HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread
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				Post by: <strong>mindlessmenage</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 03:32:46</strong>
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				Character Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=91913.0)<br>OOC Chat (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=92105.0)<br><br><br>Theme Music (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UhL2HRAVKZs&amp;feature=related#)<br><em>"Imagine that Voldemort's powerful now. You don't know who his supporters are, you don't know who's working for him and who isn't; you know he can control people so that they do terrible things without being able to stop themselves. You're scared for yourself, and your family, and your friends. Every week, news comes of more deaths, more disappearances, more torturing … The Ministry of Magic's in disarray, they don't know what to do, they're trying to keep everything hidden from the Muggles, but meanwhile, Muggles are dying too. Terror everywhere … panic … confusion ..." - Sirius Black </em> <br><br>(http://i53.tinypic.com/2weawd3.jpg) (http://i55.tinypic.com/qnw9yx.jpg) (http://i55.tinypic.com/wwkhf4.jpg)<br><br><br><strong> Terrible things had been happening in the Wizarding World in 1977. People dying and disappearing daily, alliances being formed both good and bad. Some wondered if Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was even safe anymore. Most feared the future and preferred to live in ignorance to what was around the corner.<br>&nbsp;Voldemort, or as many prefer, He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named was building an army. Not just of witches and wizards but many other dark and treacherous beings. Students must now return to school enduring more pressure than merely N.E.W.T.S., O.W.L.S., and deciding what they want to be when they graduate. If they make it to graduation that is. To Voldemort's extreme pleasure, recruiting has penetrated the walls of Hogwarts. At the same time, even without knowing it, students are preparing to join the fight against The Dark Lord.<br>&nbsp;Who can you trust? Family? Friends? Teachers? Who knows. And although suspision is rising, without loyalty, failure is inevitable.</strong><br><br><div align="center">(http://i53.tinypic.com/6zojl2.jpg)<br>(http://i54.tinypic.com/2yvm1qd.jpg)<br>Remus Lupin played by mindlessmenage<br>(http://i54.tinypic.com/15p28md.jpg)<br>Remedios Lestrange played by mindlessmenage<br>(http://i53.tinypic.com/16glv6e.jpg)<br>Sirius Black played by minerva7790<br>Gryna Lox played by WerewolfinLondon<br>(http://i52.tinypic.com/2nm5bd.jpg)<br>James Potter played by Jecht</div><br><div align="center">(http://i53.tinypic.com/14ca7va.jpg)<br>(http://i55.tinypic.com/ippgsk.jpg)<br>Bartemius Crouch Jr. played by Revenent<br>Bellatrix Black played by LimitlessNikkie<br>(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nqbdr9.jpg)<br>Regulus Arcturus Black played by WittyShrew<br>(http://i53.tinypic.com/66dhjm.jpg)<br>Severus Snape played by WittyShrew<br>(http://i55.tinypic.com/2prwyhc.jpg)<br>Aries Maynard played by Kendra<br>(http://i54.tinypic.com/dqmbm9.jpg)<br>Rabastan Lestrange played by Michi No Sora</div><br><div align="center">(http://i55.tinypic.com/2elsefp.jpg)<br>(http://i51.tinypic.com/16k15w1.jpg)<br>Symphony Everstone played by Alysanthia</div><br><div align="center">(http://i51.tinypic.com/2afa8nl.jpg)<br>(http://i55.tinypic.com/11ukh14.jpg)<br>Karin Blutfremd played by Revenent<br>(http://i55.tinypic.com/2drwwy.jpg)<br>Brutus Tremblett played by BlueEyedBard<br>(http://i56.tinypic.com/j0ea7b.jpg)<br>Elizabeth Shadowstar played by minerva7790</div>
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				Post by: <strong>mindlessmenage</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 03:33:55</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>September 1st</strong></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://i53.tinypic.com/2u4lmd1.jpg)<br>(http://i53.tinypic.com/2ch6exx.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp;Remedy Lestrange woke up and rolled out of her four poster bed, letting her feet hit the warm, black carpet. It was her favorite day of the year, the return to Hogwarts. Remedy had always felt at home at Hogwarts, it was her home and the only place she really belonged. It was bitter sweet however, because this year would be her last. A pit formed in her stomache, she hoped becoming a healer was the right choice. She was nervous for her classes this year, they would be more difficult than they've been in the past. She would need to acheive Exceeds Expectations at N.E.W.T. Potions, Transfiguration, Herbology, Charms, and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Her course load was full, though she knew it'd be worth it.<br><br>&nbsp;She made her way into her small, private bathroom. After turning the shower on, she let the room fill up with steam as she removed her clothes. Once she had washed and shaved, she put on a soft, white robe. Remedy dried her blonde hair, styling it into smooth, loose curls. Then she stared for a great deal of time at the scars that scattered her body, especially the one directly across her neck. She held back tears, as she always did, and mumbled a few glamours to cover them up. After that she applied a thick coat of cover up to be safe and put on some dark eye makeup, keeping her lips more natural. Making her way back into her room, she walked over to her closet door where her outfit for the day, the only one she hadn't packed, was hanging. It was a royal blue v-cut sweater, skinny jeans, and a pair of heeled dark grey boots. Once she got dressed, she spritzed herself with a bit of perfume and put some miscelaneous items she might need in her purse. She proceeded to make sure her room was spotless before levitating her trunk down the stairs and grabbing a bite to eat in the kitchen.<br><br>&nbsp;With no one to say goodbye to, Remedy scooped up her tiny grey kitten. Remedy had gotten her in Diagon Alley the week before and named her Celeste because of her bright sky-blue eyes. After taking one good look around the kitchen, Remedy mumbled a goodbye and apparated to King's Cross Station.<br><br>&nbsp;She appeared as though she had already been there, and no muggle took any notice, however, a student did.<br><br>&nbsp;"Remedy, wait up!" She heard. Her head turned and she smiled as she saw Remus Lupin approaching. The bags under his eyes were darker, and she knew he had more scars than the last time she saw him. She would never ask what they were from, of course. She wouldn't want anyone inquiring about hers.<br><br>&nbsp;"Hello, Remus. How was your summer?" The question was unoriginal and vague but the only thing she could think of. She was so immersed in his scars she had lost her train of thought.<br><br>&nbsp;"Uneventful, spent some time at the Potters with Sirius and Peter. You got a new cat?" He responded as the two began walking towards Platform 9 3/4.<br><br>&nbsp;"Oh dear Merlin, poor Mrs. Potter. You lot must have kept her on her toes. And yes, this is Celeste. Once she caught my eye in Diagon Alley I just couldn't leave her." Remedy explained. Remus laughed, it was just like Remedy to get emotional about a kitten. She had one of the biggest hearts of anyone Remus knew, regardless of her background and her family. She reminded him of Sirius, but much more mature of course. He had considered telling her about his furry-problem in the past. She had become a good friend, always trying to keep the Marauders out of trouble and she was the most reliable study buddy he ever had, along with Lily. However, he knew he couldn't. She might play it off like it didn't bother her because she was nice, but he knew deep down she'd think he was a monster. He didn't want to lose a friend and run the risk of her telling people.<br><br>&nbsp;Once they walked through the wall of the platform they were greeted by a familiar scarlet train. Smoke emerged from the top as the engine was humming in anticipation of taking the students to Hogwarts. It was a comforting site to both Remus and Remedy. The two searched the crowd with their eyes to spot anyone they knew. Both hoping to avoid the Slytherins. Especially Remedy who hoped she wouldn't see her brother Rabastan or his friends just yet. She was always polite but it was far to early for awkward conversations.
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				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 03:54:28</strong>
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				The sound of clicking heels filled the starkly lit corridor leading to the platform at Kings Cross as someone scurried hurriedly through the early morning crowds. The clicking was accompanied by the swish of petticoats and soft little pants as the person swung around a corner, giving a little wave to one of the many commuters who she almost barged into, who chuckled and shook his head, saying something about the madness of the youth of today.&nbsp; &nbsp;Hands gloved in black velvet reached up to straighten a black bobble hat upon her head, fully covering her ears and the rim just above her startling blue eyes, before fiddling with the crow skull broach at the collar of her brocade coat and patting&nbsp; down her full skirts. Little black lace up boots skidded to a halt at the platform, from which inside she could hear the chatter of Londoners going back and forth and the noise of train engines. <br><br>Taking a deep breath, the young woman removed a large cage that she had strapped to her back which contained a huge, grumpy looking Eagle Owl and placed it on the floor next to a blue and purple carpet bag. Gryna Lox placed her hands on her back and stretched with a sigh, ignoring the funny looks she received, well... more her owl than her.<br><br>"Bloody hell, Byron... you don't half weigh a ton. I think I'm going to have to put you on a diet if this keeps up!"<br>&nbsp;<br>The owl fluffed up his feathers and glared at her in indignation, causing her to laugh.<br><br>"Oh, you silly thing! You know I'm joking! Right, lets get to the train shall we? Will do no good for us to be left behind, Mother will have a fit!"<br><br>The young witch strapped the cage back on her back and picked up the small carpetbag with a lot more effort than it should have been for a bag of it's size. Humming happily to herself she made her way to platform 9. It had taken a bit of getting used to, but she was now no longer nervous about getting to platform 9 3/4, she had done it so many times that it had become second nature. Checking that there weren't too many people paying attention, she ran at the barrier and came out on the right platform, smiling up at the Hogwarts Express.
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				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 04:22:46</strong>
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				James dragged his luggage behind him as he walked down the long hallway ahead of him. His eyes staring straight ahead at the pillar he would be soon going through. He looked over his shoulder every now and then to see if Sirius was coming but nobody was behind him. "Hm..Must be lagging behind like always" he muttered to himself as he approached the pillar. Once he pushed his way through, his lips curled into a grin. <br><br>"Hello Remus, long time no see!" James said with a laugh as he dropped the handle on his luggage. His eyes turned to Remedy. He gave a nod to her with a smile. "Hello Remedy, nice to see you again," he said. <br><br>His head turned all around looking for anyone else he might know. He nodded to a few of the younger Gryffindors and a few Ravenclaws. He was quite popular it seemed but it might been because of the trouble he would get himself in when he was younger.
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				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 05:28:34</strong>
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				<strong>Sirius Black</strong><br><br>"Oi Prongs! Wait up!" Sirius yelled at his best friend, running to catch up with him. Ever since arriving on the platform, James had been looking around eagerly, rather than paying attention to Sirius. <em>Probably looking for Lily,</em> Sirius thought with a grin. He finally caught up with James, who seemed to have found Remus and Remedy, although the redheaded Lily was nowhere to be found. Sirius waved at the other two casually. "Had a good summer, Remus, Remedy?" he asked with a wink at the latter of the two. He had known Remedy ever since they were little, though he would have never predicted back then that the oddball of a girl would grow up to become such a captivating beauty. They had not spoken much in their childhood, but Sirius was coming to like the blonde Gryffindor more and more, especially since learning that they were not as different as Sirius had thought.<br><br><strong>Elizabeth Shadowstar</strong><br>Liz stepped out of the barrier inconspicuously, her luggage in tow. This would be her final year at Hogwarts, and she was eager to go back, not to catch up with old friends -- she had few of those, but to utilize the huge library, with its vast store of books and comfortable plush seats. <br><br>As was her custom, she went immediately to the Hogwarts Express, without looking for anyone. As she walked, she passed by a group of Gryffindors, seventh years like herself. Liz had been in a few classes with them, and found them alright, if a bit noisy. Especially that James Potter and Sirius Black. <br><br>"Alright there, Shadowstar? Read any good books over the summer?" Liz turned at the sound of her name. Sirius had spotted her. Surprised that someone actually bothered to say hi, she made an attempt to smile and nod. "Y-yes... I could r-recommend you some, if..." she began, but Sirius was already laughing. Liz turned red, bowed her head with embarrassment, and turned to leave. Just like the boys in her muggle school, Sirius was fond of teasing her about being a bookworm. But that was just the way he was. As long as he didn't do anything worse, like he and James do to that Snape boy, it was alright.
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				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 05:38:44</strong>
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				Gryna looked behind her to see that Potter and his group of friends had shown up on the platform. She didn't mind Remus and Sirius too much, but she had never warmed to James. He was a bully and egged everyone else on. His friends always seemed worse when he was around. She self-consciously pulled the black bobble hat further down on her head making sure that her ears were fully covered. It wasn't really to avoid being teased by the boys, they had all started school at the same time, so they knew all about her... strange appearance.&nbsp; The young witch told herself it was because of the Muggles, she was already lugging around an owl, she really didn't need people staring at her even more. <br><br>She smiled at the girl whom Sirius had decided to tease, trying to be friendly. She knew how mean they could be, they were in her own house and she found them annoying most of the time.<br><br>"Put a sock in it, Black! There's no need to be a prat!"
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				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 05:45:27</strong>
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				Noon was approaching fast and the sun shined through the skylights of King's Cross station, forcing a short, red-headed girl to awkwardly push a luggage cart with one hand as her other one shielded her eyes from its abusive rays. Finally passing over the bridge at the center of the station and reaching the area where platforms 9 and 10 awaited their muggle patrons, the young wish headed between and casually walked toward the brick support where the entrance to her true destination was hidden. She was alone now, as she had asked her foster parents to just drop her off at the train station instead of following her inside. Her excuse was that she didn't want to be embarrassed in front of her "friends," but really she didn't want them to see what the other students really thought of her.<br><br>Karin Blutfremd sighed as she looked forward on her sixth year at Hogwarts, another summer having gone by without poor Ollivander having been able to find a wand that even remotely worked for her. Yet again, the poor witch (or Squib as most of the other students believed she was) would have to sit in the backs of classrooms and watch as the other students actually <em>learned</em> magic, while she just learned about it and stayed shackled to the weight of non-magic life. Her only refuge was in classes like Potions and History of Magic that she could actually participate in, which was lucky, as she hoped to be a potioneer once she was free from the prejudiced school. The logic and efficiency behind brewing potions charmed her more than any other form of magic, and her skill for the art earned her a seat in the Slug Club, though her lack of other magical abilities made it hard for Professor Slughorn to ever put her at the front. Still, as long as she succeeded in this N.E.W.T.-level course and managed to pass the exam next year, she didn't have to worry about being popular for it.<br><br>Where most students would have run through out of habit, Karin casually strolled through the barrier onto Platform 9 3/4 and disinterestedly glanced around at the wave of familiar faces that greeted, all of the new ones hidden behind the taller upperclassmen. Twenty minutes early exactly. While everyone else was busy catching up with friends they had not seen since the end of the previous school year, she would quickly grab an empty compartment so she wouldn't be forced to stand out in the hallway the entire trip like she had during her second and third travels to the school. Recognizing the thin face of a Slytherin quidditch player who occasionally tormented her when she was riding her broomstick, the redhead altered her course and went to take her luggage aboard the nearest coach.<br><br>The Slytherin Karin was avoiding had spotted her as soon as she came onto the platform, but his mind was far too busy with other matters to worry about some quiet little Squib. At the moment, his family house elf was busy loading his luggage onto the train while his doting mother sobbed next to him about how this would be his last year at Hogwarts. The boy's father was not there, of course; he was far too busy at the Ministry trying to control the endless wave of murders, both of wizards and of muggles, that had been raging especially hard for the last seven years. Little did he know that the son that shared his very name would be taking part in this indescribable atrocities one day very, very soon.<br><br>Bartemius Crouch Jr. did not let on to his family what his post-graduation plans were, of course. Both his father and his mother believed he was seeking to be a Hit Wizard with the expressed goal of being the one to bring down He-Who-Must-Not-be-Named, yet the truth was a universe away. The family house elf, Winky, knew her young master was constantly lying to please his providers, yet she said nothing, for it was not her place. The affairs of wizards and Dark Wizards were not a simple elf servant's concerns.<br><br>With a last farewell to his emotional mother, Barty, slickly dressed in a red waistcoat, white shirt, dark green tie, and dark green pants, left to go find his friends, family-by-marriage, and those who overlapped both categories. These were the people he needed to stick to, for if the year went as he planned, the summer would not reach Britain again before he left Hogwarts for good. If all went as planned, they would be ready for war before anyone expected them to be. They would join the Dark Lord in his crusade for purity, and Barty would be honored like a son for his mastery of the dark arts and unwavering devotion to Lord Voldemort, whom he believed he could understand better than any other. Oh yes, no one would be more prepared than Bartemius Crouch (he would drop the "Jr." just as soon as he could <em>drop</em> the Sr.).
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				Post by: <strong>mindlessmenage</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 05:49:03</strong>
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				&nbsp;"Hey Prongs." Remus greeted James and he appeared. He was about to ask him something when Sirius popped up. "Nothing out of the ordinary, Padfoot." Remus replied to his friend. Extremely ironic since both Sirius and James knew that Remus' summer was anything but ordinary. They often had inside jokes, though. He looked at the Ravenclaw who was passing by.<br><br>&nbsp;"Don't mind them Elizabeth. They get on me about reading all the time. Sirius is just jealous he hasn't learned how to yet." Remus told the girl kindly, poking fun at Sirius.<br><br>&nbsp;"Honestly Sirius, we haven't even stepped foot on the train yet and you're already starting. I hope that's just your warm up because if all you can make fun of is the fact that she reads, you truly have lost your touch. Reading is nothing to be ashamed of." Remedy told Sirius. She didn't mind the Marauder's pranks, she often found them funny and even covered for them. But the girl wasn't hurting anyone. "Hello Elizabeth, hope you enjoyed your summer. You as well Gryna."
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				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 05:53:56</strong>
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				"Oh! Hullo, Remedy! I didn't see you there behind all the men-folk!"<br><br>Gryna fidgeted with her hat a few more times before biting her lip and fishing out a pair of rose tinted spectacles from her coat pocket. She hurridly put them on and hoped none of the Muggles had noticed her unusual eyes, her mother was always warning her that they were skittish creatures and were easily frightened by anything different.<br><br>"Have a good summer?"
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				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 05:59:02</strong>
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				Sirius raised an eyebrow when he hard a reprimanding voice behind him. He put on his most charming smile as he turned to greet Gryna. Though petite, the girl could still pack a punch. "A prat? Me?" he asked innocently. "I was only trying to be friendly! I don't usually read much, and I'm beginning to think I'll miss the Hogwarts library when I leave, so I was thinking of asking Shadowstar to accompany me. There's no one else in Hogwarts that knows the library better than she, except Madam Pince, of course. Well, how about it, Lizzie?" he continued, turning to face the shy Ravenclaw. "We could spend some quality time together, you and I, while James spends <em>his</em> time with another redhead."<br><br>Liz stopped walking, though she still did not turn around to face Sirius, Gryna, or the others. She wasn't sure if Sirius was joking again, but there was a sincerity in his voice, and his comment about her knowledge of the library made her smile with pride... She did so love educating a receptive audience, no matter the topic. That was why she wanted to become a professor, wasn't it? "I-I-I don't know..." she muttered finally.<br><br>It was a huge relief when Remus came to her rescue. Of all the Gryffindors, Liz thought him the nicest. "T-thank you, Remus," she said quietly, smiling shyly at him. "Hello, R-remedy."<br><br>Sirius shrugged at Remus and Remedy. "Well, there wasn't much to do over the summer, despite stay indoors and argue with James about which Quidditch team is better. Don't worry, I'll be all ready to go once Snivellus shows his pasty face."
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				Post by: <strong>mindlessmenage</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 06:07:22</strong>
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				&nbsp;"Can't complain." She informed Gryna. Which is true. Her summers were lonely but at least they were free of violence. Her face began to redden a bit as she thought of this. She began to become paranoid that her scars were showing, though she knew she'd been thorough in covering them. She pulled her hair around her face. "But yes, the men-folk often outshine me. Better the attention on them then me though."<br><br>&nbsp;"Anytime Elizabeth. If they give you any trouble you just tell me, I'll set them straight." Remus told her with a warm smile. Remus wasn't much of a prankster, though he never interfered with his friends unless it was a damsel in distress. For Remus, chivalry was not dead.<br><br>&nbsp;"You do have a whole year Sirius, you don't have to go all out on Snape the first moment you see him." Remedy said. She felt a little bad for the boy, though she stopped interfering when he called Lily a 'mudblood'. Lily was one of Remedy's good friends and for someone to disrespect her when all the girl did was stick up for him, it was outrageous.
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				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 06:10:12</strong>
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				The tiny witch rolled her eyes at Sirius and gave a little sigh. There was no changing them, at least they were a little easier to handle than Potter, although not by much. She watched with a slight frown at Elizabeth continued on her way, she did worry about that girl sometimes. Gryna was no stranger to having her nose buried in a book and being all about the studying, but that girl took it to a whole new level.<br><br>Then, it was as if all the warmth left her body. Gryna gritted her teeth and clenched her fists at the mention of Severus Snape's less than complimentary nickname. She considered Severus a friend, even though he could be very distant at times and she hated it when they bullied him.<br>She pointedly glared at Sirius and turned away to get on the train and find herself a seat.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 06:26:38</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Symphony Everstone</strong></span><br><br>Standing near the train away from a few of the other students stood a petite student and a tall strict looking wizard dressed in the finest of robes. By the look on her face Symphony was not enjoying their talk, her bright cinnamon eyes dull and filled with boredom."And remember we won't be home for Christmas so please don't bother owling us Symphony." A stern voice carried through the platform, sighing softly the young woman looked up at her Step-father "yes sir I understand, please send Mommy my love." Only receiving a slight nod she watched as he suddenly left and disappeared from sight, grabbing the small bird cage next to her, Symphony let out a small unladylike like huff "don't bother owling us Symphony we won't be home.... Bollocks I bet they would accept owls from Micheal and Dennis don't you think so Gulliver?" Lifting the small tawny owl to eye level she smiled sweetly as the bird let out a small hoot. "Of course you do!" Giggling she waved at a few of her fellow housemates; a few of them proudly wearing the colors of Hufflepuff, pausing to talk with a few of them Symphony bid them good bye as she made her way onto the train. <br><br>Humming a soft and happy tune she went about looking for a vacant cart, the long black skirt she wore billowed around her legs with each movement occasionally the simple yellow ballerina flats she wore peeked out from under the hem. Wearing a loose fitting peasant blouse the black satin decorated with various sizes of yellow dots, like always she wore a multitude of necklaces. In her hair though she wore a bright yellow sunflower, only keeping part of her hair from getting into her eyes.&nbsp; "Seems like it will be just another regular year at Hogwarts" continuing her soft humming she paused in her movements as she heard a few voices that she thought sounded familiar, tapping her chin Symphony tried to place the people. "Oh why can't people wear name tags that would be ever so useful. Don't you think so Gulliver?" Looking down at the caged owl once again a few first year students passed by her, thinking the short seventh year was quite mad for talking to a owl even more so for standing in the middle of the train's corridor and talking to said owl.
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				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 07:10:02</strong>
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				James laughed with the others but there was something on his mind. He had of yet seen the girl that he wanted to see all summer. He had written her a few times but still didn't get to see the red hair that always made him feel good.<br><br>James caught Sirius' eye when he hinted at Lily. He gave him a grin before hearing Severus come up.<br>"Oh Snivelis deserves everything he gets," James said. "I've been working on my hexes just for him," he said with a grin. He had promised Lily that he wouldn't hex people anymore but he never considered Severus to be a person.<br><br>Dean pulled his luggage through the pillar and immediately saw the group. He gave a nod to them all, then giving a "Hello Potter, Black, Lupin," before heading to the train. Even though he always considered himself friends with James, he wouldn't dare try to talk to any of them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 08:21:17</strong>
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				Despite Remus, Remedy and Gryna's kindness towards her, Liz was quite contented to escape into the quietness of the Hogwarts Express. She climbed aboard after a girl with a flower in her hair, whose name Liz was sure was Symphony. The girl was talking quietly to her owl, which made Liz smile a little. It was always good to get away from the rowdy Gryffindor gang. <br><br>Back outside, Sirius ignored Gryna as she left in a huff. He knew that the girl did not really share his and James' views about Snivellus, though he never understood why; the greasy-haired Slytherin was always mean to Lily, whom Gryna was good friends with!<br><br>"You're right, Remedy. We've got a whole year to have fun with Snivellus. But don't forget, it's our final year for that, and I intend to show him how much I'll be missing him after I graduate, right, James?" Sirius nudged his best friend, grinning widely when the bespectacled boy assured him that he'd been working on his hexes. "Ah, yes, he does make excellent target practice."<br><br>He smiled at the boy who greeted him, but before he could return the greeting, the Hufflepuff had disappeared into the train. Shrugging, Sirius called after him, "Goodbye, Ackerberry!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 15:31:31</strong>
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				Hearing a particularly cheerful one-sided conversation out in the hall, the ever-curious Karin felt she had to investigate. She would probably get yelled at for nosing in on other people's business, but that happened with almost everything she did, anyway.<br><br>Sliding open her compartment door quietly, she stuck her head out and saw a witch, probably a seventh year, dressed in a black outfit that seemed to be bursting from within with sunlight as yellow polka dots and a sunflower stood out against her black hair and blouse. It was not the kind of outfit Karin would ever be seen in, but it seemed to suit the other girl's exotic beauty and cheerful attitude quite well.<br><br>Realizing she didn't recognize this witch and thus, most likely, the witch would not recognize her or know her reputation, she decided it couldn't hurt to venture a question. "Who are you talking to?" she inquired of the Hufflepuff. Had Karin ever had a pet, she probably would have known you could talk to one as if it were nothing, but she never had. Toads grossed her out, she didn't see the point of owning an owl when she had no one to write to but her parents, and, though she may actually like one, her mother was allergic to cats.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 17:20:28</strong>
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				Gryna found herself an empty compartment and placed the large cage on the table before plonking herself down on one of the seats, her petticoats bunching up and causing her skirts to look even bigger than usual. Humming softly to herself, she unfastened the crow skull broach at her neck and took off her coat, folding it neatly next to her. She didn't expect to have any company for the journey as Lily would be with James, and Remus, Sirius and Peter probably wouldn't be far behind. Depending on his mood, Severus may wish to be on his own, but she would wait and see.<br><br>Opening the carpetbag she reached in and rummaged around, her arm reaching down further than should be possible in such a little bag. After a few moments, she brought out a book on potions and three books on the dark arts. It was her intention to become a professor at Hogwarts one she graduated and she so hoped that she would get the Defence Against The Dark Arts position. Taking a box of sandwiches and a bottle of home-made lemonade from the back, she settled down to study, using a little leather bound notebook to jot things down every now and again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 18:09:29</strong>
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				Walking along the edge of the platform, Barty came to a halt when the Marauders caught his gaze. The three of them (pudgy Peter Pettigrew was nowhere in sight) were all standing and talking together on the platform. Normally the Slytherin would have considered this the perfect opportunity to the throw a quick Repelling Spell in the middle of them, but the decision was instantly overridden when he saw the gorgeous Remedios Lestrange among them. Barty was always seeking to recruit her to the Slytherin way of thinking, so he was nice as could be to her and her friends whenever she was around, knowing the kind girl would think any slights at him made by the Marauders were just from an anti-Slytherin mentality.<br><br>Strolling over with his hands in his coat pockets, he flashed a big smile that would have made Mad-Eye Moody second-guess himself and exclaimed "Remy Lestrange, how long it's been! Oh, and Potter, Lupin, and Sirius, always good to see you three not hexing anyone. How were all your summers? And speaking of which, where's little Pettigrew? I could have sworn you took that kid around on a leash," he joked, never letting on what he really thought of the smart one and the troublemaker. Sirius was another person he used to be gentile around, but when he ran off from his family the year before, he knew almost any attempt to turn the Gryffindor into the Death Eater would be utterly waisted. That didn't mean he was going to stop trying, though; he just used different methods than he did with Remy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 19:04:00</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Rabastan Lestrange</em></div><hr><br>Rabastan Lestrange, the Red Menace, stood a good six-feet tall. Towering over the seas of first, second, and third year students. To him, a great number of those kids were just ants to squish under his foot. Little brats that hadn't yet realized what was going on out in the world. So many Muggle-borns and so many raised by blood traitor families. It was disgusting. Rabastan couldn't wait for graduation. To get out of this wretched place. He really wished his mother would have just sent him to Dumstrang. At least they respected blood purity for what it was. A status. A damn good one too. But no, as much as his mother disliked the allowance of Mudbloods to Hogwarts, she was convinced that it was the best wizarding school around.<br><br>Though there was one thing Hogwarts had that he enjoyed. Those bloody fantastic school skirts. Then there were the girls that forgot to have them re-hemmed after a summer growth spurt. Pretty, pale, tempting legs poking out from under the fabric. The hem rising higher and higher as they stretched up to put a trunk on a train rack. Pure blood or not, all witches were the same once the wand was out of their hand and the candles were blown out.<br><br>Right now he was enjoying just that. Some sixth year girl was stretching as high as she could, standing on her toes, skirt just barely hiding her panties, as she tried to put her school trunk on the rack in a compartment. Instead of being a gentleman and offering to help her, he just stood outside the compartment, leaned against the wall, and watched. Snickering a little to himself when the trunk fell back down and she swore at it. If she were bright enough, she would have just used a levitation charm to get it up there. Rabastan was thankful she wasn't. Sadly, all his fun was over with soon after that as a friend of hers came by and helped her, "What a pity..." he muttered before heading off the train. There was still a little time left before the train was to depart and he didn't intend on just sitting around and waiting.<br><br>The first thing he saw when exiting the train was the last thing he wanted to see. His sister. Remedios Lestrange. Standing with <em>that</em> group. <br><br>Rabastan was ashamed of his sister. They were less than a year apart in age and should have been very close. Almost like twins. Instead she'd been put into Gryffindor. It was almost as shameful as Sirius Black being put in there. The Lestranges had always been blood purists and loyal followers of the Dark Lord. He'd long since given up trying to convince his sister that she was hanging out with the wrong people and would pay for it one day. He hoped she wised up someday, and soon.<br><br>He watched Barty Crouch wander over to the group and start 'chatting' with them and shook his head. Socializing with Gryffindors was not a good way to start the year, at least not in his opinion. No matter what the reason for it was.<br><br>Karin Blutfremd, a Ravenclaw Squib caught his attention as she climbed onto the train. Squibs were almost as bad as Muggle borns, but there were much more fun to tease. Unlike Muggle borns, they had magic shoved into their faces every day of their lives and were never able to do any magic of their own. Sad really. Smirking, he chased after her and caught up just as she settled into a coach, "Going to enjoy another year in the back of the class, Blutfremd?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 19:18:25</strong>
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				Cut off from her question by a much taller redhead, Karin glared up through her horn-rimmed glasses at the imposing Rabastan Lestrange as he blocked the only exit to her little compartment sanctuary. While most of the Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff students generally just ignored her or stuck their noses up at her, the Slytherins never failed to actively pick on her whenever she crossed paths with them. She actually went to the headmaster himself and requested to be put in classes with as few Slytherins as possible, but the old man could only accommodate her so much.<br><br>"Maybe not, Lestrange. How do you know I didn't come to school with a wand this year?" she challenged rather weakly, knowing that Rabastan didn't even remotely believe that she was a true witch. It infuriated her that they had to rub her ineffectuality in her face all the time. Secretly, she dreamed about brewing something foul and spreading it around the Slytherin common room (maybe a Bulbadox Powder), but she was always too afraid of getting expelled to do so. After all, what did she have to look forward to if not graduation?
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 19:29:40</strong>
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				Dean had just put his luggage into a compartment when he saw a tall man looming over someone he didn't know. He gripped his wand and took a breath, strolling down the hall he stopped when he got closer. When he realized who the tall guy was, he merely shook his head. <br><br>"Do Slytherins have nothing else to do but pick on those less fortunate or is it just a past time?" he asked. His hair was perfectly shaped and he wore a sly grin.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WittyShrew</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 19:45:50</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Regulus:</strong></div><br>"Merlin, that smell never goes away," Regulus commented dryly. Grey eyes scanned the surroundings warily. It was a bloody menace having to observe these twits chatter away excitedly. To be fair, Regulus had been quite as excitable about his inevitable return to Hogwarts in the past. However, things had changed over the summer and now the sight of the steaming engine was merely cause for disdain. <br><br>Hogwarts. It only ever succeeded in holding one back. <br><br>He was a handsome boy who stood no higher than 5'9. There was a haughty confidence to the way he walked and carried himself, as though he simply knew that he was entitled to think himself better than the rest. Well, he bloody well was, wasn't he? Being born to the noble and most ancient house of Black, Regulus had been taught from an early age that he was cut from a certain cloth and as such, he had every right and reason to believe he was above people.<br><br>For the most part, Regulus had understood and acted accordingly but it was never a matter of wealth for him. It all came down to one's blood. There were the acceptable purebloods like him and then there were those who would never be deemed worthy of his attention. But worst of all, there were the blood traitors and sadly, there seemed to be a growing number of those within the family. These really were dark times.<br><br>"You're lucky, Severus. You have only a year to suffer through this."<br><br><div align="center"><strong>Severus:</strong></div><br>Severus understood well enough what his companion meant by 'that smell'. It was the smell of familiarity and their youth being frittered away on unimportant things. While he understood that his fellow Slytherin was less than enthusiastic about having to return to those castle walls, he had to silently admit that Hogwarts was a bloody utopian paradise in comparison to his shabby dwellings in Spinner's End. Besides, his father nor his beatings could touch him at Hogwarts. <br><br>Thankfully, much of his summer had been spent well away from home. Risking a quick glance at the younger of the Black brothers, Severus felt a twinge of shameful gratitude for what seemed like the umpteenth time. For reasons he could only discuss in private with a certain crowd of people, he and Regulus had grown to be as close as two Slytherins could without it being regarded as foolish. At times, he could consider the younger boy a friend. Hell, he had spent enough of his summer with Regulus and aside from all that, they were both bound to something that went beyond Hogwarts. Times were changing and Severus meant to remain one step ahead. Thankfully, he had someone like Regulus to do that with. <br><br>It was the sight of Potter and his lot that ripped him away from his thoughts. He felt the familiar mixture and dread and hate so red and hot that it threatened to scorch his insides. Jaw clenched, Severus tried to ease some of the tenseness in his frame, hoping that Regulus wouldn't notice. It was a damned embarrassment to reveal just how unsettling it was to even have to see the little Gryffindor gits, especially when one of them was the older brother of his companion. At least Regulus shared in his hatred. <br><br>Either Regulus knew exactly how he felt and was doing him a favour by pointedly choosing to ignore them, or his mask of indifference was completely honest. Either way, Severus was grateful. <br><br>"Don't worry. I'm sure you've thought up plenty of ways to make the years <em>fly</em> by."<br><br>The two Slytherins shared significant looks and even Severus found himself smirking a bit. Now all he had to do was get past those unsufferable Gryffindors without being noticed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 20:00:42</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Symphony Everstone</strong></span><br><br>Turning around as some addressed her, she smiled brightly at the other. "Oh just talking to Gulliver here, I heard so many voices down the way and couldn't pin point them... Your Karin Blutfremd right? Ravenclaw house if I'm not correct" though she didn't socilaze much Symphony did however hear others gossip about everyone else. About to say more she frowned as a very familiar voice spoke "Rabastan please it is the beginning of the school year, can't you go five minutes without picking a fight or messing with a 'fellow' student." Always addressing other students by their first name and never last, Symphony felt it showed that she if she did then she would be no better than those that picked on others. <br><br>She turned her eyes towards the taller male, setting her owl down next to her then crossing her arms under her chest; "now as you can see me and Karin where talking and I do believe you owe us a apology for interrupting our conversation." Combing a few stray strands of hair from her face she tucked them behind the large sunflower, tilting her head slightly as a fellow Hufflepuff made their presences known "it seems we are drawing a slight audience... Wouldn't you say so Karin?" Tapping her foot slightly she looked at Rabastan once again, no fear or worry only annoyance present in the cinnamon orbs; "now about that apology, after all it is the gentlemanly thing to do don't you think?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 20:38:26</strong>
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				Gryna frowned as she had to read the same line for the fifth time. It wasn't that the people arguing were being awfully loud, it's just that it was a little bit difficult not to listen. As much as she hated drawing attention to herself, she didn't fancy having to hear the age old 'Mudblood' argument again, especially when so many students were unsure of her. Many thought that she had fae powers as well as what she had learnt from being a witch. Her Mother said she didn't and that the things that had happened when she was younger were purely coincidence, but sometimes she did wonder.<br><br>Gritting her teeth, she slammed her book shut and poked her head out of her compartment to see who was causing the commotion. The petite female sneered as she saw that, as usual, it was Rabastan Lestrange causing trouble. Licking her lips nervously, she called out to the two girls.<br><br>"There's room in here if you don't want to be bothered by idiots."<br><br>She knew that Rabastan probably wouldn't want to be seen with a freak like her and would hopefully go on his way."
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mindlessmenage</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 20:38:49</strong>
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				&nbsp;Remus gave Barty a nod and mumbled something along the lines of fine. He wasn't normally rude but his animal instincts were making him very uneasy. Remedy on the other hand smiled sincerely. She had known Barty for years and he had never been anything but a gentleman. <br><br>"Hello Barty. My summer was fine, and yours? How's your mother?" She inquired with genuine concern. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 21:14:55</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Rabastan Lestrange</em></div><hr><br>Rabastan smirked at the mention of Karin actually having a wand, "I think you need magic to have a wand. Since you're nothing but a Squib, I don't see that happening anytime soon. You know, you could always work with that freak Filch when he retires. School will be needing a new caretaker to mop up once he kicks the bucket," he smiled when Symphony, Dean, and even Gryna came to little Karin's 'rescue'. It was so endearing how they stuck up for the girl. <br><br>Turning his attention to Dean next, "Ackerberry, it's all just fun. Blutfremd knows I'm just...playing...as for apologies, Everstone, why would I do that? All I asked was if she would be sitting in the back of the class," the redhead shrugged his shoulders before leaning against the compartment door, "And don't point that grotty, little wand at me, Ackerberry. I don't think the prefects would take too nicely towards someone attacking me when I'm clearly out numbered and defenseless."<br><br>"And you, Lox, you should pick who you call an idiot a little more wisely," Rabastan was getting bored with this. Picking on a squib was one thing, but all these others around kind of sucked the fun out of it. He yawned and pushed past them all, "You know, Blutfremd, you're cute enough. I bet you could get a job as a maid. I know my mother is always generous enough to give Squibs a job to do. You should consider that," with a chuckle, he headed down towards the compartment that he'd stashed his own trunk in earlier.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 21:57:11</strong>
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				"Ah, you know, boooring. The Blacks and the Lestr- well, your brothers, 've all been busy getting ready for post-graduation, so we only saw each other a few times," Barty explained, leaving out what exactly they had been getting ready for. "You know, I don't mean to be a nag or anything, but you really should have a talk with old Rod and Rab. Don't say I said so, but I think it's hitting them hard that this is your all's last year going to school together. They're worried they'll never see you again after graduation, poor boys," he said, knowing Remy would most likely feel bad and fall for the trick. Barty was one of the closest friends of the Lestrange brothers, so she would probably believe whatever he had to say about them as long as he kept her trust.<br><br>"Oh, right, mum!" he suddenly exclaimed as he remember her other question, then exaggeratedly grimaced. "She's not doin' so well, as you can see," pointing over his shoulder. "She's having a hard time accepting that this is going to be my last year of school. Really is a sobering though, actually. After this year, we're not kids anymore," he murmured with a reminiscent look around the station. In actuality, Barty didn't think of himself as a child for years, having matured fast thanks to the lack of a father figure and the grim weight of the events that currently hung over the wizarding world. Still, even the coldest heart could be struck by nostalgia.<br><br>Onboard the train, Karin bit her lower lip and mumbled a quick thanks to her three rescuers before shutting her compartment door and retreating into one of the seats by the window. All she wanted was to be left alone until she could pass her Potions N.E.W.T., but it seemed this year wouldn't be any easier than the previous five. If anything, it would get worse with how strong the Slytherins were becoming in their beliefs about the importance of magic blood. Holding back tears at some of the remarks Rabastan made, she stared out the window and waited for the last few minutes to pass so the train would finally take them back to Hogwarts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 22:17:50</strong>
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				Gryna sneered at Lestrange's retreating back and shook her head, she would never understand people like him. Everyone had to fit into their perfect little world, and if you didn't then you were worse than scum. She turned to check to see if Karin was all right, but the girl had already disappeared back into her own compartment.<br>Shrugging, she turned back to her own compartment and decided to try and go back to studying. She caught sight of Severus out of the window and her heart jumped in her chest. Gryna always had a mixture of emotions whenever she saw the quiet Slytherin, she had had a crush on him for quite some time now, but she knew that he still hadn't gotten over Lily. She chastised herself and sat down again, the most she would get out of him is friendship, and even though it hurt she would accept it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 00:05:48</strong>
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				Letting out a sigh of slight frustration as she watched Rabastan walk away, turning to talk to Karin only to catch&nbsp; the girl dartinginto a compartment. "Well then I guess I should be getting into my uniform, see you at the feast if I don't run into you again Dean." Giving him a sweet smile she bent over to grab her owl's cage, the bird hopping around and picking at torn up pieces of the daily prophet lining his cage; going about her way she continued looking for a empty place. Finally finding a empty and large compartment she locked the door then pulled out her wand. Smiling as she put up a small ward so no one could peek through the glass as she changed, the wand easily sailing through the air as she preformed the spell. After that she then reached into her pocket and took out her shrunken trunk, enlarging the large and well worn suit case Symphony pulled out her robes and uniform. <br><br>Selecting a bright yellow petticoat to go under her skirt for today, quickly changing into the gray skirt and white button up blouse; she smiled softly as she took out the Hufflepuff vest and tie. Brushing her thumb over the symbol for her house she quickly tied the tie around her waist, and then slipped on her large robes; finally pulling on a pair of black and yellow striped knee highs she had gotten in muggle London Symphony grabbed her shoes and buckled them on. She then re-shrunk her case and slipped it into her robe's pocket then she went about removing the ward and unlocking the compartment. Placing her wand in her outer pocket, till only the bright silver handle peeked out, the holder for her cherry wood, 6'inch wand had once belonged to her father; the only thing she really had of his that her mother allowed. Opening the door she stuck her head out, looking about to see if the candy trolley would be making its rounds soon for some reason her sweet tooth was acting up and she really wanted a chocolate covered frog. "I wonder when we will be departing Gulliver, I don't think it will be much longer..." Leaving the door open she took her seat, pulling out a song book she went about learning a few popular muggle songs she heard over break. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mindlessmenage</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 01:27:40</strong>
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				&nbsp;Remedy looked a little troubled at the mention of her brothers. They'd always been close, but after their mother being commited in St. Mungo's (they chose to remain ignorant to that), their father in Azkaban (all for the good of Purebloods), and being seperated after the ordeal with their aunt they'd grown apart. To top it of Remedy was a Gryffindor. However, if they had been thinking about Remedy lately then hope wasn't completely lost. They may not agree on everything, but they were family and they'd lost enough already.<br><br>&nbsp;"You're right Barty. I hope you don't think I'm awful for avoiding them, but they haven't made it easy for me. I shouldn't be so selfish though. Just tell them I'm looking for them, I promise not to mention you said anything." She assured him.<br><br>&nbsp;Remus rolled his eyes at the scene playing out. Remedy was really going to blame herself for her family ordeals. Rodolphus was the one who hexed her in front of the entire school right after she had been sorted. It should have been one of the happiest moments of her life, and instead she ran off crying with a headful of snakes. He wished he could have reminded her of that, but interfering with her business wasn't his place. He just hoped her kind nature didn't come back to bite her in the ass. It wouldn't be fair. Though the universe was more cruel than kind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 03:29:09</strong>
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				James laughed at Sirius. "Yeah, plenty of old time to tease him." he said still looking around. "Should go and grab a seat before we start smelling grease and dirt?" James asked with a grin. <br><br>Not long after he said that, he saw Severus on the platform. The biggest grin came on his face. "Look Sirius, looks like someone heard us talking about him." Before saying anything, he looked around for the redhead that would frown upon what he might do.<br><br>Dean couldn't help but stare at the girl that was in front of him. She beautiful and really sweet. When she disappeared into the compartment, he finally got out of the trance he was in. He shrugged and entered the compartment as close as possible. When he heard her voice again, he stuck his head out and grinned. Oh it was going to be a fun last year.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 05:06:37</strong>
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				"I'll let them know, Remy. I'll make sure they don't act like idiots this time, either. I know it's usually their fault that you don't speak to each other, and I'd hate to see them screw it up again," he assured, inwardly proud that his little lure had worked out so well. Unlike the headstrong Lestrange brothers, he was convinced Remedios could be coaxed into thinking like a pureblood should as long as they didn't come on to strongly. He would have to speak to Rodolphus and Rabastan as soon as he found them and either convince them to or intimidate them into being a bit less hostile toward the girl. This situation required delicacy.<br><br>Noticing Remus' clear desire to contradict everything he said the moment he left him alone with the blonde, the Slytherin changed the mood back to a happy one with another smile and tried to distract the Gryffindor for the time being. "So, Remus, what N.E.W.T.s are you looking take this year? I'm looking at Potions, DAtDA, Transfiguration, Charms, and Herbology myself. Trying to become a Ministry Hit Wizard," he lied with a grin, hoping to earn the trust of the person Remy seemed to look up to most.<br><br>Aboard the train, Karin recovers enough composure to leave her compartment (making sure to keep her luggage firmly placed around the seats so no one would try to steal it while she was gone) and knocked on the door to Symphony's compartment before slowly opening the door and sticking her head in awkwardly. "Hey. I guess I didn't give you a real thank you before for telling off Lestrange like that, so thanks," she said quietly, looking just to the side of the Hufflepuff's head. She didn't really enjoy having to thank someone else for standing up for her when it wasn't asked for, but she knew this year would be more difficult than others and it wouldn't be good to alienate one of the few people willing to stand up for her. Besides, Symphony was currently alone in her compartment, so it wasn't too awkward to initiate the conversation herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 06:41:47</strong>
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				<strong>Elizabeth Shadowstar</strong><br><br>Liz turned around when she heard a voice behind her. Apparently, she wasn't the only one who had heard Symphony talking to herself. Karin, a girl from her own house had just come aboard the Hogwarts Express. Neither Karin nor Symphony was paying Liz any attention, but she was used to being invisible. She shrank a little further back when a taller boy approached them, though. Even among the Slytherins, Rabastan Lestrange was known to be one of the more prominent 'mudblood' haters.<br><br>There was a little crowd of people gathering around them, including a Hufflepuff boy, and Gryna, who had thankfully offered them solace. But Liz did not dare move, for fear of drawing attention to herself... She stood, like a deer cornered by headlights, her heart beating wildly.<br><br>It was with relief that Liz watched Lestrange turn and leave. Thinking it might be better find a compartment as far away as possible, just in case Lestrange came back, she followed Symphony. When the Hufflepuff slipped into an empty compartment, Liz followed her with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, don't mind if I hide in here too..." she whispered, her voice still shaky. "Err, do you always talk to your owl like that?" she asked, desperate for something to distract herself.<br><br><strong>Sirius Black</strong><br>Sirius smiled pleasantly as Barty Crouch approached them. "Why, are you offering yourself for the position of hex victim, Crouch?" he asked him politely. "Because if you are, I don't mind obliging you!" He frowned when Barty mentioned his family in response to Remedy's question, and allowed his attention to wander from the conversation. No need to remind him about his family now.<br><br>But as luck would have it, as he looked around the platform for more people he knew, Sirius' eyes fell upon Regulus and Severus. He clenched his fist, determined not to show emotion, although he really did miss his brother...<br><br>Forcing a grin on his face when James noticed Severus too, Sirius replied his best friend. "Yeah, speak of the devil, eh? But let's get on the train first. Too many adults around here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 07:23:19</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Symphony Everstone </strong></span><br><br>Looking up from her music book, she smiled and shook her head "not at all it is quite alright. Actually Rabastan should be used to me breaking up his fights, along with several other students..." Giggling softly Symphony put away the books she was reading, standing up and smoothing out her garment About to say more she giggled again at seeing another student enter the compartment "oh not at all, and of course I talk to Gulliver he will keep my secrets and I know he won't go about hooting them to everyone." Moving closer to the other two girls she looked at Liz "Elizabeth Shadowstar right? From Ravenclaw if I'm not mistaken." Going over to her seat she grabbed the book she was just looking at "are either of you muggle-born? I was wondering if you could tell me about the bands listed here, I was only able to listen to a few of them over the summer and absolutely fell in love with the fast paced music especially oh what was the band's name...Queen! Oh yes I simply love Queen their music is so lively!" <br><br>Though she was raised by purebloods and her family only giving slight hints of their dislike of the muggle world, Symphony found herself indifferent not really caring for the 'proper' breeding that everyone boasted about now and days; in fact several times it made her quite angry when people would come over to the house trying to convince her step-father or mother to join some man calling himself Voldemort. "Oh dear...I'm rambling aren't I? Professor Flitwick always says I sometimes get lost in the music during choir." Sitting down she looked up at Elizabeth and Karin "please sit down and join me, it might be a little nice having someone besides Gulliver to talk to on the train ride." 
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				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 07:58:44</strong>
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				Dean got up after a few minutes and walked into the compartment where he had just seen the girl he helped or hoped he helped. He smiled and stopped when he saw the three ladies sitting there. "Oh Sorry to interrupt. Just thought I'd introduce myself. I'm Dean Ackerberry, Hufflepuff, future Minister of Magic," he said with a grin. "Though I do think I know you, Symphony, right?"<br><br>It was true, he was an aspiring politician. He was taking every N.E.W.T he could in order to get himself known by the teachers and Dumbledore himself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 08:33:32</strong>
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				<strong>Elizabeth Shadowstar</strong><br><br>Symphony's reason wasn't meant to be that funny, but Liz couldn't help herself -- her senses were in overdrive from the frightful encounter with Lestrange. She bent double, laughing loudly and freely. "Oh my!" she said, clutching her stomach as she continued to giggle. "Yes, that's a good point. So your secrets are safe, unless someone can talk to owls, right? Maybe I should start talking to Artemis here..." She held up the cage that held her white pet cat. "Call me Liz. Most people do. I'm muggle-born, but I don't really listen to anything but classical music. Sorry..." She smiled apologetically at the Hufflepuff, <br><br>She smiled at Karin, whom was from her own house. "Had a good summer, Karin? How about you, Symphony? Your name <em>is</em> Symphony, right?" she asked anxiously, not wanting to get the girl's name wrong.<br><br>The door compartment slid open again, and Liz saw the Hufflepuff boy who had witness Lestrange cornering them enter. "Err... H-hi..." she mumbled quietly, reverting back to her shy self as she usually did with people she wasn't familiar with.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 10:54:08</strong>
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				<strong>Bellatrix Black</strong><br><br>Late was not a word in Bella's vocabulary as far as she was concerned the world revolved around her. The reality was she was arriving minute before the train was set to leave not that it mattered much she'd half hoped she'd miss the train so she wouldn't have to waste another year behind the stone walls of the school while The Dark Lord gained even more power. But father had been insistant, finish school first, an ill trained witch would be of little use to The Dark Lord.<br><br>Wearing robes of the finest quality Bella swept threw the platform pushing her trolley along in front of her walking at a brisk pace she walked without hesitation threw the barrier onto the platform and the site of the train greeted her. All she could do was sigh, there were things about the school she enjoyed but she'd rather be somewhere else this year and the school was far from it.<br><br>Pulling out her wand she flicked it and her baggage hoovered behind her as crossed the platform towards the train. Her eyes flicked over Barty talking to Remy and Remus. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she swept past the group to board the train.<br><br>Finding an empty compartment was easy and with a flick of her wand the trunks settled into place and the owl cage settled onto the set. The owl amidnight black creature with a foul disposition towards most people hooted at her as she gave it a rare smile before sitting down and crossing her legs. The vague idea of going and finding the other Slytherins crossed her mind but she decided against it instead crossing her legs and leaning back into her seat opening up the daily prophet and smile on her face as she read the latest story of destruction. The story brightening her day considerably.
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				Post by: <strong>mindlessmenage</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 14:41:20</strong>
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				&nbsp;"I'm considering becoming an auror actually," Remus replied. His true passion was teaching, but he was sure it'd be far too dangerous for a werewolf to be a teacher. "So it looks like we'll be taking the same classes."<br><br>&nbsp;He tried to hide the fact that he was dreading it, although Barty didn't seem as bad as the male Lestranges, or Lucius, and especially not as bad as Bellatrix. He was sure they were all the same though, some more crazy then others.<br><br>&nbsp;"I do think we should be on our way, though. The train will be leaving any minute. Wouldn't want to miss it." Remus said, turning to James and Sirius. "You ready mates? I'm sure Peter saved us a compartment. Are you coming Remedy? Lily is probably already on board."<br><br>&nbsp;He tried to sound sincere but Remedy knew he was trying to get her away from Barty. She was all about Gryffindor pride, but the Marauders took it to an entirely different level. Not all Slytherin's were evil.<br><br>"Of course, I wouldn't want to be late, Lily would have my head. It was good to catch up Barty. I do appreciate your help. I'm sure I'll be seeing you." She said with a smile. She looked over at James and Sirius. "Try not to get me a detention before we get to school you two. Professor McGonangall still treats me like a delinquint because of the stunt you pulled fifth year, Sirius."
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 15:37:17</strong>
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				Karin considered her options for a couple seconds before deciding it wouldn't be so bad to share a compartment with a couple nice girls, neither Slytherin, as long as she was being invited. Grabbing the seat to the right of the door, she minded her own business for a minute as the girls introduced themselves, then gave her attention back to Symphony when she brought out the brought out a list of muggles bands. "I might know some of them," she said, holding out her hand to take the list. In the summers, she spent most of her time in the muggle world despite having two magical parents. It was a matter of feeling in place, as no one in that world found it strange that she couldn't perform magic; after all, they didn't know it existed.<br><br>Before she could give the list a good looking over, though, the same Hufflepuff boy that had been one of the people that sent Rabastan off before. "I'm Karin Blutfremd," she said, introducing herself without much flare. Karin would have thanked him for before, too, but she got the feeling that he had spoken up less in defense of a poor "Squib" girl getting picked on and more to bother the big Red Menace whom he didn't like, so she withheld her gratitude. Besides, the dark-haired boy was clearly a lot more interested in Symphony at that moment.<br><br>Outside the train, Barty withheld a sneer at the outrightly hostile behavior of one Sirius Black, keeping up his very convincing smile until he had to wave Remy and Remus off and wish them a nice train ride. Once they were gone, he could turn and scowl in disgust at the Marauders' behavior, thinking about going after and defending Severus and Regulus, but deciding he had better things to do. Just then, a small, gray, droopy-eared house elf in what looked like a kitchen towel approached. "All your luggage is aboard, Master Barty."<br><br>"It's Master <em>Crouch,</em> Winky. I'm not a boy anymore," he hissed before heading onto the train to find his compartment. Most likely he would find Rodolphus, Rabastan, and possibly a couple others waiting for him, unless they were running <em>extremely</em> late. On the way down his coach, he spotted his distant cousin Bella Black reading the Daily Prophet. He stopped and looked through the glass for a moment, considering going in and talking to her, but decided again that he had more important places to be (as he often did). Instead, he decided to send her a message: with a flick of his Hornbeam wand, one of the columns on the front page of her paper rearranged in letters and date to form the headline:<br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">SEPT. 2 1977</span> OBNOXIOUS HOGWARTS STUDENT SIRIUS BLACK MURDERED BY PUREBLOOD SLYTHERIN. NO INVESTIGATION SUGGESTED. NO FUNERAL SERVICE PLANNED.</span></strong><br><br>Barty walked away with a chuckle as she had the chance to read it, knowing she would enjoy the idea of that particular cousin being murdered. Finally, he went to his compartment to see if either of the brothers had arrived yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLovelyMaid</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 16:23:53</strong>
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				<em>Narcissa Black</em><br><br>Cissa boarded the train, and immediately pushed her sunglasses to her forehead.&nbsp; Her makeup was impeccable and her golden-colored hair neatly fell down her back.&nbsp; She wore a green jacket, and a modern green-dress over it.&nbsp; She didn't seem to like the platform shoes that were all the rage, but she kept her look simple. The <em>last</em> Black sister to enter Hogwarts, she was probably the most important based on the company she tried to keep.&nbsp; She <em>tried</em> to uphold the ideals that her ancestors had maintained about pure-blooded wizardry being the only standard a witch or wizard could keep, but times were changing.&nbsp; Dumbledore let in more muggles every year.<br><br>She looked for either of her sisters, or the first available compartment.&nbsp; Hopefully she wouldn't run into that cousin of hers, Sirius.&nbsp; Regulus was fine.&nbsp; Sirius...was an oddball.&nbsp; Much like Andromeda, but infinitely more worrisome.&nbsp; Seeing the trolley witch already beginning to make her rounds, Narcissa entered the first compartment she saw.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WittyShrew</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 19:51:51</strong>
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				Severus's hand instinctively went to his wand before he could so much as stop himself. Noting the way Regulus looked at him, a look of understanding and...pity made him feel awful. He had promised himself that he wouldn't let them get to him anymore. It was his seventh and final year and he had a lot more to worry about than Potter and Black getting their jollies out of torturing him. Still, he couldn't keep himself from sending a glare their way that could stop a charging bull. <br><br>"Let's find a compartment before they're all taken," Regulus cut in, not bothering to honour those idiot Gryffindors with so much as a glance. He felt bad for Severus, he really did, but he couldn't let them bother him as much as they did. He grasped his belongings tightly and motioned for the thin boy to follow as he boarded the train, wincing a bit at the sheer level of noise. It seemed even worse inside. <br><br>"Further back," Severus suggested, passing by several familiar faces before coming upon one he deemed acceptable. Well, a little more than acceptable. Narcissa Black was a right beauty and even someone like him could recognize and appreciate this. Still, he didn't dare try and engage her in conversation without Regulus's presence there. <br><br>"Mind some company, Cissa?" Regulus inquired pleasantly enough, though judging by the way he was already beginning to set his belongings down, he was going to stay whether she liked it or not. <br><br>After a moment, Severus followed suit and joined him, mildly relieved that he wouldn't be suffering any unwanted company over the long train-ride to Hogwarts. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 20:11:00</strong>
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				Gryna briefly looked up from her studying when she noted that Severus and Regulus had gotten on the train. She fidgeted in her seat and looked from her books to the window of her compartment several times. When they walked past she gave her sunniest smile and a little wave, but they didn't notice her. With a little sigh she hunched over her book again and wondered if it was worth going and saying hi, it wasn't as if they were strangers after all. The main problem was that ever since she figured out that she liked the strange boy, she found she had problems talking to him. The petite girl chewed on her fingernail and plotted what to do next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 20:24:08</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Rabastan Lestrange</em></div><hr><br>His encounter with all the little blood traitors did little to dampen his mood. While others hated to come back here, and even he did at times, there was much he did enjoy. Once they graduated their new lives would start. Rabastan wouldn't be able to do some of the things he did here out in the real world. He wanted very much to leave this place and never look back, but he was going to miss those moving staircases. They made it so easy to look up a girl's skirt. Still, leaving had it's advantages. He could only imagine what it would be like once the Dark Lord took control of the Ministry. First here in England, next the entire wizarding world, then finally putting Muggles in their place.<br><br>Sighing, he flopped onto the bench seat in his compartment and closed his eyes. He was starting to wonder where the others were. His brother should have been here a while ago, so should have Bellatrix, Narcissa, and even Crouch. He'd seen Barty, but he hoped the boy had enough sense to get away from those Gryffindors soon.<br><br>Almost on cue, Barty slid open the door and he sat up, "Hello, <em>Junior</em>," he always had a feeling that Barty didn't like that, "Have a good summer?"<br><br><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Lavender Ackerly</em></div><hr><br>Lavender pushed through the barrier onto the platform. She was, as usual, a little nervous. This was her last year at Hogwarts and she was nervous about what would happen after graduation. Everyone seemed to have something in mind. A plan. Somewhere to go and something to do. Lavender, on the other hand, hadn't a clue. Her parents always told her to keep her head down, but at the same time they wanted her to succeed and do better than everyone else. So far she'd been, in her parents opinion, a complete failure. Her grades were deplorable, with the exception of Arithmancy. She'd managed to nearly fail out of everything, not making good enough grades to move onto any of the advanced classes for the normal things like Potions, Charms, and Transfiguration. She'd just barely managed to keep up with her Defense Against the Dark Arts work. Some Slytherin jerk, Rabastan Lestrange, had asked her if she was sure she wasn't a Squib after exams last year. If it wasn't for hearing things like that from her parents, she might have broken down into tears.<br><br>She passed by several other students wearing yellow scarves and Hufflepuff badges on their robes, but none of them seemed to notice her and she didn't make herself known to them. Lavender held back when she saw Bellatrix Black going onto the train and a few minutes later Narcissa Black doing the same. She wasn't stupid enough to get in the way of those two. Then she spotted the 'popular' group of Gryffindor boys and the Remy Lestrange chatting. It tugged a little in her stomach watching them. Her parents said that friends only made things difficult, so she'd always put herself in the position not to have any. It was too late anyway. Spending seven years around all these same people, it wasn't like she could just walk up to any of them and make friends. That was silly. They'd laugh at her.<br><br>Instead of just standing there staring at people like an idiot, she climbed onto the train and slipped into the first coach she could find. With no one she was interested in talking to and nothing to do, she pulled her bag into her lap and started pulling out number charts. School hadn't even started and she was already working on school work. For those that didn't know her or her grades, they'd actually think she was a good student.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 20:47:25</strong>
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				<strong>Bartemius Crouch Jr.</strong><br><br>Barty briefly scowled when he was referred to as "Junior," but it wasn't nearly as bad as how Rabastan acted toward people outside his immediate group of friends, so he shrugged it off as he usual. "Not bad, but booring," he exclaimed, checking that Winky had properly stowed his luggage in the compartment before flopping down on the other seat, his head next to the window. "Senior spent almost every day and night at the ministry, trying to round up all of the Dark Lord's servants faster than they could kill muggles and mudbloods. Mum's just been trying to forget how old I am and how I'll be leaving home some. Neither of 'em have any clue what's really going on," he stated proudly.<br><br>"Nothing to complain about, though. Hear things are far worse over at the Blacks', what with Sirius running off and that little nutter Andromeda marrying a mudblood," he said with disdain, wondering how the proud Black family could fall so far. "I tell you, proud pureblood families are far and few between these days. Which reminds me, your sister might be coming by sooner or later. Be nice to her and act like you've missed her. Same goes for Roddy. I'm working on getting her over to our side," he then declared with a serious look at the Red Menace that told him not to mess up Barty's plans by acting immature.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 21:08:03</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Rabastan Lestrange</em></div><hr><br>The scowl probably didn't have the effect Barty wanted it to. Rabastan liked getting on people's nerves and under their skin. The scowl was exactly what he wanted and he smiled as the slightly younger male went on to explain his summer and the Black family, "Yeah, I heard something about that. I bet Bella and Cissa would have a fit if someone brought it up..." spreading gossip wasn't his thing, but making lives hell was, "I wonder where those lovely ladies are..." he looked out the window for a moment before laying back out on the seat. Strangely, he was thinking about Karin. He wasn't lying about her being 'cute', but, Merlin's beard, she was a Squib. Rabastan was willing to make small exceptions sexually for Muggle-Borns, but Squibs were an entirely different thing.<br><br>At the mention of his sister, he snorted, "Don't know why you care. Not like she's your sister. Screw her 'changing sides', she can go suck up to those Gryffindor toerags for all I care. Let her deal with the consequences for a few months after graduation, that'll get her on our side. She'll come crawling back...but you'd like that, wouldn't you?" he teased, "<em>But</em> if you <em>really</em> want me to play the sappy brother...fine. But you'll owe me one."
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 21:24:43</strong>
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				<strong>Bartemius Crouch Jr.</strong><br><br>"Sure, whatever," Barty replied, knowing Rabastan would never just agree to help him manipulate his sister. Anything Rabastan did for you had to come at a price, even if you were one of his closest friends. "I'd just rather teach her out way of thinking now rather than later. If she ends up with the Order of the Phoenix after she graduates, she might end up killing a few Death Eaters before that damned group falls apart, and then we'd <em>have</em> to kill her. Best not to waste such a pretty example of untainted blood, you know?" he said with a grin, feeling safe that Rabastan wouldn't give a damn how Barty took advantage of his sister.<br><br>Turning his attention back out the window, he let his thoughts drift away from that naive little Gryffindor and back onto more casual matters. "By the way, Bella's already onboard if you want to say hi. She was sitting alone, though, so watch out: she may be in one of those moods," Crouch warned. When Bellatrix Lestrange was in a bad mood, it wasn't unheard of her to hex anyone that happened to be nearby, regardless of whether or not they were her friends. He found that out on their first year when he teased her about her hair right before a quidditch match, only to have his broomstick turn into a rather angry serpent halfway through the match.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 23:21:26</strong>
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				The words appeared on the news paper and Bella laughed lightly with delight. <em>If only</em> she thought wistfully as she set aside the paper and stood smoothing her hair and leaving the compartment to seek out a few friends now that they weren't in the clutches of the substandard.<br><br>Walking briskly with a half smile she smiled briefly as she passed her sisters compartment and past it sliding open to the one Barty and Rabastan were using just in time to hear the comment about herself. "Flattery will get you no where Barty." She said teasing lightly as she sat down crossing her legs. "Do I even need to ask what you were doing just a moment ago?" She said waving her hand in the direction of the platform. Her tone indicated she cared little but anyone who knew her would recognize that look in her eyes of absolute attention that said 'you'd better have a good reason.'
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				Post by: <strong>TheLovelyMaid</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 23:43:24</strong>
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				Narcissa nods.&nbsp; "Of <em>course</em>, dear cousin." She gave Regulus a serene smile.&nbsp; He, accompanied by Severus Snape.&nbsp; Narcissa could respect that Severus was a Slytherin--but she could not forgive that he chose to ally himself with that...<em>mudblood</em> Lily Evans.&nbsp; Not that she would ever say that aloud.&nbsp; He did wonders for her potions homework--Professor Slughorn thought she was a genius.<br><br>"Hello, Severus." She gave her best smile to him.&nbsp; "I know how Regulus' summer went--how was yours?"&nbsp; She crossed her legs.&nbsp; It had been a harrowing summer indeed, with her own sister had been blasted off the Black family tapestry.&nbsp; She had put her faith and trust in Romy--and she still put her own interests first.&nbsp; She wasn't worthy of her last name--so it fit that her new one sounded like she was...common.&nbsp; <em>Tonks</em>.&nbsp; She shuddered inside.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 23:51:19</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Rabastan Lestrange</em></div><hr><br>"Like the Order stands a chance. If the Ministry can't do anything, neither can they. Even if little Sissy managed to take out a few Death Eaters before coming to her senses, I wouldn't hold it against her. Anyone that falls to her wand deserves it. As for wasting pretty untainted blood...I wouldn't know. She's my sister. I can hardly call her pretty. But hey, if <em>you</em> seem to think she's worth the effort, I'm not going to stop you. Waste of time if you ask me," he yawned and closed his eyes.<br><br>Rabastan was going to make a few comments about how much of a nutter Bellatrix was turning out to be, but the woman herself made an appearance in the door. She sat and Rabastan allowed himself a good look at her legs, "Hello, Bella," the girl was nuts and was one of the few people he didn't out right tease if he sensed her to be in a bad mood. His brother was slightly infatuated with her too, not that that would stop Rabastan's roaming eyes. Very few things stopped that, "Not going to ask me how my summer was?" his eyes closed again, slowly, "How's Andromeda doing?" he said with a small smile.
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				Post by: <strong>WittyShrew</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 00:07:13</strong>
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				"Certainly productive," Severus replied in what he hoped wasn't a terribly dry tone. It wasn't often that he humoured girls with conversation. Not since his and Lily's falling out two years previous. The mere thought of it made his body want to tense all over again but he banished such thoughts from his mind. He couldn't concern himself with her anymore. It was over.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Very productive," Regulus chimed in, studying his cousin briefly before turning his attention to the arriving trolley. He hesitated a moment, wondering if he could get away with eating a chocolate frog but he could already hear Walburga Black's nagging voice in his head. <em>Don't you dare, Regulus. You'll spoil your appetite.</em><br><br>Severus felt the corner of his lips twitch threateningly as he watched Regulus dismiss the woman before turning his attention back to Narcissa. "How was your summer?" He wasn't particularly interested in hearing about it, he felt obligated to at least attempt to make some conversation. <br><br>There had been a clear shift over the summer. Severus was no longer the strange wizard everyone either ignored or targeted. He had been given an opportunity here to fit in and he didn't intend to ruin it. Besides, the Blacks were important allies. It was simply smart strategy on his part and he had a sneaking suspicion Regulus knew this. <br><br>They <em>were</em> Slytherins, after all.
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				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 00:13:51</strong>
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				Nodding her head, Symphony stood up from her seat tossing the book where she once sat "yes that is right. Symphony Everstone seventh year Hufflepuff...If you couldn't tell from the uniform that is. You are Elizabeth and Karin from Ravenclaw and you're from my own house Dean." Smiling at each of them she giggled a bit at Dean's introduction "that is quite a greeting; I do hope you're able to actually back that up in the future." Brushing off imaginary lint from her robe she hummed softly "So is everyone excited about the upcoming year? Oh and its quite alright... Its just that I heard a few of the songs listed over break while shopping in London, in fact I bought a bunch of albums and song books hoping that Professor Flitwick would be willing to let us sing them for choir." Although she was a pureblood Symphony enjoyed visiting the muggle world whenever she could get the chance, finding it lively and fast paced with the times as well as trends. <br><br>Blushing lightly her tan cheeks darkened and she rapidly begin fiddling with her hair, often she rambled about uselessly things; one of the main reasons Symphony stayed to herself during school. "Ah..Yes my summer was well, I went to Bulgaria to see my younger brothers at Durmstrang such a deary place that is." Mumbling under her breath she dug around in her pockets pulling out her WWN (Wizard Wireless Network) "I hope you don't mind but listening to music has become a tradition of Gulliver's and mine, it helps pass the time...Well um... Usually we don't have people coming to talk to us." Laughing nervously she scratched the back of her "Oh dear I'm rambling something horribly aren't I?" Looking at Elizabeth, Karin, and Dean she smiled shyly 
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				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 00:52:31</strong>
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				<strong>Bartemius Crouch Jr.</strong><br><br>Barty grinned as Bella came to join them, letting his legs slip off the bench as if they were dead so she would have somewhere to sit. Though the girl was clearly more than halfway to losing her mind and she would draw her wand on anyone who did anything the least bit bothersome to her, he enjoyed having her around for the simple reason that she was an neverending font of entertainment as long as he wasn't the target of her hexes. Thankfully, he had learned how not be on her bad side since she started to spend more time around Rodolphus and, by proxy, himself. He also found her loyalty to the Dark Lord refreshing, as she was probably the only person who took their future servitude as seriously as he did.<br><br>"Oh, didn't you hear? I'm looking to join the Order once school is out," the Slytherin sneered jokingly. "I've been hoping to hang around those Marauders some more this year. They're all so <em>charming</em>, don't you think?" Barty was, of course, being entirely sarcastic. He felt the Marauders were so full of themselves that they put even a pureblood Slytherin to shame, and he was sure even the Gryffindors wouldn't argue that point. "Really, Bella, don't you know me at all? I was just trying to earn old Remedy's trust so we can get her back with her dear brothers sooner rather than later. The only trouble is that Lupin, but I'm working on something for him..." He trailed off and glanced out the window, lightly twisting his wand between his fingers.<br><br><strong>Karin Blutfremd</strong><br><br>"I'm pretty excited to do some N.E.W.T.-level magic," Karin said quietly, realizing too late that her phrasing probably called attention to her "Squib" status, though these people didn't seem to care that much. She then handed back the band list Symphony had produced. She had recognized a few of them, but there was really no point in bringing it up now that the exotic-looking girl had already changed the subject fifteen times. The idea of singing them in choir intrigued her, though. She definitely knew them better than any of the ordinary wizard world songs they usually performed, though she didn't know how well Professor Flitwick would respond to the proposal. He was definitely not one to break away from tradition very often. For how many years had he been teaching students the same charms, regardless of whether new ones were discovered that actually seemed to work a bit better? Bring it up, though, and he tended to get a bit overemotional, so most people just let him be.<br><br>The young redhead tried to tune it out as Symphony went on and on about more things than the other three could actually respond to. The girl sure knew how to talk; not that Karin minded all that much. It took a lot of the pressure off of her to provide conversation, so she could just sit there and stare at Symphony's sunflower so that the Hufflepuff thought she was making eye contact and listening intently. She heard something about younger brothers in Durmstrang, which caught her by surprise. "Your brothers go to Durmstrang?" she inquired. Durmstrang was a good distance away, so either they were sent a long way away from home or Symphony was, though she couldn't figure out the reason for it. Why not just send all of them to same school?
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				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 03:33:17</strong>
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				<strong>Brutus Tremblett</strong><br><br>His father must have told him a hundred times that he wouldn't be ale to pull the red dragon's broken fang this morning, it would take too long and he had to be ready to go catch the train for school. But when a two ton monster is whining in pain all night long you can't very well ignore it, Brutus sure couldn't and that was why he was literally sprinting from the dragon corral to his cabin where he had stayed that summer learning to tame the dragons. When he kicked his door open he didn't have a frightened look on his face at the thought of missing the train, rather a determined look at the thought of beating the train despite his lateness.<br>He grabbed his prepared suitcase and grabbed the empty bird cage next to it. As soon as he picked up the cage Gramsci, his pet Bat Hawk, flew in the cabin's open window and bolted into his cage so fast that the door shut behind him. Only a few seconds later Brutus was running into the cabin's fireplace. One moment he was in Germany the next he was in London and sprinting down the street to catch his train.<br>When he was finally sprinting through the train station he made his way to platform 9 and 3/4 and without even looking to see if people were watching him he shot through the brick wall and emerged victorious when he saw the train to school still idle in front of him. Brutus closed his eyes and breathed deep letting his heart slow down. He looked over his shoulder and caught eyes with Gramsci "We made it again my friend." He said in his deep South African accent and then began walking casually to one of the train cars and stepped up, for the final time, into the train for school. 
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				Post by: <strong>TheLovelyMaid</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 04:34:06</strong>
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				Narcissa gave the trolley witch a look of disdain.&nbsp; As <strong>IF </strong>she'd even <em>consider</em> expanding her waistline with some childish treats.&nbsp; Severus had reluctantly posed her question back.&nbsp; She pressed her lips thinly together.<br><br>"As well as can be expected, of course.&nbsp; The whole Black family home is in perpetual silence over...She-who-must-not-be-named." She was, of course, referencing her sister.&nbsp; The English countryside rolled past them in a blur.&nbsp; "Still, the vacation in Crete was very luxurious.&nbsp; I think I still have a bit of my tan left."&nbsp; She casually bared moved part of her jacket aside--the miniscule portion of skin showing.&nbsp; "See?"&nbsp; She then replaced her jacket once more.<br><br>"It should be a fairly enjoyable year, though...considering.&nbsp; Slytherin seventh years...nearly graduated and out in the world..."&nbsp; She trailed off.&nbsp; Narcissa was one of those types who loved the sound of her own voice.&nbsp; "Are you going to stay in a cauldron all your life, Severus? Making calming draughts and pepper-up potion?"&nbsp; He sure looked like he could use one.
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				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 08:11:53</strong>
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				"If her brother wants her back I'm sure he could draw her to our side all on his own he's at least that useful." She said lightly a cutting smirk on her face, "But personally I think it's a waste of time. She obviously has bad taste, look who she surrounds herself with. Pure blood or not doesn't excuse blood traitors." She said her eyes cutting at Rabastan at the last term the end of her wand flicking deftly her mouth moving forming a word she didn't speak but in the barest of whispers "Incarcerous."<br><br>Chains appeared wrapping deftly around Rabastan binding him to his seat. Slowly the chains continued to tighten until she flicked her wand again. "I don't want to hear that name said with in my hearing, ever" she flicked her wand and the chains bound tighter still, "again. Do we have an understanding Rabastan?" She asked her voice dripping with false sweetness as she leaned forward her chin resting in the palm of her hand her fingertips twirling her walnut 12 3/4 inch wand deftly between her fingertips as if completely at ease, in truth she was.
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				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 10:19:59</strong>
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				<strong>Sirius Black</strong><br><br>Sirius grinned at Remedy's reminder of their fifth year. "Yeah, good times, those... We should do it again, eh?" he told her with a roguish wink as the blond girl disappeared up the train. Turning to Remus, Sirius nodded. "Yeah, I was wondering where Wormtail was... Don't think he's late, do you?" he asked. Not that he was worried about the him, of course, but the Marauders won't be the Marauders if one of their gang was missing.<br><br><strong>Elizabeth Shadowstar</strong><br><br>Now that Symphony had mentioned it, things began to click into place in Liz's mind. How could she be so stupid? With a name like 'Symphony', it was natural that she was in the choir and loved music! "Oh, I'm sure Flitwick won't mind. Or at least Dumbledore will approve. I hear he's quite a music fan too, and I can't see him opposing something just because it's Muggle." Liz blushed a little as she spoke of Dumbledore. To her, the wise Headmaster was something of a hero. Few other wizards were willing to stand up for Muggles and Muggle-borns in these dark times... <br><br>She smiled as the girl pulled out a wireless, and shook her head. "No, I don't mind. Sorry if we're disturbing you..." she added a little guiltily. Was there a reason Symphony and her owl always traveled alone, or did it just turn out that way?<br><br>"I've never been to Bulgaria... How come your brothers are studying there?" she asked, unable to help her curiousity.
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				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 15:54:53</strong>
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				Dean grinned. "Of course I'll back it up. I mean who else would be Minister? Cornelius Fudge?" he asked with a bit of disgust then a laugh. He stopped and watched the ladies. "Well I just thought I'd introduce myself, I'll let you guys go back to whatever you were doing." He said with a slight bow and his most charming grin.<br><br>James laughed. "Peter can catch up later. He knows his way around the school and knows what he's missing," he said suddenly serious. He grabbed his luggage and when he didn't see the beautiful redhead anywhere, he headed towards the train. So far everything was going great. Two of his best friends were here but he was missing the one person that would make it perfect. <em>Lily</em>
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				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 17:41:04</strong>
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				Glad to see that things hadn't changed and that his fellow students were as excitable as ever Brutus started down the isle hoping to find a free cabin, most likely though, because of how late he was, he would have to make do with finding a free bench seat but that would be fine too.<br>As he walked by cabins on either side of the isle he turned his head at just the right moment to see one of the Hufflepuff girls chatting with one of his fellow Ravenclaws, Elizabeth Shadowstar. He couldn't remember that they had talked much, or if they had ever had a conversation, he suddenly was filled with a desire to rectify that. No need to interrupt though, he would find her sometime in the common-house. After another moment he turned and continued on down the isle till he found an open bench and took it.<br>The seat he chose was a few away from where James Potter and Serious Black and the rest of their gang were sitting and talking. He might make and effort to converse them later but now he wanted to collect his thoughts, not to mention figure out if he would need anything shipped to him that he might have left behind in his rush here.
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				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 17:50:31</strong>
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				"Come on, BB, you know the Dark Lord is always willing to forgive a witch or wizard who realizes errors of their ways. I bet there's not a Death Eater alive today who didn't have to be reeducated at some point," Barty testified, though in his mind it was more for his benefit than Remedy's or even Voldemort's. What kind of rewards awaited a man who not only converted a future ally of the Ministry and the Order to a servant of purity, but also reunited one of the few remaining families who understood the significance of pure blood? Yet he had to make sure he didn't get ahead of himself. He had many months over which to put his plan in action, and he still had to perfect his Imperiatus technique...<br><br>His mind turned back to the present a small smirk graced his lips when Bellatrix hexed her first unfortunate victim of the year, though she didn't seem intent on doing any serious harm to poor Rab. Barty made a mental note not to bring up Andromeda's name for the rest of the year. Apparently, while Bella could handle someone bringing up Sirius as long as it was with hatred and maybe talk of mutilation, this particular disgrace was a bit too close to home.
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				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 18:57:18</strong>
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				Gryna tensed a little and pulled her hat further down even though her ears were fully covered. James Potter and his friends were getting on the train, and even though she mostly got away with a little light teasing, she knew that Severus would get far worse. It upset her that all this badness happened between people whom she considered good friends. Well... Lily and Sirus she considered friends, she could never be sure about what Remus was thinking and whether or not he was joking, and as much as she tried for Lily, she just didn't like James one bit. He was an arrogant show off who always had to have his own way. Fortunately for him, he was just charming enough to have gathered quite a few friends and become rather popular, she just wasn't buying into it.<br><br>She bit her lip and wondered where Lily was, it wasn't like her to be late. The pixie-like girl flicked idly through her book not really seeing the pages, things between her and Lily had been a little strained since she had Severus stopped being friends. Gryna felt very much like she was stuck in the middle, but she was trying her best to be friends with both of them and not take sides. Even though she thought that Severus was cruel for what he said, and Lily was blind for not seeing how much she had hurt him.<br><br>Knowing that the first place the group of boys would head for would be where Severus was sitting, she poked her head out of her compartment to try and spot them before they got to him. She had intended to get acquainted with Sirus anyway since she didn't really get out much in the holidays. There had been a few letters, but again the Severus and Lily situation had strained a lot of friendships. Perhaps this was the year of trying to fix things. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 20:50:41</strong>
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				Humming along to the tune playing through the compartment she gave a small shrug of her shoulders "oh my step-father and mother wanted the boys to receive a cultured education... Personally I think they are basically being breed to be a menace to society, I mean they don't teach defense against the dark arts they; the professors actually teach them the dark arts. It is such a bother being on guard ever single minute when they are home from school" smiling she looked over at Dean "you never know I hear Mr. Fudge is slightly becoming popular with the right people..." Tilting her head she gave Elizabeth a nod "oh yes Professor Dumbledor would surely be on my side and a few other members of the choir, just to help keep spirits high due to what has been going on in our world." <br><br>Chewing on her bottom lip Symphony let out a small laugh, not wanting to dwell on the bad news that had been circling the wizard world "oh! Is that the trolley? I've been longing for a chocolate frog for a while." Blushing brightly even for her skin coloring she went over and began buy a few sweets, ranging from bertie bot jelly beans to several chocolate frogs; buying extra in case any of her new acquaintances would like any. Arms full of candy she paid the candy lady a few sickles and nuts before making her way back to the compartment "ah um... I bought some candy if any of you would like any." Trying to be more open to people around her, Symphony figured that if she wanted to be a singer or any sort of performer that she really would have to be slightly more out going. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 21:06:27</strong>
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				Karin shook her head at the offer for sweets. She actually did have a bit of a sweet tooth, but the stuff that passed for candy in the wizarding world terrified her: chocolate frogs that actually acted like they were alive, jelly beans that could taste like any number of unpleasant substances, blood-flavored lollipops; she would avoid all of these and just stick to the tasty desserts they served at Hogwarts.<br><br>Looking away from the shiver-inducing "treats," she thought about how silly it was that wizards and witches made a differentiation for the "Dark" Arts. Magic was magic, why classify it morally? It came off as entirely hypocritical that they named bad spells things like "Unforgivable Curses," then permitted aurors to use them anyway. It wasn't really the magic that was evil, it was the intent of the person using it. After all, wasn't it much better to use the Imperiatus Curse to bring in a violent criminal rather than potentially harm him with a Stunner? From her logical viewpoint, the differentiation between Dark Wizards and regular wizards was entirely contrived.
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				Post by: <strong>WittyShrew</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 23:16:21</strong>
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				Severus felt a slight twinge of envy as Narcissa went on about her vacation, knowing he had not the means nor the money to go anywhere himself. Quirking a brow, the Slytherin struggled between eyeing the slight patch of sun-kissed skin revealed to him and looking away all together. In the end, it was an awkward mixture of staring and darting his gaze away as if the sight were too much for him. That was the thing with someone like Narcissa Black, she was beautiful and she knew it. As such, it gave her a certain amount of power over hopeless boys his age, still under the vicious clutches of puberty and teenage-hormones. <br><br>Clearing his throat awkwardly, Severus side-glanced at Regulus who seemed far more interested in sifting through his belongings than listening to either them. <br><br>He had to stop himself before he sneered at her, purely out of habit. It was difficult to tell whether her baiting was harmless or not. Considering her lineage, he'd settle with the latter. "I believe my future endeavors will extend beyond what I produce in a cauldron," he replied slowly, thin lips pressed together, "I believe Regulus has seen to that." His hand automatically pressed to his left arm for the briefest of moments before dropping back down to his side. <br><br>Regulus glanced up from what he was currently doing, briefly exchanging a look with the greasy-haired boy before setting his things back down. "I ran into Lucius a couple of weeks ago," he began in a not-so-subtle tone. <br><br>Severus knew well enough what Regulus was implying with that tone of his and regarded Narcissa with the barest hint of a smirk. 
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				Post by: <strong>mindlessmenage</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 23:36:31</strong>
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				&nbsp;<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The whistle screamed as they departed for Hogwarts. Some students were hanging out of the windows yelling a final goodbye to their loved ones. The train picked up speed as it began it's travel through the country side. Laughing and chattering filled the hallways and compartments.</span><br><br>&nbsp;The group found that Peter had infact saved them a seat. They had all gotten comfortable but there was still no sign of Lily. Remedy was sure she was onboard somewhere, Lily was never late.<br><br>&nbsp;"How was your summer Peter?" Remedy inquired. Peter always came off a little strange to her. She scolded herself for thinking it, but she had absolutely no clue why the boy was in Gryffindor. She had never seen him do anything remotely courageous. However, he was a Marauder, maybe they knew something she didn't. It wasn't her business anyhow. After he mumbled a response she sat back in her seat resting her head against the window. Her kitten was curled up in a ball, purring as Remedy gently massaged her head. Anticipation of the year ahead of her was really taking a toll. It was the the last chapter in the first volume of her life and she had no idea what was going to happen.<br><br>&nbsp;She started thinking about her mother. Remedy had only visited her once since she'd been in St. Mungo's. That visit had been extremely hard. Her mother had no idea of her own identity, let alone even giving the smallest inclination that she recognized her daughter. As her mind continued to race, her thoughts moved on to her father. She hadn't seen or spoken to him since he'd been in Azkaban, though earlier that week she had received a letter from him. It was at the bottom of her trunk, unopened but not forgotten. Remedy wasn't sure yet if it was better left alone.<br><br>&nbsp;Remus had worked hard to find his favorite woman on board; the lady with the trolley. He was a sucker for anything chocolate, it was like an addiction. After buying quite a few chocolate frogs he sat back in his seat offering some to the others before unwrapping one and popping it in his mouth. Chocolate always make him feel better.<br><br>&nbsp;"Anyone up for a game of wizard's chess or exploding snap?" He inquired. It was something to do to pass the time, though he knew his friends would much rather use Snape for that. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 09:06:34</strong>
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				<strong>Sirius Black</strong><br><br>Sirius shrugged as he followed James on board the train, but it turned out, as Remus had predicted, Peter was on the train, waiting for them in an empty compartment. "Good boy, Peter!" Sirius complimented him, clapping him on the back. Peter Pettigrew wasn't exactly the kind of person Sirius would have chosen to hang out with, but he had grown used to his quiet presence. "Had a good summer?"<br><br>The train had begun to move; it appeared that they had just gotten on in time. Sirius lounged lazily, his legs stretched out onto the seat opposite. Shaking his head at Remus' offer, Sirius yawned widely. "Nah, I think I'll take a nap. Wake me up when something interesting happens." <em>Or when Snivellus shows his pale face,</em> he added mentally with a grin.<br><br><strong>Elizabeth Shadowstar</strong><br><br>Liz listened to Dean's boasts quietly. Symphony had mentioned how Fudge had been becoming the popular choice for Minister, but Liz had placed her hopes on someone else. "There's still Dumbledore... He'd make a good minister in these dark times..." she said mildly, a soft smile on her lips as she talked again of her hero.<br><br>She listened as Symphony described Durmstrang to them. "So your parents don't really care about you getting a 'cultured education'?" she asked bluntly. She didn't mean it in a bad way, of course; better Hogwarts than Durmstrang. From the way Symphony described it, she didn't think she would like it very much there, even if Defence Against the Dark Arts was her worst subject.<br><br>As she was still thinking about these things, Symphony left the compartment, and returned with an armful of candy. She watched wide-eyed as the Hufflepuff offered them some of her load, but shook her head shyly. "No, thank you." She didn't think she knew Symphony enough to be taking her food. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 15:43:54</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Lavender Ackerly</em></div><hr><br>Finishing her Number Chart, she felt a sense of boredom coming on. Maybe she should have waiting longer to come to the platform. She felt like she'd come much too early and now she was stuck. Every time she looked out the window, all she saw were students greeting each other. Feeling left out wasn't a new feeling to Lavender. It wasn't that she was all that 'shy', she just never knew what to say around other people. Not being all that interested in Quidditch made people look at her funny. She didn't have a pet. Music was pretty much outlawed in her parent's house. And most people weren't interested in Numbers the way she was. It just made things difficult. Plus, she was sure anyone that did happen to notice her felt she was a Squib that managed to just be able to do one or two simple spells.<br><br>Sliding her charts back into her bag, she leaned her head against the window and closed her eyes. Napping was always something that made her feel better. Lavender just wished the train would get going already. Getting to school and maybe sneaking away from the Feast to just go up to her dorm room before any of the other girls got in there was all she could think about. Curling up in her yellow and black blanket was sounding pretty good right now.<br><br>With a soft sigh, she clutched her school bag to her chest and leaned back in her seat. It was rare for her to stay awake for the train rides to and from school. <br><br><div align="center"><em>Rabastan Lestrange</em></div><hr><br>Rabastan's smirk disappeared as the chains bound him. His eyes flew open and he started to struggle as Bella gave her order. Damn woman was a nutter. He always knew it. Even going as far as to attack someone that was on the same side as her, "Bloody hell, Bella, can't take a joke?!" he snapped, thrashing against the chains that were now pinching into his skin, "Alright! I won't say it again!" he snapped this time, "Talk about no sense of humor..." though this was muttered lowly.<br><br>Thankfully, the train started to pull away from the station, "Could you let me go now?" he said with a hiss, "Or do you intend on keeping me chained up the whole trip, Bella? If so, people might get the wrong idea about us," this was said with a smirk.
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				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 17:18:37</strong>
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				<strong>Brutus Tremblett</strong><br><br>Once the train was moving steadily down the tracks Brutus began to get a bit antsy sitting by himself on that bench, he had to get up and move around. With that decision he stood and started down the isle, he figured he would go and find the snack car. It's not that he was particularly hungry, he just wanted something to do. That was when he noticed a girl he didn't recognize in a compartment all by herself. She had her head against the window and was gripping her back, it almost looked like she was sick, a very different sight compared to all the other students who were having a rip roaring good time together.<br><br>He knew it wasn't his place but then again it wasn't his nature to just ignore the girl who looked so miserable. Quietly he poked his head inside of her lonely compartment and in a gentle voice he spoke to Lavender "Excuse me...I'm sorry if I'm disturbing you, but are you all right?" He asked ready to jump back into the hall if she did end up being irritated by his intrusion. 
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				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 18:30:26</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Lavender Ackerly</em></div><hr><br>The train started to pull from the station and the small jolt snapped her out of her slowly dozing state. The small bumps and such of the train's movements made her adjust her position in the seat. Eventually, Lavender found a comfortable spot again and put her head back against the window. She kind of wished she'd remembered to close the compartment door when she came in. The chatter and laughing coming from outside the coach was making it difficult to sleep. She knew that if she managed to sleep through her dormmate's late night chatting session, then she could eventually sleep through this too.<br><br>Lavender wasn't aware that her current position or appearance might make others think she was ill or miserable, though the last of the two was pretty close. When she heard a voice close by, she honestly didn't think it was being spoken to her and ignored it at first. But the voice continued, asking if she was alright. She peeked her eyes open a little bit and saw Brutus Tremlett standing in her compartment door, looking at her, asking if she was okay. Her cheeks flushed and she sat up quickly, "N-no...I mean yes...Uh...no, you're not disturbing me and yes, I'm alright," finally managing to spit it out, "Do you need this compartment? I can leave," it wasn't like she was being uprooted from anywhere. It wouldn't be the first time she'd left a train compartment so a larger group of people could have it.<br><br>He probably didn't have a clue who she was, but she knew a little bit about him. She knew his name was Brutus Tremblett, that he was a Ravenclaw, and that he was on his House Quidditch team. 
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				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 20:44:31</strong>
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				Bella sniffed at Barty's statment. She didn't agree but the disagreement was an old one, one she didn't feel like arguing again to no resolution. She didn't like the idea of converting people because things sometimes...lingered. Besides how much can you trust someone who switches sides to began with? If they do it once whats to stop them from doing it again, and again.<br><br>Rabastan reaction was far more fun. She watched him thrash and fight against the chains and listened with an amused sort of grin as he snapped in anger. The train started to pull away and she glanced out the window with a sigh then looked back at him as he asked to be released and made his crass little suggestion. "Oh but the latter has such appeal." She said with humor, "But since you asked so nicely" She said with sarcasm and flicked her wrist the wand snapped in the air and the chains fell away as if they had never been.
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				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 21:22:29</strong>
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				Smiling she placed some of the candy in her empty seat, picking up a chocolate frog she focused on keeping the bouncing chocolate at bay. "I think Professor Dumbledore would make a great Minister, ever day would be a holiday of some sorts I bet." Finally able to grip the frog she quickly takes a bite out of it, chewing on the small piece Symphony smiled as she saw the card that came with her candy "oh Salazar Syltherin I don't have him yet." Looking up at Elizabeth she shrugged her shoulders "I do think my Mother put her foot down on the matter of my schooling; wanting me to go to the same place she went... Only thing is she thought I'd end up in her house and everything." <br><br>Smiling she took another bite of her chocolate frog, swaying along to the music coming from the WWN "Symphony dear you must know that I was in Syltherin, and Talbot was in the same house as well; so surely you understand the image you must set at being in the house of your family." Doing a impression of her mother, Symphony fiddled with the collectors card in her hand "but whats done is done and I love Hufflepuff house." Smoothing out her gray vest she absently traced the crest of Hogwarts, looking out the window briefly as she got lost in her thoughts briefly before looking back at the people in the cabin. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 21:38:16</strong>
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				Karin had always been a bit opinionated on matters she was sure she was correct, so when she heard of how Symphony's mother was disappointed that her daughter had ended up in Hufflepuff, the German girl shook her head and spoke up again. "I don't get why so many people care about what house they're in or their kids are in. It's not like any of it matters once you get out of school. It's just to divide up the living arrangements, set up opposing quidditch teams, and make the students behave better so they can get the House Cup. Your mother should worry about you getting good grades, not being made to wear green all the time."<br><br>The redhead may have been slightly forward in sharing her opinion, but she did so casually. She just couldn't take it when people put such stock into something that was utterly pointless outside of the school itself. The pureblood debate, she could understand, as there could possibly be some merit behind the idea that purer blood means stronger magic, though she wouldn't agree with anything until the Department of Mysteries got over the controversy of the issue and did some actually research. Leaning back with her arms folded across her chest, she started to wonder where a pureblood Squib would fall into the blood status ideology, as that's where all the Slytherins seemed to classify her. She had once read something about a member of the Black family being disowned for being a Squib, so odds were that they weren't treated well.
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				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 00:55:41</strong>
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				<strong>Brutus Tremblett</strong><br><br>"No, no you're fine of coarse."&nbsp; he replied when she offered to leave her cabin for him, he couldn't imagine somebody having the gall to make somebody else pick up and move for them, then he glanced over at some of the Slytherine "purists" and decided he could imagine it. Then he turned his attention back to Lavender "I'm sorry that I intruded, I just noticed you huddled up there and I was worried you might be sick so I decided to check on you..." He paused for a moment not sure what else to say, he did want to say more but he didn't know what. "I'm sorry for bothering you miss..." He trailed off not knowing her name and hoping she would give it to him.
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				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 02:35:33</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Lavender Ackerly</em></div><hr><br>Hearing that she wasn't going to be made to move, she held her bag back to her chest. Just a nervous habit she had. Her mother had seen her doing it several times whenever they went to Diagon Alley and told her not to do it, but that really did little to stop her. It just made her feel a bit more protected or less exposed to have something in front of her. Not that Lavender expected anything bad out of Brutus. For the most part, it was just the Slytherins she had to watch out for, "You weren't...you weren't intruding. I was just trying to fall asleep," her cheeks flushed a little, "Ackerly...uh...Lavender Ackerly. And you're Brutus Tremblett, right? That's a..." she seemed to think for a moment, "...54. So you're a two and a seven. Those are very good numbers," her whole face turned red for a moment, "Sorry. I shouldn't say that," figuring he had people to get back to, she turned her attention out the window.<br><br><div align="center"><em>Rabastan Lestrange</em></div><hr><br>Once the redhead was free of the chains, he sat up and stretched a little. Rubbing his arms where the chains had been wrapped around him, "If he wants to 'convert' little Remy, by all means let him," he said with a shrug, "Let him deal with her whining."<br><br>"As for what I said having 'appeal', Bella. No one would believe it anyway. <em>You</em> keeping <em>me</em> tied up? Very unbelievable," he snorted before relaxing in his seat. Rebastan kicked his feet up and rested them on the edge of Bellatrix and Barty's bench, "Though I don't think my brother would mind you doing it to him," his brother hadn't kept it very secret that he had some interest in the deranged woman, "He might even let you if you ask him nicely," not that he knew where Rodolphus was. He hadn't seen his brother all day.
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				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 02:49:42</strong>
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				Barty let out a quick chuckle at the mention of Rodolphus' little crush on Bella Black, which he really didn't understand. He himself found Bellatrix delightful in her sadistic tendencies, but thought of being bound to a woman like that for life made his heart shudder. It didn't help that the only people she ever showed any love for were her sister, herself, and the Dark Lord. He admired her loyalty, but it often seemed to border on obsession; then again, no one could really tell what was going on in that mind of hers, which could be described as "bipolar" if one was being generous and lenient with the term. She would probably end up marrying a regular pureblood like Rodolphus for the sake of carrying on her and her family's legacy, but he didn't see the poor wizard having a happy marriage life if that ever happened.
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				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 03:00:45</strong>
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				Dean seemed to daze off. He was imagining himself smiling, sitting in his big chair in the grand office. "Fudge is not someone I'd let handle things when things get tough. I mean what if after this war, another He-who-must-not-be-named stepped up? He would crumble under the pressure," he said. He took a seat. When he heard the name of Dumbledore he smiled. Dumbledore was the man that saved him and his mother from the Death Eaters. While he admired and respected him, he doubted he would want a post such as that.<br><br>Dean leaned back and smiled listening to the others argue about stuff. He merely smiled and nodded like he knew a good politician would do.<br><br>James grinned when he found the compartment. "Well, if you are going to take a nap, I'm going to go see some of the other gryffindors," he said standing and walking down the narrow hall of the train.
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				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 05:58:42</strong>
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				<strong>Brutus Tremblett</strong><br><br>He was going to ask her how she already knew who he was but then she told him that his name was a 54, 7 and 2. That stopped him completely, he didn't know what to think about that. What did those numbers mean, and why was seven and two good? When she turned to look out the window he slipped into the compartment and sat down across from her. "What do you mean?" He began to get her attention again "About my name being a 54 and seven and two being good things. I just wanted to know what you meant by that." He asked, once she turned to look at him again he would be looking straight into her eyes.
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				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 10:14:14</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Aries Maynard - Hogwarts Express - Chatting to no one but observing all</em></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i52.tinypic.com/2e0rax4.jpg)</div><br>The morning had been like any other save for his mother racing about like a ferret intent on getting him organised for his last year at Hogwarts when Aries was well aware he had everything taken care of already. When would the woman ever realise he was a man now and not the little boy she had loved to coddle? His father an entirely different matter, brimming with pride but containing it like any decent self respecting Maynard. They had seen him to the train station, stopping momentarily to chin wag with a few departmental heads from the ministry before continuing to the platform. Aries turned to them both and with a simple inclination of his head he let them know he was fine from here. In fact he would have been fine to have made his way to the station without them, his father Demoncles seemed to breath a sigh of relief and would have been only too happy to let his only son and heir travel to the station alone but his wife insisted it looked good and appearances were always important to uphold.<br><br>Aries flicked his ebony wand and hovered his trunk up the steps of the train and into a carriage. His face showed disgust at the sight of so many younger students hovering about.<br><strong>"Move along"</strong> he ordered them as he forced his trunk through, earning a few squabbles but as he cast a disdainful look at them, the culprits soon hushed. He passed four compartments before he found an empty one and entering it smirked to himself. A mere flick of his wrist sent his trunk up to the overhead storage space while he sat down at the window seat and glanced out at the milling students and parents outside. His eyes recognised the hastily retreating forms of his parents and again he smirked, glad to be away from them for another few months. <br><br>It was then of course that he saw the group of Gryffindors that his own house despised so much, yet among the group stood Sirius Black a pureblood intent on diminishing his families good name with his loyalty to a House that caused an instant gag reflex in any decent witch or wizard. Aries however had always found Sirius a challenge and even now could not help the distinct sting of arousal that raced through him. Taking a deep breath he looked away and opened up the copy of the Prophet that he had taken from his home that morning. A stunning blonde opened the door and smiled in at him, her smile soon wavered then fell as he lowered the newspaper down to reveal himself. She excused herself rapidly and fled down the corridor to find another compartment. Shame, Aries mused he would have liked nothing better than to tease the living daylights out of Norma Drippet, a 6th year Hufflepuff. Flicking out the newspaper again he continued to read, anything to keep his mind from the tall youth outside. His attention stayed focused on the newspaper as the whistle announced the trains departure and steam whooshed up the sides of the carriages. Soon he would be back at Hogwarts and it being his final year, he seriously could not wait.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 16:18:51</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Lavender Ackerly</em></div><hr><br>Expecting him to leave the compartment, Lavender was a little surprised when he came in and sat. Even more so when he asked what the numbers meant. Those that did know her, usually knew that she was a bit of an Arithmancy freak and didn't question her random number ramblings. Other people normally just walked off, likely because they never heard her, "It's...it's your number in arithmancy terms. BRUTUS TREMBLETT," she spelled his name out to make sure she got it right, "That adds up to 54, which reduces to 9, which is your character number. Nines are inspirations and very determined in life. But your heart number is a seven. Sevens are bright, understanding, and value originality and imagination over money and material objects. And your social number is a two. Twos enjoy two-way communication, balance, and tend to be loyal and sweet-natured. There are bad sides to every number, but your numbers, I think, have good qualities that far outweigh the bad ones."<br><br>Lavender didn't seem to notice she was rambling on a bit, "You play Quidditch, right? You should have a Comet Trading Company broom. Their company name has a character number of nine too. You'd be compatible. It even has a social number of two as well. You and the broom would communicate well," not that she knew much about brooms or Quidditch. When they had flying classes as first years, Lavender usually fell off of hers. She convinced herself that flying just wasn't for her or that her and the broom weren't compatible.<br><br>She seemed to make it a point not to look at him. Instead, she looked everywhere else, but mostly down at her feet or out the window.
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				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 16:46:13</strong>
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				<strong>Elizabeth Shadowstar</strong><br><br>Liz smiled sympathetically at Symphony at the mention of the Hufflepuff girl's mother, and nodded at Karin's logic. "I agree with Karin. Houses don't really matter. It's just for convenience, and to instill some healthy competition in hot-blooded teenagers. I suppose the original founders of Hogwarts wanted to train young witches and wizards to develop their best trait too, but honestly, it's far too simplistic to classify people into four personalities. Anyway, I'm glad my parents know nothing about the Hogwarts houses, so no pressure on me to be in one house or the other." Liz seldom shared her opinion in such a long monologue, and was a little stunned at how much she had spoken. Blushing slightly now, she looked down and simply listened as Dean offered his opinion on Fudge. Liz thought Fudge to be too soft too, but she did not feel like speaking anymore, for now.<br><br><strong>Sirius Black</strong><br><br>Sirius gave James a lopsided grin when the boy mentioned nonchalantly that he was going to see some of the 'other Gryffindors'. He knew well who it was James was hoping to see. "Okay, say hi to Lily from me!" he called after the bespectacled James as he disappeared down the passageway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 17:27:58</strong>
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				<strong>Brutus Tremblett</strong><br><br>He listened intently to her words, of coarse it was Arithmancy, he should have known, but the fact was he had taken the first required class in that subject and then had not taken it again after that. He just hadn't found any interest in it, but hearing those things had picked his interest quite a bit, in fact he decided he was going to remember the Comet company for that very reason, and they were coming out with a new season of brooms that should be very nice.<br><br>When he came out of his thoughts he noticed that Lavender seemed to be making a point of not looking at him the whole time she had been talking. He hoped he wasn't bothering her but he didn't think so. This was a quality that he saw allot of in his own house, some witches and wizards are simply very shy, but if you work them a little they tend to come out of their shells and even though they don't say it they are usually glad to have the company for a change.<br><br>After a slight pause he asked "Lavender Ackerly, what does it mean? In Arithmancy that is." He asked curiously as he leaned forward a bit waiting for her response and giving her the body language that he wasn't about to just pick up and leave for a more interesting conversation elsewhere.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 17:51:31</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Lavender Ackerly</em></div><hr><br>The fact that he hadn't left made her feel a little strange. In her third year, when students were allowed to start picking elective classes, there had been quite a few students in it. But every year there were fewer and fewer continuing the class. Arithmancy was a branch of divination, but most students found it much less exciting than a 'real' divination class. The lack of tea leaves and crystal balls made it hard for them to focus and believe in it. For her, it made more sense than trying to make out blob masses of tea leaves. Numbers were logical.<br><br>"M-my name? My social number is a four...that represents practical, reliable, and down-to-earth people. My heart number is an eight. Eights are good with business, finance, politics, and numbers in general. But my character number is a three. I'm not like a three at all though..." she shrugged, "Threes are supposed to be artistic and talented. Arithmancy isn't perfect I guess. Just like any other form of divination it has it's flaws."<br><br>Brutus was right in his thinking. She did enjoy the company, even if she felt he would get bored with her quickly. It was nice to be able to talk once in a while.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 03:13:58</strong>
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				<strong><span class="bbc_u">Symphony Everstone</span></strong><br><br>Nodding her head she smiled at Karin and Elizabeth, giggling softly at Dean's sudden 'political' appearance. "Yes your right, it shouldn't matter but to many purebloods heritage is everything; and they can't stand when someone breaks tradition." Smiling she leaned back in her seat, reaching up to pet her owl singing softly to calm him down as the train speed down the tracks. "I wonder if we will have any new professors this year, I hear that Professor Slughorn might be looking to find a apprentice or replacement in the up coming years." Taking another nibble of her chocolate frog Symphony softly began humming, swaying along to the music filling their&nbsp; compartment "it is so nice going back to Hogwarts; I wonder if there will be any balls or maybe a masquerade..." <br><br>Her tone voice was cheerful and upbeat as she thought about a school dance; to Symphony nothing was more exciting than a dance. Though she had little interest in dating during her years in school, sometimes she would get one or two crushes but Symphony never had the nerve to approach the opposite sex; instead she just kept to kept her nose in her song books or helping in the Herbology green house. "I do hope that Professor Dumbledore lets us go to Hogsmead on the weekends and over looks what is going on outside in the world." <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 03:26:51</strong>
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				<strong>Brutus Tremblett<br></strong><br>It seemed like she was getting down on herself a little, though he didn't see why "Funny, I'd say it was right on the money." He said as he leaned back in his seat. "It would appear to me that your <em>talent</em> for the <em>art</em> of Arithmancy fits your number 3 perfectly." He emphasized the words talent and art in order to make a point. As far as he could tell the idea that science and art were two different things was silly, in fact he was of the opinion that science and art were practically the same thing, it was just people's attitudes about them that separated the two.<br><br>But he thought it best to change the subject. He didn't want her to think he was just praising her for no reason, he wasn't at all, but allot of people, especially very introverted people, tend to mistake praise and pity. While he was thinking of what to talk about next he looked her over once. She clearly wasn't a girl who worried about getting herself overly fixed up, a trait he admired and believed in himself accounting for his loose fitting athletic cloths, but she was still very pretty, and though she hadn't done it yet he could tell she had a very nice smile.<br><br>"Lavender, I'm guessing you are a 7th year in...Hufflepuff right? Where about do you hail from?" He asked, interested in getting to know this girl who had been in the same year as him for seven years and he had never noticed.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 04:47:03</strong>
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				Forcing s polite smile onto her ruby lips, Gryna nodded at James as he went past and inwardly cursed herself at missing them. They must have gotten on the train further on which would explain why she missed them. Nibbling nervously on her bottom lip she looked down the corridor from where James had come from and pondered going to speak with the other marauders. If she tried talking with them now, perhaps she could get rid of the slight awkwardness before things got into full swing at school. She just wished that she knew where Lily was, as she usually defended her when the teasing got a bit too much.<br><br>Sighing heavily and looking angrily at her reflection in the window, she tugged her hat down once more, making sure her pointy ears were fully covered before packing her books back into her bag and picking up her owl's cage.<br><br>"Come on then, Byron. Lets see if we're still going to have friends this year, shall we?"<br><br>The giant eagle owl hooted in indifference and ruffled his feathers before settling down to sleep ad Gryna edged out of her compartment and made her way through the middle of the train. When she got to the compartment which contained the marauders she tapped gently on the door before opening it a crack.<br><br>"Mind if Byron and I join you?" 
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				Post by: <strong>mindlessmenage</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 05:27:05</strong>
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				&nbsp;<em>"Remedios Lestrange." The old woman with the tight bun called from the front of the hall. A tiny head of white blonde hair pushed through the line of first years. The girl pale as snow, lips bright red from chewing on them nervously, and cheeks pink with embarresment. She stared at her feet as she walked to a stool with a tattered looking hat on it. The professor lifted it up and Remedy sat down quickly, not wanting the woman to tell her to hurry up like a few other first years. The woman placed the hat upon her head and she sat in anticipation. When a voice that was not her own spoke inside her head her bright, ocean blue eyes widened in surprise.<br><br>"<strong>Another one? Is your family starting a band?</strong>" The hat, or at least she hoped it was the hat, inquired rhetorically. Though Remedy knew she should be hoping to be in Slytherin, as was accustomed in her family, she was internally pleading to be anywhere but. She was absolutely terrified of snakes, she couldn't wear one on her. Ravenclaw would be nice. She did think of herself as smart. She read tons of books. Hufflepuff wouldn't be bad either. She had heard they were nice, although her brothers called them useless oafs. Gryffindor would be tragic. She'd probably be disowned. "<strong>No snakes or lions? But my dear you would do great things in either. It's your heart that shows what you truly desire, however. You have the heart of a lion.</strong><br><br>Remedy was beginning to think this hat was completely mad. Before she had a moment to try and figure out what it meant, the voice was out of her head and bouncing off the Great Hall walls. "<strong>GRYFFINDOR!</strong><br><br>Before a single person could bring their hands together a red light spiraled out from the crowd hitting Remedy between the eyes. The hall was completely silent; no one spoke. It felt like hours she was staring at the shocked faces of students but it was only seconds before Remedy heard a hissing in her ear. The girl's blue eyes met yellow and she bolted screaming from the hall.</em><br><br>&nbsp;Remedy jumped about a mile in the air as if she had imagined falling off a bed. She always ended up doing that when she dozed off in public. The dream was a memory of course, and she remembered she said shee would talk to her brothers. What a great way to be reminded.<br><br>&nbsp;She placed her kitten on the seat beside Peter. She felt a little bad because the boy looked terrified of the tiny animal but this was important.<br><br>"Oi, Marauders. Don't hurt my kitten!" Remedy demanded. Just as she spoke, Gryna had entered the compartment. "Perfect! Gryna please come in! Would you be a doll and please make sure these savages don't harm my baby? I hate to be rude but I'll be right back. Just have to get something out of the way." After excusing herself she left the apartment and entered the hallway beginning down it. She casually peeked in all the compartments as she made her way through the train.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 06:34:12</strong>
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				<strong>Karin Blutfremd</strong><br><br>Karin rolled her eyes a little at how the purebloods stuck to their traditions, a fact clearly shown by how there were almost no families with at least one child in Slytherin that didn't have <em>all</em> of their children in Slytherin. Since the houses were Sorted more by personality and virtues rather than any conscious choice, she didn't understand why parents would pressure their children to get into one in particular, but then again, most people didn't live by logic like her.<br><br>"It'll be sad to see him go," Karin referred to Slughorn. "He's helped me out a lot on my way to becoming a potioneer. At least, he did my first few years..." The lady Ravenclaw muttered the last part with just a hint of spite mixed into the words. Like most of the professors, Slughorn had been encouraging early in her school career, believing she would find a wand eventually and, like Dumbledore promised, her magic would blossom. Coming up to her sixth year, though, she still had nothing, so he generally only helped her when it came to dangerous potions and spent the rest of his time working with students who were magically capable, such as Evans or Snape.<br><br>Karin left her thoughts just in time to hear Symphony bring up the hope that there would be a ball, a hope she didn't share (she had been asked to the previous one by a handsome Gryffindor who, as it turned out, was just looking to get a quick snog or more in one of the empty corridors, so she got out of that situation very fast), and then the hope that they would be able to go to Hogsmeade, a hope she did share. "I'd love to go, but they're probably going to lock down the school or something since the war's getting worse." The redheaded German loved the simple peace of the snowy town, which was generally a lot quieter than either Hogwarts or London. Plus, a nice, cold butterbeer was quite possibly her favorite thing in the world.
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				Post by: <strong>TheLovelyMaid</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 08:53:11</strong>
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				Narcissa inspected the cuticles of her left hand, her brief interest in Severus a distant memory already.<br><br>"Really?" The monotony in her tone was unmistakable.&nbsp; "He decided not to come calling on me all summer, which has been <em>his</em> loss, I can assure you, cousin."&nbsp; She would torture him slowly over the fact that she had seen practically none of him; dark extra-curricular activities had obviously taken precedence over her.<br><br>Narcissa could turn a blind eye to the activities that her father, cousin and schoolmates participated in--she herself had not taken any vow at the request of her mother.&nbsp; After Andromeda had betrayed them, Druella seemed to cling to her youngest daughter in hopes that she would remain the face of what the Black family was about.&nbsp; She could uphold the ideals, and believe in HIS cause, but not be an active participant.&nbsp; It was no great secret that her cousin Sirius, being placed in Gryffindor--of ALL houses, did not share the same great vision.
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				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 14:47:50</strong>
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				<strong>Sirius Black</strong><br><br>Sirius was jolted out of his nap but a sudden change in pressure on his seat. "Uhh, wuh?" he asked blearily, opening his eyes to see Remedy, who had been seated beside him, on her feet. "Wuzzup, Remedy?" he asked, his voice still thick with sleep. Rubbing his eyes, he sat a little straighter in his seat when he saw Gryna enter. Too bad that James had just left the compartment, especially when it seemed that most of the good-looking Gryffindor girls were now in their compartment. Save one green-eyed redhead, of course.<br><br>He rolled his eyes as he turned his attention to what Remedy was saying. "C'mon, Remedy, dear. Do I look like a kitten torturer?" he scoffed. "No, I've got better targets in mind."<br><br><strong>Elizabeth Shadowstar</strong><br><br>"B-ball?" Liz repeated, unable to keep the fear out of her voice. Symphony looked so hopeful when she talked of balls and stuff, that Liz didn't dare burst her bubble. But the thought of socializing or even -- she shuddered -- dancing terrified her. No, she would rather keep to her dorm, or be a wallflower, at such occasions.<br><br>She turned to look at Karin when the girl talked about Slughorn. Liz and Karin had the same Potions classes, of course, and Liz knew how Prof. Slughorn had been treating the poor Squib. Most teachers didn't treat her kindly, but you had to give her credit for trying. Liz, for one, admired such a quality in her fellow Ravenclaw.<br><br>She shook her head when the talk turned to Hogsmeade. "That'd be the sensible thing to do, keeping the students in the school, where it's safer, but I can't see Dumbledore doing that. He's not the type to worry that much as to lock his students in. Besides, doing that won't stop certain students from sneaking out." Liz was thinking of the Marauders again, and how they managed to get wherever they wanted without any problem, and little trouble too.
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				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 19:24:21</strong>
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				Gryna settled herself on the seat beside Sirus and placed the large cage at her feet. The owl peered curiously up through the bars at the little kitten the petite girl held in her arms. <br><br>"Oh no, Byron. Don't you even think about it!"<br><br>The eagle owl narrowed his eyes at Gryna before ruffling his feathers with an indignant hoot and settling himself down to sleep. Gryna tutted and cuddled the kitten in her lap and scratching it behind the ears. With a twinkle in her bright blue eyes, she looked sternly at Sirus, Remus and Peter.<br><br>"Now you heard the lady, no torturing the sweet little kitten!"
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				Post by: <strong>WittyShrew</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 19:36:49</strong>
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				"Oh, you know Lucius," Regulus reasoned, not quite knowing why he was coming to the young man's defense, "He's preoccupied with certain things. You know very well that you have him wrapped around your little finger." He would be the first to admit that he took pleasure in watching someone like Lucius Malfoy bend over backwards for the sake of courting his cousin. It just went to show the kind of power these bloody women had over them. Well, at least Narcissa was indulging the <em>right</em> sort of men. He didn't even want to think about Andromeda and her 'faults' for lack of a better word. <br><br>Severus kept his silence. He assumed that Narcissa and Lucius would wed sooner or later. It was a proper match if he ever saw one. They both shared in their appreciation for wealth and Lucius could properly indulge someone like Narcissa. He didn't particularly care, nor did he think he'd be granted an invite. Though, Severus hadn't forgotten the unexpected show of kindness Lucius had shown him in his first year. But Severus was far from stupid, that kindness clearly stemmed from the Slytherin idea of seizing opportunities when they were presented. Clearly, Lucius had seen something in him. He was one of the few people who had and unlike this other person, Lucius hadn't given up on him.<br><br>Severus frowned, silently berating himself for once again dwelling on the past. What good was Lily Evans to him now? He just needed to let go but try as hard as he might, he couldn't shake the image of the hurt in those brilliant emerald eyes that fateful day. 
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				Post by: <strong>mindlessmenage</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 22:38:28</strong>
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				Remedy - Searching for her brother, just spotted Narcissa, Reg, and Sev<br><br>&nbsp;So far, the search for her brother hadn't been going very well. Students were running in and out of compartments making the hallway utter chaos. Finally, a head of blonde hair similar to her own caught her eye. It was Narcissa Black, and it seemed as though she was accompanied by Regulus and Severus. Remedy watched them talking for a moment. The group may know her brother's where-a-bouts, though she was sure they wouldn't want to talk to her. At the moment, Remedy didn't care. She just wanted to get it all over with. They weren't so bad, anyhow. Bellatrix was the only one she truly dreaded running into. After taking a deep breath, she knocked on the compartment lightly before sliding it open.<br><br>&nbsp;"Sorry to interupt," Remedy began. "I was just wondering if any of you had seen Rabastan."<br><br>Remus - Sitting with Sirius, Peter, and Gryna<br><br>"We'll try to behave, but me and Padfoot don't particularly like cats." Remus said, smirking at Sirius. "I don't know what's up with Remy, she seems out of it. And she usually tells us everything. Has she said anything to you Padfoot? And Gryna, to what do we owe the pleasure of your company?"<br><br>&nbsp;Remus didn't know the girl all that well. She was rather good in Defense Against the Dark Arts but she always seemed to keep to herself. He had also seen her hanging around Snape. Found it a little odd, but who was he to judge.
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				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 22:57:19</strong>
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				Gryna frowned a little as Remus mentioned that Remedy had been acting strange. She hadn't noticed anything completely off, but then again she was usually a lot more chatty than she was being. Perhaps she was just preoccupied with worrying about the usual start of school year things. Stroking the little kitten, she gave a warning glare to the owl at her feet who was once again staring at the fluffy little creature before lookng back at Remus and Sirius.<br><br>Well, to be honest... I may have given Rabastan Lestrange a good telling off... he deserved it mind you, but perhaps poking him with a sharp stick was not my best idea. You know what he's like with people who are not... well... you know..."<br><br>She paused for a moment and looked slightly troubled but then shrugged and smiled.<br><br>"Plus I haven't really spoken to Sirius and Remedy since last term."
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				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 02:57:23</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Lavender Acklery - Talking with Brutus Tremblett</em></div><hr><br>Lavender stiffened a little when he said that a three seemed right for her. She disagreed, but wasn't about to argue it. There was no point in arguing things like that when she knew that neither side would see it the other way. Avoiding confrontation was a big thing for her. Lavender never wanted to get in over her head and felt that she would if she tried to argue with people.<br><br>While she wasn't interested in being pitied, her roommates had only stopped doing that last year when they realized she wasn't going to do what they wanted her to or take their 'advice', Lavender wasn't all that enthused about the change in subject. Talking about herself was probably the most nerve wrecking thing in the world for her. Giving people proof that she was nothing special or interesting was not a good topic of conversation in her opinion, but she had manners enough to answer anyway, "Hufflepuff, yes," not the greatest house in the school, but certainly not the worst. She'd take being in Hufflepuff over anything else, "...I'm from Newquay. It's the in Southwest of England, in Cornwall...but we live in London now for father's work," he had a lot of work lately with the Death Eaters going around, "He's an Obliviator...lot of work these days..."<br><br>Conversation was sort of new to her. Lavender was unsure of what to say, so she asked him the same as he'd asked her, "What about you? Where are you from?"<br><br><div align="center"><em>Rabastan Lestrange - Getting bored with his company...</em></div><hr><br>Bellatrix was never fun company, in his opinion. She was so sensitive to some subjects and reacted harshly when thing seemed to upset her. Rabastan wasn't about to spend their whole trip to school walking on eggshells to avoid being chained up again. <br><br>Barty wasn't bad company, but he had to wonder if the other male would be feeling the same way by being in Bella's presence, "You two are boring..." he yawned before climbing up from his seat, "I'm going to go find someone more interesting," he snipped before heading for the door, "Have fun you two," the redhead snickered before slipping out. He'd thought about making some comment about making sure to lock the door and pull the shade down after he left, but he didn't need Bella hexing him again and not letting him go till they got to school this time. Merlin only knows what the woman would do if she had a man at her complete disposal for a few hours.<br><br>Rabastan started through the semi-crowded train, quite a few younger students getting out of his way. Those that didn't found themselves shoved aside. He was half way down the train when he spotted his sister peeking into another compartment. He moved closer, quietly, and noticed that the compartment contained Narcissa Black, Regulus Black, and Severus Snape. He could deal with Narcissa much more than he could Bellatrix. As for Regulus and Snape...well...he had nothing really against Regulus, but Snape just seemed odd to him. Many witches and wizards were unattractive, just like a lot of Muggles were. So it wasn't Snape's appearance that put him off. It was the boy's attitude. He used to hang out with a Mudblood. A Gryffindor no less. He was reluctant to accept Snape for the same reasons he was so with his sister. He didn't believe people could change.<br><br>He crept up behind Remedy, staying behind her as far as he could. He gave a small wave to Narcissa with a wink before clearing his throat loudly, "Hello, Cissy," he said over Remedy's head as if he didn't see her standing there and addressed Narcissa, "Have a good summer?"
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				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 03:26:40</strong>
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				Bartemius Crouch Jr. - Being left alone with a nutter<br><hr><br>Barty was surprised to see Rabastan leaving so soon after the train had left the station, yet he wasn't all that surprised; despite his attraction to the Black girl, the younger Lestrange didn't seem to enjoy being around her the same way his brother did. It would have confused Barty had Rabastan ever shown interest in a girl for anything other than her physical appearance. It would be a wonder if the Slytherin ever had a respectable pureblood marriage like his brother probably would, but the sustaining of the Lestrange family was none of Barty's concern.<br><br>"Tell Lucius and Cissy I said hi if you see them," the junior Crouch got out just before the redhead shut him in the compartment. Even though he was now Bella's only possible target until either she left or someone else joined them, Barty wasn't too worried. Unlike Rab, who usually said whatever came to mind or whatever seemed funniest, this Slytherin boy knew how to when to speak and when not to speak, what to mention and what not to mention. Besides, he had something he wanted to discuss with Bellatrix in private, anyway.<br><br>"By the way, Bella," he started off, moving to the opposite bench from her so he could look directly at her when he spoke, as well as casting a quick soundproofing charm on the compartment, "I'm going to be running a dueling club this year for Slytherins and special invites from other houses, you know, as a way of training for what's to come? And, seeing as you're the only other person here who has the fundamentals of dueling down yet, I was wondering if you'd like to help me out with running it and getting everybody prepared. Keep in mind, we <em>will</em> be dipping into the darker arts and practicing all three Unforgivables, so if you don't think you can handle it..." Barty knew this last remark would probably earn some backlash from the witch, but the pain seemed worth the added motivation in this case.
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				Post by: <strong>mindlessmenage</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 04:24:06</strong>
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				Remedy - Stuck in an awkward situation<br><br>&nbsp;Remedy whipped around at the sound of her brother's voice. He was openly ignoring her, not that she was surprised. Both her brothers could be unbearable when they didn't like you, and she definitely fell under that category. She stood up a little straighter and held her head up high, raising an eyebrow. She wouldn't let any of them see weakness. She was there to make an effort, whether or not it worked was out of her hands. The road to hell was paved with worse things than good intentions.<br><br>"Rabastan." She said simply, stepping aside so he could enter. She didn't want to do anything to piss him off. Making this pleasant was impossible but she would do all she could to make it painless.
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				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 00:31:21</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em><span class="bbc_u">Symphony Everstone- In a compartment talking with others.</span></em></div><hr><br>Stretching her arms over her head, Symphony opened her owl's cage; allowing the small bird to hop up onto her head and nestle in her hair. Giggling she looked out the window "last year of Hogwarts such a sad, yet happy time." Partially zoning out she continued to stare out the window , her eyes focusing on basically nothing. In her mind though random images flashed before her; a group of wizards cloaked in all black with silver masks. A man that looked more reptilian than human and a small baby crying as he was left all alone on someone's door steep. "Voldemort..." <br><br>Whispering the name softly to herself, Symphony quickly snapped out of her thoughts or whatever it was she was seeing. The divinity professor always said she had a slight natural gift for the class and if trained after Hogwarts could probably become a gifted seer. "Oh yes... I think I know what students you are talking about Elizabeth, the Marauders hm?" Though she didn't like talking about other people, the group of guys always got on her nerves due to them causing trouble for everyone it seemed. "It is a wonder how they manage to pass their classes sometimes." Giggling softly to herself she petted Gulliver has he hoped down onto her lap, hooting for Symphony to continue the petting. 
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				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 03:33:52</strong>
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				<strong>Sirius Black</strong><br><br>Sirius smirked back at Remus and licked his lips. "Don't know what you're talking about, Remus. Cats are rather... delicious, aren't they?" He leaned forward to bare his teeth at Remedy's kitten in a wide grin. The poor cat turned away quickly, and seemed to cling to Gryna more than ever. Sirius let out a bark of laughter, slapping his thigh in his amusement.<br><br>"Nope, Remedy hasn't told me anything," Sirius told Remus as he sat back in his seat. "But don't you two go worrying about her. She's a big girl, she can take care of herself. She has been doing just that for the past seventeen years, after all." Sirius was all too aware of Remedy's past. She was an outcast of her family, just like Sirius was. He only wished he had paid more attention to her when they were younger. Two outcasts could have more fun together than a solitary one.<br><br><strong>Elizabeth Shadowstar</strong><br><br>Liz shivered violently when she heard Symphony whisper something, though she didn't catch it well. "Sorry? What did you say?" she asked Symphony, trying to be polite. But Symphony had already changed the subject. She pulled a look of disgust as the Hufflepuff girl mentioned the name of that group. "Well, Remus is alright, but the rest of them... Don't know why Peter hangs out with Sirius and James. He obviously doesn't belong with them, but I guess it's convenient for them to have a hangdog to dispatch at their will." Thinking of them made her feel queasy, and so Liz changed the subject. "You guys mind if I let Artemis out for a bit? I'll make sure he doesn't touch Gulliver," she added to Symphony as she gestured towards the cage where she kept her cat. 
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				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 03:50:13</strong>
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				Brutus Treblett - Talking with Lavender Acklery<br><br>He was getting the feeling that she didn't care to talk about where she was from so rather than comment he decided to just answer her question "I was borne in Johannesburg and that's the place I call my home, but because of my father's job I have had to live all over the world." He paused for a moment to consider all of the places he has lived "But my true home will always be in Africa. You should visit sometime, something about the country just brings the untamed animal out of you. It truly is a great experience." <br><br>He reached into his pocket for something and produced a small picture. It wasn't a magical picture, like what one would normally expect on this train, but a muggle picture that didn't move. It was of a tall slender man and a regular height woman. They were both wearing traditional African robes and large gleaming smiles. The two were standing with a group of young Zulu children who were all holding up new school books and seemed very happy. They seemed to be standing in a small village. He held the picture out to her. "This is where I come from." He explained, "That's my father and mother...before she died."
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				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 03:57:35</strong>
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				Gryna rolled her eyes at Sirius, but she couldn't help the little smile that tugged at the corner of her mouth. She stroked the quivering creature and spoke to it softly, assuring it that she wouldn't let the Big Bad Wolf get her and having no idea of the connotations of what she was saying. As the train hurried along, the sun peeked out from the clouds shinning into the window and hitting Gryna directly. Her skin took on an unearthly glow and looked like dappled moonlight. The pixie-like girl grimaced a little at the change in her skin, but went on and pretended nothing had happened.<br><br>"Yeah... I'm sure she's fine, I can't help but worry sometimes though."<br><br><br><br>((OOC: Just to point out, she's not going all Sparkle!Vampire, her skin just seems to glow sightly when she's in direct sunlight or strong light in general.))
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				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 04:21:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Rabastan Lestrange - Attempts to keep his promise to Barty</em></div><hr><br>Even though he'd promised Junior that he'd play nice with his sister, he couldn't help but be himself. He ignored Remedy at first, just gazing over her head into Narcissa's compartment. He put his arms up, trapping her in front of him and partly in the coach filled with the three other Slytherin students. He didn't care what Regulus or Severus thought about the scene he was making, "Oh, hello there, Sis. Didn't see you," he sneered down at her, "Out for a little walk? I really think you're heading in the wrong direction. The kittens sit over there," he jerked his head towards a compartment of what seemed to be mostly Gryffindor students, "I really don't think my friends want you bothering them," not that he considered Regulus or Snape a friend, but he didn't mind Narcissa. Mostly because his brother was hell bent on marrying her sister, no matter how crazy she was, "So if you have something to say, you might want to do it quickly. Wouldn't want your kind seeing you hanging around here, now would you?"<br><br><div align="center"><em>Lavender Ackerly - Talking with Brutus...</em></div><hr><br>It was interesting to hear that he'd lived in quite a few places around the world. She doubted she'd ever be able to leave England for anything other than school. Brutus almost managed to make her blush when he commented about Africa bringing out the untamed animal in people, "Oh, I highly doubt I have anything like that in me...and I doubt I'd ever get to see somewhere like Africa," her father even already had a job for her when she graduated at the Ministry in the filing office. He said she could work her way up. Lavender was good with Arithmancy, but her father didn't want her going into work with it. He didn't think it was a stable enough job unless she could get a teaching position with it. Lavender wouldn't be surprised if she was expected to start working the day of graduation.<br><br>When he showed her the Muggle picture, she smiled a little bit for the first time since he'd come in. The two in the picture looked very happy. She was sad to hear that his mother was dead, "I'm sorry to hear that. They both seem like they were very happy with each other. I don't think either of my parents can smile like that. I'm pretty sure mum's face would crack if she even tried. They had an arranged marriage and I don't think they grew to care for each other. I think it's more tolerance than affection with them," Lavender didn't have a picture of them and she wasn't even sure there were any pictures of them at home either, "Marriage for the sake of marriage and children for the sake of blood. Mum always says that marriage is a partnership. That something should be gained from both sides," she shrugged a little. Lavender wouldn't be surprised if her parents took her future into their own hands and found someone willing to marry her by the time she graduated, "Maybe I'll just run away after graduation..."
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				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 04:50:36</strong>
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				<strong>Karin Blutfremd - Talking with Symphony and Liz, contributing little</strong><br><hr><br>Karin froze when she heard Symphony speak the name most wizards and witches don't dare speak for fear of their lives, a name she hadn't heard since the first time someone told it to her. It brought back memories of the most hideous face she had ever seen, memories that were still clear despite their age. The face had translucent skin that was tinted all over with a greenish gray, the hair all over his head seemed to be receding into it, and his face looked as if it were warped to broaden his brow and make his nose little more than a useless stub. "My Lord" his cowardly entourage had always called him; she only learned his true name later, from the Auror that brought her to England. The only other survivor from the battle at the Blutfremd estate, who had murdered her entire family with a serpent made of fire.<br><br>The Ravenclaw shook off the thoughts, for there was no point in dwelling on a past she couldn't even consciously remember. It would have been more sensible for her parents to just join with the dark wizards instead of putting their entire family in danger, but, for some reason, they chose to fight instead, and she couldn't change that decision. Turning her attention back on the conversation at hand, she found the topic, the Marauders, not to be any more pleasant than what she had just been thinking about. Because she wasn't a Slytherin, or probably because she was a girl, they never bothered her, but that didn't make her loathe them any less. "Even Lupin is a jerk. I've seen him hex a few people before. As unpleasant as he is, Pettigrew's the only one who doesn't do it, but that's probably because he's a coward," she said with a scowl. "I don't mind at all," she added when Liz asked if she could release her cat, a smile almost forcing it's way onto her lips. She wanted a cat badly, but maybe she could settle for playing with Artemis if the fellow Ravenclaw would let her.
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				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 05:44:06</strong>
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				<strong>Symphony Everstone - Talking with others on the train.</strong><br><hr><br>Smiling she gave a nod of her head "not at all... Gulliver actually likes playing with some of the friendly cats at the school. He is always pecking at their tails or riding on their backs." Scratching the tiny bird under his beak Symphony giggled as he bit at her fingers; chewing on her bottom lips she slowly looked up at them.<br><br>"I know... Remus has his moments, one minute he is nice and polite but get around the others and boom a different person. And honestly Peter gives me the creeps he just seems to much of a 'yes' man. Always eager to please or go along with anything the others do to fit in..." Strumming her fingers against her armrest she started to hum along to the music playing, looking out the door this time as people passed by the open compartment. Watching the nervous first years look around the train in wonderment, smiling Symphony started remembering her first day and how scared she was.
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				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 06:30:52</strong>
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				<strong>Brutus Tremblett - Talking with Lavender</strong><br><br>He smiled when she smiled. He was sure that his father and mother had a great amount of love for each other. He had never known her because of her passing so early in his life and his father was never able to tell him about her. The only reason he knew anything was because one day his father handed him his mother's diary one day and told him, <em>This is as close as anyone can get to knowing your mother</em>. He did read it and that's how he knew all about his mother.<br><br>When Lavender talked about her parents his smile faded a little. He thought it was sad that two people would be forced together and not allowed to find the ones they are truly happy with. When she mentioned that idea of running away after school he looked up at her again, but not to show disapproval "Maybe you should." He remarked, "After all, what would be the downside of taking your life into your own hands and making your way in the world? What could be wrong with making your life your own." He turned his head away from her and looked out the window at the vast green fields passing by them. "I'm going to run away after school. I'm going to say goodbye to my father and leave with no word except one letter every year, and I'm going to find every secret our world holds. Read every scroll every written by every great mind who ever wrote a scroll." 
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				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 07:43:02</strong>
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				<strong>Karin Blutfremd - With Symphony and Liz</strong><br><hr><br>Karin thought back and shivered a little at one particular memory of when Pettigrew, figuring a "Squib" would be desperate, tried to ask her to a school Halloween dance in one of the most uncomfortable and disturbing incidents in her life. She quickly turned him down, of course, and actually scared the Gryffindor boy off when he started to get hostile about it. She had expected a lot more ramification from his Marauder friends, but he must not have told them for fear they would make fun of him until the day he died. The Ravenclaw thought about sharing the experience with her temporary travel companions, but saw the black-haired girl's focus was elsewhere.<br><br>The redhead followed Symphony's gaze and found the other girl to be watching some first-years moving about the train, causing her to think of her first time going to Hogwarts as well. She had planned for it to be one of the happiest times of her life; she could hardly wait to finally enter school and start to learn how to perform clever magic like her foster parents could. Instead, she ended up on that train the first day with no wand, trying to hide that fact when other new students asked to see what kind of wand she had and being mocked to the point of tears when they realized she didn't have one. Now, she was still no closer to being able to perform real magic like she wanted to, but at least she had come to accept that fact and hardened herself to the bullying. Not everything could be changed, unfortunately.
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				Post by: <strong>mindlessmenage</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 17:52:24</strong>
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				Remedy - Trapped in a compartment with a bunch of Slytherins&nbsp; :o<br><br>"I was just asking them if they'd seen you. I wanted to talk to you but I've clearly said enough already. So if you don't mind moving I'll return to <em>my kind.</em> Funny, pretty sure you and I share the same blood. I must have forgotten it's Slytherin that makes you. Personally, I'm my own person. I don't need to be defined by a group I was sorted into while I was in school, one that will be irrelevent after this year." Remedy said, looking straight into Rabastan's eyes. She was shocked at the sound of her own voice. She never spoke to anyone that way, she preferred to be polite. She was just livid in how her brother was treating her. They were family long before they were sorted into their houses. Remedy didn't know why she was surprised, this is how it was and how it will always be. She shook her head and attempted to push past him, though he was a lot bigger than her.<br><br>Remus - Attempting not to chase around Remedy's cat, in the compartment with Sirius and Gryna. (Oh and Peter but he's useless)<br><br><br>"Well put Padfoot." Remus responded. He knew Remedy could take care of herself, it was just hard since he'd been like an older brother to her. Her real brothers were rubbish. He looked at Gryna, curious about the luminosity of her skin. He decided it may be rude to point it out so he refrained.<br><br>"So Gryna, what are you looking to persue after school?" Remus inquired.
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				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 06:26:11</strong>
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				<strong>Sirius Black</strong><br><br>Sirius laughed to himself as Gryna comforted the poor kitten. "I suppose kitty might want to play with Peter though. Doesn't that sound fun, Wormtail?" he asked, turning to the quiet little boy sitting in the corner. The boy shook his head wordlessly, and Sirius laughed again.<br><br>As he looked back at Gryna, he noticed that his skin seemed to sparkle a little. Did it always do that in the sunlight? Sirius couldn't remember, but he dismissed this, thinking that Gryna must have put on some glittery cosmetics. It was all he could do to stop himself from rolling his eyes. He didn't quite get the female gender's obsession with beauty. Especially Gryna. She was cute enough without having to resort to any beauty charms or potions.<br><br><strong>Elizabeth Shadowstar</strong><br><br>Elizabeth raised an eyebrow when Karin mentioned seeing Remus hex a few people. "I always think he'd have turned out to be a decent boy if he hadn't met Potter and Black," she commented as her fingers worked to undo the catch that kept Artemis' cage door shut. Once the door had swung open, Artemis lept out and went straight to Gulliver's cage. "Play nice now, Artemis!" she told the pure white cat firmly. <br><br>And now the other two girls in the compartment were lost in their own thoughts. Liz followed Symphony's gaze and saw the first-year students. She wondered how many of them were Muggle-born, like her, and feeling lonely in this strange new world. Thinking of Voldemort and his regime, Liz was grateful that she hadn't entered Hogwarts at the height of his reign, when she, with the other Muggle-borns, would be subjected to the most prejudice and ridicule. At least she could defend herself somewhat now, if the need arose.
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				Post by: <strong>TheLovelyMaid</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 07:26:51</strong>
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				<em>Narcissa--with Regulus and Severus<br></em><br>Narcissa seemed to consider Regulus' words for a moment.<br><br>"Still," she reasoned. "I'm going to have <em>fun</em> my final year at Hogwarts. Before the walls completely close in.&nbsp; This is the last year to make mistakes--though, it can be argued that it is already too late for some." She shot Severus a look at those words.&nbsp; It had bled all over the school about how he had insulted his formerly greatest ally, Lily Evans two years ago.&nbsp; His redemption into the Slytherin house had been accelerated with the friends that still were in his corner.&nbsp; The proper sort, like Regulus and Lucius.<br><br>Narcissa eyed the Scottish countryside passing through the window and folded her thin arms across her chest.&nbsp; If Lucius wouldn't pay any attention to her, then she would find someone who <em>would</em>.
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				Post by: <strong>WerewolfofLondon</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 01:54:21</strong>
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				Strangely enough, the cat did turn towards Peter and gave him a good long look before trying to wriggle out of Gryna's arms towards the quiet boy.<br><br>"Oh stop it now! I can't have you running off, can I! Unless, you want to hold her, Peter?"<br><br>The boy glared at her before rolling his eyes as if she had said something incredibly stupid and continued to stare out of the window. Gryna decided to ignore him and answer Remus's question.<br><br>"Well, the plan is to further educate myself in the dark arts and then I would love to become the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts. How about you three?"
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				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 09:16:47</strong>
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				Bella's eyes narrow at Barty and she was tempted to curse him just to be a bitch but his offer and that he approached her soothed her ego enough that she let the little slip of of his pass. "It sounds like fun." She purred lightly as stroked her fingertips down her wand a pleasant smile on her face as she took in the real meaning of what they'd be doing.<br><br>The idea had more appeal the Barty realized over the summer she'd decided she'd hone her dueling skills and this would be a perfect way to practice some of the more tricky techniques she wanted to master that the school would exactly approve of. "Yes I'll help you." She said with a decisive nod.
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				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 17:23:48</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Lavender Ackerly - Talking with Brutus</em></div><hr><br>When he actually agreed that she should run away and that he was considering doing so himself, she was shocked. Lavender was sure she could never do anything like that. What would she do if she left on her own? Where would she go? It wasn't like she was all that equipped to take care of herself. She'd never be able to take care of herself. Or maybe that was just her mother's voice in her head telling her that. Either way, it hit her pretty hard. She could imagine running away all she wanted to, but it was unlikely to ever happen, "...I don't think I could do that..." living in a flat of her own, probably near her parents, but she could never just up and leave the country. Lavender could only imagine how angry her father would be if she left and only wrote once a year. Oh he'd be furious.<br><br>"Why would you want to leave anyway?" from the picture, his father seemed like a nice guy. Smiling like that and all. She couldn't understand why he'd want to run away if his dad was a good person, "Is your father not very nice?"<br><br><div align="center"><em>Rabastan Lestrange - Making nice-nice with Remedy</em></div><hr><br>He smirked as she said she was looking for him. While he didn't approve of trying to bring Remedy over to 'their side', if Barty wanted to fool around with her, then he'd certainly help him. It would be nice to see his sister married to a proper pureblood and away from those blood traitors and mudbloods. She really had no clue what went on in Slytherin House. They weren't just some kids that happened to be sorted together. They were a 'family' of sorts. A very dysfunctional one and he'd never turn his back on any of them, but they were a family nonetheless. They were bound by blood. Magic blood. Remedy, no matter what anyone said, was a part of it too. She just seemed to refuse to accept it.<br><br>When she tried to push past him, he grabbed her arm and gave her a sympathetic look, "Wait a minute, Remy," he pulled her away from Narcissa's compartment a bit, "Come on. Barty wanted me to talk to you, so lets talk. I'll be nice. I promise. You're still my baby sis, right?" he smiled sweetly as he started to lead her towards an empty coach, "We used to be like twins," they were almost exactly nine months apart in age, "I miss talking with you like we did as kids. I really do," it was a lie, but it was more than he'd give to most people, "What did you want to talk to me about?"
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				Post by: <strong>saphina</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 20:16:27</strong>
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				<em>Lily Evans</em><br><br>She arrived as always on time for the Hogwarts Express.&nbsp; Lily strode through the barrier to Platform 9 <sup>3</sup>/<sub>4</sub> pushing her trolley.&nbsp; Today sh was wearing an old pair of jeans and a red, white and black plaid button-up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows.&nbsp; &nbsp;The Evans' were however a little later than usual this year.&nbsp; As it was Lily's last year at school, Mr. and Mrs. Evans had tried to persuade Lily's sister Petunia to come and see Lily off.&nbsp; Petunia had refused point blank t go anywhere near the 'freak house'.&nbsp; As Lily stepped through the barrier the shrill whistle pierced the air, they were indeed cutting it close.&nbsp; Lily gave a quick goodbye hug to each her mother and father before stepping up onto the train.&nbsp; She slid her wand out of the pocket of her jeans and gave it a little flick saying "Locomotor Trunk", the trunk rose instantly into the air and followed Lily up the steps onto the scarlet steam engine.&nbsp; Mr and Mrs. Evans beamed at their daughter and waved to her as the Hogwarts Express began to pull away.<br><br>Lily loved being 17 and being able to use magic whenever she wanted, it at made this summer quite enjoyable.&nbsp; She waved to her parents until they were out of sight.&nbsp; Lily was anxious to see her friends, she had corresponded via Owl Post with a few friends but she hadn't seen anyone since term had ended in June.&nbsp; &nbsp;With her large trunk bobbing after her Lily went along the compartments searching for some firends to sit with.<br><br><br><em>Michayla Jereaux</em><br><br>Michayla had bee up late the night before she had been writing an Extra Credit paper for Transfiguration, She had been working on it on and off over the summer and had neglected to finish it, so Michayla had stayed up 'till 4 in the morning finishing what she thought was an 'Outstanding' piece of work.&nbsp; She had been late waking up that morning sleeping until 10:20 finally her parents woke her up, she rushed to get cleaned up and dressed.&nbsp; Lucky for her, she'd had her trunk packed for a week, so all she needed to do was throw her paper on the top and she was ready to go<br><br>Her parents accompanied her to the station at 10:30 and left promptly afterwards, they both had to work.&nbsp; Michayla had her blond hair tied up in a ponytail and wore a pair of brown boots with a pair of black jeans and a long-sleeve grey turtleneck.&nbsp; Once her parents had left Michayla made her way onto the train to pick out a compartment where to put her things.&nbsp; Finding a compartment she had chosen a book from her trunk and sat down to read to pass the time.&nbsp; As tired as she was it didn't take long for Michayla to fall asleep lying on the cushioned bench. She never heard the train whistle, she didn't wake even while the train rattled along the tracks into the countryside.&nbsp; <br><br>And so Michayla slept, lying across the bench with her feet up on the cushioned seat.&nbsp; The book she'd bee reading "Theories of Transubstantial Transfiguration" rested on her chest rising and falling with each of Michayla' breaths.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 07:21:15</strong>
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				<strong>Bartemius Crouch Jr. - Discussing the Dueling Club with Bellatrix</strong><br><hr><br>Barty grinned when Bellatrix agreed not only to be part of the club, but to help him out with introducing it and, most likely, more or less literally whipping the other students into shape. This year would be their last at the school, and if they went into the war without being thoroughly prepared for everything the Aurors were now legally permitted to throw at them, they would easily end up on the wrong end of a Cruciatus or Kiling Curse.<br><br>"Knew I could trust you, BB. We'd have to keep a bit of a lid on it, of course, and only invite the Slytherins we know are serious about fighting for the Dark Lord. Shouldn't be too hard to convince Slughorn to sign off on it, though, as long as I let him think it's just to defend ourselves against dark wizards. I'm sure he won't even request to supervise it; the man's clearly not a duelist."<br><br><strong>Lieu Thi Huynh - Looking for friends to sit with</strong><br><hr><br>Brushing past the two Lestrange siblings in the cramped hallway was the tall and dark Vietnamese Slytherin, Lieu Thi Huynh, who gave a slight wave to all four fellow Slytherins and the one Gryffindor, wondering why Rabastan was talking to his sister before moving on down toward the next coach. As she had arrived somewhat late and had just barely made on the train, her three pieces of luggage followed behind her on three separate clouds that drifted out of the way of passing students in a rather attractive little charm. No one could say Lieu was a powerful wizard, but she certainly knew how to use unique and usually rather beautiful magic in her everyday life.<br><br>Lieu was happy to be back at school once again, mostly so she could see her friends. Her father wasn't among the rich purebloods that generally dominated Slytherin, so she, him, and her stepmother were rarely ever invited to the big rich person parties that were held over the summer. On top of that, her father had left two and a half weeks earlier for the tropics to hunt down a few Lethifolds in an area where they were becoming too densely populated, meaning the house was empty except for her and her stepmother, who often worked very late at the Department of Mysteries (though neither she nor her father knew what she was working on). All in all, it was nice to be back with young company again.
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				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 16:42:17</strong>
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				<strong>Brutus Tremblett - Talking with Lavender</strong><br><br>"You can do more than you think." He replied to her as he turned hos head from the window to look at her again. When she asked about his father he smiled "He is possibly one of the kindest men you will ever meet. He is completely supportive of everything I want to do and he tries to make sure that there isn't a single opportunity that I miss out on." He paused for a moment "Too supportive sometimes. I feel that if I let things continue the way they are I will just end up working with him in the Ministry. Or I'll get to continue traveling with him and learning to do all the things I want, but I won't have really accomplished anything in my life. I want to be able to go out and live life for myself." When he was finished he looked at her waiting for her to tell him he was crazy, maybe he just thought that he was a little crazy, and that maybe his idea was a stupid one. He had never actually told anyone about his real plans after school, until now.
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				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 01:47:21</strong>
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				<strong>Symphony Everstone - Talking with Elizabeth and Karin, while it seems Dean is still lost in his thoughts .</strong><br><hr><br>Giggling at catching Elizabeth's cat trying to pounce at her owl's cage, she took out her wand; giving a quick flick of her wrist Symphony levitated&nbsp; the cage up to the storage bin above her so it was out of the way. Reaching up she gently petted the startled Gulliver, the owl fluffing up trying to show he was tough even with the cat around, twirling her wand around in her other hand, the silver handle would catch the light at random times. <br><br>"I wonder if there will be any trouble makers mixed in with the first years... Hopefully the Marauders won't take any under their wing; last thing Hogwarts need is more 'pranksters' like that." Taking her WWN she started switching between stations, trying to find one that was playing some decent music "in fact... I think this is the longest I've ever been on the train and didn't hear them yelling about." 
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				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 09:41:02</strong>
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				Bella raised a finally ached eye brow at Barty as he called be BB but made no other obvious sign he'd made any sort of miss step in her book. She nodded lightly in agreement to his assessment of Slughorn. While she enjoyed the mans leniency towards herself and the other pure bloods she couldn't help but thing the man a bit slow on the up take. Maybe it was a bit silly but she had less respect for the man knowing he's pose no real challenge where say Dumbledore who would.<br><br>She twirled she wand absently and stood up "we should tell Narcissa you know she'll find the idea appealing. Besides shes very good at...people." She said lightly her voice somewhat tight as she pushed open the door and started heading down the cordoor looking in windows searching for her dear sister. 
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				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 05:04:47</strong>
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				<strong>Bartemius Crouch Jr. - Being left alone with a nutter (himself)</strong><br><hr><br>Barty nodded and watched Bellatrix go to find her sister, propping up his legs on the opposite bench and enjoying the time to himself. He had expected the Black girl to accept his offer, but the fact that she did still pleased him. Assuming Rabastan did as he was told and played nice with Remedios, then his two goals of the year (setting up the finest batch of recruits the Dark Lord has ever seen, and getting Remedy over to his side, as well as Sirius and others, if it seemed remotely possible) would be on their way to success. It made him smile to think how in less than a year, all of his hard work would pay off and all of his bastard father's hard work would have in vain.
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				Post by: <strong>mindlessmenage</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 09:01:43</strong>
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				Remedy - Making some progress with her brother<br><br>&nbsp;Remedy was surprised in her brother's sudden change of heart, maybe her assurtiveness had actually paid off. As they entered an empty coach she ran her fingers through her hair a few times. When Remedy was nervous she couldn't stand still.<br><br>&nbsp;"Well, it is our seventh year and all. We haven't been on good terms since we were sorted and haven't spoken since Aunt Hestea kicked me out. If we don't speak now, I fear we never will. Our life hasn't been easy, and it's been harder not having you and Rodolphus to talk to. No one else understands. I just thought maybe this last year we could be civil at least. I'm sure it's what Mother would want."<br><br>&nbsp;Her eyes dropped to the floor as she mentioned their mother, something she rarely ever did. Her mother was her world, and it broke her heart to think of the state she was in.
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				Post by: <strong>ceasar</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 15:30:12</strong>
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				Luke Brooks<br><br>Luke arrived to the train with everyone else, but rather than mingle with everyone and their families he said a curt good-bye to his father and went to seek out his friends.&nbsp; He found three of them in one compartment and sat down with them.&nbsp; He wasn't extremely popular but he was very comfortable with his group of friends, they all were good guys.<br><br>Luke had spent pretty much the whole trip so far in his compartment with a few friends, they had discussed their summers and their excitment for 7th year.&nbsp; The trolley came rolling by and Luke managed to buy his regular rations of cakes, pasties and other assorted sweets.&nbsp; Luke finally stood up stretching his 5'9 frame.&nbsp; "I wonder how long it'll be until we get there?" he asked to the room at large, "Think we should change?" he asked again.&nbsp; Decideing against it he sat himself back down on the comfortable seats and continued his conversations with his friends, he couldn't wait to return to the magical castle and continue his studies.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 16:36:42</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Lavender Ackerly - Chatting with Brutus</em></div><hr><br>What he said made little sense to her. If his father was nice, then why leave him like that? Wouldn't his father miss him? And what was wrong going to work with his father? Lavender was likely to end up in whatever job her father found fit for her. Whether she wanted it or not. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to do something like what he was saying. Sure, it sounded a little crazy, but who was she to judge. After all, it wasn't like she had any expectations for her own life, nor that anyone else had them for her either. With her terrible grades, her parents had given up hope that she would even be able to find a job on her own. Instead her father had already set her up with one after graduation, "Well, I'm sure your father will be happy with whatever you do. If he's so nice, then I'm sure he's understanding too," not like her parents. They wouldn't understand. Why would they? <br><br>"Plus, it's not like you'll never see him again, right? I mean...you would come home to see him and you said you were going to write him. If it's really what you want to do, I think he would be okay with it. After all, it's not like you're me. I'm sure you can take care of yourself. I couldn't cast a shield charm to save my life..." the world was a dangerous place. No place for a girl like her, "...though I don't see what's wrong with working for the Ministry."<br><br><div align="center"><em>Rabastan Lestrange - Talking with his Sister</em></div><hr><br>Rabastan followed his sister into the train compartment and shut the door so they could talk in private. Oh how he hated playing the good boy. It wasn't him. Luckily, he seemed to be a good enough actor to pull it off. Again, it wasn't his problem if Barty wanted to rut around with a blood traitor, even if it was his sister. He let her prattle on about them being civil again and their mother. Dear god, their mother. The woman was a loon. If she couldn't handle the world today, then she was better off where she was right now, "Can we not talk about mum?" that was even further back on his list of things to talk about than trying to make nice with his sister, "I'm sure if you talked with Aunt Hestea, she would let you back in the house...not that it really matters. I'm not living there anymore either. I, uh, got tired of her rambling."<br><br>He sat down on the bench seat and motioned for her to sit too, "We're like twins, Remy. We always were. I've never been the one to really do anything to you, have I? It was always Rodolphus shooting hexes and things like that. I want us to be close again. You should come sit with me and Barty. I want us to be good again. I want you to see me as your big brother again, Remy," he gave her a big smile, "Maybe having you around again will be a good influence on me," he teased, "What do you say? Come sit with Barty and me for the trip?" Rabastan prayed that Bellatrix would already be gone or would leave if he asked. Having Bella around would ruin all the work he was putting into this. Rabastan was sure of it.
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				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 18:16:49</strong>
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				<strong>Symphony Everstone- About to wonder around the train.</strong><br><hr><br>Smiling at the others she checked her watch, seeing the time she stood up and stretched "ah.. Please excuse me but I need to go and find other members of the choir; to pick out the song for the feast." Making sure she had her music books Symphony gave everyone a soft smile "I guess if I don't finish before the train ride, I'll see you all at the feast. Maybe we will have a few classes together" <br><br>Spinning around she headed out of the compartment, humming loudly as she made her way down the train's hallway; every so often peeking into a few of the compartments "choir meeting in our usual compartment guys."Continuing down to a few other compartments Symphony paused, in front of her where the two Lestrange siblings; Rabastan and Remedy. Hearing only a small bit of the conversation she knew it was rare for the two to have a decent conversation and not wanting to interrupt the moment she darted into the nearest compartment; not even checking if it was occupied or not. Only peeking out through the small crack she left in the door to see when the two parted ways, normally she wasn't noisy in the least but Symphony really didn't want to be late for the choir meeting.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>mindlessmenage</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 18:22:05</strong>
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				Remedy - With her brother<br><br>&nbsp;Remedy couldn't believe her ears. This had to be sincere. Rabastan wasn't the kindest of people but he couldn't be that evil. She suddenly felt a pit in her stomache, she should have reached out to him a long time ago. She never took herself for stubborn but she could definately see the family trait had gotten the best of her. She looked at her watch, they'd be arriving pretty soon so what the hell, it couldn't hurt.<br><br>&nbsp;"Sure, I don't have anywhere I need to be. Lead the way." Remedy replied.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 19:32:05</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Rabastan Lestrange - Leading Remy to Barty</em></div><hr><br>While Rabastan didn't enjoy turncoats, he was glad to be getting on his sister's good side. They had been like twins growing up and she had been one of the few people that understood him back then. He wouldn't be as harsh on her as some others would be. He smiled as she agreed to sit with Barty and him. He could only imagine the look on Crouch's face when he walked into the compartment with Remy, "You have no idea what it means to me to be able to talk with you again," he smiled softly before leading her out into the crowded corridor.<br><br>He kept her close as he lead her back to Barty's compartment. Sliding the door open, he smiled, "Heya, Junior," he smirked at Barty, "Mind if Remy sits with us?" Rabastan nudged his sister into the compartment and slid the door shut behind him, "So, you two know each other, right?" it was harder than he thought trying to keep his words civil. Rabastan only hoped that Remedy would see how much a life as a loyalist would benefit her and come to her senses soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 20:16:28</strong>
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				<strong>Karin Blutfremd - About to leave Liz behind</strong><br><br>The one redhead Ravenclaw frowned when Symphony ran off to gather the choir members, the other girl having apparently forgotten that she was in the choir. Not too surprising, since they never really spoke, but it was a bit annoying. Figuring the meeting wouldn't have to take too long, she stood up to leave, leaving her luggage alone in the compartment to come back for later. "Sorry, I have to go to that, too," she said to Liz, feeling bad that they were leaving the girl alone with just the full-of-himself guy. "See you at the feast, maybe."<br><br>With that, she left, heading down the hallway toward the compartment where they held their pre-feast meetings the previous two or three years. Hopefully they would have some good choices this year.<br><br><strong>Bartemius Crouch Jr. - Welcoming Rabby and Remy to his compartment</strong><br><br>Barty was about to look up in disdain when Rabastan opened the door and called him by the nickname he hated, prepared to sneer at him for interrupting his thinking, but swiftly switched over to his gentlemanly visage when he saw him bringing Remedy in. He hadn't exactly asked the brother for that much, but he was delivering anyway. "Remy! I see you and Rabby have made up a little bit, eh?" He grinned happily, surprised things could go so well right away. "How's your trip been going so far?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 00:26:41</strong>
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				<strong>Symphony Everstone- going back to wonder.</strong><br><hr><br>Blinking as she watched the two enter a compartment, Symphony mentally hit herself in the face. Karin was in choir how she forgot she didn't know, figures her absentmindedness would strike when she least expected it. Stepping back out into the hallway she started looked both ways; seeing if anyone was wondering around that needed to attend the meeting. "If I was a choir member where would I be..." <br><br>Strumming her fingers Symphony simply did the only thing she could think of, clearing her throat she began to sing out loudly "<em>choir meeting! Reminding those who forgot, come one come all and help us pick this years opening song.</em>"&nbsp; A few people stuck their heads out from their compartments at hearing the Hufflepuff burst out in song, Symphony's voice carrying as she made her way through the train still singing.&nbsp; Waving at Karin as she spotted the redhead "I'm so sorry I forgot you were a member of the choir, my brain tends to be a bit scattered..." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 22:52:18</strong>
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				<strong>Karin Blutfremd - Same place she was in the last bloody post[/color</strong><br><hr><br>Karin shrugged off Symphony's apology, having not been bothered that much in the first place. "Don't worry about it," the slightly short redhead said, stepping into the designated compartment taking a seat, leaning forward with her hands on her knees. It would be interesting if she could get the choir to agree to learn and sing a muggle song at the feast; Dumbledore would probably think it sent a good message, plus it would piss those jerk Slytherins off good. There probably wouldn't be enough time for everyone to learn it before they reached Hogwarts, which could already be seen in the distance through the nearby window, but it was an interesting thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mindlessmenage</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 20:32:37</strong>
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				Remedy - with Rab and Barty, completely naive<br><br>"So far so good. It's definitely the best trip I've had so far. I'm ready to get to Hogwarts already though." Remedy explained. "So I've already asked Barty what he wants to do after school, how about you Rabastan?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 21:50:43</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Rabastan Lestrange -Trying to be good</em></div><hr><br>Rabby...it made him sneer to be called that. Though he supposed that's what he got for calling the other male <em>Junior</em>. If Remedy wasn't around he'd, at the very least, thump the other over the head for it. Instead, he yawned and settled back down into his seat and smirked when Remy said this was the best trip so far. Rabastan didn't agree. The year he convinced a seventh year, who was older than him at the time, into giving him head on the train was the best. <br><br>He was snapped out of that pleasant memory when his sister asked him what he wanted to do with his life, "Professor Slughorn is writing me a recommendation for the Ministry. I'm going to be an Auror," it flowed off his tongue so easily, as if it were the truth and not just a lie, but complete bullocks, "I might be a slacker, but I've always gotten Exceeds Expectations in every class," he smiled before laying out on the bench seat and folding his arms behind his head, "So, Junior, what did you tell Remy that you were going to do after graduation? Going to join Daddy hunting prosecuting Dark Wizards?" he smirked again, perking an eyebrow up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 05:29:29</strong>
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				<strong>Bartemius Crouch Jr. - Trying to show Remedy they're not all-bad</strong><br><br>Barty couldn't honestly remember which of the train rides to Hogwarts was the best for him; his memories of all things school-related were always vague and thought little on, as the young pureblood always had his eyes focused on the brightness of his future. Unlike Bella with her hexing other witches and wizards and Rabastan with his constantly satisfying his body with them, he saw both of these things as a waste of his time since they weren't pointed toward any ultimate goal. Admittedly, he pretty much had to cut loose every once in a while or go nuts, but he kept these occasions respectfully controlled.<br><br>The Slytherin almost frowned at the mention of his father, but knew that in front of Remedy was no place to vent his hatred for such a "respectable" wizard as Barty Crouch Sr. He managed a proud smile, though it took all of his ability as a deceiver to do so. "Of course. It shouldn't be too hard for me to be accepted as a Hit Wizard, especially with my O.W.L.s. I guess it'd make more sense to be an Auror nowadays, with the Death Eaters built up so strong, but once You-know-who's caught or dead, it'll be the Hit Wizards who are still needed to clean up the mess."
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 06:48:03</strong>
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				<strong>Elizabeth Shadowstar</strong><br><br>Liz waved goodbye as both Symphony and Karin left the compartment, leaving her alone with two animals, and a daydreaming Dean. She sat there for a moment, stroking Artemis, her cat, as she stared out of the window. She didn't really mind being alone, as she could pass the time by reading. She was about to reach into her bag for her book, when she remembered Sirius' taunt as she was about to board the Hogwarts Express. Her cheeks flushed, and she pushed her book further down into her messenger bag. Instead, she reached over her baggage and grabbed hold of her violin case. Elizabeth usually didn't play in public, but this was going to be a year of change. She undid the locks on her violin case, pulled her well-loved instrument out, and ran a hand over the strings lovingly. There was a charm on the strings so that they never went out of tune, so Liz didn't have to waste time tuning up. Instead, she merely put the instrument under her chin and began to play <em>Air on G String</em>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 21:27:43</strong>
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				<strong>Symphony Everstone- in the choir compartment with Karin.</strong><br><hr><br>Clapping her hands in excitement, "now then... I was thinking that this year instead of the usual we could pick a popular muggle song." Already she could hear the groans coming from the Slytherins in the compartment "now hear me out everyone. With what is going on outside of Hogwarts we need to show that we don't care about the differences in our worlds!" <br><br>Taking out some music books she enchanted them for the words to appear in air '<em>Bohemian Rhapsody</em>' '<em>Revolution</em>' and the third song title '<em>Don't Fear The Reaper</em>' "now it is true some of you do not know the songs, but they are very easy to learn." Smiling she waved her wand the song titles disappearing from the air; "please just give it some thoughts I think it would go over really well with the students." Tucking her hair behind her ear Symphony stood there nervous, not really knowing what the other students were thinking. She knew that the muggle-born students would go for the idea but many of the pure-bloods would oppose it, hopefully they wouldn't be able to bully the others into agreeing with them and do the normal Hogwarts greeting song. "Does anyone else have any ideas for the opening song to be preformed?" <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 01:01:45</strong>
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				<strong>Karin Blutfremd - In the choir compartment with Symphony</strong><br><hr><br>Karin was surprised, but also glad to see Symphony boldly suggesting three different muggle songs that they could try singing. She really was quite brave for doing so, especially with the obvious opposition she would face from the Slytherins in the compartment. Doing this would send a great message to the rest of the students in the school, plus muggle songs were just better in her opinion. Wizards and witches were too steeped in tradition to innovate too much, plus very few of them were willing to put forth the effort to master an instrument when they could find better jobs by just learning some good spells.<br><br>Already, some of the Slytherins were glaring around at the halfbloods and muggle-borns in the compartment, making them feel uncomfortable and threatened so they wouldn't show too much support for her new idea. It was kind of disgusting to the German how easily intimidated some students were by the Slytherins; what was the worst they could possibly do to you on school property? "I think Bohemian Rhapsody would be the best choice," Karin spoke out, to the disdain of the Slytherins. "It'll be entertaining enough to set a good atmosphere for the feast, plus it shouldn't be too hard for the students to understand what's going on in the song."
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				Post by: <strong>mindlessmenage</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 00:13:30</strong>
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				Remedy - still with Barty and Rabastan<br><br>"I have to say its not what I expected from either of you. I hope you take no offence to that. Seems we will be having some classes together this year though. Should be rather interesting.# Remedy replied. She wasn't sure how her friends were going to react to that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 22:01:17</strong>
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				<strong>Bartemius Crouch Jr. - Still with the Lestranges</strong><br><hr><br>Barty folded his hands behind his head and leaned back against the seat, outwardly smiling, though he had mixed feelings about having basically the same classes with Remedy. On one hand, that meant more time he could keep the useless Marauders from trying to talk her out of being around him and her brothers. On the other hand, that was also more time he had to spend keeping up his facade <em>and</em> making sure the male Lestranges didn't do anything to ruin everything. It was certainly going to be a busy year. "Don't have a problem with that, do you? I'd hate to have to request new courses before the year's even started."
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 22:15:56</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Lavender Ackerly - Suddenly alone again...</em></div><br><hr><br>Lavender knew it was too good to last. Someone had actually been speaking to her and even showing an interest in the things she said for the first time in her life. But his friends came by and stole his attention away. She should have figured that would happen. It only made sense that more interesting people get the attention. <br><br>Once he was gone, the little Hufflepuff laid her head against the train window. The train was moving too much now for her to fall asleep. She'd just have to suffer through the trip it seemed. Having to listen to everyone out in the halls of the train talking and chatting away about their summers made her a little sick. Not that she was disgusted with people having friends and such, but it made her feel lonely. That's why she normally slept through these things. Lavender just hoped it was over with quick.<br><br>Hoping to pass some more time, she pulled her number charts out again and sat their writing in random names and numbers. Her fingers would likely be covered with ink by the time they got to the school.<br><br><br><div align="center"><em>Rabastan Lestrange - Being a 'Good' Brother</em></div><br><hr><br>"I'm sure Remy won't have a problem with us sharing classes with her, would you?" he smiled over at his sister, "We'll be like the...uh...what's that Muggle book? The Three Musketeers? Something like that..." Rabastan could think of nothing more amusing to see than to have Barty falling all over himself to keep his composure in front of Remedy the whole year. Oh this was going to be a fun year. Plenty of sixth year witches to be talked into spending a few dark nights in the dungeons with him, watching Barty fumble his way into make Remy join them, and of course watching Bella sink further into her own little madness was always fun, "It's good you two will be around. Junior is always complaining about how I can't seem to control myself or pay attention in class," it wasn't a complete lie. Someone was always pecking at him about that, "At least you're my sister, Remy. You're expected to smack me over the head and keep me in line," he teased.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 05:15:51</strong>
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				<strong>Symphony Everstone- in the choir compartment with Karin and others (NPC I guess lol.)</strong><br><hr><br>Giving Karin a small smile in thanks for sticking up for her, Symphony cleared her throat "so then; all in favor of Bohemian Rhapsody raise your hands." Quickly a few Gyrfindor muggle-borns raised their hands and one or two Ravenclaws along with a select few Hufflepuffs, only Slytherins refused to raise their hands; "I guess that settles it. We are doing the song and come on guys for some of us this is our last year! Why not do things different and go big for the first song of the year?" Becoming excited her eyes sparkled in merriment at the idea of practicing for the song, making duplicates of the song book Symphony passed them to everyone "now lets figure out peoples ranges for the song and what not." <br><br>Giggling in excitement she took a seat holding onto her song book tightly "why should we sing a filthy muggle song? No one in their right mind will know what we are doing and laugh at us." A obnoxious Syltherin spoke up, frowning Symphony simply cleared her throat. "If you have a problem with the song you are free to leave seeing how so many are for the song." Smiling polietly as the girl left along with her two friends Symphony simply shrugged her shoulders"so any other disagreements or can we get this practice underway?" Making sure to look each opposing person in the eye, she let them see that she wasn't backing down from the song choice. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 16:09:09</strong>
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				<strong>Karin Blutfremd - Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality</strong><br><hr><br>Karin scowled at them a little as she watched the three Slytherins leave, wondering what went wrong with their upbringings that even muggle music sent them running. It wasn't like wizarding music was any different; the bands were even expected to play the instruments themselves, not just use magic (unless it was for a concert trick). Returning Symphony's subtle smile, she took the duplicated song book and opened it up, waiting to see which lines she would be placed to sing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mindlessmenage</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 04:11:02</strong>
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				Remedy - Taken aback by the two Slytherin's niceness<br><br>&nbsp;"I wouldn't go that far. We'll see if you can survive getting along with me." Remedy said cheekily. "I suppose we'll be getting to Hogwarts soon, I should really go change into my robes. It was really good catching up with you guys. It's been to long."<br><br>&nbsp;Remedy smiled sincerely. This was the last thing she expected when she'd gotten onto the platform.
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				Title: <strong>Re: HP: The Marauder's Era - IC Main Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 01:22:33</strong>
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				<strong>Bartemius Crouch Jr. - Saying adieu to Remedy</strong><br><hr><br>Barty smiled almost sincerely when Remedy said she was leaving, as he hadn't really wanted to talk to her on the train in the first place. He preferred to have time to plan out his conversations with people whom he would have to pretend to be a good little muggle-lover around, so it was a bit of an intrusion when Rabastan brought her back. At least they gained some ground as far as befriending her. "It was good to talk to you, Remy. Guess I'll see you when classes start right?" He grinned delightfully.
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