalyn knew her paternal family would be livid if she demanded the marriage contact be dissolved, but if push came to shove and she had to do something to protect her own right to happiness and love... what else could a girl do?<br><br>There was time though before she needed to consider anything so drastic, she would be generous and at least give Zacharias the year before she really started thinking about it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>26-07-2018, 02:40:55</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Quidditch Tryouts</span></strong></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f1/HikaruSly2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Hikaru Matsukoto<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Comfortable and functional dark blue denim jeans and a form fitting forest green t-shirt with black sneakers. Hair impeccable as always.<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 11 Inch/Dogwood/Erkling dart<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 1st year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday September 23rd<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch Pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Try outs, meeting a fellow Slytherin<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> The man, by The Killers (https://youtu.be/w3xcybdis1k)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Valerie, open.<br><hr><br><br><br><strong>{Valerie}</strong> "Hikaru Matsukoto, how lovely to see you here, For a moment I thought you might have went back to Japan." Valerie knows him well enough to loosen her usually frozen demeanor to a more slightly heated permafrost by giving a kind smile while still standing in perfect posture. "The madame, I believe, would be heartbroken if I didn't. Though I am excited myself as well, it's good to see that you will be on the team." <br><br>That smirk Valerie had always seemed to love in the past curved across Hikaru's lips as she commented on being glad to see him and having him on the team alongside her “I was given the option to go to Japan for school, but... Europe is my home, it was my wish to attend Hogwarts and my family honored that. As for the quidditch team, how could I not? You know quite well, speeding through the air on a broom is where I belong...”<br><br>He tilted his head slightly to one side and gazed at him with those stormy blue eyes, an alluring sparkle of enticement in those depths “What are you up to after this? I'm always free for you if you'd like spend some time alone and catch up...”<br><br>His offer was legitimate, but he'd be lying if he denied he wasn't hoping for more on top of it, he and Valerie had been friends with benefits before, it was up to her if she wanted to continue that. He'd certainly respect it if she didn't.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>27-07-2018, 22:41:02</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Quidditch Tryouts</span></strong></div><div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/ploetzlichmeerjungfrau/images/e/e4/Phoebe-tonkin-at-cw-cbs-and-showtime-2013-summer-tca-party_1.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140610190904&amp;path-prefix=de)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Valerie Beaumont <br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Quidditch uniform<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Aspen, Dragon, 8<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 1st<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, September 24th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Noonish<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Tryouts <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Hikaru, open<br><br><br>"It is true that you belong on a broom, I had no doubt that whatever school you decided to go to you would be flying through the air." Valerie noticed his grin, that silly grin he gets, usually, right before they find a hidden corner or abandoned room. She chuckled slightly sliding her hand through her hair. "It's a remarkable skill set to have, especially considering school is just starting. I'm certainly curious to see how far school will take you."<br><br>She knew what he meant when he said 'alone time' with that tilted head, not that she minded it, it's predictable but at least he shows what he wants easily, something else that she admired about him. It is a good quality to know what you want and to actively seek it. She smiled at him almost seductively but with a serious look in her eyes. That's something about her that a lot of people miss, her mouth shows her emotion more often than anything else especially her eyes which she has trained to maintain a serious visage. <br><br>"Ofcourse I would enjoy some time to catch up." She produces a notepad from her breast pocket, anyone looking at the text would see gibberish and little else but in truth it is her encrypted notes. "Where would you like to meet" she asked looking directly into his eyes.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>28-07-2018, 01:11:12</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Quidditch Tryouts</span></strong></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b8/HikaruSly1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Hikaru Matsukoto<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Comfortable and functional dark blue denim jeans and a form fitting forest green t-shirt with black sneakers. Hair impeccable as always.<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 11 Inch/Dogwood/Erkling dart<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 1st year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday September 23rd<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch Pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Try outs, flirting <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> The man, by The Killers (https://youtu.be/w3xcybdis1k)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Valerie, open.<br><hr><br><br><strong>{Valerie}</strong> "Of course I would enjoy some time to catch up."&nbsp; <br><br>He watched as she produced a small notepad from her breast pocket, he knew Valerie well enough that the gibberish on there was actually encrypted notes. She'd taught him how to do this as well, very useful little trick.<br><br>A sexy smirk curved Hikaru's perfect mouth, Valerie never could say no to him... well she did every so often, but there were logical reasons when she did and he understood that... the sizzling heat was mutual too, he was just as hot to trot for her, always had been. The two of them had experienced a white hot attraction to one another almost immediately after they met at one of the races Hikaru had been participating in... their attraction eventually grew into hot steamy hook ups as well after their realized the searing compatibility they had between the sheets... he'd never forget how loud he make her scream his name their first time going at it. Multiple times at that.<br><br>It certainly helped to fluff his ego quite a bit as well that after the mysterious loser from her past, she trusted him and gave herself to him knowing that he'd never abuse or hurt her. She never told him much of anything specific, only that the guy was a total asshole.<br><br><strong>{Valerie}</strong> "Where would you like to meet" <br><br>“After Quidditch practice?” He recommended “The far edge of the grounds, by the row of tall trees? Plenty of privacy to sit and... chat.... and don't worry, I'll bring a blanket to sit on, wouldn't want grass stains on your clothes... again...”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Auctor</strong> on <strong>28-07-2018, 04:42:28</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Quidditch Tryouts</span></strong></div><div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/ploetzlichmeerjungfrau/images/e/e4/Phoebe-tonkin-at-cw-cbs-and-showtime-2013-summer-tca-party_1.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140610190904&amp;path-prefix=de)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Valerie Beaumont <br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Quidditch uniform<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Aspen, Dragon, 8<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 1st<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, September 24th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Noonish<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Tryouts <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Hikaru, open<br><br><br>As he gave directions to the meeting place she writes it down in her notebook, the strange symbols and words she put on the page look nothing like what Hikaru said.<br><br>It is true that she doesn't talk about her previous encounter often, it should come as no surprise to anyone that she is a fairly secretive person. Anyone of importance knows the Beaumont name, and knows of their business. They are masters oc their craft.<br><br>Normally the blatant manner of suggestion is something that would turn Valerie away. However, Hikaru does it in a manner that she finds palatable. She closes her notebook, places it back in the same pocket without saying anything and walks past Hikaru only saying "Bring two." As she passes. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>11-08-2018, 19:45:05</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Quidditch Tryouts</span></strong></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/27/Claire_Gryff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Claire Skies<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Quidditch Uniform<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood <br><strong>Wand</strong>: Pear Wood, Dragon Heartstring, 10 1/3 inches with two twists<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor/ 4th Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday September 24rd<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> 11:00 AM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Qudditch Pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Tryouts<br>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Stand Out/Goofy Movie (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FlMZXtATye4)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Zacharias, Rosalyn<br><br><hr><br>Claire honestly worked hard to put forward her best foot. Be respectful, and try not to judge someone on a first encounter. Everyone had bad days, everyone was just trying to do the best that they could. She had never gotten swept into the blood purity game, prejudice worked both ways and she knew plenty of pure-bloods who were upstanding people, and plenty of mixed bloods who weren't. However with Zacharias in front of her, all of her patience had fled her. How exactly did he see the day playing out for himself? Was he of the opinion he could act however he wished and everything would just go his way? Did he seriously think he could be as disrespectful as he pleased and his talent would be <em>so</em> incredible that all the obvious flaws in his character would make up for? How exactly did he imagine this would all play out acting as he was?<br><br>He probably thought he was entitled too it. That the half-blood girl wouldn't dare stand up to her betters.&nbsp; Even as she spoke he had the gall and nerve to sit there and glare at her. He had a smug look on his features, the kind that just screamed he thought he was cool because his mum didn't have the nerve to let him know he was a wanker. It made it so everyone else needed to do his mother's job for her, and she had little doubt looking at how supremely smug he was. That when that insufferable ego of his was bruised, his mother had always done everything she could to nurse it back to health. <br><br>She was glad to have sent him away, already making her decision on if he'd make the team, and turning to gaze away from him rolling her eyes away from him, before letting her eyes settle on Rosalyn. She'd sigh, wiping the frown of her face and forcing a smile. Seeing how her boyfriend treated her, Claire felt&nbsp; Rosalynn probably didn't need someone else rolling over her. <br><br>"Of course, another set of eyes is always a luxury." She said, ignoring the urge to ask Rosalyn why exactly she was with someone so disrespectful to her. Wasn't Claire's business, and she was already done with him best just to move on. "All you really need to do is watch the practice and let me know what stands out to you." She said, gazing around the area before shaking her head. "You can pick whatever spot you like, you'll be my scout today if you like." She offered. Roaslyn didn't need to accept, it all came down to Claire not wanting to send Rosalyn away dejected and powerless. Now she had a choice, so that was better right?<br><br>"Ooh I suppose I should ask, how quidditch savy are you?" She asked. That'd probably be important to be aware of. Not <em>everyone</em> loved quidditch after all. The girl had come down to support Zacharias not tryout herself. Claire realized it meant either she didn't have confidence in her own skill, or it <em>could</em> mean she just didn't normally care of the sport. It didn't greatly matter of course, Claire had a very strong grasp for it, and could just trust her own eyes if need be. Still, if Rosa did possess a good deal of knowledge, Claire had warmed to the idea of having a scout for herself. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation Event Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cailleach</strong> on <strong>15-08-2018, 01:55:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Quidditch Tryouts</span></strong></div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/VegaGryff4.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Vega Sutton<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Optional description of what your character is wearing, or a link to their outfit.<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Knotted 10 ½inch unyielding blackthorn wand with thunderbird feather core<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor / First year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 24th 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Saturday morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch pitch<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> highly entertained<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> open<br><hr><br>The month of September was passing far too fast for Vega's liking, she wanted it all to stand still not so that she could admire the environment she had been catapulted into but so that she could try to row backwards and get her normal life back again, as strange as it had been. There wasn't a lot she had found charming about the place no matter how many students gushed like idiots about it all, the magic, the frills, the pure joy of being here - the amount of times she wanted to punch one in the face and had actually done so, once and had earned herself a good talking to by a very strange woman who apparently had turned out to be the divination professor. She hadn't given Vega detention or anything quite so normal but had instead given her a lecture to use her wand and then went on to inform her that her wand would be far more powerful than her fists but she had first to exercise it. Vega had wondered afterwards if the professor were giving her permission to fight with her wand instead but other than sticking it into a person, Vega had no idea as yet of any decent spells that could warrant the same satisfaction as a bleeding nose.<br><br>The talk about the school was all quidditch this, that and the other and Vega had paid at first little attention to it, often times simply pulling her hood up and putting her earplugs in to drown out the incessant chatter but eventually it could not be helped, scandal was attached to the quidditch teams and all had been dissolved. Fierce excitement was in the air about the try-outs and Vega had finally stopped rolling her eyes every time her head of house grinned at her on a sneak inspection during flying class. Vega it would seem was a natural on a broom, she rode a beat up old Honda motor bike and a quad bike at home and more times than not rode both a lot faster than she was meant to, so finding that a stupid looking broom could actually fly in the air like the old cartoons depicted or like in the movies, Vega figured she would attend the classes and actually pay attention. It was great to have the freedom that flying afforded her but because she was still very much a beginner, she wasn't allowed to go at any great speeds in the class setting. Hearing other students talking about quidditch had meant nothing to her and she would not have given anyone the thrill of peeking her interest either.<br><br>It wasn't until she had put the flying and quidditch together at last herself that she had decided to take a trip down to the pitch and see what all the fuss was about. She hadn't any intention of actually trying out because that would mean putting herself out there, making an effort or worse, like saying she was staying when she had every intention of leaving the first chance she got. She had no broom with her, and her usual garb of grey jeans, loose t-shirt, hoodie and biker jacket and trainers saw her make her way to the entrance of the pitch. Vega moved to the frame of one of the stands on the pitch and from there leaned against it as she looked about her. There were plenty of people here to try out but for now she ignored them, looking about her instead at the strange stands that rose upwards into the sky and the large hoops, three a piece that stood like sentinels at each end of the pitch. Her hands pushed deep into her jacket pockets and tempted as she was to take out her cigarettes, she thought better of it with brooms and wood about. 
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