Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]
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				Title: <strong>Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>03-02-2019, 20:47:43</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190203/3358db68d77253b83949b0ca7aad7c00.png) (https://fontmeme.com/harry-potter-font/)<br><br>(https://i.imgur.com/DPycQCi.jpg)<br><br>This is for scenes that are no longer current, such as Flashbacks, or for the incomplete scenes as the month rolls over, in game. <br><br><hr><br></div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Headers</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Student Headers:</span></strong><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://res.cloudinary.com/teepublic/image/private/s--IkVfisoU--/t_Preview/b_rgb:ffffff,c_limit,f_auto,h_313,q_90,w_313/v1446235579/production/designs/252341_1)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> CHARACTER NAME (http://LINK TO CS)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> THEIR HOUSE and YEAR<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> MUGGLE BORN, PUREBLOOD, or HALFBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> LENGTH | WOOD | CORE<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> URL LINK or DESCRIPTION<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> DAY and TIME of day<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> WHERE are they<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> WHAT is happening in the post<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> OPTIONAL - Include a link, please no embedded videos<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> WHO are they talking to</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=5]CHARACTER IMG URL[/img][/floatleft]<br>[floatright][img height=150]SCHOOL CREST URL[/img][/floatright]<br>[table][tr][td][b]NAME:[/b] [url=http://LINK TO CS]CHARACTER NAME[/url]<br>[b]HOUSE | YEAR:[/b] THEIR HOUSE and YEAR<br>[b]BLOOD STATUS:[/b] MUGGLE BORN, PUREBLOOD, or HALFBLOOD<br>[b]WAND:[/b] LENGTH | WOOD | CORE<br>[b]WEARING:[/b] URL LINK or DESCRIPTION<br>[b]DATE | TIME:[/b] DAY and TIME of day<br>[b]LOCATION:[/b] WHERE are they<br>[b]CONTENT:[/b] WHAT is happening in the post<br>[b]MOOD MUSIC:[/b] OPTIONAL - Include a link, please no embedded videos<br>[b]TAGGING:[/b] WHO are they talking to[/td][/tr][/table]<br><br>[hr]</code></pre><br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Staff Headers:</span></strong><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://res.cloudinary.com/teepublic/image/private/s--q7kJspad--/t_Preview/b_rgb:191919,c_limit,f_auto,h_313,q_90,w_313/v1505543701/production/designs/1904314_1)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> CHARACTER NAME (http://LINK TO CS)<br><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong> THEIR HOUSE and YEAR<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> MUGGLE BORN, PUREBLOOD, or HALFBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> LENGTH | WOOD | CORE<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> URL LINK or DESCRIPTION<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> DAY and TIME of day<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> WHERE are they<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> WHAT is happening in the post<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> OPTIONAL - Include a link, please no embedded videos<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> WHO are they talking to</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=5]https://res.cloudinary.com/teepublic/image/private/s--q7kJspad--/t_Preview/b_rgb:191919,c_limit,f_auto,h_313,q_90,w_313/v1505543701/production/designs/1904314_1[/img][/floatleft]<br>[floatright][img height=150]https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805[/img][/floatright]<br>[table][tr][td][b]NAME:[/b] [url=http://LINK TO CS]CHARACTER NAME[/url]<br>[b]OCCUPATION:[/b] THEIR HOUSE and YEAR<br>[b]BLOOD STATUS:[/b] MUGGLE BORN, PUREBLOOD, or HALFBLOOD<br>[b]WAND:[/b] LENGTH | WOOD | CORE<br>[b]WEARING:[/b] URL LINK or DESCRIPTION<br>[b]DATE | TIME:[/b] DAY and TIME of day<br>[b]LOCATION:[/b] WHERE are they<br>[b]CONTENT:[/b] WHAT is happening in the post<br>[b]MOOD MUSIC:[/b] OPTIONAL - Include a link, please no embedded videos<br>[b]TAGGING:[/b] WHO are they talking to[/td][/tr][/table]<br><br>[hr]</code></pre></div></div><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>07-02-2019, 19:25:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/3XPXIM1.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/A5xScp0.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Addison Snow (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14660328#msg14660328)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff, Seventh<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11 ¼ inches / Dogwood / White River Monster Spine / Surprisingly Swishy and Flexible (https://i.imgur.com/ZLtC9NW.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Just like her photo.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 1st, late morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On the train to Hogwarts<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Addison is reunited with ferret and friend.<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> The Few Things (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zt5FDgIIAs8)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Cai Hildebrondus</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>The rhythmic thrum of the train tracks always bewitched Addison, encasing her with a warm comfort she had spent the entire summer without. Here, in her private train car near the caboose, she sat with her shoulders pressed against the bulkhead and watched the view blur by in a stream of green landscape streaked with grey rain. It was a familiar scene that never bored her.<br><br>They were hours yet from the school, and while Addison had experienced this trip eleven times prior -from her junior years at Hogwarts through her days in university- it remained to be one of her favorite sights. Something about the empty landscape that was a heavy reminder of distance. It never failed to make her eyelids heavy and coaxed her shoulders to a more relaxed position. She was getting further and further away from home, closer to a place that had always captivated her heart and made her feel like her own person. The train did wonders for the body and the spirit. It didn’t take long until she was aware of her slow, relaxed breathing. Addison yawned into the back of her hand and curled her arms around her middle.<br><br>There were other sounds as well; laughing students in the hall, the trolly lady offering sweets in exchange for coin, and every so often a shriek followed by laughter as someone showed off the latest wonder they had learned to their friends or frightened some of the younger students. Somewhere on the train were her friends, people who would be all too happy and eager to see her and catch up on the time they had missed. But this year she was feeling a little more weighed down than usual, hoping to burn every experience into her brain so it wouldn’t be forgotten. This would be her last year. The last train ride. There was a difficult decision to be made and she was worried about the choices she would have to make.<br><br>Exhaling through her nose, the woman pushed her fingers through her short white hair and tried some of the exercises Professor Worthy had drilled into them in order to clear the mind. Divination wasn’t a class Addison thoroughly enjoyed, but it did wonders for keeping her level headed and her thoughts clear when it mattered the most. Such as now, when she didn’t want to <em>think</em> and only wanted to be in the moment. She didn’t have the ‘eye’, but there had been worth to those classes even if others couldn’t see it.<br><br>Another slow exhale, but this one ended in a sigh as she closed her eyes and rocked her head back. Cai was out there, somewhere, with a handful of a ferret in his hands, or perhaps tucked inside of the jacket of his coat. Her Ravenclaw friend had been with her when they discovered the greedy little fiend raised by Cornish Pixies on an internship. Over the past couple of years, they exchanged the ferret as if in dual custody of the creaton and she never failed to miss the tube-rat. He frustrated her. He often got Addison into a heap of trouble, and it was because of this trouble she had been forced to practically throw him at Cai to save his life.<br><br>It wasn’t just the wine cellar. Or the missing jewelry, or even the fire that started in the study. Addison had fixed all of Fez’s mistakes and, perhaps, these experiences made her magic better through repetition and creativity. “Too distracted,” they had said, “not focused on what was important.” The final straw happened a few weeks ago when she had been undergoing dueling practice with her father. His outrage had been terrifying, swift, a blur of motion and adrenaline that she wasn’t ready to process. Moving on impulse, Addison had grabbed Fez, apperated to Cai’s house and splinched herself in her rush to save him. It hadn’t been as terrible as it could have been, but her last impression to Cai had consisted of no dialog, a shaken ferret, and part of her leg in a gory mess before she <em>popped</em> back out of his room. She couldn’t imagine what he must have been thinking, but she hadn't bothered with sending an owl, either.<br><br>When she apparated back, Addison had closed herself off from everyone and fell into a passive role of defeat. She had lost the energy to fight, she had needed time to heal.<br><br>Maybe that was the underlying reason why she selected this private train car. She didn’t have the energy to keep that smile on her face, either, or to laugh with people she loved. But the lull of the train was soothing, the rain-streaked window helped her focus on the things that mattered. This was her last year at Hogwarts. There was still time to be who she wanted to be. All that Addison needed to remember was to keep her head clear and keep pushing forward. Whatever that direction might be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HannibalBarca</strong> on <strong>08-02-2019, 04:24:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f6/DU3TpeFXUAAkBHq.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/A5xScp0.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Cairon Hildebrondus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674976#msg14674976)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw, 7th year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 9/16" | pine | dragon heartstring | inflexible <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Forest green hoodie, jeans, trainers<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 1st, late morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On the train to Hogwarts<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> One man and one rodent, interrupted<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Right Place Wrong Time (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HT4RainY-lY)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Addison Snow</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>She was here.&nbsp; Somewhere.<br><br>Cai was an observant sort, but he also had the ability to block out unwanted input.&nbsp; It was a result of countless hours of studying while his fathers listened to their favorite music from their favorite era, repeated through his childhood until those songs became embedded in his own memory and slowly leaked up into his own preferences.<br><br>So while the hubbub and chaos of boarding and finding seats went on around him, the tension of the first years and the jollility and friendship of the later years...Cai blocked it out, while Dr. John funked his way through his inner consciousness, all to help him keep his nerves from fraying while he searched, car after car...for his friend.<br><br>Merlin's beard, she'd been bleeding when she'd tossed him Fez, and was gone before he could even babble out a <em>what-the-hell</em> to her.&nbsp; After getting Fez-ball situated, he'd sent an owl off to her place, but it had come back without being responded to.<br><br>So he'd sent it again.&nbsp; And again.<br><br>God, this wasn't...this wasn't him.&nbsp; He and Addison's relationship was casual, unattached, friendly and easy.&nbsp; He didn't normally expect things to go wrong, but he guessed that it was bound to happen sometimes.&nbsp; He thought back to the last day of he and Grace's relationship and winced--he'd really have to figure out what went wrong there someday--but this time, it wasn't something he'd done that was the problem...it was Addison's complete disappearance, under medically unsafe conditions...<br><br>He slid the door shut to another compartment, having been greeted by a quartet of fellow Ravenclaws, whom he'd smiled and waved at before moving on down the carriage.&nbsp; Where had he been, mentally?<br><br>"Yeah...things aren't supposed to be serious between us," he whispered to himself, falling into his habit of auditory self-communication.&nbsp; "Just friends.&nbsp; But she can't expect me to just leave that kind of injury unanswered.&nbsp; But <em>someone </em>would have told me if it was more serious..."<br><br>He dodged the Trolley Lady, giving a nod and a friendly grin as she whisked by, heading for the Ravenclaw quartet.&nbsp; "Ah--Sinclair is probably going to want to buy most of your chocolate frogs!" he shouted to her as he moved into the next carriage.&nbsp; <em>Where was she?</em>&nbsp; "Ought to head to the last carriage, and work forward...Murphy's Law in reverse..."<br><br>He nodded to his idea, now moving confidently with his plan in place.&nbsp; He was worried about Addison, but there was no hesitation in his motions.&nbsp; He might end up being wrong, but...it would be his own mistake, and he could live with that.&nbsp; And if he was right...<br><br>Opening the door to the back of the last carriage, he stepped into the larger compartment, his eyes scanning; skipping over empty seats...<br><br>...<em>there</em>.<br><br>Addison Snow was unmistakable.&nbsp; In his own mind's eye, he described her as sharply beautiful--it might not make sense to anyone else, but it made perfect sense to him.&nbsp; She was like a knife's edge to him, while so many others saw the very apparent softer, animal-loving exterior.&nbsp; <em>Wait, what?</em>&nbsp; Was he analyzing her?&nbsp; Of course, his intellect was up to the task, but he'd hardly thought of her that way.&nbsp; She was very easy to get along with, for sure...but there were aspects of her, things she'd never mentioned but he'd picked up on...yeah.&nbsp; There were hidden sharp edges to her.&nbsp; Maybe not dangerous to others...but then to who?<br><br>He sighed.&nbsp; It was their final year.&nbsp; Maybe he'd learn something more about her.&nbsp; They had their connections, after all...<br><br>With that, he cleared his throat, and moved into the seat next to her.&nbsp; "Hey.&nbsp; Missed hearing from you."&nbsp; He put one of his hands over hers, patting it carefully.&nbsp; "You okay?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>08-02-2019, 05:59:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/3XPXIM1.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/A5xScp0.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Addison Snow (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14660328#msg14660328)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff, Seventh<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11 ¼ inches / Dogwood / White River Monster Spine / Surprisingly Swishy and Flexible (https://i.imgur.com/ZLtC9NW.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Just like her photo.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 1st, late morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On the train to Hogwarts<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> An awkward explanation is due.<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> The Few Things (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zt5FDgIIAs8)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Cai Hildebrondus</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Cairon Hildebrondus probably knew Addison Snow better than anyone. Through the years a relationship had bonded them together, first as intellectuals who had a similar adoration for animals, then as consensual adults who managed to keep things casual and respectful within one another’s boundaries . They were classmates, they were friends, neither were clingy and both kept an open and explorative relationship with other people. Whatever ‘it’ was between them, neither felt the need to give it a title, because there wasn’t one perfect word which could describe them.<br><br>It was good to see him again. As soon as the door slid open and their eyes locked a wash of guilt flooded through Addison’s veins, prickling against her skin with goosebumps hidden beneath the long sleeves of her white, button up shirt. Different emotions played out across her face; an attempt at a placid mask, as if to reassure him that everything was okay. A toothy smile that never had the chance to reach her eyes -she knew he wouldn’t have believed it anyway. Then a wince, with slumped shoulders and lips twisted into a pout. Cai’s touch was a comfort. The heat of his skin and the familiar smell of him stripped her of her habits and left her feeling just a little more exposed than she was used to sharing. <br><br>She hadn’t meant to worry him. The witch turned her hand, palm up, weaving her fingers with his. Her voice, heavily accented, was thick with emotion, but whispered as if she were worried that it might drift through the rattle of the compartment door. “I’m so sorry, Cai.” She meant every word of it. The last thing she had meant was to leave him with all those unanswered questions. She was at fault. He deserved an explanation. He hadn’t deserved weeks of being ghosted and ignored.<br><br>But she wasn’t ready to talk about everything. The words knotted into a ball in her throat and refused to move out and across her tongue. Swallowing a few times didn’t help. Finally, she was forced to settle with giving him the bare bones. “Things got… tense… at home.” She turned her head to look at him, yet failed to actually <em>look</em> at him. Pale blue eyes flicked across their train car but seemed to be watching something else entirely play out before her eyes. Her other hand gripped the edge of the bench seat at her side, nails biting into vinyl.. “I had to get Fez out of there… let my emotions get the better of me -I wasn’t concentrating hard enough… splinched myself a little when I reached you. Entirely my fault for that.”<br><br>Mostly.<br><br>White brows furrowed. She clenched her jaw and tried to shift through the emotions to a more clear, logical space. More exercises from Divination class. Measured breathing.<br><br>She finally lifted her gaze to meet Cairon's dark eyes, rather proud of herself that she managed not to drop his gaze instantly. “I’m here. I’m alright. I’m sorry for making you worry.” Looking down at his hoodie, she released her death-grip on the bench and poked against his chest, above the lump protruding from his belly. “How’s Fez?” She had missed him dearly, and some of the creases in her face smoothed out, eager to make sure that Fez was still in once piece, even while knowing he hadn't had a single scratch on him. Whatever blood had been on the ferret hadn't come from him. "Has he caused you any trouble?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HannibalBarca</strong> on <strong>08-02-2019, 08:25:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f6/DU3TpeFXUAAkBHq.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/A5xScp0.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Cairon Hildebrondus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674976#msg14674976)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw, 7th year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 9/16" | pine | dragon heartstring | inflexible <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Forest green hoodie, jeans, trainers<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 1st, late morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On the train to Hogwarts<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> One man and one rodent, interrupted<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Right Place Wrong Time (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HT4RainY-lY)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Addison Snow</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>The series of expressions that faltered across Addison's pretty face told him everything he needed to know, and more.&nbsp; Before her apology dropped from her lips, he knew.&nbsp; She had her secrets--he of all people understood that--but those were mostly things unspoken.&nbsp; When it came to her face and body language...well...she wouldn't make a good poker player.<br><br>But when her fingers slipped between his he was caught a little off guard.&nbsp; That wasn't something he'd expected.&nbsp; Still, it was more in line with her personality.&nbsp; He took her apology with a nod, noting wryly how he'd missed that accent of hers.&nbsp; "It's okay...I just wanted to be sure you were safe."&nbsp; He could have said <em>healthy </em>instead of <em>safe</em>, but it was purposely implied that there was more to his worry than just her physical well-being.<br><br>And if the reaction to his arrival was curious, this second response was downright alarm-ringing.&nbsp; He couldn't miss the difficulty she had with explaining to him what had happened.&nbsp; Cai had never met her parents, so he had little to go on, but putting her words and emotional state together painted a slowly-resolving picture.&nbsp; He noticed more than anything the unfocused stare from those blue eyes, seeing past him, into whatever memory she was reliving.<br><br>"Hey--you're in one piece, right?&nbsp; That's a good thing."&nbsp; Unconsciously, his hand gripped hers, both more firmly and more gently.<br><br>It was when she finally, finally met his eyes that he was startled for a moment, though he didn't show it outwardly.&nbsp; Something about their vividness and depth arrested him, as if he'd been given a glimpse into something more.&nbsp; Her words brought him out of his musings.&nbsp; The poke into his chest raised his smile once again.<br><br>"Yes, well...the Fez-ball.&nbsp; Ahem."&nbsp; he looked away for a moment, trying not to smile more broadly.&nbsp; "You know, I don't know how to explain it.&nbsp; Maybe it's the settling influence of Janus when he's around her, I can't be sure.&nbsp; You remember that time he got into Ebo's tin of Jammie Dodgers biscuits?&nbsp; It got me to thinking...'well, he's a ferret, he'll eat anything'...but then I really considered...so I decided, while he was with me this time, to test it out..."<br><br>He had a feeling that he was drifting away from his point, so he finally reached inside his pocket with his free hand, carefully, and began to extract the fuzzy mustelid.&nbsp; As he emerged, it became apparent that his fur wasn't the only thing covering him.&nbsp; Laying the snoozing ferret carefully on the carriage seat between them, he looked back up into Addison's eyes.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Fez_in_hoodie.gif)</div>"Kippers.&nbsp; Really, I'm surprised I hadn't thought of it before.&nbsp; You Icelanders eat a lot of seafood too, so I figured you must have given him harðfiskur or hákarl or something before, so...one morning I shared my breakfast with him.&nbsp; Just the kippers, though.&nbsp; Oh, was he a happy little lad.&nbsp; He was asleep a few minutes later.&nbsp; I tried it again the next day to verify my results...and voila.&nbsp; So I decided to keep up the..."<br><br>Cai paused, and became aware of one more detail that he'd not explained.&nbsp; "Um...the hoodie.&nbsp; Yes.&nbsp; It looked like it would come off brilliant on him, so...<br><br>He reached out and pulled off the hood, revealing a bit more of the sleeping ferret's wedge-shaped head.&nbsp; "Honestly...I think he looks brilliant."&nbsp; He paused again.&nbsp; "And we match."&nbsp; There was more than a little pride seeping into his words by this point, and, to be fair, his face too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>09-02-2019, 00:23:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/3XPXIM1.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/A5xScp0.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Addison Snow (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14660328#msg14660328)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff, Seventh<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11 ¼ inches / Dogwood / White River Monster Spine / Surprisingly Swishy and Flexible (https://i.imgur.com/ZLtC9NW.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Just like her photo.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 1st, late morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On the train to Hogwarts<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Relief<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> The Few Things (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zt5FDgIIAs8)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Cai Hildebrondus</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Her squeal of adoration was muffled against her finger tips so that it bubbled out with hushed restraint. Addison didn’t doubt that Fez had more than enough sleep, that waking him wouldn’t have been the end of the world. But you just didn’t do it. You didn’t uncurl a cat, you didn’t <em>not</em> scritch a good doggo by his ears, and when a ferret had activated his burrito mode, you fawned over it and let him be. The hoodie was fitting. It was adorable. The few times she had put Fez in clothing was on the really cold days and busy class schedule that wouldn’t allow her to bring her furry companion with her for the body heat. That wasn’t including the shark costume she made him wear as punishment, jinxed to continuously play the <em>Jaws</em> theme music whenever he tried sneaking anywhere.<br><br>His little pink tongue was poking out from between his sharp little teeth, and she reached out to poke it with her finger, encouraging him to smack his lips and stick it back inside. It didn’t take long before his soft snoring started up again.<br><br>Addison allowed relief to wash over her, and she finally gave in to an audible sigh. Things at home were ugly. Her heart felt heavy and coated with a layer of filth that made her feel sick with a greasy layer of confused emotions, but she was wise enough to understand that she needed to make the best of her last year. She was also quite determined to just move past all this. To surround herself with the things that she loves and hope for the best. There was still time to make decisions. There was still time to settle her mind.<br><br>“Did your fathers mind too much? I know you don’t usually take him for so long.” Addison couldn’t help it any more. She reached out and carefully pulled Fez into her lap, petting him long enough to straighten out his fur and was rewarded for her efforts when he began to hug his face in his sleep, stretching that way until oozing back into a more liquid state. It seemed he was all too happy to remain fast asleep and resumed snoring. “Who made the hoodie?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HannibalBarca</strong> on <strong>10-02-2019, 05:23:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f6/DU3TpeFXUAAkBHq.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/A5xScp0.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Cairon Hildebrondus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674976#msg14674976)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw, 7th year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 9/16" | pine | dragon heartstring | inflexible <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Forest green hoodie, jeans, trainers<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 1st, late morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On the train to Hogwarts<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> One man and one rodent, uninterrupted<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Mercy Mercy Me (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CShUISLYLGY&amp;list=RDCShUISLYLGY&amp;start_radio=1)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Addison Snow</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Her reaction to the ferret was...what was it, exactly?&nbsp; Something about it almost made him shiver.&nbsp; But he was glad it picked up her mood.&nbsp; He was almost certain she needed it.<br><br>"My fathers?"&nbsp; Cai almost seemed surprised by her query.&nbsp; He looked away from her, down to Fez as she pulled him into her welcoming lap.&nbsp; "They...they barely notice when he's there, honestly..."&nbsp; It was his turn for eyes to unfocus, though this was not a slide into memories of the inner eye, but emotions too often brushed into surreptitious broom closets.&nbsp; Her following words, however, provided a quick rescue.<br><br>"Yer...there's a muggle seamstress in Blackwater that loves to hand-craft pet outfits.&nbsp; She made a leather jacket for Janus last May...the old girl quite fancies it."&nbsp; He looked back up at her, apparently back to his old self.&nbsp; "Fez is never a problem, Addison.&nbsp; I know he has his issues...but don't we all?"&nbsp; One corner of his mouth crooked more than the other with his smile.&nbsp; "He's always welcome with me."<br><br>Stretching his long legs across so his trainers reached the bench on the other side of their seats, he sighed, making himself more comfortable.&nbsp; "So what's your plan this last year?&nbsp; Have any nibbles outside of Hogwarts as far as a job?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>10-02-2019, 18:29:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/3XPXIM1.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/A5xScp0.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Addison Snow (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14660328#msg14660328)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff, Seventh<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11 ¼ inches / Dogwood / White River Monster Spine / Surprisingly Swishy and Flexible (https://i.imgur.com/UhEDEhn.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Just like her photo.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 1st, late morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On the train to Hogwarts<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversations<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> The Few Things (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zt5FDgIIAs8)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Cai Hildebrondus</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>Addison had been quite surprised in the beginning when she discovered how easy it was to get close with Cai. Who she assumed to be a confident if maybe a little arrogant young man in the beginning, quickly evolved into a more complex human being who continued to surprise her. He was like a good scotch, with a lot of evolving notes and a building intensity that surprised her pallat. He was kind, sweet, and brilliant. He had the amusing habit of losing his train of thought and jumping from one detail to the next without getting flustered or angry. In a school full of bravado and ‘us vs. them’ with the roles of houses, Cai was a breath of fresh air.<br><br>But she really didn’t want to talk about what happened after Hogwarts. She was dreading the changes of seasons, the little cues that told them all that their time was over. It wasn’t that Addison wasn’t ready to go out, explore and discover the person she was going to be. She just had a difficult decision to make --appease her parents and take up the job as an Auror just as they expected and drilled into her her entire life? or do what her heart sang for and get involved with Magizoology. She was good with animals, she knew that. It wasn’t an affinity so much as an appreciation and respectful understanding. But going that route would be a battle, one she was certain would be full of sabotage and strife.<br><br>She kept her face carefully masked, processing how best to respond while also shifting her torso on the bench. She leaned quite comfortably against Cai, with the warm fuzzball that was Fez still coiled like a snake on her lap. “I’m just hoping the year doesn’t go by too fast. It’s our last one, you know? Life after this will change dramatically. People will drift apart, life will take us on our journeys and I’ve been quite happy here at Hogwarts. I’m in no rush to make it a distant memory.” He was warm against her back. While he pressed his trainers up against the opposite bench, she pressed the spiky heel of her boot against the window in contrast. Their bodies shaped a crude ‘L’ but it was comfortable and familiar, close, without being overly intimate.<br><br>“What about you, Cai?” She lifted his arm -the one closest to her- and pulled it over her head so that she was more comfortably leaning against his chest and the limb was loosely around her toso. “What do you have planned?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HannibalBarca</strong> on <strong>17-02-2019, 02:51:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f6/DU3TpeFXUAAkBHq.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/A5xScp0.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Cairon Hildebrondus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674976#msg14674976)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw, 7th year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 9/16" | pine | dragon heartstring | inflexible <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Forest green hoodie, jeans, trainers<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 1st, late morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On the train to Hogwarts<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Musing out loud<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Mercy Mercy Me (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CShUISLYLGY&amp;list=RDCShUISLYLGY&amp;start_radio=1)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Addison Snow</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>"There are a lot of us, I think, who consider Hogwarts a home away from home...or more home than home."<br><br>His words addressed her own on the subject of their school.&nbsp; Once it had been a finishing school, not a university, and he only imagined what it would have been like to spend his younger years there, rather than the Junior Wizarding Academy.&nbsp; That school wasn't bad, but there was nothing to compare to Hogwarts.<br><br><em>“What about you, Cai?” She lifted his arm -the one closest to her- and pulled it over her head so that she was more comfortably leaning against his chest and the limb was loosely around her toso. “What do you have planned?”</em><br><br>The already-comfortable yet friendly position they were in was adjusted by her into something a tinge more intimate, and he didn't register it with the intellectual segment of his brain, as deeply musing as he was on her words.&nbsp; He just accepted it, and settled in all the more with her.&nbsp; The question was one he'd been avoiding for various reasons.&nbsp; "I honestly don't know.&nbsp; I can always get involved in the family business, of course...but I want something more.&nbsp; I have my contacts, both in Hogsmeade and London and some other places.&nbsp; <em>It's not what you know, it's who you know</em>, and all that rot...but it's true enough.&nbsp; I've thought about going out on my own with spell development...I know a couple people who I could go into partnership with..."<br><br>Here, again, he trailed off into thought, his mind working at a fever pitch with its plethora of plans, always folding in and amongst themselves.&nbsp; If Addison had only known a tenth of his dreams, his half-decided ambitions, or his schemes...who knows how she would react?&nbsp; But he hadn't made any certain decisions yet.&nbsp; No...he'd not reached a point of no return with anything...not at present.&nbsp; But even with those lofty goals he kept to himself, there were other dreams he'd considered...<br><br>He turned back to her, a temporary chink in his self-subscribed armor as his voice rose somewhat in pitch.&nbsp; "You know what?&nbsp; If there was an opening in the staff...I'd love to teach.&nbsp; If Pearson, or Collins, or Nix...or even Palmer were retiring..."&nbsp; He paused again.&nbsp; "Not going to happen.&nbsp; But it's a pleasant enough thought."&nbsp; He nodded, eyes again gazing off...out the window.&nbsp; "But I'll see what I can do with what I have."<br><br>With that he shuffled all of his future plans off into the nether regions of his mind, and took full stock of the present.&nbsp; His arm around Addison relaxed somewhat as his hand stroked her upper arm.&nbsp; "I know one thing for certain...I want to keep in touch.&nbsp; Not just after the year is over, either."&nbsp; He caught himself for a moment.&nbsp; "We've been friends a while, though it feels like it's been longer.&nbsp; I think what we have works very well."&nbsp; Now, in that moment, he caught himself, and asked what exactly was he saying?&nbsp; She knew well enough just how their relationship worked...why was he mentioning now?&nbsp; They'd decided it was fine just the way it was, and he was happy with that.<br><br>Looking over at her again, he smiled...but again, her eyes seemed to once more capture something within him; an unknown something that seemed to be attached to other, more deeply-embedded feelings he couldn't identify--not at that moment.&nbsp; There was something different about her, without a doubt, than the last time they'd been together...but there was also something decidedly different about himself, and he couldn't place it.<br><br>Before he knew it, what cornucopia of thoughts and feelings were in his head had him leaning forward, and he planted a soft, brief kiss on the pale-haired young woman's soft lips.&nbsp; Leaning back, he kept his eyes on her, one eyebrow raised.&nbsp; "Sometimes it's a bit hard to resist those lips."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>23-02-2019, 20:11:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/3XPXIM1.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/A5xScp0.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Addison Snow (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14660328#msg14660328)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff, Seventh<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11 ¼ inches / Dogwood / White River Monster Spine / Surprisingly Swishy and Flexible (https://i.imgur.com/UhEDEhn.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Just like her photo.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 1st, late morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On the train to Hogwarts<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversations<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> The Few Things (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zt5FDgIIAs8)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Cai Hildebrondus</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>Had she not known Cai as well as she did, Addison could have easily mistaken his meaning. What they ‘had’ was a casual and safe intimacy with respect, boundaries and rules. They didn’t mess around together when one or the other might try for a relationship with someone else, they didn’t get jealous or petty and they didn’t use each other. His comment could have come off as a bit too suggestive (or was that entitled?) yet rather than assuming the worst she had practice in understanding his way of thinking. It was the closest to ‘I’m happy and comfortable’ Addison has ever heard coming from his mouth. She was grateful for what they shared and in a lot of ways, it was that security that had her rushing to his side those few weeks ago. Not just because he was good with Fez, not just because he had watched the ferret in the past.<br><br>Comfortable. Safe. It was a luxury she was all too happy to bask in.<br><br>He kissed her, a casual and fleeting thing that didn’t allow her much time to respond. She could always count on Cai to be grounding. Her smile stretched wide across her lips as he leaned back and lifted one of those dark eyebrows. He was tall, dark-haired and charmingly handsome, a stark contrast to her fair hair and pixie features, but that just seemed fitting for them. “It’s sweet how utterly charming you Brits can be when you don’t even try.”<br><br>Perhaps that was what she liked most about him. Cai was who he was without any effort, flaws and all, he never tried to be anyone else. For a man who was emotionally distant from his family, he could be quite affectionate in his own way. <br><br>She leaned more comfortably against his chest, wiggling in against him as if to suggest she didn’t plan on moving anytime soon. His arm was around her, Fez was snoozing on her lap and his kiss had chased away all of her bad memories and worried thoughts as if it had been the antidote this whole time. For the first time in weeks, she felt content.<br><br>“Whatever happens, Cai, we won’t lose touch.” She meant it, and Addison didn’t break her promises. “Maybe we both can become professors at the school. I’d love to take Collin’s job as well. If not at Hogwarts… then maybe at another school.” It was a pleasant thought, anyway.<br><br>The thrum was lulling her back to sleep, a lullaby that was impossible to ignore with the warm and familiar chest pressed against her back. Addison settled in closer, tucking her head beneath Cai's chin and allowed her eyes to close. They were still a few hours away yet, but she was happy to have the time pass by slowly. She was in no rush to go anywhere.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HannibalBarca</strong> on <strong>28-02-2019, 08:12:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f6/DU3TpeFXUAAkBHq.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/A5xScp0.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Cairon Hildebrondus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674976#msg14674976)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw, 7th year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 9/16" | pine | dragon heartstring | inflexible <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Forest green hoodie, jeans, trainers<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 1st, late morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On the train to Hogwarts<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Musing out loud<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> I'm Not In Love (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=STugQ0X1NoI)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Addison Snow</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>The Icelander settled herself even more snugly against him, her obvious contentedness seeping into him through their points of contact.&nbsp; Her words, like his own, were comforting in more ways than one.&nbsp; It was meant to be a convenient and comfortable relationship...agreed on by both of them to be so.<br><br>His eyes rose from her after she fell asleep, his own mind awake but wandering through a plethora of thoughts.&nbsp; This was, indeed, the end of their time at Hogwarts.&nbsp; The beginning of the end, at least.&nbsp; But those words she'd spoken, it seemed, had stirred some deeper thoughts within his mind.<br><br><em>“Whatever happens, Cai, we won’t lose touch.” </em><br><br>Funny, the sensations one could have when relaxed and at peace...even with a storm of uncertainty just outside the vicinity of your present life.&nbsp; It was the beginning of an epiphany for the young man, so used to tension over his own place in his tiny family and the world in general.&nbsp; Here, on the Express, with Addison curled up against him...it was the most serene he'd felt since...<br><br>...ever.<br><br>He let go his intellectual thread then, on an impulse, and followed his emotions...let slip his ties to his fathers, to Rohesia, even Janus.&nbsp; Cai knew there were other ways of knowing than pure logic, and in that moment sensed a need to walk a different path.&nbsp; Brown eyes glided down again to the pleasantly settled Miss Snow, and observed her for several moments.&nbsp; He noticed how serene she herself looked; as if some weight was lifted from her in sleep.&nbsp; Innocent, too, surprisingly.&nbsp; Trusting.<br><br>He had no reason to doubt either her words or his own, on the convenience and practicality of their simple connection.&nbsp; It hardly ever needed to be mentioned, so easily and thoroughly had they taken to it.&nbsp; But looking at her there, in a moment of sublime peace, he felt a surge of protectiveness over her.&nbsp; She wasn't getting on well at home, regardless of the lack of details he had.&nbsp; He knew her well enough, and was a good read of body language and tone.&nbsp; Addison was a strong woman; she'd shown it enough times.&nbsp; But right now...<br><br>Cai traced over her features with his gaze, guided by his softened consciousness, picking up details he'd not have noticed before: a lack of tension in her upper cheeks and around her eyes; the same relaxation allowing her lips to part somewhat in her slumber.&nbsp; Normally, her eyes were her most arresting feature, but with them shuttered, he noticed for the first time just how fetching her lips were, especially in such repose...<br><br>And he caught himself.&nbsp; Actually, he was surprised how easily he recognized the emotions.&nbsp; He wasn't the most successful at relationships, and he could admit that to himself, but he still knew well enough how to recognize growing feelings for someone.&nbsp; He didn't chastise himself, however, nor try to bury what he felt.&nbsp; It may have partly been the zone he was in, and partly his own utter acceptance of irrefutable facts; in either case, he simply sat there, and allowed himself to feel what he was feeling, sans inner editor.&nbsp; It was a wise choice for so young a man, and it offered him quite a novel and different experience than he'd had with any other girl before.&nbsp; Confronting those budding feelings gave him a simple, rare, and invaluable peek into his own inner workings--that not only did he hide his true self from others...but also from himself.&nbsp; It was an insight that troubled him, and would trouble him moreso as he digested the discovery.<br><br>For now, though, he only added a sigh to the constant, drowse-producing sounds of the train and its carriages, and allowed himself to follow his beautiful, pale-haired compartment-mate into peaceful slumber.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>02-03-2019, 05:14:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://ath.unileverservices.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/4/2017/08/platinum-silver-blonde-inthefrow.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674643#msg14674643)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor | Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggleborn (?)<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 ½ inch | Pear | Unicorn Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/46/21/d0/4621d0e4a3d7e57ca603090a4c7fd473.jpg) (without sunglasses)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Friday, 6th September, 2019 | Late evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Grace's Private Single Dorm Room <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Don't hate the player, hate the game <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Bruno Mars Parody - That Spidey Life (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cKW7NSgiCFo)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Corey | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>“That’s a good motto, Core.” Grace grinned at him, her giggle a soft hum. It was an expression that reminded her of muggle life, a bit. Life before she realized that magic existed, before she knew that she was actually a witch. Tucking a few strands of her platinum hair behind her ear, Grace shifted herself on the bed and sat up a bit straighter, focusing on the gameplay in front of them. “And it’s a good thing, otherwise I’d be beating you so sore.” She grinned, maintaining that if they were playing Mario Party, she would hands down, most definitely, win. <br><br>“If we ever do get to play, by the way, I always play as Peach.” There was no real reason for Grace to point this fact out to Corey, but she felt the need to, regardless. As Corey gave her grief about how new her controller felt, Grace couldn’t keep from rolling her eyes, which nearly made Spiderman go tumbling straight into the pavement of the busy street below. “Oh, bugger!” Grace shouted, far too loudly, before flinching painfully, her thumbs overextending to make up for her lack of focus, overcompensating in the interim. <br><br>“Corey!” She whined his name. “Don’t do that!” Naturally, she had to blame him for her lack of concentration. After all, whose fault was it that her eyes rolled? Corey tried reasoning through the summary of Tramps Like Us that she gave him, which only made Grace shake her head at him again. “Loads of apartments are like that-” Grace began, interrupting Corey to say as much, and glancing over at him long enough that she thought to pause the game. That was when Corey leaned back and his hand bumped into something that was most definitely not a lump in her sheets. “Wait!” She tried, but it was too late by then. <br><br>Her bright purple Jack Rabbit vibrator (https://www.satisfaction.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/Petite-Jack-Rabbit-Vibrator-Purple.jpg) suddenly turned on, switching to one of the very loud vibration settings, making Corey jump practically out of his skin, whilst turning as white as a sheet. He shouted at the buzzing sound, which scared him half to death, making him leap quite literally off of her bed, causing popcorn to spray all over, like a geyser. <br><br>Grace was certain her makeup couldn’t cover just how red her face was becoming. Yet, all she could do was stare at Corey, gaping at him with an open mouth and wide eyes. She was paralyzed by mortification. Though Corey was likely just as embarrassed, or more so - considering he thought a vibrator was a snake about to strike him dead - Grace was completely frozen for the moment. Finally, after all of the buttery popcorn landed on the ground and the vibration sound became background noise, Corey split the silence. <br><br>‘Oh.’ He murmured. ‘OH.’ As if the realization hitting him could make him any more humiliated than he already was. Grace dove across the bed, the controller falling out of her hand and against her tangled sheets, as her hands went for the vibrator, pushing the button at the base of it a few times, which made it go through a whole series of different types of vibrations, before it shut off. “Oh. My. God.” She shakily whispered, shoving a pillow on top of the sex toy, as if that made it disappear. <br><br>Suddenly shooting up and off the bed, Grace struggled to look at Corey at all. “Oh my god! It’s getting late. You should go. Because. Er, before… curfew.” Grace stammered through her words, knowing they were nowhere near curfew, but unable to think of any other reason to get Corey out of her room, so that she could be embarrassed in private. “I’ll practice my Spidey moves, I promise!” She ushered him along, practically pushing him out of her bedroom, even shoving the rest of the popcorn bowl into his arms to distract and occupy him. <br><br>“Don’t worry, I promise not to eat all these cookies by myself. Goodnight, Corey!” Grace all but forced her door closed, then promptly ran back to her bed, fell on top of it with her face firmly planted within the pillow, where she released a muffled string of disconcerting sounds. <br><br><hr><div align="center"><em>End.</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>02-03-2019, 18:02:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Hi7D4eI.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Audrey Thorup (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14662805#msg14662805)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fourth | Ravenclaw <br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle born <br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 ½ | Larch | Snallygaster heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Gray sweater in picture and dark jeans, with all black Converse<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September 2019 | Very late evening <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Dorm | Whomping willow<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Is it cool if I hold your hand? Is it wrong if I think it's lame to dance?<br>Do you like my stupid hair? Would you guess that I didn't know what to wear?<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Mindless Self Indulgence - Sex for Homework (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qAMxr7JwxN4)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Derek | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>When she first came upon him, Audrey wondered if she had scared him. A soft chuckle left her at the notion. Her lips split slightly apart, revealing the small but prominent gap between her two front teeth. There was a time that she used to hate that gap, but now that she was old enough to appreciate it and to not let what others thought bother her so much, she realized that it was part of her. It was partially what made her unique. Hopefully Derek didn’t mind the gap in her teeth, or the fact that she was smiling back at him as he took in the sight of her, haloed by moonlight.<br><br>He leaned in to give her a hug and Audrey’s hands wound around him a little too late, catching the ends of his shirt clumsily just as he pulled away. “Oh, um.” She started to say, but had nothing to add. Hopefully that wasn’t enough to make things noticeably awkward. Typically, she avoided hugs or any sort of affection, unless it was from her chubby boy, Chubz. But, with Derek, she was willing to make an exception. Only, he left her much too quickly. The slight scrape of his stubble on her cheek was instantly missed the moment he withdrew. <br><br>He broke their silence, sounding surprised that she decided to join him at all. “Well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” she joked when he said ‘you came.’ But when Derek continued, it was obvious that he had been stood up on dates before. Audrey’s gaze softened. That was something they had in common, unfortunately. Rather than making light of it, Audrey simply gave him a look. Perhaps he would know what that look meant. It was a nonverbal promise that she wouldn’t stand him up. Ever. <br><br>“Same. Hard pass,” she concurred when he mentioned dying before first base. Her head shook side to side, almost violently, for emphasis. A smirk was evident on her lips when her head ceased again. His nerves were festering and that only made Audrey’s start to swarm all the more. But, it was a good sort of nervous energy. The sort that reminded a young person they were alive. He hesitated about something, not explaining what he had to do, but requesting to be excused for it all the same. <br><br>His hand went behind her head and at first she perked a brow, almost daringly, expecting something much different than the yank that tugged a strand of hair out of her scalp. “Ow!” She bellowed, hissing through clenched teeth a moment later, flinching and rubbing the back of her head with a hand. Fighting the sensation of tears forming in her eyes, Audrey sniffled a little and waited for the pain to pass, shaking her head at Derek’s apologies. The kiss on the forehead more than made up for the moment of pain, anyway. <br><br>In those seconds, she caught that Derek was adding her hair into the vial that was more silvery than the other. “What potion is this?” She questioned. Potions were always easier to deal with in the lab, rather than outside of them. “Polyjuice?” She asked, a little stunned. “Is this some very specific kink you have, Derek?” But he was so entranced that she wouldn’t have been surprised if he didn’t register her question at all. He handed her the other vial, which was already green. Audrey took it hesitantly. <br><br>When he began to explain what they would be doing with the vials, Audrey released a massive sigh of relief to discover they would not need to drink the concoction. He pointed to the stump at the base of the tree, explaining they would have to throw their vials there, then run. “What happens if I miss?” She questioned, but Derek had grabbed her hand by then and all other hope of thinking or speaking correctly left her entirely. She blinked at the stump in the distance, then the vial in her hand, and finally looked down to Derek’s hand, wrapped in hers. <br><br>He asked if she trusted him and without a voice, she nodded. Her breath had been stolen away, along with any hope of formulating words. Derek could have asked her anything in that moment, and Audrey would have nodded, with that same dreamy look clouding her face. Do you eat people? Nod, nod. Do you want to eat me? Nod, nod. But thankfully, he stuck with a normal question, which made her answer a normal response, in turn. The willow rustled in the wind, reminding them both that they had little time to lose.<br><br>Derek counted down, inspiring Audrey’s hand to tense against his - her grip tightening just a little more with every number he spoke. At two, she raised her arm and took aim, then at one, she launched it at the stump, praying to the devil of sports that she was on target. Promptly after throwing, she ran with Derek, following beside him and keeping her hand tensely gripped onto his. In no time, she was panting. She may have been thin, but that didn’t mean she worked out or was in the least bit athletic. <br><br>“Are we alive?!” She questioned, shouting out in ragged breaths to Derek, beside her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>03-03-2019, 03:05:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/MA22noE.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Curtis "Curt" Roark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14654145#msg14654145)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff 7th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle Born<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10'', Dogwood, Unicorn Hair, very stiff and straight (https://pm1.narvii.com/6506/c464ab22ecb450fbb6fea0aab93986aa74e2fa00_hq.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> You ready for a freakshow? (https://i.imgur.com/fCUZfmu.jpg) Plus the sunglasses from avatar in his hair.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 6 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Stairs | Heading Towards Hufflepuff Common Room<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Being a shitty friend.<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Extraordinary Rendition - Sons of an Illustrious Father (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JtigvvSPJxM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Derek Darley | CLOSED </td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Curt always encouraged people to break out of their shells, even just for a night. That's what part of his show was all about. Showing people that it was okay to let loose and do something crazy once in a while. Derek was no exception. They had become fast friend and it was likely true that Curt was some sort of 'bad influence', not that he saw it that way. He saw it as giving Derek a chance to do things he likely wouldn't get the chance to do. He was the 'dirty and weird muggle' that likely made most of Derek's family's stomach turn. It was a little egotistical, but he liked to think that Derek was starting to open up more thanks to himself. It did a world of wonders for a person's confidence to pull a sword out of someone else's throat and not kill them. It was could be an empowering feeling to know that he controlled, at times, whether Curt ended up in the hospital or not. Nerve wracking, but powerful.<br><br>He wondered if he should tell his friend that it had been more than just fucking. He'd helped Joanna do a few stunts, took care of her after the shows in a way no one ever did for him, and they had talked. Opened up to each other. It felt strange now that he thought back on it, but it had felt natural when it was happening. Curt didn't feel head over heels for the red head. It wasn't the way he'd felt with Dior at times. Was <em>'friends with benefits, plus a little'</em> a thing?<br><br>"Sometimes you need a crazy redhead to get over a crazy blond. They're all crazy. Every single one of them. Just gotta make sure they aren't over the edge crazy," he smiled as Derek started in on Audrey.<br><br>He didn't know her too well. He wondered if he used to get that goofy smile on his face when he'd talk about Dior in private. If so, he wished he could go back and slap some sense into himself. It looked good on Derek though, "That's great man. I don't think I'll ever be that kind of guy, but it suits you in a good way," he smiled, happy for his friend. He didn't think he could ever be a one girl or one guy type of person. Sure, it meant one day Derek would be off married and raising kids, but he didn't think he'd be lonely. He'd just be a the spooky uncle who put weird stuff up his nose, "She'd be nuts not to want to be with you. Though, like I said, they're all crazy, but I'm sure she's the good kind of crazy."<br><br>Curt felt his phone buzz, "Shit. Listen, let me know if you need help with Audrey. I gotta go though. I got a hook up tonight," Joanna wasn't the only redhead he was messing around with and this one liked things a little different and rougher, which was fine by him, "We should go to Hogsmeade tomorrow. We'll hang out," he really wanted to fix things between them and that seemed like a good start.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>03-03-2019, 21:37:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/3d/59/07/3d5907ad1382a4def0eb0075c2bc128a--evan-peters-man-candy.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Derek Darley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14655389#msg14655389)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw 6th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 13 Inches | English Oak | Wampus Cat Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Blue Jeans, White T-Shirt, Gray and Black Jacket, Messy Trainers<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September 2019 | Very Late Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Grounds &gt;&gt;&gt; Shrieking Shack<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Stealing a kiss under the whomping willow<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Childish Gambino - 3005 (https://youtu.be/tG35R8F2j8k)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Audrey, CLOSED </td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Derek was nervous. Even if he had done this a thousand times before. Still, he had never done it with Audrey. There wasn't time for him to explain the peculiar type of potion that he had drafted up in the library in his third year. In truth, he was very proud of it, but he'd take that time to boast on another day. With baited breath he waited to feel Audrey's vial fling out of her hand toward the stump. In truth, it didn't need to hit the stump. It just needed to break open in an area far away from them. In truth, two of them didn't need to be there anyway. The tricky part about the Whomping Willow was that it could see people without eyes. It used what he assumed as magic to sense things. It was hard to out run without some sort of distraction, and there were very few (if any) who would sacrifice themselves as a distraction to the Whomping Willow while another would run toward the trunk. Why would anyone do that, anyway? To carve Audrey and Derek into the stump of the tree for no one to see. <br><br>Thinking on it. That was rather romantic and Derek would consider that later. <br><br>Derek threw his vial shortly after Audrey and the sounds of them cracking open echoed to their ears. However, Derek took no time and grabbed Audrey's hand dashing toward the tree as fast as they could. They could hear the creaking of the tree as it began to come alive and swing it's tense branches. Smashing into the ground. However, the sounds were from the opposite direction of Audrey and Derek. The tree was distracted by what looked like a pair of two people looking exactly like Derek and Audrey running in the opposite direction! Giving them a straight B-line for the tree! <br><br>These vials were not polyjuice potions, but instead mirror images that lasted a matter of ten seconds. However, because they were a mirror -- they went the opposite direction of Derek and Audrey as they ran for the tree. "Don't stop running!" Derek said if Audrey ever turned back to see what had happened. If she did, she would see the reflection of herself looking back as well as the Whomping Willow smashed through their smoky like images. Why did they pick those images over the live Audrey and Derek? That was another trick of Derek's great mind with potions. He added in the sap of sweet Maple trees from North America. Trees could love and fancy things too, couldn't they?<br><br>It wasn't until Derek met the base of the trunk that he finally slipped his hands toward the bark. Fishing around for something frantically as the mirror images on the other end of the lawn stopped too. "Now... where is this," Derek said. Admitting that he hadn't done this in a few months. It wasn't until his fingers found the knob that pressed in when he applied a bit of pressure. "Ah ha!" Derek said turning to look at Audrey in a cocky smile. "You thought I was the knob, but actually this is the real knob..." Derek's eyes opened wide as he began to see the tree position it's forces away from the mirror images that were created by the vials, and this time start to head toward them. <br><br>"Blimey," he muttered pressing into the button and the tree feel frozen. Stiff and rigid. Frozen in air as they finally had a moment of protection. Derek's face wouldn't show it, but his heart was beating so fast. He had worried about Audrey tripping and the Whomping Willow seeing them over the images, but it didn't happen. "You're quite the athlete, Audrey," Derek said with a cheeky grin, breathing hard as he closed the distance between them. His hands rested on her hips and he looked into her eyes. They were alone and the sweat on his brow was turning cold in the summer night. <br><br>Adrenaline did curious things. He pulled her closer to him from her waist. Looking down at her from their height difference as his left hand went up to her chin. "That was very thrilling, but all I want to do is..." Derek began to say tilting her chin up toward him. Leaning down and then planting a sweet and soft kiss from under the branches of the defeated Whomping Willow. He smelled like tree sap from the potions he had drafted earlier. However, his lips were soft and pressed between hers. There was a softness, a sweetness, and an urgency as he hoped to feel her kiss back. <br><br>Derek only let his tongue part between her lips once before he pulled away. Already feeling the tree beginning to shiver alive once again as he pulled away. A cocky smile on his face as he said, "C'mon. We're not done yet. I still have to take you to my personal hell," and then slipped his other hand away from her chin and back to her hand. Walking toward a large hold in the tree that he leaned down into and walked into the large hold near the side of the branches that rose from the ground. Waiting for Audrey to come in with him. <br><br>There was a small tunnel, but it wouldn't be long before Audrey would see light from Derek's wand. Then the light would give a glimmer toward chairs and tables. A ratty old bed, and what looked like the inside of an abandoned old house. What more, from the windows, was the vision of Hogsmede down upon them. It may have taken a second, because Derek wouldn't say anything while Audrey was looking around, but they were in the Shrieking Shack. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Luciferia</strong> on <strong>04-03-2019, 02:22:00</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span class="bbc_u">CONTINUED FROM HERE</span></strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299798.msg14698276#msg14698276)</div><hr> <br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/eiQpxQC.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Dior Darley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658800#msg14658800)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>YEAR:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Slytherin | 6th Year</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Pureblood</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>12” | Red Oak | Rougarou Hair | Surprisingly Supple (https://i.imgur.com/jAdaS0i.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Casual Clothes (https://i.imgur.com/zTFS11W.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Friday, September 13th, 2019 | After Dinner</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Shores of the Black Lake (https://i.imgur.com/8cceKA5.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Blowing Off Steam</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><em>My body's waving a white flag... (https://youtu.be/nzLQWSNVFiE)</em></td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><strong>Curtis Roark</strong> | <strong>Closed</strong></td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/8cceKA5.png)</div><br><em>“Because you're a right cunt, Doir, but you already knew that. You've known that for a long time.”</em><br><br>It was true. There was no reason for Dior to torment Curt with knowledge of this incriminating video other than to torment him. He was stuck in her mind like a tooth in taffy and no matter how she tried to to dig him out, all she could taste was blood.&nbsp; She deserved the rage she saw in his icy blue eyes, and part of her was proud of him for coming at her with such force. Curt from first year would never have dreamed of calling her a cunt, or at shouting at her in general. Even Curt from this summer would likely have listened to Dior’s side of the story if she’d bothered to orchestrate an excuse for her cruel prank against him.<br><br>But that wasn’t the plan. No matter how much it felt like losing another brother, Dior needed to hammer the final nail into the coffin. <br><br>It was better for everyone this way…<br><br><em>“I don't need your fucking warnings. Send it to anyone you fucking want, Dior. Just remember, I'm not the only one in that video. It's not just me you'll be getting into trouble and how would people like knowing you sat around to watch me fuck someone?”</em><br><br><strong>“I already told you I wasn’t going to share it!”</strong><br><br><em>“Little Ice Bitch sat around getting her rocks off watching Curt fuck some girl in the library. I feel sorry for whatever sorry ass man you trick into being with you. His dick will probably fall off when he sticks it in that ice cave you call a vagina.”</em><br><br>Instantly, her pupils dilated and her cheeks flamed at the accusation. Her fist tightened around her wand as she pointed her manicured index at him threateningly. <strong>“Spend a lot of time thinking about my fanny, do you?”</strong> Dior’s green eyes took a leisurely roll, one accompanied by a contemptuous snort clearly meant to indicate that she found his display pathetic. <strong>“And don’t fucking flatter yourself Curt, there was <em>nothing</em> erotic about that video. Just two freaks humping. Honestly, it was like watching apes at the zoo.”</strong><br><br>When Curt stormed forward and got in her face, Dior’s eyes went wide and for the first time since she was child, her words caught in her throat due to fear. Her heart was racing and she could feel her cheeks getting warm. <em>“You're a much better person when you're drunk. Maybe you should take up being an alcoholic you fucking cunt.” </em><br><br>Dior swallowed hard against the lump in her throat, trying to ignore the empty feeling in her gut that was quickly settling. This would be over soon enough, and she’d thank herself for this when she didn’t have to worry about Curt stumbling upon the skeletons in her closet. It hurt more than she’d bargained for, but the more he hated her the more likely he was to avoid her, and that was the best way to ensure her taboo secrets stayed buried.<br><br><strong>“And give you another chance to snog me while I’m absolutely legless? You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”</strong> Time to drive the final nail in. <strong>“That’s the only reason I snogged you at all and I considered it such a low point that I vowed to never get that drunk ever again.”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>04-03-2019, 15:02:15</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">CONTINUED FROM HERE</span></strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299790.msg14725357#msg14725357)</div><hr> <br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/b02e011615ece6e88a1a509202036593/tumblr_p0t439a2t41webposo1_500.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/e/ea/BeauxbatonsCrestClearBg.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/350?cb=20160630041801)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Florian Fournier (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14666182#msg14666182)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> 5th<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> HALFBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 ¾ inches, whippy - Walnut - Unicorn Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Silk pajama pants in Beauxbatons blue and a white v-neck t-shirt.&nbsp; Barefoot.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Wednesday, Sept. 4th, Very late<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hall just outside his dorm<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> What do we have here?<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ria - Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><br><br>Seeing as he held the light which revealed Ria before she could tell that it was him, Florian let her cursed response pass him right by, instead taking another perfect opportunity to admire her pantless attire.&nbsp; After a few seconds of enjoying their respective positions a bit, as well as the visions they would conjure in the mind of nearly any male his age, Florian extended his own hand to take hers, helping the inebriated woman to her feet, continuing to hold on lest she find herself a bit wobbly.&nbsp; By the smell of alcohol, that seemed quite likely.<br><br>“Of course I am!” Florian replied without pretending to shred of modesty.&nbsp; “Why, one might argue that the middle of the night is the most important time to be charming.&nbsp; Especially in such circumstances as these.”&nbsp; With her on her feet, Florian lowered his wand to his side, the new position against his leg causing the light to dim significantly and leave them in safer shadows, should anyone else be about.<br><br>“You know, I can almost tell how fun a night you had, whether a bed was included or not…” He went on, although the thought of it was enough to stir near anyone and certainly Florian, he left the lustfulness to his gaze alone.&nbsp; “As for me, well, unlike present company, I am not a stunningly attractive seventh year, destined to be brought to Hogwarts to display our better parts indeed…” Again Florian took the moment to glance at said better parts, “so I’ve been forced to behave for two whole days.&nbsp; It’s nearly been torture.”<br><br>Speaking of beautiful torture, Florian was surprised indeed as Ria slipped a finger against the corner of his mouth before taking a taste of the apple’s sweetness that had been left behind.&nbsp; “Quite good, no?” He asked, his eyes more than a bit brighter than before.&nbsp; A better man might have considered how much Ria had consumed and begged off, but Florian was hardly that man.&nbsp; “I’ve been saying forever how delicious the simplest of things can be, if one but takes a taste.&nbsp; You really should try it some time.&nbsp; Or was that what brought you all the way down this lonely corridor?”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>04-03-2019, 17:42:27</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center">Continued From Here... (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299798.msg14726161#msg14726161)</div><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e5/b4/fd/e5b4fdcf53950ca187eb25ef041cca2d.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Michael Oakes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14703824#msg14703824)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff / 7th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle-Born<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 14" | Sycamore | Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> A blue T-Shirt, A rugged jacket and combats all scratched and marked.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 12th September, LATE evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Library, Hogwarts<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> For once studying late<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Hayley, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>"Hey!" Michael responded quickly, shaking his head at Hayley. "I know they're not going to find you annoying." He didn't want her to get that into her head, and Michael always did his best to keep positive about others. "I'm impressed." He complimented, looking over the assortment of papers that she'd compiled. It reminded him of his own work on animals. Michael could never study unless it was nature, but when he studied something he cared about he became a great deal more diligent. "Nothing to apologise for!" he replied, again doing his best to stop Hayley feeling bad.<br><br>"That's alright. I do too." He grinned, not fighting the comment about sucking with people. Sometimes people were more comfortable when you let them tease themselves a little. He knew that much at least. He listened and smiled, enjoying the way she described animals. It was enchanting, and Michael liked the opportunity to talk about creatures. "It's a good surprise, to me. You can learn so much more face to face with them, rather than when they're locked away in print." He did like to read about animals but he felt that the academic learning experience there had to be combined with the practical side, wholeheartedly agreeing with Hayley that animals could never really be understood until you met them. A part of why he was so eager to be helping care for the magical creatures at the tournament. <br><br>"Always." He replied, happy she'd brightened up and accepted being entertaining. Michael headed over, pulling out a nearby chair and setting down some of his own paperwork and books, just a little to the side. Michael returned her warm smile, seating himself gently and making no note of the way he towered over Hayley. After all, from his perspective he had that effect on just about everyone. "Great!" He was enthusiastic to have someone to while away the studying with. He laughed a little at her comment about animals biting, nodding but not quite knowing how to reply. After a few moments he decided he should continue with the tournament as the topic. "So, what were you researching before I came over?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>04-03-2019, 18:18:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/c3/a4/60/c3a460f0ca6b900bca7a140fe7fe2208.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14675375#msg14675375)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor, 5th year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10inches, Sycamore, Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Relaxed (http://i.imgur.com/j06MR9y.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Friday, Sept 6th, late evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Grace's Single Dorm<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Gaming time<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Spidey-Time (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sflfp-C0MxY)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Grace - Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br>There was a small part of Corey’s mind that was trying to burn through the mortification of what he had just discovered in Grace’s sheets, a part that had him wishing that what he had found there was an actual snake.&nbsp; Considering Corey’s deathly fear of them, that was saying something too.&nbsp; Somehow though, this was nearly worse.&nbsp; Not only had he leaped up and drawn his wand like some terrified first year, but what he had revealed when he had torn back her covers was something that he could never UNSEE.<br><br>Standing with his wand dropping in a slow motion imitation of the way his jaw was, Corey spent those next few milliseconds in an completely frozen mindset, without a clue of what to do but stare.&nbsp; <em>It is very purple...</em> his mind noted almost clinically, although these would not be thoughts that he would unpack until later.&nbsp; <em>...and why is there a rabbit?</em> he wondered as it hopped and danced buzzingly around Grace’s bed.&nbsp; <br><br>As his platinum haired friend leaped across his field of view though, Corey finally was broken from his mesmerized state, but not before he noted that it took a lot of clicks for Grace to finally kill that…..friend of hers.&nbsp; And he thought this game had a lot of levels!&nbsp; “I’m…..er…...I didn’t mean…” He tried lamely, but what could he really say when he had just been shown physical evidence of his best friend/crush’s extracurricular activities?<br><br>Luckily, as per usual, Grace came to the rescue, coming up from where she smothered her bunny with a pillow to quickly find an excuse to usher Corey out of her dorm.&nbsp; Blinking owlishly, Corey did not resist in the slightest as Grace forced the bowl into his hands, and his body out the door.&nbsp; &nbsp;In fact, Corey didn’t REALLY snap out of it until Grace’s door finished closing firmly in his face.<br><br>“Oh.&nbsp; Uh….” He whispered to the panelled wood, his face still completely burning.&nbsp; “Well…..have good night!” He called out, not thinking how THAT would sound considering his discovery.&nbsp; Groaning as it hit him, Corey tucked the empty bowl under his arm and skulked down the hall, determined NOT to think about what he had seen.&nbsp; Hopefully.<br><br><hr><div align="center"><em>End</em></div><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>04-03-2019, 19:15:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/m0Zmu2N.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MbTutcl.png)</div><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Bambi “Bam” Trémaux &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665939#msg14665939)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Third Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 ¾ inches / Rosewood / Unicorn Hair (https://i.imgur.com/ZLtC9NW.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> As pictured above.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 13th September, Mid-Morning <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Beauxbaton Library<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Relocated Hedgie <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Daniel Delgado. [Closed]</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Cheering others on, supporting them and just being there, in general, was something she knew she could do and do it well. If Daniel was worried about not having enough support should he be picked she would happily prove him wrong. The third-year beamed up at him, giving Hedgy one last adoring scritch before finally pulling her hand away. “You have to bring Hedgy with, the poor thing would fret without you, and you’d miss him too much if you left him behind.” She rocked back on her heels and folded her hands neatly behind her back, smiling a little more easily now that she was getting past her embarrassment.<br><br>“I’ll help you watch him,” she offered sincerely. “That way if you’re picked you won’t have to get distracted by worrying about him. Both of us will be there in the stands cheering you on.” She bit her lip in a moment of pause, considering her next words before taking a step back. “Just don’t make us worry about you too much, alright? I heard they had dragons the last time.”<br><br>But the moment she said it the path seemed clear, and Bambi realized that there <em>was</em> something she was good at that might be of use. Sure, there would be healers far more skilled than her own budding talents, but this was an opportunity she hadn’t considered until now. She just didn’t want to discourage or demotivate the young man by telling him she was going to brush up on her healing magic ‘just in case’. At least she had some sense. “I’ve got to get back to my studies. But, thank you again, Daniel. I appreciate what you did for me, stepping in like that. I hope to see you around more.”<br><br>With growing determination, Bambi gave one last wave and turned back to the overflowing shelves of books in the library.<br><br><hr><div align="center">End</div><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>04-03-2019, 19:47:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/z1bHpuX.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MbTutcl.png)</div><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Bambi “Bam” Trémaux &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665939#msg14665939)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Third Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 ¾ inches / Rosewood / Unicorn Hair (https://i.imgur.com/ZLtC9NW.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Beauxbaton Uniform, with her hair in fishtail braid<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2nd September, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Beauxbaton Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Opening Feast-- Student Council?<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Eliza and Valentin</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Bambi turned her eyes in the direction of where Eliza pointed, immediately recognizing her friend Florian. But it was the two women entangled next to him that her friend was indicating and a frown pulled down at the edges of Bambi’s lips. She didn’t know the women on a personal level, but from the mixed whispers about their persons, on top of what Bambi herself witnessed, she wouldn’t exactly describe them as kind or generous. Glued at the hip, they were more about sex, late-night drinking, and elevation than education and self-enrichment. Part of Bambi pitied them, but another part stayed far away from the troublesome pair since she liked to avoid drama at all costs. With a soft sigh, she caught Florian’s wink and shook her head.<br><br>“Trouble,” was her answer when she turned back to her friend. “As well as <em>troubled</em>. I shouldn’t be surprised Florian has made his way over to them.” She cast another look over her shoulder as if she might telepathically tell her friend to behave himself. Judging by the grin on his face and the upturned nose it wasn’t going to happen. <em>Unfortunate,</em> she thought to herself. <em>He could do so much better for himself…</em><br><br>She sat with a respectful silence as Eliza and Valentin made their exchanges and was quite proud of how far her friend’s French has come along. Valentin’s English, on the other hand…<br><br>Well. Bambi was known for blushing, but this particular shade of red was vibrant and she couldn’t help but sputter as he stood from the table and left. “<em>Oh mon,</em>” Thankfully there wasn’t too much sniggering. It seemed people were so determined to ignore the three of them that they overlooked the slip. Thankfully.<br><br>Clearing her throat, Bambi shifted in her seat and decided a change in topic was in order. “How about I show you around the school after supper, Eliza? Then I can help you unpack if you haven’t finished already.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>05-03-2019, 01:38:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static1.squarespace.com/static/53ef0880e4b0439bf8d24521/t/58ddd961d482e98aafe37dfc/1490934161317/the-laterals-evan-peters-1.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Derek Darley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14655389#msg14655389)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw 6th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 13 Inches | English Oak | Wampus Cat Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Gray Slacks, Ravenclaw Tie, Messy slightly untucked white button up, unbuttoned jacket. <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 6th of September, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Stairs Leading to Hufflepuff Common Rooms<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Umm... What?<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Ween - Buckingham Green (https://youtu.be/YBDluMsYN4c)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Curt, CLOSED </td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Curt had called Audrey crazy and for a second Derek felt his chest tense up and his breath caught in his throat. For a some reason it made him... kinda angry to hear someone talk about the woman he fantasized about constantly now in a bad light. Sure, she was really quirky and had the most awkward sense of humor, but that's why Derek liked her so much. He understood that humor and could make his own jokes, without having to worry about someone like Dior rolling their eyes and impatiently demanding that they acted a particular way. Audrey represented a situation where Derek felt comfortable and felt like he could trust being himself around her. <br><br>"Audrey is not crazy. Yeah, she's a little weird in good way, but she's not bonkers," Derek paused and leaned in to his friend. Since they were swapping stories, he had something to share as well. "You know I kissed her under the Whomping Willow," Derek said smiling with his teeth hidden over his lips. He looked rather ridiculous, but it came with Derek's awkward mannerisms. "I understand where you're coming from, mate. To each our own, but lets continue swapping these stories. I'm sure I'll fuck up eventually and need you to bail me out of it," Derek admitted. Always needing Curt's advice on things. In truth, Derek really looked up to Curt. <br><br>However, Curt's phone went off and Derek realized he had kept Curt longer than anticipated. Derek had a class to go to, as well, and he wasn't the type to be late for class. Even if he struggled to pay attention at times, he really enjoyed school and learning new forms of magic. He never knew when it would help him one day. <br><br>"Get out of here, mate," Derek said waving goodbye, but when Curt tried to turn away Derek would reach out and pat both of his hands on either side of Curt's shoulders. They were heavy, probably heavy with thought as Derek turned his head and said. "I appreciate you opening up to me about this. I'm sorry my sister was such a cunt, but forget about her. Tell me all about this hookup tonight in Hogsmede tomorrow," Derek patted his shoulders against Curt's shorter frame and then waved. <br><br>There was a chipper skip in his step as he headed off to his Charms class. The rainy cloud that hung over him the second his year started was starting to fade away. With his best friend restored, a beautiful prospect of a potential girlfriend, and the feeling of establishing himself on his own two feet --&nbsp; things were working out to be his best year yet! <br><br><div align="center"><em>End Scene</em></div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>07-03-2019, 15:58:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Hi7D4eI.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Audrey Thorup (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14662805#msg14662805)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fourth | Ravenclaw <br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle born <br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 ½ | Larch | Snallygaster heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Gray sweater in picture and dark jeans, with all black Converse<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September 2019 | Very late evening <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Dorm | Whomping willow<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Is it cool if I hold your hand? Is it wrong if I think it's lame to dance?<br>Do you like my stupid hair? Would you guess that I didn't know what to wear?<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Mindless Self Indulgence - Sex for Homework (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qAMxr7JwxN4)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Derek | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Curiosity got the better of Audrey as she and Derek ran as fast as they could. She managed to whip her head over her shoulder and sneak a peek at the conjured images of herself and Derek running in the opposite direction. The mirrored projections of them seemed to act as a distraction for the whomping willow to focus on, while the real Audrey and Derek ran in the opposite direction. <br><br>For what purpose… still remained a mystery to her. At least, for the moment.<br><br>She wasn’t sure what the potion was that Derek manifested, but then again, Derek was much better at potions than she was. He was much better at potions than the average student at Hogwarts, she would wager. But, even in class, she could not recall seeing a potion do what he managed to do with the mysterious liquids and a couple of hairs. As far as she knew, the only potion that came to mind which involved hairs of any kind, was a polyjuice potion. <br><br>Admittedly, there was no part of Audrey that wanted to have to chug down the acid looking, chunky potion with someone else’s hair in it. She would be fine with never knowing about the mysteries that lay at the bottom of that particular vial. <br><br>Derek reminded her not to stop running, which immediately made her wonder if she had slowed her pace. But, in response to that reminder, Audrey picked up her pace, her hand squeezing Derek’s a little harder as they went on. Suddenly, he stopped at the base of the tree. <br><br>Audrey’s heart was in her throat, pumping and beating violently as she panted - the streams of her breath visible clouds against the night sky. <br><br>She panicked a little as he bent down and started deftly searching for something on the tree. It wasn’t until then that she realized they were closer to the whomping willow branches than anyone was ever supposed to be. “Where’s what?!” Audrey asked, a little louder than her voice often carried. Derek continued feeling around until finally reaching what he was searching for. “Thank darkness,” she muttered in relief - a play on the much more common term, ‘thank goodness.’ <br><br>Derek talked about how the real knob was not him, but the bump on the tree. “Well, in America, knob pretty much just refers to door handles. But, either way, I’d give yours a twist.” Her smirk was slightly less overt than usual, given their unique circumstances. <br><br>The branches around them started to whiz through the air and captured both of their attention at once. Derek pressed the button and Audrey flinched, just barely managing to keep from screaming. But, all at once, silence fell around them. It was like time was standing still. The tree branches were frozen in place. And it was just Derek and Audrey, at the heart of that stillness. <br><br>He complimented her athleticism just in time to hear her gasping for breath. She held her hands on her hips, like her ribs were hurting. “Shut up,” she jokingly replied with a chuckle. Derek’s hands joined hers at her hips, inspiring Audrey’s to fall away to her sides, as their gazes lined up in the darkness of their newly tranquil surroundings. He tugged her close and made her waist press against him. <br><br>After cupping her chin, he confessed there was only one thing he wanted to do, then leaned down and kissed her. Audrey’s breath was stolen away just moments after she had gotten it back. Her lips fervently returned the passion of his kiss, her tongue sliding against his for the briefest of seconds, before their lips withdrew from each other. <br><br>Derek revealed they weren’t done yet, and that it was time for the trip to his personal Hell. He released her chin and slipped his hand against hers again, then led her through the tunnel and off they went, following the light from his wand. The end of the tunnel led to a dilapidated house, which looked as if it was a hazard to stand in. One quick look around and Audrey figured out where they were. <br><br>“Is this the Shrieking Shack? You’re not about to turn into a werewolf on me, are you?” She asked, though her wide eyes grew a little wider as she turned to face him. She bit her lip and closed the space between them, without actually touching him. “What are we doing here?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>09-03-2019, 19:43:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/3d/59/07/3d5907ad1382a4def0eb0075c2bc128a--evan-peters-man-candy.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Derek Darley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14655389#msg14655389)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw 6th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 13 Inches | English Oak | Wampus Cat Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Blue Jeans, White T-Shirt, Gray and Black Jacket, Messy Trainers<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September 2019 | Very Late Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; Shrieking Shack &gt;&gt;&gt; Darley Penthouse<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Sharing his Hell with Audrey<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Psycho Killer - Talking Heads (https://youtu.be/tqQGWhge5yo)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Audrey, CLOSED </td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>"I wish it was that interesting," Derek said with a laugh when Audrey mentioned him turning her into a werewolf. "I'm sure you'd like that too much though," Derek added in with a grin as he leaned up against the wall. He wasn't in any hurry to gather himself and head over to the next place. In fact, the Shrieking Shack was somewhere that he had often frequented. For another reason that he wouldn't wish to tell Audrey--this was currently another Hell for him. Eyes lingered to the old table, torn up curtains, and bed with springs emerging from the pillow tops of the bed. <br><br>"In truth, I only took you this route hoping to get a thrill out of you. How boring would it have been if I just said, 'Meet me in Hogsmede and we'll go from there.' Plus, it's a shortcut to get here faster," Derek joked before kicking himself off of the wall and then walking over to her. His hands went to her hips again as he looked into the darkness of her hair. The darkness of her eyes. She was so beautiful and such a dark contrast to everything he thought he would have preferred in a woman. She kept him on his toes. <br><br>"But I thought before we continue our descent into Hell," Derek said with his fingers slipping to the corners of her sweater. Tugging on it just slightly to pull her in close again. "I could steal another kiss from you, before you go polishing off my door handle," Derek said in his awkward tone. Always finding a way to completely miss the mark in regards to an expression of taking a sweet moment and making it just a bit more awkward. This time Derek pulled Audrey in closer. Their kiss had been struck short from the Whomping Willow's detection of them. Derek hadn't done all he wanted to do. The taste of Audrey's tongue was still in his mouth. <br><br>His hand clasped behind her neck and he leaned down to pull her up toward him. The fingers intermingling with the raven locks as he gave her a soft kiss. Opening his mouth to have his soft muscle push past her lips and dance with her tongue. He breathed in through his nose and slipped his hand to the small of her back. Pulling her into him close as his eyes closed. His lips rotated around hers, and he even groaned into their kiss. "Gods, you're so beautiful," Derek said pulling away from their kiss eventually. Knowing that he was hard as a rock inside of his pants, but he didn't dare to show Audrey. He'd suffer through those blue balls for her. <br><br>He waited a moment and then headed toward the door. "It's a good thing I'm not a killer, or you definitely wouldn't have made it out of here. However, feel free to use this trick for anyone that decides to get on your shit list this year," Derek then paused and tensed his brow. "With the exception of me... please don't kill me," he said in a rather serious tone. "C'mon," he then said lingering toward the door and waiting for her.<br><br><div align="center">~*~*~</div><br>Derek too Audrey along for the walk past the Shrieking Shack and then into the streets of Hogsmede. He was rather secretive about where they were going until the met the largest building in Hogsmede. A quick plugin of his code and then a small walk down the hallway lead to Derek using his key to open the door that lead to the Darley Penthouse. <br><br>The place was beautiful, elaborate with modern furnishings, and large windows that had the night sky beaming in. Derek closed the door behind him with a clink against the frame and pulled his wand out to turn on the lights throughout the house with a mutter of a spell. The place screamed money. It screamed expensive. Pretentious and prestigious. It screamed modern Pure Bloods.<br><br>"This is my Hell," Derek said with a matter of fact tone as his hand slipped behind his head. Scratching the wavy curls that never seemed to rest straight. He paused for a few moments, but took a second to really open up to Audrey. To let her know exactly what was on his mind and give her a taste inside of Derek, and not just the clumsy, romantic, and kinda messy person that he was. "In truth, sometimes I feel like they accidentally made a mistake and bundled me with Dior inside our mom's belly. All of my family members fit the mark of a Darley so well, but..." Derek looked at the place which one would day possibly be in his name, if his sister let him have it at this rate. <br><br>"... I don't know. I feel as if I never quite fit in. Being here and in these places with my family feels like Hell. It's torture," Derek added. Realizing at this moment that was why he was so drawn to Audrey. She was so different from this life. An American. A muggle born. Snarky and caked in layers of truthful sarcasm. Not trying to be anyone but herself. It was perfect to him. His eyes softened as he looked to her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2019, 01:22:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9vuHhhf.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> <strong>Dyani Hawthorne</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14685893#msg14685893)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Slytherin | 3rd<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pure<br><strong>WAND:</strong> Ash | Rougarou | 9 ½ inches | Crooked and Firm<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Fuck you too, Loveday! (https://i.imgur.com/A5JjQ3q.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 2, 2019 | Late Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hog's Head Inn<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Flabbergasted Dyani gets dragged off by angry Loveday - Then kissed!<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Loveday (Red Phoenix), closed but PM RedPhoenix &amp; Amarlo if you'd like to join</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><i>Aaah</i>, well wasn't this a <i>blissfully</i> familiar sensation? A little <i>too</i> familiar, if you ask me. It felt the same every single time, and Dyani always found herself frozen in awe by just how soft those Geordie lips were. <i>Nothing</i> about Loveday was soft. She was pure iron will on a body that could bend Dyani like a soft pretzel. It was always so <i>distracting</i>.&nbsp; So very much so that Dyani always found her lips lingering, captive alongside her brain far longer than she might have wanted.<br><br>Dyani gasped, <i>twice</i>. Once for the kiss, and again for the hand slipping gruffly up her thigh. The blonde captured that hand by pure instinct, offensively defending the hem of her skirt from being invaded despite that little yearning shiver that stealthily traced its way up her spine. Loveday may have gotten her that way in the old days, but Dyani was more alert now! At least that’s what she told herself ... until the cat calls started. <br><br>Old habits died hard after all, and just like always the pub’s entourage of shameless bastards were more than happy to start howling and whistling at the lip locked pair. Dyani’s eyes nearly popped out of her head in shock, having forgotten where they were for a moment too long. Bright red stole all the way up to her ears, accenting just how pink her usually pallid skin became with a vengeance. In a knee jerk response, the woman ripped her mouth free, pointedly smacking against the Geordie’s shoulder. <acronym title="Wanna die?!">“Haluta kuolla?!”</acronym> The Finnish blonde spat as she turned her tomato red face away from anyone that might see it, most of all <i>Loveday</i>, and hid the lower half of behind the back of her hand. <br><br>“Stop doing that!” She hissed in her embarrassment, turning to kick at one of her shins in a huff - even as she continued to hide her raspberry colored cheeks. Dyani never really did do PDA's very well... It just went against the very nature of her upbringing. But she was now thoroughly convinced Loveday would be the death of her one day. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>10-03-2019, 03:12:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Mc7q2VL.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> <strong>Loveday Marley</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14656426#msg14656426)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff, 4th <br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> Poplar with Thunderbird Feather core, 12"<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Heels, Fishnets, Leather Miniskirt, Short Leather Jacket over Arrows top<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 2, 2019 | Late Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On the way to the Hog's Head Inn<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Angry Loveday Drags Dyani to get Mahhhhtal<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> I Like You So Much Better When You're Naked (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VkVy2FeqIyc)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dyani (Amarlo), closed </td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>The word "connoisseur" was not one that would leap to the forefront of the mind when one thought of Loveday. It wasn't a word typically reserved for the most bone jarring Quidditch collisions or fast-paced string of incomprehensible yet still highly hurtful insults one could string together. But if there was one subject matter of which Ms. Marley was a veritably loquacious purveyor it was the squirm.<br><br>People squirmed in so many different ways, not all of them so delightful as Dyani. Some did not squirm so much as convulse, or spasm, an off-putting display to say the least. Others squirmed so meekly they might be a tremor or a wobble. And then, then there were those like Dyani, who squirmed not because they were frightened, disgusted, or timidly reluctant, no Dyani squirmed when she was turned on and wouldn't admit it. And these squirms were the most delightful one could imagine, and to a connoisseur like Loveday, it was like catching a unicorn.<br><br>Caught was what Dyani certainly was at the moment. The hand that trapped Loveday's on her thigh might have thought that it was holding the Geordie watch from going further up her legs, but in truth it was simply caressing those fingers at a spot right where they were happy to be, pressing softly but firmly into a deliciously soft thigh. Those fingers did not squirm, no, they deliberately and rhythmically pressed a tattoo into Dyani's pliable flesh. A rap-tap-tap-tap like one letting their nails fall on a wooden table to pass the time. They'd move up, sooner or later, probably sooner, but they would move when they pleased.<br><br>The hand that was holding Dyani about her waist did ease up to let her wiggle, Dyani's wiggling was an essential part of her squirm after all, one may as well take away an artist's brushes as deny this, but the moment she was done with her lovely movements it was right back where it had started, pressing and squeezing as it held her close. But then it started to slowly move up her side as Loveday grinned her wolfish grin.<br><br>She didn't take the cheers as cat calling so much. Peppered in with the purely perverted commentary was a few "Get 'er Loveday"s the same way any of the rough crowd of warlocks would be cheered on for necking with a pretty blonde. They knew her well enough than to fit her into the same food group as Dyani. Most of them. The ones that didn't would learn soon enough. Not that Loveday even glanced in their direction once. They were just the backup singers.<br><br>"Aw, what's wrong Dyani?" She asked with a boldly forced fraudulent empathy. It wasn't that Loveday didn't care about Dyani, quite the opposite, it was just that she didn't quite think <em>this</em> was a problem. Nothing that produced one of Dyani's squirms could ever be a problem in Loveday's mind. <br><br>"Stop doin' what?" She asked innocently, her hand pausing just for a very slight grope at Dyani's far side breast on it's way up to stroke her hair softly, petting her gently. "There there love," she cooed, her fingers still pressing their rhythm, her other hand petting her girl gently, the slap to her shoulder may as well not have happened for all the reaction it got. <br><br>The attempt to kick her though, well, that was a mistake. Loveday's crossed legs uncrossed for just a moment before quickly wrapping about the offending foot that thrust at her thigh like a pair of snakes snatching up a hand that came to catch them, squeezing around it in their soft, fishnetted loveliness and holding it firmly there. Loveday smiled her smug confident smile now. It didn't matter that she'd let go of her waist, she had her by the legs. "Oh careful there love, don't fall out." She cooed with a tremendously smug smirk.<br><br>"Now there darling just relax and-" without warning Loveday's hand stopped petting her hair and tugged it hard, closer to her, shoving her hand away from her face with her own she pressed her lips there hard again, her tongue sliding in right away as she forced the girl's mouth open with her own and kissed her with a vigorous drunken passion as her hand took advantage of the confusion and slid a few inches further between her thighs. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>10-03-2019, 05:34:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Hi7D4eI.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Audrey Thorup (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14662805#msg14662805)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fourth | Ravenclaw <br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle born <br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 ½ | Larch | Snallygaster heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Gray sweater in picture and dark jeans, with all black Converse<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September 2019 | Very late evening <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Whomping willow | Shrieking Shack | Darley Penthouse<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Is it cool if I hold your hand? Is it wrong if I think it's lame to dance?<br>Do you like my stupid hair? Would you guess that I didn't know what to wear?<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Mindless Self Indulgence - Sex for Homework (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qAMxr7JwxN4)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Derek | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Audrey feigned shock when Derek implied that she might have liked it a bit too much if he turned out to be a werewolf. “Yeah, you know, I actually have a collection of animal shaped dildos and the barbed, knotted ones are my favorite. At least, I imagine a werewolf dick would look like that.” She shrugged her shoulder, speaking too nonchalantly for the subject matter at hand. “Well, I guess you can show me later. That way I can know for sure.” Audrey sounded a little too chipper about it all, which only added to her usual level of uncomfortable humor. <br><br>Derek admitted he only took her this way to get to Hogsmeade, because it was more interesting than just walking there or taking one of the tunnels from Hogwarts. Admittedly, she was honored that he went to any sort of trouble at all, for her. Though, he truly didn’t have to. Audrey’s smile formed, but it was subtle - made even harder to see in the darkness that shrouded them. “You didn’t have to,” she spoke softly, making sure he would gather that she appreciated it, regardless. “I would have enjoyed a quiet walk to Hogsmeade just as much as almost getting bludgeoned to death by the whomping willow.” <br><br>When he pushed off of the wall and neared her again, she wet her lips with a quick flick of her tongue, perhaps out of habit, or perhaps out of wishful thinking. As his hands settled against her hips, she looked up into his eyes and admired the near black color of them. They were so dark, they reminded her of black coffee; two mugs full. Her back dipped and her hips angled closer to his. He continued to speak, but in their close proximity, it was becoming harder for Audrey to pay attention. She was already getting dizzy, especially as the adrenaline started to fade.<br><br>Then he tugged her a little closer and mentioned stealing another kiss before she polished his door handle. Audrey’s brows quirked, but she went along with it. “I think it could use a spit shine.” Between the two of them with all of their awkward phrasing and missed marks, it was no wonder they had gravitated toward each other. Yet, anyone who may have been eavesdropping likely would have been concerned for their sanity. Well, serves them right for sneaking a listen into a conversation that was none of their business in the first place. <br><br>Derek pulled her closer, and she had no intention of fighting him. In fact, it sent an entirely different kind of rush to flow through her, when he took control. To say that she liked it would be a severe understatement. Audrey’s hands reached out for Derek’s chest, her fingers clamping loosely onto his shirt, while his hand became tangled in her dark locks. His lips touched hers gently, zapping her insides with another shocking current. He deepened the kiss and Audrey’s mouth mirrored his, her lips parting wider, her head tilting further and her tongue wrestling with his lovingly. His groan seeped into her mouth and caused Audrey to murmur her pleasure. “Mmmn.”<br><br>When their kiss ended, because they both required more air into their lungs, Derek whispered that she was beautiful. Audrey’s smile was a rare one, in that moment. She looked flattered and almost bashful. The faint blush on her cheeks only helped create such an image. Audrey’s hands slid down his chest before falling away from his torso altogether. A nervous sort of chuckle bubbled out of her, throatily. But, surprisingly, she didn’t seem to have a thing to say. For the first time, Derek had left her speechless. Audrey chewed on the inner corner of her cheek, hopeful that this was just the first of many times to come.<br><br>Audrey followed him to the door, grasping his hand as they made their way there. His suggestion to use this place for anyone on her shit list was met with a grin of appreciation. “And miss the satisfaction of stabbing pins through my voodoo dolls?” She rhetorically asked, smirking. When he requested that she not kill him, Audrey belted out a laugh. “Please don’t ever give me a reason to.” With that settled, they took off to their next location. <br><br><hr><br>They walked hand in hand to their next destination, though Derek gave little away until they arrived at the tallest building in all of Hogsmeade. The town used to be considered sleepy, but after some renovations and a few upgrades that made it more appealing to a younger crowd, it was on the verge of becoming a bustling tourist town. The tallest building was like a skyscraper standing in a cornfield. It stuck out like a sore thumb, but there were plans to make many more just like it, and with the benefit of magic, it could be done without really having to change Hogsmeade and its sleepy appearance all that much. <br><br>Derek plugged a code in, then led her down a hallway and used his key to open a door that led to an enormous palace of a place. It felt like a museum to Audrey - everything was so pristine and extravagant. It seemed like a place that had all sorts of alarms and priceless possessions. Audrey tucked her arms at her sides, suddenly afraid of accidentally touching anything, in case she managed to break it. Though, the urge to find something to steal was really strong. But, she tried her best to behave, knowing that Derek had brought her here for a specific reason. She looked to him again, a bit of concern etched onto her face. He seemed like he was holding his breath.<br><br>This was Derek’s Hell, he informed her. Audrey released a small breath. Derek took a while to loosen up enough to explain that he didn’t feel like he belonged. Like the rest of his family were meant to be there, but he was the one who didn’t fit. He explained that it was torture to live with them, to be a part of his own family. Audrey’s head lowered as she let his words sink in. A few beats of her heart later, she stepped closer to Derek, but despite her attempts, kept her head lowered. <br><br>“I know what you mean. Like, my dad never… wanted to be a part of my life.” She glanced at Derek, just to gauge his expression, before her gaze fell away again. “He didn’t want to have anything to do with me. I couldn’t even really ask my mom about him. Talking about him just made her upset. She kept every detail about him from me so that I literally couldn’t go out and look for him someday. But, honestly? I don’t want to.” She shrugged her shoulders, shaking her head, her slightly wavy, dark locks, bouncing as she did. “If he doesn’t want to be in my life, then I don’t want to be in his.” <br><br>She reached out for Derek’s hands, fitting hers with his so that her fingers laced between his. “You don’t have to fit in with your family.” Her head tilted to the side as she finally forced herself to meet his gaze. “And besides, I like you better because you’re an outsider.” Audrey glanced behind her at the ornate decorations, then shook her head at them. “You don’t need any of this. This isn't who you are. You’re not defined by any of this. It’s all… bullshit.” <br><br>Audrey leaned in, pressing onto the tips of her toes to extend herself high enough to press her lips against his, lightly. When she leaned back again, she smiled darkly. “Besides, if you were anything like your family… I wouldn’t be here with you. You’d be calling me a mudblood to my face and fantasizing about me naked in the shower, hoping your pretentious family never found out.” She shook her head faintly. “That’s not what I want,” she whispered into his ear, her hot breath cascading over his ear and along his neck. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>10-03-2019, 10:12:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/157248580/superthumb.jpg?t=1421326786)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Hayley Alexandria Michelson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665439#msg14665439)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff / 4th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> HALFBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 in. /Acacia/Thunderbird tail feather<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> this (http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o0JnlpFJVRE/VFDPf4y1a1I/AAAAAAAAPJs/2n8ZA2Z4ZDc/s1600/ebba_1.jpg), and a pair of sneakers<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 12th September, LATE evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Library, Hogwarts<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Michael, open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr>"Well here's hoping, at least I'm having fun researching the subject anyway. So it really is no loss if whomever the champion is doesn't want my help. At least I'll have a good understanding of what is going on." Hayley nodded seeming happy to accept that as some small prize. She simply nodded as Michael insisted that there was no need to apologize. But there would most likely be another one coming at some point. It was just an impulse of hers, though she honestly wasn't sure when it had started or where it stemmed from. But Hayley often found herself apologizing for a great many things in her life.<br><br>It was nice to hear that someone else sucked at dealing with people as well. But she doubted that Michael really had as hard a time as she did. Then again who knew, perhaps he'd feel like a hot mess some days as well. Hayley was never one to judge people, but she found Michael easy to get along with so perhaps it was her own thoughts making it hard to think of him as being bad with people. To her, he seemed like a big teddy bear of a man. Not that she would tell him that, "I imagine that is the case, though with some animals it may be safer. Granted," she tilted her head a bit, "Something tells me you aren't the type to spook easily when it comes to creatures." Hayley made her observation. It seemed that learning about them from book or hands one is part of what made Michael happy. She could only see how he'd light up at the chance to really meet some of his favorites face to face.<br><br>"Hmm...oh well actually," Hayley moved around a few pages and seemed happy when pulling one forward, "I had just read about one tournament where their champions had to deal with a creature called Blast-Ended Shrewts and I can't make heads or tails...or figure out which end is head or tails." she laughed softly and moved her notes over and reached for the book that had the passage about the challenge in it. "I have no idea what to make of the creatures really. So I'd love any input you might have on them?" she asked with a smile. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>10-03-2019, 22:45:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/Drunkria.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/e/ea/BeauxbatonsCrestClearBg.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/350?cb=20160630041801)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Ria Delestrac (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658834#msg14658834)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Year 7<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-Blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 | Vine | Veela hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Blouse in picture, hair up in a bun with loose hairs framing her face. Wearing the blouse as a dress with black boy-short panties spilling out the back. Wearing fishnet tights as pants with black heels.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Wednesday, 4th September, 2019 | Very late in the night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hallways outside men's dorms<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Being incredibly drunk, trying to sober up and find her room<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Maps (https://youtu.be/oIIxlgcuQRU)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Florian (M), CLOSED </td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>"You always taste deli--" Ria began to say before...<br><br><em>Hiccup!</em> They were back.<br><br>Ria's body almost jumped with how strong her hiccup was as she stood and looked at Florian with a goofy smile on her face. Even if she was absolutely smashed still, her eyes gave off that look that they could flutter and fall asleep any minute from now. However, Florian's soothing voice and charm could keep her up for hours even while she was at her most tired. "It's been torture going to these parties and spending all this dreary time in Beauxbatons without you," Ria pouted her lips again and slipped her hand on Florian's chest. Leaning most of her weight on him. The back of her dress heavily ridden up at this point as she took a long sigh. <br><br><em>Hiccup!</em><br><br>"I'm trying to find my bed," Ria admitted with a saddened stare. "However, naturally it makes sense that I'm lingering toward yours. I have been thinking about you all night," Ria confessed. Not something that she usually did with Florian. Sure, she'd spend plenty of time talking his ear off and making her tell him his elaborate stories. However, unlike the many men that she had shamelessly barely known kissed, slept with, or who knows what... she had never done that with Florian. Why? Because part of her knew deep down that she actually liked him. Still, her in a drunken haze was not the best time to let the younger man know, but her drunken mind didn't know that.<br><br>Anyway, she probably wouldn't remember this once she woke up anyway. <br><br>"This castle gets more and more confusing. Maybe you can come to my bed...<em>hiccup</em>... maybe even stay for a while?" Ria sad with those drunken glossy eyes. Walking to his side and latching her arm to his side. "I won't take no for an answer, because you're too much of a gentleman to abandon me, right?" Ria said with that sly smile. Her body already started moving toward a direction, but unfortunately that direction was nowhere close to where the women's corridors were located. <br><br>"When we go to Hogwarts for the tournament...<em>hiccup</em>... are you still going to be my chatty little friend? I'd be so lost without you," Ria asked as she attempted to navigate, already incredibly lost. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>11-03-2019, 06:14:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e5/b4/fd/e5b4fdcf53950ca187eb25ef041cca2d.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Michael Oakes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14703824#msg14703824)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff / 7th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle-Born<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 14" | Sycamore | Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> A blue T-Shirt, A rugged jacket and combats all scratched and marked.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 12th September, LATE evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Library, Hogwarts<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> For once studying late<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Hayley, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Michael shook his head lightly, aiming not to be too harsh but wanting to make a point. "I know what you mean, Hayley, but don't beat yourself up before you start." He always tried to encourage her wherever he could. If he'd been a bit more useful at it it might've helped more, but he tried at least. Michael, now he was one of the older students in his house, had become something of a wholesome figure for a fair few of the younger students, blindly optimistic regardless of their woes. <br><br>"At least you know where you stand with an animal." He smiled. So far as he was concerned that was the thing that gave him the most trouble around people. They lied, and manipulated and stabbed each other in the back just to climb a little higher. He couldn't stand that side of people, and it never failed to give him trouble. Gossip totally passed him by. He couldn't fathom how mocking another behind their back could possibly be entertaining. "When you get kicked, bit and scratched enough you learn to roll with the mauling, I guess." He chuckled, making light of his own recklessness in the face of dangerous animals.<br><br>He was quite glad when the topic turned to studying, knowing he'd at least have good knowledge of the subject. He nodded when she mentioned Blast-Ended Skrewts. He had a basic understanding of them, though he had to agree they were odd. With a smile he glanced over the challenge, then launching into the input he had. "Both end's tails, there." He noted at first. "Stingers on those for the males, suckers on the females. Both dangerous though, those suckers drain blood." He noted. Some assumed the female's suckers were less dangerous, but massive amounts of blood loss begged to differ. <br><br>"As for the heads it's best not to worry about them. Just about impossible to locate, and certainly impossible&nbsp; to target." Michael was trying to focus on the combative side of things. That'd be what was relevant for the tournament. "A large aspect, really, is their size." He smiled lightly. "They can be ten feet long, which makes them very fast and physically powerful even before you account for the blasts, stings and suckers." He kept a half-smile but had to note. "Hopefully none of them this year. Past all the physicality those things are very, very angry beasts." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lovely Complex</strong> on <strong>11-03-2019, 06:42:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/charlie-carver-teen-wolf.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/f/f3/DurmstrangCrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20160112161151)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Elias Johannson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14661285#msg14661285)<br><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong> SIXTH<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11" | Dogwood | Dragonheartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This (https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DQHG7DNUMAALM1e.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, September 2nd | Supper Time<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Outside<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Smokin' and now, lusting over Urvan<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <strong>Urvan</strong> | Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">It was no doubt that the two of them missed each other and honestly, Elias was happy the moment he had seen Urvan walk through the doors of Durmstrang after the summer. Sure, it was a few months ago but Urvan definitely had his ways of making the summer memorable in his own way. It was a risky move on Elias' part to be seen with him but no risk, no reward and in this case, it was a risk that he was willing to take. He'd never admit that openly to Urvan because the fear of hurting him made Elias sick to his stomach. He had hoped that nothing would come between them so that they could see where things develop from here.<br><br>It felt like Urvan wanted to slip his tongue into his mouth but pulled back before going further with the action. It would've been a sweet blend with their smoke scented lips and to add in their tongues would've made the sweet recipe complete. Elias couldn't help but smile and even giggled whenever Urvan gave him four pecks to the lips, shying away to stare at the ground beneath them for a moment before he turned his attention back to Urvan, blushing. <strong>"I hope you do, Urvan and I hope to add on to whatever you show me."</strong> Elias commented, eyes focused on the male across from him now as he finally pulled back fully and took a couple of steps back. Elias, on the other hand, was frozen and couldn't move because he was mesmerized for the moment.<br><br>The day was nice and all but being with Urvan, his day burned a little brighter. His wrist was in Urvan's grasp and Elias saw the smoke being blown from Urvan's mouth and heard his question. Of course, Elias wanted to answer it honestly and be like fuck his brother but they were doing something that was bold and daring and whether Urvan felt the same way or not, Elias loved the little riskiness between them. Elias pondered on that question a little while longer, finally shrugging his shoulders and offered him a response. <strong>"I think that you should leave my brother up to me."</strong> He had muttered, back pressed against the wall now as Urvan took a step back. <strong>"Plus, with this whole tournament situation coming up, he won't be around to notice much. Anyone from Durmstrang for that matter."</strong><br><br>That was, of course, his own opinion as people still might get suspicious about what's going on between them. Either way, Elias didn't or wouldn't care but he did have to take Urvan's feelings into consideration here, as well. He sighed at Urvan's statement, running his hand over his face before he stuffed his hands into his pockets. <strong>"Oh, please. My brother isn't exactly a peeper."</strong> He had joked, trying to make light of the situation. <strong>"But like I said, Urvan, leave him up to me and I will handle it."</strong> He had paused to gaze up into the male's eyes. <strong>"For the both of us."</strong> He reassured Urvan with his stare and lifted himself up off of the wall.<br><br>Elias walked closer to Urvan, his hand would trail along the arm of him, a smirkish look would glance up at Urvan from Elias. <strong>"Speaking of peeping, thinking something here, Urvan?"</strong> He had questioned but it was meant jokingly, although, he was now rather intrigued to hear his response. Urvan's last question did not make Elias change his glance or motions as he shrugged his shoulders before responding. <strong>"I would hope not, Urvan. After all, I make the choice of who I like, right? So, it really isn't anyone else's business but mines and yours."</strong> Elias admitted as his hand would trail over his arm before resting his hand into Urvan.<br><br><strong>"Are you nervous, Urvan?"</strong> Of course, Elias was because of his blood status, which didn't make him like Urvan any less. In his eyes, all wizards were the same, no matter what. Unfortunately, not everyone saw that in his world. His father and brother especially didn't see it the way that Elias did, which sucked even more.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>12-03-2019, 04:18:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/b02e011615ece6e88a1a509202036593/tumblr_p0t439a2t41webposo1_500.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/e/ea/BeauxbatonsCrestClearBg.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/350?cb=20160630041801)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Florian Fournier (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14666182#msg14666182)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> 5th<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> HALFBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 ¾ inches, whippy - Walnut - Unicorn Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Silk pajama pants in Beauxbatons blue and a white v-neck t-shirt.&nbsp; Barefoot.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Wednesday, Sept. 4th, Very late<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hall just outside his dorm<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> What do we have here?<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ria - Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Ria was very drunk, Florian noted, his eyes going quite wide as she hiccuped very loudly in his face, interrupting what he hoped was about to be something very revealing.&nbsp; Of course, this was not the first time he had seen Ria this way, not by a long shot, but it was the first in quite some time when he had been sober to see it.&nbsp; Wit that thought in mind, a wide grin continued across Florian’s face, and expression all the wider as Ria leaned her lush body against his.<br><br>“Oh, but not more torturous parties alone for you, Ria darling…” Florian laughed, his arm slipping with practiced ease around her waist, the slightest tug bringing her more firmly against his side than just her leaning would have allowed.&nbsp; “Here we are together, and if Beauxbatons was not enough, we shall have three schools to conquer while abroad.”&nbsp; He laughed, inhaling deeply of her scent of mixed perfume and partying.<br><br>“Now, as for my bed, indeed you would have never found like this.&nbsp; Best for all if we get you into yours…” The young frenchman continued, his hand dipping lower ever so briefly, just catching the place where her dress/blouse ended and her panties began as he steered her in a quick circle until they were facing the right way.&nbsp; If that kind of motion was enough to make her sick, be he know now.&nbsp; “Yes, let’s get you into bed, I am more than willing to stay long enough to make sure you are….firmly placed.”&nbsp; Florian said, thinking that if she leaned much more against him, he’d be more than a little firm himself.<br><br>With the two of them pointed in the right direction, Florian started steering them with unerring accuracy of experience towards the girls dorms.&nbsp; “Oh well…”&nbsp; The chatty little friend comment stung a bit, and even for someone like Florian made him doubt himself for a second.&nbsp; A quick second.&nbsp; “Of course I will be.&nbsp; I couldn’t leave you lost without me, adrift in a sea of men unable to meet your needs.&nbsp; How cruel do you think I am?&nbsp; Now, I believe you mentioned something about thinking about me?”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>12-03-2019, 15:00:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/157248580/superthumb.jpg?t=1421326786)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Hayley Alexandria Michelson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665439#msg14665439)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff / 4th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> HALFBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 in. /Acacia/Thunderbird tail feather<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> this (http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o0JnlpFJVRE/VFDPf4y1a1I/AAAAAAAAPJs/2n8ZA2Z4ZDc/s1600/ebba_1.jpg), and a pair of sneakers<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 12th September, LATE evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Library, Hogwarts<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Michael, open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr>Hayley smiled as Michael encouraged her as he always did. He really was one of the nicest guys around the school. He looked after the people around him and even tried to his best with her. There was a time when Hayley might have had a crush on him. But she quickly realized he was just being himself, and being nice. So she quietly squished those thoughts down before they could cause her any disappointment. Still, she smiled every time he tried to encourage her, "I know it's one of my bad habits." she shrugged lightly and pushed back her red locks behind her ears.<br><br>"This is very true, plus I think they can tell a lot about a person. I know that Moonpie has never been wrong about a person." Hayley laughed a bit, "Silly I know, but I trust his judgment." she shrugged knowing that believing such a thing was sometimes thought of as stupid. But it just seemed like most animals really did have a sixth sense. "Yeah and it seems no matter how much you learn about a creature from a book, you still never really know what you're going to be dealing with." she made the observation but realized the same could be said about people. Though with animals their reactions tended to be in direct proportion of what they encounter.<br><br>Hayley listened to Michael's description on the Blast-Ended Skrewts. The creature really did look like the thing of nightmares, or some horrible video game creation one would have to defeat. She took notes and tried to make sense of everything that Michael was explaining. "This helps, I honestly couldn't tell which end was...well the end." Hayley softly laughed and nibbled her lower lip for a moment as she thought of possible ways of dealing with the beasts, "How would you deal with it? I'm not sure a blasting charm would work, their hides seem very tough. And as you said they are huge," she shook her head, "And here I thought dragons were bad." Hayley smirked softly, "What so what sort of animal would hope to see? If you could see any kind this year?" she asked the random question out of curiosity. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>13-03-2019, 01:04:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e5/b4/fd/e5b4fdcf53950ca187eb25ef041cca2d.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Michael Oakes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14703824#msg14703824)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff / 7th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle-Born<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 14" | Sycamore | Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> A blue T-Shirt, A rugged jacket and combats all scratched and marked.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 12th September, LATE evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Library, Hogwarts<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> For once studying late<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Hayley, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Michael was glad Hayley listened to his encouragement. The younger hufflepuff might not be bold, but he liked to think she was maybe a little more confident than when he first met her. "Not as bad as my bad habits!" He joked, trying to keep things light hearted. Michael's recklessness was fairly well known, as was his penchant for getting into trouble despite aiming to be a good student. Sometimes his curiosity simply got the better of him.<br><br>He grinned wide, thankful for the slight change in tone, when Hayley mentioned Moonpie. He definitely felt similarly about Owl. It'd been a while since he'd had to explain why his Owl was named Owl, now. "They definitely can. It's not silly at all, I feel exactly the same way about Owl." Michael knew Hayley at least wouldn't need that clarification. There was a slight not of agreement. Books could only teach you so much about animals, there was certainly no beating the combination of studying and practical experience. "The reality never quite matches up, but I like that."<br><br>"It's no problem." Michael assured her, always glad to talk about animals. "The key is to find a way to tip them over. They're very well armoured everywhere but the belly, but once their belly is exposed a simple blast will put them out of action with ease." He grinned slightly. Tipping them over was far, far easier said than done. "As for me, if I could see anything in the world, I suppose a Ukrainian Ironbelly dragon. Though they are very large and dangerous, and I'm not sure it would be wise, I would love to meet one of those." Michael tended to naturally identify with the larger side of the beast scale. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>13-03-2019, 05:05:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/Drunkria.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/e/ea/BeauxbatonsCrestClearBg.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/350?cb=20160630041801)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Ria Delestrac (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658834#msg14658834)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Year 7<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-Blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 | Vine | Veela hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Blouse in picture, hair up in a bun with loose hairs framing her face. Wearing the blouse as a dress with black boy-short panties spilling out the back. Wearing fishnet tights as pants with black heels.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Wednesday, 4th September, 2019 | Very late in the night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hallways outside men's dorms<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Being incredibly drunk, trying to sober up and find her room<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Charli XCX - Money (https://youtu.be/xH9TRnRlAAM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Florian (M), CLOSED </td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>It was reflex for Ria to wrap her arms around Florian's neck when he wrapped his arm around her waist. Even if she had somehow managed to tangle the madness of hair behind her head, it looked rather wild hanging in front of her face. Her slightly shorter frame nuzzling into Florian's slender neck when he helped her turn around with his hand on the small of her back. "Mmm..." she cooed into his neck and took a delayed response at responding back to his wonderful way of always calling her 'darling' and the utter charm that he oozed. Her breath was drunk with alcohol, but it was still warm against his neck as she briefly nuzzled her head against his shoulder. <br><br>"You smell good," she whispered into his ear and the sensation of her soft breast pressed against his arm, before she pulled back and looked at him with her bloodshot eyes. <br><br><em>Hiccup.</em><br><br>With time Ria found her balance once more and stumbled her way with Florian over the way to the women's dorms. Thinking nothing more of how he was easily able to find the women's dorms, and how Ria was instinctively able to locate the male dorm rooms before her own beds. A lingering feeling left her stomach as she looked behind her shoulder. Away from the comfort of the men's dorms. Away from the hopefulness that she would have slept in Florian's bed, rather than her own. <br><br>"Why do you have to be such a gentleman?" Ria mumbled in such a way that it could have been viewed as a compliment or possibly as a frustrating rant. She wouldn't elaborate on the matter further. Ignoring the comment of how she had been thinking of him. Feeling the odd sensation of feeling shy about a crush. <br><br>"Au contraire, mon ami," Ria sung to him in French when he mentioned him being cruel. Florian was anything but that to her, and for a moment she felt it on the tip of her tongue to tell him exactly how she fantasied about him in a dream the previous night. The feeling of his long curls against her face, the younger French man's lips against her own. Nothing like the lewd fantasies that she actually had. In the back of her mind it terrified her to have these sorts of feelings for someone. As most of the time she looked for the actual sensation of lust over the sensation of infatuation with someone's mind and charm. Plus, he was just a few years older than her brother. That often made her lip curl. <br><br>"You're my Prince Charming right now. Ushering me home before I turn into a pumpkin or these rich rags fall off of me. I'll need to find something better than a glass slipper to reward you with," Ria teased with sensual eyes before they finally reached the hallway of the girl's dorms. Ria had a private room near the end of the hallway. Her wand being the switch to open the lock, as she pulled it out of her pocket and pulled herself away from Florian. The zigzags of her fishnet tights looking uneven for her long night of partying. The hiccups were gone by now.<br><br>It wasn't until her wand opened the latch of the door that Ria turned around and looked over her shoulder. A genuine expression on her face as she said in her very matter-of-fact tone. "Florian," she said. "Why have you not tried to fuck me like all the other boys who sing me their sweet praises?" <br><br>It was direct, very blunt, and Ria knew that this was probably not the best time to bring this up. But... she did. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>17-03-2019, 08:07:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/157248580/superthumb.jpg?t=1421326786)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Hayley Alexandria Michelson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665439#msg14665439)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff / 4th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> HALFBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 in. /Acacia/Thunderbird tail feather<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> this (http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o0JnlpFJVRE/VFDPf4y1a1I/AAAAAAAAPJs/2n8ZA2Z4ZDc/s1600/ebba_1.jpg), and a pair of sneakers<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 12th September, LATE evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Library, Hogwarts<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Michael, open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr>Hayley smiled softly as Michael mentioned his bad habits. She'd only really heard of some of the adventures he'd apparently gotten himself into in passing. Not that she was sure that one could call them bad habits. "Does comparing bad habits count as a bad habit?" she asked with a laugh. Clearly, all of her nervous energy from before had faded away with the lighthearted conversation. Then again that usually wasn't hard around Michael. He had a way of putting people at ease, despite what one may think when first meeting him.<br><br>Hayley recalled the story behind the name of Michael's familiar. It was a quirky bit of info but in the end, it really did fit the duo. And that was important to the bond that was between wizard and familiar. It made her think of when she'd met Moonpie. The little owl with eyes filled with stars. She still believed there was so much more then meets the eye when it came to him. Granted Hayley may have been a bit bias when it came to Moonpie's awesomeness. "Hence the reason I have so much trouble with them. It's one of those subjects that you can't really understand till you get some hands-on experience." Hayley agreed to Michael's comment about the information one could learn about any animals.<br><br>In truth no matter how much you knew they could still end up surprising you. "It makes studying the challenges about them difficult. Because even if something they did during that moment worked, doesn't mean it could or would again. It's a bit frustrating, to say the least. Especially when I really want to be as helpful as possible." she smiled a bit, "Maybe we could work together, to help whichever champion gets chosen. Though I heard there might be more than one from each school." Hayley perked up a bit, "That would be great, to share the burden of the title. Well at least I think so, I know there are some people who would rather not share the prestige that comes with it." Hayley shrugged lightly knowing it would honestly just depend on the person.<br><br>Hayley continued to take notes as Michael suggested a way to deal with the beast in question. There was of course still so many things that could wrong. But having the information he provided could honestly make a real difference. Though she paused writing as Michael mentioned the dragon he'd love to meet. "They are very rare, too aren't they?" she asked with a curious smile, "Still I hope you get to meet one someday too. Though do try not to get eaten," she teased lightly and laughed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>18-03-2019, 03:12:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/b02e011615ece6e88a1a509202036593/tumblr_p0t439a2t41webposo1_500.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/e/ea/BeauxbatonsCrestClearBg.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/350?cb=20160630041801)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Florian Fournier (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14666182#msg14666182)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> 5th<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> HALFBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 ¾ inches, whippy - Walnut - Unicorn Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Silk pajama pants in Beauxbatons blue and a white v-neck t-shirt.&nbsp; Barefoot.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Wednesday, Sept. 4th, Very late<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hall just outside his dorm<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> What do we have here?<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ria - Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br>Florian had absolutely no issue at all with the way Ria hung on him as they traversed the hallways towards the girls dorms.&nbsp; Ria would have been correct of course that Florian knew this route well, although at this time of night he was usually going in the other direction, the irony of going TO the girls dorms with a girl he had never closed with was not lost on him in the least.<br><br>“Well, I don’t always HAVE to be a gentleman…” Florian admitted, his hand dipping low and for the briefest moment almost seeming like it was either going to palm Ria’s ass, or even slip within her boyshorts.&nbsp; Never one to shy away from teasing a bit though, and something was telling Florian that he was actually in a position to tease here, he put his hand back up to her waist just a moment later.<br><br>“Well, it does me no good for some other unworthy male to find you outside our dorms, and most particularly if your clothes are about to fall off.” He continued.&nbsp; “Although I hardly think you’ll turn into a pumpkin any time soon.” As Ria pulled away outside her door, Florian watched her with heated eyes.&nbsp; Although she was clearly operating on less than perfect judgement, there was never the less a large part of him that wanted to follow her into her room and spending the rest of the night giving her a very good reason to look so disheveled.<br><br>Surprisingly, it was Ria’s question, slurred out drunkening that stopped him even as he was starting to move to follow.&nbsp; “Oh, I have no doubt you will be able to reward me in a way that I’d never forget Victoria.” He grinned, a hand rising up to mirror her earlier motion, tracing a fingertip around the edges of her lush lips.&nbsp; “But you’ve hit on the very reason I don’t try to fuck you every chance I get.&nbsp; You see when I do try, I want to be sure you are in a place where you will remember each and every bit of it.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>18-03-2019, 04:42:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/80/10/93/8010931c7aa5262718f039b6887c517f.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/f/f3/DurmstrangCrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20160112161151)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Urvan Vsevolodovich (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14669809#msg14669809)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Durmstrang / 6th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> MUGGLE BORN <br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 | Chestnut | Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Traditional Uniform. Tattoos covered <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Feast - Outside<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Smokin'<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Bobby Vinton - Sealed With A Kiss (https://youtu.be/ZvP42bkrhO4)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Elias, OPEN</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>The escape to Hogwarts was going to be a breath of fresh air for Urvan. Even at Durmstrang he felt still had the overwhelming plague of his family's expectations of him. If they would have known that Urvan was falling for another man, and another wizard at that--it may have almost been as bad as Elias admitting that he was fooling around with a muggle born. These culture and class differences somehow made the longing for Elias even stronger. Tempted by the fate of what he could not have. Wondering what it would have been like to commit to something more than fuck buddies with Elias.<br><br>Urvan was afraid to admit it, but he was too scared to bring the subject up to Elias. Especially while Elias was making the corner's of his lips smile. The touch of his fingers up Urvan's arms sent goosebumps rolling up his spine. He licked his lips and drank in this moment. The strong structural and sharp features of his face painted perfectly across the backdrop. Gods, Elias was chiseled greater than the masterpieces done by Michelangelo or Da Vinci could even comprehend. It made his muse soar and at that moment he slipped his own hands out to Elias' sides. His fingers nipping on the shirt as he pulled him closer. <br><br>"No, I wouldn't dare of doing anything here," Urvan smirked in a low tone, and then slipped his fingers to Elias' chin. Pulling him in for that one final, long, and passionate kiss. Full of tongue as it explored his own mouth. The stubble on his chin gracing his face and his nostrils sucked in the air around him. Drinking him in as if he was his favorite drink. The hand on his shirt only dragged him in closer. Pressing him into Urvan as he continued to drink him in.<br><br>Damn the onlookers. Damn his parents and family. Damn Elias' too! Urvan wanted this man and one day he would have the courage to let him know just how badly it went beyond lust for him.<br><br>Eventually the lips pulled away from Elias and he looked at the door. "I'm not nervous anymore. Not about your brother that is," Urvan grazed the back of his fingers from his temple down to his chin. Giving Elias that one last look. "However, more than just Elliot will be wondering where we went to. You're right, we'll have plenty of time at Hogwarts to dive into whatever fun we found this summer," Urvan said biting his bottom lip and finally letting Elias' shirt go. <br><br>"Until then... you know where my room is and how to find me," Urvan finally let his lip slip out of his teeth. His desire for Elias growing, but the suppression that he practiced from his many summers around his parents slipped that familiar mask over his face. He looked calmer, less passionate, and more of the artistic man that he was as he headed toward the door back to the great hall. His body always leaning toward Elias, an eye always lingering on him, and his dreams hinting of what may be. <br><br><div align="center"><em>END SCENE</em></div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>26-03-2019, 18:24:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e5/b4/fd/e5b4fdcf53950ca187eb25ef041cca2d.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Michael Oakes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14703824#msg14703824)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff / 7th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle-Born<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 14" | Sycamore | Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> A blue T-Shirt, A rugged jacket and combats all scratched and marked.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 12th September, LATE evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Library, Hogwarts<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> For once studying late<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Hayley, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>"Probably." Michael nodded to her question about habits. He was glad that she'd&nbsp; relaxed a little, though he always seemed to manage to find a way to bring out the more laid back aspects of others. He laughed with her and kept up his trademark smile. Some people made it a challenge for Michael to remain his optimistic, positive self but it was never hard around Hayley. <br><br>"Well, at least you can chat to me. I've had the experience with most of the animals out there. And I plan to find it with the rest." He noted. It wasn't the same, of course, but talking to someone with practical experience always beat a book. At least in his eyes it did. He nodded along. She was making astute observations. "It does, but you can study the behaviour of the animals in general. They do things for a reason. And if you know how they think you can get to know how they'll respond to just about anything." He hoped that would be reassuring. Studying animals was more than possible, just a little different. <br><br>"I haven't looked at the structure of this year's tournament much, myself." He noted. Michael wasn't interested in competing and would rather focus on caring for the beasts who'd be involved in the tasks. "I'd like to think whoever it is that competes will be content to share their success." He smiled. Of course he knew there were plenty who wouldn't want to share at all, but he tried to forget about those types. <br><br>He paused a moment to let Hayley construct her notes, watching along as she wrote and nodding at her comment. "All dragons are very rare, really." He chuckled. "Which, much as I love them, is very fortunate for everything else." Michael laughed with her when she joked about being eaten, brushing off the danger. That potential eventuality didn't scare him at all. Of course being eaten would be horrifying, but he knew he'd make sure to handle the dragon right and he was confident that wouldn't happen. "I promise to try my best" He joked with a grin. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>03-05-2019, 16:34:48</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Continued from Grace's Post Here (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=301494.msg14832849#msg14832849)</strong></div><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.teenidols4you.com/blink/Actors/tom-holland/tom-holland-1506038045.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14675375#msg14675375)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor, 5th year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10inches, Sycamore, Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This instead (https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/434033016172707842/555916412598747155/tumblr_pan8p5Y6xs1x7tz9zo9_250.png?width=221&amp;height=300)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Sturday, October 26th, early evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Drink Time<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Grace</td></tr></tbody></table><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>Laughing as Grace crossed her arms and gave him that half glare that Corey knew meant he had gotten under her skin a bit, Corey nodded and turned to head off to the bar.&nbsp; &nbsp;Standing there surrounded by his peers, but somehow feeling like he was the youngest and most inexperienced of them all, he waited until the stunningly beautiful bartender came over before he realized that he had zero idea of what to order.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Uh…….” he mouthed, trying to ignore the woman’s raised eyebrows as he thought.<br><br>“Um, yeah, two...rum and cokes!” He said at last, almost yelling in his eagerness to blurt something, anything, out.&nbsp; Those were good choices, right?&nbsp; They were kind of light, didn’t taste really alcohol-y, but still would loosen his nerves up.&nbsp; Yes.&nbsp; Solid choice.&nbsp; Plus, caffeine.&nbsp; Pretty proud of himself, Corey paid absolutely no attention to how much rum versus how much coke the bartender poured instead becoming distracted by the goings on down the bar.&nbsp; <br><br>It appeared some fellows, probably Durms by the size of them, had lifted a girl up to lay on the bar, and were doing shots OFF of her!&nbsp; &nbsp;Instead of seeming at all displeased, she was giggling in delight, and indeed there appeared to be more girls nearby looking for their turn.&nbsp; Picking up two mixed drinks as the barmaid set them down, a distracted Corey made his way over to where his friend waited.&nbsp; &nbsp; “Here we go, a rum and coke for each of us.&nbsp; I hope you like it.”&nbsp; Corey smiled, handing Grace a glass before turning to look over his shoulder.&nbsp; “You won’t believe what they are doing over there.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>03-05-2019, 17:16:50</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Continued from Mack's Post Here (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=301494.msg14835908#msg14835908)</strong></div><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.rachellsmith.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/Tom_Hopper_TheRakeMagazine_03-600x771@2x.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/f/f3/DurmstrangCrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20160112161151)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Aleks Kozlov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14666185#msg14666185)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Durmstrang 5th year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 inches - Ebony - Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> As Pictured<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> October 26th, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse, private room<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Trying to Flirt<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Mack<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong></td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr>While he might not be the most experienced man in the world, Aleks was also no fool, so as he and Mack had made their way further and further into the recesses of Dior’s party, he had known to some degree that there were only a few reasons for wanting so much privacy.&nbsp; With Mack’s much smaller form pressed so near to his, it was impossible to think about anything else, and it took all of his neglected attention to stay focussed on her words.&nbsp; &nbsp;Luckily, wonderfully so, it seemed her thoughts were aligned.<br><br>“Oh, if I was teasing, I was not doing it on purpose…”&nbsp; He replied, watching with heated eyes as the redhead’s body shifted, his dreams seeming to be coming true as she moved to straddle him.&nbsp; &nbsp;Looking down to take in that lovely vision, the calloused pads of Aleks’ fingers landed lightly on the smooth, bare skin of Mack’s thighs, tracing little designs there.&nbsp; “I think, that if I was doing the teasing here, you would be very aware that it was my intention.”&nbsp; He continued, his accent thick in his growing excitement.<br><br>“I dared not to hope that this fun girl who sent me these bold letters was going to be beautiful as well, Mackenzie…” He continued, looking up into her eyes once more, having taken a very pleasurable journey to get there.&nbsp; “Imagine my surprise then, to find any hopes exceeded.&nbsp; &nbsp;In that case, what it is that I am trying to say, is that if you are thinking of kissing, that I am very much on board with that plan.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>04-05-2019, 18:09:26</strong>
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				Continued from Juliette's post here &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300424.msg14817861#msg14817861)<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://www.thoughtco.com/thmb/EXwmLQ0O3khWz2mHbRB3RCAlYXc=/650x393/filters:no_upscale():max_bytes(150000):strip_icc()/Henry-Cavill-Man-of-Steel-56f015bc5f9b5867a1c57978.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Michael Oakes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14703824#msg14703824)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff / 7th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle-Born<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 14" | Sycamore | Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> A blue buttoned shirt and his best pair of jeans, a rough green jacket with a little wear and tear<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>&nbsp; Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Three Broomsticks<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Turned my whole world upside down...<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Eric Clapton - Layla (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0WUdlaLWSVM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Juliette, Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Fortunately Michael was far too distracted to hear the rumble of Juliette's tummy, though he was already very hungry himself. Eating as much as he did meant he was just about always happy to have a meal. "I'm sure it would be." He replied with confidence and a smile, enjoying the idea of spending more time with Juliette. Tonight was far from over and he was already confident he would want that. <br><br>"As close as I've seen." Michael swiftly responded when she denied being perfect. He wasn't sure he truly believed anyone could be, but he meant what he said and had barely considered it. At least she thanked him for the compliment. Michael was smiling now, clearly cheered up from the emotional state he'd been in when feeling guilt over his scars and blemishes. <br><br>He listened intently, happy and reassured that he didn't need to apologise. He did agree, and in a way when he remembered the adventures he'd experienced that lead to his injuries he felt a sense of joy rather than regret. Despite that he knew he'd wind up apologizing to Juliette for them again. And for new ones he'd acquire while with her. It had been a consistent issue in his dating history, the way he behaved with a lack of concern for his own safety. "Safe enough." He smiled, trying to brush the topic off. How true that was would be more a matter of perspective. <br><br>Returning the motion Michael gently squeezed her hand back, shaking his head slightly. "It'd be a dull world if nothing ever happened to me." He pointed out, trying to make light of the situation without mocking her. And, to Michael, it was more than a point about the way she'd phrased it. Michael would find it very dull if he never placed himself in the dangerous situations he often charged headlong into. <br><br>Fortunately it appeared hunger got the better of her, and he nodded swiftly in agreement when she suggested putting in orders. As soon as the waitress approached Michael gave her a smile and a nod of recognition, having seen her in here plenty of times before. No time was wasted, ordering a steak and ale pie and trusting the familiar waitress to remember their orders. <br><br>As she headed behind the bar to deliver the order to the chefs Michael knew they'd have a brief wait before food arrived. "So.." He began, slightly vaguely at first as he admired Juliette. "What do you like to do with your free time?" He inquired, confident she already had a good idea of his largest interest being animals and nature. There was a great deal left to find out about Juliette, and he was optimistically excited. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>05-05-2019, 05:13:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/jjdYHyu.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Mackenzie “Mack” O’Hare (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674148#msg14674148)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fifth, Gryffindor<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-Blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> Beech / 12” / Horned Serpent Horn (https://i.imgur.com/xVVNflt.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This right hurr (https://i.imgur.com/KBN0flw.jpg) with these bitch-shoes (https://i.imgur.com/IOCSl4A.jpg). Also also: this necklace (https://i.imgur.com/2Sj41ap.jpg) from Aleks.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 26th October, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse -- Alcove<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> First Kiss<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aleks || Closed<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> N/A</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>She wasn’t very fond of being called ‘Mackenzie’. Hearing her full name out loud was usually followed by the exasperated sound of a professor who had enough with her loud laugh and snarky behavior. It would put her on the annoyed defensive, sending her mind racing to come up with another excuse or justification for her actions and even more often straight to detention. And yet somehow when her name came rolling off of Aleks’ lips a delightful pull could be felt low in her stomach. Mackenzie could feel his words rumbling in her chest when they were sitting this way, pressed as close as they were and it caused her pulse to go fluttering with excitement. He was warm, his hands were helping themselves and far more bold than she expected them to be but this was entirely a delightful and welcomed surprise. And encouraged.<br><br>She reached out to slide her palms over the backs of his hands, directing them to slide from her thighs to her flank. Let him squeeze and pull her in close if he wanted. She certainly did.<br><br>The nervousness was still there; Mackenzie tried to push it out of her mind, just as she tried to ignore the giddy weakness she felt in her knees. Her lean frame shifted and now she was no longer straddling his lap but settled onto it. Mack curled her hand around the back of his neck and closed the rest of the distance by leaning forward.<br><br>Her lips were soft. Mackenzie presented them with the gentle insistence of a woman who knew what she liked but wanted to explore what was given freely. Was he expecting a brief fluttering of lips, something that would be little more than a brush? Maybe the silky caress of her tongue? For a woman who usually had some hidden trick up her sleeve, she was basking in the opportunity to take her time and not think of any plan. It wasn’t often that she was able to live in the moment and forget about ulterior motives and future plans. With Aleks, she was happy to stop and smell the roses. Or, in this case, drink the dew from them.<br><br>Her hand slid from the nape of his neck up to the back of his head, teasing the pads of her fingers through his short hair. The opposite hand remained draped over his shoulder to keep herself steady, but her fingers curled into the fabric of his suit jacket, unable to remain absolutely still. She very much wanted to press closer, but that need for restraint and her desire not to screw this up had Mackenzie holding a pause. For once, she wouldn’t bullrush into this, and let someone else take the lead.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>06-05-2019, 03:24:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.rachellsmith.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/Tom_Hopper_TheRakeMagazine_03-600x771@2x.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/f/f3/DurmstrangCrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20160112161151)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Aleks Kozlov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14666185#msg14666185)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Durmstrang 5th year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 inches - Ebony - Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> As Pictured<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> October 26th, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse, private room<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Trying to Flirt<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Mack<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong></td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr>He had been ready for it, hell, he had practically jumped at the offer the second she floated it out there, but despite all that, Aleks had not been ready for the sensation when Mack kissed him.&nbsp; The feel of her small hands on his at first shot a cold knife of terror through him.&nbsp; Realizing what he had been doing, the movement had felt so natural and easy, for a terrified second Aleks was afraid that Mack was going to tell him to stop, that he had gotten the wrong idea.&nbsp; When she raised his hands upwards along her curves, Aleks felt his heart starting ot beat once more, and with every vertical inch travelled, it seemed to hammer harder and harder against his breastbone.<br><br>When his hands came to a stop, Aleks mind was already reeling, but before he could overthink a thing, the redhead atop him closed that final distance, her lips dancing softly against his, and the entire world contracted down to just the small space taken up by their two bodies.&nbsp; Even as his eyes drifted closed, Aleks’ strong hands tightened on Mack’s hips, drawing her more firmly against him, his lifting her slightly higher in his bid to deepen their kiss.&nbsp; While Mack took her time, enjoying the journey, Aleks struggled mightily with a surge of hormones, his desire spiking and pegging the meter of his mind.&nbsp; <br><br>While Mack’s kiss was exploratory, Alek’s returned it hungrily, his desire plain as he held her smaller form against his, his head lifting slightly to allow her hands more access and to bring their lips more firmly together.&nbsp; Feeling a growl starting low in his chest, Aleks startled himself, his sudden gasp breaking the kiss.&nbsp; “I am sorry…” He whispered, his face reddened and his eyes wide.&nbsp; “I don’t know….actually, I DO know, what came over me…” He said, worried he might have been pushing too hard.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>06-05-2019, 04:32:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/jjdYHyu.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Mackenzie “Mack” O’Hare (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674148#msg14674148)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fifth, Gryffindor<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-Blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> Beech / 12” / Horned Serpent Horn (https://i.imgur.com/xVVNflt.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This right hurr (https://i.imgur.com/KBN0flw.jpg) with these bitch-shoes (https://i.imgur.com/IOCSl4A.jpg). Also also: this necklace (https://i.imgur.com/2Sj41ap.jpg) from Aleks.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 26th October, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse -- Alcove<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> 80’s music must be playing somewhere...<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aleks || Closed<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> N/A</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>It seemed that this kind, polite man had the devil’s streak inside of him. Mackenzie wasn’t entirely certain what she might have been expecting from his kiss, perhaps something that bordered on bashful and shy. What she felt chained beneath the surface had her eyes open in genuine surprise, but not the sort of surprise that doused her with ice water or made her wish to crawl off from his lap. <em>Not an act,</em> she decided. Aleks was a passionate man, and it would seem that it would reflect in more than just his ambitions.<br><br>Her tongue slipped out, dragging across her lower lip so that she might savor the taste of him lingering there. Mack’s voice was husky and low with her lust, and if that wasn’t an obvious clue, then the way she rocked her hips against his should clear the air. She had no intention of stopping him or telling him to slow down, feeling just as safe and comfortable as always.<br><br>“Apology accepted.” She flicked her tongue across her thumb and forefinger, then brought it to the top button of his shirt and with a fluid motion, the buttons popped open. Hard muscle below was exposed, a sight she savored and enjoyed before eventually lifting her gaze to meet with his. “Whoops.” Now she was reaching forward with one hand, trailing the pads of her fingers and just a hint of her long nails against his abdominals. The gesture moved north, across his belly button, the arch of his ribcage and over the strong knocking of his heartbeat. Her lips returned to his mouth just long enough to steal some of his breath away but broke away so that he might taste her words.<br><br>“I know I’m safe with you, Aleks, so don’t you dare tip-toe around me.” A single nail raked slowly down his chest, leaving a pink line in its wake. When it reached the length of his pectoral muscle, she soothed the area by leaning forward and pressing her tongue there, leisurely following its path back the way it started. The opposite hand began playing with the hard ridges of his muscles, enjoying the warmth of his skin and the strength in his limbs. There was a lot to enjoy. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>09-05-2019, 00:54:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.rachellsmith.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/Tom_Hopper_TheRakeMagazine_03-600x771@2x.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/f/f3/DurmstrangCrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20160112161151)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Aleks Kozlov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14666185#msg14666185)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Durmstrang 5th year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 inches - Ebony - Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> As Pictured<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> October 26th, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse, private room<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Trying to Flirt<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Mack<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong></td></tr></tbody></table>When her slim hips rocked against his, it was all that Aleks could do to concentrate on retaining his control.&nbsp; &nbsp;It had been…... some time since he had been with a woman, and with a woman like Mack?&nbsp; He doubted he had ever.&nbsp; There was something about her, some fire within that her flaming hair could only hint at, that drew him like the most eager of moths.&nbsp; There was nothing that was going to get him to leave that room in that moment, and it would be a dark day indeed for anyone that tried to make them.<br><br>When she spoke in what was so very clearly a bedroom voice, Aleks felt his previous worries melting away, the space they left within him filling very suddenly with a very different emotion, one that had been threatening to take him over already.&nbsp; When her hands raised to his buttons, Aleks at first expected Mack to take her time, and his jaw opened briefly in surprise as she popped his buttons free so quick that at first he assumed it was indeed magic.&nbsp; &nbsp;Chuckling at her ‘Whoops’, he looked down his bare chest to where Mack straddled him, and he felt himself growing hard and pressing up against her.&nbsp; “Clumsy of you…” He teased in return.<br><br>Sliding his hands lower from where they had paused, Aleks thread his fingers through the tattered ends of Mack’s shorts where they met the back of her thighs.&nbsp; His strong arms pulling her harder against his growing arousal, turning her rolling hips into a definite grinding.&nbsp; Watching as her sharp nail left a trail down his chest, only to be followed by her burning lips, Aleks freed a hand so recently and wonderfully placed to cup the back of her neck.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was not sure if she was heading up or down, but he was ready either way.<br><br>At her words about not holding back, Aleks only grinned.&nbsp; “As you wish, Mack.&nbsp; And likewise…” He replied, his last words a whisper as he pulled her in for another breath stealing kiss, his body curling to keep her as pressed against his hard form as he could.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>10-05-2019, 03:33:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/78/Grace_Close_Up_Party.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674643#msg14674643)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor | Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggleborn (?)<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 ½ inch | Pear | Unicorn Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (https://fayebelinexo.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/photo-27-10-2014-14-24-40.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Saturday, 26th October, 2019 | Early evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> P A R T. Y? Cuz I gotta.<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Ke$ha - Take it Off (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RpFMuBHxGWs)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Corey</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Grace watched Corey from the other end of the room, keeping her gaze on the back of his head while he went about the task of ordering drinks for the two of them. At least that was what she was led to believe he’d been doing. But, based on how long it took him to place any orders at all, she had to reconsider that idea. Just what was he doing, anyway? <br><br>Eventually though, he came around holding two simple looking drinks. Grace eyed him suspiciously, tilting her head to the side as if to inspect him and the drinks he held. “When did we decide that you’d be the one to order?” She held her hand out to take the glass that was offered, still looking a bit leery of it. Corey explained that it was rum and Coke, which made her perk her brow at him.<br><br>However, when she brought the glass up to the edge of her lips and took a puckered sip, Grace couldn’t complain about the flavor. Though it wouldn’t have been her first choice - was mixing alcohol and caffeine even a good idea? - she couldn’t complain about Corey’s decision. “All right,” she murmured, as if in approval. But Corey was looking at the scene happening behind him at the bar. <br><br>Grace followed his line of sight to the image of a small girl laying on the counter and large guys sucking shots off of her body. Corey actually mentioned it next moment. “How else do you think people do jello shots?” She asked in a teasing tone. Before she could suggest that they go and grab some or ask somebody, jello shots started flying through the party. <br><br>“Here,” Grace grabbed one of the magically enchanted blobs on a saucer. “Normally, I think they’re served in a shot glass, but.” She shrugged a shoulder. “Anyway, right.” Grace turned dutifully around, set her rum and Coke down, then found a couch to lay herself down on. She was still holding the saucer in her extended hand. <br><br>“So, take this.” She directed Corey. “Go on!” He seemed dazed for some reason. Grace ignored it however, and hiked her dress to the side, just enough at the collar to reveal a plush spot of skin. “I’m not about to rip open this dress for you to suck if off my tummy, but here, this is the second location most people try it.” She pointed toward the crane of her neck. <br><br>“Just set it down on my skin, then put your lips round it and suck it up.” She giggled, beaming at the playful words that her sentence required. Trying to control the frazzled butterflies inside of her that appeared out of nowhere, Grace stilled her breathing and shut her eyes, anticipation prickling all over her skin. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>10-05-2019, 13:48:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://d1w8cc2yygc27j.cloudfront.net/296226285191603483/7577340293898857544.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/e/ea/BeauxbatonsCrestClearBg.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/350?cb=20160630041801)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Juliette Belanger (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14661968#msg14661968)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Seventh<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 ¾ | Beech | Unicorn<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same as picture with these jeans/shoes (https://s7d9.scene7.com/is/image/LuckyBrandJeans/7W13943_450_1?$productMainDesktop$)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Three Broomsticks<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> It's true, I crave you<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Flight Facilities - Crave You (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZeaIvjoH1FY)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Michael | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Juliette felt herself being swathed in warmth, the sort of warmth that made her head feel fuzzy and the rest of her body feel light. Like she might start to float away at a moment’s notice. Michael had just remarked that she was as close to perfect as he had ever seen and Juliette was certain that it was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to her. It felt like a line from a movie or a novel, which made it all the more precious to Juliette. <br><br>While her cheeks highlighted the flattery that she felt, a seemingly permanent streak of coral fixing against the crests, her lips thinned and a smile formed as she looked at him. It was almost as if, in that moment, she couldn’t quite believe her eyes. The man sitting before her, someone she still had to get to know so much better, felt like such a perfect fit. Maybe he was the missing link. <br><br>Michael confirmed that he was safe enough when handling dangerous creatures, but even that didn’t quite sound as promising as she was hoping. She found herself giving him a bit of a look, similar to one that a knowing wife might give to her mischievous husband, when he remarked about doing something particularly questionable. But, just the same, her look faded as soon as it had formed.<br><br>Capturing her lower lip briefly, Juliette’s hand felt the squeeze that Michael’s issued to her, smiling back at him in turn. His point about life being dull if nothing ever happened reminded her of that quote from Finding Nemo, when Dory convinced Marlin that he had to let go of Nemo in order for him to be able to enjoy his life. <em>“Well, you can’t never let anything happen to him, then nothing would ever happen to him.”</em> The blue fish said, speaking her common sense reality. <br><br>When she suggested that they order, Juliette felt relieved that Michael nodded in agreement. It wasn’t that she was trying to rush along their date, but rather that she was simply ready to try the notorious food here. Though, she was pretty sure that the Three Broomsticks was more renowned for their drink selection, that didn’t stop Juliette from wanting to taste their food. So, they placed their orders a moment later. With magic involved, she expected their meals wouldn’t take too long.<br><br>Michael changed the topic then, inquiring about her and what she did during her free time. Juliette shifted in her seat, withdrawing her hand gently, so that she could use a finger to tap her chin as she thought. “Hmmm. Well, it’s felt like so long since I’ve actually had free time. For so long, it has been about school. Always studying and researching. Always tutoring and training others.” She trailed off, a small smile brightening her features. <br><br>“I like to cook and bake. I also like to experiment with muggle things. I have been around magic my entire life, but I find it fascinating to learn what muggles have to do without it. So, I sometimes try my hand at sewing, or arts and crafts. I enjoy watching movies and plays, I also like to take care of others. At Beauxbatons, the others sort of think of me as the motherly one.” She giggled gently at that revelation, wondering how Michael would take it. <br><br>“I also enjoy yoga - I start every morning with it. And taking long walks through nature - which is how I stumbled across you in the first place.” She grinned, only pausing to take a breath as she thought of what else to share. “I really like to read. It’s typically how I put myself to bed at night. Usually just a chapter or two at a time. But sometimes the book really grips me and I have to read until I get to a point where it feels like a decent place to stop.” <br><br>Her head tilted slightly as she considered adding another little something that some people in her past felt were less of a positive trait. “I’m also neat and organized. Which can get on people’s nerves sometimes. I tend to tidy up when I’m bored and I do deep cleaning when I’m angry,” she laughed softly. “I keep multiple planners and schedules. I also use my phone to coordinate plans.” She took her phone out of her purse just to show him that she had written their dinner date down on her calendar. Even though those plans were only just made hours before. <br><br>Juliette took a small breath, replacing her phone again, before fixing her hair by tucking some of it behind her ear. “Beyond that, I’d say that I enjoy thinking about the future… about settling down, getting married, and having a few children.” With that, their orders arrived. The waitress set Michael’s steak down first, then Juliette’s shepherd’s pie and side salad next. “There you go!” She announced, before stepping away. “Thank you,” Juliette responded cordially, before grinning at Michael. “Mmm, it smells delicious.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [History]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>15-05-2019, 02:56:28</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.teenidols4you.com/blink/Actors/tom-holland/tom-holland-1506038045.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14675375#msg14675375)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor, 5th year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10inches, Sycamore, Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This instead (https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/434033016172707842/555916412598747155/tumblr_pan8p5Y6xs1x7tz9zo9_250.png?width=221&amp;height=300)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Sturday, October 26th, early evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Drink Time<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Grace</td></tr></tbody></table><hr><br class="clear_left">As Grace took her drink from his hand, Corey rolled his eyes in such an exaggerated manner that he nearly made himself dizzy.&nbsp; He better not try that once he got a few drinks in him. “Um….yeah, I am pretty sure it was when you said I was the expert on such matters and to go get you something.” Corey replied in a scathing tone, one that even Dior would have been proud of, although the big grin on his face totally ruined the effect.&nbsp; Here he was at a fancy party, with Grace, and they were drinking together.&nbsp; Nothing could ruin this!<br><br>As Grace followed his staring, he simply could not help it having never seen a body shot before, Corey felt himself blushing a little at having clearly been caught gawking.&nbsp; Leave it to Grace to know more about doing shots like that than he did, Corey thought, although he didn’t think too long on HOW she knew, lest he make himself mad or jealous or depressed, or all three.&nbsp; Luckily, all the distraction he would ever need in the world happened only seconds later as Grace snatched a floating jello shot right out of the air, and turned to find a couch to lay down on.<br><br>Flabbergasted, Corey followed her dutifully, taking the bright green glob of jello as directed with barely a thought of his own able to penetrate his steamed up brain.&nbsp; Staring down at Grace, laying there in that sexy dress, Corey almost squeezed the poor jello shot into non existence, or created a blob of his own flavor, when his crush yanked her dress to the side.&nbsp; “Well, it doesn’t seem right then if it's not in the right location..” He heard his voice saying as if very far away when Grace stated she would not be ripping her dress.&nbsp; “But I supposed as it's my first, I can let it go…”<br><br>Dropping slowly down to his knees next to the couch, Corey carefully dropped the lime blob onto smooth curve of Grace’s neck.&nbsp; &nbsp;Their faces were so very close...he noted as he began leaning it, the motion exactly the same as if he was about to kiss Grace, before at the last second he turned further down for the shot.&nbsp; &nbsp;Opening his mouth Corey clamped it over the shot, a pleased sound escaping him at the taste, and not of the gelatinous substance either.&nbsp; Taking a bit of his time, Corey made sure he got the whole shot, his tongue swirling against Grace’s smooth skin, picking up every trace of green.&nbsp; It would not do to leave her all sticky, right?<br><br>As soon as he was sure the shot was long gone, Corey rocked back up and onto his heels, definitely not ready to stand up just yet after that.&nbsp; &nbsp;Instead, Corey grabbed a floating tray, holding the whole thing in place so that he had essentially absconded with quite a few shots.&nbsp; Licking his lips, he looked down at Grace and tried very hard to keep his heart from showing in his eyes.&nbsp; “So, will you be wanting one then?”<br>
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