Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogsmeade]
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				Title: <strong>Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogsmeade]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>10-02-2019, 04:26:23</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190210/da5a70c762517a536b12e00997c0f393.png)<br><br>(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DkK5twAW0AEuz9K.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Shops at Hogsmeade</span></strong><br><em>According to the Wiki</em> (https://harrypotter.fandom.com/wiki/Hogsmeade)</div><br><strong>Darvish and Banges</strong> - A wizarding equipment shop that sells and repairs magical instruments, including Sneakoscopes. It is located near the end of High Street.<br><br><strong>Dogweed and Deathcap</strong> - A herbology shop that sells exotic plants and flowers, presumably including the Death-Cap.<br><br><strong>Dominic Maestro's Music Shop</strong> - A music shop run by Dominic Maestro, a musician, who once got an award at Hogwarts, possibly for excelling in music.<br><br><strong>Gladrags Wizardwear</strong> - A clothing store operated by Gladrags Wizardwear Group Ltd., with branches in London, Paris and Hogsmeade. It is full of quirky merchandise and appears to specialize in strange and unusual socks.<br><br><strong>Hairdressing Salon</strong> - Located across the street from Honeydukes sweet shop. <br><br><strong>Post Office</strong> - The Hogsmeade Post Office is a building that houses at least two–to–three–hundred owls, ranging from Great Grey Owls to tiny Scops (the latter for "local deliveries only"), hooting down from color-coded shelves. The shelves are color-coded based on how quickly they will arrive at their destination.<br><br><strong>Hogsmeade Station</strong> - A tiny, dark platform where the Hogwarts Express ends its journey north from Platform Nine-And-Three-Quarters. The railway station that serves both the village of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.<br><br><strong>Honeydukes</strong> - Honeydukes is a marvelous sweet shop located on High Street.<br><br><strong>J. Pippin's Potions</strong> - A chain of apothecaries. J. Pippin's sold potions for all ailments. There are branches in Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade.<br><br><strong>Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop</strong> - A small tea shop located on a side road off the High Street. Owned by Madam Puddifoot, it has been described as the haunt of happy couples. The tea shop was very popular among Hogwarts students and served various kinds of drinks.<br><br><strong>Ollivander's</strong> - A wand shop founded located in Diagon Alley South Side in London, England, it is owned by the Ollivander family, widely acknowledged to be the best wandmakers in Great Britain.<br><br><strong>Ceridwen's Cauldrons</strong> - A shop located on High Street that specializes in cauldrons. The store window features a self-stirring cauldron.<br><br><strong>Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop</strong> - A writing supplies store set up by Scrivenshaft. It sells various quills, parchment and stationery needed for students at Hogwarts. The shop stock includes stationery such as rainbow ink and extra-large quills. <br><br><strong>Spintwitches Sporting Needs</strong> - A shop that sells sporting goods and Quidditch supplies.<br><br><strong>The Hog's Head Inn</strong> - A slightly dodgy inn and pub. It is located one or two streets off of High Street, the Hog’s Head Inn has been a fixture of Hogsmeade for several years. The Inn is owned and operated by Aberforth Dumbledore. A worn-out wooden sign hangs over the door, advertising a wild boar’s severed head leaking blood onto the white cloth around it. It’s known for its cheapness, at least relative to the Three Broomsticks down the street, and according to Albus Dumbledore attracts an interesting clientele.<br><br><strong>The Magic Neep</strong> - A magical greengrocers. <br><br><strong>The Three Broomsticks</strong> - A popular inn and pub and is often frequented by students from the neighboring Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The inn is often warm, crowded, and a bit smoky, but clean and welcoming. A mirror behind the bar reflects the cozy atmosphere, and drinks such as Butterbeer and Firewhiskey are served in glasses and in foaming pewter tankards, as well as gillywater, mulled mead, red currant rum, and even cherry syrup and soda with ice and an umbrella. The Three Broomsticks is owned and operated by Madam Rosmerta.<br><br><strong>Tomes and Scrolls</strong> - A specialist bookshop.<br><br><strong>The Wizarding Wireless Network</strong> (usually abbreviated to WWN) - A popular generalist wizarding wireless station. It features music programs, such as Witching Hour (hosted by Glenda Chittock), interactive programs like Toots, Shoots 'n' Roots (hosted by Tilden Toots), and news bulletins like the Wizarding Wireless Network News.<br><br><strong>Zonko's Joke Shop</strong> - A favorite place for Hogwarts students to shop as it carried jokes and tricks to fulfill even Fred and George Weasley's wildest dreams. Such products were: Dungbombs, Hiccough Sweets, Frog Spawn Soap, Sugar Quills, and Nose-Biting Teacups.<br><br><br><hr><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Shrieking Shack</strong></span></div><br>The shrieking shack is an abandoned and dilapidated house located in Hogsmeade village. To access it, one must find the entrance at the base of the whomping willow tree. However, the whomping willow has deadly branches. One must tap the knot at the trunk of the tree, to paralyze the branches. A tunnel leads from Hogwarts to the shrieking shack. That is the only way inside, because there are no working windows or doors. For a long time, locals assumed the house to be haunted because of the eerie noises that came from it - specifically at night. The interior leaves much to be desired, though that shouldn't be a surprise. There is almost no furniture left, and what has remained is old, rotted, and tarnished. The wallpaper is falling, there are claw marks everywhere, an old grandfather clock hasn't worked in many years, a fireplace lets in the draft from outside. Boards seal some of the windows and curtains are barely hanging on, to cover them. There are boxes and barrels, either filled with discarded trash, or completely empty. The stairs are a hazardous area, with several broken steps and plenty of jagged ends of wood sticking straight out. The upstairs is even harder to access, since several tears and holes in the roof have left it exposed to the elements and the walls have started to fall in on themselves. It is a dangerous house, even if it isn't haunted, it certainly isn't safe. <br><br><div align="center">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/006/259/354/large/marine-lannoy-03-exterior-conceptart.jpg?1497210753) (https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/covers/images/006/259/583/large/marine-lannoy-03-interior-conceptart-livingroom2.jpg?1497212037)</div><br><br><hr><br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Headers</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Student Headers:</span></strong><br><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 [Hogsmeade]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>10-02-2019, 05:42:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Mc7q2VL.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> <strong>Loveday Marley</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14656426#msg14656426)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff, 4th <br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> Poplar with Thunderbird Feather core, 12"<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Hogwarts Skirt Uniform -&gt; Drinking Outfit described below<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 2, 2019 | Late Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On the way to the Hog's Head Inn<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Angry Loveday Drags Dyani to get Mahhhhtal<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> I Like You So Much Better When You're Naked (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VkVy2FeqIyc)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dyani (Amarlo), closed but PM RedPhoenix &amp; Amarlo if you'd like to join</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>"Fuckin' prats." Loveday muttered again. This phrase had been uttered so many times that it was no longer clear who if anyone she was referring to or whether it had become a way of marking that she'd just gone another minute without punching anyone. Did she mean the foreigners who were about to invade England's magical shores (like having an American girl wasn't bad enough). Did she mean the other houses, especially Rhys (it always seemed to be especially Rhys)? Did she mean the Ministry of Magic? The founders of Hogwarts? Those who put together the Triwizard Tournament? The very forces of nature that caused it to be the current year? It was unclear. <br><br>"We gan Hog's Head." Was the only warning poor Dyani had gotten before she'd been yanked out of her chair by the much-stronger-than-she-looked-and-she-looked-pretty-strong Geordie witch. The two hadn't even said hello to each other this year yet, and Loveday being Loveday there hadn't been much text or social media chatter. The Slytherins hadn't even bothered to protect their own as Mama Badger swooped in and picked up her little friend. They weren't in the house of Salazar because they were dumb about what fights they picked. An invisible mark in an invisible ledger as a few made notice of a price to paid later for such rude disregard for their dark talents, but nothing Loveday gave a rat's ass about.<br><br>She stopped swearing long enough to hop on a broomstick and pull Dyani on behind her and kick them both off towards the town that housed the local bars and establishments. "Propa fucked up." Loveday screamed over the wind as it whipped about them, the school uniform skirt a terrible choice for this sort of thing but that didn't seem to bother the Hufflepuff witch. "We gettin' mortal." She growled. "Hope you divvin plan ta see scratcha." <br><br>The flight was fast, crazy, and wild. One might think Loveday had already been drinking but in fact that was just how she flew when angry. Or determined. And right now she was both although the determination was more about how much alcohol she could put in her body than how many bludgers she could knock heads off with, as was usually the case when she flew this way. The witch hopped off the broom as it came to a skidding stop in an open area designated for such things near the shady tavern and swung her leg over the stick. She glanced down at herself and sneered at her school outfit.<br><br>"Luparimus." She said, pointing her wand at herself. Her clothing blurred for a moment. When it stopped she was now wearing something much more suitable, in her mind at least. Her legs were in fishnets, her feet in oddly delicate looking closed-toed navy stillettos, the school skirt had turned into a leather mini, and although it looked rather sturdy it was also now was now much shorter and tighter than it had been, and the school blouse had become a baby blue tank top with a black arrow down the middle - the logo of the Appleby Arrows, Loveday's favorite team. A short leather jacket with metal studs topped it all off.<br><br>"Yeah alright." Loveday said giving herself a once over, accepting what the not always predictable spell had given her. There were some who considered such charms trashy (even when they were used to create less ostentatious clothing) but Loveday gave no fucks because she was poor enough that she had no alternative and knew the type of people who made that sort of judgment weren't about to ask her out for wine and cheese no matter what she did. The short skirt and mostly bare legs didn't seem to bother her. It was only September after all, Geordie girls wore such things out to pubs year round.<br><br>"Ya ready?" Loveday asked, finally giving any consideration to whether Dyani wanted to go with her to this shady tavern, even if it was just to see if she wanted to get magically changed before she walked in. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogsmeade]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>12-02-2019, 05:19:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9vuHhhf.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> <strong>Dyani Hawthorne</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14685893#msg14685893)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Slytherin | 3rd<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pure<br><strong>WAND:</strong> Ash | Rougarou | 9 ½ inches | Crooked and Firm<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Slytherin Uni Uniform --&gt; I know better than to wear skirts with Loveday (https://i.imgur.com/031We8c.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 2, 2019 | Late Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On the way to the Hog's Head Inn<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Flabbergasted Dyani gets dragged off by angry Loveday. <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Loveday (Red Phoenix), closed but PM RedPhoenix &amp; Amarlo if you'd like to join</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>"No, Jamie, I don't think your new tattoo is dumb at all." Dyani droned, barely able to keep her eyes from rolling. "So what if they called you a weeb. Just because you have-- uh, what's his name again?" "Ichigo." "Right, right. Just because you have Itchy-co's mask thing--" "Ichigo!!" "Oh <i>for fucks sake</i>, Jamie, you're a fucking weeb. Just own that shit!" Dyani huffed, about ready to throw one of her scrolls at his dumb face. "What the hell do you care what they think? Did you get the damn ink for you or for them?!"&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"It's the principle, Yan! I'm not a weeb, I'm a fucking <i>otaku</i>. Those ignorant fucks should know the difference!" The slightly younger boy grumbled and Dyani's forehead was abruptly one with the lacquered table. She would give just about <i>anything</i> to get away from such a pointless conversation right now. <i>Anything</i>!&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; <br>"Loveday, w-wait!!" The blonde gasped as she was suddenly whisked out of her seat and dragged towards the door. Jamie, in the meantime, just stood there and gawked at what had honestly become perhaps a bit more commonplace over the last couple of years than the two friends had actually realized. Dyani was becoming so used to being <i>woman-handled</i> by Loveday, the only reason she really bothered to struggle was so she could catch her bag by the tips of her fingers. <br><br>"It's nice to see you too, Muffy..." Dyani drooled as she blew a tuft of hair out of her eyes and tried to keep up with a five inch longer stride. Dear lord, this woman was lucky she had a fascinating backside... One that properly distracted her long enough for Loveday to pull her onto a broom. "Oh hell no! I don't want to di--- aaaah!" How many times had Dyani's shrieks echoed off the walls of Hogwart's castle thanks to this one single damn woman by now? She was starting to wonder if Loveday was a--- No, no, never mind. She <i>knew</i> Loveday was a sadist. Alternatively, she was starting to wonder what Loveday enjoyed about this more... The screams, or the fact that Dyani was not squashed up against his back, thighs clasped to hers, arms wrapped beneath her bosom, clinging to the woman like it was her last life line. <br><br>"I <i>hate</i> you." Dyani panted as they hit beautiful, luscious earth again, and tangled herself from what must have been karmic intervention for all her bitchiness in secondary school. "No, I'm serious. I really do hate you right now." She growled and promptly froze as she caught her reflection in a nearby shop window. Her eyes practically bugged right out of her head. "MEINE HAARE?!" Dyani looked like she was about to march onto the stage in a Broadway showing of Cats!<br><br>"You are lucky you are endearing..." She glowered at her friend as she fished throughout her coat for her wand. "Ah-ha!" The crooked thing came loose from the same pocket it was always in. "Forma!" Ashwood twirled about her head and that frizzy mane grew beautifully tame. "Just one more thing..." A single finger came out to greet Loveday as Dyani went about playing Fairy Godmother on herself. "Hmmm..." She paused, squinting down and past the uniform currently enshrouding her with more humility and restriction than she would have liked, mentally scrolling through her personal closet. "Commutatio." Her wrist flicked and emerald greens melted away into something a bit more form fitting... And consequentially safer in her friend's presence. <br><br>Dyani knew better than to wear a skirt around Loveday Marley. A lovely pair of form fitting jeans and a cropped lavender sweater would keep her safe enough. "Now that I do not look like a catholic school girl who just fell out of the hen house, what has you so pissy?" Not that anyone within a two mile radius couldn't tell Loveday was righteously furious over something, or anything. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogsmeade]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>14-02-2019, 06:36:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Mc7q2VL.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> <strong>Loveday Marley</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14656426#msg14656426)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff, 4th <br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> Poplar with Thunderbird Feather core, 12"<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Hogwarts Skirt Uniform -&gt; Drinking Outfit described below<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 2, 2019 | Late Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On the way to the Hog's Head Inn<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Angry Loveday Drags Dyani to get Mahhhhtal<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> I Like You So Much Better When You're Naked (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VkVy2FeqIyc)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dyani (Amarlo), closed but PM RedPhoenix &amp; Amarlo if you'd like to join</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Loveday tossed the broom over her shoulder, standing with her legs wide in the miniskirt, powerful thighs on full display in the fishnets as she checked out what Dyani was making of herself.<br><br>"Much better now that you look like you got lost on the way ta Sunday School." Loveday sighed. This was a rough, tough, dark kind of place and here she was dressing like a girl who just couldn't wait to be a football mom. That was Dyani for you, constantly embarrassing her! Well, there would be plenty of chances to remind her of what a nuisance she was later. Right now the lack of booze was the biggest problem. <br><br>"C'mon get in there." Loveday swung the broom into Dyani's backside like she was a cat in the wrong place. The Shoo! was implied. Loveday would continue swatting at her butt until she got in in gear, then holster her broom back over her shoulder and stroll in with her friend.<br><br>On walking in she tossed her broom into the corner that was reserved for tossing things into. One might think that a place like the Hog's Head wouldn't be so trusting, but the clientele here being who they were offered the best security for those who would worry about their things. Don't steal that, you don't know who it belongs to, the thought that passed through the head of any would be thieves. Better to go pick pockets down at the richer places, less trouble, more gold, much less likely to get hit with an unforgivable curse for stealing.<br><br>The crowd was light but that suited Loveday, less people to bother her the better. She dragged Dyani over to the far side of the bar and planted herself on the stool, crossed her legs and shouted her normal "Hoy us something strong gadgie." At the bartender.<br><br>A moment later a pair of indeed quite powerful mixed drinks were in front of the girls. Only after taking a very deep sip of something that was mostly vodka with a hint of cranberry juice in it did Loveday begin to answer the poor Syltherin's questions.<br><br>"Haddaway an shite, you know damn well why I'm pissed an all." She muttered, glaring at her drink, and then at Dyani. "This micey contest of theirs." She gulped again. "We all gotta act like we divvin know some red and gold prick is gonna get picked and then win it all." She glanced down at her glass again. "Probably won't even let any Badgers in after what happened last time."<br><br>Something would become clear to Dyani as her friend positively <em>sulked</em> in front of her. There was no way the woman she was drinking with would be this upset about the Triwizard Tournament unless ... no. It couldn't be...could it?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogsmeade]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>16-02-2019, 06:28:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9vuHhhf.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> <strong>Dyani Hawthorne</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14685893#msg14685893)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Slytherin | 3rd<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pure<br><strong>WAND:</strong> Ash | Rougarou | 9 ½ inches | Crooked and Firm<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> I know better than to wear skirts with Loveday (https://i.imgur.com/031We8c.jpg) --&gt; Fuck you too, Loveday! (https://i.imgur.com/A5JjQ3q.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 2, 2019 | Late Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hog's Head Inn<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Flabbergasted Dyani gets dragged off by angry Loveday. <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Loveday (Red Phoenix), closed but PM RedPhoenix &amp; Amarlo if you'd like to join</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>"<i>Oh. my. god, <b>fine</b>.</i>" Dyani's eyes couldn't have rolled any further even <i>with</i> magic being a factor. "Commutatio!" The blonde repeated tersely, her <i>'sunday school'</i> ensemble melting away into something a bit more <s>slutty</s> eye catching. Pink jeans faded away like wisps of bubblegum smoke, replacing modesty and length for a mid-length cotton candy mini skirt. Her flirty half-cut sweater shrank and clung closer to her supple flesh, now a lavender crop-top that left very little to the imagination. <i>Apparently</i> they were slummin' it today - or maybe Loveday wanted to lure in the liable googly eyed predators that liked to hang around a place like this. That way <i>she</i> could let loose some of that pent up aggression wadding itself with her head up her ass!<br><br>Honestly, she really looked like she really needed it... Something was truly bothering her friend, and at this point, Dyani was starting to feel like a few rounds at some unwitting punching bag would be an excellent detour of Loveday's grumpy attention.&nbsp; "There, <i>happy?</i>" Her hand waved in presentation, despite the holes she was trying to burn into Loveday's face right about now. <br><br>Arms folded across her chest, Dyani begrudgingly followed the sassy bitch into the Hog's Head and was about ready to throw her hands into the air when Loveday ordered her a drink like some rich boyfriend trying to act like he had his big boy britches. "<i>Fuck that</i>, I want something fruity and delicious. Not saturated in <i>piss water</i>." She shot at the poor bar keep like <i>they</i> were the one that somehow managed to piss her off. It was somewhere between a wary and confused glance that she actually managed to chill out, and even flashed the man an apologetic, albeit somewhat sheepish, smile.<br><br>"<i>Hah</i>. As if a Badger could win anyways." Dyani sneered, 100% goading her friend. "And <i>fuck</i> Gryffindor. If they want a <i>real</i> champion we'll have a Slytherin at the mantle." Oh, Dyani was playing with fire... But that was one of the most fun things about Loveday. She <i>loved</i> to fuck with her, because she fucked right on back! "Besides," She sniffed haughtily, turning her attention to the blackberry sangria placed before her and took a long sip for dramatic effect. Loveday may think she was being subtle, but Dyani saw right through her. "It isn't like you want to apply anyways, so what do you care?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogsmeade]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>17-02-2019, 00:42:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Mc7q2VL.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> <strong>Loveday Marley</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14656426#msg14656426)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff, 4th <br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> Poplar with Thunderbird Feather core, 12"<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Heels, Fishnets, Leather Miniskirt, Short Leather Jacket over Arrows top<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 2, 2019 | Late Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On the way to the Hog's Head Inn<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Angry Loveday Drags Dyani to get Mahhhhtal<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> I Like You So Much Better When You're Naked (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VkVy2FeqIyc)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dyani (Amarlo), closed but PM RedPhoenix &amp; Amarlo if you'd like to join</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Loveday paused to glance down at what Dyani was wearing now. "Better." She said with a feral grin that indicated just why Loveday liked it so much. It fit Dyani, pink, revealing, low-cut, it put her on display and vulnerable. Just the way Loveday felt she should be all the time. It was her natural state, if the girl would just admit it to herself. Plus it made her so fun to torment. But even that grin-inducing thought couldn't hold given the Hufflepuff's current mood and the looked on her face soon soured again, and not just because of how much vodka was in each sip of her drink.<br><br>She glared at Dyani as she corrected the order, but quickly joined in berating the bartender. "Yeah c'mon you know what she likes by now!" Loveday berated him, sliding the second drink the man had brought over to herself as if to say 'these are both mine now.' If there was any recogition of the fact that the first drink going wrong was her fault she didn't show it. She was just in the mood to scowl and snap at people. She turned back to Dyani. "And why divvin ya say nuthin sooner ya..." she didn't finish the insult, rather just leaned in and snipped her fingers at the girl's exposed side to make her make one of those lovely noises she made when molested.<br><br>But once again, even actually molesting Dyani didn't amuse her like it normally did. Like a dog too annoyed to play with its favorite toy Loveday soon sulked and gulped vokda again, listening to her friend now turn the tables and taunt her. <br><br>"Oh Slytherin you lot are just as bad." She scowled. "Should put you all together, one house, the pillocks that are too special to do honest work for a day." She scowled. <br><br>She burned for a moment at the last barb. "Wee aye course I don't!" She said far too quickly, glancing away and taking a big gulp of her drink. "What use would that nonsense have for us?" She said, the lady protesting far too much. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogsmeade]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>25-02-2019, 13:19:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9vuHhhf.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> <strong>Dyani Hawthorne</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14685893#msg14685893)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Slytherin | 3rd<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pure<br><strong>WAND:</strong> Ash | Rougarou | 9 ½ inches | Crooked and Firm<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> I know better than to wear skirts with Loveday (https://i.imgur.com/031We8c.jpg) --&gt; Fuck you too, Loveday! (https://i.imgur.com/A5JjQ3q.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 2, 2019 | Late Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hog's Head Inn<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Flabbergasted Dyani gets dragged off by angry Loveday. <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Loveday (Red Phoenix), closed but PM RedPhoenix &amp; Amarlo if you'd like to join</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><i>Christ</i>, Dyani loved when that feral gleam entered her eyes. There was just something about it that made chills run down her spine, and she couldn't help but flash her own cheeky grin right back. "<i>Right</i>." Her eyes rolled despite herself. It only <i>half</i> helped soften her stiff mood. The stiff drink delicately tucked between her fingers was definitely going to help with that other half though, or so she thought at least. She had just savored her first sip - eyes closed to let her senses center on the delicious concoction rolling over her tongue - when something caught her exposed waist.<br><br>"Eeep!" The woman jumped in her seat, nearly choking on her drink and reeling around on that stool like she might have to break in some stranger's teeth in. It was only a half second later that she realized who the culprit really was - and <i>honestly</i>, who else would it be? The blonde's cheeks puffed, her eyes narrowed and with a disgruntled huff she shoved at the woman's shoulder. "Stop doing that!"<br><br><i>Bitch!</i><br><br>"Hah! That would be hilarious." Dyani actually found herself laughing at the prospect. "They should make a reality show out of that. <i>Hogwarts Island: Slythindor</i>." Her hand swiped across the air before her, already picturing the horrible commercials and drama that would ensue. "<i>The Triwizard Tournament was nothing compared to this! Twelve students, two houses, only one can leave victorious.</i>" Her voice boomed with a mock baritone that sounded completely out of place coming from her mouth. <br><br>"Uh huh..." She eyed her friendly skeptically, idly twirling her finger along the surface of her sangria. "Gee, I don't know, other than you being a general thrill seeker, a damn beast of a bitch - let alone overall person - and the winnings ain't too shabby?" <i>Really</i>? Why was it so hard for her to admit she just didn't want to get her hopes up because she already felt like she'd be disappointed? "Jeez, talk about self fulling prophecy." And there was that eye roll again. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogsmeade]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>27-02-2019, 01:51:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Mc7q2VL.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> <strong>Loveday Marley</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14656426#msg14656426)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff, 4th <br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> Poplar with Thunderbird Feather core, 12"<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Heels, Fishnets, Leather Miniskirt, Short Leather Jacket over Arrows top<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 2, 2019 | Late Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On the way to the Hog's Head Inn<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Angry Loveday Drags Dyani to get Mahhhhtal<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> I Like You So Much Better When You're Naked (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VkVy2FeqIyc)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dyani (Amarlo), closed but PM RedPhoenix &amp; Amarlo if you'd like to join</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>"Oh giz a bag o crisps." Loveday said, sulking at the talk of the Tournament. "Your type won't let it go fair." She said, taking a deep gulp of the mostly vodka in her cup. "Ah whatever I'm not gonna get all up a height over it, just in a fettle is all. Gettin' mortal'll fix that." <br><br>"Hey, two more!" She shouted at the bartender. "And don't bring her the wrong one this time." She said, without any care for whether Dyani actaully needed another one or not, finishing the drink and taking up the one that had previously been given to Dyani as the bartender shot them a nasty word and got to work on their drinks. That was the sort of ambiance you came to the Hog's Head for after all, verbal abuse was practically a given.<br><br>She pulled out a pack of cigarettes and pulled one out, snapping her fingers to light the end of it she put it on her lips. Yes it was going to be one of those nights. And yes, you could still smoke in the Hog's Head.<br><br>She turned to eye Dyani up and down. The look was the one a hungry wolf gives a freshly spiced steak. "Ya know ya shouldn't wear something like that in here." She said. "People might get the wrang idea." She shook her head as if she was talking purely out of care for her friend. "Here we'll be defending your honor all neet again. The gadgies here won't let up 'til your on yer honkas. Maybe not even then."<br><br>She leaned into Dyani, slipping an arm around the girl's bare waist and tugging it a bit roughly, not quite off the stool, then gave her a rakish grin. "Just lettin' them all that's watchin' us know yer mine." She grinned. "At least fer now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogsmeade]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>27-02-2019, 19:08:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9vuHhhf.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> <strong>Dyani Hawthorne</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14685893#msg14685893)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Slytherin | 3rd<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pure<br><strong>WAND:</strong> Ash | Rougarou | 9 ½ inches | Crooked and Firm<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Fuck you too, Loveday! (https://i.imgur.com/A5JjQ3q.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 2, 2019 | Late Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hog's Head Inn<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Flabbergasted Dyani gets dragged off by angry Loveday. <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Loveday (Red Phoenix), closed but PM RedPhoenix &amp; Amarlo if you'd like to join</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr>"<i>Oh. my. god</i>, prejudice much?" Dyani scowled, just about as tired as Loveday was of all this stereotypical bullshit. Loveday was lucky she was in a very forgiving mood, or she was liable to start becoming dramatic! Dyani had to force half her drink down her throat just to give herself a timeout so she could cool off, because honestly she wanted to start throwing a fit and ranting about how unfair it was that all the other houses treated Slytherin like snak-- ... Okay, so technically that was their mascot, but that didn't mean they were all obnoxious snobs! Just half of them were, <i>jeez</i>. <br><br>"Yes, Loveday, piss off the man making your drinks..." She snickered, completely dismissing the fact she, herself, had just yelled at the man only moments before. However, nothing quite soured her expression like the pack of cigarettes her friend pulled free. "You know, just because we can 'magically heal' away the side effects of those cancer sticks doesn't mean they don't still make you smell like a damn ashtray." <br><br><i>Jeez</i>, Dyani, what had bunched up your knickers today? Even <i>she</i> was starting to notice those old bitchy habits were starting to shine through. Maybe it had something to do with the pleasant numb of denial she was trying to keep herself firmly enshrouded by... The last thing she needed to do was start panicking over the fact <i>her old school</i>, which was likely <i>full of people that hated her</i>, was about to show up at her <i>front door step!</i><br><br>Allowing herself to be annoyed at Loveday was honestly a blessing in disguise... "...." Speaking of which, the glare Loveday received a moment later was anything but. "<i>You're</i> the one that--- Oooh! I could kill you!" She huffed, shoving against her friend's shoulder halfheartedly as she was partially tugged from her stool. "You're lucky you're endearing." She pouted grumpily and folded her arms across her chest, only half ignoring the arm now draped around her waist. <br><br>"Besides," She flashed the Badger an impish grin at her claim. "I'm pretty sure they already knew that." After all, this wasn't exactly their first rodeo... Half the time she was pretty sure Marley was <i>hoping</i> someone would make an attempt just so she could have a living punching bag. "Or are you just making excuses to get grabby with me?" She teased, kissing her friend's cheek gingerly. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogsmeade]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>01-03-2019, 00:45:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Mc7q2VL.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> <strong>Loveday Marley</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14656426#msg14656426)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff, 4th <br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> Poplar with Thunderbird Feather core, 12"<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Heels, Fishnets, Leather Miniskirt, Short Leather Jacket over Arrows top<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 2, 2019 | Late Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On the way to the Hog's Head Inn<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Angry Loveday Drags Dyani to get Mahhhhtal<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> I Like You So Much Better When You're Naked (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VkVy2FeqIyc)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dyani (Amarlo), closed </td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>"Aw nee you see, I was a bitch to one of the girls from Ravenclaw the other day so I get to say I'm a, uh, how's it go 'equal opportunity offender'" she pronounced each word in a meticulously "proper" English accent that just dripped in mocking condescension at the concept. "So you can't call us prejudiced right?" She squeezed her fingers tighter around Dyani's waist and moved in closer to the girl, the two practically touching sides on the bar stools now. Loveday uncrossed and crossed her legs so that her thighs were bumping Dyani's and her feet were dangling near the Finnish girl's. "That's how these wankas do things here." She shrugged as if to say 'can't blame me I'm just fitting in.'<br><br>"Course I'm endearing, I'm propa canny decent and the best marra you'll ever have." She said, squeezing Dyani closer and closer and turning her body just a little towards her. "And we." She said, reaching out and taking a new drink without a glance at the surly bartender. "Are gonna get so out of our godsdamned little brains tonight." She threw the drink back all the way, tossing her neck and hair back as she did and slamming it back down on the bar. "Or at least I'm getting mortal so you'd better keep it up." <br><br>Dyani was so cute when she crossed her arms and pouted when Loveday got all handsy. It did nothing to discourage the Gerodie witch, a fact Loveday was pretty sure Dyani was well aware of. The little kiss she gave at the end of it was more than enough proof of it.<br><br>"Who says I need a reason to tash on a propa mint worldie like you?" She taunted back with a smirk, cigarette forgotten in the ashtray on the bar for a moment as she leaned in, lips swimming closer to Dyani's like a shark scenting blood. She clearly pondered saying something for a moment, then thought better of it and without another world she squeezed her girl close around her waist and pulled her in for a deep, fierce kiss, her other hand sliding along Dyani's lovely bare thigh a bit possessively. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogsmeade]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>01-03-2019, 17:25:53</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190228/5a89f298b3bbcb8711638d3d341ca174.png)<br><br>(https://www.wildernessscotland.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/08/autumn-blog-6384.jpg)<br><br><strong>Weather in the Highlands of Scotland in October:</strong> <br><br>The average highs reach 11°C (51°F), while the average lows get down to 5°C (41°F). In terms of rainfall, on average, there are 20 days out of the month where rain is expected, and accumulation averages at 7.5 inches (190 millimeters). For the most part, a typical day in October is rather gloomy and cloudy, with ominous clouds that appear as if they might start to pour rain at any moment. It is now chilly enough that fall jackets are barely doing it anymore, unless paired with a hat and a scarf. Most will trade in their autumn jackets for heavier, bulkier coats. Layers are still important and a fireplace is suddenly much more cozy than last month. <br><br><strong>Important Dates this Month:</strong> <br><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>25th October</strong> - Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students arrive at Hogwarts. A welcoming feast is thrown at the great hall.</li><li><strong>31st October</strong> - The Halloween dance takes place tonight, following a feast. The dance lasts from 7 pm until midnight. Also, the goblet of fire is lit and accepting names. Champions are chosen at midnight.</li></ul><br><strong>In Game Information about this Month:</strong> <br><br>The entire month is open and available for Rp. The next time change can be delayed, if a majority would prefer that.<br><br>(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/535877970401820675/549978680588369950/HANB_October.png?width=673&amp;height=500)<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogsmeade]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>28-03-2019, 16:26:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://d1w8cc2yygc27j.cloudfront.net/296226285191603483/7577340293898857544.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/e/ea/BeauxbatonsCrestClearBg.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/350?cb=20160630041801)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Juliette Belanger (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14661968#msg14661968)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Seventh<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 ¾ | Beech | Unicorn<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same as picture with these jeans/shoes (https://s7d9.scene7.com/is/image/LuckyBrandJeans/7W13943_450_1?$productMainDesktop$)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Three Broomsticks<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> It's true, I crave you<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Flight Facilities - Crave You (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZeaIvjoH1FY)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Michael | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>After walking back to Hogwarts castle, Juliette returned to the borrowed dorm that she would call hers for the rest of the school year. She spent some time getting herself ready for what she was calling a dinner date with Michael. Her stomach was filled with frenzied butterflies as she went through her closet in search of a dress. Her smile widened when she found a satin black number that was perfectly fitting for the occasion. It was just conservative enough to leave plenty to the imagination but just suggestive enough to make him wonder a little harder than normal. At least, that was the aim.<br><br>Admittedly, when Juliette was ready to leave, she felt a sinking feeling at the realization that she wasn’t sure how to get to Hogsmeade village. Just as she remembered being given a map of the castle and its tunnels, Juliette heard a knock on her door. She was surprised to find Michael standing there, offering to escort her to the Three Broomsticks. Juliette smiled gratefully, that same bashful smile as before which made her cheeks turn pink. Tucking her hand against the crook of his elbow, they walked together through the halls and into a tunnel which led them straight to Hogsmeade. <br><br>On the way there, they talked about simple things. The trip from Beauxbatons to Hogwarts, the possibilities of what might be seen in each trial of the Triwizard tournament, how the food served at both schools compared to one another. When they reached the Three Broomsticks, Juliette released Michael’s arm and they found a place to sit in a quiet corner. There were a few patrons here and there, but it wasn’t overly crowded. The place was slightly smoky and smelled of pumpkin, among other scents rising up from the dinner plates of some other customers. Quickly enough, someone stopped by the table to ask them for their drink orders. <br><br>“I’ve always wanted to try a butterbeer.” She smiled, her features brightening at the idea of finally getting a chance to taste one. Juliette looked to Michael, seated across from her at the small table and waited to hear his drink order, finding herself curious about what he had a taste for on that particular evening. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogsmeade]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>29-03-2019, 02:40:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.thoughtco.com/thmb/EXwmLQ0O3khWz2mHbRB3RCAlYXc=/650x393/filters:no_upscale():max_bytes(150000):strip_icc()/Henry-Cavill-Man-of-Steel-56f015bc5f9b5867a1c57978.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Michael Oakes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14703824#msg14703824)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff / 7th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle-Born<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 14" | Sycamore | Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> A blue buttoned shirt and his best pair of jeans, a rough green jacket with a little wear and tear<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>&nbsp; Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Three Broomsticks<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Turned my whole world upside down...<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Eric Clapton - Layla (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0WUdlaLWSVM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Juliette, Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Michael had rushed back to his dorm after meeting Juliette. Being fresh out the lake he had a good deal of cleaning up to do before their date later. It was something of a blur, and he couldn't quite believe how the day was going, but he did his best to swiftly shower and select some fitting clothes. Unfortunately, even with his lack of a fashion sense, he knew he was dressed very plainly. His wardrobe tended to focus on the practical. Thus far he'd had little cause to try and impress anyone, and hopefully Juliette would be happy with Michael being the kind of man who tended to dress in a slightly boring style. And, along with that style, a man who's wardrobe often bore the marks of his overly physical lifestyle. <br><br>Realising Juliette wouldn't know where to go he opted to do the gentlemanly thing and guide her to Hogsmeade himself. He almost got lost twice trying to find her dorm, but eventually managed to knock at the right door. He had a warm smile, as always, and it only grew wider when she placed her hand against his arm. He had a sense of pride as he walked through Hogwarts beside her, wondering if anyone else might notice the pair.<br><br>It was easy to pass the time chatting to her, having both a wealth of subjects and a great desire to learn more about this woman he'd only just met. He spoke quickly, enthusiastically and warmly about everything he could find positive feelings for. The Three Broomsticks was more his kind of place than most posh restaurants were, and he didn't mind the mixture of smells in the air. He felt himself relax a little, heart calming when he entered the familiar environment.<br><br>He nodded, brightening up too, when Juliette ordered a butterbeer. That was an idea he would only ever encourage. "The same for me, thank you." He replied quickly with a warm look to the bar staff before quickly returning his attention to Juliette. "I hope you'll enjoy it." He commented, wondering how she'd feel about the drink after trying it. A part of him wondered what the wizards drank in Juliette's home country, but he'd ask that when she'd had a chance to try Hogsmeade's famous butterbeer. Fortunately it was a brief wait, and soon the drinks were at the table. Knowing he would enjoy his Michael waited for Juliette's review. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogsmeade]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>30-03-2019, 05:00:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://d1w8cc2yygc27j.cloudfront.net/296226285191603483/7577340293898857544.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/e/ea/BeauxbatonsCrestClearBg.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/350?cb=20160630041801)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Juliette Belanger (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14661968#msg14661968)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Seventh<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 ¾ | Beech | Unicorn<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same as picture with these jeans/shoes (https://s7d9.scene7.com/is/image/LuckyBrandJeans/7W13943_450_1?$productMainDesktop$)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Three Broomsticks<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> It's true, I crave you<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Flight Facilities - Crave You (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZeaIvjoH1FY)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Michael | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>For any of the other patrons at the Three Broomsticks, it would probably be very clear that Michael and Juliette were on their first date. When they weren’t shyly looking away from one another and smiling with large, goofy smiles, then they were staring at each other with those same goofy smiles and a flush accompanying their cheeks. <br><br>Juliette folded her hands in her lap when she didn’t see a cloth napkin to unfurl and place over her thighs. Michael ordered the same thing to start, making Juliette meet his gaze and smile brightly from across the table, in the dim place where he seemed so content and at ease. Then again, she could have said the same thing for Michael when she saw him at the Black Lake.<br><br>Maybe he was just the sort of guy who seemed comfortable no matter his surroundings. Juliette licked her lips in thirst when the waiter darted off to fetch them their drinks. “I’m sure I will,” she responded to Michael’s words. “I’ve heard that they are quite the treat.” The waiter returned with two frothy drinks in hand, gently placing first one, then the other, tall beer glass on the table. <br><br>“Thank you,” Juliette smiled politely up at the server, then perked her brows across to Michael. “Cheers.” She wrapped her fingers around the handle and lifted up the glass, angling it toward Michael, to clink the edges together. “To new beginnings,” she started, pausing so that if Michael wanted to add a little something, he could. She clinked her glass with his, then took a sip. <br><br>Her lips were bubbly with froth immediately afterward. “Mmm!” She exclaimed, licking her lips afterward, giggling. “It’s so delicious!” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogsmeade]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>30-03-2019, 18:25:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.thoughtco.com/thmb/EXwmLQ0O3khWz2mHbRB3RCAlYXc=/650x393/filters:no_upscale():max_bytes(150000):strip_icc()/Henry-Cavill-Man-of-Steel-56f015bc5f9b5867a1c57978.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Michael Oakes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14703824#msg14703824)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff / 7th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle-Born<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 14" | Sycamore | Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> A blue buttoned shirt and his best pair of jeans, a rough green jacket with a little wear and tear<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>&nbsp; Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Three Broomsticks<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Turned my whole world upside down...<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Eric Clapton - Layla (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0WUdlaLWSVM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Juliette, Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Michael was glad that no matter how shy he felt he could tell Juliette was the same way. He couldn't help but grinning wide, his jaw chattering a few times and the odd laugh escaping his lips at the amusing situation they'd both found themselves in. It was a rare opportunity to totally lay back, and he was never much good at acting suave at the best of times. He much preferred this honesty.<br><br>"They are!" He replied quickly, always happy to sing the praises of Hogsmeade's classic drink. Though not a party animal by any means Michael enjoyed a few drinks, and he would always say Butterbeer was one of his favourites. It had a unique taste that he was hoping she'd enjoy. It wasn't quite the glass of wine she said she appreciated, but it had its own appeal. He felt a sense of appreciation when she thanked the server. It was often rare, and it was a quality he had admiration for. <br><br>"Cheers!" He enthused as he picked up his own glass and lightly clinked it against hers. With a nod he added to her cheer. "To us." He spoke with a grin. Hopefully that wasn't too much. So far it seemed she was as content with slightly hopeless, adorable romantics as he was. He didn't feel like pretending his feelings were any less than they were, regardless. There was little point in that.<br><br>Michael joined Juliette in taking a sip, though his was a little deeper. He came up with a similar bubbly froth on his lips, smiling at the way she licked hers with a giggle. She was very sweet and endearing, almost effortlessly so. But she combined that with a sense of grace that truly drew him in. It took a few moments before he was back in the real world, zoning out and gazing at her before blinking and changing his blank expression for a beam of approval. "I'm glad you like it!" He took another hearty sip, setting his mug down lightly. Some time had passed since his last date, and he wasn't quite sure what to talk about. Food would be next, perhaps that was a good idea. "So, Juliette." He continued, a happy look in his eyes. "What do you most like to eat?" He asked before they ordered. There was so much he had to learn about this woman, and he was deeply curious. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogsmeade]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>06-04-2019, 16:01:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://d1w8cc2yygc27j.cloudfront.net/296226285191603483/7577340293898857544.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/e/ea/BeauxbatonsCrestClearBg.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/350?cb=20160630041801)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Juliette Belanger (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14661968#msg14661968)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Seventh<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 ¾ | Beech | Unicorn<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same as picture with these jeans/shoes (https://s7d9.scene7.com/is/image/LuckyBrandJeans/7W13943_450_1?$productMainDesktop$)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Three Broomsticks<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> It's true, I crave you<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Flight Facilities - Crave You (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZeaIvjoH1FY)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Michael | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Juliette’s beaming grin widened when Michael confirmed that butterbeer was, as she had heard, quite the treat. She felt thankful for the moments that they were sharing. It seemed like Michael felt comfortable at the Three Broomsticks, and in order to get to know him properly, it would make the most sense that he felt like his genuine self. This seemed better for them both than the alternative of having him dress in a stuffy suit and stiffly sit all night, afraid of popping a button or something. <br><br>Then again, these were all just hunches she was gathering from him, while they shared their table. When they toasted and Michael added a sentiment to the cheers, Juliette’s smile quivered slightly and the apples of her cheeks darkened to a deeper shade of rouge. “To us,” she nodded, almost looking embarrassed that she hadn’t thought of saying that herself. Their glasses clinked and they took their sips. Well, a sip for her, a swig for him. Both came up with frothy lips and giggles.<br><br>“I do, I really do.” She expressed about the butterbeer. It was quite delicious, in its own right. A perfect blend for the fall, really. Michael took another swig before asking her about her favorite foods to eat. Juliette leaned in a little closer, shifting in her chair to angle herself slightly. Her voice dropped as if she were sharing a secret with him. “Well, I am rather partial to French cuisine, so forgive me.” She hoped her tastes weren’t too out of line for this establishment. <br><br>“But, one of my favorite dishes is called flamiche. It has a puff-pastry crust, is served with cheese and vegetables. Similar to a quiche or even a pizza, if it is cooked without the top crust.” She tilted her head, perking a brow at Michael. “I also love dessert. Tarte tartin, chocolate soufflé, macaron’s, Crème caramel, you name it. I have a bit of a sweet tooth.” She chuckled at herself, then reached across the table to gently swirl a few fingers against his hand. “What about your favorites?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogsmeade]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>09-04-2019, 03:03:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.thoughtco.com/thmb/EXwmLQ0O3khWz2mHbRB3RCAlYXc=/650x393/filters:no_upscale():max_bytes(150000):strip_icc()/Henry-Cavill-Man-of-Steel-56f015bc5f9b5867a1c57978.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Michael Oakes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14703824#msg14703824)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff / 7th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle-Born<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 14" | Sycamore | Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> A blue buttoned shirt and his best pair of jeans, a rough green jacket with a little wear and tear<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>&nbsp; Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Three Broomsticks<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Turned my whole world upside down...<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Eric Clapton - Layla (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0WUdlaLWSVM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Juliette, Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Michael was very glad when Juliette echoed his toast. He'd been concerned he may say the wrong thing, but it seemed she was as eager to invest herself as he was. Though the concern about what he was saying had lead to his cheeks being a similar deep red tone to hers. Something he was painfully aware of but unable to do a thing about. Any potential embarrassment was only muted by the fact Juliette seemed to mirror his feelings. At least he was not alone in his awkwardness.<br><br>He nodded in agreement, again. He was very glad she enjoyed the drink, and beamed at her as he leaned in a little. Aiming to be attentive he couldn't help chuckling at the way she whispered her preference for French cuisine as though it was a dangerous secret. Fortunately a good deal of their traditional dishes could easily be found in the British isles, the nation's proximity favoured sharing and her favoured cuisine was famous the world over. Although Michael, personally, held a preference for the simple, hearty British classics. <br><br>There was a brief shake of his head when she asked for forgiveness, as an effort to dismiss the idea that she had done anything that needed forgiving. Her tastes were her own, after all. After that he listened in to her description of flamiche. He loosely thought he'd heard of the dish, and it sounded delicious, but Michael wasn't an expert on French food by any means. "I'd love to try it." He responded eagerly. Though it was easy to guess by his sheer size Michael's appetite was well known around Hogwarts.<br><br>The desserts she listed, at least those that he recognised, were all things he enjoyed a great deal. Although he couldn't claim to have a sweet tooth like she did he was all too happy to eat his share of puddings. "A good dessert is perfection." He added in agreement, before momentarily pausing to think. His far larger fingers gently moved to brush against hers. Many expected clumsiness from Michael, but a life of practical living had lent itself to physical dexterity. Where her skin was soft his was calloused and rough, both hands marked with a variety of scars. Burns, scratches and even bites. Predominantly fading but still present they could be felt, a tapestry that hinted at his reckless nature. But where the marks told of his tendency for bold, drastic choices his actual movements here were delicate, gently running a fingertip along Juliette's palm. It was an idle movement, invited by her and done only as he thought. <br><br>"I would have to confess I favour the simple things. Bangers 'N Mash. A good roast dinner. Even a bacon sandwich." He now had an apologetic expression. It wasn't a picture of sophistication even if it was honest. He rarely tried posh food, and tended to prefer to avoid it even when given the opportunity. Michael liked life simple. His fingertips didn't stop moving as he spoke, large hand eventually very cautiously capturing Juliette's to lightly embrace her. At that point he paused and half-smiled, glancing about the room before returning his attention to her and looking sideways at the touch. It was light by his standards, but firm enough to show confidence in himself. He wondered what she made of all the marks on his hands. Almost impulsively, born of that one brief moment of self-consciousness, he felt an apology slip from his tongue. "Sorry." He stated simply, not clarifying what he might be apologising for. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogsmeade]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>09-04-2019, 16:04:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://d1w8cc2yygc27j.cloudfront.net/296226285191603483/7577340293898857544.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/e/ea/BeauxbatonsCrestClearBg.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/350?cb=20160630041801)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Juliette Belanger (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14661968#msg14661968)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Seventh<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 ¾ | Beech | Unicorn<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same as picture with these jeans/shoes (https://s7d9.scene7.com/is/image/LuckyBrandJeans/7W13943_450_1?$productMainDesktop$)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Three Broomsticks<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> It's true, I crave you<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Flight Facilities - Crave You (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZeaIvjoH1FY)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Michael | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>The implications behind the toast that Michael made were not decipherable by Juliette, at least not yet. However, the unspoken promise existed. They were both interested in seeing where things went between them. They both wanted to explore this intense connection between them. Juliette felt a rush flow through her at the realization that they were both so genuinely invested in finding out what it was that seemed to be blooming between them. <br><br>Michael’s flush was largely covered by the blanket of his beard, but it still crept forth and made itself visible. His eyes seemed to light up when she spoke about food, sharing that some of her favorites may have been somewhat unexpected. Her curiosity piqued when she had finished sharing her favorite dishes and inquired about his. He said he would love to try her favorites and Juliette beamed. “I’d love to cook them for you.” <br><br>His fingers caressed hers idly, like holding hands had already become second nature for them. Michael’s comment about dessert warranted a giggle from Juliette. “If I could get away with only eating sweets, I would.” She giggled faintly. “I <em>so</em> would.” Her eyes rolled in exaggeration. But, as their hands connected and fingers explored one another’s skin, Juliette noticed that his rough, calloused hands, were also covered in scars, burns, and other flaws. <br><br>She didn’t mean to stare but found herself swirling her thumb over scar after scar. Michael admitted that he preferred a simple palate, mentioning a couple of meals she had heard before. “I am sure there are French equivalents to each of those. They all sound delicious.” Juliette tiled her head. “I’d like to learn to make your favorite dishes.” When he apologized, Juliette found herself at a slight loss. Her brows knitted with curious concern. “What do you mean?” <br><br>Juliette shook her head, jostling his hand gently, encouraging his gaze to find hers. “You have nothing to apologize for.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogsmeade]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>11-04-2019, 19:13:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.thoughtco.com/thmb/EXwmLQ0O3khWz2mHbRB3RCAlYXc=/650x393/filters:no_upscale():max_bytes(150000):strip_icc()/Henry-Cavill-Man-of-Steel-56f015bc5f9b5867a1c57978.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Michael Oakes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14703824#msg14703824)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff / 7th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle-Born<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 14" | Sycamore | Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> A blue buttoned shirt and his best pair of jeans, a rough green jacket with a little wear and tear<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>&nbsp; Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Three Broomsticks<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Turned my whole world upside down...<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Eric Clapton - Layla (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0WUdlaLWSVM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Juliette, Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>It was impossible not to find it incredibly endearing when Juliette suggested she'd love to cook his favourite dishes for him. He wasn't an old fashioned man, and was a reasonably capable cook himself, but it was still a very sweet suggestion. A wide smile, eyes lighting up, responded to her words. "I'd love that." He replied quickly. He wondered how good of a cook she was. <br><br>He could only still smile when she commented that she'd eat only sweets if she could. It seemed to fit her well. He liked sweets, but his diet demanded that he eat a lot of calories in general and focus on healthy food to keep himself reasonably lean and fit for his lifestyle. "I'm sure too." He responded. It would be fun and interesting to try the French parallel to his favourites. "None of them are complicated." Fortunately cooking for Michael was easy. He liked almost everything&nbsp; and was always enthusiastic if someone else made any food for him.<br><br>Quickly finding her gaze he tried his best to smile and brush off his apology. He felt awkward for having said it at all, particularly without clarification. An explanation was certainly owed for that one. It was hard to actually think quite why he'd apologised in the first place but he supposed, on balance, it was for the difference between their hands. His body had a lot more wear and tear than hers seemed to. <br><br>"Sorry." Again. He shook his head at that. An old classic, saying sorry for saying sorry. Trying to lighten up slightly he chuckled at himself. "It's just all the marks, and scars. I love animals but they don't always love me back." He offered in explanation. Between caring for the animals, the surrounding manual labour he performed and his intensive exercise his body had a good deal of marks on it. There was a particularly noticeable white scar on his palm, now visible as he turned it upwards, where the first hippogriff he'd ridden had nipped his palm when he'd given it a scratch behind the ears. <br><br>"Whereas you're so smooth, and soft and perfect." He complimented her almost idly. He hadn't quite thought out how it might sound, only intending to highlight the differences between the two rather than to try and flirt with her. But with his eyes on hers, and a smiling expression as his large hand brushed against her far smaller one even he realised what he'd said the moment after he'd said it. Rather than apologising again he stood by the statement, feeling relatively confident she wouldn't mind. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogsmeade]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>16-04-2019, 13:44:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://d1w8cc2yygc27j.cloudfront.net/296226285191603483/7577340293898857544.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/e/ea/BeauxbatonsCrestClearBg.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/350?cb=20160630041801)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Juliette Belanger (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14661968#msg14661968)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Seventh<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 ¾ | Beech | Unicorn<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same as picture with these jeans/shoes (https://s7d9.scene7.com/is/image/LuckyBrandJeans/7W13943_450_1?$productMainDesktop$)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Three Broomsticks<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> It's true, I crave you<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Flight Facilities - Crave You (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZeaIvjoH1FY)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Michael | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>All of the chatter about their favorite dishes was starting to make Juliette even hungrier. Her tummy rumbled quietly, making her blush deepen a shade or two. She hoped Michael hadn’t heard and averted her gaze down to the menu in front of her, where she scanned over a few options for dinner. <br><br>In the back of her mind, Juliette had to wonder about Michael’s cooking influences. Did he have a mother who prepared his favorites frequently? Could another woman match the talent and skill that she may have possessed? Was Michael the one cooking his own favorite dishes? Or, did he simply eat whatever he found?<br><br>When he remarked that he would love for her to cook for him, Juliette beamed back at him from across the table. Her head tilted when he concurred with her comment about French equivalents, suggesting that his favorites weren’t overly complex to make. “It might be fun to learn how to prepare them together,” she half suggested, half replied. <br><br>That conversation reached a halt, though, when Michael unexpectedly and without explanation, apologized. Juliette couldn’t think of a reason for his apology, so she questioned it. Again he apologized, which made her lips curl and a soft, almost inaudible chuckle escaped her. He pointed out all of his blemishes and imperfections, remarking that his love for animals was what created the markings on his skin.<br><br>He turned his hand around so that his palm was facing the ceiling. Juliette’s gaze flashed downward, immediately spotting the scar that seemed to overwhelm the majority of the surface. Her fingertips danced along the line. For a moment, she held her breath, thinking about how deep the cut must have been to leave such a slash behind. <br><br>She frowned at the idea of him bleeding, in pain, potentially hurt even worse from an animal who didn’t understand his good intentions. Michael compared his flawed skin to her apparently flawless skin, making her nose wrinkle and her head shake slowly. “I’m far from perfect,” she confessed. Though it was almost with a pained voice. As if she thought such a thing were achievable, and she simply hadn’t gotten there yet.<br><br>Michael smiled at her just the same, his thicker digits caressing her palm. “But thank you,” she grinned, clearly flattered. After biting on her lower lip without realizing it, she parted her lips to take in a sharp breath, then braced herself. “I don’t mind. I mean, your scars tell the story of who you are. You don’t need to apologize for them, ever.” Her head shook sternly. When she was still again, she stared into his eyes for a bit. “I hope you’re safe, though.” <br><br>It was much too soon in their ‘relationship’ for Juliette to be talking about changing Michael, so she stopped short of telling him that she wished he wouldn’t put himself in such dangerous situations. Perhaps that wasn’t what happened. Maybe it was just bad timing or circumstances. Juliette squeezed his hand lightly. “I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.” <br><br>With that, she finally released his hand and perused the menu more fully. “Oh, talking about all that delicious food has made me so hungry. We should really put in our orders.” As if the waitress had overheard, she came bounding over and asked them for their orders. Juliette pointed to the menu, then requested a dish of shepherd’s pie along with a salad. <br><br>She folded up her menu and handed it to the woman, who didn’t write the order down but seemed to - hopefully - retain the information. Both the waitress and Juliette then looked to Michael expectantly, for his order.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogsmeade]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>01-05-2019, 06:45:19</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! Begins on Saturday, 2nd November and lasts through 30th November.</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).<br><br><hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Guy Fawkes Night</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i0.wp.com/www.towerhousewares.co.uk/blog/wp-content/uploads/2014/11/bonfire-recipe.jpg?resize=748%2C350&amp;ssl=1)<br><br>(https://images.wallpaperscraft.com/image/bonfire_fire_firewood_120916_2560x1080.jpg)</div></div><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Fall Festival</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.emiliaromagnaturismo.com/en/editorials-images/halloweenpicture2.jpg)<br><br>(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/538537456488808449/576005243469561877/Portaventura2BHalloween.png?width=954&amp;height=395)</div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogsmeade]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>01-05-2019, 07:25:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/9a4c9be187e9d21ab72e5733bfcf0ce1/tumblr_mzrxepDQ3Q1rk5jbto1_250.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Audrey Thorup (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14662805#msg14662805)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fourth | Ravenclaw <br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle born <br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 ½ | Larch | Snallygaster heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same as picture, with these jeans and boots (http://41.media.tumblr.com/ad3db1e562d9349614fed69645ffe80d/tumblr_nta05p7QlQ1uqr45io1_500.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Friday, November 1st, 2019 | Late afternoon <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Wandering around the streets of Hogsmeade<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Let me introduce my bad self<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Mindless Self Indulgence - Futures (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AAl70EpE7uk&amp;list=PLWg78pwGdP1ZCKxGp7KJ_1G3MYVTMnx7W&amp;index=79)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Expecting Ora | Open-ish</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>After that early morning announcement from the Minister of Magic about the Tournament being canceled, Audrey decided to get out for a bit of fresh air. The hallways at Hogwarts were always stirring with gossip and rumors. Now that she was hearing about the ghost of Cedric Diggory being responsible in some way for the destruction of the goblet of fire, she took it as a sign that she had been trapped inside those castle walls for too long. Forced social interaction was doing a great deal to her. <br><br>So, after grabbing a quick sandwich from the cafeteria, she ducked out of sight. Maybe it was best for her to sneak off on her own. It would give Derek a chance to talk to Dior about the Tournament in private. Though if the blonde were upset about the trials being canceled, she was sure that it stemmed from the reality that she would no longer be promised the attention and recognition that she had been expecting, from being the selected Hogwarts champion. Just being chosen at all was sure to mean she’d never let anyone forget that she was. <br><br>Audrey stepped into The Magic Neep and grabbed a magical cart, which every British person around her called a trolly. It followed her around like a puppy waiting for its treat. Making her way through aisles aimlessly, she scanned each shelf in search of nothing in particular. Junk food, mostly. Maybe some dirty magazines, if they sold any of those anywhere. Her brow perked when she reached the bakery section. Flipping through the pages of a small booklet that displayed the various signature cakes and cupcakes they made, she smirked. <br><br>An employee with a red apron approached, greeting Audrey in a chipper tone. To which Audrey hissed in response, making the woman flinch and hesitate. “Hi Miss! Can I… help you?” She stumbled over her own question, but by then Audrey was already thumbing through the pictures again. “Where’s the NSFW section?” She asked without missing a beat. The employee gaped at her. “The… um, what?” She questioned. Audrey glared at the woman. “Not Safe For Work? You know, like the Adult cake section?” Her eyes went wide as if to implore the other woman. <br><br>“I mean, come on, you can’t hide pornographic art from the general public. Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I’ve seen naughty parts formed expertly out of fondant?” The question was rhetorical, but the woman behind the bakery counter had no idea. She just continued to stare, almost horrified at the words that Audrey was so flagrantly throwing around. “It’s art, Nancy!” Audrey didn’t even know if that was the woman’s name. But she looked like a fucking Nancy. “You can’t censor art!” Before she knew it, she was making a small scene, causing other customers to stop in their tracks and turn to gawk at her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogsmeade]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfling72</strong> on <strong>01-05-2019, 08:33:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7d/Catora4.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> the sweater as shown (in cream, coffee and black) as well as ripped jeans and these boots (https://www.shoecity.com/21865-tm_large_default/soda-women-knee-high-riding-boots-two-tone-sam-h.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Friday | 11-01-2019 | late afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Well, was going walkabout in Hogsmeade but was distracted by loud curse words!!<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Hark, who needs a hug??<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Happy-Pharrell Williams (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y6Sxv-sUYtM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Audrey...queen of snarktastic one liners who seems to be in dire need of a drink!</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>The announcement hadn't affected Ora. Sure, it was sad that the tournament had ended before it ever began but, really, did people forget that others had DIED? Like death!? Actual, <em>no coming back from it unless you desire to reside at Hogwarts for the rest of eternity</em> death? The fact that people seemed to be more put out over the supposed lack of glory was rather disconcerting when you thought about it...and Ora did think about it. Heavily. In fact, the thoughts were so long and loud that she soon found herself meandering aimlessly throughout Hogsmeade, coppered orbs barely registering other people as she bumped into, or bounced off of, them.<br><br>It was in this state that she found herself passing by <strong>The Magic Neep</strong>. The young cocoa hued woman hesitated for but a moment before she passed inside. After all, it wasn't like she needed to shop. Hell, her snack horde was an amazement of epic proportions! However, there was a certain sort of feeling, like maybe there would be a fist fight by the checkout. The amount of strain up at Uni made this almost a certainty at some point. Better to see it from the beginning, so she could tell the Aurors who was at fault! <em>'Or send em off after someone else altogether!'</em> The thought brightened her features, drew a small smile upon plump lips but it was what she heard next that sent her into a fast-paced lope toward the rear of the small shop.<br><br><strong>“It’s art, Nancy!”</strong> The words, the voice, oh sweet baby Jesus. It was her! Ora picked up the pace and skedaddled her happy ass right on back just in time to hear; <strong>“You can’t censor art!”</strong><br><br><em>Blink...</em><br><br>Without a thought to the consequences, Ora stopped on the left of the young woman who seemingly held the horrified stares of fully half the store's customers and spoke. "That is not true. They can totally censor art...they just should not do so!" A husky laugh followed the statement even as Ora turned her gaze more fully to the ranting female beside her. A few seconds thought garnered a name, house and year: <em>'Audrey Thorup, Fourth Year. Smart arse. I remember her.'</em> and a brief memory of conversations held during certain classes with DADA and History topping that rather short list. So, the woman wasn't a total unknown, just not known well enough for what was sure to happen next.<br><br>"So, are ya bitchy because you need a hug or would ya like to stop terrorizing the nice bakery help and leave with me to get a drink? I mean, I remember YOU...not so sure you recall our time in the library with any sort of fondness and don't really care," Here, Ora flashed a huge grin. "No matter, I've decided to save you from the Aurors...or a little padded cell by offering you the JOY of my company...which can include hugs and drinks. You down?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogsmeade]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>05-05-2019, 15:14:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/9a4c9be187e9d21ab72e5733bfcf0ce1/tumblr_mzrxepDQ3Q1rk5jbto1_250.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Audrey Thorup (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14662805#msg14662805)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fourth | Ravenclaw <br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle born <br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 ½ | Larch | Snallygaster heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same as picture, with these jeans and boots (http://41.media.tumblr.com/ad3db1e562d9349614fed69645ffe80d/tumblr_nta05p7QlQ1uqr45io1_500.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Friday, November 1st, 2019 | Late afternoon <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Wandering around the streets of Hogsmeade<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Let me introduce my bad self<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Mindless Self Indulgence - Futures (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AAl70EpE7uk&amp;list=PLWg78pwGdP1ZCKxGp7KJ_1G3MYVTMnx7W&amp;index=79)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ora | And alcohol. Lots of alcohol.</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Audrey had no real plan or end goal with the battle of the baker. She just got worked up sometimes. Or maybe it was just that she was bored with the mundane quality of life and liked to add in a bit of pot stirring when she was presented with the opportunity to do so. Even she couldn’t be sure what a logical explanation was for her behavior, sometimes. Maybe that was the point.<br><br>When it seemed that the argument in progress had reached a bit of an impasse, mostly because the baker behind the counter had absolutely no clue what else there was to say to someone who was clearly disturbed, someone else joined the conversation. Audrey flicked her head to the side to see Ora from school, stepping up beside her and correcting her statement about censoring art. <br><br>Audrey folded her arms in front of her, a scowling sort of pout growing on her face. She knew her well enough to recall her from school, recalling how her notoriously curly hair framed her face. That and, she had a cool nickname, which made Audrey both envious and a fan, at least in some small capacity. She asked if Audrey needed a hug and she immediately tensed everywhere.<br><br>“No! No hugs!” She all but shouted, jumping backward and holding a hand out toward Ora, like that would keep her away. When she called it terrorizing the baker, Audrey darkly smirked. But, when Ora mentioned getting a drink instead of hanging around at the bakery any longer, that dark grin grew into a much more sinister one. <br><br>“Like, alcohol?” Audrey questioned in her ever flat, monotone voice. She didn’t feel the need to mention that she had remembered Ora, too. Especially not if it might mean she’d revoke her offer for drinks. Audrey chuckled faintly at the mention of aurors and a padded cell. “You make it sound like those alternatives are bad options.” With that, she turned around, not addressing the baker further. <br><br>“I’m always down for drinks. But,” she stopped in front of Ora, holding a finger out to her. “No hugs.” It was the only rule she’d create for their time together. “Now let’s get a move on!” She bossed, hurrying out of the Neep, hoping she was in tow. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogsmeade]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfling72</strong> on <strong>05-05-2019, 19:16:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7d/Catora4.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> the sweater as shown (in cream, coffee and black) as well as ripped jeans and these boots (https://www.shoecity.com/21865-tm_large_default/soda-women-knee-high-riding-boots-two-tone-sam-h.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Friday | 11-01-2019 | late afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Well, was going walkabout in Hogsmeade but was distracted by loud curse words!!<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Hark, who needs a hug??<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Happy-Pharrell Williams (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y6Sxv-sUYtM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Audrey...queen of snarktastic one liners who seems to be in dire need of a drink!</td></tr></tbody></table><hr><br>The instantaneous declaration of <strong>"No! No hugs!"</strong> drew an almost immediate pouting frown to Ora's openly smiling features. Luckily, she had expected as much so the frown was far more farce than truth. This could easily be seen due to the sparkling of bright coppery orbs. "Damn, you trying to ruin all my fun, you know, like a really evil nanny."<br><br>A grin, dimpled and pleased, graced her features before the darker-hued female turned her attention toward the very confused bakery assistant. "No need to call the po-po...um, the Aurors. The snarky one will be leaving your establishment post haste." <br><br>Somewhere in the midst of this, Audrey's comment about how the earlier choices weren't necessarily BAD ones, registered. Ora snarked back; "I was more worried for them!" Then she turned away, wild curls fanning out to practically attack a customer who had gotten too close. "Sorry. Sorry. Didn't see you there!"<br><br>After all, the girl was getting away!<br><br>Ora caught up with her just outside the store, her husky alto tossing out a reminder of her presence. "So, where'd you wanna go? Hogshead or Three Broomsticks? Personally, I'd prefer dingy and cheap to crowded and loud but the first round's on me so you pick the place." Was Ora bothered by the woman's quick retreat? Nah, not a bit of it. The chickie obviously needed decompression or something. Usually, hugs were good for that but alcohol was helpful from time to time. Another smile, sunny and wide. "Plus you never know. If I can get enough alcohol in ya, you might change your mind about the hug. I hear I am absolutely excellent at them."<br><br>A pause as Ora studied the harried young woman before her. "Okay. Lead on. I'll follow...and pretend I am not staring at your ass while you walk. It's a win-win for everyone!" A wink, a dimpled grin, before one slender hand flew up and out in a shooing gesture. "Let's get!"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogsmeade]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>09-05-2019, 16:44:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/9a4c9be187e9d21ab72e5733bfcf0ce1/tumblr_mzrxepDQ3Q1rk5jbto1_250.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Audrey Thorup (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14662805#msg14662805)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fourth | Ravenclaw <br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle born <br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 ½ | Larch | Snallygaster heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same as picture, with these jeans and boots (http://41.media.tumblr.com/ad3db1e562d9349614fed69645ffe80d/tumblr_nta05p7QlQ1uqr45io1_500.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Friday, November 1st, 2019 | Late afternoon <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Wandering around the streets of Hogsmeade<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Let me introduce my bad self<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Mindless Self Indulgence - Futures (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AAl70EpE7uk&amp;list=PLWg78pwGdP1ZCKxGp7KJ_1G3MYVTMnx7W&amp;index=79)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ora | And alcohol. Lots of alcohol.</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Not even the droopiest of frowns could make Audrey feel bad about the limit she had set for Ora. Hugs were a hard pass for her. An absolute no. And those who she did allow to hug her had to be made aware of a safe word. Whenever she uttered it, it was time the hugger to stop hugging. When she implied tha Audrey was just trying to ruin all of her fun, Audrey grinned darkly. <br><br>“That is sort of my life’s mission. And, by the way, evil nanny was my first job.” <br><br>So, it seemed that Ora’s efforts to diffuse the situation were successful. She convinced the baker behind the counter not to call any authority figure and promised to rid the snark master from their establishment. “Are you talking about me?” Audrey joked, her smile a conniving one. But, at least alcohol was incoming. Audrey could be led almost anywhere if alcohol was waiting. She checked that Ora was following, chuckling monotonously at her curls almost giving someone whiplash. What a useful weapon. And hidden in plain sight, too! <br><br>When she reached the chilly breeze outside, it wasn’t long before Ora caught up with her long strides. Audrey had to perk a brow at her offer to pay for the first round. Her gaze narrowed at Ora, clearly skeptical about why she was being so nice. But, she didn’t want to inquire about that particular question until she had a drink in her hand. Just in case. <br><br>“Hogshead is way cheaper.” Audrey announced the fact. It wasn’t that she was concerned about Ora’s money situation. Rather, she was just stating the obvious. “Let’s go there. Besides, I feel more welcome when surrounded by dodgy people in a cloud of smoke.” She beamed eerily, her American accent over embellishing when she used the British slang word. Butchering Brit speak was one of her favorite pastimes. <br><br>On their way to the Hogshead, Ora mentioned hugs again, trying to convince Audrey to bite at the bait. “I’m an angry drunk. So chances are slim.” She gave Ora a bit of a look. It was hard to tell if she was serious, or jesting. But, when Ora continued to follow her, she figured that she hadn’t screwed up this social interaction too badly. Ora shooed her along, mentioning staring at her ass as she went. “You mean this flat thing?” She questioned, spanking her own ass once.<br><br>Audrey chuckled, continuing to lead them along until they reached the Hogshead. She pushed the doors open and inhaled the smoky air as if she had missed the smell. “Ahhh. Here we go.” Leading the way to the bar, she sat down near the end and leaned against it, resting her elbows on the counter while she waited for Ora to fill the spot beside her. <br><br>“Hmmm,” she pondered over the menu on the wall. “What’s the most appropriate drink for pre-gaming dinner…” Audrey trailed off, then waved the bartender over when she decided. “I’d like a fire whiskey.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogsmeade]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfling72</strong> on <strong>10-05-2019, 03:55:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7d/Catora4.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> the sweater as shown (in cream, coffee and black) as well as ripped jeans and these boots (https://www.shoecity.com/21865-tm_large_default/soda-women-knee-high-riding-boots-two-tone-sam-h.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Friday | 11-01-2019 | late afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> From Food to Alcohol AKA Hogshead!<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Snarky snark, random flirtations, FIRE WHISKY!!<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Happy-Pharrell Williams (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y6Sxv-sUYtM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Audrey...queen of snarktastic one liners who seems to be in dire need of a drink!</td></tr></tbody></table><hr><br>This whole thing was very odd but that was just fine with the caramel-hued young woman who seemed to be almost entranced by the snakiness of her chosen companion. In fact, the deadly monotone, probably used to good effect against all right-thinking people everywhere, only added to Ora's inner hilarity. Did this woman honestly think that her dead facial expression mattered when someone was determined to make her think happy thoughts? Ora took a moment to consider this even as she trudged along. <em>'Well, yeah. Probably. She just doesn't know ME, yet.'</em><br><br>Now don't be confused. Ora was not nearly as confident as she seemed. In fact, she was far from it BUT when she saw a person in need of cheering up? She was on it like it was her sacred duty. Of course, she had no proof that Audrey needed anything other than a swift kick to the rear end but it was the thought that counted, right? Right? Fuck it.<br><br>"You do realize I am not British?" Ora waved a hand at her own general appearance. "No need to be all hateful American and murder British words,&nbsp; it's wasted on me." A grin, brilliant and bold. "The Hogshead? Good enough. I like it there. They tend to stare at each other and leave me alone."&nbsp; The young woman sounded bright and chipper, not the least bit put out and with nary a care in the world. It was probably rather annoying. Moreover, she never corrected Audrey's assertion about the state of her booty. No point, right? Ora had the best view going and was not about to test her luck by drawing attention to the fact.<br><br>Minutes later, the pair were embraced by the smoky dimness of the Hogshead and had meandered their way to the bar. Though it was the fairer skinned woman who drew the attention of the barkeep, Ora interrupted simply by speaking over her. "We need a bottle of Ogden's Old and two CLEAN shot glasses." The darker-hued young woman all but growled, completely losing the lightness in tone. "Don't bring me anything less than sparkling,&nbsp; mmkay?" Then, she smiled as sweet as you please and turned her attention back to the woman at her side.<br><br>"So, you're a mean drunk? That's awful. We have really got to work on loosening you up. When was the last time you got off?" Ora paused as the bartender returned, her attention given wholly to the study of the shot glasses that were placed before her, along with the bottle she'd requested. Finding nothing amiss, she drew out a small pouch and pulled out the appropriate amount of galleons before adding a few sickles for a tip. She pushed the whole pile toward the dingy looking man and turned away, all without a by your leave. "Anyway, a couple of good orgasms would cheer you right up, I'm sure." Slim fingers grabbed for the glasses and the bottle. "Come on. Let's find a table."<br><br>Ora didn't wait. Instead, she turned abruptly and headed for a darker corner in an already oppressively dark bar. Once she found a decently hidden spot, she shoved a chair out for her companion before settling herself and opening the bottle. A moment later, two very healthy shots had been poured and one of them was placed before the other young woman. "Here's to getting you tipsy." A crooked little grin. "Bottom's up!
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