Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]
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				Title: <strong>Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>27-02-2019, 18:08:34</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190227/857fc5365e5ab85b5d807b81f27d9746.png)<br><br>(https://66.media.tumblr.com/f8f8c4ff6dd82a50c2b1f89559e45e4c/tumblr_olyfjnPXe61w2wzj8o4_250.gif) (https://66.media.tumblr.com/06d23180d6787e9df5a7447d67108f81/tumblr_olyfjnPXe61w2wzj8o1_250.gif) (https://66.media.tumblr.com/a2014af72f5dc7b6d0f35722c77c4c8e/tumblr_olyfjnPXe61w2wzj8o3_1280.gif)<br><br>This thread is to be used for all GM events in game. Everything pertaining to the Triwizard Tournament will take place here. Certain feasts will also likely take place here, to avoid clutter in other threads. However, dances will have their own threads.<br><br><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><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><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Staff Headers:</span></strong><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><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Current Month</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190427/dba9a21b2e85174de3fe02d8742f1841.png)<br><br>(https://d36tnp772eyphs.cloudfront.net/blogs/1/2014/04/buachaille-etive-mor-matador-seo-940x626.jpg)<br><br><strong>Weather in the Highlands of Scotland in October:</strong> <br><br>Here is a link (https://www.accuweather.com/en/gb/inverness/iv3-5/month/532?monyr=11/01/2019) with the weather for the month of November. Here is a link (https://moonphases.co.uk/moon-calendar) with the moon phases for the month of November. Here is a link (https://www.timeanddate.com/sun/uk/inverness?month=11&amp;year=2019) with the sunrises and sunsets for the month of November.<br><br><strong>Important Events this Month:</strong> <br><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>5 November - Guy Fawkes Night</strong> - On the night that the Gunpowder Plot was foiled (November 5th, 1605), bonfires were set alight in celebration for the safety of the King. Since then, November 5th has become known as Bonfire Night. The event is commemorated every year with fireworks and burning effigies of Guy Fawkes.</li></ul><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Harvest Festival</strong> - During this month, there will be a carnival held at Hogsmeade village. It lasts most of the month, and includes an array of fun activities such as mazes, hay rides, fair foods, a Ferris wheel, carnival games, a pumpkin patch, and even a few small rides! Specific dates incoming.</li></ul><br><strong>In Game Information about this Month:</strong> <br><br>The entire month is open and available for Rp. We aren't due for another time change until July 1st, 2019 (real time).</div></div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>27-02-2019, 18:08:51</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>25th October, 2019</strong><br><br>On that Friday evening, Hogwarts School opened its doors to welcome the prospective champions from Beauxbatons Academy and Durmstrang Institute. The crisp autumn evening was a chilly one, the rain was misting on and off all day, and the moon was largely hidden by rolling, ominous clouds. The carriages of Beauxbatons, with their padded, pink interiors, and vintage, cerulean blue exteriors, were pulled by winged horses, navigating through the darkened sky. The ship of Durmstrang, with its skeletal and ghostly appearance, was mostly hidden or lurking in the shadowy waters during its slow and steady sail, following the currents and waves of one body of water to another, underwater and above, during the journey. <br><br>(https://images.pottermore.com/bxd3o8b291gf/3iR5VcGUBGwiowIgwAwySA/2d1a7bd52e48538cb4316dae831b5fb0/FleurDelacour_PM_B4C15M1_BeauxbatonCarriageWingedHorses_Moment.jpg?w=1200) (https://images.pottermore.com/bxd3o8b291gf/1IgMP5DR1mY0y0mgOigmke/e6aed82bdae23f2c3b9dbea81019b949/ViktorKrum_PM_B4C15M2_DurmstrangShipEmerges_Moments.jpg?w=1200)<br><br>All of the students at Hogwarts castle who were eligible to enter themselves as potential champions, were seated in the Great Hall, awaiting the students from the other schools. The doors to the Great Hall opened with a thunderous boom, revealing Headmaster Maximovich in a long cloak made of furs. He paused to look at those gathered inside the hall, then led his students in, some marching with tremendous walking sticks, some doing athletic stunts as they entered. The men and women of Durmstrang were guided to an empty table, where they would sit for the welcoming feast. Headmistress Tremaux soon followed, fluttering inside the hall, like a butterfly flapping its wings over the gentlest of breezes. The women and men of Beauxbatons followed after her, some wielding ribbons that they danced with, as they entered. They sat at the table beside Durmstrang's table, while both Headmaster Maximovich and Headmistress Tremaux joined the professors at the staff table, behind the podium, where Headmaster Phixyll was standing and clapping, leading the Hogwarts students - who were all seated at their own table - into applause.<br><br>The great hall was divided into the three tables, representing the three schools; Hogwarts, Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. It adequately reflected another change taking place this year, due to the Triwizard Tournament, that being how house points will be divided. Instead of a house cup and house points, this year, the schools will remain united. House points become school points - meaning, any points awarded to any student, is actually awarded to their school. Likewise, at the end of the year, a School Cup will be awarded to the school who has earned the most points. The competition that the Triwizard Tournament brought along with it, was meant to unite the four houses of Hogwarts, and encourage the three schools to become friendly allies. <br><br><hr><br><strong>31st October, 2019</strong><br><br>(https://images.ctfassets.net/bxd3o8b291gf/4F8E2n5kesI4i6ciiKGIqa/47cb4600246e68b9afd3e3e49c10e97b/GobletOfFire_WB_F4_GobletSurroundedByAgeLine_Illust_100615_Land.jpg?w=665&amp;h=665&amp;fit=thumb&amp;f=top&amp;q=85)<br><br>On All Hallow's Eve, there was a feast, followed by a dance. When the great hall doors were opened for dinner, the students were instructed to find their seats and wait. At the foot of the staff table, just in front of the podium, sat the goblet of fire. At first glance, it appeared to be nothing more than a wooden box, or a rather simple, vintage block of furniture. If it weren't a magical artifact, it would look like a piece that had little purpose and no function, but likely came with an interesting story. But, this wooden crate was so much more than that. <br><br>After Headmaster Phixyll raised his hands at the goblet, it started to glow an electric blue, rumbling the ground beneath it as the wood sparked to life. A flame suddenly burst from the top of the goblet, which shimmered and glinted in the torchlight. A circle of glowing blue surrounded the base of the goblet, a visual representation of the enchanted age line that was in effect. There was another enchantment in effect too, one that forbade people from entering another person's name. The goblet of fire was ready to accept the names of those who wished to be entered into consideration as the next champion for their school. While some students rushed into a line to enter their names, those who remained at their tables would notice a delicious feast appearing out of nowhere. <br><br>The deadline to submit <em>your</em> name is five minutes before midnight. At exactly midnight the goblet will spit out the names of the champions it has deemed worthy enough to represent their respective school. </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>28-02-2019, 17:45:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/528345016561565696/535870398927994890/615c0ac59ba639795ce753e7412e674e.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/dumbledoresarmyroleplay/images/6/64/Main_Page_Ministry_of_Magic_Crest.png/revision/latest?cb=20181224054921)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Hermoine Granger-Weasley<br><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong> Minister of Magic<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle Born<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10¾" | Vine | Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same as picture with black Mary Jane's<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Thursday, 31st October, 2019 | Late Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts | Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Addressing those gathered around the Goblet of Fire<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Everyone</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>“Attention!” <br><br>Mrs. Granger-Weasley spoke in a normal tone of voice, yet it echoed all around the Great Hall. Her wand was pointed straight against the side of her neck, where she held it up. The spell amplified her crisp, smart voice, so that no microphone was needed. Her dulcet tone carried throughout the space, ringing in the halls, as if to call attention to those who were not present. <br><br>“Those of you who are gathered, I presume, wish to enter your names into the Goblet of Fire.” Hermoine smiled at the collective, then glanced beside her at her husband, Ronald. He beamed back at her with his naturally crooked grin, the fiery locks of his hair amplified in torch light. Hermoine straightened as she stood, her free hand raising to reference the massive goblet.<br><div class="floatright">(https://thumbs.gfycat.com/IllinformedThirdGhostshrimp-small.gif)</div><br>The blue flames were already roaring from inside the goblet, an age line circling the perimeter of it. “You all know about the age line enchantment, but there is another enchantment in place. This will prevent history from repeating itself.” Hermoine didn’t need to specify who she was referencing. It would be clear to any who had studied a recent history of magic.<br><br>“No one will be allowed to submit another person’s name into the goblet. You are to only submit your own name. No one can make up a nonexistent magical school, you are to only submit your school’s name. Please write your name, followed by your school, on a slip of parchment paper and set it into the blue flames.” Hermoine looked around at those collected, her eyes shimmering.<br><br>“Best of luck to you all.” With that, she lowered her wand and stepped to the side, where Ronald swept his hand against hers and led her to the staff table at the head of the room. She smiled at the professors and took her seat beside Headmaster Phixyll, to observe the students for the next couple of hours. <br><br>To think, the next champion was among them at that very moment. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>05-03-2019, 02:11:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/613ozDF.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> As pictured.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 25th October, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> This is not the witch you’re looking for <br><strong>MUSIC:</strong> &nbsp;“Trouble” -Pink (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFu3YzRnyDU)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aleks, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Ribbons and fire… it wasn’t exactly what Mackenzie was expecting but that seemed to be the theme of the year at Hogwarts. Beauxbaton entered with lines of beautiful people and elegant flair, including a rather regal headmistress that made Mack whistle in appreciation as she watched the swishing skirt float on by. All of those faces were lovely, enough so that she shared a few lewd jokes amongst her friends in quieted whispers. But Mack’s excitement didn’t rise until Durmstrang came along, a sharp contrast that was all intimidation and stoic confidence. Somewhere in that crowd was a man she knew only by name and his writing cadence, a stranger that was still somehow her friend. She wasn’t used to feeling this sort of excitement. It wasn’t too unlike breaking the rules or jumping off the edge of a steep cliff. Or that time she and Corey ended up getting in a scrap with some nefarious looking wizards in Knockturn alley last summer.<br><br>Adrenalin. That’s what this was. For Mack, it was more potent and alluring than sex ever was. It spiked her blood, rushed through her veins and made her heart hammer just a little more strongly against her chest.<br><br>The effect didn’t fade straight away. As soon as the meals were served, people ate and amused themselves with conversation and a few classmates even recreated the entrances of the schools in mockery and awe. Mackenzie ate quickly herself, but frequently reached beneath the table she sat at in order to make sure the bag she brought with her was still where it should be. She had a present inside, as promised. The problem was, she just wasn’t sure <em>who</em> she was supposed to give it to.<br><br>Maybe she got a little cocky in that last email exchange. Maybe, she should have asked some leading questions and surprised Aleks by picking him out of the crowd as if she had known who he was the whole time? Blame it on enthusiasm. Or, perhaps she should just chalk it up to her nasty habit of not thinking things all the way through. Impulsive. That’s who she was.<br><br>Well, it seemed to work for her this far. She was still alive, wasn’t she? Even if she didn’t exactly sleep most nights.<br><br>As her table began to thin out- where people left for common rooms or to mingle with the new faces, Mack made herself a roost by sitting on the table near the back of the room. She was quite comfortable with her sneakers on the bench that previously occupied her rump and leaned back to watch the spectacle that was this very evening. If worse comes to worst, she could always pull out her cell phone and send Aleks a quick email… Or maybe shout his name and see who raised their hand. But where was the fun in that?<br><br>She was on the hunt and decided to find Aleks through the process of elimination. All she had to do was ignore the other schools and find someone who <em>felt</em> like an Aleks. Or, at least, that was a good way to start and pass the time until she grew bored.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>07-03-2019, 07:43:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/D3PLU2O.gif)</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> Nadia Găină (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14659780#msg14659780)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11¾ inches, Pine, Dragon heartstring, Springy<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Durmstrang student uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 25th October, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Arrival<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Faith Marie - Drown (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FU5ifmugneM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Everyone, Open<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> N/A</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>A single look would tell her who was her competition and who wasn't. Such was Nadia's mindset as she entered the Hogwarts' Great Hall with the horde of Durmstrang students. Her chin lifted high, her posture impeccable, she walked graciously behind her schoolmates doing acrobatics. <br><br>The so-called Slytherin table, enigmatic and cunning, if they were to believe the history. <br><br>A familiar face in an old enemy. <br><br>A potential new enemy. <br><br>The Ravenclaw table with its witty and clever cast was met with a brief glance. <br><br>The Hufflepuff table saw a lingering stare, with Nadia perceiving the glimpse of a challenge from a few of the seated wixes. <br><br>Her eyes moved over to the Gryffindor table, with their lit up, confident and curious faces. <br><br>A hungry lion.<br><br>A sharp fox.<br><br>The rest of the animal kingdom.<br><br>Nadia smiled as she sat down at the table left empty for the Durmstrang crowd. She looked over her schoolmates, knowing their talents perhaps more than anyone else in the room besides Maximovich and the staff, having competed with each other for years. Aaren, Elias, Elliott, Bastian, Tatyana, <acronym title="aka Aleksey">Alyosha</acronym>, Urvan, Raynor. Any of them was capable of winning the tourney. But she had an advantage over them all. She had no interest in winning. Her desire was much simpler, much grimmer. She had nothing to lose. There was no meaning to it, except for the quest of meaning itself. The triwizard tournament was the end game. She had decided so. One way or another, her faith would be in the figurative hands of the goblet of fire. <br><br>She hoped to burn in that blue flame she was yet to see. <br><br>Then the Beauxbâtons students entered, ribbons moving around like a carnival of pretenses. They were represented by a group as varied as their British counterparts and just as non-intimidating. <br><br>She repressed a sarcastic, cynical laughter. <br><br>Her eyes searched for Dyani through the faces in the distance but couldn't reach. Nadia was unforgiving, and as such there was more than a grudge lying on Dyani's back, there was contempt. She surprised herself genuinely smiling ever so slightly thinking of the animosity between them, the nostalgic memories of their fights resurfacing in her head. It was simpler times, when ignorance was bliss and Nadia's dignity was still intact. A time before she was soiled by the barbarity of men. A time of frequent skirmishes but nevertheless a peace of mind. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>10-03-2019, 05:04:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b9/e4/32/b9e432c79bd79a62d51c860ba2687748.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> Hogwarts jacket with Ravenclaw tie, wrinkled pants, messy hair <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 25th October, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Waiting around for Kat<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> College &amp; Electric Youth - A Real Hero (https://youtu.be/-DSVDcw6iW8)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> OPEN (Mentioning Kat) </td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>In truth Derek's stomach was in knots. There was so much to do today, but he had to sit through this event to meet the new schools. In truth, he stayed so busy in his little world of England that he sometimes forgot there were other schools out there of people who practiced magic. In fact, he kinda felt like an idiot when he came to that realization earlier this year. He knew about it, sure, but it hadn't really sunk in how different their cultures would be from him. This uneasy feeling of knowing what these witches and wizards were going to be like, combined with knowing that Dior's party was after this. Another sigh escaped his lips. He was feeling incredibly guilty about that situation.<br><br>He had agreed to help her with some final touch-ups before the party tomorrow. Derek felt like he was quite the ass to her a few days ago and agreed to do it to get on better terms with his sister. Still, there were bigger things that Derek wanted to do today... he wanted to ask Audrey to be his girlfriend tomorrow.<br><br>What would be more perfect? On the day that the schools unite and have a massive party without any chaperones or teachers keeping a watchful eye. What more, he could basically present Audrey and him as a couple to all these new people. It seemed like the perfect opportunity. Things were going well between them. She had even given him a spirit animal. However, he wanted to talk things over with some good friends. Curt had given him some advice when they made-up in the hallway, and now he was looking to his other close friend Kat for some additional advice. She was a playful thing and truthfully he had not even told her about what he was going through yet. Thinking on it, she'd probably tease him about being so superficial with his thoughts lately. So focused on resolving his family matters, relationships struggles, and making friends -- that every grade with the exception of Potions was suffering again.<br><br>Not only that, but he was really considering joining the tournament. He wanted to prove something of himself. <br><br>The Durmstrang came in and Derek felt the need to stiffen his back to match their body language. Then the Beauxbaton were next and Derek found his eyes lingering toward the men and the women. How the hell were they so utterly attractive? Derek gulped a few times and then shook his head. Wondering where Kat was so he could express these thoughts to her and share other words. He felt like he had barely seen her so far this year, and he missed his dear friend. <br><br>Reaching out he pushed his plate out of the way. Stomach not feeling the need for food. Which was probably going to work to his disadvantage, because one's nervous stomach should never be empty.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>10-03-2019, 15:54:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.newsapi.com.au/image/v1/5be01bc09c9e28aec8d2ea970b3ca83f?width=650)</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> Aleksey Kozlov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14666185#msg14666185)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 inches - Ebony - Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Durmstrang Male uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 25th October, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Searching<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Mack, Open<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> N/A</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>The nearly two months from the Headmaster’s announcement to the time to leave for Hogwarts had practically flown by for Aleks.&nbsp; Never in his mind had it even briefly occurred to him that he might not attend the Tourney, let alone not submit his name to the Goblet.&nbsp; Not that he was interested in winning of course, indeed he had little taste for even competing on a Durmstrang level, let alone in a multiple school environment, but he knew his Uncle would not accept for a second that he did not wish to be a part of this.&nbsp; Thus, Aleks spent those two months in constant preparations to compete, hoping to save him and his Uncle the embarrassment of the older man ordering him to.<br><br>On top of that, Aleks did have two good reasons to go.&nbsp; One, the ever self-assured Florian was certain that he would be attending, if not picked as Beauxbatons Champion, and it would be a pleasure to see his old friend again.&nbsp; Secondly, it would at last be his chance to meet Mack, his penpal for some time, and finally answer the question as to who this cocky girl he had been writing to all this time actually was.&nbsp; <br><br>So it was that as Durmstrang entered the Hogwarts Great Hall, Aleks only spared a little time for the decor, and instead scanned the Hogwarts table for who it might very well be.&nbsp; Not one for banging sticks or flipping about, Aleks simply plodded along near the back of the group, towering over nearly all his classmates, and scanning the students in attendance.&nbsp; &nbsp;Unfortunately, the big Russian had woefully underestimated how many redheads there actually were in the Scottish school.&nbsp; Real ones, clearly fake ones, there were so many, he instantly despaired as to picking out the right one, especially with no other info to go on.<br><br>Taking his seat amongst his fellow students, Aleks watched the Beauxbatons contingent arrive, unsurprised at the beauty of the girls as rumored, although he had to laugh at the wide grin his small friend Florian wore as he practically strutted into the room.&nbsp; After eating more than his share at dinner, Aleks spoke briefly with Florian, the both of them planning to catch up more the next day.&nbsp; It appeared that Florian ALREADY knew of a party, and ‘had arrangements’ to make.&nbsp; Shaking his head ruefully, Aleks let his friend depart as he lingered behind.<br><br>How to find who he sought?&nbsp; It seemed an impossible task, but on the face it of, it should not be that difficult, correct?&nbsp; Really, there was only one way, and there was no sense in shying away from it.&nbsp; &nbsp;Standing from his emptying table, Aleks hoisted a backpack onto his shoulder, a normal size although it looked like one of those ridiculously small one that girls favored upon his wide shoulder, and made his way to the Hogwarts table. <br><br>Spotting a red haired girl sitting all alone upon the table, Aleks felt this was a good a place to start as any (maybe they had a redhead club), completely unaware of how good his guess actually was.<br><br>“Hello.” He rumbled in greeting as he came to stand in front of Mackenzie.&nbsp; “I am looking for a girl named Mackenzie, if you might point me her way.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>10-03-2019, 17:05:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/76/db/e0/76dbe0754a0d5d35c11325e37a514ced.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Kat (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14743745#msg14743745)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw 6th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle Born<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12.5 Inches | Spruce | White River Monster Spine<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> A very large black hat, white hair extensions, a small black collar and a silver necklace, plain black tank top with a hogwarts jacket and ravenclaw tie very loosely<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 25th October, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Hey Apple!<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Queen - Killer Queen (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ZBtPf7FOoM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Derek</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Kat'd just about floated through their late afternoon. Sorting clothes and makeup into something that approached an appropriate outfit took more than a little time, but was done on a near autopilot. Thoughts drifted all over the place, picturing the new arrivals with a slight smile. With so many people in the school the space for boredom would certainly be smaller. Always one to adore meeting new people Kat looked forward to seeing if the arrivals would live up to their curiosity. Without a lot of knowledge on them Kat was still curious, leaving their ideas of the other schools as vague images and faint nothings. But soon they would be brought to life.<br><br>Never one to be outdone, Kat had selected one of their larger black hats, setting it at an unusual angle that they could just about balance. Their hair took well to extensions, and ended up spilling over shoulders and down to pool at their chest. A black collar, just to see if any of the teachers complained, and a dark tank top. Fuck dressing smartly. The tank top had cost them pennies, and they were still sure they'd turn heads. Not wishing to act out further they did eventually don their hogwarts jacket, tying their raveclaw tie into the straps of the tank top, more ornament than tie. <br><br>With stark black heels and a white skirt on Kat grinned slightly at themselves in the mirror before leaving. They'd definitely distract some of the newcomers. Kat was in high spirits, but very late, en route to the dinner. That wasn't out of the norm for anyone who knew them, and they'd always manage to find a way to keep a late entrance classy no matter how posh the event was. <br><br>When they did walk in a soft smile met anyone who looked them over. Thankfully much of the speaking, and group entrances, had been done. A fast, yet somehow gentle and graceful walk took Kat right towards Derek. He was one of their closer, more consistent friends. And Kat had a way of being around their friends. One that most would just call inappropriate. Despite the multitude of guests they were not about to censor themselves for anyone. As soon as they reached Derek, rather than seating themselves behind him, both of their slender arms wrapped around his shoulders. Kat leaned around, giving him a light kiss on the cheek with a smile. Their soft spoken voice spoke relatively loudly, making sure others could hear with a playful grin. "Hey apple!" <br><br>Kat knew full well Derek would immediately know who it was. Not a lot of people casually called a friend the apple of their eye. But Kat had, some time ago, when making an effort to cheer Derek up. It was a heartfelt compliment, and Kat made no secret of flirting with Derek in their carefree manner. The complimentary nickname that often perplexed others had taken on an amusing undertone when Kat started to tease Derek, often casually singing the phrase 'Apple bottom jeans, boots with the fur' at him in passing. It was fun to see his reaction when they complimented his ass. After that Kat swiftly withdrew their arms, sliding down to seat themselves beside him, awaiting a response to the greeting. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>10-03-2019, 19:08:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/613ozDF.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> As pictured.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 25th October, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> This is not the witch you’re looking for <br><strong>MUSIC:</strong> &nbsp;“Trouble” -Pink (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFu3YzRnyDU)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aleks, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Mackenzie wasn’t exactly sure what she had been expecting. Her communications with Aleks were always fun, a wonderful distraction when she needed it most and he became someone she could talk to with the safety of anonymity. Of course, she hadn’t shared with Aleks all of her buried secrets and insecurities; over the years she never quite figured out how to explain what happened to her father to those who asked. <em>He died, the M.O.M refuse to tell me how but I know it was a horrible thing and I know they wiped my mind of it several times but it doesn’t seem to stick and they can’t charm away these weird scars.</em> She was brave enough to admit to herself that what they shared was an enjoyable friendship. She liked having someone judge her on her personality, as horribly flawed as she was, without even considering what she looked like or what she had been through. Until now, Mack didn’t realize just how important and perfectly safe it was.<br><br>The threat of that safety didn’t shrink back into the shadows when he stepped forward. Something strange happened instead, a weird, fluttery sensation in the pit of her stomach was summoned and she was quite positive her ovaries started screaming in fanfare. Aleks was <em>tall</em>, more handsome than she expected and spoke with a rumble that made her curl her toes inside her shoes.<br><br><em>Fuck me…</em><br><br>There was a hard reboot of the brain. Luckily, she was so startled by her own reaction that she automatically responded before she could think too much. <em>Thank you, autopilot!</em><br><br>“Mackenzie? Mackenzie O’Hare?” She made a face as if she pitied him and saw nothing but looming disaster in his future simply by saying that name. It might as well have been ‘Lord Voldemort’ coming off of his tongue. The red brows furrowed on her pretty face and the brown of her eyes seemed to reflect with sympathy. “You sure you want me to show you where she is? I mean that girl is <em>trouble</em>.” She paused, just long enough for one corner of her mouth to tug upward at him, crookedly. “She’s also quite beautiful, daring, sophisticated, brilliant…” Mack trailed off like in her email, quite aware of how quickly her heart was beating inside of her chest, but more eager to see him smile than anything she had longed for in her entire life.<br><br>She hadn’t even had anything to drink. What the bloody hell was wrong with her? <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>11-03-2019, 02:25:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/images/jay-baruchel-1_5298.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> Valentin Delestrac (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14656422#msg14656422)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Third<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12½ inches, Ash, Unicorn, Inflexible<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Beauxbâtons Academy uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 25th October, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Grand Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Complaints and sibling clash<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Rihanna - Stay ft. Mikky Ekko (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JF8BRvqGCNs)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ria, Open<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> N/A</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>The ride in the carriage to Hogwarts had been smooth, travelling through the air, safely and comfortably through magic. <em>Plane would've done the job too,</em> Valentin thought, as he first entered the Cinderalla-style transport. The longer he was exposed to Beauxbâtons' customs, the more he realized all the French fairy tales had probably been inspired by the school's craziness or had something to do with the magical community at the very least. Muggles couldn't make some of these stuff up, could they? Transfigure a pumpkin into a carriage and whatnot. <br><br>Valentin spent his time listening to his favorite music on his earphones and reading <acronym title="USSR and us"><em>L'URSS et nous</em></acronym> by Alexandre Adler, not paying attention to the other students accompanying him and headmistress Trémaux as the Beauxbâtons delegation. Once the carriage was arriving at Hogwarts, everybody lurked by the window to look at the castle on the promontory, Valentin included. He thought it was beautiful, if not menacing, and quite a contrast from Beauxbâtons. He noticed the Durmstrang ship from the other windows and thought it was more interesting, and decided to look that way, seeing the Durmstrang students amass themselves on the bridge as they docked. <br><br>As they entered the Great Hall and followed the Durmstrang students in, Valentin felt a bit overwhelmed by the spectacle and all the eyes on them, but managed to lift his chin and walk with determination to their table, sitting down next to his sister. He sighed, turning towards her and touching her shoulder to get her attention. <br><br>"I still don't understand why you had to come... Seriously, are you trying to sabotage my work?" he complained to his sister in French, shaking his head with an annoyed look on his face. "You'd have the whole of France to yourself if you had stayed. What's so great about the tournament? You don't even like sports... It's not like the goblet of fire is gonna select you if you put your name in. If it did..." Valentin added, sighing again. "I'd have strong doubts about the aptitudes of whoever participated in the creation of the magical selection mechanism."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>11-03-2019, 04:55:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/mxfFmFh.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><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> As pictured.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 31st October, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> First in Line - Goblet of Fire<br><strong>MUSIC:</strong> &nbsp;“Crown” -Neffex (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_MTbjHKtobY)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> All</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>She never hesitated. Sure, Mackenzie was impulsive and had the habit of living solely in the moment but as soon as the tournament was announced at Hogwarts she knew that was what she needed to do. It wasn’t about winning. She wasn’t after the glory nor riches. This was about challenging herself. This was about seeing just what she was able to take, what she could accomplish and, quite possibly… flipping the M.O.M the bird as soon as she had their attention on her. Maybe, if she was willing to be a little more honest with herself, she hoped they might find her as a threat. Maybe she wanted a moment to be in the spotlight just to try and make them a little scared.<br><br>But that was kept close to the chest. Those were fears and bursts of anger she didn’t whisper to anyone and rarely allowed herself the luxury of sorting through. Mackenzie blamed the ministry for many things, like the lies about her father and the cover-ups of his death. Their determination to keep her away from the truth and the smiling masks they hid behind never failed to grate on every raw nerve. The tournament was the beginning of a plan that was still developing, a toe in the water.<br><br>So she stepped forward first, with her name and her school written on parchment in crisp, clear writing. She had nothing to worry about, at this point her fate was in the hands of the goblet. So into the goblet her parchment went with a flash of blue flame, and a flutter of anticipation rolling through her belly.<br><br>It <em>had</em> to be her. She was owed far more than what life had dealt her so far. All Mackenzie needed was the perfect place to start.<br><br>With that, she stepped away from the cup and back across the line, deciding right then that tonight would be a very good night to party too hard and drink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>11-03-2019, 06:04:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media1.tenor.com/images/8a60f665969873542fa9d71caf288802/tenor.gif?itemid=10556020)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Rhys Morahan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14664047#msg14664047)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor, 6th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 inches, Chestnut, Dragon heartstring, Flexible<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Gryffindor uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 31st October, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall - Goblet of Fire<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Challenge is on<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Lighting Seeds - Three Lions (Football's Coming Home) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RJqimlFcJsM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Mack, Valentin, All, Open<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> N/A</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>The goblet of fire, that ugly mundane looking cup. Minister Granger looked absolutely ravishing. She could scold him whenever she wanted. <em>Look my way, Granger, that's right, oh yeah, baby,</em> he thought, devouring her with his stare as she made her speech. <br><br><em>"Best of luck to you all."</em><br><br>Once she was done, he stood up from his seat and applauded in an exaggerate fashion, hoping to get her attention. Instead, she went over to her husband and then walked away. <em>Fucking ginger twat,</em> he thought, glaring at Weasley as menacingly as he could. Looking around at the students already lining up in front of the goblet of fire, eager to put their name in, Rhys had a dry mocking chuckle, as he knew they wouldn't be selected. <em>It's the hope that kills you, losers,</em> he thought, about to sit back down when he noticed Mack first in line. <br><br>He wouldn't lose to her. <br><br>"Woo!! Let's go!! I'm hyped, couz," Rhys said contracting his muscles as he started to walk towards the line and wanted to get the approval of his house while he was at it. "We got this, Mack! That's it, fam!" he cheered her on as she put her name in. <br><br>Not paying attention, he bumped into the person in front of him, the skinny guy he had seen talking with Dior at the beginning of the party the other night. <br><br>"What the fuck, mate?" Rhys let out, as Valentin turned around looking at the Englishman with puppy eyes and a confused look. <br><br>"Bonsoir," Valentin said, half turning back towards the goblet. <br><br>"What are you even doing here, blud?" he asked the Frenchman. <br><br>"Putting my name for zhe tournament," Valentin replied with an awkward smile. Rhys was intimidating and he didn't want to anger him. <br><br>Rhys laughed out loud when he heard his response, not believing it. <br><br>"Fam, you're kidding, you look like a smaller version of Peter Crouch," he commented, shaking his head. "You lost a bet or what?"<br><br>"Peter Crouch was a good player," Valentin replied, shrugging. "I will take my chances."<br><br>"Oh shit, fam, you watch football? What team do you support?" Rhys asked, now seeing Valentin in a different light. <br><br>Football was bringing everyone together after all. <br><br>"L'OM, hmm, Marseille," he said, with a hopeful smile. <br><br>Rhys' smile meanwhile died completely. <br><br>"Twat. We lost Payet to you lot. Twat. Piss off you mong," Rhys insulted him, barking in his face. <br><br>Fortunately for Valentin, it was his turn to put his name in the goblet. He turned away from Rhys, quite scared and scarred, putting his name in the fire and then promptly leaving and walking far away from the English menace. Rhys followed, glaring at Valentin as he saw him walk away. He put his name in the goblet and then returned to the Gryffindor table with a triumphant smile on his face. He would be chosen, or else... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>12-03-2019, 04:12:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.newsapi.com.au/image/v1/5be01bc09c9e28aec8d2ea970b3ca83f?width=650)</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> Aleksey Kozlov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14666185#msg14666185)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 inches - Ebony - Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Durmstrang Male uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 25th October, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Searching<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Mack, Open<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> N/A</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>For just a moment, Aleks feared that his English was nowhere near as good as he had hoped to believe it would be.&nbsp; The girl before him, undeniably very pretty in a very English way, looked at him dumbstruck, but almost too fast for his mind to have measured that expression, it was gone and replaced with a very different one.&nbsp; <br><br>The dismayed look threw him further for a loop, it seemed this girl felt BAD for him.&nbsp; What had he gotten himself into? Opening his mouth to speak, Aleks was cut off as Mack continued, her crooked smile and sly words striking right to the heart of him, and making him wonder if he had actually been so lucky as to get it right on the first try.<br><br>Smiling slowly, Aleks leaned down slightly until his face was more at Mack’s level, his dark eyes taking in her features.&nbsp; “It seems like you do indeed know her very well.”&nbsp; He laughed.&nbsp; “I can think of a hundred times when she has told me all about such descriptions, although none more than the first.”&nbsp; Reaching around behind him, Aleks produced the tiny seeming backpack, letting it dangle from one hand.<br><br>“You see, I have known her from afar, for some time, and I promised her a present.&nbsp; Although…” Aleks leaned down conspiratorially now, having decided that this had to be her, from that smile he imagined through all her cocky speeches in wizmail.&nbsp; Besides, what girl would describe another so?&nbsp; None is his experience.&nbsp; “...if you can keep my secret until I find her….I have in fact brought two.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>12-03-2019, 07:39:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/613ozDF.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> As pictured.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 25th October, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Ovaries screaming like fangirls at a boy band concert <br><strong>MUSIC:</strong> &nbsp;“Trouble” -Pink (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFu3YzRnyDU)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aleks, open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr> <br><em>Let’s start wobbling, shall we?</em> It was a good thing she was sitting down, because her knees felt a lot like jelly and that bizarre tugging sensation on the other side of her belly button began to pull there again. All Aleks did was lean into her a little more and <em>poof!</em>, there went everyone else and everything else in the great hall. Mackenzie knew that Aleks couldn’t actually see just how fast her heart was racing, but when he shifted his frame and smiled down at her she almost gulped and was glad her braids hid either side of her neck. Funny how her instincts were treating him like a threat. All he did was smile and basorexia came straight into play.<br><br><em>Ah damn. Oh hells! Shit shit shit!</em><br><br>Did she just lean forward a little? He seemed a little closer. She didn’t at all mind this. Mackenzie sat a little straighter, letting more of that distance between them close. “A hundred times now? Aleks,” she said by way of admission, letting him have the confirmation for the win, “are you telling me you have read my email <em>a hundred times</em>?”<br><br>She pulled the strap of her bag closer with one foot, not even tearing her eyes away from him as she did so. “Talk about putting a lady at the disadvantage. I’ve only the one for you. But, depending on that second gift, I guess could always find some other way to make it up to you.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>13-03-2019, 04:33:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://thenypost.files.wordpress.com/2014/10/charli_xcx_portrait_session.jpg?quality=90&amp;strip=all&amp;w=618&amp;h=410&amp;crop=1)</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> Loose silk black top, definitely not wearing a bra, black skirt, her beauxbaton's jacket over her shoulder, sunglasses on her head<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 25th October, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Sibling Luv &lt;3<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Icona Pop - I Love It (feat. Charli XCX) (https://youtu.be/UxxajLWwzqY)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Valentin, OPEN</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Ria licked her red painted lips when she strolled into Hogwarts. A sort of bad bitch look about her as she raised her sunglasses and threw her powder blue jacket over her shoulder. Eyes scanning the new victims of her social malice with a cocky grin on her face. This was the best decision she had made in a while. Deciding to get a fucking break from those dreary vineyards of France and those boring halls of Beauxbatons. It was literal torture for her. Things in England were dark, eerie, and cold. Cold enough that people drank themselves into sarcasm.<br><br>A wide smile slipped across those plush lips. She was going to love this. <br><br>Feeling like a thousand bucks she caught eyes with a few Durmstrang boys and girls. So utterly sexy with their cold eyes and stern features. Biting her bottom lip she found a random man of a face that she'd probably forget. Giving him a wink with those sly half eyes before taking a seat to the table allocated for the Beauxbaton's students. Her eyes beamed around looking for her fast friends and pouted her lips. How was it that she was always the one on time lately? Usually, she was always reasonably late and hungover. Unfortunately, the ride over here was incredibly sober. She was determined to find the first hook-up, party, drink of hard liquor, or drugs as quickly as possible. It was her motive. She was going to fucking live this year like she had never lived before!<br><br>Her eyes were glimmering when she felt a brush up against her shoulder, assuming it was Babs, to turn around and only find her fuzzy hair brother. Any glimmer of happiness dripped off of her face and fell to the ground beneath her. Her eyes even drooped downward as Valentin took a seat next to her. "What the fuck are you doing?" Ria said to him when he made himself comfortable. Her back stiff, almost as if she'd catch his nerd if he stood around her for too long. <br><br>"You're a fucking asshole, do you know that?" Ria said in response to her brother's words, even if he had a point. "Obviously, your little nerd brain can't understand the purpose of why I would want to come here. Do you see this?" Ria pointed out to the Hogwarts tables of carefree attitude, then the monsters of men at the Durmstrang table soaked in strength. The women were pretty too. Then, looking to the Beauxbaton's table, it seemed rather stuffy and pretentious to Ria. <br><br>"If I had to spend one more year that that stuffy school..." Ria eyes rolled into the back of her head. "I'd develop cabin fever hard enough to suck you off like one of those sister-fucking Icelandic country bumpkins," Ria's words rolled off of her tongue without a care. <br><br>Reaching out she grabbed a goblet and took a drink. Assuming it was going to be wine, but discovering the pungent taste of pumpkin on her tongue. She spat it back out into her goblet and wiped her mouth. An evil glare then shooting to Valentin as if it was his fault she had pumpkin juice rather than wine. "And... why the fuck do you think that I can't compete in the Tri-Wizard Tournament and that I'm not good enough? What... are you going to tell me next that <em>you</em>, a fucking nerd that only knows how to spread the pages of a book, would be more of a contender than I?" <br><br>It was obvious Valentin had hit a sore spot with Ria, as she wasn't a great witch. In fact, one of the worst of her classes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>13-03-2019, 05:59:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/images/jay-baruchel-1_5298.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> Valentin Delestrac (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14656422#msg14656422)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Third<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12½ inches, Ash, Unicorn, Inflexible<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Beauxbâtons Academy uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 25th October, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Complaints and sibling clash<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> P!nk - Blow Me (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3jNlIGDRkvQ)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ria, Open<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> N/A</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><em>"You're a fucking asshole, do you know that?"</em><br><br>"M'enfin?" Valentin said, surprised by her reaction and accusation. <em>You're the asshole!</em> he thought, frowning his eyebrows and leaning back slightly as she argued back. <br><br><em>"Obviously, your little nerd brain can't understand the purpose of why I would want to come here. Do you see this?"</em><br><br>"People?" Valentin suggested, proving her point and not understanding. <br><br><em>"If I had to spend one more year that that stuffy school... I'd develop cabin fever hard enough to suck you off like one of those sister-fucking Icelandic country bumpkins."</em><br><br>Valentin's eyes opened widely as he leaned towards her and tucked his neck in, like a scared turtle. <br><br>"Are you insane? What are you saying right now?" he whispered angrily, pleading her to not mention stuff like that in public. <br><br>He watched her grab a cup and drink its content, before spitting out the content back into the cup. Her behavior was completely out of proportions and not comprehensible to him, so much that he had no time to feel disgusted by the lack of table manners. She then glared at him like he was the evil incarnate. <br><br><em>"And... why the fuck do you think that I can't compete in the Tri-Wizard Tournament and that I'm not good enough? What... are you going to tell me next that you, a fucking nerd that only knows how to spread the pages of a book, would be more of a contender than I?"</em><br><br>Valentin glared back, taking a deep breath out of his nose. He hated it when she called him a nerd in that tone. <em>Yeah, I'm a fucking nerd, so what? One of us has to make our parents proud,</em> he thought too often, but never actually said it to her face. He could have called her a whore so many times, but to what end? It would have only made him look like a hypocrite, slut shaming his own sister. It made him feel so uneasy though, knowing that his sister had possibly slept with 'half' the school. Was he jealous? Perhaps. But then of whom? Of Ria's sexual prowess, or of those who laid with her?<br><br>"M- Maybe! Ok, yeah, definitely. I'd be a better champion without a doubt," he said, lifting his chin and daring to confront his sister head on. "Maybe I'll put my name, and then we'll see? Or are you too scared of the result?" He shook his head and lifted his hands to both sides to indicate the Great Hall. "It might all be a joke to you, a way to party and do nothing constructive as usual, but <em>I</em> care about this, ok? <em>I</em> care about our school. <em>I</em> care about our family's reputation. <em>I</em> care about <em>you</em>," he said, now pointing his right index at her, sighing. "I know you don't care about me, but can you just let me be for this, please?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Luciferia</strong> on <strong>13-03-2019, 20:41:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Aq1inij.png)</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>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Konstantin König (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14750128#msg14750128)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>YEAR:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Seven</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>13” | Ebony | Dragon Heartstring | Inflexible (https://i.imgur.com/GfBY56D.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>As Pictured</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Thursday, 31 October, 2019 | Evening</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Hogwarts Grand Hall</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>The Chosen One</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Die Walküre, WWV 86B, Act I: Act I Scene 1: Prelude (https://youtu.be/bcJPrH2S8f4)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Nadia | <strong>Open</strong></td></tr><tr><td><strong>WARNING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Trigger and Content Warnings</div><div class="spoiler_body">Konstantin is delighted by Nadia’s rape in this post. I spoke with Heartsink in advance and got permission to take this scene in an ugly direction. Konstantin’s views are not my views in the slightest.</div></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Hogwarts was, truthfully, a vacation in comparison to Durmstrang, where the fires were only lit for magical study and where the biting polar winds dumped blizzards of snow upon them more often than not. Though Hogwarts’ curriculum was undoubtedly softer, and their policies on what constituted an acceptable admission lackadaisical (as his own alma mater had become), there was no reason not to enjoy the proffered luxury. Konstantin certainly enjoyed the comforts of home when in Frankfurt with his mother, but they were a frugal pair, and preferred to see their money in the Von Bank family vault rather than manifested through unnecessary grandeur. <br><br>Konstantin stood in front of the mirror with a towel wrapped around his hips, the blonde tendrils of his hair gently dripping with water from the shower he’d emerged from moments ago. He was certain that his classmates from Durmstrang were downstairs, busily doing backflips and performing useless and ostentatious spells. They were all <acronym title="Deputy Headmistress">Stellvertretende Schulleiterin</acronym> Wolff’s performing monkeys. In his eyes, she was worse than a mudblood, she’d been born of <em>nonmagical</em> vermin as a complete and total fluke, as was British Minister of Magic, Hermione Granger.<br><br>He did not need to hear the prattling of an English sow, nor bear the scrutinous gaze of some American bitch who had overreached her station. Things would change when <em>he</em> was the German Chancellor, of that he was certain.<br><br>Without breaking contact with his freckled reflection, he reached for a black bag placed on the side of the sink. A zipper whined and then the crisp sound of metal-on-metal rung throughout the porcelain bathroom as he opened his straight razor (https://i.imgur.com/3vztzsv.png). Hooked onto the towel rack was what looked to be a leather belt with a silver ring at the end, but was actually the sharpening strop. Konstantin grabbed the link to pull it tight, so tight the leather groaned, and then, laying the blade flat against it, began to run it up and back, flipping the razor with each stroke to sharpen each side. Up and back, up and back, with the ease of someone who had handled this blade for years. Indeed, whereas so many at Durmstrang were content to grow beards and look like a pack of stray dogs, Konstantin preferred to keep himself sleek and clean and that required maintenance. <br><br>Every motion he made was calculated and exact, wasting no effort and taking great pleasure in his steadfast accuracy. <br><br>Once satisfied, he reached for the ceramic cup next to faucet, one lightly brimming with shaving soap that smelled of lemongrass. Using a shaving brush, he dabbed the ebony bristles into the white foam and then drug it across his cheek, repeating until his white skin was even whiter. He tilted his head to the side, pulled the skin tight with his other hand, and pressed the cold blade against his warm cheek. Effortlessly, he swiped down in a clean line that removed every trace of stubble and left nothing but smooth flesh in its wake. <br><br>This was a ritual that he enjoyed, one that he didn’t care to replace with magic, regardless of how much more efficient it might be. Konstantin was a disciplined man in every other regard and could afford to spare a moment for himself for the sake of focusing his energy into a singular purpose: victory. As easy as it was to say that he wanted to win the Tri-Wizard Cup, without a plan in place that was little more than a nebulous fantasy from the mind of a child. There was a process to follow, and the first step was to enter his name. <br><br>With all the efficiency of a trained soldier, Konstantin strode into the Grand Hall with confidence, holding his uniform's hat under an elbow so as not to to disrespectfully wear it inside, or in the presence of ladies. He was, after all, a gentleman. He was not as tall or as broad as the majority of those in the crimson uniform of Durmstrang, but he walked through the din like a lone wolf who was accustomed to forging his own path and did not care if anyone else was on it. <br><br>Without so much as a glance or a wave to anyone at the Durmstrang table, Konstantin marched up to the goblet and ignored the line, walking by everyone else and cutting the person at the front with the swiftness of a hawk. In his hand was a small piece of parchment – his offering to the goblet’s mystical flame. Devoid of pomp or circumstance, Konstantin reached up to place his name into the dancing blue-white flames, his frozen eyes reflecting the color eerily as the color shifted from ethereal blue to sparking crimson.<br><br><em> Deutschland, Deutschland über Alles.</em><br><br>When he was through, he turned around and strode towards the Durmstrang table, his eyes now taking measure of his classmates and spotting Nadia, lost little lamb, all alone. He grinned wolfishly. Konstantin held no love for the mudblood, feminist bitch but after having witness her long-overdue rape, the thought of her now brought a smile to his face. Perhaps now she would remember where her place was. <br><br>Sitting next to her, the German warlock grabbed a large carving knife and pair of metal tongs. His eyes were drawn to the goblet, where several women were in line. He looked back to Nadia, his smug face full of unspoken secrets. Getting a rise out of her would not only be easy, but potentially help break her will.<br><br><strong>“I don’t know why you women insist on competing,”</strong> he began, sinking the prongs into a large pot roast and slicing off a clean cut. <strong>“Durmstrang needs a <em>champion</em>, not a housewife.”</strong> He knew it likely wouldn’t take much more than that to start a disagreement.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>14-03-2019, 04:26:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nisimasa.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/02/Zofia-Wichlacz.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> Nadia Găină (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14659780#msg14659780)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11¾ inches, Pine, Dragon heartstring, Springy<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Durmstrang student uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Thursday, 31 October, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall - Durmstrang table<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> We are the champions<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Smuglyanka Moldavanka performed by the Red Army Choir (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kdcr0PzigWo)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Konstantin, Open<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> N/A</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>After putting her name in the goblet, Nadia went back to the Durmstrang table and sat down, eating in silence for the time being. At one point, she lifted her eyes from her food and glanced to her left, noticing a vile rat had just appeared and decided to sit next to her. He seemed to be preparing himself some food silently, until he turned towards the goblet of fire and then back towards Nadia, a smug look on his face. She glared back, wondering what he was up to. <br><br><em>"I don't know why you women insist on competing. Durmstrang needs a champion, not a housewife."</em><br><br>Ah, that was it, the usual misogynistic remark. Marker of a real man. Eloquent and charming. Normally she would have just left and sat somewhere else. He wasn't worthy of her presence let alone breathing the same air as her. His company was not something she ever wanted, especially not in such proximity. Fortunately there were plenty of people around so she wasn't feeling as bad as she would have been if they were just the two of them, in which case her wand would have been out and he would have been told to back off. She decided the best play was to enter his game and see if she could shift the balance in her favor, maybe make him feel disgusted and cause him to leave. <br><br>"You're right, that's why we won the tournament for each of its occurrence, because brave men like yourself guided the glorious Durmstrang Institute to victory every time," she said sarcastically. "Oh wait, we never won," she added immediately, a forced saddened expression on her face. "<acronym title="How cute, did you put your name in the goblet?">Какой милый, ты поставил свое имя в кубок?</acronym> <acronym title="You're gonna show everyone what a real man looks like?">Ты собираешься показать всем, как выглядит настоящий мужчина?</acronym> <acronym title="You'd have to be worthy, first">Сначала ты должен быть достоин</acronym>," she concluded, switching to Russian, a language she had more ease in than English. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>15-03-2019, 02:22:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.newsapi.com.au/image/v1/5be01bc09c9e28aec8d2ea970b3ca83f?width=650)</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> Aleksey Kozlov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14666185#msg14666185)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 inches - Ebony - Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Durmstrang Male uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 25th October, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Searching<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Mack, Open<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> N/A</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Aleks was grinning wider and wider by the moment, especially as Mack revealed at last that it was her.&nbsp; Perhaps the powers that be had decided to smile down onto Aleks, or a more cynical viewpoint might be that maybe this lovely redhead had been waiting from him as well, so it was less miraculous and more lucky coincidence.&nbsp; Whatever is was, Aleks was quite glad for it, because it saved him from searching all of this castle for the girl.<br><br>Looking closer now that he knew this was Mack, Aleks was again struck by how very pretty she was, particularly in a way that he was not at all used to.&nbsp; On top of that, he could almost see the clever troublemaker behind her eyes, and that made his pleased expression even more pronounced.&nbsp; “Oh, is a hundred times too many?&nbsp; I figured with the number we have exchanged, that perhaps that was two or three times each…” He contemplated, teasingly.&nbsp; “But most of that was trying to translate, too.”<br><br>“Speaking of which, I remember you are not a patient girl, so I will get on with it…” The big Russian said, feeling his face immediately starting to flush as Mack made a comment about making the second present up to him.&nbsp; Not a prude or anything, Aleks nevertheless tended to blush when girls made bold comments, which meant he was probably in a lot of trouble here.&nbsp; “First, as promised, something to keep you warm!” He boomed, reaching into his bag and producing what at first looked like an arctic fox.&nbsp; Spinning it in his hands, he quickly plopped a big fur hat (http://genuinefurhats.com/35-large_default/ushanka-white.jpg) on Mack’s head.<br><br>“There!&nbsp; Should your fiery locks ever fail you, that should do the trick.&nbsp; Even as cold as our winter is, never has anyone gotten cold ears in one of those.”&nbsp; Aleks grinned, before getting a little nervous about the second gift, his meaty hands taking longer to take it from the bag.&nbsp; This was a gift he himself had made, and he was far more worried about it's reception.&nbsp; “This second one, is something my mother taught me to make.”&nbsp; Sliding his hand from the bag, Aleks held a long chain, and dangling on the end was a translucent crystal (https://cdn-img-0.wanelo.com/p/cb5/5f5/0bb/3096336f3f7b20ffb0a9f3a/x354-q80.jpg), held by one end that seemed as if it had been dipped in copper.<br><br>“I know it is a bit crude…” He admitted.&nbsp; “My mother calls these Spring Pendants.&nbsp; They are made from ice, preferably late winter ice, but they are enchanted not to melt and to always hold a little sunshine, to remind you in the coldest winter that spring is always coming.”&nbsp; Sliding his free hand down the chain, the icy pendant glowed with a soft golden light, indeed like it was being hit by a sunbeam.&nbsp; “The best of these, like my mother makes, can keep you warm while you hold them.&nbsp; Alas, my magic is not so strong.&nbsp; So, maybe it keeps your hand warm.”&nbsp; Aleks laughed, holding the second gift out to Mack.<br><br>“So, like you feared, one of your gifts is a rock.”&nbsp; He winked.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>15-03-2019, 04:34:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/613ozDF.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> As pictured.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 25th October, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Gift exchange and a Hallmark moment <br><strong>MUSIC:</strong> &nbsp;“Trouble” -Pink (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFu3YzRnyDU)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aleks, open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>The heat which crept across Aleks' face was nearly as seductive to her as the lines around his mouth. She had the sudden urge to reach up and trace them with the pads of her fingers but settled instead with closing her hands into fists to prop herself up on the table. For the first time in a while, Mackenzie didn’t quite trust herself and was lost in the rapid-fire of her thoughts. He wasn’t a virgin, she was certain of that. Yet the flirting seemed to make him react in the most delightful way and she found herself wanting to see it again. Perhaps it was culture shock? Or maybe Mack was being Mack and probably far bolder and forward than most women. Especially in public spaces.<br><br>Something white and fuzzy plopped down over her head. It was slightly too large so that the hat hid part of her eyes when it was settled into place, and for a brief moment all Aleks would see was her wide smile and white teeth beneath a white dome. But a nudge with her hand and an adjustment to her braid were all that was required to make it settle in place.<br><br>The hat was a bit tacky. It was certainly a statement piece and she had no doubt Grace would give her a few eyeblinks when she caught her wearing it, but for her, it was <em>perfect</em>.<br><br>“Braw!” Her exclamation was genuine and she took the hat off only so she might give it a complete look over. His hesitation for the second gift was missed. In fact, she hadn’t even noticed he pulled it out until the large palm was stuck out toward her.<br><br>Mackenzie’s smile melted. The second gift made her speechless and she forgot all about the hat that so recently had been a delight. The only other piece of jewelry she owned was her father’s wedding band, now charmed to fit on her thumb without slipping off. The esthetic with that piece was sentimental value and in an instant, the necklace had gained just as much worth. She was careful when she picked it up, turning it over to watch the gleam and indeed her palm began to warm from its presence.<br><br>She wasn’t expecting such a sweet gesture. Or was she over thinking things? She wasn’t ignorant, she knew that, but what if this was some quirky tradition his culture -hell, even his home village- partook?<br><br>She needed humor again. Something to distract her emotions, which were stirred, as well as something that would soothe his worries.<br><br>“Does this mean we’re getting married?”<br><br>The smile was back, transformed into a grin as she placed the necklace over her head and proudly wore it out in the open. If that didn’t reassure him, perhaps the way she frequently lifted her hand to touch the crystal would. She hadn’t anticipated him being such a sap. Then again she hadn’t ever anticipated something would be as touching as she found this to be.<br><br>Mackenzie pulled up the backpack she brought with her, looking relatively normal in size when it was in her presence. From inside she withdrew a handmade stuffed fox (https://i.imgur.com/6fkea3V.jpg) she crafter herself. It was a bit lopsided, quirky, but nearly as red as her hair and in the form of her patronus. Her intention had been to give him something to remember her by when the school year was over. Even if it would probably sit on a shelf and collect dust.<br><br>“Uh, I made my gift too.” She didn’t blush, but there was a bit of a sheepishness to her features that wasn’t there before. “He’s charmed. Here. Watch.”<br><br>Setting the fox down beside her on the table, Mackenzie clapped her hands, twice, sharply, and immediately the fox sprung to life and began to dance the Hopak. This lasted for about twenty seconds before the fox finally bowed, and flopped over to its side. She quickly plucked it back up and pointed out the large buttons used for eyes. "I've charmed these, too. I know you're not really big on social media, so I thought while you were here at the school we can use this to communicate. I've got the sisters in my room. That way, if you want to talk of if you need anything you can just send me a message. It <em>should</em> work as walkie-talkies do, but I haven't moved past some light beta testing." She held out the plushy for him. "It shouldn't explode or catch things on fire anymore."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>15-03-2019, 13:51:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/528345016561565696/535870398927994890/615c0ac59ba639795ce753e7412e674e.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/dumbledoresarmyroleplay/images/6/64/Main_Page_Ministry_of_Magic_Crest.png/revision/latest?cb=20181224054921)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Hermoine Granger-Weasley<br><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong> Minister of Magic<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle Born<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10¾" | Vine | Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same as picture with black Mary Jane's<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Thursday, 31st October, 2019 | Midnight<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts | Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Addressing those gathered around the Goblet of Fire<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Everyone</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>No sooner had the massive grandfather clock in the hallway struck midnight, than the goblet of fire sealed itself off, its flames turning red as it considered each and every slip of paper inside it. There was a collective air in the great hall as everyone held their breath and watched on the edge of their seats, with bated breath. <br><br>Hermione had been asked to read the names of each champion once the goblet spat them out. Making her way to the goblet of fire, she retracted her wand elegantly and prepared it to amplify her voice. Her husband, Ronald, joined her on the other side of the goblet, facing the large, ornate piece, and readying his hands to catch the bits of parchment paper. <br><br>With the tip of her wand pointed to the side of her neck, she addressed the collection of students and staff. “When the goblet is ready, we will have our first three champions. If you were not chosen for this trial, you may enter your name again, when the second trial commences, in February.” She gave a nod of her head, then lowered her wand and faced the goblet, expectantly.<br><br>Next moment, the goblet spat out its first slip of paper, which was swarmed by blue and orange flames, only to be extinguished the moment Ron grabbed hold of it. He made sure there were no more flames on the paper, before handing it over to his wife. Hermione took hold of it, smiling at Ron in the interim, and unfolded the slip of paper. Her wand returned to the side of her neck as she announced: “From Beauxbatons, the chosen champion is… Victoria Delestrac!” <br><br>Another slip of paper was shot out from the goblet. Ron caught it, but had to lunge after it to ensure it wouldn’t hit the floor. He laughed at himself softly, then handed that second slip of paper to his wife. She unfolded it carefully and announced, in the same way as with the first: “From Durmstrang, the chosen champion is… Nadia Gaina!” <br><br>Finally, the last slip of paper was catapulted from the goblet, nearly launching itself straight at Ron. “Alright,” he scoffed out, almost sounding offended at the object. He leaned over and handed the final piece of paper to Hermione, who took it only after giving her husband quite a look. With a blink of her eyes, she settled her gaze on the final name, and announced in a similar fashion as before: “Our champion from Hogwarts is… Dior Darley!” <br><br>The goblet of fire extinguished itself, its blue, roaring flames, suddenly dying out, as if they were doused in water. Ron took a sideways step away from it, as if concerned that it might decide to become sentient again. After all, magical artifacts and things were often unpredictable. <br><br>Hermione took a step forward, raising her hand holding the slips of paper, toward the ceiling. Her other hand took a firm hold of her wand and extended it slowly, as if releasing an arrow from the bow. The three slips of paper all flew through the air, as if they were attached to the end of that imaginary arrow, and then landed soundlessly on the ceiling, which was reflecting the inky night sky. <br><br><div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190315/a83911999b977f3eae222d62474af5a0.png) (https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190315/01126ed165113089b469525a6ce6571e.png) (https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190315/9982ee888aa8c021e329fbe3e5c9a4ac.png)</div><br>Each slip of paper seemed to splash against the ceiling, creating ripples all around it, before sticking against something that was invisible. All three pieces of paper grew in size, so that the champions’ names were filling up a large portion of the reflective ceiling. Beyond the slips of paper, the names of each champion seemed to twinkle in the stars. <br><br>Hermione lowered her wand and smiled at the sight. It was done. She brought her hands together to clap for the three champions collectively. It was finished. The three of them were now in a binding contract with the Triwizard Tournament. They must see their trial through to the end. “Best of luck to each of you,” she murmured, after Ron had encouraged the three of them to stand and be recognized. <br><br>With that, Headmaster Phixyll, who was the first to start clapping, reached the goblet of fire and personally thanked the Minister of Magic for her involvement, before sealing the goblet closed, with its wooden covering. “You are all dismissed,” he calmly spoke to those gathered, then led the line of faculty members out of the great hall. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Luciferia</strong> on <strong>15-03-2019, 23:50:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Aq1inij.png)</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>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Konstantin König (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14750128#msg14750128)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>YEAR:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Seven</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>13” | Ebony | Dragon Heartstring | Inflexible (https://i.imgur.com/GfBY56D.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>As Pictured</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Thursday, 31 October, 2019 | Evening</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Hogwarts Grand Hall</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>The Chosen One</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Die Walküre, WWV 86B, Act I: Act I Scene 1: Prelude (https://youtu.be/bcJPrH2S8f4)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><strong>Nadia</strong> | <strong>Open</strong></td></tr><tr><td><strong>WARNING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Trigger and Content Warnings</div><div class="spoiler_body">He is speaking and thinking about Nadia's <acronym title="rape">violation.</acronym> I spoke with Heartsink in advance and got permission to take this scene in an ugly direction. Konstantin’s views are not my views in the slightest.</div></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><em>“You're right, that's why we won the tournament for each of its occurrence, because brave men like yourself guided the glorious Durmstrang Institute to victory every time – Oh wait, we never won.”</em><br><br>Her words cut like daggers thanks to her icy tone but Konstantin’s smug grin widened at the remark. How easily the canker blossom unfurled her petals in the presence of a threat. His lips pulled wide into a smile so that the pair of them appeared to be having little more than a conversation over supper. To any foreign onlookers, he was merely a man supping. <br><br><strong>“Durmstrang’s history of consistent failure has nothing to do with sex or gender, though I’m not surprised by your misguided analysis.”</strong><br><br>He forked a bite of roast into his mouth, chewing while Nadia switched to Russian for her barbs.<br><br><em><acronym title="How cute, did you put your name in the goblet?">“Какой милый, ты поставил свое имя в кубок?”</acronym></em> Since he was chewing, Konstantin nodded curtly. There was no need to spoil a nice exchange with unpleasantries – those would come later, and at his beckon, not hers. <em><acronym title="You're gonna show everyone what a real man looks like?">“Ты собираешься показать всем, как выглядит настоящий мужчина?”</acronym></em> Konstantin kept eating his roast, seemingly unbothered by the mudblood’s idiocy. <em><acronym title="You'd have to be worthy, first">“Сначала ты должен быть достоин</acronym>.”</em><br><br>Lifting a cloth napkin to his mouth, Konstantin dabbed once before speaking, opting to use the superior German in the light of a language switch. He set the cloth back in his lap and rested his forearm on the table, turning on the bench to address Nadia with more open posture. His knee pressed against her thigh and did not move; a constant warm presence on the outside of her leg.<br><br><acronym title="And you think that the Goblet of Fire is an impartial adjudicator of this alleged worthiness?"><strong>“Und Sie glauben, dass der Feuerkelch ein unparteiischer Richter dieser angeblichen Würdigkeit ist?”</strong></acronym> Konstantin snorted derisively. <acronym title="The last tournament claimed the life of an innocent boy because an English criminal managed to bamboozle it."><strong>“Das letzte Turnier forderte das Leben eines unschuldigen Jungen, weil der englische Kriminelle es geschafft hat, es zu schwindle.”</strong></acronym> He turned to Hermione Granger, the mudblood British Minister. <acronym title="And now, the Goblet of Fire has been in the care of a biased political figure"><strong>“Und jetzt hat der Feuerkelch eine parteiische politische Figur gepflegt.”</strong></acronym> He continued to let his knee press against her, wondering if she was as skittish about physical touch as most of the skirts he knew who had been raped. He took a drink from his goblet, one far less impressive than the one at the front of the room, eyeing Nadia over the rim before setting it down. <acronym title="We are playing the lottery, nothing more"><strong>“Wir spielen im Lotto, mehr nicht.”</strong></acronym><br><br>As midnight struck, Konstantin straightened his posture and looked to Granger at the front of the Grand Hall, his eyes glittering with the crimson sparks of the Goblet of Fire. Upon seeing her ginger twat of a husband join her, Konstantin’s smirk twisted into a small grimace. Watching Purebloods associate so freely with their lesser was more insulting than nearly anything else. He didn’t care about the bitch from Beauxbatons, by the look of her she would be even more useless than their last champion had been. Besides, France didn’t need to worry its pretty little head about competitions when they could stick to making gorgeous women. <br><br>However, Durmstrang’s champion was of the utmost importance... <em>“From Durmstrang, the chosen champion is… Nadia Gaina!”</em><br><br>It was only thanks to years and years of military training that kept Konstantin’s face from turning red with anger. It was exactly as he’d expected of a tournament hosted by Granger, fixed so that the women would arbitrarily get a chance despite being clearly inferior. Still seated next to Nadia, Konstantin turned towards his food and stabbed another bite of roast with more aggression than he was using before. The pot roast tasted better than his own words did, that much was for certain, but like a snake he was configuring a strategy to ensure her failure one way or the other.<br><br><strong>“Congratulations.”</strong> He was truly jealous but he kept his demeanor mocking, raising his eyebrows at the female ‘champions’ as if that explained his earlier point quite clearly. <strong>“Perhaps it’s a good thing that you’ll have this opportunity to showcase your ineptitude on an international stage.”</strong><br><br>Knowing now that Nadia was legally bound to the tournament, he considered whether or not he should save his secret knowledge of her rape for another time, one closer to the Task so that he could ensure her failure. Deciding that this information was best revealed at a later date for maximum impact, Konstantin opted to push her buttons in easier ways. <br><br><em>Just you wait, mudblood. I will throw your worst nightmare in your face shortly before the Task.</em><br><br>Durmstrang was no home for him, nor was he proud of the institution. They could lose again, so long as it destroyed her in the process.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>16-03-2019, 09:59:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nisimasa.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/02/Zofia-Wichlacz.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> Nadia Găină (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14659780#msg14659780)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11¾ inches, Pine, Dragon heartstring, Springy<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Durmstrang student uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Thursday, 31 October, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall - Durmstrang table<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> We are the champions<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Smuglyanka Moldavanka performed by the Red Army Choir (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kdcr0PzigWo)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Konstantin, Open<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> N/A</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><em>"Durmstrang's history of consistent failure has nothing to do with sex or gender, though I'm not surprised by your misguided analysis."</em><br><br>Nadia rolled her eyes, but refrained from commenting further. There was no point in arguing with Konstantin over anything regarding gender, she had learned over the years, although she had herself to blame for taking his bait earlier. A few paranoid souls claimed Durmstrang's lack of Triwizard glory was attributed to Anglo-French collusion, with one of their main point the fact that they had shared the wins equally until the Potter win, which was tampered with nevertheless. A bunch of conspiracy theories, which Nadia didn't believe one bit, although she suspected Konstantin might believe that kind of thing or some other far fetched delusions of his. While Konstantin understood Russian, Nadia didn't understand German. As such, it was easy for her to ignore his retort following her little sarcastic comments about his masculinity in Russian. German was such a pretty language, and yet it seemed to lose all of its beauty when it escaped the mouth of that rat. Maybe he assumed everyone spoke German or, at least, should.<br><br>But while it was easy to ignore his words in a language she didn't understand, his body language was impossible not to notice, especially when it involved pushing his knee against her thigh. Not only was it uncomfortable because it was him, something she would have still managed to tolerate under old circumstances, the fact she had been violated by human trash not too dissimilar to Konstantin, she'd imagine, made it unbearable. Unable to restrain a shiver going through her spine, she looked repulsed throughout Konstantin's speech, moving her legs the opposite direction and reaching for her wand. <br><br><strong>"<acronym title="Touch me again and I will cut off your limbs">Atingeți-mă din nou și vă voi tăia membrele,</acronym>"</strong> she said in her native language, sliding to the side and giving some distance between the both of them, her wand out and pointed at him. The wand was shaking in her hand due to her anger and anxiety, while she was holding it too tightly, the skin of her hand around the handle whitening from the lack of blood circulation. Realizing he didn't understand Romanian, she switched to English so there would be nearby witnesses if necessary. <strong>"It's a surprise that you managed to carry your throat about with yourself in this world for so long and yet no one ever deigned to cut it."</strong> She stared at the cold blue of his eyes which weren't too dissimilar to her own eyes, except hers would reflect her fear.<br><br>As midnight approached, the tables got more crowded, and somebody sat between her and Konstantin, visibly not noticing her wand out in their hasty arrival. Nadia pulled it back and down, still staring at Konstantin while keeping it along her thigh. Voices then came from the front of the Great Hall and Nadia turned that way, noticing Minister Granger was speaking. <br><br><em>"When the goblet is ready, we will have our first three champions. If you were not chosen for this trial, you may enter your name again, when the second trial commences, in February."</em><br><br>That changed a lot. Unlike other instances of the tournament, there would be three different champions per school, one for each trial. Strategically, this made it stranger for the organizers to let the goblet of fire decide instead of the schools themselves, if specialization was required. Depending on the nature of the first trial, the champions could very well not be up for the task, and she doubted the goblet was omniscient enough to take into account everything about them. There was also the possibility of a 1-1-1 tie for the three trials unless the points distribution was different per trial. The selection process was questionable in many ways, but she wouldn't be one to complain openly about it. As she observed the goblet of fire, it spat out the first name, which Minister Granger read out loud.<br><br><em>"From Beauxbatons, the chosen champion is... Victoria Delestrac!"</em><br><br>Like all her peers, she looked over to the Beauxbâtons table and saw the French guests erupt in cheers and applause as she looked at Victoria, the girl she met at Dior's party and who so eagerly wanted to drink shots, even singling her out. She didn't see her as much of an opponent at first glance and yet she was a champion. She resisted the temptation to glance at Konstantin to see his reaction to a woman being chosen, as another name was spat out by the goblet. <br><br><em>"From Durmstrang, the chosen champion is..."</em><br><br>It was their moment. Everyone around her seemed to hold their breath in anticipation. Time seemed to slow down as she hoped in her mind it wouldn't be Konstantin. <em>Anyone but him, anyone but him,</em> she repeated in her mind, praying to the gods of magic. <br><br><em>"Nadia Găină!"</em><br><br>She froze as noise erupted around her and she felt her ears block and the sound of cheers and chanting become muffled. She glanced at the faces smiling at her and instead of feeling joy, a sense of accomplishment or even an ounce of pride, she felt nothing. It seemed surreal, like none of it was actually happening. She stood up from the bench as noise came back to her ears and all eyes were on her. <br><br>The third and last parchment then escaped from the goblet, revealing the Hogwarts champion, the most awaited of all. Minister Granger looked at the name and then announced it as she did the others. <br><br><em>"Our champion from Hogwarts is... Dior Darley!"</em><br><br>The goblet's blue flame extinguished as the selection process had ended and the three champions had been chosen. Nadia turned around slightly to face the other tables and have a better global view of the Great Hall. Under roaring cheers, the Hogwarts champion joined Victoria and Nadia standing up and the three women were isolated within the assembled student bodies. She looked at Dior and then Victoria, ready for battle. Headmaster Phixyll then dismissed everybody and people surrounded her to congratulate her, but not before Konstantin managed to share his thoughts, an amused look on his face, like her selection was a farce. <br><br><em>"Congratulations. Perhaps it's a good thing that you'll have this opportunity to showcase your ineptitude on an international stage."</em><br><br><strong>"Aww, thank you for your support,"</strong> she replied with a genuine smile, although her tone was as sarcastic as possible. She could imagine his rage behind his façade. 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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>16-03-2019, 15:21:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s3.amazonaws.com/storage5.magcloud.com/image/preview/69f4f604c3b16c43a195a2af761c5ea9.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> Aaren Sandstrom (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658128#msg14658128)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 inch | Redwood | Dragon Heartstring <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> As pictured with dark jeans and vans <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Thursday, 31st October, 2019 | Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Durmstrang table<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Don't try and sleep through the end of the world... <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> P!ATD - This is Gospel (Piano) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jO2_3pVd5k0)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Nadia | Konstantin | Open | (Mentioning: Raynor)</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Aaren entered his name into the goblet of fire, standing in a line that was mixed with students from all three schools. They were all hopeful contenders, all hoping and wishing that it would be their name, echoing off of the great hall walls, just after midnight. He knew he was supposed to want to be chosen, but now that this moment was upon him, he had to admit, he wasn’t sure what he wanted anymore. <br><br>Competing in the tournament was a chance to create a legacy. Yet, there were those who went down in the history books, simply because they suffered and died during the tournament. Sometimes he felt like those surrounding him, cheering on the idea that so many students were entering their names into the goblet of fire, were all in denial. Maybe he was in denial, too. Was anyone considering just how dangerous the games really were?<br><br>Perhaps calling them games was a part of the problem. Like the gladiators of Rome, fighting one another and even animals of the wild, to the death… for the entertainment of others. Surely, those were not games. Those were peoples lives, being taken away from them brutally and viciously, within a matter of moments. Within a few blinks of the eye, those fighters went from being champions to just being a memory. <br><br>As the line moved up, Aaren felt himself going numb. He hesitated but drew his arm up when he reached the goblet, releasing his slip of paper into the fiery depths. Walking away from the goblet, once his parchment piece seemed to be consumed by the blue flames, Aaren glanced back over his shoulder, hoping that he wasn’t chosen to represent Durmstrang. Not only did he feel as if he never quite fit in there, but Durmstrang as an institution probably had a list of people they would prefer over Aaren, as champion. <br><br>Raynor, for example, would be a perfect choice. He was a tank of a man, and as he recently proved with the brutal training regimen assigned by the Deputy Headmistress, he was also a machine, of sorts. Someone like him, despite how mad he could be at times, would be a much more suitable choice for Durmstrang. <br><br>He wasn’t some vile human being like Gridelwald, who was the main reason why other schools thought Durmstrang was a place where dark wizards were molded and created. Which reminded him of another who was entering his name into the goblet; Konstantin. If he were chosen, even if he did well for the trial, he would only succeed in continuing to tarnish the reputation of their school. And he’d be smiling about it all the way. <br><br><hr><br>When midnight rolled around, Aaren found his way to the Durmstrang table and sat to watch as the Minister of Magic read off the names of the champions from each school. First, she said the Beauxbatons champion, who he recognized from the Darley party as the girl who wanted to get everyone tipsy with something called tequila. Then, she announced the champion from Durmstrang.<br><br><em>Nadia Gaina.</em> <br><br>Aaren’s heart sank. His jaw went slack and everything moved in slow motion, all at once. His gaze steered toward her as she sat beside Konstantin, looking just as shocked as he felt. After swallowing the lump in his throat, he managed to raise his hands, like everyone around him had been doing, and started clapping for her. He was on the other side of the table, across and a few seats down from them. So, when Konstantin let his slithering remark slip free, Aaren heard it. <br><br>Nadia could handle herself. She always could. In the end, that may have been one of their downfalls as a couple. He wanted someone to need him. Nadia was not that woman. She needed no one. But, Aaren couldn’t quite help himself from butting in. “Seems as if you’re already showing yours enough for everyone. Planning on rooting for one of the other school’s champions? Or does the fact that none of them have a dick mean you’d rather see them all lose?” Aaren questioned, his brows quirked as his head tilted, his features appearing quite confused. <br><br>In the back of his mind, he had to admit, he was a bit worried about Nadia. Maybe he shouldn’t have been. Maybe he continued to see her as a damsel who needed protection when she was truly anything but. “Congratulations… champion.” He tried out the word on her, his smile turning genuine just for her before he collected himself and stood from the table. Well, he wasn’t chosen this time, but he hadn’t predicted this outcome, so to say Aaren was relieved wouldn’t be entirely accurate. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>22-03-2019, 22:58:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.newsapi.com.au/image/v1/5be01bc09c9e28aec8d2ea970b3ca83f?width=650)</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> Aleksey Kozlov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14666185#msg14666185)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 inches - Ebony - Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Durmstrang Male uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 25th October, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Searching<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Mack, Open<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> N/A</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Aleks was quite pleased with Mack’s reaction to his gifts, well initially only the first.&nbsp; It was a weird thing, trying to translate how someone acted and sounded in magimail (where you had no tone or inflection to go by) to how they would act in a real face to face encounter.&nbsp; &nbsp;Coupling that with the fact that he had to concentrate a bit to ACTUALLY translate, and he found himself paying far more attention to Mack’s features than he might have anyone elses.&nbsp; Yes, surely that was the reason.<br><br>As the first gift transitioned into the second, Aleks was a bit more nervous.&nbsp; It was bold offering a piece of jewelry as a gift to a girl on ones first meeting, but he consoled himself in that it was Mack to whom he as giving it, and she never struck him in her letters as worried about being overly girlie, and also by the fact that it was a very rough, simple piece.&nbsp; It was impossible to read too much into it, or so he thought.&nbsp; As if reading his thoughts, Mack’s joke made him freeze for a quick second before his smile at her humor overtook him again<br><br>“I believe that would have to have been a ring…” He laughed&nbsp; “I am afraid I decided to leave that back at home for now.”&nbsp; Glad beyond measure that she appreciated his gift, he nearly found himself shifting from foot to foot in anticipation for what type of gift she found appropriate to give him.&nbsp; Soon enough that question was answered when Mack produced a funny looking stuffed fox, which she proceeded to have dance on the table for him before flopping over.&nbsp; Amazed at the gift, Aleks was already reaching out for it when her last words sunk in.<br><br>“Anymore you say?&nbsp; So it exploded into flames before?” He asked, his hands only pausing for a second before taken the fox and bringing it up to eye level for better inspection.&nbsp; “I love this gift.” He rumbled affirmatively.&nbsp; “And so much magic within.&nbsp; Surely you are far better a wizard than I am.”&nbsp; Bringing the fox close, he peered against it's button eyes for a moment before lowering the gift and switching his gaze over to Mack’s own.&nbsp; “This is not for spying on me, now is it?” He teased.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>23-03-2019, 01:07:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/613ozDF.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> As pictured.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 25th October, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> She wants to put a flag on that mountain.<br><strong>MUSIC:</strong> &nbsp;“Trouble” -Pink (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFu3YzRnyDU)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aleks, open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>“<em>Oh yeah</em>!” Despite Mackenzie's tendency to not take anything too seriously, she had put in a lot of time and effort into the making of the fox. That same evening they were conversing over magimail, she was sketching out her ideas on pieces of parchment, debating over what would be funny and what might be considered insulting. They were things she hadn’t really considered much over their conversations; she was brash at times but she was very much herself. As this day approached she found herself getting nervous and second guessing everything. Did she give him something simple, like a Hogwarts’ sweater? Did she give him a bottle of fine Scotch and some sweets?<br><br>It had been worth the missing eyebrow and the horribly scorched bedroom. With a little help from Corey, (and some potted plants ‘acquired’ from herbology class), they managed to remove the damage and most of the smell. A week of those air filtering plants, and she was back to good. Even if Professor Bennett had been furious with the condition of his returned plants. Thankfully, she had escaped detention yet again because she hadn’t figured yet figured out who took them in the first place.<br><br>“Your flattery hasn’t gone unnoticed,” she grinned up at him, kinda hoping he would proceed with his leaning forward. She was enjoying the heavy thump of her heartbeat and the flutter of butterflies in her stomach.<br><br>“And thanks. Much to the chagrin of all of my professors, my study habits leave something to be desired.” Mack stretched out her legs, then crossed them at the ankles as she leaned back on her elbows across the table. A passing professor -Bennett, in fact- frowned at Mackenzie as he sauntered by. But her friendly wave with her index finger and the sight of her exchanging pleasantries with a Durmstrang student must have been enough to encourage him to keep walking. But not without an audible sigh with his passing.<br><br>She whispered conspiringly to Aleks. “I have ‘so much unlocked potential’,” she used air quotations as she spoke, then winked at the handsome man. “But also yes. This way I can spy on you and see what color of boxers -or briefs?- this mighty mountain man might be wearing beneath his school uniform. In all seriousness, Aleks, <em>what</em> the bloody hell do they put in the water where you’re from? You’re huge!”<br><br>Her cheeky smile let him figure out what exactly she was talking about. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>23-03-2019, 08:12:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b9/e4/32/b9e432c79bd79a62d51c860ba2687748.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> Hogwarts jacket with Ravenclaw tie, wrinkled pants, messy hair <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 25th October, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Catching Up<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Queen - Don't Stop Me Now (https://youtu.be/HgzGwKwLmgM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Kat, OPEN </td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>The struggles of the drama and pressure of school were starting to get to Derek. He felt the stone walls of Hogwarts starting to cave in on him as everything seemed so entirely exciting and yet so oddly overwhelming and out of place. If he would have guessed he would be at this position a year ago -- he would have thought he was absolutely bonkers. However, there were small things that reigned him in like a beacon to who he was. One of those things was the wonderful Kat. She reminded him of a mouse and that wasn't a bad thing. Derek had a thing for rodents as it was. Dragon being his favorite pet rat. Kat was like a petite, sweeter, and squeakier version of his best pet friend. <br><br>And just like that--he heard her sweet voice and her nickname for him 'Apple'.<br><br>A smirk spread across his lips. He was unsure how this came to be in the first place, but he liked the nickname apple. It made him feel like he had a nice ass. His back straightened and for a moment he felt proud of who he was. It only took six years, but he was finally coming out of his shell at Hogwarts. <br><br>"Kat, my darling," Derek said in a posh and overtly fake voice when he leaned into her kiss on his cheek with a wide smile. Then he raised his arm out to give her petite body a hug before she sat down. The two were an unlikely pair of friends, and if it wasn't for their friendship -- it would have been physically awkward to hug Kat due to their very drastic differences in their body shape. "I had thought you would come visit me during the arrival of all these new students," Derek said scanning the crowd. Looking for Audrey, but not seeing her yet. It made him feel a bit better. He wasn't sure how long he'd be able to keep this on the tip of his tongue. However, it had been too long since he caught up with his good friend, and she was always such a fun, flirtatious thing. <br><br>"When are you going to find a new nickname for me anyway, kitty?" Derek said with his own pet name. His fingers reaching to her thin sides to give her a playful, friendly pinch. "And what too you so long to find me? I've been... so lost in all of these thoughts, mate," Derek said shaking his head. Running his fingers through his messy curly locks of hair. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>01-04-2019, 04:33:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1kjqqAFmWBuNjSspdq6zugXXa6/Charli-XCX-sexy-girl-singer-PTS20-custom-print-fabric-poster-for-wall-decor-room-decor-home.jpg_640x640.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> White strapless top, beauxbaton's uniform, white socks tucked into her boots, black sunglasses, red lips and straightened brown hair<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Thursday, 31st October, 2019 | Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> "My Bad"<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Maluma - Mala Mía (https://youtu.be/Q527XDLEpfU)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;OPEN</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>"<em>I'll show him,</em>" Ria thought in her head with a victorious look on her red painted lips. The drunken glossy look of her eyes hidden behind the black framed sunglasses that were out of place for the Great Hall. However, it served its purpose of hiding the vodka tonics, shots of whiskey, and what else she had decided to plaster herself with before attending this event. <br><br>In truth, Ria hadn't turned to alcohol to escape her problems up until recently. Things were not going as she expected. Part of her thought that convincing everyone around her to attend the Tri-wizard Tournament to 'support her brother's cause' or 'try to win the tournament herself' was practically hysterical to anyone who knew Ria enough. The ulterior motives being that she wanted to throw down with some sexy Brits. She had seen their parties and how everyone seemed practically 'sozzled' or 'pissed' as they liked to call it. No pretentious talks or worrying about it having some sort of higher meaning in society. No, it looked like good, old fashioned fun. Not to mention the men looked 'fit'.<br><br>Unfortunately for her, Ria had discovered that her mind had only grown more curious for Florian as time progressed. She had a hazy reflection of a night that she approached him with her intent and interest, but she didn't have a glimmering satisfying memory to go along with it. In fact, the lack of satisfactory memories ever since she stepped off of the carriage and then into Hogwarts was beginning to unsettle her. She had fought with her brother, drank too much at a party, and continued to make an absolute fool of herself. What more... she just couldn't place where Babs was half the time. Suddenly, she felt more alone and more determined to get up to trouble more than ever. The added stress of her dissatisfaction of Hogwarts creating a new version of Ria. <br><br>The first step? Get a little tipsy and then a lot tipsier than she anticipated. Forgetting the traditional Beauxbaton's button-up top and replacing it with a tight, strapless bra that tightly shaped her soft breasts. Her peachy skin in full form as she threw her powder blue jacket over her body. A matching powder blue skirt kicking up on the back of her toned thighs as she confidently swayed her way up to the front of the school. Her white socks tucked into her heavy boots. The least she did was soften her wild hair into sleek, brown waves of chocolate that rolled down the side of her pale face. A smirk on her red painted lips as she swiped a piece of paper and a filled quill on the way up to the platform. <br><br>She wrote her name down with swooping vowels due to the looseness in her wrist and a sense of not caring. Even noting to name herself 'Ria Delestrac' rather than 'Victo<em>ria</em> Delestrac.' Lifting it up into the blue flame her insecurities hit the forefront of her mind again. Her brother said that she couldn't do it. Saying that he would question the results if he name was picked. It made a glimmer of hate roll around in her stomach. She thought of her wand and it's temperamental attitude that rivaled her own. Then lastly, she thought about the future and what it lacked. It was her last year of school and she had nothing to show for it. Barely passed her classes, only held friends with better likelihoods of growing into something more than her, and a barren, terrifying future ahead of her. Even if she hated it, school was the only structure that she had. Ria didn't even realize how losing the structure of Beauxbaton's was currently sabotage her, as well. <br><br>These fears caused Ria to drop the piece of paper into the blue flame and she felt a surge of relief. The haze of the alcohol setting in again as she blinked a few times behind her glasses. All it took was one breath and roll of her shoulders, and she felt like her old troublesome self again. She even spun around on the heel of her boots and lowered her glasses. Finding Valentin in the crowd and giving him a nasty stare. Her red lips curved into a sarcastic and mocking smile. Eventually skipping her way down the stairs with the same sway in her loose movements, and plunged down on an empty seat at the Beauxbaton's table. <br><br><div align="center">~*~*~</div><br>In truth, time had escaped her. She had slipped a small flask of 'Dragon Barrel Brandy' and was sipping on it throughout the night. Plunging into conversations of those sitting around her with a challenging look on her face. In truth, she was just having a bit of fun attempting to make new friends with people she purposely avoided for quite sometime now. It only took a bit of a rebellious action and a lot of alcohol to get Ria into a good mood again. In fact, she was one who continued talking while the Minster of Magic was beginning to call out the names. <br><br>Passing over the first name she was still looking around the room piecing together what was actually happening. Her painted fingernails went to her sunglasses as she pulled them down with a half-lid glare on her face. Following the flocks of sheep she watched as they all looked hopeful toward the ministry of magic. Pursing her lips to the side she was fixated on watching the people around her with their silly hopes. Why would anyone want to be the champion of this tournament. These negative thoughts caused her to loose track of the next person announced. She was looking around to the room and off to the side until she heard the name 'Delestrac' with a V name in front of it. <br><br>"What... they picked Valentin?" Ria said in a confused way as eyes turned on to her from the room. Looking around she tensed her brows and then finally came to the realization moments later that they had said 'Victoria Delestrac.' The name was so unknown to her--she had forced everyone to call her Ria for years and years. A blush came over her face and she muttered a, "My bad,' to the people who were so hopeful to be the champion and see it go to someone like her. <br><br>"Umm... hi?" Victoria said with an unamused look on her face as everyone was surrounding her. Motioning her hands toward the Minister Granger-Weasley trying to get everyone from paying attention to her. Still not coming to realization yet&nbsp; of what had actually happened. A sigh escaped her lips when they called Nadia's name and then Dior's next. Everything else went by so fast. All Ria could hear was the pounding sound of her heart rushing blood to her head. The sensation of fear, anxiety, and a sort of triumphant purpose of worth. A purpose of having something to make her mark and make this year go by not faster, but fuller. <br><br>Change was sitting on Ria's doorstep and she slipped her want in her hands. Rolling it between her fingers almost compulsively as she realized she had no idea what would come next. She expected to be an audience member and not an actual champion. Her eyes looked around in a dumbfounded away. She lowered the sunglasses to the table along with her flask. Her hands resting on the table as she closed her lips. Then, for the first time in a long while, Ria was silent with nothing in particular to say. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>01-04-2019, 16:57:08</strong>
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				=<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/76/db/e0/76dbe0754a0d5d35c11325e37a514ced.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Kat (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14743745#msg14743745)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw 6th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle Born<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12.5 Inches | Spruce | White River Monster Spine<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> A very large black hat, white hair extensions, a small black collar and a silver necklace, plain black tank top with a hogwarts jacket and ravenclaw tie very loosely<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 25th October, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Hey Apple!<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Queen - Killer Queen (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ZBtPf7FOoM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Derek</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Kat immediately clocked Derek's reaction to them calling out his nickname, smiling to themselves as they approached. It was nice how positively Derek reacted to things. Some people went out of their way to take Kat's nicknames badly. Killjoys. They were always meant to be a little fun to make life a little more interesting and different, and that was about it. Besides in his case he deserved it. He did have a nice ass.<br><br>Returning the hug, allowing Derek to kiss their cheek before returning the motion lightly they giggled at his fake accent. "Derek, you beautiful little sapling." They responded in kind, their own voice as posh as sh could make it. Though they found that relatively easy having grown up in a wealthy part of London. They liked to use just about anything as a nickname or compliment, and rarely explained the reasoning unless it stuck, like 'Apple' had. they remembered letting him know they were a fan of his ass and just smiled wider. <br><br>"Of course, sweetie." They replied, looking over the crowd with Derek. As far as Kat was concerned they were just checking out the fresh arrivals. "A new nickname?" They questioned with a reproachful look, but a playful twinkle in their bright eyes. "How about sapling." They winked playfully. "I'll explain why when you're older." They weren't at all serious, but wanted to put a little suggestive idea in his head. They hadn't initially meant the phrase as anything but a random word, but they were sure Derek could figure out a flirty connotation to it. <br><br>"Hey!" They laughed, swatting his hands away after being pinched. Kat liked that Derek knew they were comfortable being playfully touchy. "I was distracted by all that French ass." A very blunt explanation. Kat sometimes liked to toe the line between whimsical and crass. It was always fun seeing the reactions of those who didn't know them as well as Derek did, but they'd said similar things around him plenty by now. In response to the pinch they reached up, prodding Derek's nose lightly with a fingertip. "Now, now." The posh voice was back. "What have I told you about thinking too much?" They questioned, keeping up a light-hearted act but quietly watching to try and see if Derek was serious. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>07-04-2019, 03:47:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.newsapi.com.au/image/v1/5be01bc09c9e28aec8d2ea970b3ca83f?width=650)</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> Aleksey Kozlov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14666185#msg14666185)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 inches - Ebony - Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Durmstrang Male uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 25th October, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Searching<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Mack, Open<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> N/A</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Aleks grinned good and wide as Mack admitted, rather openly, that his compliments had not missed their mark.&nbsp; Not that he was exactly profuse with flattery, even in a school full of people who were terrible at complimenting or even praising others, Aleks was bad.&nbsp; It was likely due to a severe lack of practice he would say, especially with girls, a fact that no doubt Florian would abuse him for endlessly.&nbsp; Luckily for the giant Russian, his diminutive friend had left for bed early, his or someone elses, so he was not there to witness Aleks stumblings.<br><br>For a moment, Aleks dwelled on her admission of unlocked potential, his eyes rising up from her face to watch the Professor as he passed, the man’s easy nature completely foreign to Aleks, especially in this context.&nbsp; He understood how differently things were done in this country, he had spent an entire summer here after all, but it was another thing to be enmeshed in it.&nbsp; Turning back to his penpal, Aleks face grew that easy, guileless grin once more.<br><br>“Color?&nbsp; What makes you think I bother with such things at all, let alone in a color?” He asked, his own eyebrow shooting up, although once more a flush grew upwards from his neck.&nbsp; Joking about his underthings!&nbsp; Oh, but his Uncle would scowl, and he could just HEAR Florian’s uproarious laughter at such an attempt.&nbsp; <em>’It's her that is supposed to speak of no underwear, you ox!’</em> the Frenchman would laugh.&nbsp; Shaking his head slightly, Aleks pressed on, not catching Mack’s meaning, despite her cheeky look.<br><br>“Huge?&nbsp; Hardly!&nbsp; Well, I might be larger than average, and certainly for here, but I am hardly the biggest in my school.”&nbsp; Looking around, Aleks tried to spot an example, but failed to see any, so he mentally shrugged.&nbsp; “But, as you say, your flattery has not gone unnoticed.”&nbsp; Picking up the fox, Aleks brought it to his face, his eyes lining up with those slightly lopsided ones on the stuffed creature.&nbsp; &nbsp;“So, this seeing, does it go both ways?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>09-04-2019, 00:58:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/613ozDF.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> As pictured.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 25th October, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> 80’s music is starting to play in her head.<br><strong>MUSIC:</strong> &nbsp;“Just One Kiss” -Alannah Myles (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O1R_SU-F5e0)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aleks, open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><em>Oh ho!</em> She could feel her cheeks threaten to cramp by the sheer force of her smile. Clearly, he hadn’t meant what he said in the way that it came across. Out of their many conversations, Mackenzie thought it was fair to say that she knew Aleks rather well. He was loyal, strong, not just physically but mentally as well. The man had a good sense of humor and through their exchanges, she sensed a determination to do right. There were learning curves, of course, such as the differences between their culture. Funny, what a few thousand kilometers could mean. She had to learn quickly that he didn’t always catch on with her idioms, and that her ‘Gaelic jargon’ was even more difficult for him to understand.<br><br>Of course, that only meant she would slip in the good ones. Let him work it out. She <em>liked</em> watching him figure it out. And now her mind was curious how well his hands would work out the clasp on her bra.<br><br>There went the excited flutter in her chest again. Mackenzie licked her lips, then bit the lower of the two and grinned at him. “I did ponder for a short time the things I might learn in university this year. The fact that Aleks doesn’t wear underwear wasn’t one of those things I expected to learn --but damn, if I don’t find this a wonderful spring of information!” Off of her elbows, back to being supported by the palms of her hands. “Are you asking if you can see if I’m wearing panties, Aleks? Or are you asking if my little vixen there would enable you to spy on me when I’m getting dressed?”<br><br>Let him sweat. Actually, she would love to watch him wearing nothing but the light reflecting off of the sheen of his skin.<br><br>Reaching for the fox, Mackenzie allowed her fingers to brush across the back of his hand. It was a light touch, but it seemed to ease a craving for him felt down into the pores of her skin. “No visuals. I didn’t have enough time to put it together for that. But, maybe, if you ask me nicely, I can arrange something before you leave school.” The head of the stuffed animal flopped before she pulled it up to her face and gave it a little shake. The item was shortly returned with another soft brush of her fingers. “But you know, if you wanted a show you could always knock on my door.”<br><br>Her smirk was merciless. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>18-04-2019, 17:44:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.newsapi.com.au/image/v1/5be01bc09c9e28aec8d2ea970b3ca83f?width=650)</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> Aleksey Kozlov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14666185#msg14666185)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 inches - Ebony - Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Durmstrang Male uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 25th October, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Searching<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Mack, Open<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> N/A</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Aleks should have known he was paddling into deep waters than he was prepared for, and that Mack would not end up blushing and stammering like he currently was, but would instead rise to the challenge his words presented her, and top him effortlessly.&nbsp; “Ah….” Aleks replied eloquently, his face very quickly going crimson enough that he was worried about the sunburn he was likely to give the fair redhead in front of him.<br><br>“No, I was not asking!&nbsp; I was….I mean to say it was not that I would not ask, but that I was not in that moment…”&nbsp; He stammered, feeling more and more embarrassed by the second.&nbsp; Why had he tried saying such a thing as that.&nbsp; He knew better than to try and bandy words about like some silver tongued devil, and now he was deep in a hole and seemed to be unable to stop himself from digging!<br><br>Taking the stuffed fox from her hands once again, the brush of her fingers feeling like a cooling balm against his flaming skin, Aleks tried very hard to make her smirk, but managed not much more than a shaky, if not quite eager, smile.&nbsp; “Is that so?” He asked before he thought better of reprimanding himself for it.&nbsp; “Than I shall have to keep that in mind.&nbsp; Perhaps my first act then will be a tour, so I know which doors are which.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>19-04-2019, 19:18:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/613ozDF.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> As pictured.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 25th October, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Leave him wanting more.<br><strong>MUSIC:</strong> &nbsp;“Just One Kiss” -Alannah Myles (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O1R_SU-F5e0)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aleks, END</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><em>Oh, ho HO!</em> Give Aleks a little time to adjust, and it was quite clear he wasn’t as bashful as the crimson wash on his face suggested. That was good. It gave his bold responses a lot more <em>oomph</em> when they came. Mackenzie felt her grin stretching even wider across her face, but the number of responses she was ready to sling back at him remained locked in her throat and in check.<br><br><em>Down girl.</em> If this was any other time with any other person, she might have just invited them straight to her bed. But, this was different. Aleks was her friend. They spent a little over a year talking and building on that friendship with solid communication and for the first time in her life, Mackenzie was hesitant to rush ahead. As much as she would enjoy having him wrap his arms around her and toss her onto the bed- she found a sudden urge to try some self-control.<br><br>They didn’t make men like him anymore and she certainly didn’t deserve him, but she wasn’t the type to let opportunities pass her by. She would do this proper, slower, not only to keep from adding pressure but also to consider what it was she intended on doing. Because she hadn’t the slightest idea what she was doing. Or what she was thinking.<br><br>The thought of the Grinch came to mind, where his green little heart grew in size. Maybe she was feeling the same thing?<br><br>“That can be arranged.” Down girl! Heel! Mack scooted to the edge of the table. “But why don’t we wait for private tours until after the chaos settles down? Gives you a chance to unpack your bags, settle in a dorm and who knows; maybe they’ll place you in Gryffindor. We might even share a wall.” Ah hell, this self-control thing was difficult. She had to leave, or she was going to cave.<br><br>Mackenzie hopped down from the table and stepped in close to Aleks. She pressed a quick, chaste kiss to his chin. “Welcome to Hogwarts, enjoy the short skirts and the flavor Scotland has to offer.” She pulled away, then gestured in a sinewy, graceful sort of way. “You should really come to Dior’s party. I’ll be there with bells on.”<br><br>Leave him wanting more; with that, she turned on her heel and left the great hall.”<br><br><div align="center">[-END SCENE-]</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>27-04-2019, 06:12:06</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Special Event</strong></span></span></div><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3c/66/68/3c6668e4f189374fc85367767efec7f4.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/10691303/large.jpg)</div><div align="center">On the morning of the first of November, it was discovered that the legendary goblet of fire had been destroyed. There was no evidence left behind as to who the culprit may have been, other than the splinters and shards of ancient wood. They were methodically placed on the ground to spell out a cryptic message:<br><br><strong>NOT AGAIN</strong>. <br><br>The Minister of Magic discovered the remains of the goblet early that morning. She had been waking at approximately 4:30 every morning ever since she took to her newest ranks. In the torchlight, she wandered to the staff table, intent on sitting down to nurse her much needed cup of tea. However, the sight alone made her drop her mug, causing the china to shatter, joining the dusty debris already piled up. Hermione's mouth dropped open, a slight shock working over her.<br><br>Though there had been some protesters who made their opinions about the tournament known, Hermione still had not expected anything like this to transpire. She bristled as she grabbed hold of her wand, suddenly feeling the temperature plunge around her. With a flick of her wrist, she concentrated and after a flourish of her arm, magically produced a trail of recent disturbances. The dust particles swept upward, glittering and sparkling as the physical evidence manifested.<br><br>She searched for footprints, fingerprints, any marking or indication that would explain what happened to the goblet of fire. But, there were no prints of any kind. Hermione's face dropped. Turning around, she glanced up at the ceiling, where the champions names had previously been displayed. Now, those slips of paper with the names scrawled upon them, were gone. Burned scraps of parchment were all that remained, raining from the roof, which reflected the inky sky beyond. <br><br>As she turned to face the rest of the great hall, she saw a ghostly and pale figure standing there. It was the familiar, pained face of Cedric Diggory. He was no more than a specter now, a ghost who was stuck barely living for the rest of eternity. She just looked at him, expecting he had something to say. <br><br>"I curse you, Hermione." Cedric's gruff voice barked out. Then, he crumpled himself up into a ball of shadowy light, and disappeared. <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>01-05-2019, 06:50:42</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190427/dba9a21b2e85174de3fe02d8742f1841.png)<br><br>(https://d36tnp772eyphs.cloudfront.net/blogs/1/2014/04/buachaille-etive-mor-matador-seo-940x626.jpg)<br><br><strong>Weather in the Highlands of Scotland in October:</strong> <br><br>Here is a link (https://www.accuweather.com/en/gb/inverness/iv3-5/month/532?monyr=11/01/2019) with the weather for the month of November. Here is a link (https://moonphases.co.uk/moon-calendar) with the moon phases for the month of November. Here is a link (https://www.timeanddate.com/sun/uk/inverness?month=11&amp;year=2019) with the sunrises and sunsets for the month of November.<br><br><strong>Important Events this Month:</strong> <br><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>5 November - Guy Fawkes Night</strong> - On the night that the Gunpowder Plot was foiled (November 5th, 1605), bonfires were set alight in celebration for the safety of the King. Since then, November 5th has become known as Bonfire Night. The event is commemorated every year with fireworks and burning effigies of Guy Fawkes.</li></ul><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Harvest Festival</strong> - During this month, there will be a carnival held at Hogsmeade village. It lasts most of the month, and includes an array of fun activities such as mazes, hay rides, fair foods, a Ferris wheel, carnival games, a pumpkin patch, and even a few small rides! Specific dates incoming.</li></ul><br><strong>In Game Information about this Month:</strong> <br><br>The entire month is open and available for Rp. We aren't due for another time change until July 1st, 2019 (real time).</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>01-05-2019, 06:52:06</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Addressing the students</span></span><br><em>Friday, 1 November 2019 at approximately 8 am</em><br><br>(https://66.media.tumblr.com/1aa2cf5d2e8408ae8896bb0d21ea9d14/tumblr_ofdwu1pp2b1s9f17oo4_r1_250.png)</div><br>An assembly of sorts had been declared by Headmaster Phixyll. All of the university aged students were summoned to immediately gather for breakfast at the great hall. Likely, the students were assuming that it was to announce the first trial and again congratulate those who were chosen to represent their schools as champions. However, they were in for a rude awakening. Instead of being met with the Headmaster awaiting them from the podium, they would see Hermione Granger-Weasley, standing there with neatly folded hands and an expressionless face. <br><br>She waited until every last student had filed in and found a seat. Once everyone was in place and silence fell over the great hall, those enormous double doors closed, sealing them all inside. Hermione cleared her throat softly, garnering the attention of even the house elves in the corner. "Thank you all for coming. I know that you were anticipating that we would be holding the first trial for the Triwizard Tournament sometime this month. However," she paused, hearing a collection of gasps throughout the crowd. "Someone has made it clear that they do not wish for this to happen." <br><br>Hermione held an arm out, referencing something beside her. A moment later, her husband Ron pushed what was left of the goblet of fire, onto the small stage. Hermione explained to the students what happened, her voice a little grave, though she neglected to inform them that the ghost of Cedric Diggory was the supposed culprit, or that he had cursed her. "As you can see, the goblet of fire has been destroyed. This means that every champion's contract has been declared null and void. If you were chosen, you are no longer bound to the trial." <br><br>She lowered her arm and swept her gaze over the students, some of which looked horrified as they beheld the shards of wood and the goblet itself, which was now dull rather than illuminated, and appeared lifeless. Above them, the ceiling only reflected the sky outside, showing no evidence of parchment ever being displayed there. "Because of the direct threat to our safety, I have decided that it is in the best interest of all three schools... that we cancel the Triwizard tournament this year." An uproar was heard from the students. <br><br>Hermione sighed, looking to Ron still beside her, who had tried to scowl at the students, as if that would get them to be quiet. Instead, Headmaster Phixyll, from the back of the room, clapped his hands together twice, making silence fall upon the great hall once more. Hermione concluded her statement. "Because we do not wish to interrupt any more of your education, we would like to keep as many of you here at Hogwarts as possible, for the remainder of the year. However, if any of you do wish to return to your home schools, you are welcome to do so. We will have chaperons assisting you travel through the floo network." <br><br>With a slightly forced smile, she told the students what she also needed to tell herself. "Perhaps this simply wasn't meant to be this year." She released a shaky exhale, glanced to her husband Ron, then nodded at those gathered. "Thank you for your time, cooperation, and understanding. Should you have any questions or concerns, please direct them to the staff." With that, she collected herself and stepped back from the podium, then made her way from the stage, hooking her hand against Ron's arm. The headmaster, from the back of the great hall, then waved his hands in the air, effectively dismissing the students.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>13-05-2019, 19:58:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fTaQWPNYnoA/VM5BE0OL7dI/AAAAAAAAG3I/aLL4bnz-rMQ/s1600/John%2BKrasinski.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://cdn1.thehunt.com/app/public/system/zine_images/7703123/original/98dfe71987908abee6ba6813c67f80fb.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Tim Ede (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14857601#msg14857601)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff | 2nd Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-Blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> Vine wood | Dragon Heartstring Core | 10"<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Hufflepuff sweater vest, dress pants, shoes and dress shirt and stuff<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Friday, November 1st, 08:09 (or thereabouts)<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Seated at a table with other first and second year Hufflepuffs.&nbsp; Mostly second years that were social pariahs and some "cool" first years. (Cool for Hufflepuff)<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Rampant speculation, shit-talking and the stern belief that some people are just "tellin' it like it is"...which is most likely way wrong<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> &nbsp;Teenage Dirtbag &nbsp;(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FC3y9llDXuM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Hufflepuffs in the vicinty</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><hr><br><br>Tim's eyebrows lifted in surprise, very much in unison with gasps and cries of surprise and disappointment as the Goblet of Fire had been revealed.&nbsp; There was a cascade of whispered and whisper-shouted speculation and questions.&nbsp; Tim's brow proceeded to furrow as he listened to the Minister of Magic's announcement before finally looking to the other Hufflepuffs near to him as the Minister concluded her announcement.<br><br>Tim shrugged slightly before speaking.<br><br>"Well...I for one am relieved." , he was met with a few incredulous looks nearby and Tim countered with a wry smile.&nbsp; "What?&nbsp; Like all of you couldn't wait to cheer for Dior Darley?"&nbsp; It was his turn to offer an incredulous look to his peers. "She's the poster-child for the time when Death-Eaters were openly walking about the halls and Avada Kedavering students.&nbsp; She's a Voldemortian concubine!&nbsp; We were supposed to feel good about cheering for her?"<br><br>One of the Hufflepuffs leaned slightly towards Tim and spoke quietly...<br><br>"...avada kedavra...ing"<br><br>"That's basically what I said...basically." , Tim shook his head slightly to get back to his point.&nbsp; "Listen.&nbsp; We're all gold and black here.&nbsp; I feel safe to broad brush it when I say that all of us desperately wanted a Hufflepuff to be selected all so that we can get out from under the shadow of Cedric Diggory.&nbsp; I also feel safe to say that where we all wanted the Hogwarts champion to be a Hufflepuff none of us actually wanted to be THE champion...because of Cedric Diggory.&nbsp; That guy was the best of us and he got killed...dead.&nbsp; Sure, sure...Potter wasn't killed because he's the chosen one or whatever&nbsp; but everyone is wondering what would have happened if it hadn't been Diggory?&nbsp; What if it had been someone else from another House?&nbsp; Now maybe Cedric was the very best that Hogwarts had to offer and Voldemort would have murdered anyone but what if the Goblet choose him not because he was the best but because...well...whatever reason the Goblet or whomever controls the Goblet had for sacrificing him to Voldemort.&nbsp; You're telling me that Dior Darley is the very best that Hogwarts has to offer out of all the students here?" , some were nodding...some were scowling.<br><br>"Cedric Diggory was a hero and you shouldn't talk about him that way."<br><br>Tim gave the Hufflepuff a skeptical look.<br><br>"I'm sure Diggory was a nice guy and one of the good guys but he was no hero.&nbsp; At best he was a champion for the Tri-Wizard Tournament and was unjustly killed.&nbsp; At worst, he was an unlucky pawn."<br><br>"You're just being cruel.&nbsp; I know you hate all this pure blood stuff and all the things with Voldemort but you shouldn't talk like that about Cedric."<br><br>Tim was on a bit of a roll however and it was easier to cover up his disappointment any maybe a bit of fear regarding who or what could or would destroy the Goblet of Fire.<br><br>"I'm just talking about the guy.&nbsp; I'd rather Hufflepuff be known for more than just "that house that had the kid what was killed by Voldemort".&nbsp; The only time Cedric gets mentioned is for dying.&nbsp; Not for what he did to become the champion."<br><br>Tim shrugged again and spoke in a firmer tone.<br><br>"I'm glad this isn't happening.&nbsp; Let the schools have a quidditch tournament against one another.&nbsp; At least that way you know the people participating have earned it and they're not part of some agenda.&nbsp; Dior Darley certainly doesn't need the publicity."<br><br>"You wouldn't have cheered for Dior?"<br><br>Tim laughed once and spoke in return.<br><br>"No, definitely not.&nbsp; I could have at least cheered for Victoria Delestrac because she's gorgeous AND nice. " &nbsp;Tim shrugged again.&nbsp; "At least from what I've heard."<br><br>"I heard Dior Darley turned a student into a newt!"<br><br>That received a doubtful look from Tim as well as the other students nearby.<br><br>"...well they got better!"<br><br>Tim shook his head, dismissing the nearby student only to look at the others at the table.&nbsp; "The Tri-Wizard Tournament is a construct from a worse time and it represents a less informed, less enlightened era.&nbsp; We need to move forward with new ways to get people involved and engaged with one another. Otherwise we are no better than the people who allowed Voldemort to get into power and no better than the muggles and what they are struggling with."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>14-05-2019, 13:54:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://k44.kn3.net/taringa/2/6/7/0/6/7/0/austra/550x366_A78.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> Annie Wright (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14857306#msg14857306)<br><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong> Keeper of Records<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle-born<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 inch | English Oak | Snallygaster heartstring <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (https://thestyledpress.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/Lace-up-cold-shoulder-sweater-5.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Friday, November 1st | Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Wake up call<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Phoebe Ryan - Mine (Illenium Remix) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9g6jidr4Zog)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Some faculty members filed in to the great hall and immediately took a seat, whereas others, like Annie Wright, preferred to remain standing. She leaned her back against the wall adjacent to the double doors, her hands folded in front of her, fingers laced together into a tight knot. As the Minister of Magic revealed the news to the room, Annie felt a rush of emotion. At first, she was terrified about what this might mean for the school, for the visitors, and for everyone’s safety. She chewed on her lower lip in consideration, letting the revelation digest slightly, before realizing that she also felt a wave of relief. The tournament was cancelled, at least for now. <br><br>Though it came at a price, she couldn’t help feeling like a weight had been lifted. It was unfortunate about the goblet of fire being destroyed, of course. An unnecessary consequence to someone’s plan at putting a stop to the tournament. Which led to the question of who it was that wished to put a stop to it all. Was it one of the students? A professor? Someone else? Annie gulped at the dryness in her throat as she thought about a threat being in their midst at Hogwarts. Her sapphire gaze scanned the tables of the great hall, as if considering each student seated for their likelihood of collusion. <br><br>When the Minister of Magic finished her statement and they were all collectively dismissed, Annie snuck over to one of the tables and grabbed a blueberry muffin from one of the many platters filled with food. She then straightened up and poured herself some coffee, the likes of which always tasted fresh and never grew cold. Unless it was to be served chilled. Annie stirred in some cream and sugar, then picked up her mug and took a sip, sighing out appreciatively afterward. She smiled gently at herself, keeping her head down. It was so early, she didn’t even have time to put makeup on. It was her hope that she might be able to escape the great hall without being noticed in such a sleepy looking state. <br><br>So, she hunched her shoulders to make herself a little smaller, and started to slowly meander toward the doors, breakfast in her hands.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>15-05-2019, 01:09:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/1Tvbykr.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> &nbsp;Elise Pelletier &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14864979#msg14864979)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff | 2nd Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle Born<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10” | Maple | Thunderbird Tail Feather<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> White button down blouse, standard Hufflepuff tie, shortened grey uniform skirt, black stockings and black heels.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> November 1st, approximately 8:00am.<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall, Hufflepuff table.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Tim is holding court at the Hufflepuff table, Elise is eating bacon. Because priorities.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Tim, Nearby Hufflepuffs, Open.</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><br>For a wonder Elise was out of bed, her hair was combed, and she was hustling down the aisle between tables just as the Minister prepared to make her announcement. She slid quietly and indiscriminately into a seat near several other Hufflepuff second years (across the table and two seats down from Tim) and scanned the crowd for Tara to no avail as silence fell over the Great Hall. <br><br>The announcement was met with a bustle of activity, students whispering amongst themselves and most of the staff visibly relieved. Elise took it in stride, her interest in the tournament markedly decreased after the announcement of champions. By and large, she found herself unable to invest in Dior Darley as adequate representation of Hogwarts. It felt like a publicity stunt, bought and paid for by Darley money. Say what you liked about Dior, she was in the business of notoriety and being selected as a Tri-Wizard Champion was about as notorious as it got. <br><br>As Tim talked she helped herself to several pieces of bacon and a scone, the latter she slathered with plenty of butter and an almost unreasonable amount of strawberry jam. She didn’t know the guy in anything but name, though it seemed he was a talker. A few of her sentiments echoed his and for awhile she ate her breakfast in silence, just listening.<br><br>Between a bite of bacon and turning her attention to the scone, she poured herself a glass of juice and decided to casually weigh in.<br><br>“You do realize that Quidditch is almost 250 years older than the Triwizard tournament?”<br><br>She offered him an impish grin and popped the small remaining piece of bacon into her mouth.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Event Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfling72</strong> on <strong>15-05-2019, 15:39:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/70/Catora2.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> "Ora" Reyes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14814512#msg14814512)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff | 4th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle born<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11" | Alder | Unicorn Hair <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d9/1f/7e/d91f7ee9862016217deb8d747cb8dfca.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Friday | 11-01-2019 | Just after 8 AM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Posted up by the Hufflepuff table<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Well duh, what was the MoM even thinking??<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Stupid Girls (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BR4yQFZK9YM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <strong>[OPEN]</strong></td></tr></tbody></table><hr><br>The rustle of voices after the MoM departed was like a tsunami of epic proportions. It seemed to Ora that there wasn't a single friggin' person who had seriously listened as the woman spoke. In fact, it struck her that they had all acted as if they were just waiting for the pause, the information dump, to be over so that they could fill the air with inanities. Didn't they understand that someone had been powerful enough to BREAK the freakin' goblet of fire? Hell, no one even knew how old the damned thing was!<br><br>Yet, the Minister's words were whispered, over and over, a repeating litany: <em><strong>"As you can see, the goblet of fire has been destroyed. This means that every champion's contract has been declared null and void. If you were chosen, you are no longer bound to the trial." </strong></em> Ora couldn't shake off a feeling of disbelief. Who cared if the trial was no longer in effect? Someone broke the friggin' goblet! Somehow, someway, a person (or persons) unknown had made their way on to the grounds and destroyed a magical artifact. Who cared if silly people wouldn't get their fifteen minutes of glory?<br><br>Had they forgotten about the last tournament? Someone had died! A bright, shining someone. A Hufflepuff, through and through, true as true. Hell, she wasn't even FROM this country but she had heard so many stories about that time: the pain, the death, the young man offered up as a sacrifice to a madman.&nbsp; The Tournament could have <strong>killed</strong> someone! <em>'Well, anything could have killed someone, stupid!'</em> Yeah, she knew that. Didn't matter. Death by magic just seemed much more final to her. Maybe because she was Muggleborn? What did it even matter? So,&nbsp; the chosen few would have to make their mark in another way. Who cared? Better alive and bitching rather than broken or dead, right?<br><br>A few moments later found Ora seated near other fourth years, her slim fingers casually preparing a bowl of oatmeal with brown sugar, real butter and a teaspoon of honey. A cuppa sat just to her left, already properly prepped with more honey and a slice of lemon. All of this was automatic, she paid no mind to what her fingers did as she busily allowed her mind to wander. It wasn't like she KNEW any of the supposed champions so she had no feelings about them, neither for nor against.&nbsp; This tournament was just...well, it hadn't mattered to her. Still didn't. But the people? Would they be unduly affected? She couldn't imagine any of them thinking about the death aspect, only the loss of glory. <br><br>She ate quickly, her form enveloped by a sort of <em>cone of silence</em> as other people's words rolled over her. It wasn't that she wasn't a talker. She was! But this whole thing was pretty serious, right? There just weren't any words that would lessen the impact of what the schools had learned. And more importantly: people, real people, were probably feeling rather put out by this news. Maybe, she'd get out of the uniform later and go find someone to commiserate with.<br><br>Cheering up someone else always helped HER mood.
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