Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]
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				Title: <strong>Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>28-01-2019, 19:37:45</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190128/29a98c564979dcde6a705ef468977152.png)<br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus</em></span><br><br><br>(https://www.dailydot.com/wp-content/uploads/1a3/11/pottermore-hogwarts.jpg)<br><br><br>Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is the British wizarding school, which is located in the Highlands of Scotland. Those Latin words that make up the slogan of the school, translate to: 'never tickle a sleeping dragon.' The castle is located in the mountains, close to a loch. Its exact location is unknown, because it was rendered unplottable, which means that it either was removed from maps or is magically invisible. To muggles, the school looks like no more than an abandoned castle in ruins and warnings of danger. Wards are in place to keep them out. <br><br>There are sloping lawns, extensive grounds, courtyards and greenhouses, a whomping willow tree, a loch called the Black Lake - which is home to a giant squid - a dense land of forest called the Forbidden Forest - which is most certainly off limits - a full sized quidditch pitch and several other out buildings. The castle is comprised of a few tall towers - the tallest of which being Gryffindor tower, the Astronomy tower, and the Ravenclaw tower, with moving staircases and rooms that tend to relocate, as well as a Great Hall, where a welcoming ceremony will be held when it is time to welcome the students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang for the Triwizard tournament. <br><br>Howarts has a reputation of being one of the finest wizarding institutions in the magical world. It also notorious for being the location of the Battle of Hogwarts, after which, it regenerated itself completely. Though it used to be that technology would go haywire when on Hogwarts property, advances in magic have allowed for all technological devices to not only be allowed on campus, but to also work. There is a magical enchantment surrounding the castle that keeps technology limited to the wizarding world. No muggles can hack into the magical mainframe, because it is operated by magic. No one can apparate or disapparate onto or from Hogwarts property, unless the Headmaster lifts the enchantment. <br><br>Students are sorted into one of four houses; Slytherin (from founder Salazar Slytherin), Ravenclaw (from founder Rowena Ravenclaw), Hufflepuff (from founder Helga Hufflepuff) or Gryffindor (from founder Godric Gryffindor). Each of the four houses is said to represent a different characteristic of the student who would be accepted inside. Slytherin - ambition; Ravenclaw - wisdom; Hufflepuff - loyalty, Gryffindor - bravery. Because the triwizard tournament is taking place during this school year, the uniforms have changed slightly. Hogwarts students are entirely matching save for the tie that they wear over their white blouse/under shirt. That tie will match the color of their house and is paired with a gray, pleated skirt, or gray trousers. However, the black blazer that they wear will have the Hogwarts crest on it rather than any individual House crest, uniting the school and all of its aspiring champions. <br><br><br>(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/c1/a8/18/c1a81827f9d685f830c30c6ffddec2c9--hogwarts-outfit-hogwarts-uniform.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Student Headers:</span></strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://res.cloudinary.com/teepublic/image/private/s--IkVfisoU--/t_Preview/b_rgb:ffffff,c_limit,f_auto,h_313,q_90,w_313/v1446235579/production/designs/252341_1)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> CHARACTER NAME (http://LINK TO CS)<br><strong>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]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><br>[hr]</code></pre><br><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]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]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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>28-01-2019, 19:49:49</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://images.pottermore.com/bxd3o8b291gf/32JI9Hack8sA2YAMAaI0ai/cdebccec803514dc4dba5c6c508cd267/ForbiddenForest_PM_B1C15M2_NightInTheForbiddenForest_Moment.jpg?w=1200)<br>Forbidden Forest<br><br>(https://images.pottermore.com/bxd3o8b291gf/2Ld88KPB28Y0yEIiko8YMq/6df4b6250a2403ff01f04d1e68f307cb/WhompingWillow_B1C13M2_TheHoodedFigureHogwartsGrounds.jpg?w=1200)<br>Greenhouses and Whomping Willow<br><br>(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/535877970401820675/537637362755174410/image0.jpg)<br>Quidditch Pitch<br><br>(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/a2/HP5-02752.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120110202728)<br>Black Lake<br><br>(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/535877970401820675/537632921583091723/image0.jpg)<br>Great Hall<br><br>(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/FMcYyZmkkkU/maxresdefault.jpg)<br>Kitchens<br><br>(https://cdn.playbuzz.com/cdn/7be6a718-4712-4517-b3e9-dbb4ff4a6b14/914788a5-84f8-49dc-b1cb-a9cb8d7df83f.jpg)<br>Classroom<br><br>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/1e/0d/3f/1e0d3f5e06c42f0f0bb624a8a6481e81.jpg)<br>Infirmary<br><br>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/1c/3e/1c/1c3e1cb1e7379bd0fd66f43526c1d8cd.png)<br>Library<br><br>(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/pottermore/images/7/71/B1C8M1.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120607154845)<br>Stairs<br><br>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f3/b9/b6/f3b9b67a4fdb9e96ac0b17bebb4cf3e3.jpg)<br>Corridors and Hallways<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>28-01-2019, 20:20:41</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190128/61912ded2d04d7fc9701dbc1c99584a5.png)<br><br><br>(https://i2-prod.dailyrecord.co.uk/incoming/article9117049.ece/ALTERNATES/s615/JS102454484.jpg)<br><br><br><strong>Weather in the Highlands of Scotland in September:</strong> In the autumn, Scotland is experiences temps ranging from 8°C (46°F) to 14°C (57°F) between September to November. The colours of autumn are vibrant as trees change from bright reds to warm oranges and crisp yellows. It's the perfect time of year to explore the beauty of autumn's foliage and snap some photographs. A subtle chill starts to work through the air by this month, meaning that layers are important to remember. <br><br><strong>Important Dates this Month:</strong> The first day of school is Monday, 2nd, September, 2019. Students arrive after taking the Hogwarts Express, unless other accommodations were made.<br><br><strong>In Game Information about this Month:</strong> During this month, Hogwarts students are not allowed to visit Hogsmeade. The entire month is open and available for RP. <br><br><br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ec/Yellow_Sept.png)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>29-01-2019, 07:21:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UDp2UYu.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Orick Phixyll<br><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong> Headmaster for Hogwarts<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half Blood <br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 7/8 inch | Cedar | Unicorn Hair | Very Flexible<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> The dapper suit and jacket in his photo<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Grand Hall <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Why so serious?<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><br><hr><br><br>“My fellow witches and wizards, welcome.” Orick Phixyll stood with his hands folded neatly at the flat of his back, speaking with a sonorous, smokey voice. His stern and angular face, deeply creased with wrinkles, remained still as stone while his steely gray eyes peered slowly across the collected students all settled at their house tables. The four long rows stretched all the way to the back wall, somehow fitting every rump without sacrificing any elbow room. Dishes and goblets were set, while the traditional candles floated high over head to cast the room in a warm glow. Everything seemed quite familiar, with the exception of house banners replaced with the crest of Hogwarts itself. Those who noticed and payed attention to the Ministry shifted and murmured with excitement when they had first arrived. But all chatter was quickly silenced when their headmaster spoke. “Welcome back to what I confidently assume will be another thoroughly riveting year at Hogwarts. And, for you first years, I personally welcome you to your first steps into a world of adventure, mystery, and magic.”<br><br>Two sharp claps of his hands echoed like thunder, and with some surprised gasps from the collected students, the ceiling above their heads changed. No longer did it reflect the cloudy and wet fall evening being mirrored from outside, but split into two new skies; the snowy, frigid landscape of Durmstrang and the milder and clear night sky of Beauxbaton academy.<br><br>Now there were more gasps, a few squeals, and perhaps the least surprising of all, looks of object horror as the name <em>Cedric Diggory</em> floated around in whispers. Orick allowed a few moments of excited chattering to continue before silencing the hall with the power of his deep voice. “As some of you well know, it has been decided by the Ministry of Magic to reinstate the Triwizard Tournament. <em>This</em>” he said sharply, “is not a contest to be taken lightly. Students have died tragically in these tournaments and while every precaution and safety measure will be taken into account, it is not a decision to be made on a whim.”<br><br>He paused to give a sharp look at some of those students known to be a little <em>relaxed</em> on rules and authority. He was just as concerned with their safety as he was with the rest of the school and wouldn’t allow any foolishness. He had been young and foolish once, he knew all about bravado and the youthful assumption of immortality. “Those of proper age will have a month to consider entry. Consider thoughtfully. Consider wisely. For yes, if you retrieve the cup your name will echo in glory throughout history. But remember, danger follows closely at the heels of victory, snapping like ravenous wolves starving for a meal.”<br><br>Silence stretched, almost uncomfortably intense, before his wrinkled face unfolded into the wide, friendly stretch of a sincere smile. “And, speaking of meals. Perhaps it is time to move onto the part we have all been waiting for. You will be informed more about these trials in a few weeks. Talk among yourselves, greet your dearly missed friends. But, most importantly of all… Feast!”<br><br>With that, all the serving platters on all of the tables filled with delightful creations, promising to satisfy even the pickiest of eaters. Orick himself returned to his seat at the head of the table and took a healthy drink from his goblet. All of the seriousness had melted from his face, replaced, now, instead, with hunger and longing as he reached for a drumstick and began to fill up his plate. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Roni</strong> on <strong>29-01-2019, 17:24:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/23/8e/24/238e24c846b1c74fb4fd0f9d02b0fb18.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> Samantha Étoile de la Roche (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14655518#msg14655518)<br><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong> Mediwitch under Matron Evans<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-Blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11 inches, Pliable | Cedar | Unicorn Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> As pictured, with grey ankle boots (https://m.media-amazon.com/images/I/61Cb2fg+2TL._SR500,500_.jpg).<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 2, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Welcome Feast<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> The Amoroso from Prokofiev's Cinderella (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DPvNDfSnvbU)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open | Mentioning Headmaster Phixyll and Matron Evans</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Samantha had watched the sorting with the bald fascination of a tourist, which, in fact, she was despite the fact that she was staff. With her elbow propped on the long staff table and her chin resting in her hand, she had stared, utterly riveted, as Godric Gryffindor's tattered, old hat sang and rhymed and carefully placed each new student in one of the iconic Hogwarts Houses. The Sorting Hat was legendary in the wizarding world, after all, and not many foreigners had the opportunity to watch the charmed object in action. Matron Evans may have sniffed at her slightly for the elbow on the table, but Sam was far too enthralled to have heard the small noise of British discontent.<br><br>When the sorting was complete and Headmaster Phixyll stood to greet the students, the blonde mediwitch sat up straighter, paying attention. She watched the excited faces of the students as the Triwizard Tournament was officially announced to the school. Her lips pursed just a touch, brows drawing ever so slightly together. Thankfully Headmaster Phixyll gave the event the gravitas it was due, cautioning the students to think hard about entering into the tournament. Serious blue eyes glanced over the student body once more, cataloging the possible injuries she might have to treat over the course of the year.<br><br>Looking down at the plate in front of her, Sam cringed slightly as she realized how many names she would have to attempt learning. Ah well. It was really no different than working in the hospital. There, names in beds could change daily. Charts were always available to look at to help recall names, and if she had to ask, she had to ask. No harm, no foul, so long as the students received the proper care.<br><br>The mood lightened as the feast appeared on the platters along the tables. On her own plate, appeared pain au chocolat with a lit candle piercing the flaky pastry. The 29 year old smiled, grateful for the House Elves and their thoughtfulness. Briefly closing her eyes, she made a wish before blowing out the candle...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>29-01-2019, 18:51:43</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> Loveday Marley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14656426#msg14656426)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff, 4th <br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> LENGTH | Poplar with Thunderbird Feather core, 12"<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Hogwarts Skirt Uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 2, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Welcome Feast<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open to Hufflepuff or anyone who happens to be nearby <br></td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>"Bout time I'm bleedin' clammin." Loveday said as she dug into the food in front of her. Coming back from her mandatory muggle life in Newcastle over the break she missed a lot of things about Hogwarts, but the food was always what made her feel like she was back home again. She picked up a chicken wing and gnawed the meat off of it like a starving wolf, tossing the bones back down and wiping her fingers off as she picked up a bread roll.<br><br>"S'matta Loveday? Not excited for the tournament?" A mate in her class asked with the sort of innocent tone that made it clear she knew this was poking a button.<br><br>"Why aye." Loveday scowled. Her Geordie accent had softened considerably in her years at Hogwarts, most notably due to how often it had interfered with spellcasting, but she still carried it loud and proud and sometimes incomprehensibly. "No quidditch all year, right?" she started counting off on her fingers the reasons, "Buncha prats from the mainland we gotta put up with," Loveday had a habit of assuming everyone she hadn't met yet was a prat. Life typically backed her up on this point. "All this nonsense an' all and in the end you know some Gryffindor workyticket's just gonna cheat their way in again." <br><br>There were a few good natured chuckles that provoked Loveday to scowling all the harder. "What? Don't you all know that's what happened last time. Most proper gadgie ever come out of this place won it fair and square and some prat twocked it from him. Shouldn't have even been there but they let it go cuz of what house he come from." A nod towards the red and gold wasn't really needed. "Anyway, Cedric got the dunchin' that wonder boy should've got and everyone's supposed to say what a hero he is for it. And now that hinnie of us up in government wants us to do it again?" Loveday shook her head. "You know." She said taking another bite of the roll and not bothering to avoid talking with her mouth full, "Only difference between Gryffindor and Slythern?" There was a pause, a few of her friends grinned, knowing just where she was going with this, "They'll both stab you in the back, spit in your face, take everything you've got and laugh about it, only thing is the Gryffindor will go around tellin' everyone what a bloody hero they were after and get a medal for it." <br><br>She glared back up at the headmaster's table, before turning her attention to another piece of fried chicken.<br><br>"Well." She said, trying to give herself some good news. "Maybe one of our "guests" will want to play a "friendly game" like and I can give Doc Evans somethin' to do this year after all. What?" She said with a grin, "Doc'll get hacky lazy without all the business I send her way." Fond memories of breaking opposing seeker's bones at least finally brought a smile to Loveday's face. The thought of adding a few people from other schools to that list even made it grow and Loveday actually seemed happy for a moment. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>29-01-2019, 19:06:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/4SB3CZz.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Curtis "Curt" Roark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14654145#msg14654145)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff 7th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle Born<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10'', Dogwood, Unicorn Hair, very stiff and straight (https://pm1.narvii.com/6506/c464ab22ecb450fbb6fea0aab93986aa74e2fa00_hq.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Makeup: Avatar (his signature look). Clothes: Let's turn up the juice and see what shakes loose! (https://i.imgur.com/nAUeKzz.png). Hogwarts School Jacket (unbuttoned). Black skinny jeans, and black combat boots.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 1 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Grand Hall | Hufflepuff Table<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Feeling some kind of moody.<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Dressed to Kill - Sharon Needles (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xTxExF-9N6I)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Loveday, OPEN | Mentioning: Derek and Dior Darley</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Coming back to Hogwarts was usually a highlight for his year. He always liked seeing everyone after the summer break, even if some of them didn't care about seeing him. Despite the way he presented himself, he was a social butterfly. He loved talking to people and meeting new people. He liked giving the first years a few little gasps and watching some of the people who knew him roll their eyes. It was fun for him. It was part of who he was. But it was a little bittersweet this year. His summer hadn't gone well and had ended terribly. It left him with a sour feeling in his stomach and even half debating not coming at all. He could have stayed home and avoided it, but here he was and he had to tough it out. Curt just kept telling himself that it would pass and he'd feel like himself again in no time. He still hadn't decided how to explain to Derek why he'd ghosted him pretty much all summer and he wasn't sure he could face Dior yet.<br><br>It was easy to refocus on the world around him as Phixyll started his welcome speech and clapped. Curt jerked his head up like several others and watched the ceiling change. Having not been a part of the wizarding world most of his life and not being all that keen on history, Curt didn't catch on right away. He heard someone mutter the name Cedric Diggory and had to think for a moment on why it sounded familiar. It didn't click until he heard the worlds <em>"Triwizard Tournament"</em>. He shook his head a little, "Fuck me..." he muttered softly.<br><br>Curt had attended muggle schooling in his youth. All he could think about was physical education class and that left a bad taste in his mouth. Still, from what he remembered learning about it in classes over the years, it was sort of an extreme thing. Curt was all about taking things to the extreme. He had to wonder how he would fair in something like that. Doing things that could potentially cause death were generally within his comfort zone to begin with. It would be a nice distraction from some of his current unsavory thoughts too. Curt managed to surprise himself as he started thinking about how to talk himself into it. It wasn't the thought of winning that actually interested him after all. Surviving was more interesting.<br><br>No more thinking on that though. Food. Curt hadn't ate all day and he needed to put something in his stomach. Everyone else seemed to be feeling similar as people started talking and eating fast. Loveday's voice rang out clear and he smirked, "Tell us how you really feel, Loveday," he snickered as she went off on her little rant.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>29-01-2019, 19:20:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/34/Nemesis11.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> NEMESIS TEMPEST (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14661387#msg14661387)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Third Year / Ravenclaw<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> HALFBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 1/3" hawthorn with Unicorn hair core – flexible and curved<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> UNIFORM<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> delighted to be back and away from the evil step thingys<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> open to Ravenclaw - more importantly any 3rd year Ravenclaws or ... 3rd years</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>The weather from Yorkshire to Scotland didn’t differ very much, except it did rain possibly in Yorkshire a little bit more and the cold of Scotland got into a person’s very bones but this never bothered Nemesis. Not from the very first day that she had begun attending Hogwarts. She loved this time of year; it was like someone had gone outside and used a magic paintbrush to decorate the place. Every tree was a range of greens, browns, reds and yellows; grass looked bare but the heather was still blooming its purple and yellow shades. As her friends had chatted away on the express, she had replied in kind but took note of the array of hues before her – etching them into her memory because the first month at Hogwarts was really the first month at Hogwarts. No Hogsmeade, no nothing! Not that it ever bothered her really, she was patient enough to wait to hit the local with her friends.<br><br>She had entered the Great Hall with all the enthusiasm of someone not in the least bit bowled over by the experience and yet, every time she walked in through those doors a fullness washed over her as if she were home. As far as she was concerned this may as well be that, she hated sharing a house with her stepmother and '<em>The Donna'</em> girl that she was supposed to accept as her sister. Well, she had never had a sister and having a step anything was straight out of a horror story in her view.<br><br>Smiling with her friends and chatting amicably they moved to their table, at least where their table usually was but now there were no house banners, just Hogwarts ones. They looked at one another questioningly, when a boy leaned closer and whispered <em>‘tell me you heard!’</em><br><br>Nemesis gave him a scathing look, what was he on about?<br><strong>“Heard what?”</strong> she asked and the boy squeezing himself between her and her friends began to relate to him what he had overheard his father talking to his mother about, the Triwizard tournament was to be held again this year. Nemesis felt her insides tighten, was the school completely bonkers! Sure, if you had a death wish – go ahead and sign your name up to die all for the prestige of a fancy cup. She scoffed at the boy and ignoring him thereafter moved to sit at the bench with her friends. He stood and watched for a moment, wondering if he would be invited to sit with them but when no one even glanced his way again, he moved along down to where a few second years sat.<br><br>They whispered amongst themselves for a while before, the Headmaster stood up to speak. Nemesis leaned a little forward, her gaze shifting a fraction to where the Hufflepuff table was and sure enough with her big pouty mouth looking all fabulous and fascinated sat ‘<em>The Donna</em>’. Rolling her eyes, Nemesis looked towards Professor Phixyll, he welcomed all as he usually did then clapped loudly. She swivelled her head upwards when she saw others doing so and watched as the ceiling changed, splitting itself in two to show two very different skies. She knew from what the boy had said that this obviously meant the two schools coming to them for the tournament. The headmaster was talking again and Nemesis shushed those nearby so she could hear him better, some people obviously got excited over a raindrop.<br><br>She figured the age for entry was seventeen, wasn’t that what it had been before when that Hufflepuff died … was killed! Something made her glance over at the table again to ‘<em>The Donna’</em> and a smirk creased her face. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if her silly stepsister entered the tournament, got picked and had something nasty happen to her?! Her smirk grew positively glorious and Nemesis was suddenly very amiable indeed to those about her as they were called upon to enjoy the feast.<br><br><strong>“So, please tell me none of you are stupid enough to put your name forward!”</strong> it certainly wasn’t a question and as she helped herself to some of the food, a plan began to form for how she would get her snooty stepsister<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>29-01-2019, 23:33:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/9c/06/82/9c068228aa3266123dae6792efa9da15.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Quinn Ogden (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14654292#msg14654292)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor 2nd Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half Blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11.5'' | Beech Wood | Rougarou Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Absolute fashion. (http://s15.radikal.ru/i188/1108/2a/4ff0bbf9e9ee.jpg) Plus that awful girls cut uniform jacket.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Grand Hall | Gryffindor Table<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong><br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Pose - Naomi Smalls (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FLgcmd8-bK8)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> OPEN</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>The whole hall was a twitter with excitement and fear. Quinn felt rather indifferent about the news of the tournament itself. They wouldn't be participating. Whether they were of age or not, it wasn't their sort of thing. Quinn would rather watch. It was sad to hear about the lack of Quidditch. They actually enjoyed watching sports. It was something they were physically able to do, so they respected and supported those that could. Last year, Quinn very much came to enjoy watching the Hufflepuff player, Loveday. The woman was very enthusiastic. It was like themself in fashion, but for Quidditch. Not that they had got the chance to actually converse with Loveday yet. It would be interesting to see how people got hyped up at each of the challenges. <br><br>There was also the chance to meet other witches and wizards that they might not have got the chance to meet. There was a good chance that a large portion people who graduated ended up staying in their respective country and not getting to travel. Quinn refused to be one of those and saw this as a good chance to expand their network. What sort of student from Durmstrang could they meet that could potentially lead to a good career later on? What kind of professor from Beauxbaton might find them interesting enough to write some kind of recommendation for them in the future? Quinn saw this as an opportunity.<br><br>All around, they could hear people asking friends if they would be trying to get in to the tournament. Some were asking if any of their housemates were stupid enough to do it. Some seems outright ready to go for it. Loveday's voice carried over and they snickered a little about as they loaded their plate up with nothing but bread and any other carb they could see. They would regret it tomorrow, but that was a problem for tomorrow Quinn. Tonight, they wanted to gorge themself and have fun.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Luciferia</strong> on <strong>30-01-2019, 08:23:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/HzWsD53.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Dior Darley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658800#msg14658800)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>YEAR:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Slytherin | 6th Year</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Pureblood</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>12” | Red Oak | Rougarou Hair | Surprisingly Supple (https://i.imgur.com/jAdaS0i.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Black Dress Robes, As Pictured | Emerald Green Heels (https://i.imgur.com/UCnODJc.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>September 2nd, 2019 | Evening</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Hogwarts Great Hall | Slytherin Table</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Waiting, Listening, Glaring</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Ain't gon' feed you, I'mma let you starve (https://youtu.be/H1Yt0xJKDY8)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Rex Steele | All Slytherins | Open</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MENTIONING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Derek Darley | Curt Roark</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>With eyes the color of salted olives, Dior Darley appraised the student body with a bored expression as she entered the Great Hall. The murmur of gossip was rich in the air and she eyed the faces in front of her as she clicked across the pristine marble floor, weaving through several rows of tables, each one filled with losers she hadn’t bothered to learn the names of, with an unmistakably dismissive air that only a spoiled brat could muster.&nbsp; <br><br>Her shoulders, slim and birdlike, were pulled back and she stepped with a swagger that suggested she was accustomed to success. Diminutive as she was, Dior moved with a commanding presence that <em>knew</em> when eyes were following her, and relished in the spotlight.&nbsp; Overhead candlelight glowed warmly off her flaxen hair, which was worn long this evening, pinned artfully and yet casually over her shoulder. Her black dress robes were sleek, made of rich fabric that hugged her slim body with only a splash of gold at the belt.<br><br>After walking along a set path to get to her desired location, Dior snootily took a seat at the table she and her Slytherin friends had claimed years ago. It was currently empty but would soon fill. Despite the fact that Hogwarts had undergone something of a renaissance in regard to tradition -- opting to hang the <em>school</em> banner instead of the individual house colors, for example -- Dior was keen to represent Slytherin. Though during school she wore her uniform as instructed with the emerald green tie, Dior found many ways to sport her house: not out of misguided attempts at sportsmanship, but rather, to ensure that if <em>she</em> was on a team, then it would be a <em>winning</em> team.<br><br>To demonstrate her serpentine pride, she had elected to wear a pair of magnificently green heels as well as a large emerald ring (https://i.imgur.com/H5YaICB.png) on her index. <br><br>They could never take the snake out of the girl.<br><br>Curious as to his whereabouts, Dior scanned the room for any sign of her twin, Derek, but the search yielded nothing. Thus, she listened to Headmaster Phixyll’s speech without providing the snarky commentary she usually provided to her listeners. Instead, she mulled over the possibility of the Triwizard Tournament to gage her level of interest. Fame was certainly a worthy ambition, as was the prestige that would come from winning such a competition...and she had an ace up her sleeve -- her twin, whose dedication to his studies far outshined her own. <br><br>Looking around the Great Hall for Derek once more, Dior’s questing gaze accidentally fell and momentarily locked onto another pair of eyes from across the room -- Curtis Roark. <br><br>On instinct, Dior scowled, though there was a part of her that was pleased that no one was around to witness just how quickly she turned her head from him once their eyes met. Dior Darley wasn’t afraid of anyone of course, least of all some knob like Curt, but immediately after looking away she couldn’t help but steal a second glance. <br><br>Her scowl flashed darker.<br><br><em>Whinging with Loveday-the-Loudmouth, how chummy. I’m sure you’re both making enlightening contributions to conversation.</em> <br><br>If he would have kept his circus tent of a personality the hell <em>away</em> from her then he wouldn’t have gotten hurt.<br><br>After all, it wasn’t <em>Dior</em>’s fault that the mutant was in love with her, was it?<br><br><em>Where the hell is Rex when you need him?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>30-01-2019, 18:02:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.vanityfair.com/photos/5884e18f9a46ec0e311bfdf6/master/w_768,c_limit/sundance-2017-aubrey-plaza.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Audrey Thorup (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14662805#msg14662805)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fourth | Ravenclaw <br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle born <br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 ½ | Larch | Snallygaster heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Ravenclaw uniform (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/53/e9/47/53e947cfa3e486f27561656454291927.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September 2019 | Evening <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall | Ravenclaw table<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Bitches love me<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Mindless Self Indulgence - Bitches (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_lZjm5YQmw)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dior | Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Sitting at the Ravenclaw table, Audrey rested her hands in her lap, folding one long, stocking clad leg over the other. She watched Headmaster Phixyll with bored eyes, her chin held up by her palm, lest it teeter over and her face collide with the table. Her gaze was half lidded, not a single muscle on her face working. Resting bitch face was one of the many things Audrey was known for. Some people confused it for a death stare, the likes of which made it seem as if she could cause someone to catch fire at any moment. <br><br>The ceiling changed, making her perk an eyebrow and glance upward with her judgemental, chestnut gaze. One side of the ceiling was reserved for the south of France, where Beauxbatons was located, and the other side was made up of the mysterious Scandinavian region where Durmstrang was located. The rumors were put to rest then, when Headmaster Phixyll announced officially that they would be hosting the Triwizard Tournament this year, and in time for the 25th anniversary. <br><br>It had been 25 years since Cedric Diggory died after the third and final trial. What better way to commemorate his death, than by rallying up a bunch of new recruits to risk their lives? Honestly, it was like the fucking Hunger Games around here. She licked her lips and leaned back against her bench seat, glancing around at some of the others at her table and beyond, as whispers circulated and escalated. She pretended to talk to someone near her, who just eyed her like she was crazy. Audrey winked at them, then flipped them the bird when they turned around again. <br><br>When it was finally time for the feast to begin, two thunderous claps by the Headmaster launched food onto everyone’s plate and Audrey appreciatively picked up a piece of bread, then tore into it like a lion might tear into a gazelle. From across the room, she caught the nearly lifeless stare of Dior - a friend who she loved to hate - a person whose terrible was not only unavoidable, it was also contagious. While still holding onto her butter roll, she waved to Dior with just a curl of her pinky and a snarky smirk. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>30-01-2019, 23:53:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/c/c3/154884595671951051.jpeg/836px-154884595671951051.jpeg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Rex Steele (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14656421#msg14656421)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>YEAR:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Slytherin | 6th Year</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Pureblood</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>9” | Cedar | Dragon Heartstring | Unyielding (https://i.etsystatic.com/15750233/r/il/825775/1361751958/il_1140xN.1361751958_e3cj.jpg)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Black Suit, As Pictured | Rainbow Corgi Boxers (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61p4QhTJNbL._SX385_.jpg)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>September 2nd, 2019 | Evening</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Hogwarts Great Hall | Slytherin Table</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Food</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>How long must you wait for it? Oh, for it (https://youtu.be/x9FGn-K2Frg)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Dior Darley | All Slytherins</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MENTIONING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td> - - </td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>Entering the Great Hall, Rex Steele's apprehension went great heights. His spine went rigid. There were many more than ten people, which cowed him into closing his mouth and lowering his eyes. Too many faces. Too many hands and wands. Hands resting in pockets, one touching his wand, he strode down to the Slytherin table. There were some who he liked, he looked at those, but mostly the rest were sneering at him. Of course, the younger ones he expected to be antagonizing but there were those who entered university level with him, still tightly holding their grudge. <em>St-st-stuttering Steele</em> they mouthed to one another. His lips kept shut. He wasted no time sitting next to Dior Darley, rushing to secure that seat before a Chanel could, and looked at her peeved eyes. Someone or something pissed her off again. He gave her black robe with the golden splash belt, emerald hunk of a ring on her hand, and wildly emerald heels one sweeping look of pleasure and smirked.<br><br>"You look more magnificent every year. You've been s-sh-," Rex stammered lowly, plagued with eyes staring at his back. "Shopping."<br><br>He would listen to everything she said, nodding. Of course she went shopping. It was common small talk he felt comfortable enough to utter in such a crowded hall. He glanced down and fiddled with his tie because <em>it looked wrong.</em> Rex made the golden stripes more gradient, taking on the appearance of sliding right continually. There. He smoothed it over with a thumb. Perfect. It looked just right for the moment and he would look less of a mismatch to the glamorous and ever-rich Dior. The candles glowing overhead were at least calming. <br><br>Sometimes, his stormy blue eyes braved glances around the tables for handsome graduated men who would like a kiss or more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>31-01-2019, 00:04:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ywYzqkz.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><br><strong>NAME:</strong> &nbsp;Addison Snow (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14660328#msg14660328)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff, 7th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11 ¼ inches / Dogwood / White River Monster Spine / Surprisingly Swishy and Flexible (https://i.imgur.com/ZLtC9NW.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> School uniform with a hidden ferret inside the jacket.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2nd September, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Great Hall, Hogwarts<br><strong>MUSIC:</strong> <a href="#user_httpswwwyoutubecomwatchvXlklaJrbkampindexamplistPLswfjkEBURncnToUhLBRZCjCJO">Soul Coughing - Supper Bon Bon</a><br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Just arrives, time to feast!<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Curt, Loveday, Hufflepuff table</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>One last year, one last hurrah. Addison would have been quite happy for a ‘normal’ school year, but if she were to be honest this announcement didn’t come as a big surprise. That might have been due to the way both of her parents had been acting late during the summer, more persistent than ever about keeping sharp with her studies, critical about every choice and decision she made. Her trip to Romania to volunteer with the research of dragons had been canceled in an attempt to appease their efforts and show that hers were genuine… but that hadn’t gone over as well as she had hoped. She started counting down her days to Hogwarts not out of pure excitement, but out of a desperate need to be away from them. <em>One more year,</em> she had told herself. <em>One more year and then things will move forward.</em> Whatever direction that may ultimately be.<br><br>However, when her time at Hogwarts finally did arrive, she felt no elation as she climbed onto the train, feeling polluted instead by a dark cloud she just couldn’t shake. It was good to see her friends again; that certainly helped. It was good to be in her usual rooms with her usual bed, and even pulling on the uniform was a comfort. But when the new headmaster announced the Tourney she winced, everything clicking into place.<br><br>Well… it was all quite foolish. Looking at the staff, it seemed there were mixed feelings about the matter among them as well. Glory? Pride? She sincerely hoped that whoever entered the competition took Phixyll’s words to heart and question not only their motive, but their skill. Arrogance would only bring failure and tragedy was a reoccurring theme with these 'games'.<br><br>But that was enough, wasn't it? Addison was determined to get away from that lingering pollution of pressure and expectation and found a way to escape the moment she spotted her friend just a short length down the table. She climbed to her feet and hurried to take the seat next to Curt as soon as it was vacant and then started serving up her plate. Fez immediately stuck his head out of the inside lining of her jacket where he had been sleeping, little grabby hands straining for a piece of chicken she was cutting up on her plate. "What use is glory if your dead?" She scooped some vegetables on her plate, ignoring Fez's little squeak of protest as he activated his noodle mode and started to pool out of her jacket pocket. Her opposite hand scooped him up before he could grab the edge of his plate to bring it to his sharp little mouth. The ferret growled, but knew better than to bite. "Tempting the youth with riches and glory is sick and twisted enough as it is. There are a lot of unfortunate people out there, struggling to get through the year. They're dangling a poisoned carrot."<br><br>Her accent was particularly thick when she was grumpy. The Icelandic woman shoved her pet back into his spot and gave him a piece of chicken before he launched himself at Curt or Loveday's plate.<br><br>Finally, she flashed a toothy grin at Loveday as she poured her drink. "Shall we start a bet now? I believe we started the tally late last year. I think we 'aught to count bones, rather than bodies, because you did a number on that Phillips guy last year. Oh! It was <em>beautiful</em>!" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>31-01-2019, 01:17:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/56a22edf206c87b07ee5944109cf7e84/tumblr_oi4kldZljp1uppo2zo1_500.gif)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Rhys Morahan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14664047#msg14664047)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor, 6th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 inches, Chestnut, Dragon heartstring, Flexible<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Gryffindor uniform (https://www.costumekingdom.com/images/product/medium/adult-gryffindor-student-harry-potter-costume.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September 2019, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> fff<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Florence + The Machine - Dog Days Are Over (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iWOyfLBYtuU)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gryffindors, Loveday Marley, Curtis Roark, Dior Darley, Open<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> Orick Phixyll</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Since Rhys couldn't wear his usual snapback, he put his hood on his head and headed inside the Great Hall. He sat with his mates at the Gryffindor table, most of whom were in the Quidditch team. They chit chatted and laughed at some jokes until Headmaster Phixyll went on to the lectern and started his welcoming speech. They watched him in silence, as did the rest of the student body and staff. <br><br><em>"As some of you will know, it has been decided by the Ministry of Magic to reinstate the Triwizard Tournament."</em><br><br>Rhys cheered loudly, slamming a fist on the table, not caring at all if it bothered anyone near him. "Woohoo!" he shouted enthusiastically. <br><br><em>"This is not a contest to be taken lightly. Students have died tragically in these tournaments and while every precaution and safety measure will be taken into account, it is not a decision to be made on a whim."</em><br><br>"Oh I'm getting in and winning this shit, fam," Rhys announced to Gryffindor table, before looking back at Phixyll, who appeared to be looking his way. <em>That's right ya old bastard, look at the future champion,</em> Rhys thought with a cheeky grin. <br><br>As Hogwarts' headmaster finished his speech and the feast began, Rhys eagerly filled his plate, exchanging summer stories with some of his mates in the Gryffindor Quidditch team, before hearing an unpleasant remark from the table next to them, Hufflepuff's. He stared at Loveday, raising an eyebrow. <br><br><em>"Only difference between Gryffindor and Slytherin? They'll both stab you in the back, spit in your face, take everything you've got and laugh about it, only thing is the Gryffindor will go around tellin' everyone what a bloody hero they were after and get a medal for it."</em><br><br>Rhys stood up from his seat, swallowing the remaining of the food that he was chewing in his mouth. His eyes spotted Curtis Roark at the Hufflepuff table who had apparently overheard Loveday's statement as well, asking the Hufflepuff lass how she really felt. The man was a circus freak to Rhys, a proper weirdo. He preferred not to pay him too much attention and intervened instead. <br><br>"Take the L, ya Hufflepussies. You're trying to rewrite history or something? Don't make me laugh, blud. You lot are just mad the only time you ever had some relevancy got taken away by that twat Voldemort," Rhys announced loudly so they would hear him, before laughing at them. <br><br>As he was standing up, his eyes moved across the tables all the way to Slytherin's, where he saw Hogwarts' Queen, Dior. He looked her way and when he got her attention, he flipped off his hood and squeezed his lips together like he was blowing a kiss at her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>31-01-2019, 06:24:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.tumblr.com/db11bb979b4135e1c916f67e04c31e3f/poodvww/BP2odmrme/tumblr_static_94girahss4kkwc4cwwocc4cc4.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Derek Darley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14655389#msg14655389)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw 6th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 13 Inches | English Oak | Wampus Cat Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Gray Slacks, Ravenclaw Tie, Messy slightly untucked white button up, unbuttoned jacket. <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2nd September, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall, Hogwarts<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Awkward chatting, arriving late, trying to avoid being yelled at<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> N/A<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dior, Audrey, Curt (M), Rex (M)</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>The man was never known for being punctual. In fact, it's not like he even slept in past his alarms today. He had somehow misplaced the new uniform and had completely forgotten exactly what he was supposed to wear. The man was completely useless when it came to matters of clothing or remembering uniforms for fashion. The old robes uniform of the previous year gave him room to hide the untidy chaos that also resembled his mind. An un-tucked shirt in the back, a few stains here and there from potion brewing late at night. But these new outfits... he couldn't even get the color combination right. This what his sister was good at, not him.<br><br><em>Was it a black jacket and a tie to match the house. Or was it a black tie and a jacket to match the house? This is a bunch of bollocks!</em><br><br>He never did well under stress. Derek Darley ransacked the room until he finally reasoned that Hogwarts would look rather ridiculous if everyone had on different colored jackets. Eventually, he came to reason with himself. Which is how he finally came strutting down the stairs in his fancy shoes that tapped on the stone floor. Dressed in slightly wrinkled pants, a Ravenclaw purple tie, and a shirt that he was frantically tucking into his trousers while hastily dashing to the Ravenclaw table. All the while flattening the messy brown tassels of hair to the side of his head. It was almost like he had decided to dress himself while walking to the Great Hall. <br><br>A smirk was on the side of his face as he took in a deep breath of the delicious smells. His stomach grumbled and his mouth watered, but not even his hunger could mask the excitement he had to see his friends again. First, he would need to look out for his sister Dior, but the clever woman always found him first. He could feel a burning hot laser glare of his twin sister Dior's eyes hitting them like a bullet on the side of his head. Maybe it was the twin connection, but he almost certainly knew where she was at like a second sense. His eyes blinked and then his head turned to her. He smiled and he nodded his head upward to greet her from afar. Shrugging his shoulders from afar to indicate that he lost track of time. A quick wink came afterward, but who knew what that could have meant with smug smile on his face. <br><br>Familiar faces continued to appear throughout the crowd. Curt couldn't be missed with his 'fucking rad' attire (as he enjoyed saying). Derek was feeling pumped, as he couldn't wait to get up to some fun with his stunts. Then Dior's attractive friend Rex looked like he was chatting with her. Derek took a long sigh, hoping the man wasn't inflating her ego, because Derek didn't think Dior didn't need any more of that.<br><br>However, the man knew his place and that was at the Ravenclaw table with others who were just as interested to dive into the wonders of... <br><br><em>Fuck</em>, Derek thought to himself as he realized something. He missed the announcement. This year was going to be a continuing uphill battle, and Derek's smirk finally fell off his face and hit the ground, along with his now slouching shoulders. Slipping his hand behind his head to scratch his chestnut colored hair, before catching eyes with that pretty Ravenclaw girl with wide eyes, staring eyes, brown hair, and such pretty features. The one and only Audrey Thorup. He liked her, and often tried to approach her to build a common ground. Maybe he'd work up the courage to ask her out in a way she'd know Derek wasn't trying to be sarcastic like she was so good at. It was proving harder than he would have liked, but Derek did have an attraction to challenging women. <br><br>"Hey Audrey," Derek said swinging one leg over the bench to take a seat beside her. Politely pushing aside the person sitting beside her to make room. He leaned over and reached out to grab a small hand pie filled with meat and other vegetables. His stomach growled again, knowing that he hadn't eaten since this morning. He took a bite into it, crumbs falling on the silver platter beneath him, and he nodded his head. "That hat you posted was bloody brilliant," he began to say after his bite disappeared form his mouth, but crumbs remained on the side of his cheek. Rather awkwardly in his delivery, but he brushed it aside with the same grin on the right side of his chin. A small dimple appeared, making his charm seem boyish. "Why didn't you wear it to the feast? Afraid to catch some unwanted attention from Phixyll? Or... someone else that you're currently seeing?" <br><br>Derek may as well brought out his fishing jacket and tackle box with comments like that. It was a small tease, but Derek continued on eating his hand pie, anticipating if Audrey would actually be kind to him today or not. He could never read her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>31-01-2019, 18:34:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.vanityfair.com/photos/5884e18f9a46ec0e311bfdf6/master/w_768,c_limit/sundance-2017-aubrey-plaza.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Audrey Thorup (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14662805#msg14662805)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fourth | Ravenclaw <br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle born <br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 ½ | Larch | Snallygaster heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Ravenclaw uniform (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/53/e9/47/53e947cfa3e486f27561656454291927.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September 2019 | Evening <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall | Ravenclaw table<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Bitches love me<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Mindless Self Indulgence - Bitches (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_lZjm5YQmw)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Derek | Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.gifer.com/3ZQ5.gif)</div>Despite the commotion filling every corner of the Great Hall, Audrey still noticed, as she placed her bread down and took a chugging drink of pumpkin juice, that someone was joining the festivities a little late. Derek Darley - Dior’s twin brother - was known for not being the most punctual. He, in typical fashion, came in with his head down, trying to be invisible, a mess of wrinkles and disheveled curls. <br><br>He was unkempt and maybe a little messy, but that only added to his appeal, for Audrey. She may have harbored a small crush on him for a while. But that, unsurprisingly, went nowhere. Audrey kept the crush to herself, figuring it would never go anywhere. Besides, it wasn’t like Derek was interested. Why would he be? Still, Audrey couldn’t help herself. When she saw him approach the Ravenclaw table, she turned toward him and beckoned him with a finger doing the ‘come hither’ motion.<br><br>Even though there was someone sitting near Audrey, that didn’t matter to Derek, who made room for himself next to her. Audrey’s hand lowered, her snarky smirk spreading across her features. “Hello there, Derek.” She darkly purred while sizing him up in a rather unsubtle way. His accent was even more adorable than she had remembered it being last year. The same could be said about his face, actually. <br><br>Derek broke into a pot pie of sorts - though knowing the UK, it probably had some really weird or otherwise inappropriate name for no apparent reason - and collected crumbs against his cheek. Audrey licked the corner of her lip, as if that would help rid him of the crumbs, somehow. Derek complimented her post from Wiztagram and made her break into a sheepish grin. <br><br>She glanced at his single dimple as it formed and finally slipped her tongue back into her mouth again. “Um. Thanks!” Audrey croaked awkwardly, her gaze falling back to her plate. “Oh, I mean, all attention from Phixyll is wanted attention. He’s a dirty grandpa. That’s a huge kink, apparently.” For emphasis, her wide eyes rolled at the word huge. <br><br>“But, no, I’m just saving it for really special occasions. Like when I wind up in detention. I feel like it’s bound to happen this year.” Her smile faltered a little as her caramel gaze found his pools of mahogany. “I’m not seeing anyone.” She remarked in what sounded almost like a conspiratorial whisper. <br><br>Before he had a chance to respond, Audrey reached out with her thumb and swiped some of the crumbs from his cheek. She glanced down at her thumb afterward, perking a brow at the remnants, then stuck her thumb into her mouth and sucked the crumbs up with fervency. Once she pulled her thumb out, it left her lips with a popping sound. <br><br>“Except like, you, right now, for dinner. I guess. Kinda.” She shook her head, mostly at herself, inwardly cringing at her own verbal hiccups. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>01-02-2019, 00:43:53</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> Loveday Marley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14656426#msg14656426)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff, 4th <br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> LENGTH | Poplar with Thunderbird Feather core, 12"<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Hogwarts Skirt Uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 2, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Welcome Feast<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Curt, Hufflepuff<br></td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299798.msg14661591#msg14661591">Quote from: Jag on 29-01-2019, 19:06:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Curt hadn't ate all day and he needed to put something in his stomach. Everyone else seemed to be feeling similar as people started talking and eating fast. Loveday's voice rang out clear and he smirked, "Tell us how you really feel, Loveday," he snickered as she went off on her little rant.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Wey aye man I'll show ye how I feel." Loveday said. With a quick gesture her massive Poplar wand was in her hand and pointed at her own chest, right where the Hogwarts seal had taken over for the normal Hufflepuff insignia.<br><br>"<em>Badgerus Betterus</em>." She said with a smile. As she spoke the Hufflepuff badger came to life, knocking aside all of the other symbols with such bestial fury that they were all soon cleared out of the seal, and the badger stretched out over all four quadrants, now surrounding the Hogwarts H as if to say 'this is mine.'<br><br>It was a clever little spell, made all the moreso because the person casting it had once been legendarily bad at charms. Most of them required such precise, refined intonations and well-mannered flicks of the wrist that it was a complete different planet to the Geordie witch. But with far more work than she cared to think about, she'd managed to rise from very nearly not even failing to an E level. She regarded her vastly improved new seal with pride. <br><br>"Hooway man, little badger." She said to it with a grin, then back up at Curt she smiled. "That's how I feel." She said smugly. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299798.msg14664516#msg14664516">Quote from: Yggdrasil on 31-01-2019, 00:04:38</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Finally, she flashed a toothy grin at Loveday as she poured her drink. "Shall we start a bet now? I believe we started the tally late last year. I think we 'aught to count bones, rather than bodies, because you did a number on that Phillips guy last year. Oh! It was <em>beautiful</em>!" <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br><br>"Oh that was proper lovely." Loveday said, a happy look in her eyes as she reminisced. "Three weeks on he was still gettin chasers stotted off his micey head. Teach him to think he's safe behind his marrahs." She smirked and scoffed. "Ravenclaw Beaters, bobby dazzler speedbumps ye ask us." <br><br>She glanced down at the creature in her robes. "How's little Fez been?" She asked. Loveday favored the ferret. It reminded her of her. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299798.msg14664651#msg14664651">Quote from: Heartsink on 31-01-2019, 01:17:11</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Rhys stood up from his seat, swallowing the remaining of the food that he was chewing in his mouth. His eyes spotted Curtis Roark at the Hufflepuff table who had apparently overheard Loveday's statement as well, asking the Hufflepuff lass how she really felt. The man was a circus freak to Rhys, a proper weirdo. He preferred not to pay him too much attention and intervened instead. <br><br>"Take the L, ya Hufflepussies. You're trying to rewrite history or something? Don't make me laugh, blud. You lot are just mad the only time you ever had some relevancy got taken away by that twat Voldemort," Rhys announced loudly so they would hear him, before laughing at them. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>In a flash Loveday was also on her feet, glaring across the several rows of students between her and Rhys like they weren't even there. "Oh look who found his balls now that he divvin have to face us in the sky this year, ya bubblin' wazzock." She yelled back at the slightly taller boy, fists balled up and pressed into the table. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Luciferia</strong> on <strong>01-02-2019, 00:56:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/HzWsD53.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Dior Darley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658800#msg14658800)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>YEAR:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Slytherin | 6th Year</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Pureblood</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>12” | Red Oak | Rougarou Hair | Surprisingly Supple (https://i.imgur.com/jAdaS0i.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Black Dress Robes, As Pictured | Emerald Green Heels (https://i.imgur.com/UCnODJc.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>September 2nd, 2019 | Evening</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Hogwarts Great Hall | Slytherin Table</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Waiting, Listening, Glaring</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Ain't gon' feed you, I'mma let you starve (https://youtu.be/H1Yt0xJKDY8)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Rex Steele | Audrey Thorup | Rhys Morahan | Derek Darley | Open</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MENTIONING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Addison Snow</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Dior turned her head slightly, like an elegant bird of prey spotting a disturbance as a hooded figure moved across the room towards the Gryffindor table. However, a single moment of scrutiny revealed Rhys Morahan’s punchable face under the cowl, and Dior folded her arms over her chest, unimpressed once again.<br><br>While Phixyll rasped towards the end of his speech, all in a voice that sounded like it had been dragged through a distillery in the mid-80’s, Dior idly drummed her fingertips on the table in a surprisingly light rhythm of <em>tatta-tat-tat</em>’s that promised the French nail (https://i.imgur.com/eZKZOrm.png) pattern she sported was natural and not acrylic. It seemed the only other person in the Great Hall who was at all impatient for the speech to be over was Dior’s frenemy, Audrey ‘Throwup’, who smirked and waved with her smallest finger whilst holding onto a buttered bun.<br><br>Dior cocked her head to the side without once changing the ho-hum expression on her face, elbow close at her side to briefly twiddled her fingers at the brunette. She didn’t trust Audrey and knew the Ravenclaw was smart enough not to trust her either, but the two had developed a certain camaraderie once Dior grew to appreciate Audrey’s dark sense of humor and ironic obsession with death. <br><br>It was very Gen Z and besides, Sun Tzu knew what he was talking about when he wrote that we should keep our friends close and our enemies <em>closer.</em><br><br>Dior’s attention was then stolen by Rex Steele, a fellow Slytherin who sat down next to her swiftly and silently.<br><br><strong>“Rex, <em>there</em> you are,”</strong> she sounded impatient but she still leaned over to greet him with a customary peck on the cheek. Whereas with most men, Dior would refuse to allow her sensitive, porcelain skin anywhere near stubble, Rex was a cut <em>above</em> the slobbering hounds that filled Hogwarts, and all of Britain for that matter. Beautiful people were always afforded a higher exchange rate on their social currency than everyone else, and Rex was as interesting as he was mysterious.<br><br><em>“You look more magnificent every year. You've been s-sh-,”</em> <br><br>Dior ignored the stammer as looked down at his tie and how he was fiddling with it. When he was done, and without asking permission, she reached for the tie-knot at his throat and with a few simply adjustments, had made it as symmetrical and comfortable as possible. Then with a quick motion, she cinched it up, all within the space of a few seconds.<br><br>Formal wear was a strong suit of Dior’s. <br><br><em>“Shopping.”</em><br><br><strong>“Of course. Flaunt it while you’ve got it, right?”</strong> she asked with a smirk. Her gaze then pointedly traveled over his ensemble -- classic black suit with an understated shirt and his school tie -- he looked sensational, and very low-key, which suited his personality, she thought. Given the state of many of the other students surrounding them, they would have difficulty in any work other than blue collar Ministry jobs. <br><br><em>It doesn't take money to put in even a little effort.</em><br><br>Derek’s late arrival was not missed but instead of being relieved that her brother wasn’t going to miss this important announcement, the first thing that Dior’s hawklike haze zoomed on was his rumpled appearance. Despite having caught his furtive wink, she tilted her head to the side as if to ask <em>’really?’</em> and then rolled her eyes as he joined his fellow Ravenclaws. <br><br>To many, the fact that Dior and Derek were twins came mostly as a shock. To imagine two people raised in the same home with the same privileges growing into two people so diametrically opposed to one another was unfathomable. However, what truly seemed unfathomable to the masses was that they actually got along.<br><br><em>Derek needs someone to push him or he’ll waste away in middle management with some idiot slag for the rest of his days.</em><br><br>Like a sentinel on duty, Dior was aware of her surroundings and while surreptitiously glancing at Curt again, she could have sworn she saw the albino girl (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14660328#msg14660328) with a rodent in her pocket… Dior's lip curled away from her teeth in disgust.<br><br><em>What is it with people and <strong>vermin?</strong></em><br><br>When the Gryffindor table erupted in noise, led by Rhys’s noisy idiocy, Dior merely rolled her eyes and refused to so much as glance in his direction so as not to give him the pleasure of her attention. However, his patience paid off because her eyes fell back to him just in time to see him pucker his lips and <em>‘smooch’</em> at her from across the room. Dior made a face: eyebrows lowered, nose scrunched, lips pulled to the one side to express her distaste for the chav without saying a word. <br><br><em>"Take the L, ya Hufflepussies. You're trying to rewrite history or something? Don't make me laugh, blud. You lot are just mad the only time you ever had some relevancy got taken away by that twat Voldemort,"</em><br><br><em>Bloody hell, he’s a twat.</em> <br><br>Turning her attention once more to the table in front of her now that the feast had begun, Dior began to fill her plate with summer vegetables and a modest portion of spinach quiche. <br><br><strong>“You know we have to enter our names, right?”</strong> Dior asked to Rex, making her point by looking up and down the Slytherin table to indicate the slim pickings to represent them in the Tournament.<br><br>Shortly after, she saw Audrey beckon Derek to sit closer to her but couldn’t risk looking longer so she returned her attention to Rex with a lilt of her eyebrows, wearing a lofty expression that demanded to be answered while she picked at her food like a bird.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>01-02-2019, 05:37:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/1d/4e/e1/1d4ee1da10858c39ba24bb55fa303bc3.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Joanna Zipporah Batherson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665444#msg14665444)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Third year gryffidor<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> muggle<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11 in. / Pine / Rougarou hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Gryffindor uniform jacket with shirt show underneath it (a bit shear I know :P ), the skirt, these black thigh highs (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c9/d2/f4/c9d2f43c9125d54ffb94b383c56d13b0.jpg) with a garter belt, these bitch heels HOUSE PRIDE YO (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/3e/f7/f4/3ef7f42ec98b6b46ab03095a8465e531.jpg),&nbsp; these gloves (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b7/ed/6b/b7ed6b54b7628870c3efdfbd31b17026.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2nd September, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall, Hogwarts<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> OPEN </td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>She was late, so damn late and all because she'd had to take a nap. Granted Joanna wasn't into big a rush to the first feast as it were anyway. That fact became clear as she toked on her joint one last time before snuffing it out on the stone wall beside her. A quick wave of her wand made sure she didn't smell of pot as she entered the school once more. Quick steps carried her to the great hall, her heels clicking over the old tile floors with ease.<br><br>Stepping up to the large open doors Joanna paused long enough to hear the Headmasters speech. Joanna smiled as she leaned against the door frame. It seemed that this year was going to be all sorts of interesting. It was then she realized that Eliza might be coming to Hogwarts. Fuck yeah, Joanna thought to herself. Ketchup and mustard together again, the school wouldn't know what hit them till it was too late.<br><br>Looking around she laughed at the fact that there was already some dick waving going on between the houses. And even with one of them being a woman she wondered who'd win in the end. Once the headmaster gave them the go-ahead to eat Joanna stepped into the great hall and moved towards her houses table. Slipping into the first free spot that she'd find, without much care of how someone might feel about sitting next to her. "Right you cheeky wankers what the hell did I miss?" Joanna asked as she looked over the food in front of her, the munchies suddenly hitting like a mug! "Fuck yeah chocolate truffle," she said with a smile and reached for the Welsh treat. If she was lucky, the house elves would use actual whiskey when making the traditional treat.<br><br>As she heard more yelling Joanna looked up and laughed. Rhys was already trying to start shit, not surprising. Joanna would have teased the fuck out of him if it weren't for the fact that it seemed to be about house pride and all that none sense. Though Joanna wondered if he wasn't just trying to get himself crushed between the Hufflepuff hulks thighs?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>01-02-2019, 15:08:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c4/51wZCjcD3wL._SX466_.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Belladonna Grimm (http://LINK TO CS)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff / First Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD, <br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11 inches long and made of cypress wood, with a unicorn hair core.<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> school uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 2nd, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Great Hall, opening feast<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Taking her seat at Hufflepuff table<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Belladonna had managed to talk with a few people in the carriage on the train ride to Hogwarts but had also managed to lose them once they had arrived at the Hogsmeade station. The boat rides across the lake had been a quiet affair and now here she was, sitting at the Hufflepuff table glancing about her and feeling decidedly out of place and alone in the world. She knew that the Hufflepuffs wouldn't let her feel like that for very long, at least she hoped they wouldn't. She had done her best to look good especially for today, this was the beginning after all of her University career and she planned on making every moment count. Her fingers knotted gently on her lap as she looked across the table at those sitting nearby, she offered a friendly smile before looking about her; only then noticing the banners were not house banners but rather the actual school banner. Intriqued she wondered why this was, was it usual for the university to display the school rather than house banners in an attempt to assuage any prejudice that people might still hold for certain houses? She had noticed the tie crests on a few of the students, and that was what had made her sit at this particular table, all seated at it wore a tie with the Hufflepuff crest and so she knew she shouldn't really feel as lonely as she did. There were probably other first years seated at the table but for now she didn't notice any that had attended the Primary wizarding school with her.<br><br>A man got up to speak and she presumed that this was Professor Phixyll, the headmaster of the school. A loud clap of his hands altered the enchanted ceiling above her. She had heard of course all about that ceiling and smiled now, marveling at the way it changed but instead of producing another sky, it produced what appeared to be two different skies entirely. Giving the headmaster her undivided attention, she listened to what he had to say. She had heard the rumours on the train about the tournament and had chosen then not to believe a single word,&nbsp; but she certainly couldn't do that now, when the headmaster himself was telling the school about it. She knew the age was 17 years and though she was old enough to enter, she wouldn't even contemplate doing so. There were plenty of students who had far more experience in spell casting than she did. She was good at charms but her talents lay in animals and herbology. <br><br>Within moments a grand feast appeared before her eyes and she smiled with relief, realising in the same moment just how hungry she actually was. Tentatively she helped herself to some vegetables and meat, poured herself a drink of water and settled down to enjoy the fare. She couldn't not just sit eating quietly though and glancing sideways to the person on her right she braved another friendly smile.<br><strong>"Do you think many will enter the tournament?"</strong> she asked.<br><br><em>"I don't know, probably. I'd imagine most of Gryffindor will but I'm not sure about our own house, out of respect for Cedric Diggory I mean but people surprise me all the time, so you just never know!"</em> the girl turned back to her food and then to the person on the other side of her, leaving Belladonna fork and knife poised over her plate, she hadn't even thought about the teenager that had been killed by Voldemort at this tournament some years previously but the tournament was known to be dangerous and lives had been taken before, though in pursuit of glory and not from murder. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>01-02-2019, 20:17:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/4SB3CZz.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Curtis "Curt" Roark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14654145#msg14654145)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff 7th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle Born<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10'', Dogwood, Unicorn Hair, very stiff and straight (https://pm1.narvii.com/6506/c464ab22ecb450fbb6fea0aab93986aa74e2fa00_hq.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Makeup: Avatar (his signature look). Clothes: Let's turn up the juice and see what shakes loose! (https://i.imgur.com/nAUeKzz.png). Hogwarts School Jacket (unbuttoned). Black skinny jeans, and black combat boots.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 1 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Grand Hall | Hufflepuff Table<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Feeling some kind of moody.<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Dressed to Kill - Sharon Needles (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xTxExF-9N6I)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Loveday, Addison, OPEN | Mentioning: Derek, Dior, Rhys, </td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Eyes meeting Dior's for just the moment they did made his stomach tighten with a mixture of anger and anxiety. He imagined they were both looking for the same thing at the moment. She was looking for her twin and he was looking for his friend. Curt hadn't yet decided how he was going to handle seeing Derek this year. Curt wasn't proud of himself for how he'd interacted, or not interacted, with his friend this past summer. Usually, they met up often outside of school. Derek was his go to for an assistant in his shows or when he got to perform at a party. He trusted the other wizard enough to step on the back of his head while he had his face in a pile of broken glass. That was a level of friendship he didn't think many could reach. Derek was the one who helped mend him up before his parents could see the damage he'd done to his mouth trying to eat a light bulb. Who else could he depend on to put a mouse trap on his tongue? If that wasn't a bromance, Curt wasn't sure what was. Yet all he'd done is send out a handful of texts to the other man about how he was too busy to hang out. Meanwhile, he continued doing shows and let Joanna help him out all summer.<br><br>As much as he wanted to blame Dior for it, he knew that was a pathetic excuse.<br><br>He was thankful for the distraction when Addison plopped down next to him with her plate and the little Fez made his appearance. He wiggled a finger at the ferret with a smile. He liked animals and would have been fine with it attacking his plate. Curt did worse things to his body than sharing some food with a ferret, "Ah, but Addison, you're forgetting, some of us don't care about the riches and glory. Some of us just want to see if we can survive it. If I'm gonna go by having my head bitten of by a dragon, wouldn't that be just the way?" he smiled wide, "Maybe I can get one of the mermaids to give me a kiss before she rips my head off."<br><br>Rhys was lucky he spotted Derek finally making his way into the room. Otherwise, he might have started a fight. Instead, he hunched down a little and refocused on Fez. Tempting the little noodle with a piece of food to try to get it away from Addison.<br><br>Loveday was always good for a distraction. He liked the strong woman. Hell, he'd try to get with her if he didn't think she'd kill him in bed. She was very enthusiastic about things and he liked that. Her little stunt with the seal was cool, "Haha! Look at that!" he cheered her on a bit, "Don't fuck with the badgers! Or the ferrets!" he added in as he wiggled his finger at Fez again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>01-02-2019, 22:25:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/9c/06/82/9c068228aa3266123dae6792efa9da15.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Quinn Ogden (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14654292#msg14654292)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor 2nd Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half Blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11.5'' | Beech Wood | Rougarou Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Absolute fashion. (http://s15.radikal.ru/i188/1108/2a/4ff0bbf9e9ee.jpg) Plus that awful girls cut uniform jacket.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Grand Hall | Gryffindor Table<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong><br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Pose - Naomi Smalls (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FLgcmd8-bK8)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Joanna | OPEN</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Quinn watched the bit of fussing that went about between the houses. Particularly between Slytherin and Hufflepuff. For the most part, wasn't this tournament supposed to bring them together as a school to compete against another school? To break down house pride and create school unity? Right now, the opposite seemed to be going on. They imagined it wouldn't be long before their own house was involved in the tussle. Did it really matter which house the champion came from? Wasn't it more important that Hogwarts win overall? Apparently some didn't think so. They felt it was a little odd and made a mental note to write about it on their blog later, "You're all crazy," they said, but not with a raised voice.<br><br>Their eyes scanned the table and landed on Joanna, who was reaching for the chocolate truffles and asking what happened. Quinn liked Joanna. Actually, there were few people that Quinn had a legitimate issue with. They tried to keep an open mind and accept people for who they were, even if who they were was somewhat unsavory. That's why they had yet to delete that French creep off their Wiztagram.<br><br>"They are bringing back the Triwizard Tournament," they answered, "And now, in true spirit of unity and school pride, everyone is attacking each other's house. Because that resolves anything at all. If this is what we're going to bring to the tournament this time around, I imagine Durmstrang or Beauxbatons is going to win. Not that they are undeserving of it. Out of the hundred and twenty-five renditions of the tournament, last not counting, Hogwarts has won sixty-three and Beauxbatons sixty-two. It's Durmstrang we should be discussing. That sort of long running failure is going to cause them to come at us harder than they likely have in the past."<br><br>"Failure to unify our school aside, how was your summer, Joanna? I really like those shoes."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>02-02-2019, 04:47:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/MA22noE.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Curtis "Curt" Roark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14654145#msg14654145)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff 7th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle Born<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10'', Dogwood, Unicorn Hair, very stiff and straight (https://pm1.narvii.com/6506/c464ab22ecb450fbb6fea0aab93986aa74e2fa00_hq.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> You ready for a freakshow? (https://i.imgur.com/fCUZfmu.jpg) Plus the sunglasses from avatar in his hair.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 6 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Stairs | Heading Towards Hufflepuff Common Room<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Being a shitty friend.<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Extraordinary Rendition - Sons of an Illustrious Father (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JtigvvSPJxM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Derek Darley | CLOSED </td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Taking the steps two at a time, he jogged down at a quick pace. Most would be heading to dinner around now, but he was heading towards the Hufflepuff common room. He hadn't attended dinner at the proper time since the beginning of the year feast. He usually went a little later and just picked at the scraps that were remaining quickly before heading back to Hufflepuff. Curt spent a lot of time in the common room so far this year. Normally he was content to spend as much time as possible all over the school grounds, but Curt was in an avoiding mood. There were at least three people he had attempted to actively avoid this year so far. <br><br>One was easier than the other two and that was Dior. She was likely happy for the lack of seeing him around except when she absolutely had to in a classroom for the duration of a class. The second was Quinn. Not because they had done anything or he had done anything to them, but for the fact that Quinn had this unnerving way of wiggling secrets out of people. The last was Derek. He hadn't even responded to any of his best friend's messages online since the end of last month. What was he supposed to say? <em>"Sorry I blew you off because your sister is a bitch and I've been having semi-drunk one night stands with the person I've been letting do your job."</em> Yeah, cause that would go over well with anyone. Curt just needed a little more time to figure it out.<br><br>Class wise, things had been going well. He had charms today, which was always his best class. Looking back at his first day of classes, he never would have thought anything called 'charms' would be his thing. Yet it seemed to come rather naturally to him. It felt good to have something be naturally good to him. He worked very hard to condition his body to do his stunts. Those weren't natural things for just about anyone. So to have Professor Pearson tell him early on in his first year that he was a natural gave him a good rush of confidence. Not that all the confidence in the world towards charms work could make him feel like a better person in the least bit the past six days.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>02-02-2019, 16:35:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.tumblr.com/db11bb979b4135e1c916f67e04c31e3f/poodvww/BP2odmrme/tumblr_static_94girahss4kkwc4cwwocc4cc4.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Derek Darley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14655389#msg14655389)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw 6th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 13 Inches | English Oak | Wampus Cat Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Gray Slacks, Ravenclaw Tie, Messy slightly untucked white button up, unbuttoned jacket. <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2nd September, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall, Hogwarts<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Motioning for more Ravenclaw peoples to join them. Talking about the tournament. Awkward flirting. <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Hooked on a Feeling - Blue Swede (https://youtu.be/NrI-UBIB8Jk)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Audrey, Nemesis, Dior(M) , Curt (M) </td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Cloud nine had a new resident and this name was Derek Darley. Sitting next to Audrey just reminded him of the exchanged that hadn't happened more than a few hours ago. To admit the truth, sitting here with Audrey was sending his nerves into some sort of panic, but Audrey was always just a little bit more awkward than him. That sort of quirky nature to her smirk and those wonderful, dark offsetting comments. Derek found it utterly attractive. It was so different than the other women he had met in his life. Sure, she was a bit of a challenge, but he never knew what to expect next. Even now she was looking at him with those sweet, big eyes and he found himself thinking thoughts that were not best suited for this table, and more so for sneaking into the girl's dormitories in Ravenclaw Tower. <br><br>Derek was drinking pumpkin juice when Audrey admitted that she wasn't sleeping with anyone currently. An excited feeling swelled in his stomach and toppled over to cause him to spit up and spew a bit of that pumpkin juice back in the cup. The liquid falling into the wrong pipe as he began to cough. Hitting his broad chest and wiping his mouth with the corner of his shirt. "S-sorry... That's <em>cough</em>... that's great news! I don't want someone preparing a hex on me for wanting to take you out sometime. But, I suppose you can. Just make sure I still look fit if you turn me into a frog," Derek smirked and looked into those pretty eyes again. <br><br>Then she wiped a bit of crumbs off of his chin, and never at any moment had Derek been more glad that he was sitting under the table. Audrey stumbled through her words, and it gave Derek that bit of confidence to reach out and place his hand on her own hand. His palm was abnormally soft, less calloused than others, except for the tips of his fingers that felt as if they had been burned and repaired over and over again. (Potion-making accidents were a real thing). However, his grip was strong on Audrey's and he gave her slender hand a tight squeeze. He then leaned into her, slipped his finger to her pretty brown hair to brush it behind her ear. His breath smelled of pumpkin juice, but he softly whispered into her ear, "You know, love, this doesn't count as dinner. I fully intend on taking you out and showing you a few places far more hot and steamy than Hell." <br><br>He hid how badly he wanted his cheeks to blush by pushing himself so close to Audrey. Still, his hand had been touching hers for an abnormal amount of time, and that's what ended up making his cheeks brim with fire and his hand to awkwardly jump off of Audrey's, and then find their way busy with a few wedged potatoes sitting in front of them. Awkwardly he stuffed them into his lap and chomped on additional food. That bit of confidence that slithered out of him was luckily something well practiced, but not often implemented in real situations with people other than his sister Dior. He wouldn't dare tell Audrey that though, and instead left it a sort of mystery. Still, he kept himself reserved in the actions he wanted to take. He was patient. <br><br>"What of the tournament, Audrey. Do you have any interest in joining?" Derek was curious on a few levels. Mostly because he wanted to get to know Audrey better, but also selfishly because it made him feel uneasy if his crush was going to be in peril. The Tri-wizard tournament was no joke. He at least knew that much. At that moment he heard someone also objecting to the tournament at the Ravenclaw table (Nemesis). "Eyyy! Bring that talk down here!" Derek called out to Nemesis. <br><br>He hadn't done much but seen her around, but he waved down to her. Motioning that she could join Audrey and Derek in their conversation. Maybe she could convince Audrey otherwise if she felt like the tournament something she would be interested in. When it came to himself, it didn't matter to him either way. He would have preferred sitting on the sidelines making potions to assist whomever was representing his school. However, part of him wanted an opportunity to shine. He was always in Dior's shadow... maybe that could change this year?<br><br>With that thought his eyes lingered over to his sister. She was always such a beacon of attention, she was not hard to spot. Especially with those green heels. He wondered now if Dior was going to enter the tournament. It seemed like something she would do. Again, a flip of his stomach met an uneasy feeling. To think of his sister, even though she was quite capable, putting herself in danger made him feel utterly torn. While he loved seeing her up on that pedestal, he was also naturally protective of her. If only people knew that front that she displayed, and what a soft, deliciously wanting mess she was on the inside. Derek had selfishly always thought that Dior would always be there as his sister and greatest companion, but he could lose her if she entered the tournament. <br><br>That's when Derek decided that the odds of others he was scared of being hurt were less if he entered his own time, and he silently made that decision on his own. Maybe Audrey would notice his eyes darting as he was deep in thought, looking at his sister jabbering away for just a moment, before looking back over to Audrey and to see if they had a new visitor to warn them about the dangers and maybe educate Derek a bit more. <br><br>Maybe he should talk to his best mate Curt about this first. The man was more daring and brave than anyone else he knew, and had often be a sounding board for his thoughts. However, Curt wasn't even waving at him. Derek scanned the Hufflepuff table and only saw him slump down. For a moment he was starting to wonder if someone put a spell on him to make him think Curt and him were best friends for so many years. The man had fallen so silent on him this summer, and that's usually when they were practicing the best stunts for the year. He didn't even need any of his potion salves for any small mistakes. It felt... rather naked to be at Hogwarts without his best friend even waving.<br><br>Yet, there was Audrey in all her wonder beside him. Seemingly interested in him and that gave him comfort. He slipped himself closer and pressed his leg against her own. Feeling insecure about his friendship, and needing that closeness in the blossoming crush with Audrey. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>03-02-2019, 02:42:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/1d/4e/e1/1d4ee1da10858c39ba24bb55fa303bc3.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Joanna Zipporah Batherson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665444#msg14665444)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Third year gryffidor<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> muggle<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11 in. / Pine / Rougarou hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Gryffindor uniform jacket with shirt show underneath it (a bit shear I know :P ), the skirt, these black thigh highs (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c9/d2/f4/c9d2f43c9125d54ffb94b383c56d13b0.jpg) with a garter belt, these bitch heels HOUSE PRIDE YO (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/3e/f7/f4/3ef7f42ec98b6b46ab03095a8465e531.jpg),&nbsp; these gloves (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b7/ed/6b/b7ed6b54b7628870c3efdfbd31b17026.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2nd September, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall, Hogwarts<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Quinn <strong>Mentions:</strong> Curt<br><br><br><hr>People were coming out swinging it seemed as shots and insults were sent over the tables. It didn't surprise Joanna much it seemed to have gotten worse over the years really. I'm sure the teachers were blaming these damn millennials for it all too. She smirked at the idea and reached for goblet wishing it was charmed to fill with wine instead of something less entertaining. The juice that filled it instead at least did away with the cottonmouth that she was experiencing.<br><br>Joanna heard Curt's voice from somewhere behind her. Joining in the fray of words that were being flung about. She figured it was more to raise a little hell than anything else. But before Joanna could comment about ferret's being nothing but stretched weasels Quinn caught her attention. Quinn's words brought a shrug to her shoulders, "It's all just words, honestly I think when the other schools show up it will change a bit." she took another long sip from the cup.<br><br>"Kind of like siblings that argue all the time. Always at each other till some other kid tries to pick on one of them, and then it's them against the world. Hey, that's my annoying little brother only I can give him hell." Joanna laughed a bit her smirk still playing over her lips. "Oh thanks, I saw them at Hogsmeade and figured they'd be great when some house pride is needed. And my summer was busy but good, did a few shows with the band. And got to help Curt out with his shows too, so lots of time on stages I guess. But I loved every minute of it." she spoke with a familiar bit of excitement in her voice, "How was yours?" she asked with an honest touch of curiosity.<br>People were coming out swinging it seemed as shots and insults were sent over the tables. It didn't surprise Joanna much it seemed to have gotten worse over the years really. I'm sure the teachers were blaming these damn millennials for it all too. She smirked at the idea and reached for goblet wishing it was charmed to fill with wine instead of something less entertaining. The juice that filled it instead at least did away with the cottonmouth that she was experiencing.<br><br>Joanna heard Curt's voice from somewhere behind her. Joining in the fray of words that were being flung about. She figured it was more to raise a little hell than anything else. But before Joanna could comment about ferret's being nothing but stretched weasels Quinn caught her attention. Quinn's words brought a shrug to her shoulders, "It's all just words, honestly I think when the other schools show up it will change a bit." she took another long sip from the cup.<br><br>"Kind of like siblings that argue all the time. Always at each other till some other kid tries to pick on one of them, and then it's them against the world. Hey, that's my annoying little brother only I can give him hell." Joanna laughed a bit her smirk still playing over her lips. "Oh thanks, I saw them at Hogsmeade and figured they'd be great when some house pride is needed. And my summer was busy but good, did a few shows with the band. And got to help Curt out with his shows too, so lots of time on stages I guess. But I loved every minute of it." she spoke with a familiar bit of excitement in her voice, "How was yours?" she asked with an honest touch of curiosity.</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>03-02-2019, 04:07:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ywYzqkz.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><br><strong>NAME:</strong> &nbsp;Addison Snow (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14660328#msg14660328)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff, 7th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11 ¼ inches / Dogwood / White River Monster Spine / Surprisingly Swishy and Flexible (https://i.imgur.com/ZLtC9NW.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> School uniform with a hidden ferret inside the jacket.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2nd September, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Great Hall, Hogwarts<br><strong>MUSIC:</strong> <a href="#user_httpswwwyoutubecomwatchvXlklaJrbkampindexamplistPLswfjkEBURncnToUhLBRZCjCJO">Soul Coughing - Super Bon Bon</a><br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Fez is a food thief!<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Curt, Loveday, Hufflepuff table</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Laughing at the animated badger came easy, and it echoed out along the table for all those who could see it. Addison was so distracted by this she didn’t manage to snag Fez in time. The ferret escaped her inner coat pocket to scurry across the table, undulating as he went. First it was to the edges of Curt’s plate; snatching up mashed potatoes that were shoved into his pointed mouth, hand over fist. “<acronym title="You little shit!"><em>Þú litla skít!</em></acronym>”Addison swore and leaned across to snatch him, but the fat tube rat quickly ducked out of her way towards Loveday, who was further from Addison's reach. She also had the golden prize.<br><br>He was on her drumstick like a rabid dog. Flecks of meat, skin and seasoning were tossed up into the air like confetti, and his snorts of glutinous joy almost drowned out Rhy’s hurled insults. Even when Loveday knuckled down on the table and challenged the Gryffindor back, Fez took both hands around the drumstick and began to push it push it down his throat.<br><br>“That’s quite enough!”<br><br>The ferret chewed faster, stopped when Addison reached over the table for him again, and then began hissing and backpedaling as he avoided her outreached hand. Over Loveday’s plate, across a bowl of peas, into the plate of a new first year -splattering jello across three different students because of that detour- before finally tripping over his tail and landing on a platter full of shepard’s pie.<br><br>Before he could start shoveling his latest obsession into his cheeks, Addison pulled out her wand and pointed it at Fez. “Wingardium Leviosa.” He was bottom heavy. As soon as his booty began to rise in the air, he pinwheeled back towards the shepard’s pie and cursed his little arms for being so short. The ferret didn’t manage to grab onto anything to fight the spell, so he proceeded to shovel as much food into his mouth as he could before he was out of reach.<br><br>By the time he reached Addison, the scoundrel was swimming through the air, eager to get away but fully aware that he wasn’t getting out of it this time.<br><br>Addison snatched him by the middle and sighed. “Tergeo.” Food particles that matted his hair was washed away with her spell, leaving his fur mess free. <br><br>He burped once, loudly, smacking his lips.<br><br>With pink cheeks and a bashful smile, the Icelandic woman finally sat down again and was finally able to answer Loveday’s question. “He’s an absolute <em>wretch</em>. I thought my parents were going to skin him when he got into their wine cellar. He was drunk for a week!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>03-02-2019, 07:47:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/ab/17/99/ab1799eecc012687abae125315154adb.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Hayley Alexandria Michelson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665439#msg14665439)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff / 4th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> HALFBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 in. /Acacia/Thunderbird tail feather<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2nd September, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall, Hogwarts<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> OPEN </td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr>Hayley had gotten to the Great Hall just as it had started to fill. Slipping through the crowd with a fair bit of ease considering her lack of grace in most situations. She'd only gotten bumped once or twice, not that it bothered her at all. Hayley was used to just being another body in the crowd. Invisible to some, and though some might have hated it Hayley found it gave her the ability to see what some people would miss. She loved the study of people, sketching their faces and watching from afar. Granted that didn't always keep her under the radar, but for now, she was well hidden among the crowd.<br><br>The announcement of the Triwizard Tournament had surprised them all. Sure there had been mention of it, but there were still many people that didn't think that the Ministry would actually go through with it. Not with it being stained with the memories of the past. Hayley's father always said one's past should not hold back their future, but sometimes it was easier said than done. Still there they all sat the room bursting into a buzzing fit about who would enter and which school would win. What would the challenges be? How could they keep them all safe this time? There were still so many questions, but one thing was certain. This year was going to be the most interesting Hogwarts had seen in some time.<br><br>Hayley sat at the Hufflepuff table not saying a word, though. Instead, she was taking in the buzz of conversation around her. The confusion, the excitement, and even the worry. Hayley knew she'd never be one to be chosen; her name would never grace the goblet of fire. Still, she looked down at her slightly stained fingertips as she smudged a bit more charcoal over the page small page. The shadowed shape of the trophy forming, hands reaching out from the darkness all around it. The sudden shouting caught her attention, though. A soft smile coming to her lips as some Puffs practically challenged some Gryffindor's with words yelled between the two tables.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>03-02-2019, 23:24:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static1.squarespace.com/static/53ef0880e4b0439bf8d24521/t/58ddd961d482e98aafe37dfc/1490934161317/the-laterals-evan-peters-1.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Derek Darley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14655389#msg14655389)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw 6th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 13 Inches | English Oak | Wampus Cat Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Gray Slacks, Ravenclaw Tie, Messy slightly untucked white button up, unbuttoned jacket. <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 6th of September, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Stairs Leading to Hufflepuff Common Rooms<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Being super insecure about his friendships<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Friends - Ween (https://youtu.be/3Ho0K0QytI4)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Curt, Loveday (M), Dior (M), Audrey (M), CLOSED </td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Was he crazy? Maybe. Derek knew that he most definitely felt crazy waiting near the first step of the Hufflepuff stairs. <br><br>It almost felt like the time when Loveday had turned him down so many times, and he waited outside the Hufflepuff common room hoping to reason with her and ask her out again.&nbsp; That happened so long ago, and he learned the hard way that it was never a good idea to be that desperate. But he was a lovesick puppy at that time. So much had happened since then... Curt had been a big factor in being a great friend to help him get over his ups and down. To keep him focused on new stunts when he was dealing with Dior being especially annoying (needy) or when situations with boys or girl crushes didn't work out. Curt was one of his constants at Hogwarts and that constant was missing this year. They also spent summers together, working out, spotting Curt in his stunts, and laughing over the dumbest shit. <br><br>However, not this summer. It felt like so long ago that he had seen Curt. He had assumed he was busy, until he saw Joanna's comment on Curt's Wiztagram the other day. She had taken over for him! What more, it didn't seem like Curt was too busy at all to hangout with someone! It just didn't make sense to Derek. No uncomfortable conversations or confrontations were shared between the two friends all summer. In fact, he honestly remembered having a great time with him days before they left for the summer. He had been let down by lovers in the past in this way, but not by his own best friend. The friend that he had anticipated would be a life long friend and maybe even his best man at his wedding if he ever did settle down with someone. Yet, he was ignoring him just like a girl after a bad date... and he was so distracted by it that he could barely give anyone the attention they deserved. <br><br>Which was why he was standing here. Rather than trying to charm Audrey's quirky sense of humor in the library or pester his sister Dior about how it was ridiculous the amount of shoes she brought to Hogwarts. He paced his hands inside of his gray slack pockets as he wore his Hogwarts attire. Shuffling his scuffed shoes on the pretty floors. He was waiting around for his next class, but there was still time. Still time to catch Curt and start a conversation with the guy who had went missing off of the earth for all he knew. <br><br>Then, like a beacon of hope, he saw Curt and his fucking rad pants. The sunglasses masking the point to see if he caught sight of Derek, but the second the black mass of Curt's attire came into view. Derek lunged for the opportunity and briskly closed the distance between them. "Curt! Curt... Hey! It's me Derek!" Derek began to say rather awkwardly. Of course Curt knew who Derek was.... <br><br>"Curt!" Derek said walking to him, even if he was ignoring him, and slipped his hand to his shoulder. Motioning for the man to turn around and face him. "What the fuck mate. It's been all summer. Why are you avoiding me?" Derek realized that his tone was a bit more confrontational that he would have liked, but he didn't like the unknown. He didn't know how to handle himself in these types of stressful situations. His emotions just spilled out of his mouth without a filter, as if he didn't have a dam or give a damn. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>04-02-2019, 07:24:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/c28238be97b73e9550f85b271cac9983/tumblr_otdw2vnyAd1v8rsz5o5_400.gif)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Rhys Morahan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14664047#msg14664047)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor, 6th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 inches, Chestnut, Dragon heartstring, Flexible<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Gryffindor uniform (https://www.costumekingdom.com/images/product/medium/adult-gryffindor-student-harry-potter-costume.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September 2019, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> fff<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Florence + The Machine - Dog Days Are Over (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iWOyfLBYtuU)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Loveday Marley, Joanna Zipporah Batherson, Quinn Ogden, Open<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> Dior Darley</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Rhys smirked at Dior's disgusted face. <em>Keep on the act, luv, I'll ravage that pussy of yours soon,</em> he thought, only to look back at the Hufflepuff table as Loveday was talking back to him. She was on her feet as well, glaring at him. <br><br><em>"Oh look who found his balls now that he divvin have to face us in the sky this year, ya bubblin' wazzock."</em><br><br>Rhys smiled. A raging Geordie was always entertaining. He didn't know what Quidditch club she supported in the League, but if he had to put a tenner on one, it would be the Harpies. It seemed to Rhys that every witch and their mother supported the Harpies. He was personally a Puddlemere United fan, the oldest club in the League, and the third most successful. By comparison, the Harpies were the second oldest club and had never won the league. <br><br>"Oh, so nice of you to worry about my balls, Marley. Wouldn't be surprised if it turned out you had some too... literally. But hey, you missed me so much over the years with 'em bludgers, I bet you missed me over the summer too, luv," he replied, winking at the end for good measure. "Facing you in the sky, who wouldn't want that? You lot are rubbish. Utter shite. You can't even lace Joanna's boots," he added, turning his head towards the redhead, who seemed to be in a conversation with a younger Gryffindor he didn't know the name of. The hat didn't help identify the person either, so Rhys kept his eyes on his Quidditch teammate. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>04-02-2019, 18:13:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/K43iVtW.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Mackenzie “Mack” O’Hare (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674148#msg14674148)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fifth, Gryffindor<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-Blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> Beech / 12” / Horned Serpent Horn (https://i.imgur.com/xVVNflt.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Black skinny jeans, white t-shirt under her Hogwarts Jacket and a loose Gryffindor tie at the neck.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2nd September, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Nose in a book, plate full of food… just another year.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gryffindor table</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>There wasn’t a shadow of doubt that Mackenzie O’Hare was going to be entering her name into that goblet and the people who sat around her had made the same conclusion. Nods of heads, a few winks, one guy pointed at her and jeered at the Ravenclaw table before chuckling and conversing with his friend. If it was a crazy adventure, a chance to test herself and stretch her mind, Mack would shove herself to the front of the line and declare that she was willing to go first. Win or lose, she wanted to see where the experience would take her and what opportunities it might grant her future. People had similar thoughts, apparently. The energy in the hall was absolutely buzzing. Some with anxiety,<em>What about that Hufflepuff from last time?</em> others with bravado, <em>Take the L, ya Hufflepussies!</em> Everyone had a point, but the decision had already been made. The Triwizard tourney was happening. Again.<br><br>Mackenzie turned the page of the book she was currently reading, <em>Bonniers Konversationslexikon</em> and stabbed her fork into some tatters.<br><br>This shouting back and forth was a familiar ambiance. Rhys might have been obscene, but like Loveday the jeering was <em>mostly</em> in good fun. She didn’t doubt that if someone’s life was on the line, he’d be the first to jump forward and give them some help. Even if it was just for the bragging rights later on.<br><br>Nevertheless, Mack lifted her eyes from the pages of her book and grinned at the upperclassman. “Ach! Sit down, you twat!” The cover closed, before she stuffed the book into the bag at her feet. “You're gettin’ your chubby all over the dressin', put the measuring stick away and eat somethin'."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>04-02-2019, 22:34:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/pIMHRav.gif)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Angela Tilbury (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674503#msg14674503)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Slytherin, Third Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 15 inches, Fir, Unicorn tail hair, Rigid<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Slytherin uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 15 September 2019 - Noon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Reading a book by a tree<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> The Lumineers - Angela (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_II0fc7hgNY)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><em>The Falls</em> by Ian Rankin in her hand, Angela walked rapidly to the shores of the Black Lake, to her newfound reading spot, far away from everyone and in the tranquility of the lake. The Library was her go-to place in the past, but there was more disturbance lately with the tournament causing people to study more or find rapid ways to improve their magic in the hope of being chosen as a champion. After she sat down and leaned her back on a tree, she opened her book to the page she had stopped reading the night before. She was devouring Rankin's works lately, not getting tired of Rebus at all. It passed the time and was more interesting than studying magic constantly. Muggles were interesting in their own way and were obviously going to be a targeted audience for her music. At least she hoped. <br><br>After reading another chapter, she felt a tingling sensation on her left leg, going up her skirt. She lifted up the skirt slightly and looked for the culprit, a curious ant. Smiling, Angela approached her finger from the ant who changed direction, its antennas moving around. She moved her finger again, pressing it against her thigh and softly sliding it towards the ant who ended up climbing on it. She approached her hand from her face and looked at the ant closely, who was now moving along her finger to the palm of her hand, probably confused as to what was happening. <br><br>She put down the ant and observed it go on the grass, wobbling in different directions. Turning back her attention to her book, she continued reading the Scottish crime novel. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>05-02-2019, 02:56:36</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> Loveday Marley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14656426#msg14656426)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff, 4th <br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> LENGTH | Poplar with Thunderbird Feather core, 12"<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Hogwarts Skirt Uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 2, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Welcome Feast<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Rhys, Addison, Open<br></td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>Loveday scoffed, her head bobbing seeming only instinct as her hands went to her hips and she bent forwards ever so slightly as she seemed to respond by instinct. "Wey aye man I got balls, ten inch iron ones, they been in your face every year, when I'm ne busy dunchin whoever's about to quit playing as your seeker with 'em." She let out a rather jubilant laugh. <br><br>She glanced around at the whole Gryffindor table now. "Whos gan be the backup next year? Head to the doc now, skip the rush." She sneered, flipped a bird and whirled about and sat back down, clearly ending this 'conversation' from her end. <br><br>Prat. She thought to herself. Typical Gryffindor. Expects the world to be handed to him. If only he wasn't so fit. She scrunched up her face, hating that she'd just thought that and mentally changed the subject quickly. <br><br>"No quidditch all fuckin' year." Loveday sighed. "They'll be insufferable come year end with nobody knockin' 'em unconscious on the reg." Another sigh punctuated the fact that Loveday was of the very firm opinion that a ten inch dose of iron was the only way to make certain houses tolerable. <br><br>She blew air between her lips and glanced down, noticing that little Fez had stolen her wing. She chuckled, then listened to Addison talk about how he'd been.<br><br>"Mortal fer a week? My man. Who you gan ta the dance with then?" Loveday reached over to skirtch at the little meat tube, her fingers dancing a well practiced dance about his teeth as she laughed as he bit at her. Was it that he didn't try to bite her quite as hard, or just that she knew how to avoid it? Either way her fingers came away intact, the irate Huffleupuff seemed mollified at her interaction with the meat tube and his pretty owner. Being drunk for the next week sounded pretty good to Loveday at the moment. She was already making plans to hit Hogsmeade first chance she got. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>05-02-2019, 05:01:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SXrLTpO.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Curtis "Curt" Roark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14654145#msg14654145)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff 7th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle Born<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10'', Dogwood, Unicorn Hair, very stiff and straight (https://pm1.narvii.com/6506/c464ab22ecb450fbb6fea0aab93986aa74e2fa00_hq.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Suspenders are in, right? (https://i.imgur.com/wDlKFLx.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Friday, September 13th, 2019 | After Dinner<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Shores of the Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Fucking pissed! All the language!<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Blood//Water - grandson (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rc_8tbGhXUc)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dior Darley | Texting: Derek Darley | CLOSED<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Carried over from Dior Darley - NSFW (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300117.msg14672271#msg14672271) </td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>The second week back at school had been much more pleasant for Curt. He didn't feel awkward seeing Dior in the halls anymore. Mostly because he'd given up caring about her. Her last message to him over the summer had set off a roller coaster of emotions for him. One that had done mild damage to his friendship with Derek. A friendship he felt confident was on the mend after their talk last week when Derek finally got fed up and cornered him. Curt wasn't normally one to sneak around and be cowardly, but as far as he was concerned, it just showed how much he valued Derek. It was weird, but they were getting through it. Classes were going well and there was never a shortage of after class entertainment if one knew where to look for it. He was starting to look forward to meeting their Beauxbatons and Durmstrang counterparts. A wider pool of people to freak out was never a bad thing in his mind. Curt had even managed to keep it in his pants a little bit the first week, aside from one night in the library that he just couldn't resist.<br><br>Charms class was on Friday for him and he liked that it was his last class. It always ended the day on a good note for him. He was smirking while looking someone named <strong>ThundafromUnda</strong>'s Wiztagram. He'd added them last week from one of Joanna's posts because he found her post amusing. She seemed to be at Beauxbatons and excited to meet up with Joanne. Curt would have to convince his foxy assistant to introduce him. He always appreciated a loud personality and she looked fun. He also saw an occasional 'suggested' link to that blond prick he'd met in Diagon Alley. Curt hoped that fucker wasn't coming to Hogwarts. He'd honestly thought the wanker looked too old to still be in school, but maybe the prick had failed a few times and was as stupid as he looked. Curt tried not to focus on that. <br><br>Slicking his hair back with one hand, he leaned back against the wall as people walked by him. He really felt like he had matured as a person since his first day at Hogwarts. Sure, he was still a freak and hard to miss in a crowd; but he did think he was more reserved now. He wasn't flirting with every man and woman he met. He had only slept with one person this summer. He'd really cut back on the alcohol at after show parties. Best of all, he actually started saving money instead of just spending as quickly as he made it. He even felt like he wasn't as easily moved to fight as he used to be. That felt like growth. Real growth.<br><br>At least until tonight.<br><br>A text message popped up on his screen from Dior, "The fuck...?" she hadn't texted him since the beginning of the summer during the <em>incident</em> and he'd gone about unfollowing her and blocking on places like Wiztagram. They really had no reason to interact unless it involved Derek, so he half expected her to be asking if Derek was with him. The twins had a weird relationship. Curt was close with his siblings, but there was just always something a little different about the way he saw the two of them interact when he was hanging out with Derek at their place. He always figured it was a twin thing.<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3a/DiorTextingPin.gif)(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/TC96Trs_RUZ9fMkusLqJPyBZsfFawlR8HsbyRmcanOvv-y5Mnm4rH0fraGmNtk5n4Tw)(https://i.imgur.com/zLCiWcv.gif)</div><br><div align="center"><em><strong>“You ought to be more careful with where you shag these slags.”</strong></em></div><br><br><hr><br>The message wasn't that bad. She'd said much worse to him over the past five years. He was sure he could walk up to her, call her a bitch, and no one would bat an eye at it. They'd just figure it was a normal day. While the message was a little strange, it wasn't all that out of the ordinary. However, it was the attached video that made him cock an eyebrow. The minute it started playing, he felt his blood pressure rising, "That fucking...cunt..." he growled lowly as it played, muted. <br><br>There were a lot of things Curt could forgive people for. Hell, as much as it had hurt, he had started becoming content with what Dior had done to him over the summer. He would have got over it with time and they would have found some semblance of tolerance with each other again the way they had before. But this? This made him feel dirty. Curt was no stranger to acting like a fool and making a scene, but that was mostly for show. He wanted to be watched when he put on a show. But there were certain things he kept private. He didn't have sex for an audience. Those he decided to sleep with, whether it was one person or more at a time, it was done privately, even if it was in a semi-public place. He could have sworn he checked the library before they went in there that night. Yet, Dior could have only got that video if she had been in there. She had no fucking right.<br><br>Without thinking, Curt threw his phone at the stone floor, something he immediately regretted, "Fuck...fuck...fuck..." he huffed. It had been a while since he got angry enough to throw something. Picking it up, the screen was cracked, "God dammit!" people were starting to look at him and he was sure a Professor would be along soon enough. He forced a smile and smoothed his hair back again, "Sorry. Cracked my phone," he tried to say calmly.<br><br>Inhaling deeply, he turned to the window he'd been leaning next to and tried to take in some of the outside air to calm himself. Instead, he focused his eyes on the surface of the lake. It was rippling quite a bit more than usual. The water burst up and he realized someone was casting spell at it, <em>"Dior's pissed about something..."</em> someone commented behind him, <em>"Saw her walking down there..."</em><br><br>Merlin's beard, someone obviously wasn't on Dior's side up there.<br><br>It took a little work, but he managed to send off a quick text to Derek on his cracked screen as he stormed his way out of the castle.<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/zLCiWcv.gif)(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/TC96Trs_RUZ9fMkusLqJPyBZsfFawlR8HsbyRmcanOvv-y5Mnm4rH0fraGmNtk5n4Tw)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9f/15488256091338119_%281%29.gif)</div><br><div align="center"><em><strong>“Just wanted to let you know, you're about to be a single fucking child.”</strong></em></div><br><br><hr><br>Curt wasn't sure what he was going to do. He'd been in fights before, but even in his anger he couldn't see himself actually fighting Dior. Not that he wouldn't fight a woman. Curt knew plenty of women that could take a hit and give it harder than they got. It seemed like it would be too unfair a fight to fight Dior. But he had some words to say and they were starting to boil over. He was sweating a little with the pace he was moving to get down to the lake, his makeup running a little as if he'd been working hard at a show. <br><br>When Dior came into view, he stopped. His eyes fixed on her. It felt like it wasn't really happening. Just a few months ago, he would have been willing to do just about anything to get Dior's kind affections. Now, all he wanted to do was graduate so he never had to see her again. <br><br>Without warning, Curt threw his already damaged phone in her direction, letting it smack and crack on the tree next to her, "Hey, Bitch! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>05-02-2019, 15:48:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.vanityfair.com/photos/5884e18f9a46ec0e311bfdf6/master/w_768,c_limit/sundance-2017-aubrey-plaza.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Audrey Thorup (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14662805#msg14662805)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fourth | Ravenclaw <br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle born <br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 ½ | Larch | Snallygaster heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Ravenclaw uniform (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/53/e9/47/53e947cfa3e486f27561656454291927.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September 2019 | Evening <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall | Ravenclaw table<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Bitches love me<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Mindless Self Indulgence - Bitches (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_lZjm5YQmw)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Derek | Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Audrey chuckled when Derek nearly spat out his pumpkin juice. “Woah,” she murmured in her monotone voice. “Say it don’t spray it,” she said jokingly. Clearly, she was getting her material from a 90’s joke book. When he coughed a little, she reached out and patted his back, taking a moment to look around at the others with shifty eyes. Would they think she had poisoned his drink? Probably. Derek hit himself in the chest and swiped his shirt over his mouth, making Audrey flinch. <br><br>His apology came next, followed by a remark that even she couldn’t easily misconstrue. Her smirk widened into something devious. “Oh, but you’d always look fit.” She shyly looked down at her own plate, then. “And the only people throwing hexes my way are the ones who are super jealous of my…” she hesitated, her brows knitting and lips quirking as she tried to think of something anyone might be jealous of, when it came to her. “Aura. You know, the whole deadpan face bit. Not many people can do it.” A brow perked, almost judgmentally. <br><br>Wiping the crumbs off of Derek’s face came from a reflex and in the moment, she didn’t know to be grateful that it existed. Normally, she might have given herself every excuse not to touch him, no matter how badly she may have wanted to. Besides, the halls at Hogwarts were always filled with rumors and gossip. It only took a little while before it seemed like everyone in the school knew who was putting moves on who and which couple had just broken up.<br><br>With her thumb swiping against his cheek and her fingers curled against his jawline, Derek’s hand reached up and pressed into hers. She jumped a little, but felt her hand settle against the side of his face, like a cradled embrace. Like he had been gone to war for years and she was just now seeing him again, holding him in place with the intention of memorizing every feature. For a moment, the background noise and all of the others at the Great Hall, sort of fell away, out of existence. She forgot where she was or who may have been watching. <br><br>His rough hand held hers against his face and he leaned closer still, tucking some hair behind her ear and smoothing it down as he whispered that this wasn’t the dinner he meant before. He filled her in that he was planning something much more hot and steamy than Hell itself, even calling her love. Audrey’s mind immediately went to the showers. Perhaps she had taken his comments too literally. But maybe not, because was there really a place hotter and steamier than Hell? These were all things to ponder, but not at that moment. <br><br>The flush of his cheeks was not missed on Audrey, who bit down at her lower lip in response to the sight. As if the adorable redness on his face wasn’t enough, she had also gotten the privilege of feeling his blood rushing there and the heat that spread against his flesh. Next moment, like a band-aid being ripped off, he pulled his hands from her altogether and practically buried himself into his potatoes. <br><br>It all happened so fast, she had to wonder if it was something she dreamed up, or if it really happened. She blinked, then returned her gaze to her plate and picked up a fork pitifully, then mushed it against her mashed potatoes. Derek asked about the tournament shortly thereafter, and honestly, it hadn’t been something she gave a ton of thought to. “I dunno,” she admitted. “I know I talk about death a lot but I don’t think I’m <em>actually</em> ready to die yet.” She gave him a playful look. “But watching while judging and drinking? Sign me up. What about you?” <br><br>“Am I gonna need to, like, rent a Cheerleading costume and some pom pom’s and cheer for you from the sidelines?” The question was positively dripping with cynicism, but she asked it anyway, planting an image of her in some short skirt and tight fitting top, jumping up and down. Undoubtedly, it was an image that one could only imagine, because having it happen in actuality was surely an impossibility. Then again, maybe Derek had missed the seed she was trying to plant. Er, inadvertently planted. <br><br>He was glancing over at Dior, a look of worry clearly imprinted on his face. Audrey couldn’t help but to snort softly. “Are you worried about Dior entering? Really? Because unless she can compete and also have a guarantee that both her Gucci and her Cuchi will be fine, I’m not sure you have anything to worry about.” Audrey shrugged her shoulders, then guided a forkful of potatoes into her mouth. Derek scooted a little bit closer, his leg brushing up against hers. A shiver of delight worked along her thighs, in response. She smiled, sheepishly, at him. <br><br>“So when were you planning this hot and steamy dinner?” Audrey asked, waiting to lick her lips until he looked back at her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>05-02-2019, 19:09:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/MA22noE.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Curtis "Curt" Roark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14654145#msg14654145)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff 7th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle Born<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10'', Dogwood, Unicorn Hair, very stiff and straight (https://pm1.narvii.com/6506/c464ab22ecb450fbb6fea0aab93986aa74e2fa00_hq.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> You ready for a freakshow? (https://i.imgur.com/fCUZfmu.jpg) Plus the sunglasses from avatar in his hair.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 6 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Stairs | Heading Towards Hufflepuff Common Room<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Being a shitty friend.<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Extraordinary Rendition - Sons of an Illustrious Father (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JtigvvSPJxM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Derek Darley | CLOSED </td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Seeing Derek, he felt his stomach sink a little. Curt wasn't a coward, but he did feel a little cowardly in this moment. He didn't like that feeling. He didn't like admitting that there might be something he had trouble handling, but there was just no doubting the urge to turn around and take off in the other direction. It was too late though. Derek had seen him as he popped his sun glasses down over his eyes and started calling his name.<br><br>He tensed as the other wizard wrapped a hand around his shoulder and made him turn to face him. This was worse than dealing with Dior at the moment. There was a part of Curt that was getting to the point where he didn't care what Dior did anymore. Derek wasn't his sister though and he'd treated his friend like he was her, "Hey..." he said lowly as he pushed his sun glasses back up into his hair, "I, uh..." he hadn't outright lied to Derek about his reasons for not hanging out. He had worked more this summer, but it was work that Derek would have usually come along with for, not his supermarket stock boy job. <br><br>"All summer, yeah..." they might have got a little time in together if Dior had waited a few weeks before playing her games with him, but it happened pretty much right at the beginning of the summer, "I'm not gonna say sorry, cause that's stupid," he admitted. Sorry was for people who didn't mean to do what they did. Curt had done it and he knew he had to own up to it, "I just had some stuff going on and..." Curt shook his head a little, "I didn't want to drag you into it."<br><br>"I know that's shit for an excuse," should he tell Derek the reason why? It wasn't like Derek could say it was a lie. Curt had the proof on his phone. He'd even texted Derek that night asking if Dior was home, "I just wasn't sure how to talk about it, so I just avoided it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>07-02-2019, 13:42:15</strong>
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				During the feast, the professors all sat at the head table, which positioned them in such a way that they were facing the students, as well as the rest of the Great Hall. Once Headmaster Phixyll returned to his seat, which was appropriately at the center of the staff’s table, the others applauded for him. Directly to the left of the Headmaster was Professor Miles Mulford (https://gmwpodcast.files.wordpress.com/2016/01/1.jpg), who had been working beside Phixyll for quite a long time. <br><br>“Brilliant speech, Headmaster.” He leaned in, ensuring his voice was heard. He continued to clap along with the others until the applause died down. Beside him was Professor Don Clemens (https://object.cato.org/sites/cato.org/files/authors/newpfj.jpg), who seemed to agree with the statement. “I’m eager to see who will volunteer their name for the Tournament.” He craned his head back to be heard by the Headmaster, which caused his voice to carry. Though Phixyll did not look his way, Don raised a fork toward him, as if to cheers. <br><br>Professor Joy Palmer (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/cb/61/a2/cb61a23fe70680cde5bdaa5e648a4b9d.jpg) and Professor Mae Yeong (https://images.hellogiggles.com/uploads/2017/06/19092152/Rose.jpg) were seated beside one another, and both seemed to shiver at the mention of the Tournament. Joy released a sigh and gave a look to her counterpart, who seemed to shake her head in disapproval. For one, the Tournament was simply a reminder of death, while for the other, the idea of competition in order to build comradery sounded idiotic. They both tended to their meals, quietly. Surely, they would continue this silent conversation later, in private, with alcohol in hand. <br><br>Among the staff, it was clear that varying opinions were held regarding the decision to bring back the Triwizard Tournament. While some of them were easier to read than others, two men who any would have a hard time sussing out their opinions on the matter, were Professor Wilfred Fraser (https://static.wixstatic.com/media/6f933d_67186cd3e8fb49deacd4a34ff3f1fe6e~mv2_d_1400_2100_s_2.jpg/v1/fill/w_1066%2Ch_1600%2Cal_c%2Cq_90/file.jpg) and Professor Bruno Campos (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/58/ec/00/58ec00fedb7d93de3284190862f2c54b--benicio-del-toro-cool-people-photography.jpg). The two men were eating casually, exchanging glances, but mostly keeping to themselves. Both&nbsp; men wore hardened faces which seemed to mask their emotions at any given time. <br><br>Professor Declan Bennett (https://pixel.nymag.com/imgs/daily/vulture/2018/04/26/26-seth-rogen-feature.w512.h600.2x.jpg) seemed to be enjoying himself, even if he was a little too far away from the conversation to overhear what was being discussed. Then again, maybe it didn’t matter because he was too wrapped up in his own fog. He seemed to be in a haze of happiness that was reserved solely for him. Matron Eliza Evans (https://images.gr-assets.com/authors/1373997074p5/6781.jpg), who sat nearby, appeared slightly disgruntled for some reason. Her nose wrinkled as she tried to finish her meal, as if a smell had disturbed her greatly. Near them sat Professor Nix (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/535877970401820675/538026926451720202/9780399175831_-_embed_2017_mag.png), who had made a habit of clicking his long, sharp, crimson nails against the glass goblet holding his drink. It was difficult to tell if he was bored or amused.<br><br>Adina Baumberger (https://www.chartwellspeakers.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/Mayim-Bialik-Wordpress.jpg) and Professor Kivon Gray (https://widgets.weforum.org/davos-arts-2016/content/profiles/william.jpg) were comparing notes about what the stars were telling them to expect for the school year ahead. She maintained that the year of the pig represented an increase in potential and in energy, but it could also bring some difficult transitions. He was convinced that the Chinese zodiac only affected those who were born during those years, and were not supposed to represent a fortune for everyone. Professor Magnus Collins (https://dcassetcdn.com/w1k/themeposts/635673959953796400/635673959953796386_d1c6.jpg) played eye ping pong with them both, as he sat between them, and wished that he had chosen a different seat, rather than having to listen to two adults argue about a fictitious pig. <br><br>Martin Fletcher (http://www.artnet.com/WebServices/images/ll1349105llgj5J72CfDrCWBHBAD/martin-schoeller-christopher-walken.jpg) and Brackston Knox (http://www.atlantablackstar.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/michael-clarke-duncan.jpeg) were two men who typically didn’t join the staff members for their meals. Usually, they were a bit too busy roaming the halls or grounds, making sure that everything was just right. Professor Clementine Pearson (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9d/8d/2c/9d8d2c225aaaf75f479f93a608a0669e.jpg) couldn’t help noticing how they both acted as if they hadn’t used silverware a day in their lives. She perked a brow while both men poked at their meat and awkwardly handled their utensils. With a tilt of her head, she made a genuine effort to keep from staring. <br><br>Beside her was Professor Aaliya Mandalik (https://static01.nyt.com/images/2011/09/25/magazine/25kaling1/25kaling1-popup.jpg), who had been talking her ear off since the applause ceased. “It’s a historical decision, really. Minister Granger is going down in the history books, to be sure, but I’ve a feeling we will be mentioned as well. Oh, it’s so thrilling, I can hardly wait for members of press to come barging in and demanding interviews. Ooh, I hope the Daily Prophet sends someone cute to speak to me.”<br><br>Professor Teddie Davies (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/535877970401820675/538096682412408832/636598190121111691-Danny-DeVito---high-res---photo-credit-Daniel-Bergeron.png) and Professor Bentley Hughes (http://images.nymag.com/movies/features/garyoldman111203_560b.jpg) were already agreeing to discuss their opinions on the Tournament over a game of Wizard’s chess. Davies was a competitive man and could never turn down an offer for a game of any sort. Hughes knew this, and also knew that Davies was much more familiar with muggle matters than wizarding ones, and so, he felt that ensured his imminent win. <br><br>The chatter among the staff table was kept to a respectful quiet as they all went about eating their meals. Once finished, the Headmaster excused the lot of them. Some professors returned to the staff quarters, others milled around and spoke with the students. As for the Headmaster, if anyone had paid attention, he was gone so fast, it seemed as if he disappeared into thin air. <br><br>The students had the rest of the evening to themselves and were encouraged to head to their dorms at a reasonable hour, to get some sleep and prepare for classes the following day. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Luciferia</strong> on <strong>07-02-2019, 20:16:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/eiQpxQC.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Dior Darley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658800#msg14658800)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>YEAR:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Slytherin | 6th Year</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Pureblood</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>12” | Red Oak | Rougarou Hair | Surprisingly Supple (https://i.imgur.com/jAdaS0i.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Casual Clothes (https://i.imgur.com/zTFS11W.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Friday, September 13th, 2019 | After Dinner</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Shores of the Black Lake (https://i.imgur.com/8cceKA5.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Blowing Off Steam</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><em>My body's waving a white flag... (https://youtu.be/nzLQWSNVFiE)</em></td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Curtis Roark | <strong>Closed</strong></td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/8cceKA5.png)</div>By the Black Lake, the air was crisp as the sun sunk into a low belly of clouds, casting a grey shadow onto the rest of the evening. However, despite the fact that it was not storming, the water’s surface churned with waves from the endless barrage of explosive spells Dior cast from the shoreline.<br><br><strong>“Bombarda! Bombarda! BOMBARDA!”</strong><br><br>Her arm moved like the cracking of a whip with each spell, the motion made all the easier by the pliancy of her wand. Perhaps she needed to get angrier more often because this was easily the most practice she’d given her spellwork in months. Her arm was beginning to tire after only a few moments, and sweat was forming on her brow. Thankfully, she charmed all of her makeup, so it stayed perfectly in position in spite of her efforts.<br><br>Dior didn’t care what kind of trauma she might cause to the merfolk or the other inhabitants of the lake. She was angry and something needed to pay the price. She had just taken a shower but she still felt dirty. The video she’d recorded of Curt with some slag in the library was played on repeat in her mind, and no matter how much noise she made with the explosions of water, she would never be able to un-hear the growl in Curt’s voice as he demanded his little slag to beg for him to fuck her.<br><br>At that thought, Dior gripped her wand with white knuckles and screamed <strong>“BOMBARDA!”</strong> while whipping it at the center of the lake. Instantly, spell shout out of the tip of her wand while the recoil knocked Dior hard onto her ass, landing more than a meter away from where she’d started. Wincing, she watched from the grass as the spell caused a huge explosion that sent a column of water rising 7 meters into the air. <strong>“Shit!”</strong> Dior grabbed her wand and barely cast <em>Protego</em> in time to umbrella her so that the resultant downpour wouldn’t soak her. Seconds later, the cold waters of Black Lake rained down for a moment, and then stopped completely, while the water’s surface churned and lapped up the shore as it began to settle.<br><br>Dior let the shield charm disappear and stood up from the grass slowly. She was sore from the impact and her arm would certainly be stiff for a few days but she felt like she’d finally gotten some measure of peace when she heard something whizz by her head and then clatter against the tree next to her.&nbsp; <br><br><em>“Hey, Bitch! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”</em><br><br>Her head snapped towards the voice and Dior’s heart leapt into her throat. Curt was the last person she wanted to see right now. The anger in his tone was unlike the silky smoothe one she’d recorded and it sent chills down her spine in a different way.<br><br>Still, <em>no one</em> talked to her like that.<br><br>She was still holding her wand in a tight fist at her side, eyeing him as if he were about to bring out a handful of broken glass and throw it in her face. His makeup was running as if he’d sprinted here, revealing porcelain skin underneath. For her part, she was pink in the cheek and her hair was somewhat disheveled, most unlike her. <br><br>She rolled her olive-green eyes, dismissing his anger, but folded her arms over her chest, clearly defensive.<br><br><strong>“Please, you’re <em>lucky</em> I’m the only one who was in the library. This video could be all over the maginet by now instead of in your pocket.” </strong> Her eyes cast to where his phone had clattered against the tree and then added <strong>“or over there.”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>08-02-2019, 01:30:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.tumblr.com/db11bb979b4135e1c916f67e04c31e3f/poodvww/BP2odmrme/tumblr_static_94girahss4kkwc4cwwocc4cc4.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Derek Darley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14655389#msg14655389)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw 6th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 13 Inches | English Oak | Wampus Cat Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Gray Slacks, Ravenclaw Tie, Messy slightly untucked white button up, unbuttoned jacket. <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2nd September, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall, Hogwarts<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Audrey is a choking hazard.<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Queen - Don't Stop Me Now (https://youtu.be/HgzGwKwLmgM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Audrey, Dior (M), OPEN </td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>As much as Derek didn't want to admit it, he was so utterly nervous around Audrey. Sure, he had crushes in the past at Hogwarts! It wasn't like Derek was also a fool to charm or seduction for that matter. The truth was that he simply liked Audrey, and she was so different from the other girls he liked in the past. One of the only people that he truly felt actually expressed what was on her mind, even if it was buried between layers of sarcasm. It was like a breath of fresh air. However, his heartstrings twisted him so much on the inside that he often felt like he didn't know what to do with his hands. For this reason he was stuffing his face full of boiled potato after boiled potato. Until his mouth was utterly dry that he needed to wash it down with pumpkin juice. <br><br>Derek nodded his head to the comment about dying. She had a point... dying sucked. He should probably avoid it too if he intended on hitting first base with Audrey. Another gulp went down his throat, but he was feeling especially thirsty. <br><br>'<em>Am I gonna need to, like, rent a Cheer leading costume and some pom pom’s and cheer for you from the sidelines?</em>' Audrey said. His eyes grew wide inside of the cup. He thought of Audrey there in a cute, tight top. Cheering him on with a smile and kicking her legs up in the air with a short skirt that may even flash her panties--<br><br>Derek gulped and suddenly spewed pumpkin juice back into his cup. Wiping it from his chin and coughing into the sleeve of his wrinkled jack. "Wh...wha..." he tried to catch his breath, but he kept coughing. Boy, Audrey was really throwing him through the ringer. He was happy he was sitting down, because these new jackets weren't as forgiving at hiding his standing ovation for Audrey as their old robes were. "...<em>ahem</em>... What I mean to say is that would be very sweet of you, if you did that. If I so happened to get picked..." Derek thought about it again. He wasn't a particularly well performing student, and never really saw a situation where herbology and potion making could bring great wizards down. He had always been an 'assistant' kinda guy. It even showed in his friendships with Curt and the shadow he often walked around in with Dior. <br><br>Maybe that's why he liked Audrey so much. She made him feel really special. Even that comment made him feel like she put him on a pedestal. Suddenly Derek turned to Audrey and something clicked in his head. Was it that Audrey, just maybe, was into him in the same way he was into her? <br><br>It caused a dumbfounded look to come across his face. The look carried over into Audrey calling him out about Dior and he shrugged his shoulders. There was no way Audrey knew what was actually going on between Derek and Dior, and there was no way he was going to let something like that get in the way of what he could have with Audrey. Things had been a little rough with Dior ever since the summer. Maybe it was the universe telling him it was time to reset. Move on. Go on a date with Audrey. <br><br>"What are you doing tonight?" Derek said wiping his mouth again and deciding he was done with potatoes. Eating around Audrey was a choking hazard, and truthfully she satisfied him well enough. "Legit, you may not get to speak to the devil, but I can show you a few cool things that I'd like to consider my personal Hell," Derek said wiggling his shoulders in an awkward way of trying too hard. Noticing that trying to look laid back and cool just made him look moronic. He called himself out, and stopped. <br><br>"And... it would be really nice to hangout with you alone," Derek added. However, the comment was selfish. Mostly because he wanted Audrey alone so he could maybe brew some chemistry between them, and also because he didn't need the prying eyes of others to watch. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>08-02-2019, 04:26:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static1.squarespace.com/static/53ef0880e4b0439bf8d24521/t/58ddd961d482e98aafe37dfc/1490934161317/the-laterals-evan-peters-1.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Derek Darley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14655389#msg14655389)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw 6th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 13 Inches | English Oak | Wampus Cat Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Gray Slacks, Ravenclaw Tie, Messy slightly untucked white button up, unbuttoned jacket. <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 6th of September, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Stairs Leading to Hufflepuff Common Rooms<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Awkward friend hugging<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Ween - Don't Get 2 Close (https://youtu.be/bShJ3bXzDVM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Curt, CLOSED </td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>For a moment Derek found himself a little offended! The look on Curt's face said it all. It admitted guilt and he could no longer give his best friend the benefit of the doubt. He took a step back and his hand fell to his sides. Flipping his jacket backwards in anger and then placing his hands on his hips. Leaning into Curt with an expressive "What the fuck mate?" look on his face. Curt was stumbling through his words and ignoring Derek's question. Avoiding that just as he did him all summer. <br><br>Derek was about to get into a tangent about all the sad selfies he had taken of himself this summer. However, that's when Curt started opening up to Derek. They had been friends long enough for Derek to know that whatever it was--well it was really messing with him! At first Derek thought that maybe Curt had decided to stop doing stunts, but that was proved false when he saw his social media posting. Still, the way he was tip-toeing around it made Derek feel like maybe it was something that Derek did! The way Curt looked at him--it was almost like Derek was with the guilty party. However, whatever it was really eating up his friend! One summer of ghosting was not enough for Derek to give up his loyalty to one of the closest people he knew. <br><br>"Mate," Derek said in a concerned tone. Then he reached out and grabbed Curt's arms. Pulling Curt's into Derek's clunky and clumsy arms for a friendly and kinda awkward hug. It was an odd moment. Maybe it was because Derek was smelling like Bug Slime (which he was working with earlier in potions). It wasn't the most proper or masculine thing he could do. In fact, it was kinda weird, but Derek really wanted Curt to feel better. This always worked for his mom, Dior, and other people in his life. Would it work for Curt?<br><br>"Mate... You don't gotta be ashamed about feeling bad. You can talk to me. I'm your bro... remember before any of those hoes that bring us down," Derek smiled and patted his hands on either side of Curt's shoulders before pulling away at a more respectable and conservative for the British distance. "Is it the job? Your mum? Your dad?" Derek was looking into Curt's face, as if somewhere in there it was hidden. <br><br>"What happened in the summer doesn't matter. You're my friend, and I want to help. You're right, it's stupid to feel sorry about it, cause it's over," Derek shrugged his shoulders. Letting it go. Maybe it was just because Curt got some tail, but Curt always told him about his booty adventures. Like a yapping puppy, refusing to take no for an answer, Derek pressed and tried to figure out what was going on with Curt. He was already avoiding him. How much worse could it get?&nbsp; "I just want to make sure you're ok, mate," Derek said.<br><br>He wanted his friend back. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>08-02-2019, 13:53:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.vanityfair.com/photos/5884e18f9a46ec0e311bfdf6/master/w_768,c_limit/sundance-2017-aubrey-plaza.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Audrey Thorup (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14662805#msg14662805)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fourth | Ravenclaw <br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle born <br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 ½ | Larch | Snallygaster heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Ravenclaw uniform (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/53/e9/47/53e947cfa3e486f27561656454291927.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September 2019 | Evening <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall | Ravenclaw table<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Bitches love me<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Mindless Self Indulgence - Bitches (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_lZjm5YQmw)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Derek | Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Derek was really cute. Audrey especially liked how sometimes her bawdy words caught him so off guard, that he wound up coughing and nearly choking. Maybe it meant she had an asphyxiation fetish, or something. “Breathe, Derek, breathe!” She emphatically told him, a hand patting his back. She turned to the side, speaking to no one in particular, but earning the creeped out looks of several peers. “We’re not gonna lose him, not again!” Derek managed to catch his breath again, but if he continued eating while she carried on saying outrageous things, it was only a matter of time before his next bout would take over. <br><br>He cleared his throat and corrected his wording so that this time he was actually saying words and not hacking his lungs out. Audrey’s smile was visible when he called her sweet, but then when he mentioned ‘if’ he got picked, her lips sank into a frown. “So you are planning to enter.” She said, flatly. She supposed she should have been happy for him. But the whole ordeal felt so much like the Hunger Games to her, that she just couldn’t bring herself to support it. Maybe she’d organize a student protest - keep the champions from harm’s way by literally blocking their paths. Then again, in the magical world, it was probably pointless.<br><br>She changed the topic to Dior and in the back of her mind, wondered if talking to her blonde friend would help in convincing Derek not to participate. Not that she could trust Dior with even a coffee order. Her dark gaze strolled from Dior in the distance to Derek beside her, and she was pleasantly surprised to see that he was looking back at her, shrugging off the comments about his sister. Audrey couldn’t blame him. Didn’t he get tired of the spotlight always being on her? He must have. <br><br><em>”What are you doing tonight?”</em> Audrey almost didn’t catch the question, blinking at him as if she needed another moment or two to process his words. “Um… nothing.” She admitted, knowing it sounded lame. But, it was true. And there was a hint of hopefulness in her somewhat robotic tone, hinting that she was hoping he took the hint to mean that she wanted to make plans with him. “I mean, it's only the first day back. I don't have my voodoo dolls made yet.”<br><br>He offered to show her his own personal Hell and then shimmied his shoulders, making her chuckle. “Okay, Shaq.” Derek stopped as quickly as he started, but that only made Audrey continue to chuckle. He admitted that it would be nice to get to spend some time alone with her and she couldn’t keep her brows from waggling back at him. <br><br>“Trying to get me alone, I see.” She nodded appreciatively, trying to squash her nervousness with weirdness. “As long as you aren’t planning to sacrifice me on the altar, I think that sounds… brilliant.” She purposely said the word that so many Brits liked using, with as much of an ambiguous American accent as possible. Audrey leaned away, taking one last swig of juice, then turned on the bench seat to face him, which caused her skirt to open and kept her legs apart - straddling the seat. It was something she often did - forgot she was wearing a skirt. <br><br>“I’m ready for a <em>hell</em> of a time... If you are.” She couldn’t tell if she was being too obvious. At this point, she didn’t really care. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>09-02-2019, 00:01:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/baAUpfm.gif)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Angela Tilbury (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674503#msg14674503)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Slytherin, Third Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 15 inches, Fir, Unicorn tail hair, Rigid<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Slytherin uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2 September 2019 - Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall | Slytherin table<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Reading a book by a tree<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Lara Fabian - Je suis malade (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dVvlmpo5g9k)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dior, Rex, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Angela wasn't paying attention to the speech or what was happening around her. She briefly heard the mention of the Triwizard Tournament but it didn't interest her. She had no intention of participating and couldn't care less who became champion. They'd be forgotten soon enough or the tournament banned again. She focused on her food, eating in silence, but a certain voice at their table caught her attention.<br><br><em>"You know we have to enter our names, right?"</em><br><br>Angela turned her head towards the recognizable voice that said such words, noticing the familiar face of Dior, and then Rex's, both 6th years at the uni level. She didn't expect Dior to be interested in the Triwizard Tournament to the point of actually participating. She imagined her more interested in dating the champion, though if she thought about it, maybe Dior wanted a taste of glory herself. After all, she was Dior. Rex on the other hand was a humble guy, much like Angela herself. She didn't know them too well, just like they didn't know her too well, but Slytherins stuck together, as the most hated house of Hogwarts. <br><br>"If you become champions I'll root for you both," Angela said to their attention with a soft smile. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>12-02-2019, 04:10:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.tumblr.com/db11bb979b4135e1c916f67e04c31e3f/poodvww/BP2odmrme/tumblr_static_94girahss4kkwc4cwwocc4cc4.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Derek Darley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14655389#msg14655389)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw 6th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 13 Inches | English Oak | Wampus Cat Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Gray Slacks, Ravenclaw Tie, Messy slightly untucked white button up, unbuttoned jacket. <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2nd September, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall, Hogwarts<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Audrey is a choking hazard.<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Queen - Don't Stop Me Now (https://youtu.be/HgzGwKwLmgM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Audrey, Dior (M), OPEN </td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Derek paused for a moment. He was never a man to really excel at anything. He always had mentors or others who would assist him to just be average or just above average. The idea of entering a competition where he could prove himself was appealing to Derek. Even if he thought the chances of him actually being picked were extremely low. Still, he took the sarcasm as a bit of a miscommunication that maybe Audrey wanted him to join. Maybe she would be impressed by him joining and he could prove himself to be a 'tough guy' rather than a 'kinda nerdy' and 'clueless romantic' that he was. He pushed out his chest a bit when she confirmed that he was putting his name in the cup grinned pointing his thumb to his chest. <br><br>"Well, yeah, I mean it's only going to pick the people that it thinks most likely to win and represent the school? Well, I suppose I'll leave it up for the cup to decide," Derek grinned and looked at Audrey. Again, he couldn't tell from her expression if she was actually impressed or not. <br><br>Luckily the subject changed to his favor. Audrey was free tonight and he better <del>shag</del> snag her before some handsome viking from Durmstrang or romantic French speaking snob from Beauxbatons stole her away. Already he could see her getting along with the sarcastic French and that put a bit of urgency and haste in his movements. His fingers slipped to his hair as he patted it down on his head, "Voodoo dolls? Is this why I was having random pains in my crotch this summer?"<br><br>However, the reassurance that Audrey would go out with him in the evening brought a smile to his face. "Ahh, fuck it. You can have a Voodoo doll with me. Just save the kinky shit for me and not the doll, alright?" Derek added. Feeling that bit of comfort that he only had ever had with Dior in the past. Then he came to the realization of what he said and blushed awkwardly again. "Not that... I assume... you're into ... that kinda stuff... yeah," Derek cleared his throat. No pumpkin juice for an excuse this time.<br><br>Licking his lips, he found her faking the British accent so adorable on her. In truth, if they would alone he would have kissed her right then on impulse. Instead his eyes lingered with hers a bit long and he cocked a smirk. "Alright, Audrey. No promises about human sacrifices though," Derek laughed for a moment. Then looked around the room to see if anyone was hopping in on their conversation. In truth, he actually had a secret to share with Audrey, he wasn't just trying to lean in close and smell a whiff of her shampoo or brush the stubble from his cheek accidentally against her own cheek. Still, he took his opportunity to brush those pretty brown locks aside, and lean into her ear. <br><br>"Meet me outside after everyone was went to bed. Near the Whomping Willow," Derek's breath was warm. His lips lingered against her earlobe a bit too close. How he eagerly wanted to nibble on it, but held back. Audrey was so incredibly intoxicating up close. It was a wonder a woman like her would ever agree to go on a date with him. "Bring some boots and warm clothes," Derek added before slipping to the side of her cheek and giving it a quick peck of his confident lips. Nothing more than what a friend would from afar, but with the context of their future... it was definitely more than the friendly sort. <br><br>"And don't be late, love" Derek said leaning away with a wink before grabbing a roll off of the table and chomping into it with gusto. A triumph smile on his face. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>12-02-2019, 10:27:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/c28238be97b73e9550f85b271cac9983/tumblr_otdw2vnyAd1v8rsz5o5_400.gif)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Rhys Morahan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14664047#msg14664047)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor, 6th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 inches, Chestnut, Dragon heartstring, Flexible<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Gryffindor uniform (https://www.costumekingdom.com/images/product/medium/adult-gryffindor-student-harry-potter-costume.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September 2019, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> More obnoxious behavior<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Florence + The Machine - Dog Days Are Over (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iWOyfLBYtuU)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Loveday Marley, Mackenzie O'Hare, Joanna Zipporah Batherson, Quinn Ogden, Open<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> N/A</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><em>"Wey aye man I got balls, ten inch iron ones, they been in your face every year, when I'm ne busy dunchin whoever's about to quit playing as your seeker with 'em."</em><br><br>Rhys laughed in response, joining her in her own laughter. He observed her addressing his housemates, a smirk on his face as he shamelessly undressed her in his mind. <em>Feisty one you are,</em> he thought. <br><br><em>"Whos gan be the backup next year? Head to the doc now, skip the rush."</em><br><br>A bit of banter never hurt anyone, or at least Rhys was of that view. He crossed his arms over his chest as she showed him her middle finger and sat down. <em>She must be on her period,</em> Rhys thought, about to reply something worthy of his wit. <br><br>"Facts say otherwise, hon, but stay in your delusions, fam," he replied, lifting his index and thumb on both hands and making a rectangle shape with them around his face. "This is the face that'll win the Triwizard Tournament, not your ugly mu-"<br><br><em>"Ach! Sit down, you twat!"</em><br><br>Rhys looked down at Mack who had interrupted him. She was disposing of her book and finally mingling with the rest of Gryffindor. <em>About time!</em> he thought, feeling like messing with her. <br><br><em>"You're gettin' your chubby all over the dressin', put the measuring stick away and eat somethin'."</em><br><br>Rhys sat down and looked at Mack with a dubitative pout. <br><br>"Mack, you might be a fine bird and all but the more you talk, the more I realize that the Scots and the Scousers are the reason nobody likes us Brits," he said with a shrug, before looking at the food in front of him. <br><br>He was now hungry and Loveday was already an afterthought, one he might savor with a quick wank later. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>12-02-2019, 17:47:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SXrLTpO.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Curtis "Curt" Roark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14654145#msg14654145)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff 7th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle Born<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10'', Dogwood, Unicorn Hair, very stiff and straight (https://pm1.narvii.com/6506/c464ab22ecb450fbb6fea0aab93986aa74e2fa00_hq.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Suspenders are in, right? (https://i.imgur.com/wDlKFLx.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Friday, September 13th, 2019 | After Dinner<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Shores of the Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Fucking pissed! All the language!<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Blood//Water - grandson (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rc_8tbGhXUc)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dior Darley | CLOSED<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Carried over from Dior Darley - NSFW (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300117.msg14672271#msg14672271) </td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>When she turned, Curt felt his heart skip a beat. He remembered first meeting her and Derek. It was his second year and their first year. Curt hated how cliche it was, but he had fallen for the pretty, skinny, blond, rich witch pretty much the minute he saw her. It was terrible, but he'd only really started talking to Derek because he found out that the other wizard was her twin brother and he thought if he got to know Derek he would have a good in to talk to Dior. It hadn't worked out quite that way. Derek ended up being the one he got close with and Dior was the ever constant pain in his chest. He thought he could impress her with a few of his stunts, so he asked them to come to a party that summer. Derek had been amazed when he hammered a long nail into his nasal cavity, but Dior had been disgusted. <br><br>He remembered asking her out for the first time. He thought if they just went out on a data, she'd see a different side of him. Curt could clean up and behave properly. He honestly thought that Dior would appreciate that he could be a well rounded sort of person who had a dark side and a light side. Instead, she laughed in his face. He spent the last five years taking shots at her while she did the same to him after that. Yet let Dior get to him sometimes. All she had to do was catch him alone, bat her eyelashes, touch his chest a little, and ask him for something. Curt would almost always do it.<br><br>The incident at the party last year had made it more difficult. The three of them were at a party and he was sober. Curt always kept sober if he was doing stunts. Too much room for dangerous error if he was drunk. Derek and Dior were drunk, Dior moreso. Derek didn't want to leave his sister alone, but he had also wanted to chat some girl up. He'd asked Curt to watch her. So he did. He sat with her on the couch and listened to her taking drunk shots at him while flicking through his media feeds on his phone. Drunk Dior was more tolerable than sober Dior at times. She mostly just talked. They were alone and she started getting a little heavier in her drunk ramblings. Curt had never heard her talk that way before. It felt almost more genuine than sober Dior was on a day to day basis. They talked for a few minutes before she clicked the camera on her phone on and kissed him. Before he could say anything, she sent the short video off and passed out next to him.<br><br>That eventually lead to her little game with him over the summer, which was leading to this now he supposed.<br><br>Five years he had spent hung up on her. It pissed him off more at himself than at her. He felt stupid, "The fuck is wrong with you?!" he snapped as she said he was lucky she was the only one who saw him that night, "You had no fucking right, Dior! What kind of person sees someone doing that and decides to video them instead of just leaving?! Are you seriously fucked in the head?!"<br><br>"So what now, Dior?! It wasn't good enough for you to fuck with me over the summer? You just needed to do it again? Is this some kind of threat? You want something and if I don't give it to you, you're gonna send that to everyone?!" he threw his arms out in question. Curt had shown Dior how to break into Ravenclaw, he'd done homework for her, he'd helped her hide her drinking from her parents; she had to know he wouldn't so easily give things to her after what she did over the summer. Was this some kind of blackmail? What would the school do if they got hold of the video? Expel him? Curt did a lot of stupid stuff, admittedly the contents of that video wasn't the brightest night of his life, but he usually kept it below the expulsion line. He took care not to do any of his harsher stunts on school property and never did anything outright dangerous during the year. Yet he was sure video proof of him choking a girl while fucking her in the library would be grounds for expulsion. It wouldn't matter that it was consensual. The fact was that no school could risk not punishing someone for something like that and risk the video being seen by the wrong people and blaming the school for it. Was Dior that petty? Right now, after this summer, he believed she was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>12-02-2019, 18:46:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/gphgVpH.gif)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Mackenzie “Mack” O’Hare (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674148#msg14674148)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fifth, Gryffindor<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-Blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> Beech / 12” / Horned Serpent Horn (https://i.imgur.com/xVVNflt.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Black skinny jeans, white t-shirt under her Hogwarts Jacket and a loose Gryffindor tie at the neck.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2nd September, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Banter and food<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gryffindor table</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Mackenzie folded both hands beneath her chin, blinking up at Rhys like some movie star harlot basking in the adoration of fans and paparazzi alike. The cheeky smirk on her face was proof enough that she didn’t take his comments too seriously. What was friendship, without some bantering? Boring, that’s what, and you could always count on Rhys for a good laugh. Either because of his brilliant commentary or the amusement any spectator had when watching a raging bull inside of a fine china shop.<br><br>She especially enjoyed watching how he handled arguing with some of the professors on campus. It never failed to give her a good laugh.<br><br>“That’s jus’ cus you’re no’ used tae carryin’ a conversation wi’ women,” she replied, layering on her accent as thick as possible just to grate on him. “You may actually get pas’ their knickers if you do more than strut around like a peacock, pokin’ yer willy at every skirt that swished by.” Finished with her potatoes she began to poke at some mutton with her fork, debating if she were still hungry or not. “I canno’ wai’ till the other schools arrive…” How long until someone from Beauxbatons puts a jinx on Rhys? Or until a Durmslag tries to punch someone’s lights out? It was going to be damn amusing, and Mack was quite eager to cause her own stir of trouble.<br><br>She grinned, much in the way a fox might after cleaning out the chicken coop and got away with it. Mischievous, a little dangerous, and ready to cause more trouble.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>12-02-2019, 19:17:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/MA22noE.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Curtis "Curt" Roark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14654145#msg14654145)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff 7th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle Born<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10'', Dogwood, Unicorn Hair, very stiff and straight (https://pm1.narvii.com/6506/c464ab22ecb450fbb6fea0aab93986aa74e2fa00_hq.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> You ready for a freakshow? (https://i.imgur.com/fCUZfmu.jpg) Plus the sunglasses from avatar in his hair.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 6 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Stairs | Heading Towards Hufflepuff Common Room<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Being a shitty friend.<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Extraordinary Rendition - Sons of an Illustrious Father (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JtigvvSPJxM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Derek Darley | CLOSED </td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Mate. Curt used to hate how much Derek said that, but over the years it had grown on him. Only Derek was allowed to say it to him without him rolling his eyes. It was affectionate between them. It was a sign of their friendship that he tolerated it and even expected it. He'd feel weird if Derek didn't call him <em>mate</em> at least once during a conversation. He had kind of missed hearing it. It was outside his usual personality, but Curt lowered his head a little. He knew he was in the wrong. He had let his situation with someone else affect his friendship and that was wrong. <br><br>He didn't lift his head until he felt Derek hugging him. It was a little awkward, but not entirely so. Hell, Derek had seen him naked, pulled things out of his body, seen him bloodied up, and they had even fooled around once in an attempt to have sex that ended with both of them realizing it would be too weird. The hug only felt awkward because they were at some kind of impasse in their relationship. Curt was a physical person and it felt kind of nice to hug his friend. Even if they had never been big on hugging before. And why did Derek smell like bug slime?<br><br>Pulling out of the hug, he let Derek ask his questions, feeling the other wizard's hands on his shoulders. Keeping him grounded and keeping him from avoiding the situation anymore. Lie. His heart screamed at him to spar Derek from the drama and just lie. Tell him that it was work and it was starting to depress him. Tell him that his parents were refusing to support his future goals and it was stressing him out. Tell him that his brother was sick again and it was just hard. Luckily, Curt was capable of listening to his brain, "I know you want to help, cause you're the best mate a guy can have. I just...I didn't want to get you involved. I thought it might be hard on you..."<br><br>That was a terrible excuse and he knew it, "I didn't want to drag you into my shit with your sister. It's hard seeing you without her showing up sometimes," he finally admitted, "Your sister pulled some shitty stuff on me this summer and it was just easier to distance myself from the both of you than to deal with it," it felt like weight off his chest, but it didn't make him feel better, "If you weren't aware, your sister is a fucking bitch," he was sure most people couldn't get away with saying that to Derek, but he was sure his friend knew how Curt felt about his sister at this point. He was either madly in love with her or felt like she was Satan incarnate.<br><br>Sighing, he leaned back against the stone wall and crossed his arms, "I'll be fine. Really."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>12-02-2019, 20:15:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/9c/06/82/9c068228aa3266123dae6792efa9da15.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Quinn Ogden (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14654292#msg14654292)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor 2nd Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half Blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11.5'' | Beech Wood | Rougarou Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Absolute fashion. (http://s15.radikal.ru/i188/1108/2a/4ff0bbf9e9ee.jpg) Plus that awful girls cut uniform jacket.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Grand Hall | Gryffindor Table<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong><br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Pose - Naomi Smalls (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FLgcmd8-bK8)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Joanna | OPEN</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Quinn wasn't so sure about things changing when the other schools showed up. House Pride was taken to a disgusting level in their opinion. If anyone asked for their thought on the subject, they would say it was time to put the Hogwarts Houses into the Hogwarts: A History book and move on to a more standard dorm practice that the No-Maj community used for their upper level schooling. Why did they even have to live on campus anymore anyway? Not that Quinn didn't enjoy being here, but it felt like the non-magical community got a lot of advantages in certain aspects that they weren't granted at the ages they were. The first day of school felt like an inappropriate time to bring all of that up though. So they kept it simple, "We'll have to see about that."<br><br>"They are wonderful shoes. I'll have to show you a pair I picked up over the summer sometime. I think you'll rock them better than I can," Quinn smiled as they picked at a piece of bread, "Curt? Really?" that was surprising. They hadn't known Curt all that long, but they got the feeling that the role of assistant tended to fall to Derek Darley. They would have to ask the stunt pulling wizard about it at some point, "That sounds fun. I don't think I've heard your band yet, you'll have to send me some of your stuff," Quinn was always on the look out to expand her contacts list with people who were involved in that sort of thing. One could never know how someone was going to turn out once school was over and Quinn wanted to be in touch with all of them.<br><br>"Mine was great. Mom had to go to Central America for Ministry work and I went with. It was great. Did some photoshoots while I was there. It was very...liberating," their mother had been out of her mind furious when she found out that Quinn had done a topless photoshoot for some weird underground wizarding magazine. She was convinced that Quinn's topless pictures were going to be all over maginet and that they were going to get attacked or something. Her mother couldn't see the fashion side of it, "Mom about had a heartattack when she found out," which made Quinn smirk, "I thought the pictures were tasteful."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Luciferia</strong> on <strong>12-02-2019, 23:27:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/HzWsD53.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Dior Darley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658800#msg14658800)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>YEAR:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Slytherin | 6th Year</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Pureblood</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>12” | Red Oak | Rougarou Hair | Surprisingly Supple (https://i.imgur.com/jAdaS0i.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Black Dress Robes, As Pictured | Emerald Green Heels (https://i.imgur.com/UCnODJc.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>September 2nd, 2019 | Evening</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Hogwarts Great Hall | Slytherin Table</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Waiting, Listening, Glaring</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Ain't gon' feed you, I'mma let you starve (https://youtu.be/H1Yt0xJKDY8)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><strong>Rex Steele</strong> | <strong>Angela Tilbury</strong> | Open</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MENTIONING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Rhys | Loveday | Derek | Audrey</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><em>“If you become champions I'll root for you both.”</em><br><br>Dior looked over as Angela broke her infamous silence. She was not surprised to learn that the wallflower had no ambition, but that was not to say she was any less disappointed. She frowned.<br><br><strong>“You’re not even considering it? Why?”</strong><br><br>She didn’t know Angela personally, but Dior was nothing if not a social butterfly and despite her general attitude, she kept tabs on everyone regardless of social status. Still, she knew next to nothing about the mysterious witch despite her network of gossiping busibodies. Angela had never made an appearance at one of Dior’s parties, or any other party, at least not that Dior had seen. It would have been quite easy to miss her though --&nbsp; Angela had all the makings of a total knockout but she lacked the spine.<br><br><strong>“I’m rooting for Hogwarts no matter who the champion is, but it should still be one of us.”</strong><br><br>Dior drew a line with her eyes to where Loveday and Rhys were loudly squaring off, arching her brows high on her head as if this proved her point. <br><br><strong>“Look at those animals,”</strong> she said, shaking her head in true disgust. Truly, Dior had very few prejudices when it came to houses -- though she personally would be mortified to be placed in Hufflepuff, she didn’t actually think that the badgers were any less capable -- however, in her experience, being a Slytherin came with all sorts of prejudices. It wasn’t her fault she was a rich, Pureblood Slytherin! Her family had 0 affiliation with The Dark Lord or the Death Eaters and yet it was the token response for any Hufflecunt or Gryffinbore who wanted to sling shade. It wasn’t her fault that other people weren’t as ambitious as she was. Sure, she’d been raised with a silver spoon in her mouth, but she still needed more. <br><br>Everyone else needed to rise to her level instead of expecting her to take jewels from her crown to share with them.<br><br><strong>“They snub their noses at us because of what a handful of wankers from the 80’s from our house did, but will cry out for equality and fairness in the same breath.”</strong> <br><br>Out of the corner of her eye, Dior saw Derek and Audrey cozying up to one another at the Ravenclaw table. She folded her arms over her chest, ignoring the food in front of her. A girl didn’t remain under 45 kilos by indulging, though it didn’t stop her from using her fork to move food around as if she were going to eat it. <br><br><strong>“Angela, you need to believe in yourself more. You probably won’t get picked but you should throw your name in anyway. Maybe you’ll start to think like a champion.”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>13-02-2019, 11:33:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/c28238be97b73e9550f85b271cac9983/tumblr_otdw2vnyAd1v8rsz5o5_400.gif)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Rhys Morahan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14664047#msg14664047)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor, 6th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 inches, Chestnut, Dragon heartstring, Flexible<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Gryffindor uniform (https://www.costumekingdom.com/images/product/medium/adult-gryffindor-student-harry-potter-costume.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September 2019, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> More obnoxious behavior<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Florence + The Machine - Dog Days Are Over (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iWOyfLBYtuU)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gryffindor table<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> N/A</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><em>"That's jus' cus you're no' used tae carryin' a conversation wi' women. You may actually get pas' their knickers if you do more than strut around like a peacock, pokin' yer willy at every skirt that swished by."</em><br><br>"Oh I can converse, fam," Rhys assured her with a nod, pretending not to notice her thicker accent. "I tell a lass how pretty she is, how interesting she is, how funny she is, but fuck me, blud, at one point I'm tired of lyin', I want a piece of that arse, cuz," he added, shrugging. "I went on a date with a bird a couple weeks ago, yeah? Dinner and all, fish 'n chips, a British classic. She looks at me disgusted then tells me she's a vegan. Is she mad!?!?"<br><br>He looked at her stabbing mutton with her fork and considered doing the same. He prepared himself a plate while talking with Mack, putting an assortment of poultry goodies, steak, bread, sauce, no vegetables. If only he could have a pint of fine brew as well. He had to give credit to the kitchen elves, they knew how to cook, even though they looked dirty and all. <br><br><em>"I canno' wai' till the other schools arrive..."</em><br><br>"Meh," Rhys let out, disagreeing with a slight shake of the head. "The bloody French and a bunch of brainwashed weirdos from Emmerdale Cup countries, innit? I bet there's at least one fine French lass out there, dying to meet a real man, though," he said, shoving a piece of chicken in his mouth and chewing vividly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>13-02-2019, 12:11:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/baAUpfm.gif)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Angela Tilbury (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674503#msg14674503)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Slytherin, Third Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 15 inches, Fir, Unicorn tail hair, Rigid<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Slytherin uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2 September 2019 - Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall | Slytherin table<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Being pragmatic<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Lara Fabian - Je suis malade (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dVvlmpo5g9k)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dior, Rex, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Dior seemed confused by her statement and Angela hoped she wasn't taking offense to her words. <br><br><em>"You're not even considering it? Why?"</em><br><br>Angela's heart rate slowed down slightly as she realized that was what confused her. <em>Would she have preferred if I competed with her?</em> Angela wondered, trying to make sense of Dior's words as she listened to her.<br><br>"I don't really care who wins it, to be quite honest," Angela explained with a light shrug. "I'll root for anyone I know that's chosen."<br><br><em>"I'm rooting for Hogwarts no matter who the champion is, but it should still be one of us."</em><br><br>"Can't say that I agree with that sentiment," she replied with her usual neutral tone, eyeing the other tables as Dior did the same. They might all be acting friendly, but they all chatted shit behind others' backs, especially behind Slytherins'. A Beauxbâtons or Durmstrang student winning the tournament wouldn't change anything. It would all be forgotten a year later regardless of the winner's origin or name.<br><br><em>"Look at those animals. They snub their noses at us because of what a handful of wankers from the 80's from our house did, but will cry out for equality and fairness in the same breath."</em><br><br>She didn't really know what to say to that so she remained silent, more often than not a wise choice. <em>Slytherin will always be the unloved one, the <acronym title="marginalized house">casa marginada</acronym>,</em> she thought. Competing with three other houses over status was pointless. In the grand scheme of things, houses were irrelevant. They only mattered if you had connections within the Ministry or elsewhere, and there was favoritism or discrimination at play. With Granger as Minister of Magic, chances of the latter were slim, considering her history. In the end, your family name had more importance. A Darley or a Tilbury had more weight than say a Morahan. As much as Granger made history by being the first Muggle-born Minister of Magic, the value of her name rested entirely on her shoulders. Sometimes Angela wondered what that must feel like and if it was any better than the weight of expectations and pressure a pureblood family like hers had. <br><br><em>"Angela, you need to believe in yourself more. You probably won't get picked but you should throw your name in anyway. Maybe you'll start to think like a champion."</em><br><br>Angela smiled, not bothered by Dior's choice of words. She had her own plan, her own path lying in front of her. The first steps had already been taken a while ago. <br><br>"It's not for me... If anyone can represent the Tilbury family at the tournament it'll be Patrick," she said, referring to her 7th year brother, seated further up with other 7th years. Angela looked away from the other tables and stared at Dior's pretty hazel eyes. "The only way my name will be in the cup is if somebody else puts it in for me," she added, hoping no one would actually do that. Magical binding or not, she had really no intention of participating, even if by some nightmarish turn of events she was chosen as a champion. The cup could fuck off, then. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>13-02-2019, 16:10:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.vanityfair.com/photos/5884e18f9a46ec0e311bfdf6/master/w_768,c_limit/sundance-2017-aubrey-plaza.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Audrey Thorup (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14662805#msg14662805)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fourth | Ravenclaw <br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle born <br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 ½ | Larch | Snallygaster heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Ravenclaw uniform (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/53/e9/47/53e947cfa3e486f27561656454291927.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September 2019 | Evening <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall | Ravenclaw table<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Bitches love me<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Mindless Self Indulgence - Bitches (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_lZjm5YQmw)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Derek | Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>“Hmmm,” Audrey tilted her head and flashed her chocolate gaze at Derek, a bit of skepticism on her features. “Not sure it works that way.” Maybe it did, for all she knew. It wasn’t like she was exactly familiar with the goblet of fire. “I think it just, like, randomly spits out names.” Her eyes widened a little as she explained her thoughts on the matter, making them look even larger than they normally did. Which was already pretty buggy, at best. “We’re basically forced to watch it regurgitate folded up slips of paper, and they call it a ceremony for some reason.” <br><br>Audrey rolled her big, doe like eyes. “I wonder who was the genius who thought that up.” The cynicism in her voice made it clear that despite her words, she actually wasn’t all that curious at all. But, if the goblet were somehow magically inclined to pick the names of each student that best represented each school, then she wondered if he would be chosen. With a glare of her eyes scanning around the great hall, she glanced around at some of the others who might enter their names. How did Derek measure up against them?<br><br>Well, she was sure he stacked up like a plate of never ending pancakes. But she was obviously biased.<br><br>Audrey grinned at Derek’s query about crotch pains all summer. “If you’ve been experiencing <em>pain,</em> then I’m likely doing something wrong.” She let her implication linger, giving him a side eye that might have spoken volumes, if so many of her expressions weren’t exactly the same. He requested that she save her kinky affinities for him rather than the doll and Audrey’s grin grew even darker. “I’m not sure you can handle how kinky I can get. Which was why I was using the doll.” She nodded. It was a little too hard to tell if she was being serious or not.<br><br>Audrey took another few bites of dinner, perhaps shyly avoiding eye contact with Derek, but by then, it wasn’t clear. Maybe she was just hungry for more food. Derek couldn’t promise not to utilize a human sacrifice and immediately Audrey did a little shoulder shimmy. “In that case, I’ll bring my ceremonial dagger.” His laughter was soon echoed by her own, then it was her turn to lick her lips, except unlike when Derek did it, she took a moment to suck on them each. <br><br>A lull passed in their conversation. Not that Audrey minded very much. She was used to awkward silences. Especially after she had just said something off color. But, in Derek’s case, he was peering around, not to search for an escape route, but rather, to make sure that no one was listening in on their conversation. He leaned in a little closer, rubbing his cheek against Audrey’s in a way that made her nuzzle his cheek in turn, which probably looked like a very awkward display. Like two giraffes scratching cheeks. <br><br>He whispered to her, plans to meet at the whomping willow after lights out. Audrey held her breath, feeling his hot breath caressing her ear and wishing for his teeth to scrape her lobe. It was already hard enough to focus on his words, though. So Audrey kept relatively still all the while. The mention of warm clothes and boots had her curious, though being outside at nighttime in the fall made that an obvious choice, when she thought more about it. Then she felt his mouth press a sure kiss against her cheek. <br><br>Audrey released a sigh of contentment, her lashes closing and sealing her eyes shut. What she wanted was to block out the rest of the world, to relish this moment. Maybe she could stand on the Ravenclaw table and demand that everyone GTFO so that she and Derek could have some much needed privacy. If that were to happen, she’d need to let people know not to come back inside the great hall, no matter what strange noises they may have heard. He tore into his bread after pulling away, making her instantly miss his nearness and body heat. <br><div class="floatright">(https://i.gifer.com/2bBX.gif)</div><br>“If this is some kind of prank, I will bite your head off.” She said, flatly. As if to cement her seriousness, she flashed him her teeth like they were fangs, imitating a growling sound. “And if not, then you’re in for quite a treat. I can bang you way harder than the branches of that tree ever could,” somewhere in the midst of her delivery, she lost her composure and gruffly giggled into her food again. He had gotten her pretty worked up. Audrey didn’t envy the vibrator she brought with this year. That thing was certain to need lots of charging, at this rate. <br><br>Best to end things on a high note, or so Audrey had heard somewhere once. So, she finished up her food and excused herself from the table, leaning over Derek’s shoulder and hovering rather close to the side of his face. “I’d better go get ready.” Not that she even knew what time it was. But, maybe the sooner she went to her room, the quicker it’d be time to sneak out. “And I’d never be late. Unless you make me late.” She leaned away then, thinking her words were sexier than they actually were. With that, Audrey took her leave from the hall and headed back to Ravenclaw tower, to her own dorm room.<br><br><hr><div align="center"><em>End.</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Luciferia</strong> on <strong>13-02-2019, 18:56:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/eiQpxQC.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Dior Darley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658800#msg14658800)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>YEAR:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Slytherin | 6th Year</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Pureblood</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>12” | Red Oak | Rougarou Hair | Surprisingly Supple (https://i.imgur.com/jAdaS0i.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Casual Clothes (https://i.imgur.com/zTFS11W.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Friday, September 13th, 2019 | After Dinner</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Shores of the Black Lake (https://i.imgur.com/8cceKA5.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Blowing Off Steam</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><em>My body's waving a white flag... (https://youtu.be/nzLQWSNVFiE)</em></td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><strong>Curtis Roark</strong> | <strong>Closed</strong></td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/8cceKA5.png)</div><br>The last time Curt had been this close, Dior had kissed him.<br><br>The memory of that night was never far from her thoughts. She worried it until it unraveled her like the tugging of a loose thread on a poorly made tapestry. She’d gotten drunk, too drunk, <em>blackout</em> drunk, which was something she swore she’d never do. It was so sloppy, so unseemly! If any of the creeps or slags who hated her had seen her, she’d have woken up injured or worse.<br><br>Thank Merlin Curt was there. He had been a part of her life for her entire Hogwarts Uni education and at first, she’d been annoyed and disgusted by his dark and dangerous theatrics, which she labeled as <em>“vile and outlandish to the point of revulsion.”</em> Why they hell would he waste a perfectly good face on glam-rock face paint, let alone smash it into a pile of broken glass, or ruin his lips on lightbulbs?! But, she'd grown used to him and in time her disgust morphed more into concern for his health. <br><br>And, to her great delight, Curt was always there, ready to be used, whether it was homework, late assignments, or keeping secrets from her parents during the summers he was over, he had proven his Hufflepuff loyalty time and time again. Over the years, she’d gotten to know him better than she realized and thought she saw glimpses of the man behind the mask. The man who wanted to improve himself, who started to see more in himself and begin to take his craft seriously. She thought perhaps that garish goth makeup was a look to keep the world an arm’s length away – just like how she used her personality to control things so that the world only knew about her what she told it. <br><br>Throughout it all, Curt was honest. Kind. Funny. A great friend to Derek, and Not only to Derek, who had quickly become his best friend, but to Dior and everyone else he came into contact with. Somewhere along the line, something had changed. <br><br>He was always around, looking out for her, being all noble… Curt went from being her brother’s annoying friend to being like another brother…<br><br>That summer when she kissed him was the first time she’d ever been honest with her feelings for him. Yes, the kiss had come after being snubbed by her brother for some slag in a blue dress, and video of her kissing Curt was taken for revenge, but Dior had been ready to kiss him well before she actually did it. If she had been sober and acted upon these feelings (like Derek had been urging her to do for months at that point) then there was a chance that things would have ended with a rousing chorus of Kumbaya.<br><br>Instead, she’d been drunk, like a dumb slag.<br><br>She woke the morning after with a foggy recollection of the night’s details but her phone revealed the video she’d taken of her essentially <em>throwing herself</em> at Curtis Roark for a smooch. Dior was mortified. The video was short and she’d only sent it to one person (her twin), but there was no mistaking the puffiness of her eyes that indicated she’d been a crying cow. And of course, there on video, Curt was the perfect gentleman. He hadn’t even known that she was going to kiss him but he didn’t capitalize on the moment by grabbing or tonguing her, and merely let it happen without making a scene.<br><br>Goddamn him.<br><br>The video was damning to say the least, but more so, Dior feared what she might have divulged to Curt while in her drunken stupor. She had too many skeletons in her closet to be getting drunk like that. Thankfully, Curt knew nothing of her taboo perversions, a fact she had thoroughly checked, but the damage had been done and the verdict was clear: Curt was too close. If she let things go on the way they were in her heart, then he’d only end up hurt, and she and Derek would be outed as deviants. A softer voice in the darker recess of her mind reminded her that if she were to get in a relationship with Curt that she’d actually feel as if she owed him the truth… Dior wouldn’t live with that kind of guilt. It was better to nip it in the bud, but perhaps she’d been a bit <em>too</em> firm. She had saved the texts between them, going back to reread them from time to time whenever she spent too much time watching the other video she had of Curt – the one that spurred him to come down to the lake and toss his phone at her.<br><br><em>“The fuck is wrong with you?! You had no fucking right, Dior! What kind of person sees someone doing that and decides to video them instead of just leaving?! Are you seriously fucked in the head?!”</em><br><br>Dior scowled, folding her arms over her chest as she stuck her chin out in defiance.<br><br><strong>“Uh, are you really asking why I wouldn’t waste a perfect opportunity to blackmail one of my enemies?”</strong> She lifted her eyebrows as if to say <em>“well?”</em> and then rolled her hazel eyes. <br><br><strong>“You act like I went out of my way to catch you shagging when I was minding my own business, in public. <em>You’re</em> the one who came in with some slag and shagged her half out the window without having a look around.”</strong> Her words were like darts, each one coming out like a bullet to make a point. Her head tilted forward and to the right as they squared off, holding her wand at her side.<br><br><em>“So what now, Dior?! It wasn't good enough for you to fuck with me over the summer? You just needed to do it again? Is this some kind of threat? You want something and if I don't give it to you, you're gonna send that to everyone?!”</em> When he threw his arms out in anger, Dior stepped suddenly back. Regardless of the fact that she was certain that he wouldn’t hurt her on purpose, the snake did not take kindly to being cornered by the badger and instinctively recoiled.<br><br><strong>“I haven’t sent it to anyone else!”</strong> she snapped, as if that exonerated her of any wrongdoing. Her lower jaw was sticking out defiantly, but almost as if she were pouting. She chewed her lip irritably as her eyes flickered from his intense blue gaze. He was staring down at her and even though he was only 7 centimeters taller, the look in his eyes was boring a hole into her mind that sent a ripple of excitement into her lower gut.<br><br><strong>“And I won’t. Consider it a friendly warning. The next person who catches you might not be as forgiving as I am.”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>16-02-2019, 01:29:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SXrLTpO.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Curtis "Curt" Roark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14654145#msg14654145)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff 7th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle Born<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10'', Dogwood, Unicorn Hair, very stiff and straight (https://pm1.narvii.com/6506/c464ab22ecb450fbb6fea0aab93986aa74e2fa00_hq.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Suspenders are in, right? (https://i.imgur.com/wDlKFLx.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Friday, September 13th, 2019 | After Dinner<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Shores of the Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Fucking pissed! All the language!<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Blood//Water - grandson (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rc_8tbGhXUc)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dior Darley | CLOSED<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Carried over from Dior Darley - NSFW (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300117.msg14672271#msg14672271) </td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Enemy. That's how she saw him. Some kind of enemy. It hurt almost as much as realizing he'd been fucked with while he was sitting alone at that resturant waiting for someone who was never going to show up. Sure, they weren't exactly <em>friends</em>, but he hadn't seen her as some kind of enemy. But that was how Dior was. Everyone was an enemy. Everyone was a danger to her. Curt knew that. He'd known that for a long time now. She was very well guarded about herself and he'd obviously got too close. Part of him understood some of the things she did to push people away, but as far as he was concerned, this was over the line. She'd done her damage over the summer and he'd kept his distance, and then some, since. What did she have to gain from letting him known she had a sensitive video of him? It seemed counterproductive. <br><br>Dior had to know he would confront her about it. If she wasted her time to push him away over the summer, why do this?<br><br>Curt knew the answer and he wasn't shy about saying, "Because you're a right cunt, Doir," he spat out in anger, "But you already knew that. You've known that for a long time."<br><br>"I don't need your fucking warnings. Send it to anyone you fucking want, Dior. Just remember, I'm not the only one in that video. It's not just me you'll be getting into trouble and how would people like knowing you sat around to watch me fuck someone? Little Ice Bitch sat around getting her rocks off watching Curt fuck some girl in the library. I feel sorry for whatever sorry ass man you trick into being with you. His dick will probably fall off when he sticks it in that ice cave you call a vagina."<br><br>Unafraid of what she might do, Curt moved forward fast and got close to her face, "You're a much better person when you're drunk. Maybe you should take up being an alcoholic you fucking cunt."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>16-02-2019, 10:03:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DjYE0tFXoAIeXVz.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Joanna Zipporah Batherson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665444#msg14665444)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Third year gryffidor<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> muggle<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 11 in. / Pine / Rougarou hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 13th September(friday the 13th!), Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> music room, Hogwarts<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> OPEN </td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr>Joanna leaned her head to the left till a familiar crack signaled the release of tension from her neck. She groaned softly and reached up with her right hand to massage the back of her neck. Nimble fingers working over the tense muscles for a short moment. She sat in the momentarily quiet music room, having been hidden away in there for some time. The sun had set long ago, in all honesty, Joanna lost track of time. Though she often did when losing herself to the creative flow.<br><br>She sat staring at the notebook sitting in the lap, a pencil flicking back and forth in her left hand as she wiggled her fingers. The tip of the eraser tapping a fast-paced beat on the pages before her. Around her sat dozens of torn out pages, some crumpled up and discarded, some simply set aside as if being saved for later. But all contained some part of the song Joanna had been working on for some time now.<br><br>The tune had been eating at her brain for days now, and finally, some words had started to form. So as always Joanna set to putting words to paper before they could escape her grasp. Once more she read over what was on the page at the moment and nodded. The musical back up to the song playing within her mind as she started tapping the beat out on her lap so she could connect to it more.<br><br>Looking up Joanna closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The words coming from deep within her as they always did, each song filled with some small part of her being. "Gotta raise a little hell. Youngblood, run like a river. Youngblood, never get chained. Youngblood, heaven need a sinner. You can't raise hell with a saint. Youngblood came to start a riot. Don't care what your old man says. Youngblood, heaven hate a sinner. But we gonna raise hell anyway." her voice strong and filled with a sensual nearly badass feel as the lyrics slipped past her lips.<br><br>"Raise hell, yeah, Raise hell. Somebody gotta, gotta raise a little hell. Baby drop them bones. Baby sell that soul. Baby fare thee well. Somebody gotta, gotta raise a little hell. Somebody gotta, gotta raise a little hell. Somebody gotta, gotta raise a little hell." Joanna smiled as her body swayed to the music echoing through her head. She could hear it all, the raging thunder of the base and guitar echoing off the walls around her. The crowd going wild and chanting the lyrics with her. The night seeming to become filled with an almost addictive chaotic energy. "Youngblood, stand and deliver. No need for a queen affair. Youngblood gotta pull the trigger. When the whole world running scared."<br><br>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zgT_mV1Pv5w
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>17-02-2019, 02:03:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/gphgVpH.gif)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Mackenzie “Mack” O’Hare (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674148#msg14674148)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fifth, Gryffindor<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-Blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> Beech / 12” / Horned Serpent Horn (https://i.imgur.com/xVVNflt.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Black skinny jeans, white t-shirt under her Hogwarts Jacket and a loose Gryffindor tie at the neck.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2nd September, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Banter and betting? <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gryffindor table</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Rhys had just propositioned her with the idea of friendly competition, although she didn’t think he realized it just yet. As soon he suggested finding himself some French pink, she grinned wide and set her elbow on the table like a heathen, before then leaning in with waggling eyebrows and a devious smirk. “Sounds tae me like we need tae place a bet.” Say one thing about Mackenzie O’hare. Say she liked to compete. Win or lose, she always had a good time. And when it came to sex, well… she <em>always</em> had a good time. Man? Woman? It was fair game with her.<br><br>“Ten Galleons,” she bargained, holding up two fingers, before pressing them together in an obscene way. “Says I ge’ more of that honey than you. Two schools, plus Hogwarts, more opportunity tae play.” The hand making the rude gesture grabbed up the fork again, where she chewed at her dinner and contemplated the challenge. “Whoever has the most tail by the end of Halloween wins the round. Gives you plenty of time tae learn your charms. You in?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>17-02-2019, 06:03:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static1.squarespace.com/static/53ef0880e4b0439bf8d24521/t/58ddd961d482e98aafe37dfc/1490934161317/the-laterals-evan-peters-1.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Derek Darley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14655389#msg14655389)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw 6th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 13 Inches | English Oak | Wampus Cat Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Gray Slacks, Ravenclaw Tie, Messy slightly untucked white button up, unbuttoned jacket. <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 6th of September, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Stairs Leading to Hufflepuff Common Rooms<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Umm... What?<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Ween - You Fucked Up (https://youtu.be/6Se9vvLsVUI)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Curt, CLOSED </td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Derek paused for a moment and looked at his friend. He looked really bothered by something and Derek continued to feel that rock in his stomach reminding him that he had been a shitty friend and not been there for him. He had missed him so much this summer. Maybe Curt had finally caught wind that Derek was kinda an awkward guy with no high regards. He was average at classes and a sidekick at best. It was only last year that he really started to come into his own making friends and having little love interests here and there. Shining to the side of Curt's spotlight, as he spent evenings laughing with his sister sneaking into the Ravenclaw rooms along with Curt. Last year was by far the best year... and he anticipated so much more this year. <br><br>To come back at a barren field of friendship and even awkwardness with his sister too was starting to really fuck with Derek. <br><br>"We're as thick as thieves, mate. You don't have to worry about bringing me down," Derek then slipped his hands from his arms. Curt felt grounded and didn't seem like he was going anywhere. If Curt did, Derek would chase after him. That's the kinda friend that Derek was. <br><br>However, his face grew a bit dark when he mentioned that it was his sister that was causing him angst. He had thought the two were getting along well! "What do you mean?" he began to say taking a step back. Maybe Curt was on to something. Derek wanted to tell Curt not to call Dior a bitch, but this wasn't the time. Derek needed to know what Dior was up to, and why he was fucking with his friendships.<br><br>"Curt," Derek said in a very stern way this time. His eyes narrowed as he was growing a bit heated. "I won't cause more problems for you, but I need to know what Dior did... It must have been really bloody bad," Derek began to think of what Dior could have done that was so bad. Did she comment in a terrible way on one of his videos? Did she insult him through text. There were so many possibilities when it came to Dior. The man usually seemed like he had skin thick as steel. Or at least a body like steel with the way he treated it. <br><br>"Maybe it was my fault if it was near the end of the summer. We had some awkward... talks about ..." Derek wanted to admit that he had told Dior that they needed to focus on separating and establishing themselves outside of twins. For Dior to find a proper man that could maybe become a husband one day. It was what Granddad wanted. It's what Derek and Dior needed. The wizard world wouldn't accept a pair of pureblood incestuous twins. Even though Derek was so close to Curt, and had wondered if Curt suspected the nature of his relationship with his sister, he didn't dare to tell Curt to upset Dior even more this year.<br><br>"... We had some talks about family priorities and the future. It's kinda awkward and I think she's been pretty pissed at me about it. I'm sorry, mate, if it rubbed off on you," Derek added. Not knowing that this situation with Dior was the beginning of the summer, and his concerning conversation with near the end. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>17-02-2019, 13:18:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/157248580/superthumb.jpg?t=1421326786)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Hayley Alexandria Michelson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665439#msg14665439)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff / 4th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> HALFBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 in. /Acacia/Thunderbird tail feather<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> this (http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o0JnlpFJVRE/VFDPf4y1a1I/AAAAAAAAPJs/2n8ZA2Z4ZDc/s1600/ebba_1.jpg), and a pair of sneakers<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 12th September, LATE evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Library, Hogwarts<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> OPEN </td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr>Late one evening, deep within the dark library stacks. Almost no creatures were stirring, only a little-lost mouse hidden away. With books and scrolls were scattered around her and a lantern lighting her way. Hidden between the tall stacks lost to research was Hayley. She sat at a large wooden table, scrolls and books all settled in around her. One charmed quill scribbling away to her right, a pen in her hand as she made even more notes. Her head bobbed lightly to the song that she played on her wocpod headphones.<br><br>Hayley had been busy for hours, buried under a mountain of information about the Triwizard tournament. She'd gone all the way back to the first tournament and begun working her way forward. In the notebooks around her was a collection of stats. They covered the individuals that had been chosen, as well as the events that had taken place. She'd also made notes on the strategies they used and made a few notes of what other possibilities she might have chosen. She still hadn't made it to the last tournament. But it wasn't like people had no idea what happened during it. Still, Hayley knew she'd have to cover the horrible events the had occurred.<br><br>After a moment Hayley reached her hands up and stretched a bit. Her body becoming a bit stiff after sitting over her study material for long. "Hmm magical shrubbery," Hayley spoke to herself and pushed from her seat. She stretched once again before turning up the sound her headphones (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AZ8RzwZbg9A∈dex=96&amp;list=PLQpgRIi2BRCyLsL79Wpff-f-_m_OaqQ54). A small smile playing over her features as she balanced on her toes for a moment. Her hips started to shimmy...shimmy shimmy...shimmy as the playful bubbly energy started work through her system. And she started to dance freely because no one was looking. &nbsp;(https://media1.tenor.com/images/0c35dbb7ae284b15382dc8f167e5a024/tenor.gif?itemid=5390789) Turning around Hayley started to scan over the shelf behind. Her body still shimming to the beat as her fingers trailed over the various titles.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>18-02-2019, 05:16:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/3d/59/07/3d5907ad1382a4def0eb0075c2bc128a--evan-peters-man-candy.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Derek Darley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14655389#msg14655389)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw 6th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 13 Inches | English Oak | Wampus Cat Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Blue Jeans, White T-Shirt, Gray and Black Jacket, Messy Trainers<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September 2019 | Very Late Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Grounds<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Sneaking around with Audrey<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Kevin Abstract - American Boyfriend (https://youtu.be/muU_ERWCgJA)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Audrey, CLOSED </td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://pm1.narvii.com/6144/e7de7c9f03904e11bd88393df1aa5391e0e3e86b_00.jpg)</div>The Whomping Willow was located on the Hogwarts Grounds and was possibly the most famous of it's type. If anything, it prevented the students from walking anywhere near it and also venturing too far out past it's direction. It stood like a tense, angry set of vines that had grow thick of the years. More stubborn in it's movements to thrash any passerby, and for that reason a lot of people avoided it. It proved to be a perfect spot to get away and do something suspicious. It also proved to be a great spot to take Audrey out on a first date. If there was one thing that Derek liked about the woman was that she was a little fascinated with odd things like he was. Most people would have rolled their eyes for Derek to force them to sneak and walk out in the cold at night, but not Audrey! <br><br>In fact, she seemed rather existed about it at dinner. Derek gulped nervously and remembered that honeyed comment about her banging him harder than the branches of the tree. He wasn't quite sure how to take that, but he did know that he wanted to shag Audrey. Not just because the woman was fucking gorgeous, but truthfully because Derek had been crushing on her since last year. There was that general want to be desired by her that bled to more than sex, and if dinner was an indicator -- tonight may up ending to good night where he could hit a few of those bases that Audrey's American heritage would call baseball. <br><br>That thought carved a smirk into his face as he paced along the outer boundaries of the tree. Thinking of how she would bite his head off if it was a prank. He hoped she liked this date so she didn't go biting any other things off. While he paced he tossed a small vial in the air. Catching it with the same hand. It held a silvery green looking liquid. No more than a few milliliters and with the packaging it looked like it was homemade by Derek himself. The same reusable vials and corks that were stained from years of reuse. It wasn't like Derek couldn't buy all the supplies he needed with the Darley funds, but he had a nostalgic way of latching on to things.<br><br>The tree sensing his closeness and it was wiggling it's branches alive it's tense stems and branches. It was like it could smell Derek as he walked the edge of the parameter. Taunting the tree and making it sway its branches toward him as she continued to walk in a half-moon circle around it. He was so calm and poised about it. His movements practiced. He wouldn't dare say to Audrey, but this was something that he had done many times with his sister Dior. However, that part of his life was over... or at least paused for the time being. They needed that distance. <br><br>Derek shook his head. Not wanting to think about his twin when he was antsy and so utterly excited to take Audrey on this date to his hell. Looking up toward the castle, he ran his hands through his shaggy black hair. It didn't look like he used a comb to manage his messy hair before the date... even if there had been plenty of time. Derek gave an air of 'he just didn't think about it.' <br><br>Audrey wasn't late, but Derek rather early. He didn't want to risk being late to someone like Audrey. Who knew what she would do to the voodoo doll of him? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>20-02-2019, 21:09:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/c/c3/154884595671951051.jpeg/836px-154884595671951051.jpeg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Rex Steele (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14656421#msg14656421)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>YEAR:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Slytherin | 6th Year</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Pureblood</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>9” | Cedar | Dragon Heartstring | Unyielding (https://i.etsystatic.com/15750233/r/il/825775/1361751958/il_1140xN.1361751958_e3cj.jpg)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Black Suit, As Pictured | Rainbow Corgi Boxers (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61p4QhTJNbL._SX385_.jpg)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>September 2nd, 2019 | Evening</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Hogwarts Great Hall | Slytherin Table</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Food</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>How long must you wait for it? Oh, for it (https://youtu.be/x9FGn-K2Frg)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Dior Darley | Angela Tilbury | All Slytherins</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MENTIONING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td> - - </td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Rex glanced from Dior, an outspoken girl, to Angela, a quiet girl, then broke eye contact. He snickered quietly, scratching his beard, rubbing at Dior's kiss. "Same, yeh. If y' get <em>involuntarily</em> picked, I'll help some." He raised an eyebrow subtly before lowering it. His mouth is small as he adds, "If yah brother gets picked, I'd dee same. Dior is right. We Slytherins oughta redeem ourselves, git out of shadow, dem ancient devils. Finally..." He sips from his goblet, lowering his eyes and going silent again, not wanting to impose or influence too much. He was not very biased about Houses. There was no difference; everyone was lawful evil. In all honesty, Rex Steele was fixated on the years ahead, his career mainly. This Triwizard Tourney was the event of the year, the hot topic on everyone's minds and lips. It did not make him money or take him any closer to his dreams of owning a chain of Steele gastropubs. He could only hope to attract more customers to his family's pub in Hogsmeade, but other than business and academics, he was neither eager nor keen on anything this year. In a way, he was ambivalent about it, more amused than not. <br><br>However, his tie, this damned tie... Rex fiddled with it more until it was striped diagonally with all four House colors. The miserable shape, he grimaced. Why was it so oddly shaped? He half-heartedly straightened it out in silent and swift charmwork until it matched his vision. It was all right now. For now. He returned to chewing a biscuit. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>21-02-2019, 00:48:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Hi7D4eI.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Audrey Thorup (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14662805#msg14662805)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fourth | Ravenclaw <br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle born <br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 ½ | Larch | Snallygaster heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Gray sweater in picture and dark jeans, with all black Converse<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September 2019 | Very late evening <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Dorm | Whomping willow<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Is it cool if I hold your hand? Is it wrong if I think it's lame to dance?<br>Do you like my stupid hair? Would you guess that I didn't know what to wear?<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Mindless Self Indulgence - Sex for Homework (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qAMxr7JwxN4)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Derek | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Many students avoided the whomping willow tree. There was little to no appeal to visit it, after all. The tree was ugly as could be, with its nearly bare, twisty branches and the trunk that almost looked like a gigantic insect’s cunt. Not that Audrey spend long thinking about animal’s privates. However, Audrey was one of the few students at Hogwarts who liked visiting the tree. There was a line of solitude, where one could sit and observe the tree, without its branches whipping through the air and threatening to strike a deadly blow at a moment’s notice. <br><br>Audrey liked to sit at that line and teeter over the edge, extending her legs just a little and testing the enchanted tree to find out exactly where its limits were. It would bristle all over, extending its branches as it prepared to wallop any in its path. She would talk to the tree when she was bored or lonely, or a combination of the two, which was often the case. Whenever its branches would start to move, she felt as if the tree was attempting to talk back. It was sentient after all, but only when it sensed movement. <br><br>So, when Derek whispered that they should meet at the whomping willow for their first date, Audrey had to wonder how many times he ventured there. Was he ever there at the same time she was, and just didn’t want to interrupt her oddities? Even if the answer was no, she had to think it meant something that Derek picked that place, of all places. Hogwarts castle had so many nooks and crannies, so many beautiful sights and magnificent places, yet the whomping willow was hardly a favorite place for most. Maybe it was one of those underappreciated places.<br><br>That evening, after getting herself ready for a little longer than necessary - due in large part to changing her mind about makeup, hairstyle and outfit choices - Audrey crept out of her dorm and the castle itself, into the dark of night, her heart thumping at the idea of what Derek had in store for her. She bit her lip as she got closer, finally walking normally and ceasing the creeping, stalking, slouching walk she had adopted when she was making her way over. Clearly, by the time the tree was within her view, she no longer needed to worry about being followed or spotted. <br><br>She caught Derek pacing back and forth in front of the tree and beamed, waving at him and extending the gait of her already long stride, to reach him that much quicker. “I didn’t think you’d beat me here,” she muttered when she reached him, wrapping her arms around herself as a slight shield from the cold. “Well, at least you weren’t beat by the willow.” Audrey perked her brows and licked her lips, noticing the vial in his hand, and its silvery green hue. “What’s this? Are we going to pull a Romeo and Juliet? Oh my god, how tragic. I love it.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>21-02-2019, 23:40:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://gl-images.condecdn.net/image/JnRkM4o1Gxg/crop/1440/0.5235602094240838/f/inthefrow_glamour_18oct18_insta_sf.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674643#msg14674643)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor | Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggleborn (?)<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 ½ inch | Pear | Unicorn Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (http://s3cdn-test-lookbooknu.netdna-ssl.com/files/looks/medium/2015/02/12/4313263_tumblr_nd51g6Sxyn1qbqqkho1_500.jpg?1423755160)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Sunday, 15 September, 2019 | Lunch time<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> A not so new face<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Psy - New Face (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OwJPPaEyqhI)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Angela | Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Grace was running late for lunch. It was hardly an unusual occurrence for the platinum haired girl to be tardy, though she tried her best to keep from running late for classes. Yet, since she only wore a watch if it went with her fashion forward outfit, Grace was reliant on her smartphone for the time. Yet, when on a walk through nature, it wasn’t often that she tugged her phone from her jacket pocket and regarded the time. <br><br>However, when her stomach started to growl at her, she knew she had been walking along the shore for too long. Grace hurried away from the edge of the lake and huffed and puffed as she walked at a rather steep angle up the slanted slopes that led to the marsh. “Phew,” she groaned aloud upon reaching one of the very few trees that resided there. Hunched over slightly, Grace took a few moments to catch her breath. <br><br>When she straightened up again and turned to head toward the castle, she noticed Angela, sitting with a book, leaned up against the base of a larger tree. “Whale, whale, whale.” She murmured, pointing to the lake behind them, as if that would explain the reference to her pun. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” she dropped her hand, then tilted her chin toward the book in Angela’s lap. “I was just headed back in for lunch. But, I had to pop over and say hi to my one and only fashion blog fan.” Grace chuckled, referring back to Angela’s comment to her post about fall outfits. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>23-02-2019, 00:11:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e5/b4/fd/e5b4fdcf53950ca187eb25ef041cca2d.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Michael Oakes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14703824#msg14703824)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff / 7th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle-Born<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 14" | Sycamore | Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> A blue T-Shirt, A rugged jacket and combats all scratched and marked.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 12th September, LATE evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Library, Hogwarts<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> For once studying late<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Hayley, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Michael was not one who usually buried himself in books. But for once he had a particularly driven purpose. Learning about the magical beasts that would be a part of the Triwizard tournament. For most learning he preferred the practical, but with the international event Michael did not have access to practical learning methods. So instead he had to force himself to settle in and read. He was dying for the day that they would all arrive, allowing him to much more actively improve his knowledge. But that day hadn't arrived yet, and he was stuck educating himself on the creatures that would be involved by spending time in the library. Or at least the late evenings. Already since returning to the school Michael had spent most of his daytime outside among any animals and woodland he could find. <br><br>He'd been there around an hour so far. Noting down the species and beginning to compile initial information. Despite being known as an active learner and not one who studied well he was remarkably diligent when it came to detailing creatures. So far since becoming a part of the wizarding world Michael had compiled any information he could learn about magical creatures, most particularly chronicling his own experiences and comparing them to those of others to see if he could provide his own perspective. He certainly wasn't under any impression he could do better, but the more eyes on a source of information the better. So far he'd filled a few old books, and had his latest beginning to compile initial notes and prepare pages to fill with his own experiences handling the new, exotic creatures in the coming months.<br><br>Despite his frame he'd been relatively out of sight and quiet, paying great attention to his work when he was distracted by the sounds of Hayley dancing. He couldn't yet see her past the book cases, but after a few moments he stood with a smile and moved to investigate. When he caught sight of her he recognised Hayley in a heartbeat. Her hair alone was more than distinct enough for Michael to know it was his fellow hufflepuff dancing about a little chaotically. Perhaps she'd got bored of her own studying. He was pretty sure he'd caught sight of her when he came in, and it looked like she'd already been there a few hours. Michael couldn't help but grin as he watched, slightly shaking his head and wondering when she'd notice. Not wishing to watch in silence he called out a greeting. "Evening Hayley!" He hoped the volume was just right to be heard over her earphones, guessing they were loud enough to drown out his footsteps. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>24-02-2019, 10:09:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/c28238be97b73e9550f85b271cac9983/tumblr_otdw2vnyAd1v8rsz5o5_400.gif)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Rhys Morahan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14664047#msg14664047)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor, 6th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 inches, Chestnut, Dragon heartstring, Flexible<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Gryffindor uniform (https://www.costumekingdom.com/images/product/medium/adult-gryffindor-student-harry-potter-costume.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September 2019, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> More obnoxious behavior<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Florence + The Machine - Dog Days Are Over (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iWOyfLBYtuU)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gryffindor table<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> N/A</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><em>“Sounds tae me like we need tae place a bet.”</em><br><br>Rhys looked at her, elbow on the table, a smirk on her face. He knew that look. She was challenging him. He lifted his chin and smirked as well, up for it. <br><br><em>"Ten Galleons."</em><br><br>He watched her fingers and shook his head, not believing her. That was fifty quid. Would she really be giving that way? <br><br><em>“Says I ge’ more of that honey than you. Two schools, plus Hogwarts, more opportunity tae play.”</em><br><br>"Eh..." he let out, neither committing nor backing away from the challenge. <br><br><em>“Whoever has the most tail by the end of Halloween wins the round. Gives you plenty of time tae learn your charms. You in?”</em><br><br>"Hmm, might be too easy for you to lure a bunch of those virgins," he said, moving his head to indicate the Hufflepuff table next to theirs. "But 50 quid, you sure? Seems a bit low. How about we do 50 quid or ten galleons, yeah, but we add a little extra. How about... Loser has to do what the winner says for a day?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>24-02-2019, 21:58:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/3d/59/07/3d5907ad1382a4def0eb0075c2bc128a--evan-peters-man-candy.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Derek Darley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14655389#msg14655389)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw 6th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 13 Inches | English Oak | Wampus Cat Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Blue Jeans, White T-Shirt, Gray and Black Jacket, Messy Trainers<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September 2019 | Very Late Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Grounds<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Sneaking around with Audrey<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> KEVIN ABSTRACT - ECHO (https://youtu.be/6-FC9l8dJaM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Audrey, CLOSED </td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>It was late, but truthfully Derek was a night owl. It's why he was late to absolutely everywhere in the morning and rather sluggish. It seemed that all of his energy was channeled by the dark pulses of the night and that's when there was a pep in his step. Even right now he was almost skipping along the outline of the Whomping Willow. The vial in hand as he rolled it in-between his fingers with such gusto. As if it held the secret to exactly what he wanted. His mind was stuck in thoughts of anticipation. Thinking of Audrey's quirky humor. The locks of her beautiful brown hair. That smile... which some thought was rather off-putting but it made a stir inside of Derek that he hadn't quite anticipated. There had been crushes in Derek's life -- some even proved to be fruitful, but this beginning chemistry he had with Audrey was unreal and unlike anything he had seen before. <br><br>He didn't want to fuck it up. <br><br>Still, a smile was on his face until Audrey approached him from behind. He jumped back, luckily not anywhere within the reach of the Whomping Willow starting to stir awake now that there were two people threatening to get close. In a way, Derek wondered if the tree could smell him in anticipation. As if it knew that some sort of shenanigans was about to happen. There was a bit of shock in Derek's eyes when he saw her and they were wide. However, they softened when he realized it was her and how beautiful she looked. Gods, he wanted to kiss her there but he would wait. Instead he reached out and gave her a tight but brief hug. His cheek with very little stubble pressed against his cheek. He smelled her hair. He just saw her at dinner, but he wanted to remind himself of the enticing smell. <br><br>"Audrey! You came... I was a little worried, because it wouldn't be the first time that ... well, never mind," Derek slipped his arm behind his head and scratched the back a little nervously. In this time she had already saw the vial in his hand, and it just made his lips move into a devious smirk. "Both of us dying before we even get to first base? I'll pass," Derek said with that same smirk. Then he bit his bottom lip, looking a little more nervous as he held the vial and then said to her. "I... I have to do something but you're going to excuse me for it. Alright?" <br><br>Derek then reached out to her hair and grabbed one singular strand near the back. In the process, his fingers swam through the locks. Gracing the sensitive skin near the back of her neck as he tried to find a thin one. One that wouldn't hurt when he... <em>YANK</em>. Derek pulled a hair out of her head and then uncorked the vial with his teeth. Dropping it down into the silver liquid as it began to turn a color of green. A small sizzle and puff of smoke as it changed. Derek smiled. It was a good sign and he jammed the cork back in and gave it a good shake.<br><br>"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I know. You can hit me later," Derek said leaning over and planting a kiss on her forehead. He was excited now. Potions always got him a little feisty. Derek fished his hand back into his pocket and pulled out another silver vial. The same size as the one he was showing Audrey. Looking rather beaten up and nearing the end of it's use. He was hoping that Audrey wouldn't have left and went home right then and there. Then shared to all the other Ravenclaw girls that he was a creep who liked to collect hair in vials. That was totally not what he was planning, even if that's what he was doing exactly.<br><br>"Now take this..." Derek said handing her the green vial that he had just created. "It's easier if we just do it rather than I explain it. It's just too many questions. At the count of three we're going to throw the vial over in that direction. You see where that stump is?" he pointed a few yards away. There was a rather large stump of a tree that was probably once beaten and bruised by the Whomping Willow before it was cut down. "You're going to throw that vial there at the count of three. Then we're going to run... don't stop running no matter what happens, alright?" <br><br>Derek grabbed Audrey's free hand. Assuming she took the vial and then gave her a stern look. "Do you trust me?" Derek asked with his nervous eyes. However, the Whomping Willow was already stretching it's stressed and tense branches and Derek knew that there time was running thin. Quickly he then said to Audrey, "Alright... <strong>3</strong>...<strong>2</strong>...<strong>1</strong>!!" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>24-02-2019, 23:18:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/pIMHRav.gif)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Angela Tilbury (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674503#msg14674503)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Slytherin, Third Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 15 inches, Fir, Unicorn tail hair, Rigid<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Slytherin uniform<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 15 September 2019 - Noon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Reading a book by a tree<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> The Lumineers - Angela (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_II0fc7hgNY)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Grace, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><em>"Whale, whale, whale."</em><br><br>Angela lifted her eyes from her book, keeping a finger on her page as a temporary bookmark. She hadn't detected Grace's presence until she spoke. Angela turned her head slightly towards the lake, her eyes looking at the body of water Grace was pointing to. <br><br>"<acronym title="What?">Que?</acronym>" she said, surprised and confused slightly, but a soft smile soon appeared on her face. <br><br><em>"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt, I was just headed back in for lunch. But, I had to pop over and say hi to my one and only fashion blog fan."</em><br><br>"Oh," Angela let out, still absorbed by the grim world of Ian Rankin's writing. She looked at Grace's outfit and a light chuckle escaped her mouth. "Hello Grace. Well you've always had an eye for it, as you're showing today again, I see."<br><br>She on the other hand was wearing the school uniform, nothing particularly fashionable. Angela hadn't eaten yet either, but didn't particularly like eating with others. Lunch was the time for social circles and hers were all over the place, therefore difficult to mange in the setting of lunch. She did go from one circle to another at times, eating with a few people quickly just to show up, but it was generally more practical to eat by herself. It ended up being quite the lonely ride, however. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>25-02-2019, 04:08:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/MA22noE.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Curtis "Curt" Roark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14654145#msg14654145)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff 7th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle Born<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10'', Dogwood, Unicorn Hair, very stiff and straight (https://pm1.narvii.com/6506/c464ab22ecb450fbb6fea0aab93986aa74e2fa00_hq.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> You ready for a freakshow? (https://i.imgur.com/fCUZfmu.jpg) Plus the sunglasses from avatar in his hair.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 6 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Stairs | Heading Towards Hufflepuff Common Room<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Being a shitty friend.<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Extraordinary Rendition - Sons of an Illustrious Father (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JtigvvSPJxM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Derek Darley | CLOSED </td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Curt did worry though. He knew that Derek and Dior were close. They were twins after all. If it really came down to him or her, Curt was sure Derek would ultimately chose his sister. He really had no interest in making his friend have to get into a situation where he had to make that kind of choice. He'd just needed some space from the twins, but that break turned out much longer than he intended and it seemed weird to try to break it. He felt like he had to word things carefully right now. He could tell that Derek didn't like how he referred to Dior. Derek never liked being in the middle of the fights between the two of them. He was sure Dior said plenty of nasty things about him over the years to her brother. He didn't want to damage what was left of their friendship at this point.<br><br>"You know how she is...she's just Dior," in his shows, he sometimes called himself the <em>Pain Proof Man</em>, but emotional and mental pain wasn't something he could turn off or ignore the way he could the physical stuff. He was a lot more emotional than people realized. Dior had hurt him in a way he hadn't been prepared for, "It wasn't you. It wasn't you at all. This was all her," he felt himself getting a little heated as he thought back on it.<br><br>Curt rubbed the back of his head a little as he tried to think of a way to say it, but there was no easy or good way to do it, "She stood me up. That's all. She convinced me to ask her out and then she fucking stood me up. I sat at that stupid restaurant for three fucking hours, Derek. She called me pathetic. It was embarrassing," he felt himself shaking a little and tried to calm himself down. Curt didn't care to be made fun of in most situations. He dressed the way he did for a number of reasons. He liked people looking at him, but sitting there in that restaurant, dressed nice, and cleaned up...the waiter came over with that pitying look on her face. Curt felt small and he didn't like that feeling. He wanted to be in control of how people looked at him and in that moment, he didn't have that control.<br><br>"You two have the same fucking eyes. Did you know that?" Derek's were darker, but they were the same shape and he could see both of them when he looked at just their eyes. It was the way they held themselves. The eyes were the windows to the soul and it felt like looking into one of their eyes was to look in the others as well, "I just needed some space...I'm sorry," for that he would apologize, "I didn't mean to avoid you all summer. I thought it would just be a week or something..." Curt shook his head a little, "...I just kinda got wrapped up with Joanna..." not that a girl was a very good excuse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>25-02-2019, 17:23:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/157248580/superthumb.jpg?t=1421326786)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Hayley Alexandria Michelson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665439#msg14665439)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff / 4th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> HALFBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 in. /Acacia/Thunderbird tail feather<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> this (http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o0JnlpFJVRE/VFDPf4y1a1I/AAAAAAAAPJs/2n8ZA2Z4ZDc/s1600/ebba_1.jpg), and a pair of sneakers<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 12th September, LATE evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Library, Hogwarts<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Michael, open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr>Hayley didn't realize someone had approached, much less than that someone was watching her buggy her little heart out. She was in truth lost to the little moment thinking she was alone secreted away in the library while everyone else would be already up and relaxing for the evening. It wasn't that Hayley didn't relax at times as well, or that she probably shouldn't be in bed already. But when something got into her head it was nearly impossible to sleep. Even if there was that small part of her that would utterly regret it the following morning. But that is why man made coffee! Besides at the moment, she was feeling pretty good, at least that was till she heard a voice call out over the sound of her music.<br><br>A short surprised EEP broke free as her hands did an odd juggling act with the book she held in her hand. Once it was again settled in her hands Hayley slowly started to turn around. "H...hi, Michael," Hayley spoke softly as one hand came up to push her headphones down to settle around her neck. "Ah...so how much of that did you happen to see?" she asked her body already reacting before he'd even answered. A bright red blush washed over her cheeks as Hayley looked down sheepishly and nibbled on her lower lip.<br><br>"I was ahh," Hayley wasn't really sure how to explain it what she'd been doing. Acting like a big goofy idiot was what came to mind at first. Looking back up Hayley tried to return the almost impish smile on Michael's lips. The small gesture softened what might have been a gruff looking fellow otherwise. Then again Hayley had known Michael for several years now. And yes he could most likely bench press her with his pinky finger, he was actually a rather nice fellow. Though he did keep to himself most often, not that Hayley had much to say about that. After all, he did just find her hiding away in the library dancing by herself. Now if only she could wipe that horribly embarrassing image out of his mind. "What brings you here tonight?" Hayley asked as one hand reached up, one finger pushing her glasses back up her nose where they belonged. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>25-02-2019, 22:48:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e5/b4/fd/e5b4fdcf53950ca187eb25ef041cca2d.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Michael Oakes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14703824#msg14703824)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff / 7th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle-Born<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 14" | Sycamore | Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> A blue T-Shirt, A rugged jacket and combats all scratched and marked.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 12th September, LATE evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Library, Hogwarts<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> For once studying late<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Hayley, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Michael grinned wide when Hayley struggled to catch the book, seeing her moving before she turned. He hoped he hadn't scared or embarrassed her too much, but he was relatively sure she'd be okay with him making light of the situation. "Enough of it." He joked, noticing her cheeks changing colour as he replied and feeling a little bad. Michael didn't like to think that he'd really upset her, but he was reasonably sure she'd be just fine. "It was something."<br><br>He let her trail off as she went to explain what she'd been doing. It seemed she forgot to continue, as she switched to inquiring what he was up to. Not wanting to dwell or joke any more about her little dance he decided to answer. "Studying for the Triwizard tournament." He explained. Although he wasn't studying like the rest were. "Not as a competitor, mind." He didn't have a competitive spirit, really. But he did truly adore the idea of taking the opportunity to help care for such a wide assortment of magical creatures. And that was what he was here for. "I'll be helping to care for the creatures, and I'm doing my best to learn what I can so that they can be safe and comfortable throughout the events."<br><br>"So, how about you?" He questioned again. Hopefully this time she'd feel a little less embarrassed about the dancing. Time had passed and Michael hadn't continued to tease her about it. If anything Michael quite liked to see someone so freely enjoying themselves, even if it was only in a moment of perceived solitude. Much as he might've been a naturally athletic person, and a fairly adept sportsman, Michael was far too clumsy and socially anxious to dance. His height and weight didn't help, but for the most part it was the pressure he placed on himself that stopped him from even trying to dance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>26-02-2019, 03:28:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://gl-images.condecdn.net/image/JnRkM4o1Gxg/crop/1440/0.5235602094240838/f/inthefrow_glamour_18oct18_insta_sf.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674643#msg14674643)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor | Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggleborn (?)<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 ½ inch | Pear | Unicorn Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (http://s3cdn-test-lookbooknu.netdna-ssl.com/files/looks/medium/2015/02/12/4313263_tumblr_nd51g6Sxyn1qbqqkho1_500.jpg?1423755160)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Sunday, 15 September, 2019 | Lunch time<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> A not so new face<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Psy - New Face (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OwJPPaEyqhI)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Angela | Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Grace noticed how absorbed Angela was in her book the moment she approached. The girl wouldn’t have noticed an approaching person, even if they were wearing a neon sign and blaring a horn. That book in her lap must have been incredibly engrossing. <br><br>Angela was clearly a little caught off guard, perhaps still coming out of the fog of the fictional world she had just been transported to by reading the chapter she was on. Grace felt guilty for tearing Angela out of her bubble, and felt the need to apologize for the interruption. <br><br>Angela took it decently, but Grace still felt a little like Angela was just dying for the opportunity to dive back into the words on the pages. At least her friend greeted her. Grace looked down to regard her outfit when Angela complimented it. <br><br>“Oh, thank you!” She shrugged a bit, doing a mini curtsy to show her appreciation. When she mentioned lunch, Grace thought she noticed that Angela seemed to withdraw from the conversation. But, maybe it was all in her imagination. <br><br>“I’ll leave you to your book, then.” Grace shuffled down the trail and headed along it. “When you’ve finished, you can come and sit by me for lunch.” She offered, giving a wave at Angela before heading back to the castle. <br><br><hr><div align="center"><em>End.</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>26-02-2019, 16:56:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/157248580/superthumb.jpg?t=1421326786)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Hayley Alexandria Michelson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665439#msg14665439)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff / 4th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> HALFBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 in. /Acacia/Thunderbird tail feather<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> this (http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o0JnlpFJVRE/VFDPf4y1a1I/AAAAAAAAPJs/2n8ZA2Z4ZDc/s1600/ebba_1.jpg), and a pair of sneakers<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 12th September, LATE evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Library, Hogwarts<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Michael, open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr>Hayley's teeth bit down on her lower lip and abused it nervously. Her teeth tugged on the rosy bit of flesh as the softest of groans slipped free after Michael's confession. Hayley found herself trying to calculate just how long she'd been dancing. "Ha...I'm sure it was," she spoke shyly having to use all of her willpower to resist the urge to run away. It was too late, after all, Michael already had gotten an eye full of her rather ungraceful display. Hayley could only image the entertainment he'd get from it whenever he looked back at the moment.<br><br>Thankfully Michael wasn't one to dwell on her embarrassing blunder for too long. Instead, he moved onward to a subject that she could get excited about. "Oh me too," Hayley happily went with the change in subject. "Really?" she curiously asked wondering why he'd not consider entering. It might have been a bit presumptuous on her part to simply expect him to enter. Sure he was fit, very fit, build like the gladiators of old fit. But that didn't mean he desired to compete either. Hayley realized she'd let assumptions guide her reaction and suddenly felt bad for it, "Not that there is anything bad with that. I'm trying to research all I can so that I might be some help to whoever gets picked from our school." she shrugged a bit knowing that whoever that was might not even want her help. But it was still an interesting project none the less.<br><br>"That is great, I wish I was as good with animals as you were." Hayley seemed to relax some and stepped forward to set the book she held down on the table. "You know if you want you could join me, I mean we are researching the same thing...sort of. I guess," she shook her head and nibbled her lower lip for another short moment, "That is only if you want to. I totally get it if you'd rather be left alone. I promise to try and not bother you," Hayley offered and realized she may have been doing just that a few moments before. "Oh man if I was bothering you somehow with my dancing or something I'm totally sorry." Hayley rambled off her apology before she could stop herself.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>27-02-2019, 05:24:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static1.squarespace.com/static/53ef0880e4b0439bf8d24521/t/58ddd961d482e98aafe37dfc/1490934161317/the-laterals-evan-peters-1.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Derek Darley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14655389#msg14655389)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw 6th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 13 Inches | English Oak | Wampus Cat Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Gray Slacks, Ravenclaw Tie, Messy slightly untucked white button up, unbuttoned jacket. <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 6th of September, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Stairs Leading to Hufflepuff Common Rooms<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Umm... What?<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Ween - Chocolate Town (https://youtu.be/7MLJ5WTssZk)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Curt, CLOSED </td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>While Curt was spilling the truth of what happen Derek felt a familiar tingle of empathy pulse through his veins. His eyes became easy and his mind thought to his sister. His sister who had been abnormally needy all Summer. Derek wanted to ask the date that this happened, but he dared not to say. For the simple matter of Curt asking why and Derek wondering if it was a day that he tempted his sister into a small little heated session of twincest. For why would she ever stand-up a A+ guy like Curt? Dior made absolutely no sense to him sometimes. He needed her to find a good man, or Granddad would be too curious as to why she was so close to Derek but no one else.<br><br>He didn't need that curiosity in his family. They had a respectable name. It needed to stay that way. "Mate..." Derek said when Curt was getting heated about what Dior had done to him. Feeling his pain, going through something similar in the past. His hand rested on his shoulder again and he tilted his head downward to look at his shorter friend. A reassuring look in his eye as he said, "...You're right. That was a bitch move. You should have told me, so we could have properly pranked her back," Derek smiled. He loved getting revenge for his best friend and he also loved teasing Dior. It would have been a win/win for him. <br><br>"Either way, you're not pathetic. She was teasing you along all year. Think I didn't notice?" Derek said rather nervously. He didn't notice, truthfully, but he was just trying to be a good friend. He was not incredibly keen on picking up those sorts of things unless it was directed at him. Even then, he was pretty terrible at it. "I talked to her this summer and I think things will be changing for her. School is about to be over for us in a few years and with this bloody tri-wizard tournament. Who the fuck knows? We need to bind together and be friends, right mate?" <br><br>Hearing this all from Curt made Derek feel a lot more at ease. It felt like a step in the right direction to being friends again. However, his brows did raise when Curt mentioned Joanna. "Wait... the Joanna?" Derek said with a glimmer of a smile appearing. "She's so fucking hot. I mean... not as hot as Audrey, but still really beyond fit," Derek added. <br><br>"Now everything is making sense. None of this bros before hoes nonsense they're saying now-a-days. I'm not going to stand between you and getting your dick wet in... Joanna?!" Derek was still baffled by this. She was utterly gorgeous and Derek was genuinely impressed with Curt's skills to nab a girl like that. "You still... you still seeing her?" Derek said rather selfishly. Realizing that if she was looking for cool dudes like Curt to hang around with. Maybe she'd be interested in him?<br><br>But then Derek felt that thought of Audrey's quirky smile and he passed-up on that idea. He liked Audrey and his mind was occupied with her. He thought about talking to Curt about his little blossoming romance, but he felt that it wasn't the time. He wanted to hear about how he managed to pull off this Joanna situation. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>27-02-2019, 18:38:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e5/b4/fd/e5b4fdcf53950ca187eb25ef041cca2d.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Michael Oakes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14703824#msg14703824)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff / 7th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle-Born<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 14" | Sycamore | Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> A blue T-Shirt, A rugged jacket and combats all scratched and marked.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 12th September, LATE evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Library, Hogwarts<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> For once studying late<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Hayley, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Michael kept a friendly smile when she replied. He wanted her to calm down, and his smile had no hint of a mocking smirk. He was glad enough that she carried on like he had when he'd changed the subject. He couldn't help feel a little bad for her blushing, but perhaps that was completely inevitable in this situation.<br><br>He grinned wider when she confirmed she was doing the same as he was. He was glad she had such a great interest. "Yeah.." He managed to get out, a swift response to her questioning. She wasn't the first or last to wonder why he didn't want to enter. Despite his difficulties studying Michael was a fairly capable wizard, besides being extremely athletic and excellent with animals. "That's great Hayley. I'm sure they'll be glad for the help!" He encouraged, feeling a little sense of house pride in how selfless his fellows tended to be. <br><br>"Being good with animals just takes a little time. You learn to trust them when you get used to it. They're easier than people are, for sure." He joked, a little at his own expense. For every one who thought Michael's skill with animals was brave and cool there was another person who'd seen him make some spectacular social blunder. He liked that he always knew where he stood with animals. Even if sometimes it was running away to avoid being bitten, the animal didn't then talk behind your back. He could appreciate that kind of directness. <br><br>"I'd be happy to join you. I can.." He trailed off, listening as she began to apologise in advance. He didn't interrupt the rambling, instead politely listening before shaking his head at the end. "Nothing to be sorry for. It broke up the monotony!" Michael remained relentlessly upbeat. As awkward as he was he did at least generally manage to be kind and positive to others. "I'd be happy to research together. I'm sure you've found some magical creature knowledge I've missed, over the past years you've studied. And I'd love to hear about that. And I can help you with further detail on the magical creatures I've looked into, if you'd like." He offered, nodding in the general direction of his books and notes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>28-02-2019, 02:04:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/MA22noE.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Curtis "Curt" Roark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14654145#msg14654145)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff 7th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle Born<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10'', Dogwood, Unicorn Hair, very stiff and straight (https://pm1.narvii.com/6506/c464ab22ecb450fbb6fea0aab93986aa74e2fa00_hq.jpg)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> You ready for a freakshow? (https://i.imgur.com/fCUZfmu.jpg) Plus the sunglasses from avatar in his hair.<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 6 September, 2019 | Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Stairs | Heading Towards Hufflepuff Common Room<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Being a shitty friend.<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Extraordinary Rendition - Sons of an Illustrious Father (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JtigvvSPJxM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Derek Darley | CLOSED </td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>It was hard not to smirk at the comment that they could have pranked Dior together. They could have. It would have been fun, but it wouldn't have made things better, "I could have put some muggle hair dye in her shampoo and turned her head blue," he smirked again, "I'm done with her," he wished it had just been the past year that Dior had dragged him along. He'd been chasing after her for years, "I don't want anything more to do with her than I absolutely have to. You're my friend, not her. There are plenty of other women, and men, out there," hell, Curt was willing to give up their snide remarks to each other. He was sure she would be surprised the first time she snapped at him and all he did was ignore it.<br><br>His smile widened at the mention of Joanna, showing off all his teeth, "Yeah, sorry I replaced you this summer, but, fucking Joanna. I had a show the night after Dior blew me off and I just couldn't call you. Joanna's always kind of into the dirty and messy stuff, so I figured I'd hit her up to see if she could sub in for you. We got a little blasted after the show and, just, yeah."<br><br>Curt wasn't usually one to brag about who he slept with and he didn't really see this as bragging. In truth, the redhead and he had got pretty close over the summer. She was easy to talk to and she had opened up to him quite a bit. After all, he had to be able to trust the person pulling a sword out of his throat or standing on his chest while he was laying on a bed of nails, "Seeing her? Oh no, we were just fucking around," Curt was a fan of the one night stand and friends with benefits. He'd never actually been in a relationship, "Just after shows. She's, uh, she's pretty wild. Some Durmstrang prick is probably gonna sweep in and snag her up. Which is fine if that's what she wants. We're not dating or anything."<br><br>"So, you think Audrey is hot?" he was a little more observant than Derek was about those things. He hadn't missed that Derek had called her out specifically. He wasn't so sure she was 'hot', but she was certainly cute.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>01-03-2019, 04:30:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static1.squarespace.com/static/53ef0880e4b0439bf8d24521/t/58ddd961d482e98aafe37dfc/1490934161317/the-laterals-evan-peters-1.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Derek Darley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14655389#msg14655389)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw 6th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 13 Inches | English Oak | Wampus Cat Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Gray Slacks, Ravenclaw Tie, Messy slightly untucked white button up, unbuttoned jacket. <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 6th of September, Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Stairs Leading to Hufflepuff Common Rooms<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Umm... What?<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Ween - Even if you don't (https://youtu.be/Q7fSi4F1Rpw)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Curt, CLOSED </td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>Derek was practically on the edge of his figurative seat as he listened to Curt talk about his situation with Joanna. Still, Curt seemed to be pretty hurt by Dior. Especially how he kept mentioning that he was over it and not wanting to think about it. Derek wouldn't press further though. He tossed the bit about Dior aside, he'd deal with her later in his own way. However, he hadn't decided how he wanted to approach her about it yet... if at all. As like Curt, Derek was having his own issues with Dior that came from this summer. He wasn't sure if it was time to rock the boat and press Dior further. This was her mess and she was going to lay in it. It was unfortunate that this was one of the first times he wasn't going to try and stand there with his sister and help her. He had done it for so long, but he needed that distance. Dior did too. His eyes went distant for a second in thought, but then shot back to Curt when he heard the topic shift.<br><br>These details about Joanna were pretty amazing to him.<br><br>Like old times Derek smirked and leaned in to get all the dirty details. Curt had always had much more luck in the ladies department than Derek had. He was so naturally wild and not afraid to be exactly who he wanted to be. It was why Derek was drawn to Curt in the first place. Derek, on the other had, was buried in a pile of secrets and was looking to change that this year. To brush away that awkwardness, anxiety, and really die into the adult that he was going to grow into. No longer being held captive to his family, in so many ways. He needed to become his own Derek Darley. And bloody hell, Curt was going to be there along the way if he liked it or not! <br><br>"Water under the bridge, mate," Derek said with a grin listening to Joanna and how they met. However, he cocked a brow when he mentioned they were just fuck buddies and she would probably be over a beast of a Durmstrang bear whenever they finally ventured there. "I can't imagine seeing her utterly starkers. Good on you, mate," Curt finally ended with his own little boyhood fantasies of seeing a wild redhead like her. <br><br>"I think Audrey is more than hot. I think she's bloody beautiful," Derek began with a smile. "You see, I took her on this date and while I'm too much of a gentleman to tell you all the details," Derek smirked and raised his chin. Towering over Curt's shorter frame now. "All I will say is that I'm not looking to just fuck around with her. I think she's a proper woman and I want to do good by her. We're not in our beginning years at Hogwarts anymore. It's time to..." Derek was beginning to sound like his Father. An older man who realized it was finally time to grow up.<br><br>"Well... you know," Derek ended it that way, shrugging his shoulders and hoping Curt caught his drift. Then he switched back to the topic of Audrey, like a lovesick puppy. "If I play my cards right, maybe I can convince her to be my girl. I think she'd like that too..." Derek said. Still finding it astonishing that someone like Audrey was interested in him.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>01-03-2019, 17:17:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/157248580/superthumb.jpg?t=1421326786)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Hayley Alexandria Michelson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665439#msg14665439)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff / 4th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> HALFBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 in. /Acacia/Thunderbird tail feather<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> this (http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o0JnlpFJVRE/VFDPf4y1a1I/AAAAAAAAPJs/2n8ZA2Z4ZDc/s1600/ebba_1.jpg), and a pair of sneakers<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 12th September, LATE evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Library, Hogwarts<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Michael, open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr>Hayley tried to relax more as they began talking about the tournament or more so the research about it. That was something she could always get her head into. Some subjects were more interesting than others of course. In truth the more complicated or in-depth that she could get into a subject the better. Getting lost in the information was a headache to some, but for Hayley, it was part of the fun.<br><br>"I hope so, I mean it's not like we know who will compete so for all I know they'd just find me annoying." Hayley shrugged softly not seeming to find the possibility to surprising. "But I'm still enjoying the research. I already have a ton of stats," Hayley moved as she spoke, her hands shifting papers about. "I have stats on everything from the past competitors, to the tasks and even line ups of the schools support teams." she explained and suddenly paused, "Sorry...," she apologized for her rambling without being prompted to.<br><br>"If they are easier then people, then I reallllly suck with people." she laughed at herself and reached up to push her hair back behind her ears in an attempt to tame it. Hayley recalled some of her past classes with magical creatures. When it came to the book side of things, she had everything covered, but animals were often very different face to face. But that didn't make them any less amazing. "But there are so many amazing animals, both magical and none. I'm still so surprised every time I see some of them in real life. Like a story has just jumped right off the pages of the books I've read." she smiled shyly for a moment.<br><br>"Well at least I was entertaining," Hayley's smile brightened a bit as she slipped into the chair that she'd claimed hours before. "I would love that actually," she spoke honestly and moved her books and notes around to make plenty of space for Michael to claim whatever seat he wished and still has room to spread out on the table. "Please come sit and join me. I don't bite I promise," Hayley tried to jest but figured her joke wasn't very creative, "You know cause some animals do." she laughed awkwardly but still seemed happily excited to have a chance to get to learn something new and have someone to research with. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Luciferia</strong> on <strong>01-03-2019, 17:22:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/HzWsD53.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Dior Darley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658800#msg14658800)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>YEAR:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td>Slytherin | 6th Year</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Pureblood</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>12” | Red Oak | Rougarou Hair | Surprisingly Supple (https://i.imgur.com/jAdaS0i.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Black Dress Robes, As Pictured | Emerald Green Heels (https://i.imgur.com/UCnODJc.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>September 2nd, 2019 | Evening</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Hogwarts Great Hall | Slytherin Table</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Exit Scene</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Ain't gon' feed you, I'mma let you starve (https://youtu.be/H1Yt0xJKDY8)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><strong>Rex Steele</strong> | <strong>Angela Tilbury</strong> | Open</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MENTIONING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td> Derek | Audrey</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>The longer Dior listened to Angela, the more boring the wallflower became. Dior was disappointed and she didn’t bother to hide the snort of derision that followed. Dior was not a pompom-waving supporter of school spirit but Angela seemed to lack the drive to do <em>anything.</em> It was depressing to even hear the monotone of her voice, as if she was sucking the joy out of something that was already joyless.<br><br>She and Audrey would get along perfectly, two freaks in a basic pod. Maybe Derek would fuck them both – not that she cared.<br><br><em>“It's not for me... If anyone can represent the Tilbury family at the tournament it'll be Patrick.”</em><br><br>Dior’s upper lip curled momentarily. <br><br><strong>“Don’t you care about <em>anything,</em> Angela? You won’t compete, you won’t cheer unless it’s someone you know, and you’re going to let your brother have all the glory?”</strong> Dior’s blonde hair swayed over her shoulder as she shook her head at the thought and in her peripheral, she could see Derek kissing Audrey’s cheek.&nbsp; Her stomach coiled but she remained focused on Angela. <strong>“What a waste of potential.”</strong> <br><br>For the first time in the entire meal, Dior stabbed her fork into a bite of ham and then brought it to her pouting mouth. She chewed the salty meat and then politely swallowed.<br><br><em>“If yah brother gets picked, I'd dee same. Dior is right. We Slytherins oughta redeem ourselves, git out of shadow, dem ancient devils. Finally...”</em><br><br><strong>“Exactly, Rex.”</strong> Her eyes followed him as he fiddled again with his tie and instead of helping, this time she left it alone. <br><br><em>“The only way my name will be in the cup is if somebody else puts it in for me.”</em><br><br>Dior rolled her eyes and took a drink from her goblet. When she put the chalice down, she pushed it gently with the tip of her manicured fingers so that that it set perfectly center. <br><br><strong>“You can relax. I don’t feel like getting expelled to have a laugh at your expense.”</strong> She sighed. <strong>“Maybe you’re right, maybe the tournament isn’t for people like you.”</strong> Her eyes roved the Grand Hall once again, seeing all the students clamoring for attention and whispering amongst themselves. There, she saw Audrey leaning over and whispering secrets into Derek’s ear, secrets that undoubtedly would lead to carnal congress. <br><br>Her cheeks dusted with pink in anger, but she returned her gaze to Rex and Angela. <br><br><strong>“I’m going to bed. I’ll see you in classes tomorrow, Rex.”</strong> To Angela she merely said <strong>“ta-ra”</strong> before standing from the table and clicking away through the Grand Hall, leaving a mostly untouched plate behind her.<br><br><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Exit</em></span></div><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>01-03-2019, 17:23:27</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)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>02-03-2019, 04:03:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/547175522283552769/551121358290157573/file_171569_0_Elizabeth-Olsen-ASOS.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/e/ea/BeauxbatonsCrestClearBg.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/350?cb=20160630041801)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> 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 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Are the rumors true?<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Said The Sky - Show and Tell (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dvtj4fzSkiw)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open | Expecting Michael</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>That morning, Juliette awoke in a room she only recognized because it was identical to a hotel room (https://mtecs.co/i/2019/02/rimu-sets-king-las-wooden-queen-home-vegas-modern-full-bedroom-ashley-outstanding-furniture-hotel-suites-white-black-badcock-amart-single-930x535.jpg) she had always wanted to visit. She saw it in a magazine once and ever since, it was immediately added onto her list of potential rooms to base on for transfiguration. It wasn’t necessary to do so at Beauxbatons, and she honestly never wanted to change her dorm room around there, either. It would have stolen some of the nostalgia away if she swapped it around too much.&nbsp; <br><br>However, as a potential champion, Juliette finally felt that she deserved to reward herself with the transfigured room. In the morning, she was surprised to find that the sun was bright as it cascaded in through the soft blinds. She slept in. Honestly, she couldn’t recall the last time she slept in. Then again, the trip from France to Scotland by flying carriage ride took much too long. How sitting in place for hours could make someone exhausted was beyond her, though. <br><br>After getting ready to start the day, Juliette ventured out of her single dorm room and down the hallway. She made her way to the great hall where she collected a bottle of water and a fruit pastry, wrapped in a napkin, then wandered around the castle. It would likely take her some time to get a feel for the layout, especially with the legendary moving staircases constantly shifting around. <br><br>She found her way to the library and beyond one of the courtyards, finishing her pastry before she decided to head outside. Juliette felt like taking a walk along the shore of the black lake, despite the chill in the air. Water had a habit of calming her. Even though she didn’t feel particularly unbridled in her current surroundings. Still, the tranquil waters were an entirely welcome scene. <br><br>Winding her arms around herself, Juliette slowly walked along the path that led to the black lake, setting her water bottle down at the base of one large tree, which provided far more shade than was needed in the autumn chill. Making her way closer to the water, being mindful not to get her suede boots wet, Juliette took in the view for a few moments. The mountains in the distance were breathtaking when coupled with the lake that mirrored the sky so perfectly. At certain angles, it was impossible to tell where the water ended and the sky began. <br><br>“Beautiful,” she whispered to herself, strolling along the bumpy shore at a languid pace. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>02-03-2019, 16:39:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/6M6FzTb.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674643#msg14674643)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor | Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggleborn (?)<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 ½ inch | Pear | Unicorn Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ac/35/29/ac3529fc1dfe1d5f288c61965948827d.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Thursday, 3 October, 2019 | Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Art Studio&nbsp; <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Creative juices are flowing<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Psy - Gentleman (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ASO_zypdnsQ)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open | Expecting Hayley</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>It wasn’t entirely uncommon to find Grace milling about down the corridors after dinner. Sometimes she had a destination in mind, other times she wandered around until she found a purpose. Corey sometimes complained about this habit of hers, since it made her get lost on more than a dozen occasions. But, she was a third year now. Surely she knew her way around the castle by this point. <br><br>Besides, on his particular evening, Grace did have a stop in mind. She wanted to pop into the art studio, even though it was an odd hour to be using it. That meant it was likely to be empty. Not that Grace was going for that reason. Her inspiration for paying a visit to the studio was more so simply to fulfill a spark of creativity she was struck with randomly. That was the thing about art, sometimes the urge struck at the oddest hours, but whenever it hit, a true artist needed to respond. <br><br>Grace didn’t consider herself an artist. At least, not exactly. That didn’t mean she couldn’t dabble in art if she wanted to. Her favorite medium was as simple as it gets; a sketchbook and a graphite pencil. She dabbled in drawing designs of various fashions. Because she had such an affinity for clothing and style, Grace had always wanted to become a famous designer. Ever since she was a little girl, she would draw up ball gowns for the various princesses in her storybooks. <br><br>As she got older, Grace noticed a lack of imagination in the typical designs that existed in the UK. Though there were some designers who liked pops of bright color and intriguing or daring choices, she still felt that the ideas in her head were more unique. Perhaps with the help of magic she would be able to turn her ideas into reality, someday. That idea alone was enough to fill her up with butterflies. What a dream come true, that would be. <br><br>She sighed wistfully as she made her way into the studio, finding the sketchbook she kept there and setting it up on one of the tables in the corner. Scooting the stool out, Grace placed her bag down beside her and sat down. After cracking her knuckles a bit, she settled in, pulling one of her favorite graphite pencils from her bag. Today’s inspiration was themed. She had been thinking about the champions of each school and decided to design uniforms for them, which would resemble their individual school uniform. <br><br>For Beauxbatons, she worked on a leotard that would obviously be powder blue, accents of golden yellow peeking out from the capelet and the bottom of the beret. Grace nibbled on her lower lip as she looked it over again. Was she being too stereotypical with the beret and capelet? Her head tilted and she copied the same design in the other corner of the paper, without the capelete or the beret, but pouted when she realized it was looking like a lame superhero costume.<br><br>“Huh,” her tone was one of confused disappointment. Clearly, the vision she had in her head was better than the one she had managed to get down on paper. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>02-03-2019, 21:17:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://66.media.tumblr.com/9d9925a42d9e7eab7ede651862fe6c31/tumblr_npefzp2c4z1sxwyufo3_r1_500.gif)</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 pair of black swimming trunks<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>&nbsp; Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Swimming<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Arctic Monkeys - R U Mine? (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ngzC_8zqInk)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Juliette, Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Michael had risen with the dawn's light, as he tended to just about every day. A run first thing in the morning, dragging himself forcefully out of sleep and taking a casual jog about the grounds. The cool air woke him up and he took in the autumnal scene of the Hogwarts grounds. A few nods to those he knew. If Michael ever wasn't seen running it caused a few questioned to arise. He liked that people knew him, even if he was awkward when he stopped to talk to them.<br><br>After that he'd eaten his first meal, a bowl of porridge that was borderline excessive even for a man of his stature. Still, he had a lot of physical work to attend to in the coming days. He ate fast, like always, and continued about his morning. A little noting and brief efforts to study the last little bits of information about the arriving magical creatures, and then straight to the practical. His morning was passed talking to the others who'd be involved in the magizoology aspects of the tournament, who were some of the few he found it very easy to talk to.<br><br>By the start of the afternoon he'd already eaten twice more. Though Michael didn't mind the gym he much preferred the outdoors for his exercise, and he pushed himself to head out to the lake for a swim. He remembered full well how he'd been told off more than a few times for his trips to the lake. And the forest. Still, he never listened. He'd got the usual string of sideways glances making his way through the school in swimming trunks and a loose fitting T-shirt, heading straight to the shore of black lake. He enjoyed it despite the cold, grinning wide and bracing himself before pulling his shirt off to be hanged from a nearby branch. To most the water was scary or at least a discomforting idea, but to him it was a perfect way to enjoy the start of his afternoon.<br><br>He threw himself into the water with little in the way of second thoughts, feeling the familiar icy cold grip his body but pushing himself to kick off and start to move. By the time he'd made headway out into the water the stress his muscles were under had warmed him a great deal, and Michael was feeling remarkably at home. He was a strong swimmer and made impressive headway out into the water, making sure to remain at the surface out of respect for the lake's natives. <br><br>After a while Michael inevitably had to return to shore, heading loosely towards the place he'd set his shirt and wand down. At least it was very easy to dry yourself as a wizard. For a moment, glancing up, he thought he saw a figure on the shore. Despite that he remained uncertain and he didn't have a lot of choice anyway. Michael was usually quite self conscious about intruding on other's relaxing walks. When his feet touched down he let out a sigh of relaxation, still grinning, and staggered a little through the last of the water as he made his way ashore. <br><br>His body was drenched, hair included, and the water glistened in the early afternoon sun. It was sharply cold, but easily shrugged off by Michael. He'd become very numb to nature's efforts to cause him discomfort. The water lit by light helped to highlight his physique, mostly constructed by his overactive lifestyle. Blinking the water from his eyes caused him a few moments of distraction, enough to fail to notice the nearby girl. He just came to a pause, opening his eyes more clearly and pausing as he saw her. At glance he didn't recognise her, and quickly guessed she was from one of the other schools. His eyes ran over her blonde hair, seeing the way it was illuminated by the sunlight. It framed her face perfectly, and he felt his gaze drawn to her eyes. Michael hadn't quite realised how long it took him to speak, but eventually he managed to. "Good afternoon." A very casual greeting, having just emerged from the clearly incredibly cold lake.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>02-03-2019, 21:58:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/67/62/b6/6762b6de28ab1f9d1d01bb14ce3c6c09.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> Joey Kingston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14706442#msg14706442)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor | Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half Blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 13 ½ inch | Red Oak | Rougarou Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> White Tank Top, Gym Shorts<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Late Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Hogwarts Gym | Just Leaving<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Working Out<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Lethal Bizzle - Going to the Gym (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5pTPHU2g4Ws)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open - Expecting Liza</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Joey loved his gym time. It was good to just blare music and push himself, and it was one of the few things he'd managed to find dedication for. He never bothered to try denying that he just worked out for his appearance, but he didn't care what anyone said. It helped him be healthier, fitter and more attractive. He couldn't find the downside, personally. Usually he aimed to train late morning, exerting himself on the fuel of breakfast before repairing with a heavy lunch. It'd become habitual and there were a few others he regularly saw in the gym, who he got on well with. <br><br>This Saturday he'd been pushing his back, spending much of the session swinging from the pull up bars. As a result he was sweating heavily, heart pounding beneath a white tank top as he finished up with a light jog and a series of stretches. Joey's music still blasted in his ears even throughout the calm stretches, his playlists not having much space for chilled out music. Sadly he'd have to take a shower back in his room, which meant he headed to the gym door still glistening from the exertion. <br><br>Making his way out to the corridor he cast his eyes around as he still fought to catch his breath. He badly needed a nice cold shower, but at least the hallway was quiet. Before setting off he paused a moment, closing both eyes and casually stretching out his tricep. Elbow up his bicep contracted, his left hand found his right and pulled a little to help get that relaxing, satisfying feeling of the stretch. His closed eyes and loud music drowned out any surroundings, standing just a little outside the gym door as he unintentionally flexed more than a little. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>03-03-2019, 12:44:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/2830886818/49a60e4c56e762f11d84f252e263f59d_400x400.jpeg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Hayley Alexandria Michelson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665439#msg14665439)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff / 4th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> HALFBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 in. /Acacia/Thunderbird tail feather<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> this (https://data.whicdn.com/images/29882011/original.jpg), <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Thursday, 3 October, 2019 | Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> art studio<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Grace, open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr>Hayley knew she probably should have been snuggled away in her dorm already. But again she found herself far to wired to sleep. It was most likely due to the combination of artistic inspiration and caffeine she had rushing through her system. Not that Hayley would ever blame the bubbling black brew for any of her lack of sleep. One could not blame such wonderful nectar for such hardships!<br><br>No matter the reason Hayley found herself up and in need of some supplies. Normally Hayley would ask her father to send whatever she needed from home. But there were still times that she found herself lacking in one supply or another right when she'd need it most. Thankfully the school had a well-stocked art studio that they allowed students to roam and raid even when not in class. It was an addition Hayley was happy to discover during her first year at school. It allowed the studio to become one of the few places that she could and would happily lose herself in. And she had no doubt tonight would be the same. So with her wand lightly the way Hayley made her way from her dorms and through the eerie school halls.<br><br>Hayley was a bit surprised to see the lights already on and someone toiling away within. But a smile slipped over her features as she saw that it was Grace. The other woman was one that Hayley felt a bit of a kinship with. Grace always the easy sort of energy that Hayley was able to relax around. It was probably why she'd gotten to know the older student so quickly. It didn't hurt that they seemed to share a special bit of quirkiness.<br><br>At first, Hayley said nothing, if only to keep from interrupting the creative flow Grace might have had going. But Hayley waved gently once she looked up in her direction, "Hello, I hope I didn't break your concentration or something." Hayley spoke as she moved farther into the room with her hands wrapped around the edges of her art portfolio. "So, couldn't sleep, or was there something just begging to get out?" she asked knowing that Grace would understand the difference. Simply not being able to sleep was one thing, but when the muse struck it often refused to let go until you found some way of expressing it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Luciferia</strong> on <strong>04-03-2019, 15:38:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/EEVWCFh.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/e/ea/BeauxbatonsCrestClearBg.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/350?cb=20160630041801)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Eliza Campbell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14664026#msg14664026)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>YEAR:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Fourth</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Halfblood</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>10 ½” | Chestnut | Unicorn Hair | Springy (https://i.imgur.com/2e8tNWl.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>As Pictured | White Tee &amp; Black Skinny Jeans</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Late Morning</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Wandering the Halls</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>International Magical Cooperation</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Baby I got me, only friend I need… (https://youtu.be/KVGRN7Z7T1A)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><strong>Joey Kingston</strong></td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br>On any other given Saturday, the late morning hours would see Eliza Campbell lounging in her pajamas in front of the telly, nursing a hangover the size of Australia. Indeed, the night prior, she and Joanna had gone out and true to form, and the pair of larrikins had gotten properly pissed in celebration of the ‘ketchup and mustard reunion.’ Though Eliza loved her sweet French friend Bambi, it was relieving to be around Joanna, who had the stones and the juice to keep the party going even after most others would have dropped. It had been far too long since she and Eliza been kicked out of a pub, and even longer still since they’d used that as an excuse to find another! <br><br>That morning, Eliza had stumbled into her dorm mere moments before the sun had risen and slept for all of 5 hours before the siren song of adventure beckoned her to rise. With the prospect of an entirely new castle to explore, Eliza didn’t need much more than her headphones and her never-ending playlist to justify wandering around until she found something interesting to do. In a place like this, it was impossible to remain bored! Eliza was no stranger to beautiful places having been educated between Ilvermorny and the Australian School of Magic, but Hogwarts was <em>ancient,</em> older even than Oxford, or the University of Bologna, both of which traced back over 900 years. The entire school felt like a museum instead of an opulent palace (like Beauxbatons) and Eliza felt much more at home there than she did in France. Plus, there was the added benefit of not having to use her French, which was improving by leaps and bounds but still left a great deal to be desired.<br><br>Yes, life at Hogwarts was going to be better than it was at Beauxbatons. That much Eliza could tell even before she’d met up with Joanna. With even just a cursory glance, it was clear to see that there were more <em>types</em> of people at Hogwarts. Whereas Beauxbatons was filled with row after row of devastatingly beautiful yet noticeably all-white models, here in England there was more diversity, right down to the different types of curry and ethnic food there was access to! And admittedly, it did help to see that there were more plus size professors here too, whereas in France, Eliza was the literal fat, black sheep.<br><br>Eliza knew that exploring this castle would likely take the entirety of her time there, and so she didn’t rush like a tourist concerned about seeing everything. Even though her hazel eyes were drawn to the lush greenery of the grounds, it made more sense to familiarize herself with the entrances and exits before she tackled the vastness of the beyond. <br><br>Thus, armed with the knowledge that she would see everything in due time, Eliza strolled casually down the corridor. Every bit as tall as the suits of armor that she passed, Eliza’s audacious body and personality took up what space they wanted and asked for no apology. Her blonde hair was thick and shiny, and she was wearing her favorite outfit: a white scoop tee that said ‘REBEL’ and a pair of skinny black trousers and black high-top Converse. <br><br>As she walked, Eliza was singing along to the songs in her playlist. <strong>“Baby I got me, baby, I got me, and that's all I need, yeah, that's all I need…”</strong> Her voice held a pitch nicely and yet was soft, surprisingly feminine and surprisingly emotive for a woman so much larger than life. A pair of white headphones disappeared into the scoop of her neckline indicating that her phone was tucked between her full breasts. <strong>“Baby I got me, only friend by me, playing on my team, is someone like…”</strong><br><br>A pair of doors opened further down the hall, which would ordinarily have been underwhelming were it not for the perfect specimen of man that emerged through the doors. Eliza stopped dead in her tracks, her jaw literally dropping upon sight. He was the literal Adonis, potentially one of the most beautiful people Eliza had seen <em>ever.</em> Flawless black skin, toned muscles, and a cavalier air about him that suggested he was as unapologetic as Eliza was – or at least close.<br><br>She pursed her lips and a low, wolfish whistle filled the corridor. Her finger hooked to pull one of the buds out of her ear and she started walking again, hellbent on talking to this beautiful man. The closer she got, the more detail she could discern and the more staggering he became. His white tank was moist with perspiration, thereby clinging to him, and pulled tight from the stretch he was engaging in, on that caused his bicep to curl into an impressive knot.<br><br>Eliza saw that he had his earbuds in and decided that she could easily be louder than whatever music he was playing. She was bold yes, but touching people randomly was creepier than it was bold. <strong>“Oy! You! Man with the perfect body, can ya hear me?”</strong> she asked in a booming voice once she was within a reasonable distance. She still had one ear bud in, while the other draped over her neckline and buzzed with song against her breast.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>04-03-2019, 22:07:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/67/62/b6/6762b6de28ab1f9d1d01bb14ce3c6c09.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> Joey Kingston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14706442#msg14706442)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor | Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half Blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 13 ½ inch | Red Oak | Rougarou Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> White Tank Top, Gym Shorts<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Late Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Hogwarts Gym | Just Leaving<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Working Out<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Lethal Bizzle - Going to the Gym (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5pTPHU2g4Ws)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Eliza Campbell</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Joey paused, hearing the sound of the wolf whistle over his music. Looking one way then the other he caught Eliza's eyes, grinning when he realised the whistle was directed at him. His eyes raked over her, not feeling he owed any more subtlety than he got. Joey was a self confessed lover of woman's bodies, and he didn't tend to care much what form they took. A lot of others might be picky but Joey was more than happy to appreciate any ladies. It showed in his eyes, pausing at the stranger's chest and hips with a slight smirk. The ear bud by her chest drew his eyes, and he purposefully watched the way it bounced against her skin before eventually meeting her eyes.<br><br>He'd been about to speak up himself when he heard her do so first, immediately catching her Aussie accent as he paused the music in his ears. He'd been expecting she was from one of the other schools, but not that she'd be Australian. It only widened his grin, and it certainly explained how direct she'd been. He was fairly used to compliments, and a confident person, but it was still rare to be described as perfect. Sweet, in a very blunt manner. "'Course I can gyal." He replied, eyeing her up a little more as she approached. Joey had finally dropped his stretch, lightly shaking his arms out. A side effect of training his back, his biceps were similarly aching but looking as good as they ever did. He didn't make too much of a show of flexing, but he wasn't subtle either.<br><br>Joey couldn't help wondering where she was from. He couldn't imagine a girl like her fitting in with the image of either other school, and it drew up a level of curiosity. Not that it mattered a lot, ultimately, as she seemed like fun already. "Wagwan?" He asked, not yet used to figuring out which of the exchange students would understand his slang. He didn't have a clue what slang they used in Australia. Or the other schools, for that matter. Already his heavy London accent was out, and Joey slightly wished his tank top was less wet with sweat now he was being hit on in the corridor. Then again maybe she didn't mind that. Joey had heard all sorts of people listing off preferences that never seemed to end, and settled that you couldn't account for taste. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Luciferia</strong> on <strong>06-03-2019, 19:30:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/EEVWCFh.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/e/ea/BeauxbatonsCrestClearBg.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/350?cb=20160630041801)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Eliza Campbell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14664026#msg14664026)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>YEAR:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Fourth</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Halfblood</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>10 ½” | Chestnut | Unicorn Hair | Springy (https://i.imgur.com/2e8tNWl.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>As Pictured | White Tee &amp; Black Skinny Jeans</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Late Morning</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Wandering the Halls</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>International Magical Cooperation</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Baby I got me, only friend I need… (https://youtu.be/KVGRN7Z7T1A)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><strong>Joey Kingston</strong></td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Eliza was prepared for any reaction from the Adonis. Being bold had its drawbacks when one was ‘unconventionally attractive,’ and she was no stranger to rejection. There were plenty of instances where her forward advances were thoroughly unappreciated and some people were even insulted that someone like her would dare to think she had a chance with them at all. Eliza hadn’t become this fierce due to the world bending over backwards to tell her yes, but the answer would <em>always</em> be no if she didn’t ask!<br><br>No matter how steely she remained underneath, her demeanor remained as guileless and brazen as when she was a child. <br><br>Her internal glow was unflappable and shone brighter when the Adonis grinned in what appeared to be approval rather than amusement, eyeing her up and down for a good look. She smirked, smug as a lioness, and tossed a bit of blonde fringe from her face with a swipe of her fingers. Her hand smoothed down the length of the lock and then twirled the end, displaying a small touch of nervousness despite her forward nature.<br><br><em>“‘Course I can, gyal.”</em><br><br>Eliza grinned, showing off two rows of perfectly white, straight teeth. <br><br><strong>“Good,”</strong> she turned her head side to side to see more of him, making a joke of it.<strong> “I can get louder but I prefer to do that behind shut doors, if yanno what I mean,”</strong> she said, giving an animated wink and then laughing. <br><br><em>“Wagwan?”</em><br><br>Thanks to extensive travel, Eliza was familiar (though hardly fluent) with her Londoner friends’ accents and the different slang they used, either sincerely or in jest, so she didn’t blink an eye when Joey asked her “what’s going on?” <br><br><strong>“Nothin’ since brekky. Just hoofin’ about, taking in the sights.”</strong> Here, she ogled him once again to make her point crystal clear. She twirled the end of her hair around her finger a few times before realizing what she was doing and then casually stopping. <strong>“Name’s Eliza.”</strong><br><br>Given the sweaty nature of her new friend, her chin nodded towards the doors he’d just come through. <strong>“Something tells me that in there is a lot of weights and machines and <em>not</em> a sauna…”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>06-03-2019, 22:34:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/547175522283552769/551121358290157573/file_171569_0_Elizabeth-Olsen-ASOS.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/e/ea/BeauxbatonsCrestClearBg.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/350?cb=20160630041801)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> 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 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Are the rumors true?<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Said The Sky - Show and Tell (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dvtj4fzSkiw)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Michael | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Sniffling against the bitter chill in the air, Juliette hugged herself a bit tighter as she took in the vast beauty of the water meeting the horizon. It was so shimmering, like countless diamonds. Part of her wanted to jump in, but thankfully that part of her was not louder than her common sense. Diving into a body of water in the middle of fall was never a good idea. Since hypothermia was not in her day planner, she thought better of that very brief notion. <br><br>While her gaze danced around the surface of the water, taking in the glassy reflections and noting several places where ripples existed, Juliette had to do a double take when she thought she saw a person emerging from the water. She blinked a few times, as if to disperse any hallucinations or mirages that may have been forming. Was this how the Sirens lured unsuspecting men and women into the waters?<br><br>It was like a scene from a dream, the way that it played out. He walked out of the water and kept on walking closer to her, his eyes stuck on hers, as if he were being led by her. Juliette was transfixed on him - stunned into silence and left to blatantly stare. Normally she had better manners than that, but then again, she had never seen a specimen like him at Beauxbatons. Certainly not while drenched in water, with swimming shorts clinging to him. <br><br>She was almost oblivious to the fact that he was staring too, that seconds were ticking by and neither of them had greeted the other. It wasn’t until he spoke to her that she realized she had been gawking and gaping. How embarrassing. A gentle ‘eep’ of mortification left her initially, but soon after, she brought a hand up to tuck some of her loose waves behind an ear. <br><br>“Good afternoon,” she repeated, managing to smile, but struggling to keep from staring at his godly sculpture. Her French accent was not too overpowering, but subtly noticeable. It was clear that he meant to be there, perhaps for exercise or to search for something he lost in the water. But, Juliette was still rather curious. “Did you need a towel?” She asked, as if offering one. With her wand, she could materialize one, if he needed it. “Or medical attention?” She chuckled quietly to herself. <br><br>But, if this was a habit of his - swimming in the freezing cold water - then surely he would have planned far enough ahead on his own, no? He certainly seemed familiar with how cold the temperatures must have been. Maybe he was immune to hypothermia. Juliette sucked on her lower lip briefly, tilting her head to the side as she considered the water again. “I don’t suppose you can settle a rumor for me.” She smiled at him politely, take a few steps nearer. <br><br>“I’m from Beauxbatons. I’ve heard about this lake and the squid in it. So, I’ve heard that the giant squid is mean from some sources, but also that it is friendly.” She held both hands up, as if they were opposite weights on a scale. “Which one was it, do you reckon?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>06-03-2019, 23:38:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/67/62/b6/6762b6de28ab1f9d1d01bb14ce3c6c09.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> Joey Kingston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14706442#msg14706442)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor | Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half Blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 13 ½ inch | Red Oak | Rougarou Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> White Tank Top, Gym Shorts<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Late Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Hogwarts Gym | Just Leaving<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Working Out<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Lethal Bizzle - Going to the Gym (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5pTPHU2g4Ws)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Eliza Campbell</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Joey could admire Eliza's smirk, feeling a sense of confidence from her that drew him in. He had always prioritised a fun personality and confidence over just about everything else, and Eliza already gave that impression. Despite that he did catch the way she twirled her hair, his eyes following the way the blonde lock followed her finger as she toyed with it. His eyes were only drawn away when she grinned, Joey doing the same in response.<br><br>He was a little surprised by the forwardness of her next comment, but not at all discouraged. "Bet you can get louder than ya' think gyal. Just need the right reason." His turn to smirk now, not at all shy about flirting and returning the brazen confidence. He always enjoyed someone who could keep up with him when it came to flirting.<br><br>He was grinning even wider when she easily understood his slang. That was a nice change of pace, particularly as far as the Beauxbatons students went. Facing the staring head on he nodded, entirely relaxed. "What'cha think of the sights so far?" He inquired, knowing full well what she'd meant. "Joey." Came a swift reply, returning his name after she'd given hers.<br><br>Her comment about a sauna drew a slight chuckle, Joey shaking his head. "That's the gym. Closest to a sauna's a good steamy shower." Even as he said it he glanced about, immediately feeling grateful there was nobody else in the corridor at the time. As much as he loved to flirt he didn't want to disturb anyone else with his antics, and he knew he was pushing the limit on what was realistically socially acceptable. Before the gym his energy might have been high enough to push things further than that, but he was tired. Not just that but he was also conscious that, like it or not, he was representing Hogwarts internationally. And as much as Joey disliked a lot of authority he did feel the school had generally been good to him, and that they deserved his respect. <br><br>"So." He moved on, not sure whether he was trying to stop himself or her from escalating things too far. "What's the plan now?" He asked, almost immediately realising that he'd done little to avoid providing opportunity to her. Still, perhaps that was deliberate. Joey was only so good at following rules and acting with decorum, and he was much worse when he felt encouraged.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>07-03-2019, 00:15:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://66.media.tumblr.com/9d9925a42d9e7eab7ede651862fe6c31/tumblr_npefzp2c4z1sxwyufo3_r1_500.gif)</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 pair of black swimming trunks<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>&nbsp; Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Swimming<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Arctic Monkeys - R U Mine? (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ngzC_8zqInk)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Juliette, Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Michael didn't know what to make of the way she stared back. It was silent on both sides as they'd gazed at one another. For his part he knew it had been in quiet admiration, drawn in by her while he tried desperately to think of something remotely appropriate to say. Thankfully the greeting, if boring, had at least been polite. <br><br>Her accent was a little light, but present enough for Michael to comfortably recognise her as one of the Beauxbatons girls. He stood calmly, still with a slightly dazed smile on his face as he couldn't quite bring his eyes away from her face. His body dripped with the water, now chilled further by the cold air. But Michael wasn't paying any attention to that whatsoever. Now that she was close by he couldn't help towering over her a little, realising he was more than a foot taller than the petite girl he still easily met her eyes. It was only the offer of a towel that snapped him back to some semblance of reality and caused him to blink, stopping what he now felt must have been a rude amount of staring.<br><br>"I think I'm okay, thank you." He replied quickly, without really thinking. In reality a towel would have been nice, both to cover up for the sake of modesty and not offending her and to help dry off before he had a handle on his wand. "I'm quite used to the lake by now." He noted, confirming that he had made a long term habit of leaping headlong into the icy water. Even given the cold he seemed to be breathing calmly, and not even shivering as he stood before her.<br><br>He wasn't entirely sure what to say, and he felt very glad when she carried the conversation. For a moment the suggestion of a rumour brought back the memory of others starting the rumour that he was half-giant. Feeling his heart sink it was fortunate that she quickly clarified she was curious about the squid in the lake, instead. And at least Michael had an opportunity to speak about something he did know the answer to.<br><br>He had a wide grin, already happy to be talking about magical creatures. It always took a weight from his shoulders. "It's very friendly." He stated clearly, no shadow of a doubt or hint that it was a conclusion he'd come to. After all Michael had met the squid a handful of times over the years. There was only so reckless one could be in the lake and the forbidden forest without encountering the things students weren't meant to. He'd had brief encounters with everything from the squid to the centaurs to the mer to the spiders. And, thus far, the squid had arguably been the friendliest of the bunch. <br><br>"When I dove deeper into the lake I met it, and it helped me to get back to the surface." He clarified. It'd been one of the more surreal magical creature encounters. Some suggested it might not be a magical creature at all, but then that made no sense. Black Lake was certainly a fresh water lake, and Michael knew full well that an ordinary squid, even a giant one, could not survive in those conditions. So it stood to reason it was a magical creature of some description. That also went some way to explaining its tendency for friendliness. "So, I can say it's definitely friendly." He ended, hoping she would not think he was too crazy for having dived into the lake in the first place. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>07-03-2019, 02:50:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/6M6FzTb.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674643#msg14674643)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor | Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggleborn (?)<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 ½ inch | Pear | Unicorn Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ac/35/29/ac3529fc1dfe1d5f288c61965948827d.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Thursday, 3 October, 2019 | Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Art Studio&nbsp; <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Creative juices are flowing<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Psy - Gentleman (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ASO_zypdnsQ)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Hayley</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Grace wasn’t so lost in concentration that she didn’t notice Hayley when the redhead entered. When she looked up to greet Hayley, Hayley’s head was down as she walked over. She shifted in her seat, sitting up a little straighter - not realizing until then that she had been slouching over the table a bit - before lifting her head up to smile at her friend.<br><br>“Hey, Hayley.” She shook her head adamantly at her words. “No, nothing like that. I’m not really working on art, more like just jotting down fashion designs.” Grace flashed the sketch to Hayley, showing her the leotard versions of a Triwizard Tournament uniform, that she imagined up in her head. The first one was clearly for Beauxbatons, despite the lack of a blue color. <br><br>“Beauxbatons was easy to imagine. Durmstrang is a little more challenging,” she admitted, chuckling at the idea of them wearing leotards. Grace set her pencil down after replacing the sketch book down on the table again. “I just had the idea and decided to come here to sketch,” she shrugged a bit. “I know it’s not the same as the sort of urge you likely get, being a real artist.” <br><br>Grace tilted her head, lacing her fingers together and resting her chin atop them. “So, are you planning to enter your name? Or is there any certain boy you hope to cheer on, if he enters his name?” She asked - her not so subtle way of trying to get Hayley to open up about a possible or potential crush on someone. At least, someone local. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Luciferia</strong> on <strong>07-03-2019, 04:56:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/EEVWCFh.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/e/ea/BeauxbatonsCrestClearBg.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/350?cb=20160630041801)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Eliza Campbell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14664026#msg14664026)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>YEAR:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Fourth</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Halfblood</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>10 ½” | Chestnut | Unicorn Hair | Springy (https://i.imgur.com/2e8tNWl.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>As Pictured | White Tee &amp; Black Skinny Jeans</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Late Morning</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Wandering the Halls</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>International Magical Cooperation</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Baby I got me, only friend I need… (https://youtu.be/KVGRN7Z7T1A)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><strong>Joey Kingston</strong></td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>No matter the beauty of his figure, it was the radiance of his smile that sealed his fate in Eliza’s mind. It was clear that he spent time on his physique but no number of pullups could give him a smile that lit his eyes with warm fire that illuminated the room. His grin was sparkling, like a candle in the night, and Eliza’s mind was already racing with possibilities. <br><br><em>“Bet you can get louder than ya' think gyal. Just need the right reason.”</em><br><br>Eliza laughed and replied <strong>“heyo”</strong> through a laugh, her eyes scrunching from the round mirth in her cheeks. Even though Eliza was taller than most women, easily standing over 180 cm, she still had to look up at him to see the crackle in his brown eyes<br><br><strong>“I haven’t found a bloke whose bloods worth bottlin’ yet, but I’d give a brick shit house like yerself a fair go.”</strong> There were about 600 ways to make her squeal and she was starting to believe that she might have actually struck gold in less than 24 hours at Hogwarts.<br><br><em>“What'cha think of the sights so far?”</em><br><br><strong>“Bloody ripper, Joey”</strong> she answered with complete sincerity, reaching for the same strand of blonde hair she’d been twirling seconds ago.<strong>“You're so bloody cute I wanna just put you in my pouch like a baby kangaroo,”</strong> she said, having a laugh at the expense of his name.<strong> “Honestly though, it’s great.”</strong> Her head tilted up towards the impressive architecture surrounding them and adding <strong>“the castle’s pretty spiffy too.”</strong><br><br><em>“That's the gym. Closest to a sauna's a good steamy shower.”</em> <br><br>There was a positively conspiratorial edge to Eliza’s gaze now, one that had her all but ignoring the song that still sung in one side of her head. She was no stranger to flirting, but she also knew from personal experience that flirting didn’t mean anything more than half the time. Just because she and Joey were smiling and being friendly didn’t mean that there was any chance of having a bangaroo with a complete stranger.<br><br>Not that Eliza was above it, or that she’d protest, but she knew better than to count her chickens before they’d hatched.<br><br><em>“So…What's the plan now?”</em><br><br>Eliza looked to Joey and then looked to the doors to the gym. Regardless of how bold she was, Eliza had learned that giving people an easy out was a surefire way to make sure that no one felt pressured or too embarrassed to tell her no.<br><br><strong>“Well, <em>you’re</em> all sweaty and <em>I’ve</em> never seen the gym showers so we could kill two birds with one stone.”</strong> Her eyes flickered to his and she shrugged a shoulder. <strong>“But I’m easy. We could also just grab some roadies to drink while we flirt with all the pretty people.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>07-03-2019, 15:53:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/67/62/b6/6762b6de28ab1f9d1d01bb14ce3c6c09.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> Joey Kingston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14706442#msg14706442)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor | Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half Blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 13 ½ inch | Red Oak | Rougarou Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> White Tank Top, Gym Shorts<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Late Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Hogwarts Gym | Just Leaving<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Working Out<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Lethal Bizzle - Going to the Gym (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5pTPHU2g4Ws)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Eliza Campbell</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Joey grinned, laughing a little too when Eliza did. He could feel the light hearted nature of her amusement, and didn't mind seeing the funny side of his own over the top flirting. It was only fair, and he had been very blunt. There was no point censoring himself though, and it was evident she wasn't going to complain at him for being too direct.<br><br>For once it was Joey keeping up with someone else's slang, and he was quietly thankful that the Aussie lingo was usually easy to keep up with on instinct. "Bet you would." He replied at her statement she'd give him a fair go. He enjoyed not having to play any games for a change, it was a relaxing state of things. And he didn't want to let her be in any doubt that he would too. Eliza might not have been his ideal type but it was her fun, flirty persona that had drawn him in. He'd met plenty who were physically appealing but personally repulsive, and Eliza managed to be personally appealing while remaining far from physically repulsive. If anything Joey found her more tempting by the moment.<br><br>He laughed louder at her kangaroo joke, though he wasn't entirely sure if it was meant to sound as suggestive as it did. He shook his head lightly, wide smile still in place as he got control of his laughter. He couldn't say he knew quite how to reply, eventually briefly speaking through his mirth. "Thanks, fam." He nodded in agreement when her comments turned to the castle. "It's a hell of a place." The castle was so utterly unlike the place he'd grown up, but he'd learned to appreciate it. <br><br>Joey was in the mood to take the shot he got, and she seemed to be willing to give him the opportunity. "I'd rather have a shower someplace nobody interrupts it." He grinned, eyes displaying a mischievousness. "Like my room." He offered. Definitely time to make things as clear as day and see where that got him. "We can do a lot more than flirt, there." He suggested finally, still smiling and appearing light hearted rather than attaching any weight to the proposition. <br><br>Joey hated how seriously a lot of people took moments like that. He liked to make it very clear just how casual he was about flirting, and when it came to it sex, and often found frustration with the uptight portions of society. Well, he always found frustrations with them. But this was just yet another reason to dislike those who went through life too seriously. At least Eliza seemed to be very capable of seeing things the same way he did. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>07-03-2019, 16:45:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/547175522283552769/551121358290157573/file_171569_0_Elizabeth-Olsen-ASOS.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/e/ea/BeauxbatonsCrestClearBg.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/350?cb=20160630041801)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> 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 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Are the rumors true?<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Said The Sky - Show and Tell (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dvtj4fzSkiw)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Michael | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>The closer that Juliette drew herself to him, the taller he became, until he was like a statue towering above her. Her neck had to crane in order to peer up at him, but she found that she hardly noticed it. <br><br>Unfortunately, with such a significant height difference, it would be rather obvious if she allowed her gaze to stray and linger on his impressive physique. So, Juliette reminded herself to behave and to mind her manners, while speaking with the water god in person. Even without looking, she knew the water droplets were freely cascading down his skin. She could see them strolling down his musculature and dripping from his harsh edges, only to swerve against his steep arcs. <br><br>She offered him a towel but he seemed content without one. Juliette flashed him a quirked brow, as if to question if he was sure, but she didn’t press it any further. After all, against all odds, he wasn’t shaking or trembling in the slightest. Confirming that he was familiar with the lake, Juliette gathered that this was not his first trip into its depths, despite the cold. A smile remained on her lips, highlighting the apples of her cheeks. Though her head shook at the idea of his workout regimen. <br><br>His dedication was something to admire, but Juliette had to admit that it was something she could never do. When she inquired about the giant squid, Juliette’s smile grew even wider in response to his grin growing, as if his was contagious to her. He told her the squid was friendly, much to her surprise. “Really?” She questioned, wrapping her arms around her front and twisting a bit, to glance at the water - regarding it, as if a tentacle might pop out and wave. <br><br>The story he shared about how the squid helped him to the surface made Juliette turn her face again, regarding the aqua deity in front of her. “I’m glad to hear that it’s friendly,” she beamed up at him, pausing before continuing, chewing on her lip briefly. “And… relieved that you were alright.” She licked her lips and twisted in place slightly, keeping her mint green eyes on him. <br><br>“Sometimes people assume that just because a creature is large and intimidating, that it must be unkind.” Juliette seemed to look at him a little deeper, as the dimples on either side of her curved lips came into view. “Yet, I have found that it is surprising how often that is actually not the case.” Juliette may have been making a comparison between the squid and the man before her - whose name she still didn’t have. <br><br>“I’m Juliette.” She offered her hand, extending her arm and offering her hand palm down, like in the olden days when the women received kisses on the backs of their hands as they met someone new for the first time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>07-03-2019, 18:13:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://66.media.tumblr.com/9d9925a42d9e7eab7ede651862fe6c31/tumblr_npefzp2c4z1sxwyufo3_r1_500.gif)</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 pair of black swimming trunks<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>&nbsp; Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Swimming<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Arctic Monkeys - R U Mine? (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ngzC_8zqInk)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Juliette, Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Michael kept his eyes on Juliette's, admiring the soft green with a great deal of focus. He continued to find it hard to focus on anything but her appearance, which was simply enrapturing. He was grateful, really, when she gave an excuse for his brain to stop drifting. He wasn't quite sure where it had been heading, but a part of him had been picturing stepping forward to embrace her. There was little explanation for that desire, but still he struggled to fight it off.<br><br>"I was glad to find it was friendly too!" He chuckled slightly, making light of the huge danger he would have been in if the squid was not friendly. But then in a moment her smile brought him a warmth that let him utterly ignore the icy cold he should have been going through. He wanted to hold her again. Michael felt guilty, and confused. He never usually got like this. Michael usually felt more outright awkwardness with women, but here he couldn't pull his mind from the idea of holding her close. <br><br>Even he could catch on to the implication of her words, and his smile grew a little more shy. Redness and colour rose in his cheeks, which had been sapped of both by the cold waters. Her sweetness was intoxicating, and rather than sharing something as endearing as she had he instead stammered briefly, stumbling over the beginning of a sentence and slowly blinking as he realised how clumsy his effort at replying had been. A great deal more redness followed that moment, but he remained smiling and optimistic. <br><br>When she reached her hand out he moved his to lightly touch her wrist, drawing her hand up as he lent down a little. His fingertips were rough, slightly calloused, but his touch was delicate despite leaving tiny beads of Black Lake's water on her skin. When he kissed the back of her hand it was just as gentle, again his lips brushing her with the water of the lake, Michael giving a half apologetic smile when he looked at her again. "I'm Michael." He replied, smiling but failing to hide his nervousness. Really he couldn't think what could go wrong, but he had the sense that he was experiencing something important. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>09-03-2019, 15:11:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/547175522283552769/551121358290157573/file_171569_0_Elizabeth-Olsen-ASOS.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/e/ea/BeauxbatonsCrestClearBg.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/350?cb=20160630041801)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> 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 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Are the rumors true?<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Said The Sky - Show and Tell (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dvtj4fzSkiw)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Michael | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>As if Juliette’s blatant staring wasn’t impolite enough, the longer that she spoke with the statuesque man, the more she found herself desiring to reach out and touch him. Not only to confirm for herself whether or not he was really real, but also to relish in the delight of feeling him beneath her palm. Furthermore, she presumed he would benefit from physical contact, given his current, freezing state. <br><br>His chuckle caused another musical giggle to escape from Juliette’s full lips. “Right!” She murmured thoughtfully, shaking her head at herself a second later. Of course he would have been glad to find the giant squid friendly, when he wound up meeting it face to face. What a thrilling and terrifying experience it must have been for him. Juliette could hardly relate. The most thrilling thing that had ever happened to her was casting her patronus after months of practice.<br><br>Yet, this moment struck her as thrilling, too. At least, in its own, unique way. Perhaps meeting him was the start of some grand adventure that she was entirely unprepared for, on her own. Or, maybe it would be the beginning of a time that she could live vicariously through him, because he was the thrill seeker. That sounded more apropos for Juliette, after all. In fact, simply watching him smile and observing the rouge that spread over his cheeks was rousing enough.<br><br>Thankfully for both parties, she just barely managed to keep her hands to herself. Save for when she offered him her hand and they exchanged names. His touch to her wrist made her breath hitch in her throat, sending spirals of shivers and tingles to radiate all throughout her insides. Juliette couldn’t keep from biting her lower lip as she watched him lower his face to the back of her hand, his lips pursing to issue a kiss to her skin. <br><br>She didn’t mind the trail of wetness he left behind, nor the slightly salty scent that permeated off of him. Actually, it felt just right. Everything about this moment felt like it was coming directly off of the pages of a storybook for hopeless romantics. A story she undoubtedly figured was meant for the imagination and not as an expectation of reality. When his lips left her skin, a warmth remained behind, making Juliette wonder what his kiss would feel like elsewhere… <br><br>He gave her his name, then. Michael, he said, his smile a boyish and charming one, despite his very grown up fluster. He wore his nerves well, and she could only hope hers weren’t getting the best of her in the moment. When he didn’t release her hand straight away, she took the opportunity to swirl her fingers delicately against his skin. Finally, she released her lower lip from the snare of her teeth and smiled up at him. “Charmed to meet you,” she replied, honestly. <br><br>Her voice was barely above that of a whisper, and without truly meaning to, she realized that she had stepped even closer to him. A lull passed over them for a moment, proving that Juliette was struck by him in more ways than one. “I hope you do not mind,” she started, an idea popping into her head. “But, we have a certain way of greeting one another in France. It is called faire la bise, which means… to kiss.” <br><br>Juliette gathered her courage, taking in a shallow breath, her cheeks burning with heat and shifting to a deeper shade of pink, as she leaned in. Due to their height difference, she would have needed a step ladder to be able to kiss him on her own, but if he decided to lean down and spare her the mortification of attempting to jump up and reach his cheek with her lips, then Juliette would stretch herself as tall as possible. <br><br>She’d shift onto the very tips of her shoes and elongate her back, while extending her arms upward, to cup either side of his face. She’d take her time in pressing a soft and ginger kiss against one cheek, then the other, lingering near his face in the interim and allowing her fingers to gently tangle against his drenched locks. <br><br>It would be then that she would realize something had come over her. Something too strong to ignore. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, though it wasn’t clear what she apologized for. “I’ve interrupted your routine, haven’t I?” She questioned, wondering if it was something Michael was discouraged about. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>09-03-2019, 18:28:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://66.media.tumblr.com/9d9925a42d9e7eab7ede651862fe6c31/tumblr_npefzp2c4z1sxwyufo3_r1_500.gif)</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 pair of black swimming trunks<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>&nbsp; Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Swimming<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Arctic Monkeys - R U Mine? (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ngzC_8zqInk)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Juliette, Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Michael kept zoning in and out. He would go from listening to her words and smiling attentively straight to idly staring, longing to reach out and hold her. Of course he was sure he'd soak through her clothes, and he knew it would be entirely inappropriate. But he wanted to regardless. In both states he was happy, and blissfully unaware of any inappropriate side to his gaze, also not fully noticing how much she was looking at him in return.<br><br>It was perhaps fortunate for Michael's efforts at not embracing her that he didn't notice her bite her lip, his head down in focus on the kiss itself. He did, however, hear her breath catch. Michael might have been bad with people, but he was attentive to bodies. Working around so many dangerous and unusual creatures had lead him to develop sharp wits, and he could tell she shivered as she skipped a breath. Despite that he had no right to comment, not knowing quite what it might mean.<br><br>Leaning back up he saw the beads of water on her skin, noticing the way they gathered and ran. In a moment he imagined what Juliette might look like were she drenched in water as he was, droplets tracing their way over her smooth form. He blinked hard, feeling more than a little guilty and incapable of concealing the blush in his cheeks. Michael then caught site of her light lip bite, and wondered if that meant what he thought, and hoped, it might. He seemed to relax lightly when she said she was charmed to meet him, breathing out slowly and smiling back. <br><br>He was just about to reply when he felt her step closer, closing his lips to take in the sight of her. They were very close now. It was enthralling to say the least. Again he nearly spoke but listened instead when she began. He shook his head, certain he wouldn't mind any suggestion. It didn't upset him but did surprise him when she suggested the French greeting. He knew of it, but it always seemed so bold to him. And he was rarely bold with people. Far more so with wild things.<br><br>His cheeks seemed to burn off the cold of the lake, embarrassment overpowering the icy water and returning a great deal of colour to his skin. When she leaned in he did the same, doing his best to account for their huge difference in height. Her hands would find his beard, rough and unkempt at the sides of his face and just about met by the wet straggles of his hair that fell lower. The hair itself was as wet as his skin was, and Michael silently hoped she didn't mind. But then, before he could stress longer, he was distracted.<br><br>Juliette's lips brushed his skin and every single aspect of Michael was warmed. Despite the delicacy, and brevity, it set him alight. Michael took a heavy breath at each kiss, his chest rising and falling in a noticeably ragged pattern and his eyes blinking several times. He couldn't explain it but with those two touches all remnants of the lake's cold were gone. Michael was not just warm but almost burning. <br><br>His jaw shook a little, lips trembling and heart fluttering. All the strength he possessed was gone and he felt a great deal in a short time. Scared, certainly. Excited perhaps more than he had been on any of his reckless adventures. And confused, thoughts racing through his mind as he debated a hundred ideas of what he should do. He could feel her fingers in his hair, closing his eyes for a moment to find some kind of calm. He heard her apology and that drew him back to reality. <br><br>Michael didn't speak in response, at first. Instead he leaned his head forward slightly, bringing his hands up as she had brought hers to him. He couldn't consider the water anymore. Without space in his head for thought he gently cupped the sides of her face, feeling his cool, wet and noticeably calloused hands against her soft skin. And at the same time he eventually leaned forwards until his forehead rested on hers, eyes both open now he gazed right at her, breathe still lacking control. With such gentle movements he felt an unspeakable intensity. <br><br>"Don't be." He eventually replied. Now so close that his breathe would be at her lips. He didn't want Juliette to be sorry for anything. He couldn't have been happier that she had interrupted his routine. And even now, so early into meeting her, he knew he couldn't bear to see her upset or apologising. His mind raced in seconds, Michael forgetting himself as he came to the realisation of how intense his feelings were.<br><br>There was nothing for it. His heartbeat pounded harder. Just about every aspect of him tensed. He closed his eyes slowly, knowing she'd see so close. He knew he shouldn't. There were so many reasons. But he felt as though he would collapse to the ground if he did not. Rather than returning Juliette's kiss properly he instead tilted his head. Their foreheads would separate but, in doing so, Michael's trembled and nervous lips would come into light contact with hers. It was gentle, caring and undeniably, for Michael, the most terrifying thing he'd ever done. All he could do was hope it would be returned. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>10-03-2019, 10:11:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/2830886818/49a60e4c56e762f11d84f252e263f59d_400x400.jpeg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Hayley Alexandria Michelson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665439#msg14665439)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff / 4th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> HALFBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 in. /Acacia/Thunderbird tail feather<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> this (https://data.whicdn.com/images/29882011/original.jpg), <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Thursday, 3 October, 2019 | Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> art studio<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Grace, open</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr>Hayley looked back up as Grace spoke, a gentle smile on her face as the woman spoke. It was good she wasn't bothering her, Hayley knew how one could get lost to a muse and how much it sucked to have that focus shaken. She had dozens of images that remained unfinished due to that very reason. Something it was just impossible to get that flow back. Thankfully she'd not done that to Grace.<br><br>The fact that Grace was working on some of her latest designs was not surprising. Hayley had always admired her sense of style and how confident she seemed to be in what she wore or designed. She could easily see Grace having a fashion line of her own one day. She'd certainly love to have an original piece, though Hayley doubted she could do it justice. "Oh never say that about your designs. I think that is just as much as any other medium. You're still creating something original that came from somewhere within you." Hayley hoped she didn't sound too cheesy as she encouraged Grace.<br><br>"I think we are both real artist," she said softly and stepped farther into the room. Stepping over to the table Grace was working at, "Yeah I can only imagine how hard creating something for Durmstrang can be. They always come off as so strict, they have some great possible color schemes. But I imagine they don't really have a lot to express themselves with. But I am sure you can figure something out," she nodded confidently, "I wonder if they would let the other students wear the uniforms?" she asked no one in particular.<br><br>"Oh...me...no," she shook her head, "I think putting my name in would only lead to a great deal of hilarity. And I'd hate to let the whole school down," Hayley spoke as a light blush came to her features. "No I'm not cheering for anyone in particular, well beyond our school as a whole," she explained as the blush faded. Hayley didn't really have a crush, but that wasn't too strange for her. She always was the shy wallflower, "What about you, going to enter or cheer on someone in particular?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>10-03-2019, 14:05:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/547175522283552769/551121358290157573/file_171569_0_Elizabeth-Olsen-ASOS.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/e/ea/BeauxbatonsCrestClearBg.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/350?cb=20160630041801)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> 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 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Are the rumors true?<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Said The Sky - Show and Tell (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dvtj4fzSkiw)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Michael | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>As the seconds continued to tick by, Juliette found herself unable to discern this moment from reality. If it was truly happening, it felt more like a dream than anything she had ever experienced. And if it was just a dream, she hoped that no one was cruel enough to wake her from it. <br><br>Michael’s eyes were locked onto hers, somehow. Despite his gorgeous surroundings, she was the only thing he was focused on. Even though he should have been freezing, when her hands cupped his scraggly cheeks and tangled within his drenched locks, his skin felt slick, but not cold. <br><br>Perhaps she had been correct, before. Maybe Michael really was a siren, about to lure her into the water and drown her. Even if that was her reality, Juliette didn’t think she would mind it much. That was how captivated he made her. That was the genuine effect he had on her, and it was too powerful to combat. <br><br>Despite the flush that swarmed along her cheeks, which matched the blush that he wore on his, though it was at least partially concealed by his beard, Juliette took a chance. She felt pulled to this man in a way that she couldn’t explain. Later, when Gamon would ask her if she had lost her mind, she would have no explanation. <br><br>The only defense she had were the feelings that he was rousing within her. After only just meeting him, at that. She kissed both of his cheeks, memorizing the taste of him, beneath the layer of salty water. While pulled so close, all she wanted was an excuse to kiss him where she really wanted to taste him. <br><br>She heard the shallowness of his breathing, felt the trembles of his jaw, and imagined that his heart was soaring just as much as hers was. Juliette had gotten lured by him, there was no question. A spark that appeared from the moment they had first laid eyes on each other, grew to a firework finale that neither could ignore.<br><br>When she had to withdraw from his face, because there was no reason to remain so close - having exhausted her excuse with the French greeting - Juliette frowned a little. Yet, whatever semblance of manners she had remaining, managed to return in that moment, as well. She apologized and hoped that it was enough. <br><br>Michael was stoic, yet his gaze had intensified - if it were at all possible - and he reached down to cup her face in his massive hands. Juliette felt her face relax in his embrace, taking in a breath that suggested she wasn’t breathing correctly before, but now that he was touching her back, she could. <br><br>His forehead pressed against hers and Juliette’s gaze lowered to take in the sight of his lips, so close yet still so far away. Then, those lips moved to formulate two words. Michael told her not to be sorry and Juliette’s frown erased instantly. She took in a shaky breath, nodding her head very slightly. Her smile brightened her features, then. Even though she had undoubtedly ruined his swimming routine by stumbling upon him at the lake, he seemed to prefer it. If she didn’t decide to take this stroll on this day, then she might have not met him under these conditions. <br><br>Out here, where there was no one but the friendly giant squid to judge them, it was like they were lost in their own little world. They were cut off from the reality of school and the Tournament and everything else. To her, it felt like they had travelled into the pages of a romantic novel. <br><br>Then, just like in one of those romance novels, he angled his head and pressed a nervous, feather light kiss, against her lips. Juliette’s arms wrapped around his shoulders, her hands collecting at the nape of his neck, slowly. She fell against him, stretching to make herself taller and to reach his lips better. <br><br>She had kissed him back, though her lips were shivering too, and not from the chilly autumn air. It was a chaste kiss, a perfect first kiss, particularly for the moment they were sharing. Juliette lowered onto her heels shortly afterward, letting her hands slide from his bare skin. Her heart was hammering so loudly against her chest, she was certain every creature in the water could hear it.<br><br>For a few moments, she seemed at a loss for words. Her mint green gaze simply watched him. She was left breathless for a beat or two, but once she managed to settle and get a hold of herself, Juliette realized that Michael just may have been living proof that love at first sight actually existed. <br><br>“That was…” Juliette beamed at the only word she could think of to describe it. “Perfect.” Her head tilted to the side and even though she wanted to kiss him again, she had to refrain. Yet, she was sure, Michael could easily convince her to do all sorts of things that she would never have learned in etiquette class. <br><br>“So, what’s next?” She inquired, at first not specifying what she meant. “In your routine,” she quickly added, though she had to admit, she was just as curious to discover what was next for them. But, fate was likely the only one who could answer that question. She was politely inviting herself to join him. “If you don’t mind me tagging along, that is.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>10-03-2019, 14:38:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/6M6FzTb.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674643#msg14674643)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor | Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggleborn (?)<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 ½ inch | Pear | Unicorn Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ac/35/29/ac3529fc1dfe1d5f288c61965948827d.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Thursday, 3 October, 2019 | Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Art Studio&nbsp; <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Creative juices are flowing<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Psy - Gentleman (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ASO_zypdnsQ)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Hayley | (Mentioning Corey)</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Grace smiled at Hayley, who appeared so relieved that she wasn’t interrupting anything. Honestly, it was hard to believe that Hayley could truly be bothering anyone, even if she tried to. Though many of their peers called her Mouse because she was small and quiet, Grace was always reminded of the many stories about how those tiny mice could scare a herd of enormous elephants.<br><br>Maybe Hayley had that capability within herself, and just hadn’t discovered it yet.<br><br>She smiled at Hayley’s encouraging words about art and artistry. She supposed it was true that there was no longer a typical medium of art and that even if some people thought of artists in a specific way or thought that they had to fit into a certain mold, that didn’t make it so. But, because Grace was only designing clothes, she had always thought of herself as being on a lower tier than artists like Hayley.<br><br>She was right, though. They were both creating something from nothing. Maybe that did make Grace an artist. Either way, she grinned at Hayley, seemingly accepting her words. Hayley agreed about Durmstrang being the difficult one of the three schools, but confidently assured her that Grace could figure something out. “Yeah, I might just need to think on it a bit longer.”<br><br>To her question about the Tournament, Hayley was quick to say no, which made Grace chuckle faintly. She nodded at Hayley’s reason, her smile fading at the idea that she’d let the whole school down. “Even if our Champion doesn’t win, they’re not letting Hogwarts down. They gave it their all.” She shrugged a shoulder. “That’s the most we can ask of them, really.” Yet, still, she wasn’t trying to convince Hayley to enter her name, especially if she didn’t want to.<br><br>Hayley didn’t say she was cheering for anyone special, just Hogwarts itself. Well, that was boring. Grace smirked when she turned the tables around on her and asked the same question. “Well, Corey said he wanted to enter-” she paused after blurting that bit out. <br><br>What made her think of Corey when on the topic of crushes? <br><br>No, it wasn’t because of the topic of crushes, it was because of the topic of the Tournament that she mentioned him. And as her best friend, of course she would cheer him on. <br><br>Grace blinked rapidly a few times, shaking her head a bit, as if to work away a flustering thought. “Erm,” she started again, taking a moment to breathe in a gulp of air. “But I secretly hope he doesn't make it.” She confessed, wrinkling her nose at Hayley. “Does that make me a terrible best friend?” Her lips quirked a bit. “I mean, I’m worried he’d get really hurt. Not because he’s rubbish at magic or anything, but… just because it’s so dangerous.” <br><br>Her head shook slowly, feeling a bit like an awful person. But, a second later she started chuckling. “Besides, he’s… afraid of snakes. Like, deathly.” She broke out into a fit of laughter. “He nearly blew up my sheets because he thought there was one on my bed!” Grace’s laughter continued, her cheeks actually hurting after a while. “It was… not… a snake.” She admitted, flushing slightly, then hiding her face in her hands. “Cor, Hayley, it was mortifying,” she muttered, though her words were muffled by her palms. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>10-03-2019, 19:18:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://66.media.tumblr.com/9d9925a42d9e7eab7ede651862fe6c31/tumblr_npefzp2c4z1sxwyufo3_r1_500.gif)</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 pair of black swimming trunks<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>&nbsp; Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Swimming<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Arctic Monkeys - R U Mine? (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ngzC_8zqInk)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Juliette, Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Despite the brevity of the kiss in reality in Michael's mind it could not have lasted longer. It felt like an age, his lips against Juliette's. He didn't know a thing about her, not really. But yet for some reason the moment couldn't have felt more natural. He was blushing red, his heart like a piston in his chest and his muscular body almost shivering not out of cold but out of the intensity of his feelings. <br><br>When the kiss broke he was as breathless as she was, inhaling sharply and smiling at her. The fact she seemed as happy as he was brought him a great deal of comfort, staying his overly enthusiastic heart a little. He wanted to speak up, but could find no words. Instead he just found himself transfixed by her eyes, the spell only being broken when she spoke.<br><br>He blinked once, as if making sure this was reality. Perfect described the moment to him, too, but he'd been terrified she might not have felt the same. He stumbled over his words for a moment, before finding his voice. "It was." He confirmed, smile widening. His hands left the sides of her face, unintentionally leaving traces of water where he'd touched, just as he had on her wrist. <br><br>Leaning up a little, though still trying to account for their height difference, Michael beamed wide. He felt elated. It was near enough a dizzying sensation. He didn't know what to do or say. He'd never felt like this with any of his previous partners. Never so swept away and inexplicably both lost and certain at the same time. Once again it was Juliette who drew him back to the real world, steadying his often racing mind. <br><br>He took a deep breath, steadying his mind and body as best he could in unison. When she asked what was next he was momentarily not sure what she meant, but fortunately Juliette was swift to provide context. His routine. What had the plan been? Michael questioned himself and immediately found wanting. He could barely remember his day. It all seemed like a loose blur before he'd left the lake. Everything he had planned on was lost in this distraction. <br><br>Eventually he settled more. If it had been truly important he would remember. Perhaps the plan had been to take a moment of relaxation. He knew the tournament would soon keep him busy. He also knew Dior's party was later. But that was not his scene. A few pints at Hogsmeade he could do. But her idea of a party was not something he'd ever enjoy. Michael decided it would be easiest to take things step by step in reforming some kind of routine.<br><br>"I.." He started, trailing for a moment. "I should get myself dry. Find my shirt." He noted, now that things had returned to something resembling ordinary he began to feel a little self conscious of his lack of clothes. He didn't around most people, but it felt a little rude around Juliette. He blushed red again. His wand and shirt were at the nearest tree, shirt on a branch and wand propped by the trunk. Michael nodded in their direction but didn't start moving yet.<br><br>"I don't mind at all." He smiled, encouraging. "Although I don't have a lot planned for this afternoon." He admitted. Maybe she would already know about the party. After all, he barely knew her at all. Perhaps they would have their differences. Everything thus far had been down to blind luck, and the idea the two would get on past that first embrace now felt like a great deal of hope. Michael chose to remain optimistic, despite his nerves. He never knew what to think when it came to people. Or, particularly, women. Despite being quite a romantic he was relatively inept. "Did you have plans?" He inquired. It would at least help him know if she intended on attending the party, and it might help him reform his plans for the rest of the day. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>11-03-2019, 16:22:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/JOsOdBT.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674643#msg14674643)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor | Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggleborn (?)<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 ½ inch | Pear | Unicorn Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same as in picture<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Sunday, 13 October | Mid afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch bleachers | Quidditch field <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> X's and O's<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Bebe Rexha - I'm a Mess (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LdH7aFjDzjI)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Expecting Cai | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Because of the Triwizard Tournament, there would be no quidditch taking place during the school year. Grace enjoyed watching the games and cheering on Gryffindor, even though the sport was not one she would ever consider joining. It was still a thrilling sport to witness, especially since no one in the muggle world would ever be able to duplicate it. <br><br>It was going to be a very different year, this year, that much was for certain. <br><br>Even without a game going on to capture her interest, Grace decided to pay a visit to the bleachers anyway. She stepped onto the cool grass and hugged her arms around herself a little tighter. The field was so empty - she had never seen it so desolate before. It was the perfect place to go and have a think, she decided. <br><br>With so much on her mind as of late, it was hard for Grace to focus on the thoughts swarming about her head properly. Not even the solitude of her private dorm helped her. Maybe it had less to do with her surroundings and more to do with the subject matter at hand. Had she been missing something with Corey? Something that was obvious to others, but not to her?<br><br>Grace sighed, sitting down at the very first seat, at the base of the stands. She had nothing else to do that afternoon, so she figured she would endure the cold for as long as she could, in order to get some much needed clarity and maybe even a little peace of mind. At least, she hoped that would be the end result. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>11-03-2019, 18:09:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/2830886818/49a60e4c56e762f11d84f252e263f59d_400x400.jpeg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Hayley Alexandria Michelson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665439#msg14665439)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff / 4th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> HALFBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 in. /Acacia/Thunderbird tail feather<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> this (https://data.whicdn.com/images/29882011/original.jpg), <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Thursday, 3 October, 2019 | Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> art studio<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Grace, open <strong>Mentions:</strong> Cory</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr>Hayley was glad that Grace wasn't one to give up on her art so easily. It was like giving up on one's self, granted Hayley didn't have the best track record when it came to that. Her art was one thing she'd always seemed able to believe in. Even if she did share some of it from behind a creative moniker. That wasn't going to stop her from encouraging Grace's muse. Besides when it came to some things in life Hayley went by what her father sometimes said. 'Do as I say, Hayley, not as I do.' those words always made her laugh.<br><br>"I'm sure you will find something great for them. They don't get many chances to express themselves through fashion after all. So maybe that can give them the chance to do that." she nodded hoping it might spark an idea, "A uniform that can be customized but still regulation...if there is such a thing?" Hayley tilted her head and laughed before slipping over to an empty stool and claiming it. "Oh, and there is always the different events that will happen at the school. I have no doubt that some of them will be looking for an amazing look for them as well. An original Grace Carter design seems like a great option."<br><br>"I suppose you're right, and who knows what sorts of challenges there might be. I've been reading up on all the previous tournaments and there was all manner of tasks set before the challengers. I'm actually really curious to see what sorts of tasks they will pick this year." Hayley nodded with a bit of curious confidence in her knowledge on the subject. Granted her curiosity shifted subjects the moment Grace mentioned Cory.<br><br>Hayley had seen the pair around the school quite often, and she'd wondered more then once if they were a couple. The fact that he might be a special someone Grace would be cheering on seemed to fit that little detail. But Hayley was pretty sure if they were a couple she'd know at least that much. But Hayley watched as Grace spoke and couldn't help but smile. "No it doesn't make you an awful person at all; you're just worried about him is all. The tournaments do have a history of being dangerous. So being worried about someone you care about being a part of them is only natural." she firmly nodded believing she'd feel the same way should someone she cared about enter their name. It was after all take a great risk with one's life. No matter the safety precautions, the Ministry of Magic took, there would always be a risk of something going wrong.<br><br>Though Hayley didn't dwell on those thoughts long as Grace buried her face in her hands. "Wait...then what was it?" Hayley asked with a bit of concern, "I'm sure it wasn't as bad as you think," she insisted and reached one hand out to gently touch Grace's arm. Hayley suddenly realized that the little confession meant Cory was in her room, and by or on her bed. But she didn't want to mortify her friend anymore than she already was with questions on that bit of comments. At least not until she got a better idea of what happened. Her mind already rolling over so many interesting options when it came to what could have been confused as a snake. "Come on, talk with me. I bet it will help." Hayley tried to speak as positively as possible, hoping that talking about it really would help her friend. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>12-03-2019, 14:00:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/547175522283552769/551121358290157573/file_171569_0_Elizabeth-Olsen-ASOS.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/e/ea/BeauxbatonsCrestClearBg.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/350?cb=20160630041801)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> 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 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Are the rumors true?<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Said The Sky - Show and Tell (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dvtj4fzSkiw)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Michael | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Juliette could still hardly believe what was happening. It all felt so illusory, like none of it was real. Yet, that kiss was proof enough that Michael was a part of authentic reality. After she suggested the moment, the kiss, their connection, everything… could only be described with one word; perfect, Michael stammered adorably over his concurrence, but agreed, nonetheless. <br><br>The droplets he had left on her cheek and wrist slid down her skin, reminding her that they were there. She chuckled quietly, reaching up with her sleeve and wiping her cheek lightly. It wasn’t that she minded the moisture, especially not when it came from the likes of Michael, but when they parted from their embrace, the cold crept over her again, making the water feel like iclces.<br><br>His wide grin was looking down at her and Juliette’s cheeks burned again, as her own smile stretched and highlighted her features. They could have probably stayed like that for another hour, just standing in front of each other, giggling and smiling at one another. But, Juliette did feel rather bad - even if Michael told her not to apologize for it - about interrupting him.<br><br>To say that this experience was entirely unique for Juliette was an understatement. She never kissed strangers. She never even kissed on the first date. It had been a rule of hers ever since she turned an age appropriate for dating. Likewise, she more often than not took things slowly when it came to relationships. After all, her intention in dating was never to hook up, it was to learn about becoming a proper girlfriend and eventually, an ideal wife.<br><br>Michael answered her question about what came next, a bit absently. Perhaps her being there really had thrown a massive wrench in things for him. When he mentioned putting a shirt on and getting dry, Juliette felt her cheeks burn a little deeper while she nodded her head in agreement. Not that she minded the sight - quite the contrary - however, she couldn’t blame him for wanting to be dry and completely clothed. <br><br>Juliette turned around when Michael started searching for his shirt, then spotted it on the very tree where she had set down her water bottle. What were the chances of that? She smirked gently to herself, then turned to face Michael again, tilting her head, as if to lead him over to the tree. He mentioned that he didn’t have plans for the afternoon, which made Juliette wonder if he was inviting her to spend more time with him. She hoped that was what it meant. <br><br>As they moved closer to the tree, Michael asked if she had plans. Juliette took a moment to think of her answer, waiting until they reached the tree. She bent down and picked up her water bottle, holding it loosely in her hands, rotating it between her palms. “Well, I heard about a party happening somewhere.” She waved it off, her head shaking as if to show her disinterest. <br><br>“But, I’m not much for parties. Call me a stick in the mud,” she joked, laughing softly. “I just don’t drink much. I love a nice wine with dinner. But I’m not really one for the partying scene.” She confessed, sucking on her lips as she looked to him again, wondering what his take was on parties. “I hadn’t planned on attending, so… I suppose I’m free, as well.” She added, a chipper tone in the words. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>12-03-2019, 19:33:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://66.media.tumblr.com/9d9925a42d9e7eab7ede651862fe6c31/tumblr_npefzp2c4z1sxwyufo3_r1_500.gif)</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 pair of black swimming trunks<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>&nbsp; Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Swimming<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Arctic Monkeys - R U Mine? (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ngzC_8zqInk)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Juliette, Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Michael had to make sure he didn't kick himself for stumbling. It seemed like Juliette could appreciate the way he was being relentlessly open and genuine rather than trying to feign confidence. Not that he could've done that if he did attempt to. It would have been a brutally embarrassing disaster. His eyes ran over the water drops, smiling and relaxing as he saw them catch what remained of the light. It was beautiful. But he couldn't blame her for staving off the cold. <br><br>He at least felt grateful that Juliette's cheeks were red like his were. It felt like a very genuine set of emotions, shared between the two. He could have remained with her for, well, he wasn't sure how long. An hour. Michael had never ever been so forward with a woman. When he thought back to kissing her he almost felt his vision go blurry. His heart rate certainly shot up. He loved the memory but he struggled to believe he'd done that. And, perhaps even more intensely, he couldn't believe it hadn't ended in disaster. <br><br>Historically Michael's more enthusiastic efforts at romance were met with some kind of disaster, usually brought on by recklessness or clumsiness. He could just never quite get the timing or the feeling right, and he always felt as though he was trying to be someone he wasn't. He tried to blot out the memory of a handful of the worst offenders in his dating history. At least he always tried to do the right thing. <br><br>He was slightly grateful for some opportunity to focus on the physical, approaching the tree alongside Juliette. He felt momentarily uncertain on reaching the tree, briefly hearing her mention a party and thinking they may not suit each other as well as the intense introduction might have suggested. But then she waved it off and he smiled wide, a gentle but warm and happy smile. He couldn't be happier to not be going to a party of Dior's. He wasn't the type to hold onto anything approaching hate, but he certainly did not have a thing in common with that woman.<br><br>He reached up, easily extracting his shirt from the branch and unfolding it lightly. Before putting it back on he nodded. Her suggestion of a nice wine with dinner caught his attention, but he wasn't sure if that was a comment on her tastes or a suggestion. "They're not my thing either. You're no stick in the mud." He reassured. "I drink the odd pint, or a nice cider. Sometimes shared a whisky with my old man" he commented, trying to make it clear that he did none of them too often. Michael could drink a lot, due to his size, but he rarely did.<br><br>"A wine with dinner is great too." He noted with a smile, fetching his wand before risking putting his shirt back on over wetness. "I'd.." He blushed red, failing to get the sentence out on his first attempt but only redoubling his efforts. "I'd much rather spend the evening with you." Michael's every facet screamed at him to hide his face or look away, but he would not allow himself. Whether he was shot down in flames or born aloft by them he would do either with his eyes on hers, even if he was blushing deeply. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Luciferia</strong> on <strong>12-03-2019, 22:06:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/EEVWCFh.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/e/ea/BeauxbatonsCrestClearBg.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/350?cb=20160630041801)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Eliza Campbell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14664026#msg14664026)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>YEAR:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Fourth</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Halfblood</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>10 ½” | Chestnut | Unicorn Hair | Springy (https://i.imgur.com/2e8tNWl.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>As Pictured | White Tee &amp; Black Skinny Jeans</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Late Morning</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Wandering the Halls</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>International Magical Cooperation</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Baby I got me, only friend I need… (https://youtu.be/KVGRN7Z7T1A)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><strong>Joey Kingston</strong></td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><em>“Bet you would.”</em><br><br>The comment sent a chill down Eliza’s spine, one that was growling promises in that Londoner slang that on anyone else could have the potential to be annoying. Her grin glinted in the torchlight and the both of them laughed together in the shameless suggestion of her kangaroo joke. She was prepared to either play it off as a joke, or commit to the insinuation – all based on his reaction. <br><br><em>“Thanks fam.”</em><br><br>Eliza chin nodded at him with her lips puckered and her eyebrows narrowed. <strong>“Bloody welcome.”</strong> She then laughed and looked away, relieving some of the palpable tension, taking a breath as she pretended to look out the window. After all, flirting was just flirting. There was no reason for her to get ahead of herself.<br><br><em>“I’d rather have a shower someplace nobody interrupts it.”</em><br><br>Looking back at him she felt herself take a deep breath through her half-parted lips. <br><br><em>“Like my room.”</em><br><br>A pair of brown eyebrows lifted high on her forehead and her face brightened like the lighting of a candle. They’d been dancing around it but this, <em>this</em> was a clear invitation; a confirmation that she was not imagining things or projecting her own rampant sexual desires onto others. <br><br><em>“We can do a lot more than flirt there.”</em><br><br><em>GOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAL.</em><br><br>Eliza’s soft face pulled into a huge smile and she immediately came forward to link her arm with his. She was not as tall but all she had to do to kiss him was lean her head slightly to the right to deliver a fleeting kiss on his lips, one that made a natural smacking sound. With mischief sparkling in her green eyes, she waggled her eyebrows at him and said <br><br><strong>“Lead the way, ya larrikin.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>13-03-2019, 12:52:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/6M6FzTb.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674643#msg14674643)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor | Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggleborn (?)<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 ½ inch | Pear | Unicorn Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ac/35/29/ac3529fc1dfe1d5f288c61965948827d.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Thursday, 3 October, 2019 | Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Art Studio&nbsp; <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Creative juices are flowing<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Psy - Gentleman (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ASO_zypdnsQ)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Hayley | (Mentioning Corey)</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Grace chuckled at the idea that her designs might actually become a thing that either of the foreign schools would consider wearing. Right. Maybe in her dreams. She wrinkled her nose at Hayley’s words just the same, obviously not taking her designs as seriously as others might. After all, she had no way of transferring them from paper into fabric. So, for now, they were just designs and nothing more. <br><br>“You speak of it as if I’m a world renowned fashion designer,” Grace waved a hand in the air, trying to make the title sound as outrageous as she felt it did. When the topic switched to the tournament, Grace nodded. “I wonder as well. Maybe all of the events will have some sort of safety precaution, right? Like bowling with the bumpers up.” She giggled at the image. “I’d still bowl that way if I ever went bowling,” she easily admitted.<br><br>At the mention of Corey potentially entering his name into the goblet of fire, Grace’s smile swept away. “If he’s chosen, I hope there are bumpers.” She mentioned, hopefully, using her same analogy as before. Hayley confirmed that she wasn’t an awful best friend for wishing he wouldn’t get chosen, and it made her feel a slight bit better. “Well, that’s a relief.” <br><br>“Still,” she murmured, giving Hayley a conspiratorial look. “Maybe we just won’t mention that bit to him.” <br><br>Once Grace launched into her story about the incident on her bed, her cheeks turned a little pink at Hayley’s innocence as she inquired as to what it was, if not a snake, wrapped in her sheets. “Erm,” she began, but Hayley went on to mention she was sure it wasn’t as bad as she thought. Grace chuckled again, shaking her head. “Oh, Hayley…” Grace started. She was really too innocent, wasn’t she? <br><br>Still, she insisted that Grace open up about it, so she took a deep breath, and whilst hiding her face in her hands, she revealed the great big secret. “It was a vibrator. My … Jack Rabbit vibrator.” Hayley probably had no idea what one of them looked like, though. <br><br>So, Grace unmasked her face and pulled out her phone, then pulled up an image on the Maginet, to show to her friend. “It looks like this (https://www.satisfaction.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/Petite-Jack-Rabbit-Vibrator-Purple.jpg).” She held her phone out in front of Hayley with the image on the screen. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>13-03-2019, 13:16:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/547175522283552769/551121358290157573/file_171569_0_Elizabeth-Olsen-ASOS.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/e/ea/BeauxbatonsCrestClearBg.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/350?cb=20160630041801)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> 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 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Are the rumors true?<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Said The Sky - Show and Tell (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dvtj4fzSkiw)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Michael | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>It was a good thing that they had material items in the physical world around them to focus on. Otherwise, Juliette and Michael may have gotten stuck in a fantasy world all their own, for an inordinate amount of time. Before they knew it, the sky might have fallen to dusk and their only reminder of time continuing on rather than staying still, would be the darkness as it swallowed them whole.<br><br>Juliette took a chance as they reached the tree which held both of their effects. She figured that honesty was the best policy, specifically when trying to determine if a connection with another certain someone was meant to be, or not. Still, with the way that their happenstance meeting had transpired, she couldn’t help feeling as if it were destined of the fates. This man struck her as much more than another Hogwarts student. <br><br>Even though there was a small chance that confessing her distaste for parties - such as the one being held that evening - could have acted against her, Juliette opted for the truth, anyway. As she confessed that she preferred quiet evenings, Michael’s grin stretched and widened. Despite not knowing what it was he had been smiling about, Juliette couldn’t help returning such a smile. His were infectious to a point that Juliette couldn’t ignore. <br><br>Michael reached for his shirt and went to tug it on, leaving Juliette to stare one final time at his well defined torso, bidding his musculature a farewell that she, thankfully, kept in her head. When he admitted to much the same, Juliette’s smile lengthened even further, the apples of her cheeks seemingly glowing, or perhaps that was just how the sun played off her skin. He went on to mention that he only drank occasionally, and not with the purpose of getting drunk. <br><br>“That sounds lovely,” she remarked, just before he agreed that wine with dinner was also ideal. Michael’s flush became more pronounced when he started to say something, piquing Juliette’s interest and making her sink her teeth against her lower lip in anticipation. He mentioned, after collecting a bit of strength, that he’d rather spend the evening with her, whilst meeting her gaze intently. Juliette released her lower lip to allow her lips to thin into a bright smile. <br><br>She nodded, her long, golden locks, flicking a bit as she did. “I would love that.” Maybe she answered too quickly or earnestly according to some peers, but Juliette was not interested in playing games with men. When it came to matters of the heart, she was entirely sincere and was always wearing her heart on her sleeve. <br><br>“Shall we meet somewhere, then?” She questioned, hoping she wouldn’t get lost along the way. “Where would you care to spend the evening?” She questioned, her heart skipping in her chest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>13-03-2019, 14:08:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://66.media.tumblr.com/9d9925a42d9e7eab7ede651862fe6c31/tumblr_npefzp2c4z1sxwyufo3_r1_500.gif)</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 pair of black swimming trunks<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>&nbsp; Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Swimming<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Arctic Monkeys - R U Mine? (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ngzC_8zqInk)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Juliette, Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Michael was glad to notice she seemed to share his smile. At least they agreed on one thing. The party would have been an easy option for something to do, but it seemed as though neither of them would've had a good evening there. Or as good as they could have with one another's company. He already got the picture he'd enjoy an evening just about anywhere if she was there.<br><br>He was glad she didn't judge him for his blushing, or his brief stumbling over words. If anything his nervousness was only met with a reassuring smile, and it kept him feeling a great deal of optimism. He nodded along with her assertion that it sounded lovely. He couldn't choose whether to focus on her beautiful hair, still lit by the afternoon sun, or her enchanting smile that seemed to be inexplicably bright. <br><br>He was very reassured when she responded soon. Michael was no good at guessing games and preferred blunt honesty even when it caused him to be a little awkward at times. He supposed he never understood this games because he had always lacked the heart to play them himself. It was almost hard to believe that she wanted to, though it fit perfectly with their exchange so far. He would love the evening too. <br><br>He gave a slight nod at the suggestion of meeting somewhere, and let his mind wander when she questioned where he'd spend the evening. He hoped she wouldn't be a woman of especially exquisite tastes. She seemed to have an air of sophistication about her that Michael often felt he lacked. Polite, maybe, but Michael always knew he could be rough around the edges. He didn't fit in well with anything approaching high society.<br><br>The Three Broomsticks was his best suggestion. It was a lot nicer than the Hog's Head, and easy enough to get to. A more private feeling than the halls of Hogwarts while being less forward than an invitation to his room. There was always the room of requirement, but then again. The tops of his ears and his cheeks almost threatened to singe him. Michael did not want to risk finding out what that room might have turned into. Hogsmeade was the best choice, so far as he could tell.<br><br>Hoping he'd not been quiet too long as he mulled it over Michael spoke up. "There's a lovely pub in Hogsmeade. It's not a proper restaurant." He warned, feeling he should be clear. "But it has nice food, nice enough drinks and a calm feeling to it." He finished up. "The Three Broomsticks." He'd only realised he'd forgotten to mention the name after explaining why he'd suggested it. As he did Michael twirled his wand between his fingers. He needed to dry himself off, the wetness of the lake seeping into his shirt and causing it to stick to his body, but he was too focused on planning their evening. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>13-03-2019, 22:40:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/67/62/b6/6762b6de28ab1f9d1d01bb14ce3c6c09.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> Joey Kingston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14706442#msg14706442)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor | Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half Blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 13 ½ inch | Red Oak | Rougarou Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> White Tank Top, Gym Shorts<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Late Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Hogwarts Gym | Just Leaving<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Working Out<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Lethal Bizzle - Going to the Gym (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5pTPHU2g4Ws)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Eliza Campbell</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Joey couldn't be happy that Eliza seemed very good at keeping things light hearted. She didn't seem the type to make things that did not exist of a situation. He nodded when she said he was welcome, lightly smiling at her Aussie slang. It was entertaining to say the least and made a welcome change from the posher students here. <br><br>He kept his dark eyes on hers as she reacted to his flirtatious language. Of all the people he'd known he had to say this one, above just about everyone, managed to wear her heart right on her sleeve. There was certainly no doubt how she felt, easily reading her bright expression and feeling encouraged. Flirting was one thing, but Joey could think of a more fun way to spend the afternoon than idly flirting. Sure, he had a party to attend later, but he never took long to get ready.&nbsp; <br><br>As soon as she stepped forward he accepted the linked arm, ever so slightly encouraging her in for the light kiss. She did well to blend boldness with some social grace, and even Joey didn't want to be yelled at for misbehaving in the school corridors. He had some respect for the place. It was soft but encouraging, and he kept a bright smile on his own lips as he began to lead her on through the corridors, falling unusually quiet while he tried to work out what on earth a 'Larrikin was'. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HannibalBarca</strong> on <strong>15-03-2019, 05:54:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fe/Normal_set011_003.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/A5xScp0.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Cairon Hildebrondus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674976#msg14674976)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw, 7th year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 9/16" | pine | dragon heartstring | inflexible <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Ravenclaw hoodie, jeans, checked Vans<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> October 13, mid morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch field<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Tame if awkward<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Do It Again (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MKAC7t0P65o)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Grace, closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Cai had occasions to be reflective.&nbsp; On this occasion, heading up to the Quidditch pitch, it was on his brief moment of glory two years ago, as an alternate chaser.&nbsp; Playing in two matches, he managed to actually score five goals in the last one, helping the team to victory.<br><br>"Couldn't make a go at though, could you?" he breathed, crooking his neck as he came around the first gate into the pitch.&nbsp; It had been one of his moments in the sun, on a team that had come in third for the year, but he'd never really wanted to go full on into the sport.&nbsp; He still had many more plans beyond playing a game for a career.&nbsp; No...there were still many more unfulfilled plans to go...and thus a quiet period up in the bleachers would give him time to clear his mind.<br><br>Reaching the top of the stairs, he turned into the first row, and immediately realized he wasn't alone.&nbsp; He recognized her at once--<em>how could anyone not notice that face?</em>--and seeing as how there was no way to turn around, since she was facing in his direction, he continued to amble easily over towards her...although inside, his mood was in no way calm or relaxed.<br><br>Grace.&nbsp; The last he'd talked with her, they had decided to give their relationship a pause.&nbsp; That had been a good four months ago.&nbsp; He hadn't meant it to end this way, but the devil if he'd never been able to get over that damnable hump he had as far as intimacy.&nbsp; Not the sexual sort--the open-hearted sort.&nbsp; And as sweet and gentle and personable as Grace Carter was, he'd mucked up what should have been a perfect relationship.<br><br>"'ello, Gracie," he said, amiably enough, and he even managed to meet her gaze.&nbsp; After that, though, he attempted a smile, which unfortunately faltered.&nbsp; "Been a bit."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Luciferia</strong> on <strong>16-03-2019, 01:38:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/EEVWCFh.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/e/ea/BeauxbatonsCrestClearBg.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/350?cb=20160630041801)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Eliza Campbell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14664026#msg14664026)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>YEAR:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Fourth</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Halfblood</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>10 ½” | Chestnut | Unicorn Hair | Springy (https://i.imgur.com/2e8tNWl.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>As Pictured | White Tee &amp; Black Skinny Jeans</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Late Morning</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Wandering the Halls</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>International Magical Cooperation</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Baby I got me, only friend I need… (https://youtu.be/KVGRN7Z7T1A)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><strong>Joey Kingston</strong></td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Eliza’s step was practically bouncing as she walked arm-in-arm with Joey through the majestic corridors of Hogwarts castle. She’d been here for all of 24 hours and already she’d found an eager bloke with the body of a DBZ character. She was floating on air! And yet, she was actually quite firmly on the ground so she matched her stride to his so that the pair of them didn’t topple over like a pair of contestants in a three-legged-race. <br><br><strong>“So what <em>else</em> do you do for fun around here?”</strong> she asked, never one to let conversation die, especially when she had such a fun and handsome partner. <strong>“Are we stuck with Hogsmeade or do you lot toss ‘em back somewhere else?”</strong> Eliza liked Hogsmeade as much as the next Sheila, but she doubted that the small town had enough to keep her entertained for the duration of the school year.<br><br>A thought struck her then and she looked over. <strong>“D’ya know Joanna? Red hair, ‘bout my height, great rack?”</strong> She gave him time to reply before going on. <strong>“She and I have been friends for years, ever since we met at a pub in south London and got into some <em>PROPER</em> trouble,”</strong> she added, laughing and shaking her head at the joyous memory. Joanna Batherson was nothing short of an angel to Eliza, the ketchup to her mustard, and just being in the same halls as her, potentially talking to one of her friends, made Eliza feel connected.<br><br>She looked left and right as he led her up yet <em>another</em> staircase. <em>Fuck me dead, there’s more stairs?</em> Beauxbatons did not suffer from a lack of them, but as flight after flight turned into a tight spiral, she realized that Joey was leading her up into one of the tallest towers! <br><br><em>Bloody hell, I need to use that gym. Now where was it again…?</em> <br><br>When he paused at the portrait of the Fat Lady, Eliza’s luminous smile flickered as she took in the painting. The likeness between her figure and that of the woman in the painting was striking. Her cheeks turned pink but she willed herself not to overreact. Was this all some sort of cruel joke? Lead the fat foreigner all the way up the stairs and show her a mean painting?!<br><br>She licked her lips. She’d been through worse and would survive this no matter what. <br><br><strong>“…Are we here?”</strong> she asked in a softer, more vulnerable voice.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>17-03-2019, 08:05:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/2830886818/49a60e4c56e762f11d84f252e263f59d_400x400.jpeg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Hayley Alexandria Michelson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665439#msg14665439)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff / 4th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> HALFBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 in. /Acacia/Thunderbird tail feather<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> this (https://data.whicdn.com/images/29882011/original.jpg), <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Thursday, 3 October, 2019 | Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> art studio<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Grace, open <strong>Mentions:</strong> Cory</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr>Hayley shrugged her shoulders a bit but still had a gentle smile on her lips. It was weird how she could doubt herself so easily but when it came to her friends she could see them all taking on the world. And that was no different when it came to Grace. "Well maybe someday you will be, I mean if that is what you want?" she asked wondering more about her friend's dreams. Were all these designs something she wanted to make a reality or was it just a past time? What was it that Grace really wanted out of life?<br><br>Another laugh escaped Hayley as Grace mentioned the bumpers in bowling. "Man I'm so bad the bumpers never could save me. I've gotten a gutter ball in the next to mine before." she laughed again and for a moment remembering the found yet embarrassing memory. Out with her family when she was younger. Hauling that bright pink ball as quickly as she could, and watching it bump along the shiny wooden surface and right over to the next lane. "Still like to play though, granted we tend to make sure we are on the last lane after that little decedent." she smiled warmly for a moment longer.<br><br>"But yeah," Hayley tilted her head as her features softened, "The ministry of magic has really made a point of saying they are looking after our safety first this year. I have no doubt that its the only reason they have been allowed to reinstate the event at all." she tried to assure Grace, "Besides even if he is picked, he won't be alone. We could always back him up," she nodded firmly, hoping that would help Grace feel a bit better about the idea.<br><br>"Mums the word," Hayley nodded and pretended to seal her lips tight. She was never one to speak out of turn, even more so when it came to this sort of a situation. Grace would get around her feelings with Corey when she was ready. Hayley had no right to rush or betray that.<br><br>Hayley's brow scrunched as Grace seemed to get flustered about what happened back in her bedroom. She wanted to assure her that it probably wasn't that bad. But when it came to moments like that she understood feeling as if it could be the end of your world. Hayley could think of plenty of times where she'd thought the very same thing. Granted she wasn't expecting the moment in question to involved Grace's vibrator.<br><br>Hayley paused for a moment, almost wincing as she thought about it. A blush washing over her cheeks as Grace held up her phone to show her the picture of the toy. Granted her first thought was 'Wow that thing has all the bells and whistles!', "Ohhhh," she nibbled her lip and tried to think of a way to sooth Grace's worries but failed. "Ok yeah I can see why you're mortified," she admitted knowing full well she'd be flailing just as much. Though she didn't own a vibrator, in those private moments Hayley relied on her own hands to...shaking her head Hayley cleared her throat. "Ok yup, time to change your name and find another school." she teased a bit hoping it would get Grace to laugh and give her the time to think of something helpful to say.<br><br>"I'm sure he is just as unsure on what to think. I mean," she reached up and ran her fingers through her hair, "Everyone does it, and I mean...he's probably more embarrassed about his reaction to it. I mean that he thought it was a snake, did he flail, or scream like a kid? Sure he could think about the fact that you had been," Hayley paused and took a deep breath.<br><br>"I wish I was better at this, honestly I'd be ready to crawl under a rock myself. But maybe that isn't what you should do? Maybe talking with him, finding a way to laugh about it would be best." Hayley suggested, "Easier said then done I know. If it helps, you can flail with me all you want." she offered with a firm nod. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>17-03-2019, 15:41:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/JOsOdBT.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674643#msg14674643)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor | Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggleborn (?)<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 ½ inch | Pear | Unicorn Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same as in picture<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Sunday, 13 October | Mid afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch bleachers | Quidditch field <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> X's and O's<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Bebe Rexha - I'm a Mess (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LdH7aFjDzjI)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Cai | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Grace heard footsteps before she raised her head to see who had created the sound. Yet, who her gaze met was not who she had been expecting. For some reason, she figured it would be Corey who had followed her there, or at the very least, decided to check on her. In a way, she was disappointed. Not because it was Cai, her ex-boyfriend, who had started to approach after meeting her gaze, perhaps out of a certain sense of obligation. Rather, because when she realized it wasn’t Corey, she recognized a feeling of longing.<br><br>Since when did she pine for Corey?<br><br>She shook her head and willed those thoughts from her mind, waving at Cai as he came closer. “Hullo, Cai.” Her smile was a somber one, but it still existed nevertheless. Out of habit, she reached out beside her and patted the bleacher next to her. “Have a seat, if you want.” She offered, taking her hand back to rest it against her lap, folding one leg over the other. “It has,” she nodded at his words. It had been a bit of time. All summer, actually. They had broken up before summer vacation, last year, knowing that their relationship wouldn’t last since they were both heading in quite different directions, both literally and metaphorically. <br><br>It was for the best and Grace maintained loads of good memories with him, so she hoped they could still manage to be amicable with one another. Though, being friends with exes was always tricky business, wasn’t it? “How was your summer?” She paused for only a beat before asking her next question. “Come here for a bit of a think, have you?” Grace asked, implying that was the reason for her to be sitting in the first row of otherwise completely vacant bleachers. She had to admit, she wondered what Cai was out here thinking on. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>18-03-2019, 02:57:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/547175522283552769/551121358290157573/file_171569_0_Elizabeth-Olsen-ASOS.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/e/ea/BeauxbatonsCrestClearBg.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/350?cb=20160630041801)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> 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 | Early Afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Are the rumors true?<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Said The Sky - Show and Tell (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dvtj4fzSkiw)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Michael | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Even though a party was not exactly her scene, Juliette had an instinctive feeling that she would have still managed to enjoy her time there, if she was granted the privilege of being able to spend that time with Michael. Based on the way that he was able to cause their surroundings to vanish into nothing but an island that was meant for just the two of them, she surmised as much. Still, even though she was certain he would have the same effect on her at a party she didn’t want to be at, Juliette was altogether relieved that it wouldn’t have to come to that. <br><br>Instead, it seemed as if they would make their own plans. Just the idea was enough to keep the rosy hue on her cheeks. While Michael thought on it, she took a significant, yet dignified sip from her water bottle, licking her lips chastely when she finished with it. Michael spoke up just after she finished securing the lid on her water bottle again, mentioning that Hogsmeade had a lovely pub. Juliette smiled warmly. Perhaps she didn’t look like a pub regular, and quite honestly, she wasn’t, but that didn’t mean she was too haughty to go to one. Especially on what she was thinking sounded an awful lot like a date. <br><br>Michael warned her that it wasn’t a proper restaurant, and as such, it likely wouldn’t have a full menu of options to choose from. That mattered little to Juliette, though. Thankfully, Michael carried on, remarking that The Three Broomsticks had delightful food and drinks, as well as a welcoming atmosphere. “Sounds lovely,” she concurred, her head tilted wistfully to the side. She eased back into dreamily staring at Michael, not that such a thing was easy to avoid. The only reason she hadn’t suggested that Michael get dry was because she presumed that this was part of his ordinary routine. Maybe he was waiting to shower back at his dorm room. <br><br>Before she allowed her mind to wander at an imminent image of him in the shower, Juliette cleared her throat and started back toward the castle, turning and walking very slowly backward as she continued to speak to him. “I’ve heard of it before. It’s actually on my list of places to visit while I have the opportunity to do so. I’d love to meet you there for dinner. Shall we say 6?” Her nose scrunched slightly as she considered the possibility that that time was too early for dinner. She was hoping to prove that she wasn’t a stick in the mud, after all. “I can’t wait.” She beamed, then waved and turned away to scurry off and get herself ready for what she would later refer to as her first date with Michael. <br><br><hr><div align="center"><em>End.</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>18-03-2019, 04:38:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/6M6FzTb.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674643#msg14674643)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor | Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggleborn (?)<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 ½ inch | Pear | Unicorn Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ac/35/29/ac3529fc1dfe1d5f288c61965948827d.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Thursday, 3 October, 2019 | Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Art Studio&nbsp; <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Creative juices are flowing<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Psy - Gentleman (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ASO_zypdnsQ)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Hayley | (Mentioning Corey)</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Hayley’s shrug was returned with a shrug from Grace after the redhead inquired about whether fashion was what she really wanted to do. Thinking about having to commit to one career path at such a young age always made her hesitate. She lived by the rule that her story was still unwritten. As such, she figured she would constantly be adding to her story. Something about deciding such a finalizing thing when all she really wanted to focus on was living life to the fullest, filled Grace with apprehension. <br><br>Hayley’s bowling story made Grace laugh too. It was a sight she didn’t have to see in order to picture it. She assured Grace that the Minister of Magic was really going above and beyond to make sure that each trial was safe this time around, so the chances of her having anything to worry about were relatively slim. She supposed Hayley was right, and managed to nod her head thoughtfully, though her smile was only a sliver of what it normally was. Grace shrugged a shoulder just the same, still hoping that Corey’s name wouldn’t be chosen. <br><br>When she agreed to keep her embarrassing situation a secret, Grace released a relieved breath and launched into the mortifying story, knowing there was nothing she could say that would mend her level of humiliation. At this point, Grace was just glad that Corey hadn’t brought it up at all after it happened. The cherry on the cake was when she showed Hayley a picture on her phone. Grace must have been correct in her assumption that Hayley was unfamiliar with the Jack Rabbit, her face certainly told that story. <br><br>She paused, seemingly at a complete loss for words, while staring and blushing at the purple vibrator on Grace’s phone. When she withdrew her phone again, Grace had to chuckle. Hayley admitted that it was a lot worse than she thought, and joked about changing her name and moving to a different school. “See what I mean?” Grace shrieked, replacing her phone into her bag and running her hands through her hair, making it look as if she was about to pull her tendrils out of her head. <br><br>Hayley struggled to find the reassuring thing to say, but Grace had to give her friend credit for seeking a silver lining at all. She mentioned that Corey might have not known what to think, either, and reminded Grace that everyone masturbated. Her face turned hot when she thought about that a bit more. Corey… masturbated. Grace blinked, lowering her head until her hair covered her face. That was something she had never considered before. Not that she was in denial about that sort of thing, but Corey as her best friend. <br><br>Thankfully, Hayley was asking other questions, which kept Grace from having to think too hard on it. She laughed, whipping her hair out of her face. “He jumped and turned white as a sheet, but no, he didn’t scream. I think he was literally too scared to scream if that makes sense.” She informed Grace that Corey was likely thinking about how she masturbated with the Jack Rabbit and suddenly she wanted to be done with the conversation. “Oh, god, that’s so much worse.” Again, Grace hid her face. <br><br>Hayley confessed to not being great at this sort of thing, admitting she’d like to hide indefinitely but tried convincing Grace not to do that. She chuckled at the mention of it being easier said than done. “Isn’t it?” She rhetorically questioned. The idea of laughing about it with Corey was a nice thought, but she wasn’t honestly sure that she was quite ready for it. “We’re both just sort of acting like it never happened, I think.” Grace nodded her head slightly. “We’ll just carry on like this for the rest of our lives, should be fine.” She excused, managing a chuckle. <br><br>With a bit of a sigh, she rested her chin on her hands and nodded her head at Hayley. “What were you working on, then?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>23-03-2019, 02:14:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/2830886818/49a60e4c56e762f11d84f252e263f59d_400x400.jpeg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Hayley Alexandria Michelson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665439#msg14665439)<br><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff / 4th Year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> HALFBLOOD<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 in. /Acacia/Thunderbird tail feather<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> this (https://data.whicdn.com/images/29882011/original.jpg), <br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Thursday, 3 October, 2019 | Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> art studio<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Grace, open <strong>Mentions:</strong> Cory</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr>Hayley thought of her future as they talked about possible careers. In truth, they both had a great deal of time to figure it all out. But Hayley already had a few ideas of where she'd like to end up. She knew no matter the choice she wanted to have a creative outlet. Be it through an artistic medium or perhaps something more creative scholarly. Something like charm creation sounded fun, and then there was the possibility of working with her family as well. And though they would love the idea, they never did push for it. Hayley wondered for a moment if Grace had the same freedom?<br><br>As far as Hayley could recall both Grace's parent was muggle born. Which meant that she'd not grown up with magic in her life. Did that mean she'd be forced to hide it whenever she went home? Sure they had to keep magic hidden from muggles as a whole. But keeping a secret from a stranger and keeping one from one's family were two very different things. Hayley shook her head for a moment before losing her train of thought and returned Grace's smile. There was no point in worrying about it too much now. No, at the moment they had a much more interesting challenge to deal with.<br><br>Hayley could only imagine what it was like to be in Grace's shoes. Granted she had a very good imagination and a strong understanding of what it was like to be mortified and embarrassed. So putting herself into Grace's shoes wasn't really that hard. Thankfully though it was all just an image in her head. Hayley knew if it had been her she'd want to crawl under a rock just as quickly as Grace seemed to want to. So the question was, what could she say to help Grace?<br><br>A blush slowly washed over Hayley's cheeks as looked over the image of the toy. She wasn't totally ignorant when it came to sex, but she'd never personally used such a toy. Hell, she'd never owned a vibrator at all. Hayley wondered what the big deal was but somehow knew that asking Grace about it would only make the whole situation more awkward. Perhaps she'd just have to find out what it was like for herself one day? Though the idea of an owl flying in such an order here at the school seemed as if it were asking for trouble.<br><br>"Ok, you know I bet he feels just as embarrassed. Not only because he thought it was a snake but because he stumbled onto something so private." Hayley suggested but wasn't sure if that helped or not. She nodded as Grace said they'd both just been pretending that it never happened. "That works, maybe one day you will both be able to laugh about it. It certainly beats avoiding each other for the rest of your lives." Hayley laughed along with Grace until she asked about her current art project.<br><br>"Oh," Hayley sat her sketchbook down and smiled, "Nothing in particular really. I mean I have been working on human figures more. And I want to play with watercolors more this year too." she explained, "I'm kind of lacking in supplies at the moment though," Hayley whispered the last bit, "Shush don't tell anyone, I totally came to mooch some." she laughed a bit and leaned against the table more. "I'm kind of inspired by the tournament and the arrival of the other students. It's like having a fresh start with all these new people arriving." Hayley spoke as her fingers gently fidgetted with the edges of the pages of her sketchbook.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>25-03-2019, 03:15:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/6M6FzTb.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674643#msg14674643)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor | Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggleborn (?)<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 ½ inch | Pear | Unicorn Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ac/35/29/ac3529fc1dfe1d5f288c61965948827d.jpg)<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Thursday, 3 October, 2019 | Night<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Art Studio&nbsp; <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Creative juices are flowing<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Psy - Gentleman (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ASO_zypdnsQ)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Hayley | (Mentioning Corey)</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Before withdrawing her phone, Grace noticed how Hayley looked at the image of the Jack Rabbit that she had pulled up. Part of her wondered if Hayley owned any sort of sex toy or, for that matter, if she ever saw one in person. She seemed so innocent and yet curious all at the same time. Then again, sometimes even the mousiest of individuals could turn into real animals in the bedroom. <br><br>The redhead assured Grace that Corey was likely just as embarrassed about the ordeal as she had been. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” But did that really help matters? Grace supposed it at least helped her to feel ever so slightly better about it all. At least knowing that she wasn’t alone in feeling as mortified as she did. But, it didn’t really make her feel any ounce of relief, either. <br><br>Grace chuckled at Hayley’s concluding remarks about how she and Corey had managed, up until that point, to completely avoid the topic altogether. “Well, I don’t think we could ever completely avoid each other. That just wouldn’t be right.” The thought of one of them without the other was too strange a concept to be able to process easily. “I hope so,” she murmured at the possibility that one day they could laugh about it.<br><br>Hayley smiled when Grace inquired about her artwork, but claimed she had nothing specific to work on. She shared that she had been practicing figures of the human body more and revealed that she wanted to use watercolors more. All of it sounded a bit intimidating to Grace, who still didn’t consider herself to be the same sort of caliber of an artist as Hayley. <br><br>Her comment about needing to mooch off of the art room made Grace feign shock and awe, a gasp emitting from her before she covered her open mouth with a hand. “Why, Hayley! Stealing supplies?! I’m shocked!” Grace was only joking though, which became clear when her voice wavered and fluctuated. To her remarks about feeling inspired due to the tournament and their new visitors from the competing schools, Grace nodded. “I suppose it’s striking in all sorts of ways.”<br><br>With that, Grace closed her sketchbook and stood from the table. “Hey, thanks for talking me through that… erm, snake incident.” She chuckled, quietly. “I think I’m gonna try and get some sleep.” She tilted her head, smiling while collecting her purse. “If I don’t get to bed soon, I’ll sleep in and really regret it tomorrow.” Grace replaced her sketchbook where it belonged and made her way toward the door. “Goodnight, Hayley!” She called back out, before walking off.<br><br><hr><div align="center"><em>End.</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HannibalBarca</strong> on <strong>30-03-2019, 20:37:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fe/Normal_set011_003.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/A5xScp0.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Cairon Hildebrondus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674976#msg14674976)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw, 7th year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 9/16" | pine | dragon heartstring | inflexible <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Ravenclaw hoodie, jeans, checked Vans<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> October 13, mid morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch field<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Tame if awkward<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Do It Again (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MKAC7t0P65o)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Grace, closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Grace was...graceful, and polite--but what else would he expect her to be?&nbsp; And she'd always been accepting and sweet.&nbsp; Cai heaved a sigh, shrugging, and taking a seat carefully next to her.&nbsp; His eyes looked out across the field, towards the craggy peaks in the blue-skyed Scottish distance.<br><br>"Fair enough, it was."<br><br>He sat silent for several seconds, eyes still distant, though his mind was more present than it seemed.<br><br>"It wasn't about you."<br><br>Aye, she deserved an honest explanation.&nbsp; His other girlfriends hadn't ever gotten one, but maybe Grace was different.&nbsp; Maybe he'd even evolved some himself.&nbsp; Maybe.<br><br>"I know I'm distant."&nbsp; He shook his head.&nbsp; This was still more difficult than he'd have thought it would be.&nbsp; But did he expect to never run into her again?&nbsp; "Still an issue I'm dealing with.&nbsp; Hope to beat it someday."&nbsp; He turned his eyes to her, raising both eyebrows.&nbsp; "And you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>31-03-2019, 22:27:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/JOsOdBT.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674643#msg14674643)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor | Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggleborn (?)<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 ½ inch | Pear | Unicorn Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same as in picture<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Sunday, 13 October | Mid afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch bleachers | Quidditch field <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> X's and O's<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Bebe Rexha - I'm a Mess (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LdH7aFjDzjI)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Cai | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Now, more than ever, Grace was stricken by Cai’s handsome and mysterious nature. Despite their relationship last year, she sometimes still felt as if she barely knew him at all. Perhaps initially it lured her in. His mystery was intriguing, at least in the beginning. But, after a while, she started to notice the patterns and his similarities to her father were too numerous to ignore.<br><br>Before he approached her, Grace noticed the sigh that spilled from his mouth. A pang hit her all at once, a pang she felt when they were dating fairly often, towards the end. It was a pang from not knowing how to read him. Even something that was normally relatively easy to read, like body language.<br><br>She smiled just the same when he sat beside her. He agreed that it had been a long time since they last saw each other. It wasn’t that Grace had been actively avoiding him in the halls since the start of the year, but that they hadn’t bumped into each other until now had admittedly been alright with her. <br><br>Cai sat down, not looking at her, his gaze as distant as ever. When he opened his mouth to speak, his words surprised Grace. Her brows perked. “Hm?” She questioned, but she knew what he was speaking to. He went on to explain himself a little further. He knew that he was distant and admitted that it was something he was dealing with.<br><br>She felt her smile fade a little as she leaned back slightly and rearranged her legs so that they were crossed at the ankles. “I hope you do too,” she sincerely expressed, then sighed at how it came out sounding. “Just… I remember wondering what you were thinking all the time. It worried me to the point where it popped up in my dreams. I felt like I couldn’t ask you ever, either.” She shrugged a shoulder, shaking her head slightly.<br><br>Maybe this was some bit of closure that they both needed. Why else would Grace suddenly start talking about this sort of thing? She glanced at him, hopeful that he was taking this well. “I sometimes would wait. At the end.” Grace paused, her gaze falling to her hands in her lap. “I’d wait for you to initiate, to tell me something about yourself, to share with me.” Grace’s posture slumped a bit. “That was when I knew. When I lost track of the days.” <br><br>Grace nudged Cai, gently. “I’m only telling this to you for… closure, I s’pose. Hope that’s alright. But, I know you can do it. Whatever that’s worth.” She chuckled faintly. Conversations with an ex weren’t always this uncomfortable, were they? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HannibalBarca</strong> on <strong>16-04-2019, 05:55:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fe/Normal_set011_003.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/A5xScp0.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Cairon Hildebrondus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674976#msg14674976)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw, 7th year<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 9/16" | pine | dragon heartstring | inflexible <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Ravenclaw hoodie, jeans, checked Vans<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> October 13, mid morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch field<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Tame if awkward<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Do It Again (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MKAC7t0P65o)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Grace, closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>He did not interrupt her as she spoke--not with vocalisations, nor with expressions.&nbsp; He wasn't an eye-roller, nor one who would punctuate another's words with sighs.&nbsp; He could handle what someone else said, taking it all in before he replied himself.&nbsp; But what she said did require a response.&nbsp; Just how to respond, though?<br><br>Cai knew he was closed.&nbsp; That was a fair and simple word to describe himself.&nbsp; Gar, he'd had enough other people who were blunt tell him themselves.&nbsp; And he deserved the descriptor.&nbsp; He knew it.&nbsp; Admitting a problem was a first step, true...but it wasn't the solution to the problem.&nbsp; And he felt like he had such a long way to go.<br><br>"It's a fair cop."&nbsp; He nodded, grimacing, then bit his lip.&nbsp; Even if their relationship was over, it still hurt to realize just how distant he was towards her.&nbsp; He valued honesty, even if he was tight-lipped about himself...but to be so hypocritical towards who had then been his girlfriend...&nbsp; "I'll...yer.&nbsp; I'll accept that as fair."&nbsp; He kept his eyes on the distant peaks, watching clouds swirl over them, wondering if anyone lived on them, and what they were thinking or feeling just then, and if they were as uncomfortable as he was.<br><br>It was Grace's admission of losing her faith in him that really rattled him.&nbsp; He hadn't meant that.&nbsp; He hadn't meant for any of it.&nbsp; He'd gone into their relationship hoping to be a model boyfriend.&nbsp; But...he couldn't...<em>yet</em>...escape who he was.&nbsp; Maybe he wouldn't, ever.&nbsp; <em>That </em>bit of realization really hit it home...enough to turn him towards his ex.<br><br><em>Grace nudged Cai, gently. “I’m only telling this to you for… closure, I s’pose. Hope that’s alright. But, I know you can do it. Whatever that’s worth.” She chuckled faintly.</em><br><br>His eyes met hers, again, finally.&nbsp; She was a beautiful, kind woman, really.&nbsp; But there was nothing there from his side.&nbsp; No excitement, no arousal, no thrill of being in her presence.&nbsp; It really was over between them.&nbsp; All that was left was a wistful sadness, and tatters of guilt fluttering like a battle-ravaged pennant.<br><br>"It's all right, from my side.&nbsp; I wish it could have been less painful for you, though.&nbsp; I'm truly sorry.&nbsp; You deserve better than I gave."&nbsp; Cai said every word with conviction, slowly enough to weight the words with honesty.&nbsp; Then he raised an eyebrow.&nbsp; "Friends?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>20-04-2019, 22:56:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/JOsOdBT.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674643#msg14674643)<br><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor | Fifth<br><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggleborn (?)<br><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 ½ inch | Pear | Unicorn Hair<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same as in picture<br><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Sunday, 13 October | Mid afternoon<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch bleachers | Quidditch field <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> X's and O's<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Bebe Rexha - I'm a Mess (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LdH7aFjDzjI)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Cai | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Grace wasn’t sure what she anticipated to come out of such a conversation, but once she revealed how she had been feeling all that time ago during their relationship, she found that it was difficult to keep tight lipped about it any longer. When they had been together, she put a lot of emphasis on herself. How could she change? What could she do better? How could she help?<br><br>It hadn’t occurred to her until their breakup that it might not have been as much about her as she initially thought. Not to say she was without fault when they had been dating. But, either way, she would take away from it loads of good memories and hopefully the not so good ones would serve as a learning opportunity which she could apply to future relationships. The most important of which being the one she had with herself.<br><br>Cai was able to concur with her statements, calling her surmise a fair one. She gave him a sort of sad smile as he continued to stare off at the mountainous landscape in the far distance. It was never her intention to bring any of this up to hurt him. Perhaps it was more a chance to share what epiphany’s she had been experiencing in the wake of their relationship. She wondered what sorts of epiphany’s he may have had.<br><br>Finally, Cai looked to Grace when she let him know that the only real hope in this all was closure for them both. He looked different than she remembered, somehow. Or maybe it was just that whatever romantic feelings she had for him at one point, were just gone now. Grace smiled at Cai’s sincere apology and shook her head. “It just means we weren’t right for each other.” <br><br>She nudged him with an elbow against his arm. “But thanks. And I’m sorry, too.” Grace nodded firmly, her smile getting a bit fuller as she leaned in and gave him a friendly hug. “‘Course we’re friends.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: A New Beginning [Hogwarts]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>01-05-2019, 06:40:50</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190427/dba9a21b2e85174de3fe02d8742f1841.png)<br><br>(https://d36tnp772eyphs.cloudfront.net/blogs/1/2014/04/buachaille-etive-mor-matador-seo-940x626.jpg)<br><br><strong>Weather in the Highlands of Scotland in October:</strong> <br><br>Here is a link (https://www.accuweather.com/en/gb/inverness/iv3-5/month/532?monyr=11/01/2019) with the weather for the month of November. Here is a link (https://moonphases.co.uk/moon-calendar) with the moon phases for the month of November. Here is a link (https://www.timeanddate.com/sun/uk/inverness?month=11&amp;year=2019) with the sunrises and sunsets for the month of November.<br><br><strong>Important Events this Month:</strong> <br><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>5 November - Guy Fawkes Night</strong> - On the night that the Gunpowder Plot was foiled (November 5th, 1605), bonfires were set alight in celebration for the safety of the King. Since then, November 5th has become known as Bonfire Night. The event is commemorated every year with fireworks and burning effigies of Guy Fawkes.</li></ul><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Harvest Festival</strong> - During this month, there will be a carnival held at Hogsmeade village. It lasts most of the month, and includes an array of fun activities such as mazes, hay rides, fair foods, a Ferris wheel, carnival games, a pumpkin patch, and even a few small rides! Specific dates incoming.</li></ul><br><strong>In Game Information about this Month:</strong> <br><br>The entire month is open and available for Rp. We aren't due for another time change until July 1st, 2019 (real time).</div>
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